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“Black Boys Bloom Thorns First: Volume 4, Chapter 39″

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"Done been through it all, man Blood, sweat and tears, niggas is dead and shit What the fuck else can happen, yo? I don't think much more, son, word to mother, yo We done seen it all, and been through it all, yo Let y'all niggas know right now Word to mother, for real, for real That shit is the truth, I'm not lyin'

I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines I'm the quiet storm nigga who fight rhyme P, yeah, you heard of him, but I ain't concerned with them Nigga, I pop more guns than you holdin' them Make my route while the sun's out and scold your men Unload ten in broad daylight, get right…"

Mobb Deep – "Quiet Storm"

Erik had only a couple of hours left before he had to pick up his children. He piddled around his office sipping tea and organizing all of his communication systems, and his computers, He also learned how to properly use his table replication of Wakanda. What he thought was simply a detailed sculpture was actually a piece of high tech that allowed him to use the holograph above it to shift the geography below, changing what he saw. The sculpture was made of a substance that felt like fine-grained sand that melted into various shapes and constructions that he could think of. He spent a good hour playing with it, using the holo computer above it to show him what Wakanda looked like in ancient times. He watched with fascinated wonder how the country transformed itself from a small agricultural mix of farmers, herders, and fishermen with sporadic nomadic traveling to the outskirts of their borders into a powerful dynastic kingdom.

The biggest growth came under the leadership of Queen Shuriyah and Erik became enamored with his ancestor. He loaded up e-books from the royal library onto his portable comm tab to study in-depth his grandmother's reign. There were some recently translated diaries that he wanted to read that was written by a woman servant that worked in the palace for Shuriyah. He wanted to know how his greatest grandmother juggled two husbands and twelve children in one household. How did she balance having two partners and sharing children with them both? If it worked for her and other people in Wakanda, why couldn't he create a new, workable family dynamic?

His kimoyo lit up, a reminder to pick up his kids soon. He looked around the office and stroked his finger on his new favorite toy. Tapping the intercom on his desk, Erik had an idea.

"Tlotliso, can you order up four fat cakes, some fruit, blue juice, and butter cookies from the palace kitchen? I'm bringing my kids here at two," Erik said.

"Yes, Prince N'Jadaka," she said.

Erik spent fifteen minutes watching local news reports. There was a constant reminder that the king would make a special press conference announcement later that evening. He left his inner office.

"I'm going down to see Elder Efetobo," Erik said.

Tlotliso and Mpilo sat huddled together around her desk, creating a spreadsheet schedule for Erik. His docket was full, and he had to gear himself up for his additional responsibilities as part of the Udaku household.

"Do you need me to come with you?" Mpilo asked, eager to join Erik.

"No. Finish coordinating my schedule and I'll be back with my children. Tlotliso, make sure there's nothing small and loose hanging around the desks. My son likes to play with things not nailed down."

Tlotliso stood from her seat and walked over to him with her comm tab. Her long legs gave her a graceful dip in her movement. He had to take a step back from her when she held up her tab. Her body heat seemed way too close to him. Erik didn't mean to look, but the top of her dress was tight around her breasts and he could see braless nipples poking through. She was beyond sexy and knew it.

"I need your codes to allow me access to your public website. Mpilo will begin updating your page in the next hour," she said.

He swiped in his code with his fingerprint, and she lowered her lashes. Her gaze went to his mouth, and he caught the partial sigh that escaped her moist lips. She wasn't subtle at all, but he didn't sense that she was seducing him. It was her nature to be sensual, from the way she moved, spoke, and looked at people.

"I'll be back," he said.

Mpilo's shoulders slumped and his face took on disappointment at not being by Erik's side. Tlotliso typed away on her comm tab, not even fazed by the teenager's sour expression.

"Alright, man, c'mon. You can go with me. Tlotliso—"

"I can handle all the interfacing by myself and plug him in later," she said without looking up from her screen.

Mpilo shook his fists like Riki did when he was thrilled to do something with his father. Outside of the office, Noxolo stood guard.

"Heading to Efetobo's office. I won't need you for that," he said.

Noxolo nodded and resumed her watch. Mpilo moved his legs quickly to match Erik's strides. The ride down the elevator to the Council floor was speedy, and they walked into a busy hallway filled with pages, office assistants, and elite guards. All eyes became glued to him as his presence stirred up quite a buzz of excitement and curiosity. A few people even stuck their heads out of office doorways to see him walk past.

Erik glanced at a directory, then made his way to an office facing south. An elite guard at the entrance nodded at him and they walked into an aromatic-smelling reception room that went back in time with the décor and energy. A young man sat in front of a desk and stood the moment he saw Erik's face.

"Prince N'Jadaka, we were not expecting you," the assistant said with a flustered squeak.

"I did not have an appointment. Is Council Elder Efetobo in? I would like to speak with her in private," Erik said in a forceful, formal tone.

One thing he wanted the Wakandans to know was that he would show up at any time.

"Excuse me, Your Highness. I will let Elder Efetobo know you are here."

The lanky young man rushed away from his desk and into a back office. Mpilo grinned.

"Everyone certainly moves like the wind for you, Prince N'Jadaka."

"I make them nervous because of my past reputation."

"I still get a little nervous," Mpilo admitted, "But your bark is much worse than your bite."

"It is still early," Erik teased.

"Prince N'Jadaka, this way please," the assistant said, extending his arm toward another door.

Erik sauntered into an opulent room filled with antiques, plush rugs, and expensive period artwork on the walls. Unlike his own office, Efetobo sat on a low comfortable stool with a matching low round table that had a tea set on it. Nothing in the room was set up like a modern office at all. He stepped into a Wakanda of the past, and Efetobo channeled the spirit of a holy medicine woman ready to counsel a worried tribesman. Next to her on another low stool was Elder Zinzi with a handle-less glazed blackstone teacup in her hand. Both women lowered their heads to him.

"Please, have a seat, Prince N'Jadaka," Efetobo said, gesturing toward the stool next to her.

She offered him tea, and he accepted. He pointed to a corner for Mpilo to stand in, to be kept out of the way. Efetobo rolled up the long wide sleeves of her heavily brocaded dress to her elbows and lifted the lid to an ancient purple clay teapot. The scent of wild berries and herbs tickled Erik's nose. Instead of pouring the tea from the pot directly, she lifted a small wooden ladle and gently filled a teacup for him with it. She offered it to him with both hands and he accepted it from her. Blowing over it to cool the steam, he took a deep sip and smiled.

"Good," he said.

"Made from fruit and plants in my home garden. A special blend from my great-grandfather's recipe," Efetobo said.

Erik glanced over at Zinzi, and there was a sparkle in her eye for him.

"I came here to speak with you openly about the Phuri," Erik said.

Efetobo's eyes darted over to Zinzi, and the other elder shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Erik tapped his kimoyo and pulled up the image of the tattoo on Chuma Inam's body that he quickly snapped while they were in the war hall.

Zinzi glanced at Mpilo, and the boy had the good sense to keep his eyes on the wall and not their huddled circle.

"Mpilo, you hear nothing and see nothing," Erik commanded.

"Yes, Your Highness," Mpilo said.

"Tell me about these people. You are the oldest member of the council and I can tell by your eyes that your memory and knowledge is long and wide," Erik said.

He placed his hands in a cupped manner and held them up to her. It was a sign of respect and deference for her status, despite him being a prince. Efetobo added more dried berries and herbs to the teapot and poured hot water from another stone container over it. Using the ladle, she stirred the contents before gazing at him with troubled eyes.

"They are not the Wolf Tribe. King T'Challa misspoke, but I did not want to correct him in front of everyone. There may have been spies among us there. It is better for them to think we are confused about who they are. Do you trust that child to be here with us?" Efetobo said.

"I trust him. He speaks anything without my permission and he is a dead child," Erik said.

Mpilo glanced over at him, and Erik tilted his head. His intern looked away with spooked eyes.

"Le ndoda ayidlali," Zinzi said.

"You are right, Elder Zinzi. I do not play when it comes to information I need," Erik said.

He enlarged the floating image and placed it above the table. Efetobo regarded the tattoo and folded her hands across her lap.

"The word Phuri has several meanings to ancient Wakandans. My grandfather was a famous historian. He wrote six volumes on the history of the five tribes. There were various clans within the tribes, but the dominant ones made the pact with the Panther tribe. You know what the Jabari did, but there was a small tribal group known as the Phuri. Their ancient totem was the hyena because it symbolized how they acted as a group," Efetobo said.

"Fiercely matriarchal, and tightly-knitted clans made those people bold and highly intelligent," Zinzi added. "Hyenas are not part of the canine family. They are related to the mongoose."

Efetobo nodded her head. "The ancient ones in Canaan, our neighbors to the west, said that the hyena was the one who brought warmth from the sun to the other animals. Some say witches used the animal to ride on and make mischief. We knew them as the clever ones. The hunters who were braver and stronger than a lion."

She pointed to the glowing tattoo on the dead man's skin.

"There was once a Golden Wolf Tribe, but infighting and wars cut down their numbers and the Phuri absorbed them. People today and back then confused the Wolf Tribe with the Hyena clans, just as they confused the hyena as being a dog. The word Phuri means secret in the old mother tongue of the ancients. That lineage was known as the Secret Ones from Lake Kivu, beyond the Warrior Falls. They were against the Udakus from the beginning of our recorded history. We banished them once they became brutal and launched attacks against various tribes trying to enforce their will on the rest of us. Over the centuries, they became a ghost clan, forgotten people… a mere myth we told our children to scare them from wandering into the forests alone. The ghost clan became a secret cult, vowing to return everyone to the ways of the mother. No monarchy. No more Udakus."

"Secret, huh?" Erik said.

"Anytime you see this animal symbol, Prince N'Jadaka, beware. It marks your death," Efetobo said.

"How can I find them? I don't have time to read a bunch of history books, Elder Efetobo, and T'Challa does not want me directly involved with hunting them down."

"I know where you can look," Mpilo said.

All three grown adults turned to look at the interruptive teenager. Mpilo held his head down but faced their direction.

"This child does not follow instructions," Zinzi said before chuckling with Efetobo.

"Come here," Erik said.

Mpilo came to his side and pointed to the tattoo.

"I know where that design comes from. There is an artist in old town who made that style popular. All the young people in my neighborhood love his work. My brother had a small rhino tattoo put on his bicep that looks like that style and color. No one else draws like that except for him," Mpilo said.

Erik held his hands cupped for Efetobo and Zinzi.

"Thank you for your time, Elders," Erik said.

He stood.

"Prince N'Jadaka, you must be very careful and move with cunning," Efetobo said.

Zinzi stood up and placed a hand on his arm.

"You should have Mpilo give the location of the tattoo parlor to King T'Challa and let him look for clues," Zinzi said, "You do not know the country well, and as Efetobo said, there may be spies all over from that cult lying in wait. Do not offer your body for easy killing."

"I have Mpilo, and I can cover up and blend in while keeping my mouth shut. I would rather check the place for myself first before I tell T'Challa."

"Too dangerous," Efetobo said.

"I promise, a casual once over, and then I'll pass the info on to the king."

"Can you not do both?" Mpilo asked.

"Can you mind your mouth when grown folks are talking?" Erik quipped.

"But I gave you a lead."

Mpilo jammed his lips together when Erik glared at him.

"I take my leave," Erik said. He left the room with Mpilo on his heels.

"I am sorry, Prince N'Jadaka. I will mind my mouth from now on."

Erik turned to him.

"I appreciate the information, Mpilo. But with Council Elders, you must only speak when spoken to. Plus, I would've rather had you tell me this when we were alone to keep the king out of it. As of now, they'll probably snitch to T'Challa and he'll go in there all gangbusters to reassure the public and scare off more leads. I have to move covertly for this."

"Sorry."

"I know you meant to be helpful, but I really need you to follow my lead and not blurt out stuff. We need to keep this close to the vest."

"Close to the vest?"

"Kept to ourselves."

Erik glanced at his kimoyo.

"Let's go get my kids."

They marched past offices and more stares.

"Oh, shit," Erik mumbled.

Up ahead, and walking with hard determination in their direction, was Nakia. She paused twenty feet in front of him. There was no avoiding her once she noticed his purposeful strides. Her fists clenched, and she raised her head higher before approaching him with caution.

"Prince N'Jadaka," she said with a voice that sounded like she wanted to spit in his face.

"Nakia. No sense in using phony pleasantries. You're back, huh?"

"Here to help my king."

"I'll get out of your way then," he said.

Erik stepped to the side, but she placed herself back in front of him.

"I wish you were still dead," she said.

He grinned with a sardonic twist to his lips.

"I'm sure you're not alone with that sentiment."

"Now that you are back, I hope we shall never have to cross paths in a negative way because I will kill you. With or without T'Challa's permission."

Two elite guards stepped toward them. Nakia's body language projected the potential for violence.

"I don't have time to indulge in this little chat. I have three children waiting for me. Two of which are heirs to the throne. Unless you want to get arrested, I suggest you fall back."

"Tuh," she uttered under her breath.

She noticed the guards getting antsy.

"You think that because you returned to the bosom of your grandparents' and your children's lives that we are all supposed to forget what you did to us? Bygones are bygones? Watch your back, Prince N'Jadaka," she warned.

"Watch yours," he said, stomping past her.

Mpilo jogged to keep up with him.

"That was not pleasant," Mpilo said.

"I don't have time to worry about an old enemy's feelings about getting her ass kicked by me."

Mpilo looked stressed, but Erik kept moving.

"What do you all think?"

Erik stood behind his children as they took in his reception area. Sydette walked around the perimeter with her hands behind her back. Riki had already discovered Tlotliso's desk and took delight in touching the personal assistant's embedded vid screen. Joba stayed by his side and looked around with curious eyes.

"I like it," Sydette finally said, showing him a dimpled smile.

Tlotliso and Mpilo stood to the side of the hallway entrance and waited to be introduced.

"This is Lady Sydette, Princess Joba, and Prince Riki," Erik said.

"Hello," Tlotliso said.

"How are you?" Mpilo asked.

Joba tugged on Erik's arm.

"Daddy, I'm hungry," Joba said.

"Let's eat," Erik said, ushering the little ones to the commons room where Tlotliso had set up their after-school snack.

Fat cakes were always a hit with his kids, and they sat around the oval table smacking their lips with the stuffed sandwiches, and Erik listened to them talk about their school lessons. Riki was extra hyper, and not being able to play outdoors with other children made him fidget in his seat. Erik told them about all the tasks he had to do earlier that day, and then he took them into his office. Their only interest after that was the tabletop version of Wakanda and they spent the rest of their time there playing with the ability to change how the country looked. He gave them time by themselves to play with the landscape as he checked in with his small staff. Mpilo was full of cheesy grins.

"You are an excellent father, Prince N'Jadaka. My Baba would've left me by myself the moment I walked into the room. But you talk with them for a long time. They have so many questions. Your patience is admirable," Mpilo said.

"I missed out on so much of their lives. Every second with them is special to me," he said.

Tlotliso held up her comm tab.

"You are all set to use your office system in every room," she said.

"Thanks for handling all that," Erik said.

Her gaze lingered on him a little too long.

"Is your desk okay?" he asked, directing her attention to something else besides his face.

She grinned.

"Prince Riki was a little gentleman. He asked to touch things before picking them up."

Erik smiled. His son dashed into the room and jumped into his arms.

"Your office is cool, Baba! Can we swim in your pool?"

"I don't have a pool… oh, the bathtub. We don't have swimsuits."

Riki frowned.

"We can swim naked like we do back home," Riki said.

"Another time," Erik said.

Riki jumped down from his grasp and ran back into his office to play with the girls again.

"You have well-behaved children. They love you very much," Tlotliso said.

"They are a blessing."

"Do you want more children one day?"

Erik exhaled and thought about the question. He hadn't considered that at all since waking up.

"Yeah, I do want more—"

"Baba, we wahn see Joba's garden now. Can we leave?" Sydette said.

Her siblings followed behind her, and three sets of little eyes willed him to take them away.

"I'm done for the day. Take messages, schedule me for light duty tomorrow, and you and Mpilo can bounce in the next hour."

"As you wish, Your Highness," Tlotliso said.

Tlotliso stayed focused on him and Erik grabbed Sydette and Joba's hands. He knelt down so Riki could climb onto his back. Mpilo darted out from the inner hall.

"Prince N'Jadaka, the shop?" Mpilo said.

"Later," Erik said.

Mpilo covered his mouth with one hand after realizing he was saying too much in mixed company again.

He walked out with his children and headed for their evening garden check-up.

"Prince N'Jadaka."

Tlotliso stood in his doorway. He turned toward her with his kids all around him.

"It has been a great honor to open this office with you. I hope I can please you in the future," she said.

The words sounded innocent. Her eyes were another story all together. It wasn't flirting. He was the king at spotting that with women. Tlotliso was different. There was nothing overtly heavy-handed, even if the wording was suggestive. She was an attractive woman, and he wasn't about to become the cliché boss that lusted after his assistant. He just couldn't get a good take on her. Efficient, quiet, and productive without supervision, the woman checked off all the good boxes for staff. Erik knew how to conduct himself professionally, but she gave off vibes that she wanted something. Nothing sexual… but something. Prestige? Advancement? She yearned for something. His gut told him so. His daughter Joba didn't act strange, but she hadn't been around the woman long enough to ring any alarms for her father.

"A'ight cool. See you tomorrow," he said.

He herded his brood to the elevator. He'd have dinner with them, see them off to bed, and then head out to the tattoo parlor before T'Challa interfered.

Joba like to see her fairy garden lights come on before it got dark and it allowed the children to stretch their legs outside in cool air with him. He enjoyed the moments with his children when it was just the four of them exploring the royal garden. They talked together and admired the pretty lights all around Joba's growing creation. Her fairy garden was nearing a quarter of an acre, and she had barely used up the space with her designs. They all played with the ceramic figurines and listened to the call of garden birds bedding down for the evening. A thrilling game of sardines commenced, and Erik ran around searching for his children, hiding from him. Riki ruined their secret hiding spot when he couldn't stop giggling whenever Erik walked past a berry bush. Sydette jumped from behind the plant and put her hands on her hips.

"I want to play regular Hide and Seek, Baba! Riki makes it hard to hide together," Sydette complained.

Peals of laughter spilled out of Riki. The boy couldn't help himself. Keeping quiet and hidden was too difficult a task for an extroverted prince.

"One more game, and this time, you all have to hide separately," Erik said.

His daughters cheered and ran off to hide when he turned his back on them. Riki slipped his hand inside his.

"Mi find them with you, Baba," Riki said.

"Okay."

He wandered around the royal garden, holding Riki's hand as they searched for his siblings. His kimoyo lit up. Erik tapped a bead and a picture of a building popped up. Mpilo left a brief text message. Riki gave a loud sigh.

"Baba, you're always working. We're 'spose to have our time with you now," Riki grumbled.

A chill ran up Erik's back. He looked down at his son and saw himself… even heard himself from the boy's mouth. Those same exact words were used by him when he was five and he complained to his Baba N'Jobu about being focused on other things, except for Erik when he was home. He stared at his own miniature doppelgänger and squeezed his son's hand. For months, he worried that his children would have a hard time truly bonding with him. He was a strange giant man thrust into their lives. However, his fears were unfounded. Yani and Disa made sure their children knew who he was daily from the time of their birth. They played videos, looked at pictures all the time, prayed for his soul at night, and the transition into being a flesh and blood father was seamless. Riki, Joba, and Sydette's love was unconditional and forgiving of his absence. They gave him love with their whole hearts and only asked that he be with them as much as possible.

"I apologize, Lil Man. You right. Baba is supposed to be here with you."

"Gwine now," Riki said, waving his other hand at Erik's kimoyo, "finish your business. Mi wait."

Riki sucked his teeth, and Erik lifted him in the air and swung him around.

"I'm here for you, boy!" Erik shouted.

Riki giggled and threw his head back as Erik began tickling him. They found Sydette and Joba behind two intertwined trees that looked like giant emerald lucky bamboo plants from China. The girls had stuffed themselves inside the hollow parts of the bark.

"Time to get ready for dinner," Erik said.

"No, let's stay out here longer!" Sydette said.

She grabbed his fingers and pulled him back toward the interior of the garden.

"Tomorrow we'll be back," Erik said.

Joba rode his back on the way to the palace, and Sydette hugged his waist from behind and walked with her face pressed into his lower back. Riki skipped in front of him, stopping occasionally to stick his nose in a flower or pick up a bug. Erik wanted more days with them like that. They were all quiet, heading back. Only the sound of cicadas in the trees serenaded their slow, meandering stroll.

Their Doras met them at the palace entry from the garden. A young man with suggestive almond-shaped eyes and a friendly smile stood with them, wearing a crisp green palace uniform of drop-crotch pants and a gauzy tunic. He held a serving tray with three glasses of soft drinks and one smaller glass filled with plum liquor.

"Prince N'Jadaka, I am Ramatla… Remy… Lady Galiber sent me to retrieve the children," Remy said.

"Who are you exactly?" Erik asked.

Remy lowered the tray, and the children took their refreshing drinks and sipped. Erik lifted the liquor and kept his eyes on the server.

"I am the new nanny, Your Highness," Remy said. "Lady Galiber sent me down so that you could meet me and I could take the children to give you time to prepare for dinner and rest a bit."

"Nanny?"

"Yes. I was hired a few days ago."

"He's good, Baba," Sydette said.

"What happened to the other nanny?" Erik asked.

"I do not know," Remy said.

Riki held up his hand, and Remy gave him a high five. Erik looked him over. He was almost as tall as Erik, well-built, with smooth caramel skin and full lips. Not as full as Erik's, but he knew women probably went crazy for Remy's looks. He drank his liquor and side-eyed the nanny. There were too many new people around the palace. How he missed the new nanny was something he would talk to Yani and Disa about. He wanted a say in who was around his kids.

"I'll take them up myself," Erik said.

Remy lowered his head and stepped aside to let Erik walk through with the children.

Erik took his time dressing and watched the news on his bedroom vid screen. T'Challa addressed the nation and revealed the name of the bomber. The king was calm and impressed the prince with his open candor. The speech lasted ten minutes and T'Challa stepped away from the podium to allow the head of his nation's security team to speak to their citizens about giving tips on anything they found suspicious where they were.

During dinner, Erik stewed in his seat, ready to raise his issues with new staff hires, but he waited until they dismissed his babies with Twyla. It surprised him when there was no mention of Nakia, but he figured T'Challa learned of his encounter with her. When the family settled into discussing T'Challa's speech, Erik cleared his throat.

"I appreciate everyone helping me ease back into life here, but I want to make it known from here on out that I want to be a part of any new hires. From my office to my children. It makes me uncomfortable seeing people around me that I had no say in picking."

Ramonda glanced at Umama and then T'Challa.

"Everyone has been thoroughly vetted, so you do not have to have concerns," T'Challa said.

"That's not the point. People are being thrust onto me and in my personal spaces."

T'Challa sipped a glass of wine.

"Your concerns are noted. I will make sure you are part of the vetting process in the future."

"Thank you."

Erik cast a look over at Yani.

"I told you we were getting a new nanny last month," Yani said.

Her eyes became surly, and she puckered her lips at being accused of ambushing him.

"What happened to the other one?" he asked.

"She took leave for two months to have surgery on her leg," Disa said.

Erik regarded Disa, and she studied him right back.

"I couldn't be brought in to help choose?"

"You were busy with Shuri in the lab. We didn't think it would be a big deal for the short time. You never paid attention to the old one, anyway," Disa said.

"He's only grumblin' now because Remy is a man," Yani teased.

Ramonda and Umama chuckled.

"N'Jadaka, do you not like your new staff? We can change them if that would please you. We are doing our best to make life less stressful for you," Ramonda said.

Umama broke a piece of her dessert crust and tasted it. Her fingers smoothed the tablecloth near her plate. He didn't want to upset her with his foul mood about the situation.

"I don't want to be left out on important things… that's all," he said, glancing between Yani and Disa.

"I will remind you a few times if anything like this comes up again for the household," Yani said.

The family moved into a pleasant tearoom for coffee and after dinner mingling. Baba Z and T'Challa conversed on royal duties to the country, and the women, all except Shuri, talked about the new nanny and the children possibly returning to school the following week.

"I bet you are ready to get back to the probe like I am," Shuri said.

His younger cousin slid up to him, holding a small coffee cup and a thin, sweet biscuit.

"I am. How are Fury and the others?" Erik asked.

"T'Challa has them on a short lease. For Fury, this is a vacation. The two colonizers, not so much."

"They don't enjoy being subordinates. Taking a backseat is killing them."

"T'Challa is meeting with them tomorrow. Can you come to work with me in the morning? We can be by ourselves until my brother brings them over."

"I can do that," Erik said.

Shuri moved him closer to a card table that held the coffee and biscuit sweets on the side.

"I heard you ran into Nakia," Shuri whispered.

"Yeah. She's not pleased to have me here. Threatened to kill me if I acted up."

"Did she?" Shuri's eyes widened, and she covered her mouth. "I didn't think she would come at you like that so soon."

"How is your brother handling her return?"

"He is trying to be professional, but there is so much history between them. N'Jadaka, please do not antagonize Nakia."

"I'm not even thinking about that woman. I got more important things to deal with."

Disa approached him.

"Thanks for hanging on to Ogum for me. It was hella cool to get him back. He's right on my desk," Erik said.

Erik rubbed the side of her arm and she grinned with satisfaction. Yani came over and he made room for her as Shuri left his side to speak to her mother.

"I'm happy he is back in your hands. May he guide you well, Your Highness," Disa said, doing an over-exaggerated bow.

"Girl, stop," he said.

He looked at Yani.

"Listen, I didn't mean to sound snappy at dinner. I was caught off guard with ole boy. Sometimes I do ignore the domestic stuff and I probably forgot you all telling me about the switch."

He touched Yani's cheek, then stroked her dangling hoop earring.

"You were great today. I meant what I said in my message," he said.

Yani nodded and lingered closer to him.

"It was a sweet surprise," she said.

"Have you met his new personal assistant yet?" Disa asked.

Yani shook her head.

"I haven't had time to go over to that side of the palace yet. I've been so busy."

"She is a definite character," Disa said. She smirked at Erik.

"Why you say that?'" Erik asked.

Disa turned to Yani.

"Cool as a cucumber. She acted like she didn't want to let me in at first. Acting like an office wife already. Check her out when you can," Disa said.

Yani looked at Erik, then put a hand on her hip.

"Look at his face. She must be pretty because his lips are bunching up," Yani said.

"She's gorgeous," Disa said.

Yani folded her arms across her chest.

"Oh, so we can't have man candy to look at, but you get to enjoy a pretty woman?"

"Always a double standard," Disa quipped.

"I didn't pick her. Ramonda did," Erik said.

"He has us there, Yani. We chose Remy ourselves."

Erik tilted his head and thrust it toward Yani.

"Now there," Erik said.

Yani placed her hand in front of his face.

"Whatever, man. Point is, he's only here temporarily, and he's good at his job."

Erik made fun of her sing-song voice. "He's good at his job…"

"Stop teasing me!" Yani screeched, slapping his arm.

His kimoyo lit up.

"I'm going to bed early. Long day. Have your mutual man candy drop the kids off at my office after their lessons," he said.

He turned to the rest of the family.

"Night," he said, giving a wave.

"Aw! I wanted you to be my partner for the card game we're going to play. I'll be stuck with Baba Z if you go now," Shuri groaned. She sat at the card table shuffling a deck.

"Sorry," he said.

Yani and Disa looked at him with soft eyes. He so wanted to kiss them both goodbye. It felt like the most natural thing to do with the both of them. Erik turned away and felt their stares on his back. He didn't enjoy holding in his affection from both of them whenever they were all together. The urge to smother them with kisses with his arms around them both was hard to keep inside. He needed to do a better job of communicating with them both about the kids. They had great schedules for sharing parental responsibilities, but the little details he needed to work on paying attention to. It still bothered him with the new nanny. Being a man had a lot to do with it. There was something about a man being around his family intimately, most of which were women and girls, that unsettled him. Something about the way he looked bugged the hell out of him, too.

He was too good-looking. Maybe Yani and Disa chose him on purpose to poke at Erik. Having some man candy around probably delighted the rest of the staff, too. He grit his teeth. Remy probably felt like he was living it up with two fine women bosses. Erik groaned. What he would give to crawl into Yani or Disa's bed just to be coddled at the end of a grueling day. A nigga had needs. Bad. Not just for sex. He missed the intimacy he had with them both. If he had his way, they'd both be waiting for him in his bed and he'd just lay there. Between them. Yani could stroke his scalp and Disa could rub on his shoulders.

Settling into his quarters, Erik quickly changed into darker clothing and wrapped a scarf around his face in the street style of the younger Wakandan crowd. He slipped out of his home. His evening Dora greeted him.

"Heading to my office to do some work. I'll be back later," he said.

The night shift Dora took in his appearance, and he ignored her curious stare. Erik took assured steps as if he were staying in the palace for the night. He crossed over the palace bridge and once he stepped into the West Palace, he made stealth moves out of a staff door that led him down steps into a corridor. Waiting for other staff who didn't reside in the palace to leave, he blended in with a group headed out of the grounds.

Free from the protective walls, Erik waited for Mpilo to show up. His intern was right on time with a modified hover bike and eye goggles. T'Challa finally lifted restrictions on their use.

"Hop on," Mpilo said.

Erik climbed onto the back of it, and it was like riding his old motorcycle. He gripped Mpilo's waist, but there was no need to. The bike had gravity belts that held him in place. They floated above the standard land vehicles and Mpilo eased their flying vehicle into a comfortable speed.

"Old Town is close to here. It gets lively and will be busy tonight because people are free to move around without curfew."

Mpilo zipped past other bikes and carefully lowered them to a parking structure. They hopped off the bike and Erik followed the youngster into a well-lit area that still had the red clay earth of the ancient Wakandan city beneath their feet. Unlike most of Wakanda that was designed for modern times, they preserved Old Town Zana to keep the antiquated past alive. Shops, clubs, eateries, and bars lined up the streets as a busy subway system traveled above them and around the entire area. An old-time trolley rumbled on the ground, fueled with vibranium. The word "Old" may have been in the area's name, but the inhabitants, vendors, and club-goers were all youthful and out for a good time despite the attack fears.

"It is around this way," Mpilo said.

Erik chose well with his clothing. He didn't stand out at all.

"There," Mpilo said.

The tattoo parlor his intern shared a picture of earlier was a popular spot. They walked inside and pretended to look over sketches all over the walls. Erik kept silent and allowed Mpilo to do all the talking when needed.

"See?" Mpilo whispered, pointing to several tattoo designs that matched the style of the Phuri hyena symbol. There were no hyenas on the wall, though. Just an elephant, a rhino, a lion, and a bird with its long neck bent backward and its wings taking off in flight.

"That's him," Mpilo said.

There were three working tattoo artists in the shop. The one Erik wanted to see inked a young woman's naked back. Nearly done with his customer, the bulky artist colored in a small yellow sun on a honey-brown shoulder.

"I'll be with you in a minute," the man said.

Erik took a seat next to Mpilo and waited. Twenty minutes dragged out until the artist approached them.

"What can I help you with? Do you need to look at some of our catalogs for ideas?"

"I like the rhino and elephant tattoos. The blue ones over there," Mpilo said.

"Everyone likes those. I made them myself."

"I am Tazi. This is my brother. He dared me to get one."

Erik shrugged and pretended to watch another artist work on a client.

"I am Langa. One should think wisely about getting marked. A dare is not a good reason to ink yourself, young brother."

"I like how they look. Especially the ones you made over there."

"I think you should contemplate long and hard about getting one. I shall be here when you are serious," Langa said.

Mpilo looked at Erik with panic in his eyes.

"I really want to get one. I like animals and the rhino is my favorite."

"Mine too," Langa said.

"What made you come up with that style?" Mpilo pressed.

Langa glanced over at the artwork. There were no other customers who needed his attention.

"I learned it from an old man. No one does that technique anymore. I was lucky to meet him a couple of years ago before he retired to the edge of the Border lands. He may be dead now. He did not look well when he passed down his skill to me."

"Well, at least he taught you how to preserve the beauty of his art."

"That is true."

"What was his name?" Mpilo asked.

Erik held his breath. There was nothing he could do because with one word out of his mouth, everyone there would know he wasn't from there. Mpilo only knew how to be direct. The skills of teasing out information without suspicion were Erik's forte.

"You are asking a lot of questions," Langa said.

The man's eyes narrowed, and he leaned over the counter, watching the two of them carefully.

"You said that tattoos are a serious undertaking. If I am to have one with meaning to me, I want to know the history of the artistry behind it."

Langa considered this.

"He called himself Ozipho. That is all he told me. Grouchy man. Gifted, but very grouchy. He lived in a smelly little hut near a shake club. All I did was to pay him with liquor at that club so he could look at naked women, and he showed me how to make good money with his art."

Langa laughed at the memory.

Erik lifted himself from the seat and pretended to answer a kimoyo call outside. Mpilo joined him a moment later.

"Was that good?" Mpilo asked.

"Not too bad for a beginner."

"He was so suspicious."

"I would be too if strangers walked in chatting me up about something so specific."

Erik looked around.

"Let me borrow your hover bike," Erik said.

"Why? I can drive you anywhere."

"I have to travel far, and it's not for you to be involved with at this point."

"This is national security. I am helping you solve a serious crime."

"You are a kid. I got this," Erik insisted.

"You do not know the country. I have been to the Border lands many times with my family. Let me help you find this Ozipho man. It will look strange to have you wandering around there alone. We can pretend to be father and son on vacation. Less suspicious."

"Doesn't your family need you to be home now?"

"They will think I am doing extra work in the palace late. Nothing to worry about."

A guide would be better than him relying on his kimoyo and lurking in the dark shadows like an obvious creep or mark. A street vendor walked by. Erik grabbed a colorful scarf and paid for it with his kimoyo.

"We should at least look alike with our fits," Erik said.

"Yes!" Mpilo said.

"I'm driving the hoverbike there," Erik said.

"Whatever you say, Baba!" Mpilo said, then he started laughing, making Erik grin at his high-pitched cackles.

Mpilo draped the scarf around his face, and even with his mouth and nose covered, the excitement in the boy's eyes showed a readiness for adventure.

"Let's go," Erik said, leading the way back to the hoverbike.

Chapter 40 HERE.

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b4rbi3l4nd · 1 year

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SOS — keep it on lowski

Okay real talk, this is my first tumblr fic and I like it..so far, so i might make this a series LMAO. But catch me on wattpad, i have a series on there that I plan on continuing

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summary: you broke up with shuri a few years ago and left wakanda for good until namor. now that he's killed the queen and multiple wakandan civilians, he's seen as a great threat and as former second in command at shuri's lab and wakanda's loyal warrior it is your duty to return and fight for your country. but a certain somebody makes the mission way too hard to deal with.

genre: minor angst, slow, slow, slow burn

pairing: shuri x black fem reader

episode warnings: suggestive scenes

proofread?: no but if there are errors then it's grammarly's fault.

word count: girl idfk

inspirations: 'SOS' — SZA

song: 'Low' — SZA

send your thoughts and requests

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"Whatever you want, don't call me." you said as you threw your kimoyo beads and your engagement ring on the ground before stomping it and breaking it under your heels.

Blinking back tears, you pushed her off you as you turned around and left the lab, slamming the door behind you. Her cries echoed through the room as you picked up your suitcase as you left the palace and wakanda for good.

That was more than 4 years ago. To think you were happy. Marrying into the royal family, a strong bond with both T'Challa and Queen Ramonda but especially the love of your life, Shuri.

You guys have known each other for the longest time, being the daughter of the chief of the Border Tribe, you and Shuri have known each other since birth. Bonding over your love for tech. Not only did you have one of the highest IQ's, you were also one of the strongest warriors Wakanda had. Your mother is a Dora Milage so you trained everyday with them since you could crawl.

Everything was going great for the both of you until Shuri started getting engulfed in her tech work. She worked overtime to prove to the elders that she could also be useful but it angered you. Not because she was expanding her work but because she wasn't making time for you. She dismissed you, she didn't even let you enter the lab sometimes and that was where you worked. Eventually, you got sick of it, sick of everything and just left. For the better. Or was it?

"Miss Y/N, you have arrived." your driver says as you snap out of your thoughts. The car door opens for you as you steop out in white pumps and a black bodycon dress, your curls resting all around you as you straightened your gold chain.

The Dora Milage immediately bowed to you as you noticed your mother smiling at you but your face remained expressionless. You walked into the palace as you muttered under your breath. "i can't believe I'm back here again."

You walked through the palace corridors as you stopped in front of the lab, 2 Dora Milage warriors on either side of the door. You were contemplating entering when you heard 2 women's voices.

Turning around, you were met with Okoye and Nakia looking at you.

Nakia immediately embraced you as you hugged her back, realizing how much you missed your friends.

"Y/N...it pained us so much when you were not there for T'Challa's funeral." Nakia started as Okoye stood still and silent, not looking over to you.

"I was busy...I'm sorry. Send the queen my condolences-" you start but Okoye cut you off sharply.

"The queen is dead." She said, almost as if she was choking on her words as Nakia looked down.

A hand flew to your mouth as you felt your eyes watering. Queen Ramonda was like your mother figure, so caring and loving.

"That is why we asked you here. I'm guessing you didn't read the envelope?" Nakia asked as you tilted your head to the side.

"There was an envelope?"

"Typical." Okoye kissed her teeth as you turned to her to see her smiling.

"Okoye..."

"You know I can't be mad at you for long. Small small girl, come here." She held out your arms as you chuckled, hugging her tightly but when you pulled back, both Okoye and Nakia had serious expressions on their face.

"We need your help Y/N...help the country. Help Shuri." Nakia voiced out as your mood soured when she mentioned your ex's name but she gave you a look. "Please, put your petty beef to the side. She hasn't been herself lately, she's been engulfing herself in her work, you're the only one we know that can help her."

"Is this what you called me for?"

"Not all, we also need help defeating a treacherous villain. Namor. All the information has already been sent to your...iPhone." Okoye said the last part in disgust as you rolled your eyes playfully.

"Sorry ma'am, but it's how you keep up with stuff out of country nowadays."

"I still don't know why you didn't take your kimoyo beads with you. They're great advances."

"Yea but she built em didn't she."

"And it was your design."

"Look, let's not get into battle of the tech here alright?" Nakia said, as she looked between you and Okoye. "Just please help Shuri."

"And the country." Okoye added as you laughed slightly.

You took a sigh and nodded, dismissing them with your hands as you 'promised' to help Shuri. Bullshit, you couldn't give 2 shits about that woman. Your face turned expressionless once more as you entered the lab, startled when a voice started talking out of nowhere.

"My queen, an unknown woman has entered the lab."

"Thank you Griot." Shuri said sarcastically as she didn't even look up from her work.

Your fists balled up slightly. Wow, nothing changed even from when you guys were together. You sighed, maybe you should give her benefit of the doubt, her whole family is gone.

You squinted your eyes, looking around, not knowing where she was.

"What do you want?" her voice came from above and behind you.

You looked up before turning around to see her standing atop some stairs. Your breath hitches, she looks so different than before. She ditched the braids now, her hair shorter than usual. Fades at the sides with curls on the top. It fit her. You took in her white tracksuit and sneakers, tatted hands, and her body got a bit more muscular than last time. She had a ring on her fourth finger. Was she married? The ring looked nothing like your engagement ring and you felt a slight pang in your chest but you shook it off.

You look up to her face but she wasn't even looking at you, she was studying something on her kimoyo beads. Every bit of arousal just disappeared. What an ick, she's still more focused on her work than anything else.

"I was sent to help with defeating Namor."

"Riri?"

"Y/N."

As soon as you said your name, her head darted up as she looked in your direction. You stood still, your hands in front of you as you looked straight ahead, unbothered, which you were.

"Oh uhm.."

"Is Riri your wife?" You ask, motioning towards her ring on her fourth finger.

"Why do you care?" She raised an eyebrow, a stern expression fixated on her face as a frown appeared.

"I don't.." you trailed off as you took note of her face, images of her crying and begging on the lab floor the day you left rushing your mind as you abruptly stopped and shook your head.

"You can go to your quarters, you are not needed here today."

"No thanks, I'll stay. I am here to protect my country, no other intentions needed." You walk up the stairs and right past her as you walk over to your former office and stop, staring in disbelief.

It was decorated with red and yellow and the name "Riri" was spelled out on the wall with an ironman-looking suit standing in the corner of it.

"Of course." You nod your head slightly, of course your office wasn't going to stay the same. She's obviously moved on. You start towards a chair but stop as you hear her right behind you. She grabbed your arm slightly, making you turn around to face her. She still towered over you, even after all this time.

"I got it under control."

"Really? Because if so, Nakia and Okoye wouldn't be begging for me to help you."

Before she can respond, a young woman around our age comes into the lab and looks up at Shuri.

"My love." she said as she ran up to hug her and Shuri hugged her back lovingly, letting go of my arm.

I frowned at the sight and looked away. I shouldn't even be feeling like this, I broke up with her, I'm the asshole.

"Namor...he left a message."

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All 3 of us walked towards the throne room, Shuri in the middle and ahead of us, her hands locked in with the woman who I learned to be named Malia. She wasn't Wakandan but American, you can tell from her accent. I scoffed at this.

The whole time, I stole glances at her. She wasn't even that pretty. Her dress is too short, this is a work area. Is she trying to seduce the elders or what? What's up with those shoes? They're unprofessional. Straightened hair? Really? Americans have no value for their natural hair. "Stop it" i said to myself under my breath. why am i comparing myself to another woman? I don't even care for Shuri, she can suck my clit for all i care.

As we approached the throne room, Shuri took her seat on the throne and I watched Malia sit down in the seat next to her. My former seat. I stood next to the Dora Milage, specifically my mother as I watched the two with hooded eyes.

Okoye pulled out her kimoyo beads where it showed Namor at the border of Wakanda, promising to be back and rid the whole country.

The whole time I was more focused on Malia and Shuri. The way Shuri's hand moved up and down her thigh, the way she looked at her. How unprofessional. And in front of the guards too?

"What is she doing here?" An elder spoke out, causing me to snap out of my trance. Everyone was now looking at me and I put on my best poker face, looking up at them.

"She is still a Wakandan, whether you like it or not." My mother said, standing up for me as I eyed the elder down. I clicked my tongue slightly as he turned away.

After the brief meeting and discussion of what to do, I made my way out of the throne room, right behind Malia who offered to show me to my sleeping quarters.

As we entered my apartment in the palace, I turned to her and raised an eyebrow. "Are you and Shuri married? I need to know whether to address to you as my queen or not." I say, trying to hide the fact that I'm prying for information.

I can see the question catch her off guard as she smiles sweetly at me. "No, not yet. This is just a promise ring, she got it for our anniversary, a few weeks ago, pretty right? She made it specifically for us." She showed her hand as I looked at the ring. It was beautiful and it had the initials "S.M" carved into it.

"Crazy how..if you hadn't left, this would've been you." She said under her breath, her tone sounding less friendly than it was before.

I look up at her, her expression looking more stern as we held eye contact momentarily. It was ice cold and the tension in the room could cut blocks. But then she smiled, her sweet expression coming back to her face.

"That's all, I hope you have a nice stay in Wakanda." She smiled even wider before turning around and leaving the apartment, leaving me to feel unsafe that she knew where I slept.

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That night as I pulled my dress down, I heard a knock on my door. I didn't open it, still occupied with my dress. After a few moments, the door opened.

"I thought I locked that door.."

I turned around to be met face to face with Shuri. My dress fell down, and pooled at my legs. The only thing stopping her from seeing my naked body was a white savage x fenty lingerie set which was even more teasing if I'm being honest.

She was silent for a few moments, looking at me up and down before she gulped and then looked back at my face.

"I didn't know you were in here."

She went silent for a few moments before I looked at her puzzled.

"Not even a sorry?"

"For?"

"Practically barging in my room and then staring me down."

"You're in your head."

"Really? We're gonna pretend the Queen of Wakanda isn't in my bedroom, talking to me as I'm half naked."

"It's nothing I haven't seen before." she blurted out as I stand still, stunned at her words and she too also seems stunned at what she just said.

"I.." she starts but I shake my head, turning around.

"I need you to get the fuck out my space." I say and she doesn't respond until I hear the door opening again.

"I'll need to see you again in the morning and discuss some things about the whole Namor situation. Meet me in my lab at 10 AM sharp, don't be late." She says sternly before I hear the door slam shut.

"Shit, 4 years of sexual frustration does something to you." I say, sighing deeply as I pick up my dress, throwing it on my bed before going to my suitcase to grab my pajamas.

I'm going to hate it here, for sure.

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boozenboze · 1 year

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Male reader x T’challa

Side note-Reader is a Top and is Dominant

-This is based off of the Black Panther movie -M/n = You

Females She/Her and She/They DNI

Imagine

Digging your way out of the debris of the fallen building. The same building you and your boyfriend had been in, where his father was giving a speech. You struggled to stand up due to the pressure that was once bestowed on your legs. Your eyes jolted from one place to another, trying to find the prince of Wakanda. The sound of debris being moved immediately caught his attention. A feeling of relief went through him as he saw his lover pushing himself up from the rubble. He used whatever energy he had left in him to pull him up, to which the male gripped onto him.

“Are you okay?” The e/c eyed male asked as he cupped the princes face. T’challa muttered something before his eyes widened.

"I-i'm fine...wait where is my father?!” T’challa responded with sudden concern in his tone. The both of you turned to where the King had last been seen, and there he was. Laying there with no signs of survival being shown.

T'challa stumbled towards his now deceased father and began to hug him, rocking back and forth after realizing he was gone. M/n didn''t know what to do, all he could do at the moment was wrap his arms around T'challa as they both mourned the loss of the king.

Imagine

Wrapping your arms around T’challa, as you both admire the beauty of Wakanda. The mission you had been on was relatively easy, but T'challa was still worried. Either way, he was glad that they both came out all right. Nakia was also doing well, and you were both happy to see one another. Their was a comfortable silence between the two of you as Okoye announced that you were home. Going through the illusion that covered your nation was something that had never gotten old to the T'challa. The loss of the previous king still weighed heavy on their hearts, but that was all part of grief. It was time to look forward now and see where this change would bring you. M/n took a glance at T'challa's face, seeing how he looked lost.

"You know, if your so nervous about becoming the King I could just challenge you and take that place." M/n said with devious smirk on his face, as the Prince looked back at him with an unamused expression.

"Oh please, you wouldn't be able to handle it..." T'challa said in a sarcastic tone of voice. Nakia and Okoye listened in on their conversation as they approached the Citadel.

"Well...even if that is the case there's always one thing that I know how to handle." The h/c haired male said with a smug look on his face.

"Oh? And what would that be?" T'challa asked in curiosity as the other man looked him up and down before winking, proceeding to walk towards the exit. T'challa froze again like he did not so long ago, he felt his face heating up at his lovers comment before following close behind him. He held his head low to cover the look of embarrassment on his face. Nakia and Okoye gave each other a look before following the two, both wondering how T'challa met someone like you.

Imagine

Being in the lab with Shuri, helping her with T’challa’s new suit. He had became King, and you were very proud for him. Although, it did feel like hell having to watch him get stabbed by M’baku’s staff. Shuri had brought up the new suit for her brother to test out to which he did. When his attack was absorbed Shuri had started recording which led to T'challas confusion.

"M/n ,....why is she recording..?"

"Research purposes...?"M/n replied in faux confusion. T'challa squinted and eyed the both of them before striking the suit in the same spot. The release of the kinetic energy sent the king flying, which caused the two who were preasent to laugh.

“Delete that right now!” T’challa demanded as you and Shuri laughed at the footage that had been recorded. You helped him stand up but he gave you a fake glare. You couldn’t help but kiss him on the cheek which caused him to push you away with a smile on his face.

“Ah come on you can’t stay mad at me~.” M/n teased as T’challa looked away in embarrassment.

“Aw..my brother is blushing.” Shuri said with a wide smile as T’challa rolled his eyes.

“Shut up Shuri....”

Imagine

Sharing a heated kiss with T’challa, which led to him being under you. His hand was buried in the h/c haired males scalp as he moaned at the feeling of M/n’s lips being against his skin.

“You enjoying yourself my King~?” M/n asked as he slowly palmed his hardening cock through his pants. The dark skinned male could only whimper in response as the s/c skinned male began to play with his nipples. The King arched his back in response which made him moan. M/n pulled away to which T’challa stared at him through lust filled eyes.

“W-why’d you stop.” T’challa asked as he watched M/n grab a small bottle of lube.

“Well....I don’t think either of us would enjoy seeing you in pain.” M/n said softly as T’challa stared up at him with a softened expression, the once heated moment turned into something more gentle. T’challa used one of his free hands to place it on M/n’s cheek, pulling the male into a short but meaningful kiss. He gave him a droopy smile before M/n guided one of his hands towards the other mans penis. M/n began to give the Kings cock long strokes before using the thumb technique, while his other hand grabbed the small bottle.

T’challa’s hands gripped onto the sheets, breathy moans escaping his mouth as M/n poured a generous amount of lube onto his fingers. He slowly circled T’challa’s rim before pushing a finger into him. The man beneath him hissed at the intrusion as M/n stared down at him.

M/n held T’challa’s cock in a gentle grip as he began to thrust his finger in and out. The stinging sensation turned into something blissful as the King moaned in pleasure.

“More...-ah! Please...?”

“Patience my love, you'll get what you want.”

Imagine

Wakng up early in the morning, the sun not even being out as the moonlights rays shined. T'challa's head was laid on your chest, his steady breathing indicating that he was in a deep sleep. You smile and checked the time seeing that it was barely 2 am. Your session lasted for about 4 rounds before T'challa had to tap out. Despite you being the dominant one of the relationship, it seemed that he would be using his title as King to give you orders of what to do. You stretched for a moment, leaving T'challa to lay on one of his many pillows. M/n sighed and was about to stand up when he heard a grunt behind him.

"Where are you going....what time is it..? T'challa questions as M/n ran a hand through his h/c hair.

"I was gonna go take a walk, didn't expect you to wake up." M/n said with a nervous smile making its way upon his features. T'challa sat up and pulled M/n by the arm, signalling for him to lay back down.

"I didn't feel your warmth anymore so I couldn't sleep." T'challa explains as he turned so that his back was facing M/n. The male that was mentioned smirked and pulled the covers over the both of them. He wrapped his arms around T'challa's waist and pulled him closer to him. The king hummed in content as he closed his eyes, now being able to bask in his boyfriends warmth once again.

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Shuri x Reader Fatal Touch Part 2

Summary: When your secret is brought to light and threatens to unravel the life you've built. You decide its time to move on and never look back, or at least you try to. Shuri isn't letting you go without a fight

Queen Ramonda was notified of an unknown breach in security at one of the outreach centers located in Nigeria. This came as a surprise considering how close to home the neighboring country was. In the past whenever France, the U.S., or any other country made a play to steal vibranium. It was always on the outside the continent of Africa, sense it was believed every country there was under the same protection as Wakanda itself. But then again maybe that's why whoever was responsible for this attack chose Nigeria. It was an unexpected and bold move, not to mention it could be the very nation itself responsible.

Either way the mission was the same as all the others. Eliminate all threats, recover any stolen vibranium, and capture all assailants so they could identified. It was a dance the Dora Milaje had been through a number of times, but this was your time partaking in this kind of mission. Your position in the royal guard had always been special. After you revealed your secret to T'Challa not only did he agree to keep it from everyone else including his parents, Nakia, and most trusted guards like Okoye. But he went out of his way to make sure you could serve in the army, while not compromising yourself. He presented the idea to his Queen Ramonda, and King T'Chaka of giving Shuri her own personal bodyguard who would train with only the best warriors.

He made you out to be the perfect candidate voicing how you being the same age as the Princess, and being able to grow up with her. Was more of a benefit rather than a liability Shuri would see you as a friend making it easier for you and to bond and trust each other. The connection between you two would be genuine and unbreakable. It took some conniving, but eventually both of them caved. But with you being such a formidable warrior there were still moments you would go on missions. Most of them were high-level with T'Challa, Okoye, and a few guards. It was important for you to have field experience just in case.

"Is there a specific reason you required my assistance on this mission?" You asked Ayo while switching out your everyday gloves, for the more sturdy ones made out stronger material. Unlike the Doras you didn't have armor. Your mission attire was a simple black vibranium suit that took shape on your body. The same way the Black Panther suit did, but you still put on a extra layer of gloves.

"It was a suggestion I bring you along, and we could use your skillset" she told you.

You snorted "Gee I wonder who made the suggestion."

Your snippy tone had her eyes snapping in your direction narrowing at the comment. You held your hands in surrender and walked around her to join the other Doras on the bench. Ayo let you off the hook shaking her head.

She didn't have to tell you who it was, because the only person the woman took orders from was The General. Who was seemingly absent from such a big mission. Deep down while you wanted nothing more than be angry with Okoye, for once again interfering in your relationship with Shuri. For the second time in less than twenty-four hours you found yourself feeling grateful for her actions. The hurt on Shuri's face when your heartbreaking words reached her ears was still fresh on your mind.

There was no doubt in your heart if you had stuck around a second longer. You would've caved in and took everything you said back. Even it took dropping down on your knees and begging for her forgiveness. You cherished her love more than your own dignity, but Okoye had been right. The Princess deserved to be someone who could love her all the way, and not just halfway. She deserved more than your empty promises, and distance love.

It would be a hard adjustment for both of you, and maybe you would have to stay gone a bit longer. This time for the message to really sink in, but once it did Shuri would finally move on. Seeing her happy and falling in love with someone else was going to tear a hole in your heart. A hole that could never be filled without her, but its what's best for Shuri.

"Are you sure we need her for this particular mission?" Aneka questioned her love. Her eyes were trained on your relaxed form. You were sitting between two other Doras with your head thrown back against the wall of the Talon fighter. Eyes were closed with your breathing steady. You didn't look to be in distress anymore, but all she could think about was all the inner turmoil. You had been going through just an hour ago, and your refusal to share any info on what was causing it.

"Okoye wanted me to bring her" Ayo replied making it clear. Your presence here was never up for discussion. "Is there something going on I should know about?"

"Just keep an eye on her during the fight alright don't let her out of your sight if you can. The Queen doesn't want any casualties on this mission, and that's kind of ironic with her here."

"Are you saying y/n can't show restraint?

Aneka raised an eyebrow and scoffed. "She is an urban legend outside of Wakanda. They call her the Girl with The Touch of Death. I'm not completely sure of how she got that name, but everyone here has heard stories."

"Nevertheless y/n knows her place and will follow orders the same as everyone else here" Ayo said with certainty in her voice, but it wavered a little bit. The second in command wouldn't admit to her lover, or anyone else, but she felt something was off with your aura. She just prayed to Bast it didn't jeopardize the mission.

One Hour Later

The Talon Fighters landed in a discreet location in a wooded area covered by the trees and bush. It would be a ten minute hike to the Outreach center, but it allowed you guys to keep the element of surprise. It was believed the strike team had already managed to get their hands on some vibranium samples, and were in the process of dealing with the scientists and volunteers. It was important that no one died considering some of the volunteers belonged to different countries who wouldn't be too happy with losing an asset.

It was the last Queen Ramonda needed right now.

"Alright is everyone clear on the objective. We move in quietly, spilt up accordingly to locate our targets, and neutralize with minimal force." Ayo shouted to all of the Doras her eyes scanning the small army to make sure everyone was paying attention.

When her eyes landed on yours her face took the form of a frown. Your hood was pulled up along with your mask covering all of your face expect your eyes. They were dark and clouded with despair, still you nodded your head along with the other Doras.

Ayo gave you the west wing of the building to clear out partnering you up with three other Doras. She could feel the waves of dread coming off you, and knew whatever storm had brewing inside of you had only gotten worse. And nothing was going to subside it you were a walking natural disaster at this point. She wished that herself or Aneka could've been in your group, but they had a lot of ground to cover. Makena was the next in line in seniority. She was only a few years behind Ayo in terms of service, and was a excellent order. She was put in charge, and warned to do her best to keep you from getting carried away.

The four of you moved through the halls at a slow, but methodical pace. None of you made any noise with your movements you could hear raindrop hit the floor, or better yet the muffled pleadings of the workers through steel walls. Once Makena was able to pinpoint the exact location of where they were being kept. She rounded all three of you up to come up with a plan of attack. But you had only one plan on your mind, and it was attack. The adrenaline pumping through your veins coupled with your bad nerves. It wouldn't take much to set you off. So when the sound of a gun clicking reached all of your ears, you broke off from the group. Drowning out Makena's panic whispers ordering you to stop.

Your foot slammed into the door kicking it in, and knocking the mercenary behind it to the ground. You counted a total of six armed mercenaries in all, and eight hostages. All of them were huddled in one corner of the lab on their knees, and hands behind their back. The mercenary on the top of the stairs would be a problem having the advantage of high ground. You rolled out of the way as a string of bullets came flying at the entrance. You came up behind a workstation, and grabbed a ball of vibranium a display. You whirled around throwing it with all your strength.

It went sailing through the air striking the mercenary on the stairs right in the face with such force. He flew off his feet and to the metal platform.

Two down. Four more to go.

By now the Makena and the other three Doras had joined the fight. Spinning the spears in unison creating an impenetrable shield that sent the bullets to the ground.

You threw your body forward crashing into another guy, and he tumbled back into the wall. Your hands wrapped around his machine gun that was strapped to his body. You pulled hard on it, twisting your body around using the momentum to bring him with you. He was slammed back first to the floor. The man struggled as your knee dropped down to his stomach causing him to groan in pain. Then your fist struck him in the face once, twice, three times.

A sickening crunch sounded off as you wailed on the mercenary alerting you to. The fact you probably broke his nose, but you didn't care the image of tears falling from Shuri's eyes clouded your mind. So you landed a punch for every single tear she shedded because of you. The man was paying for her pain in the worst way possible. A strong arm wrapped around your neck from behind and yanked you away from the bloody and unconscious man.

Your assailant tightened his grip to the point where your airways were nearly cut off. But the rage coursing through your body made you oblivious to it. You simply snapped your head back hitting the attacker in the face. With a cry of pain his hold loosened enough for you to slip out of it, and turn around.

You followed up with a hard kick to the stomach. He stumbled back right into one of the Dora's spear, and his body lit up with electricity. You still delivered a hard right hook to his jawline dropping him as well.

"Was that really necessary y/n" Makena scolded you disapprovingly.

"He's still breathing ain't he" You shot back with venom in your voice.

"You're doing too much damage. What do you not understand about minimal force?" She jabbed a finger over her shoulder pointing at the mercenary you brutally beat just a few seconds ago.

"I didn't kill anyone so back off" You seethed.

Makena opened her mouth to continue the argument, but one of the other Dora's yelled before she could.

"We got a runner."

Both of your heads whipped towards the door to just in time to see a tall, and lean white man bolt down the hallway. "We were able get a read on him. Makena he's wanted in Wakanda for theft and murder."

Your eyes darkened as you cracked your fingers. "He's mine" You whispered in a low tone.

"Y/N no he's headed towards Ayo I'll let her know" Makena ordered.

"I'll intercept him" You disobeyed orders once again to go into pursuit of the fleeing enemy. The distant words "stand down" barely registering in your mind.

The mercenary had a bit of a head start, and from the route he was taking. You knew he was heading for a back exit leading to the forest. Even though it was still daytime, and there was blue sky was shinning light down. The forest itself was shrouded in darkness from all the surrounding trees. He would have no problem losing you in the twisting paths, and disappearing forever.

You pushed your legs to move faster ignoring the burning sensation in your legs, and right as he reached the door you tackled him from behind. Both of you went flying through the door out into the wet grassy field. He rolled around so he was on top of you, but you brought a foot up kicking him away. He flew back to the ground.

Both of y'all jumped back to your feet to square off with each other. Your mask had been pulled down revealing your face to him. He had to be no older than thirty with dark brown hair, and a chiseled face with brown scruff.

"Aren't I a lucky guy I'm getting to face off with the Touch of Death" He said with arrogance in his voice. It was obvious that he believed this fight was already won for him.

You grimaced at the title never being a fan of it, and wishing that it didn't exist. Your only saving grace was that it never got back to Shuri that you had such a deadly reputation outside of the palace. In the past there had a been a few missions where your grim ability came into play. Eventually you used it enough times, and word carried throughout multiple regions. Until finally people decided that you had to be called something other than your name.

The Girl with The Touch of Death was born and you loathed it.

"Surrender now and maybe I'll go easy on you" You offered him.

"Technically if I surrender you're not supposed to touch me at all" He corrected you.

"Nahhh buddy you ran and I don't got no cuffs on me." You replied shaking your head. "You catching this beat down either way. Its up to you how bad it is."

For a second his confidence wavered as he paused circling you for a quick second. He was contemplated his chances of actually winning this fight, and in the end he must have decided. The odds were in his favor because with a cry of rage. The mercenary ran towards you with outstretched arms.

You moved to the side dodging his wild attack, and brought your leg to kick him in the abdomen. He doubled over with his head snapping to the side from a fist to the face. You danced around him slamming a elbow to the back of his head.

His foot slipped in the wet grass making him fall to the ground. Before he could attempt to get back up you brought your foot down onto his back pushing his body back down. "Its over."

"Is it really?" He asked with a underlying hopeful tone. In your peripheral line of vision you caught his hand grasping at something, and too late did you realize what it was. By the time you brought your arms up to defend your face. The dirt had reached your eyes bringing a painful sting to them. Out of reflex you tried to rub the pain away, and in that split second the tables were turned.

He swept your feet out from under you as your foot left his back, and you went down in the grass with a loud thud. He scrambled on top of your locking his legs around your waist to pin your body beneath his. His evil smile with gleaming white teeth filled your vision, once you were able to open them again. Before you knew what was happening your mouth flew open to gasp for air.

His hands were around your throat squeezing, and choking the life out of you. Eyes widening in anger with a tiny hint of fear you brought your hands up to tug on his wrists. But he was stronger, and your body was weakened. The adrenaline was starting to wear off in an last act of desperation. You brought your knees up to hit him in the back.

"Not going to work Grim Reaper" He laughed leaning down so his face were only inches from yours. His cold eyes filled with victory bored into your panicking ones.

"I heard stories about you all the time" He whispered. "People said death followed you wherever you went. People said you was Wakanda's secret weapon I never believed them.

Your vision was in and out as consciousness started to slip away from you. Somehow his words reached your brain and it sparked one last move from you. The only one you had left with your last bit of strength. You grasped the sleeve of the right glove, and tugged on it till your hand was free. The suit retracted revealing your bare right hand, and you grabbed his wrist again. This time letting your power flow freely no longer keeping it at bay. It answered your call with glee after laying dormant inside of you for so long.

The man didn't feel right away. He just kept cackling away shaking you by the neck every now and then. But then his hand started turning a light gray as his veins popped out. Once the effects traveled up his arm, his hold on your neck loosened a bit. The mercenary frowned peering down to see what was causing his body to shutdown.

A grin crept up on your face as he grew weaker your body was coming back to life. You were getting stronger as you drained the life force from him. Finally the man pulled his hands away from you with a cry of alarm. His skin had wrinkled up by now, and were completely blue and frail. "What did you do?" He cried out in fear.

You sat up taking in as much air as you could refilling your crying lungs. You spun your body around hitting him with a double kick to the face. He landed in the grass on his stomach, and blinded by rage of the near-death experience.

You leapt on his back placing your bare hand back on his face pressing his face to the grass. Your power flared up again, and he let out a wail as his body started to wither away.

"Stop pl-please staaa" his voice trailed off as the life was sucked right out of him. His body went still as his cries were silenced. You rolled off of the deceased man to lay in the grass breathing hard. "Fuck no casualties" you murmured.

"Y/N" a familiar voice called out to you with caution.

In a flash you were on your feet eyes locking onto the intruder. It was Ayo with wide eyes flickering back and forth between the dead body, and you. It didn't take long to realize her eyes were zeroing in on a specific part of your body. Your bare right hand.

"How much did you see?" You asked her nervously. It was a stupid question the way her hand gripped her spear so tight. Her knuckles were straining. The disbelief mixed with utter terror on her face told just exactly what she saw.

But you wanted to hear her say it.

"How much did you see?" You repeated a bit more fierce this time.

Ayo took a step back at the tone in your voice, and gripped her spear in both hands angling it towards you. "You killed him."

"He tried to kill me first" You argued.

"Y/N what was that? What did you do to him?" she hissed

"Ayo drop the spear it's me for crying out loud. I'm not going to hurt you." You insisted partially out of annoyance, but also with hurt. Did she fear you now that she knew the truth?

"How long have you been able to do that?" Ayo continued to question you instead. Her spear twitching in her hand.

In your eyes it didn't matter what you said her mind was already made up. "Oh screw this" You exclaimed and turned around to begin walking deeper into the forest.

Ayo didn't chase after you right away, her mind still reeling from what she just witnessed, and trying to process it. You got maybe twenty to thirty yards away from her, before she started after you calling your name with a sense of urgency.

"Y/N stop that is an order" she demanded just a few feet away from you.

You turned on her with tears in your eyes threatening to spill over. "What for? So you can keep looking at me like I'm some monster. I didn't ask for this Ayo I was born with it, and not a day goes by where I don't wish I wasn't."

"I don't thin-" Ayo began

"lixoki uyafana nje nabazali bam" You snapped cutting her off.

"Your parents" she said in confusion. Like everyone else she was under the impression you had a healthy and loving relationship with your family. So your accusation threw her for a loop.

"They hate Ayo ever since they discovered what I could do. They treated like I was devil in disguise. They dropped me off the trail leading to the palace in the middle of night. Not at the doorstep but at the trail I had to make the hike alone and cold during. The middle of the night at the age of fourteen. What loving parents treat their child like that?

"But you write to them" Ayo argued.

You scoffed "none of those letters belonged to them. I wouldn't be surprised if they packed up and moved after getting rid of me. My parents biggest fear was that the royal family wouldn't want me, and I would be linked back to them. My return was their biggest nightmare" You continued to explain wiping your eyes with your sleeve

"But why lie?"

To keep up with the facade that I came from a happy and healthy home. I had to just like I had to lie in order to make it in my new life. I knew if any of you have found out the truth you would look at me the way you are right now."

Ayo shook her head taking tentative steps forward. "Y/N I'm just a little shocked that’s all I promise."

"I only wanted a family. I wanted to be loved you know, but it was all just a fairytale huh." You said with a humorless chuckle letting the tears fall.

"Is this why you refuse to be with Princess Shuri?" She asked

"How can I be with her when my touch can kill her?"

Her gaze moved to your hands again studying them with fascination. "Is your power always active?"

You shook your head. "No I've gained control over it for most of the part it. But sometimes control slips my mind when I'm emotional or lose focus. My power doesn't kill instantly but I don't how much time I'm taking off someone’s life span. If I use my power on them for even a mere second. I won't risk it with Shuri."

Ayo regarded you with sadness and pity, but you were so beyond that now. "I'll just go alright you can tell them I went missing in action, or died whatever lie you can conjure up. I'm fine with it." You made it all of three steps before Ayo was on you gripping your forearm with a serious expression.

"I am not your parents and you are Wakandan no matter what y/n. You are one of us and I brought you on this mission, so I will be bringing you back home" she declared. "Now if you wish to run away and leave the Princess with questions rather than answers. Once we return then I won't stop you, but for now you're coming home with us."

You let out a sigh "fine but on one condition."

She tilted her head to the side in curiosity, and motioned for you to continue. Her grip tightening on your arm in warning though.

"You don't speak a word of my power to anyone" You told her with pleading eyes.

Ayo didn't give you a dignified answer because saying no would have you trying to run, and saying yes would be a blatant lie. She cared for you and understood why you wanted your ability to stay a secret. But was bind by her duty to report something this big back to her General at least.

"I won't tell the Princess" she finally said after a moment while leading you back to the building.

It wasn't the answer you wanted but it would suffice for now.

Wakanda

"Yo what's up with the Princess today?

Aamina looked up from the chemical sample she was examining to give her attention to. Her friends who were gathered around the edge of the ramp. They were located on the right side of the lab working three levels up. Princess Shuri worked in her usual spot on the first floor in the center of the lab.

She walked over to join them glancing down at her beautiful boss. "She does seem to be on edge today doesn't she."

"She is and take a look around" Kayin said making a sweeping motion with his arm. "Someone is missing from her side today."

A light bulb lit up Aamina's mind as she scanned the entire lab looking for your hidden figure. You were nowhere near Shuri and she didn't see you anywhere else. Joy filled her eyes once she realized you truly weren't here.

"So Shuri is upset and y/n is missing. Do you guys know what this means?" she cheered with giddiness.

Both guys turned to their friend with raised eyebrows, and disapproving stares. "Not cool Aamina it feels different this time" Kayin told her.

"Yeah she isn't just upset she's....." Mosi's voice trailed off as he tried to find the right word to describe Shuri's demeanor. "Devastated" he finished a minute later.

"Which means its final y/n finally came to her senses." Aamina replied disregarding their concern altogether. She could finally make her move without being disturbed.

The sound of approaching footsteps ascending the ramp made all of them swiveled their heads in that direction. Amira entered the workspace dressed in a white lab coat, a dark-blue button-up shirt, black jeans, and black sneakers. Her long black hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail. "Don't you guys have something better to do than gossip. Like I don't know your job we need those samples fully examined by the end of today."

Mosi and Kayin wasted no time in getting up to head back to their desks. But Aamina's attention went back to the sulking Princess as she tried to think of what to say.

"Aamina get back to work or go home. You can dream about Princess Shuri there" Amira ordered.

"Would you chill out" Aamina whined with a hint of anger. She glanced back at her fellow scientist, and the hardened glare that met her had the girl stumbling back.

"Don't forget your place Aamina I'm your superior. I have no problem suspending you for the rest of the week, and restricting your access to the lab for the duration of your suspension."

The threat did the job as Aamina rushed back to telescope to continue her lab work.

After making sure all of them were focused back on the tasks at hand. Amira made her way back down the ramp to head over to the main center of the lab. She paused a few feet from Shuri who was scribbling something in her tablet. Her grip on the stylus was tight and her movements seemed a bit rushed. The emotional turmoil filled the air around her, and it made the girl want to turn around.

Amira took a deep breath, and exhaled for a confident boost. Then she walked over coming to a stop a few feet to leave a comfortable distant between them. "Hey I was going to grab lunch real quick do you want to come?"

Shuri barely looked at her before giving a sharp reply. "No."

"I'm not trying to come onto Princess I'm asking as a friend. A concerned one" Amira insisted.

"My answer is still no Amira go enjoy your break." Shuri told her turning to put her back to her scientist. As she went to walk away a hand took a hold of the back of her lab coat. She whipped her head to see Amira's arm reached out.

Amira knew she was crossing a line and was at risk to loss her job. Especially with the mood Shuri was in right now, but someone had to do something. "I'm sorry Princess its just you could really use the break" Amira started.

Under her sharp gaze she pulled her hand back from the lab coat. "You're not in the best of moods today, and I get it y/n broke your heart again. But that doesn't give you the right to take it out on us. Everyone is walking eggshells around you today because you're a ticking time-bomb."

No one absolutely no one ever had the guts to call Shuri out on her destructive behavior. Especially when it came to you, everyone in her life just gave her space till the storm passed. But it wasn't a storm it was a full blown hurricane, and not a person was spared its warpath.

Shuri was ready to turn that same rage onto Amira for daring to say such a thing, but it dawned on her that the girl was right. This lab had always been her safe space, the perfect getaway for whatever she was going through. And her employees loved their work just as much as she did, and viewed it the same way. Her behavior was tainting that.

Instead of whirling around to yell at the girl like she originally planned. Shuri removed her lab coat. "Griot I'm taking a short break let my mother know I'm out if she comes for me."

"Of course Princess Shuri" The A.I. replied.

Shuri started walking towards the elevator, pausing when Amira didn't follow immediately. "Are you not coming Amira? You are the one who invited after all."

The girl stood rooted in place by shock that her plan actually worked, and the boldness paid off. Amira believed she would be out of a career by now. She blinked a few times before Shuri's voice calling out for her to "come on" registered in her mind. Amira nodded chasing after the Princess.

The Market

Amira and Shuri browsed the market for a short time to see what it had to offer. Neither of them got out that much, so it wasn't often this opportunity came by. In the past you would venture down to the market on your own, and return with a present for her. Nothing to extravagant just a nice token that she would appreciate. When they passed one of the jeweler’s stand. Her hand came up to play with the necklace resting on her collarbone. It was made out of a soft and silky material tied together with a Black Panther charm dangling on it. On the back of the charm was her brother's initials engraved.

Not too long after his death you gifted her the necklace as a remainder that. He was always with her in spirit and to keep him close to her heart. She threw herself into your lap that night in the privacy of her room to break down into tears. It was one of the rare moments where you actually held her.

Amira noticed her fingers fiddling with the charm, and the faraway look in her eyes. "Hey my usual spot is right up ahead come on" she urged her. The objective of this lunch was to take her mind off of you.

It was a nice little cozy restaurant that was buzzing with a younger crowd. The doors were held open by kickstand, and the dinning room floor plan was open. The patrons were allowed to sit anywhere they pleased, and a server would come by shortly.

The chatter went down to surprised gasps as Shuri entered the establishment. The Princess didn't get out much, but after the death of her brother. The sighting of her went from rare to nonexistent. And to see her in the company of one the restaurant’s regulars got the whispers really going.

Amira led her to a booth by the window in the corner for privacy. The tables surrounding it were unoccupied, so they wouldn't have to worry about eavesdroppers. The menus were positioned on the side of the napkin holder. She pulled them out and slid one to Shuri who sat on the opposite side of her.

"My go to is this fruit bowl mixed with meats and vegetables. I know it sounds like a weird combination but it works." Amira told her trying to see if she would try anything new.

"I think I'll keep it simple and just go with the jerk chicken with vegetable rice." Shuri replied in a quiet voice pushing the menu to the center of the table. She could feel everyone's eyesight lingering on her, and it made her uneasy. Even when she did come out in the past you were always by her side, and had methods to prevent prying eyes.

"Hey relax they are starstruck right now. It'll pass in a moment or two I promise" Amira reassured her.

"Yeah?"

"Yes" she promised nudging the Princess's foot with her own.

Thirty minutes later and indeed everyone in the cafe was back to by their own devices. Rather it was focusing on studies or telling stories with friends. Even if they were staring Shuri probably wouldn't notice, as she dug into her food. It had been hours since her last meal, and the way her mouth watered at the sight of the hot and savory dish was proof of that.

"I see even royalty forgets their manners on the right occasion" Amira quipped playfully.

Shuri paused in the devouring the nearly depleted chicken bone to glance up at her. "My apologies dear friend the food here is quite delicious."

"Its okay Princess we've all been there" She told her waving the apology off. Her own bowl of mixed fruit, veggies, and various meats sat in front of her with smoke tendrils wafting up from the heat. She took a few bites letting flavors battle for dominance lighting up her taste buds.

"That really does look good" Shuri murmured

"Do you want a bite? Hand me your spoon."

Outside The Cafe

You watched as Shuri leaned over the table to accept the spoonful of food for Amira. Her eyes lit up as she chewed on the dish a smile gracing her lips.

Just like that in the matter of a few hours the Princess had not only recovered from your words, but she had also moved on with someone one else. At least it wasn't the dreadful Aamina.

Amira really was prettier. She would be good for the Princess you decided, knowing that your love was in good hands. You turned around and walked away for good this time.

Ayo was going to tell Okoye the truth about you, and the General would realize she was right to push you away from Shuri. Eventually the news would reach her mother who in no doubt was going to tell her beloved daughter the truth.

Your time here was up.

A Few Hours Later

It was when Amria and Shuri were on the way back to the palace after a two-hour lunch break. Amira finally felt comfortable enough to bring up a sensitive topic with the Princess. It seemed like storm raging inside of her had passed by now, and Shuri had a bit more pep in her step.

"Shuri if it's okay with you there's something I want to tell you about y/n. Something you need to know" Amira said.

Shuri came to a stop to turn towards her fellow scientist with a raised eyebrow. "Don't take this personally Amira but what could you possibly know about y/n that I don't already know?" She did her best to keep her voice leveled, and not let her emotions takeover but her words came off as a warning.

Amira didn't heed it though. "Its nothing more than a theory based off what I witnessed sometime ago. While you were absent in the lab, and she thought she was alone."

"I don't do theories Amira" Shuri snapped.

"Fine if you don't want to hear it just say that. I just thought you would be interested in the story considering I believe. It might be the key to figuring out why she chooses to love from afar." Amira didn't even get to take one full step, before Shuri was grabbing her arm in a death grip.

"No I'm sorry I want to hear it" She blurted out in desperation. "Please tell me." If there one was equation in her life that seemed impossible to solve. It was the equation of your love, how could your love for her be so strong, yet you fought against it everyday. If Amira had an answer to that she wanted to hear it.

"It happened a few months ago and its going to sound crazy, but I promise its truth" Amira told her. "You were with your mother while y/n was in the lab waiting for you to return. The lab was nearly empty besides me and about two more scientists. But she was standing by your workstation like she always does, and no one else was really in her vicinity. You know I don't know why but something made me look in her direction."

She paused to take a deep breath knowing this next part was going to change everything for you. The young scientist just prayed it wasn't for the worse. You were her friend and the last thing she wanted to do was ruin your life. "Y/N was just leaning back on your workstation when something dropped from the ceiling onto her neck. I'm pretty sure it was a spider."

Shuri couldn't hold back the scoff in disbelief, but motioned for Amira to continue. It didn't seem to faze her at all. She knew how ridiculous it sounded. "She panicked and I know this sounds crazy but the spider kind of just shriveled up, and dropped dead."

"You're saying that y/n killed a spider with her thoughts or something. I don't understand" Shuri said a bit confused.

Amira shook her head. "No it touched her bare skin on her neck, and I mean she didn't glow or anything. But the second she tensed up the creature did too until it was gone. I wasn't sure of what I was seeing until y/n turned around like she knew exactly what she had done. Her behavior afterwards was pretty frantic as she looked around making sure no one else saw what happened."

"And she didn't notice you?" Shuri questioned.

"No I was on a higher level. I think it was her skin it makes sense when you think about it. Why she's always wearing gloves, and long-sleeved shirts. Why she refuses to make skin-to-skin contact with anyone. What if her skin is poisoned or something?"

Just like that the gears in Shuri's mind started turning as the theory registered in her brain. Amira's theory would literally explain everything. You pushed her away whenever she tried to kiss you, hug you, or initiate any type of physical contact.

You were never shy with your words, and Shuri could flirt with you all day without your walls going up. But it was whenever she pushed for more physically you got scared, and pulled away. You were never willing to take your relationship with her to the next stage beyond just words, and longing stares. But why wouldn't you just tell her that? Why keep it from her?

"Griot has Ayo and the team returned from their mission yet? Shuri asked the A.I. in a hurried voice.

"Yes Princess they landed in Wakanda approximately two hours ago" He answered back.

"Where is y/n's location right now."

"I'm sorry Princess but I don't have that information right now."

Shuri frowned "can you get a read on her kimoyo beads?"

"No I believe they have been deactivated Princess Shuri."

"No" Shuri whispered before breaking into a run towards the palace.

The Palace's Armory

"Did you know about this Okoye?" Ayo asked the General after recounting what had happened on the mission.

Okoye stood beside her second-in-command with her gaze focused on the city below. On the inside she was beating herself up all she could think is that she was wrong. She was wrong to come between you and Shuri. She was wrong to assume your issues with love was the product of a broken home. She was wrong to not push you to open up to her more. Now any chance to make up for her mistakes were gone considering. You were probably already gone, and this time it might be for good.

"Okoye" Ayo called her name sharply to bring her out of her thoughts.

"No I didn't if I had do you really think I would've been so hard on her." Okoye finally said turning to her with a look of regret.

"Do you think its possible T'Challa knew?"

If anyone would've known about your secret it would be him. All of the pieces to the puzzle were starting to fit right into place now. It always bewildered her how T'Challa went out of his way to give you special treatment. She still remembered the day he pulled her aside to tell her.

She would be in charge in training you privately, and to respect your attire. He made it clear your main position was by Shuri's side, and you weren't to go on any missions without his approval. All of those rules and restrictions baffled her, but now it all added up. He knew what you were capable of, and did his best to make you feel at home. T'Challa gave you a second chance at a real life filled with purpose and love.

"He knew" Okoye clarified.

"Then why keep it-" Her question was cut off at the sudden bang from the door being pushed open. Shuri came through it leaning up against the wall panting. She was out of breath and sweaty from making the long run from the market to the Palace, and to the Armory. Where she knew Ayo and Okoye would most likely be located.

"Shuri is everythin-" Okoye began to ask, but paused when the Princess held up a hand.

"Where is y/n? I need to speak with her now."

"Shuri it pains me to inform you of this, but I don't think she is here anymore. We have reason to believe she left." Ayo told her.

"I know that I need to know where she would go" Shuri insisted jabbing a finger at the General. "All those years ago when I sent you to go in search of her parents. Did you find them?"

Okoye gave her a slight nod with a frown. "I don't think they're going to be much help Princess. They weren't very welcoming when I showed up on their doorstep asking questions about y/n. The only thing her parents were concerned with was making sure she wasn't coming home."

"I don't care its the only lead we have, and I need to find her. I have to find her. Okay she doesn't get to just walk out of my life like we never meant anything to each other. I don't care if she was trying to protect me from her" Shuri exclaimed.

Her outburst caught both Ayo and Okoye off guard the last of her words making them exchange a look. And the Princess didn't miss it.

"Yes I know about her touch of death now are the two of you going to help me find her or what?"

Locating you was easier said and done. Okoye wasn't kidding when she said your parents weren't going too much help. Six years had gone by since the General tracked them down for answers, and a lot had changed between now and then.

Shuri looked them in Wakanda's database only to discover your parents had went off the grid about three years ago. She searched every nook and cranny looking for a connection to them, but couldn't find one. Without your parents the Princess was at a dead end with your whereabouts.

But she still wasn't going to give up. The state of your room made it clear you left in a hurry. Your drawers were left open with clothes hanging out, and discarded everywhere. The closet door was open with the contents of it in a disarray. Your bed remained untouched. Shuri didn't know what she was looking for, but she tore through your belongings hoping you left something behind. On accident that could lead her to you.

Two Days Later

The trip back to your childhood town took two days with you walking some of the way. Until you came across some travelers who were willing to take you the rest of the way. Since they were already headed in that direction. You made sure to pay them for their generosity once they dropped you off.

The town hadn't changed much in the eight years you had been gone. It was small and local with a few businesses. There wasn't much to do entertainment wise. One of those places where everywhere knows each other, and are friendly to one another. One school for each grade level so all of the kids would grow up together. You didn't know if any of your old classmates would remember you, but you knew some of the older people would.

For that reason you kept your hood up as you walked through the town. Keeping your face concealed as you could feel everyone's gazes following you. Some of the faces struck a cord in your memory tugging on your heartstrings, but you had your destination in mind. And didn't want to become sidetracked for even a second. Also you didn't feel like dealing with the plethora of questions they would bombard you with.

Not too many people ever left this place, and the ones that do hardly ever returned. Unless it was a social visit to family and friends. You weren't a hundred percent sure your parents were gone from this place, and your childhood friends were different people now. There was no way to know if you would even get along with you now, and the last thing you needed was more personal connections.

There was one more ulterior motive for why you were going through so much trouble to keep your identity a secret. If you knew Shuri (which you did) she wasn't just going to let you disappear in peace. Not once she realized you had no intentions of returning this time. She was going to use all her resources to in her search, and putting out a country wide alert for you wasn't off the table.

You prayed to Bast that the one person in this town who really did know and care for you was still here. The old lady never wrote back to you, and you never bothered to do a welfare check on her or anything. You had convinced yourself she was happy to have you gone, and guilt tore through your body.

Because here you was turning up on the doorstep of her house that was still standing in the same location. It was midday so if she was still here she would be cooking dinner by now with some music playing in the background. It took five minutes for you to muster up the courage to finally knock on the door. You didn't want the nosy neighbors alerting the town's guards of some stranger hanging around, and acting weird.

You heard the thumping sound of footsteps approaching the door, and your heartbreak picked up. If it wasn't her on the other side of the door you were truly out of luck, and on your own. Finally the door opened revealing a short mocha skinned woman with curious brown eyes. There were streaks of gray hair mixed in with her original black hair pulled up into a neat bun. A locket dangled on her neck holding a picture of her late husband. She was dressed in blue summer dress with some sandals.

You yanked your hood off showing your face with tears of joy and pain. "Hi Mrs.Hassan its been a while huh."

Her eyes widened in surprise at the sound of your voice. Shock coursing through her body. "Y/N baby is that really you? She asked stepping outside onto the porch to get closer. You let her until she reached out a hand to touch your cheek. At that you jerked your head back avoiding the physical contact.

She frowned as a warm smile graced her lips. "Oh its you alright stop being so stubborn and come here."

You laughed leaning down to wrap your arms around her in a tight hug. And she returned it making sure to avoid touching any skin that wasn't covered by clothing. Your laugh broke down into a chilling cry as your emotions finally caught up with you. Zola pulled back from the hug to lead you back inside the safety of her home.

Where she led you over to the couch so you could sit down, and get all the crying out your system in peace. You buried your face into your arms hunched over. You could feel her rubbing wide circles into your back trying to calm you. But all you could think was Shuri, and how life really wasn't fair.

You spent your entire life telling yourself that you would never fall in love with someone. Not because it wasn't worth the risk, but because you figured no one was capable of loving you in such a way. After all the very people who brought into this world, and was supposed to cherish you more than anything despised your very existence. All you wanted out of life was a purpose, and you found one with the royal family. But falling for Shuri was never part of the plan but the girl made it so easy. Your heart never stood a chance, and now you were thinking that Bast just had it out for you. Why let you feel something that you could never truly have.

"Sweetheart tell me what happened" Zola said softly.

"I had nowhere else to go" You whispered sitting up straight, so you could lean back into the cushions.

"I'm not angry that you're here y/n you have always been welcomed in my home, and you know that. I'm just surprised to see you here its been eight years. One day you were here and the next you were gone for a while. I was terrified those awful parents of yours did something to harm you."

Knowing that Zola never stopped thinking about you from day one made your heart clench. It made you feel even worse for not trying to visit. "I wrote you all the time."

"I know I got the letters" Zola replied nodding her head in the direction of her five shelf bookcase.

You glanced over to see a pile of old letters sitting atop the third shelf. "Wait why didn't you ever write me back?" You asked a bit hurt by this revelation.

Zola arched an eyebrow at your tone. "Baby you never put a return address on a single letter, and your parents wouldn't tell me what they done with you."

Heat rushed up to your face as you looked down slightly embarrassed. It had been your fault she could never reach out to you, but then again you figured she would move on with her life in your absence.

"I didn't know if you would care enough to write back. The letters were part of my cover story, everyone thought I was writing to my parents" You confessed in shame.

Hurt flashed in her eyes as she released a disappointed sigh. There was a moment of silence, and for a second you were worried she was going to kick you out. Now that she knew you had no real intention on keeping in contact with her. But she just asked another question.

"Where did they send you?"

"They took to the capital city to give to the King so I could enroll in the academy for young Doras."

"Ahhhh now it makes sense." But her eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. "No offense but why are you back here now then?"

"i screwed up Mrs.Hassan this stupid curse ruined everything like it always did. You are the only person in my life who's ever been able to see past it, and treat me like a person."

Zola smacked you in the back of the head making you cry out in pain, and scoot away from her. "Young lady I don't ever want to hear you talking like that again. I told you that years ago when I started bringing you over for dinner. Now I get your parents didn't love you, but not everyone else was going to be like them. You never gave people a chance to see the real you sweetheart, and every time someone did. You pushed them away and went running from the hills."

"It was better than letting them find out the truth about me, and then starting treating me like some monster" You shot back.

"But how do you could you know that was going to happen when you never gave anyone a chance?" Zola insisted.

"It wasn't a risk I could afford to take alright. I can't every take that risk even when I want to" You blurted out.

It was your last statement that had her narrowing her eyes at you as she studied you with a piercing gaze. The woman always a knack for being able to see past your words, and find any hidden meanings in them. You got up from the sofa and walked over to stare out the window.

"You let someone in" she breathed.

"Not really she kinda forced her way in by just existing. I didn't know love like existed till I saw her Zola." You told her with a longing in your voice.

"Then why are you here and not out there fighting for her?"

"Because I can't be with her not like this" You snapped whirling around to hold up your hands.

Zola shook her head while getting to her feet. "Y/N when it comes to love sometimes you have to fight no matter what. Even when the odds are stacked against you, and it seems like things can't work. You find a way or make one if you have to, but you never give up. You don't just walk away. That's how some of the greatest love stories are created."

"Sometimes walking away is love, and some of those stories still end in tragedy." You replied making eye contact with her before going on. "I won't let us become a tragedy."

"Two people who are in love with each other, and meant to be together but won't ever get the chance. Because one of you decides it's not even worth trying. It sounds like a tragedy to me" Zola argued.

"Its better than the tragedy where one of us ends up dead" You stated in a low voice.

Zola dropped it knowing that when you got like this there was no point in arguing anymore. You had already made up your mind, and no one could change it.

One Week Later

It wasn't even a question on rather or not Zola would take you in. While she hated the circumstances of your return. She was ecstatic to have some company around the house full-time again. A few of the neighbors would drop by and have tea with her sometimes, and one of the older guards stopped by at least once a week. Bringing her groceries and just to check up on her well-being, but it wasn't the same as having another person living with her.

She had someone to talk to and reminisce with about her younger days, and you loved to hear her stories. Especially the ones about her and her husband. You fit in nicely in your new/old home helping around the house by doing the hard chores. You didn't let her lift a finger when it came to taking out trash, or even picking something up from the floor. Zola started to give you cooking lessons, because if there was one life skill you lacked. It was whipping up any meal that didn't have to be microwaved. Years of living in a royal palace with a team of the best chefs in the world would do that to a person.

She didn't push you on what your plans were for the future, but her heart ached knowing you gave up so much. You thought she didn't notice you stepping away to flip through a small pocket-size notebook, but she did. A picture slipped out one day without you knowing, and when she picked it up. Zola thought her eyes were deceiving themselves.

It was you in the picture with your arm thrown around the Princess of Wakanda pulling her close. Your head was turned towards her lips puckered out nearly touching her cheek. Shuri had the biggest grin in the world eyes closed in anticipation. Waiting for the kiss that would never come.

You didn't tell her your love was the Princess herself, and now that she knew the urge to do something was stronger than ever.

You wouldn't know the elder woman was plotting behind your back till a day later. Zola had gone out into the town to do some light shopping. She left while you were sleep knowing you would insist on tagging alone to assist her in carrying stuff. But leaving you behind was intentional this time.

You were pacing around the house reading the miniature notebook while munching on. A fresh bagel Zola cooked before she left, so you could have a light breakfast. It was then you heard a light tapping on the back screen door leading to the backyard. Your steps faltered as your mind went into high alert.

"Zola that you? You yelled walking into the kitchen. No response just silence but then again it wouldn't make sense for her to use the back door. Maybe it was a neighbor but then why not answer back. It was possible they didn't recognize your voice, and figured you were an intruder. You were pretty sure no one knew of your return yet.

You went over and wretched the door open ready to fend a home invaders just in case. But no one was there the concrete platform was deserted besides her little statues. You stepped outside to examine the open backyard just to be sure. Deciding it was the wind you turned back around to go back inside only to stopped by none other than Okoye.

The General stood in your way blocking the back door entrance with a raised eyebrow. She wasn't in her armor, and her spear was missing from her hand. But you knew none of that mattered she was still dangerous, and it wasn't a fight you could win. Not even you were that good besides she taught you everything you knew.

"How are you here?" You squeaked out the question looking over your shoulder for. The person you knew had to be accompanied with her.

"I think the better question is why am I here, and you should know the answer to know." Okoye said narrowing her eyes at you. "Don't try it y/n."

Of course she knew you were trying to come up with an escape plan. Which meant you wouldn't make it very far.

"She's waiting for you over by the tree" Okoye told you motioning for you to go.

You shook your head folding your hands together. "Okoye please just let me go" You pleaded out of plays.

"I was given orders to do the exact opposite y/n, and even if I wasn't." She paused to soften her facial expression. "I would still do this to fix my past mistakes. I was wrong about you."

You were taken back by her last words not expecting them. "No you were ri-"

Okoye let out a sigh of exasperation reaching out to spin your body around and give you a light push forward. "uhambe mntwana."

You stumbled into the grassy field and looked up to see a figure occupying the swing connected to the tree. You already knew it was Shuri with her back to you. Heart pounding in your chest you covered the distance between the two of you in five seconds.

You wished you had walked slower as you came around into her line of vision. "Princess Shuri" you addressed her nervously.

She lifted her head at the sound of your voice, and a feeling of relief overcame her as she shot out of the swing to hug you. But you retreated backwards denying her.

Shuri frowned "y/n if I have to order Okoye to hold in place so I can hug you I will."

"How did you find me?" You asked ignoring the threat. You knew she wouldn't no matter how frustrated she was with your behavior. It was a boundary she refused to cross.

"Your friend wrote me later telling me you were here making the biggest mistake of your life, and I agree" Shuri revealed.

You threw your head back with a groan, of course Zola was behind this.

'You certainly didn't make things easier no clues not even a goodbye letter" Shuri said offended.

"I figured a goodbye letter would've made things worse. I wanted you to move on."

"Usisidenge" was her sharp reply.

You raised an eyebrow at her. "What?"

"You really are the dummy Aamina says you are if you honestly thought I could just move on from you."

"Well it wasn't too hard to believe after I witnessed your lunch date with Amira. You looked perfectly fine to me" You argued angrily. Turning your head away to hide the hurt evident on your face.

Shuri frowned not knowing what date you were talking about right away. But then it hit her the day she went out with Amira to take her mind off of you, and get her raging emotions under control. You must have saw them after returning from your mission. "How did you find us?"

"Aamina couldn't wait to the rub the news in my face" You whispered a breeze carrying your voice.

Shuri burst into laughter out of nowhere causing you to look at her again. "Is that why you punched her?"

You shrugged your shoulders. "You weren't there to stop me and she was a little too happy about my downfall."

"Well just for the record it wasn't a date Amira was simply trying to help take my mind off you. I wasn't exactly a joy to be around in the lab you know" Shuri told with her laughter dying down.

You didn't know what to say. On one hand you were relieved to know she hadn't moved on you so fast, but showing it would make her think the two of you still had a chance. You were determined to stand your ground on your decision.

"She told an interesting story about you" Shuri went on gaining your full attention.

You rose an eyebrow in suspicion. "And what story would that be?" On the inside you were working yourself into a full blown panic trying to figure out exactly what Amira told her.

"She said she once witnessed you kill a spider with a simple touch, or more so it touched the skin on your neck spooking you." Shuri watched you carefully for your reaction, and even though you tried to hide it. She noticed how the muscles started to tense up.

You swallowed hard thinking about all your options. You could deny but what was the point? Had Ayo or Okoye told her about what you did on the mission yet? In the end you decided to test her knowledge.

"So you know about me? You asked nervously

Shuri gave you a tiny nod settling down back into the swing. "I do."

"Then why are you here?" You asked in confusion.

She let out a dry chuckle throwing her head back. How dense could you be? "I'm here because I love you, and nothing or no one will ever change that y/n."

"But my powers what I can do" You insisted holding your hands up. "Does it not make you see me differently?"

"I mean your ability does interest me from a scientific standpoint, but other than that no you're still my y/n. The one I grew up with who protected me from the monsters under the bed. The one who use to help me prank my brother all the time, and would even take the fall for me when I screwed up. The one who carries me to bed whenever I fall asleep. The one who had my heart from the start." Shuri was on her feet now with each word bringing her a step closer to you, and this time you stayed put.

She took that as a good sign resting her hands on your hip. "The one who I know is still in love with me."

"I lied when I said I didn't belong to you I always have and always will" You replied in a low voice.

"If that's true then come back home let me help you, so we can be together for Bast's sake." She pleaded bringing her hand up to graze your cheek.

It was a ghost of a touch but your body was lit up with fire from the physical contact. You wanted more to lean into her hand to kiss her, but it still wasn't a risk you were willing to take. "You can't Shuri don't you think I've already tried."

"Yintoni ngubani" she demanded to know in a mixture of anger and disbelief.

"The American scientist they call Bruce Banner, or you may know him as the Hulk. When he came to Wakanda for during Thanos's invasion I pulled him to the side, and asked him if there was anything he could do for me. Before we were dusted I gave him a blood sample, and apparently he looked into developing a cure for me. In our five-year absence but he couldn't find one" You explained.

If there was anyone in the world who knew your pain it was Bruce Banner. You heard of his story after the incident in Johannesburg, and while most people hated him for what he did. You sympathized with the both the scientist and the giant green guy.

You was expecting Shuri to take a step back and admit defeat instead she flicked your forehead hard. The sharp sting had you flinching back, and rubbing the sore spot.

"Ow what was that for?" You exclaimed with a frown.

"Isidenge" she muttered under her breath.

"Hey stop insulting me" You complained now full on pouting.

"You dare trust an American scientist's judgement over mine. You seek out the Hulk's help but not mine. How does that make any sense y/n"

"I didn't want you to know Shuri I was scared it would change things between us. I love you to you know I have since we were younger, and I didn't want you to fear me, or to jeopardize what we have."

Shuri shook her head still regarding you with a look of disappointment. Her hand took your chin in a firm grip forcing you to return your gaze. "You're not a monster its not like you use your power to harm people, and when you do its in self-defense. If you want to get rid of it I promise I won't researching till I find the answer."

Out of nowhere her arm snaked around your waist bringing your body closer to hers. You placed both of your gloved hands on her shoulder, and dug your feet into the ground. "Shuri what are you doing?" You asked alarmed.

"I'm going to kiss you" she stated.

"No we can't" You refused.

"I trust you" and with those words Shuri leaned forward connecting her lips to yours, and your eyes went wide with fear as you focused on not letting your power loose. But the feeling of her soft lips pressed to your own made you want to give in. This moment was something you dreamed about on a regular basis. You didn't think the day would ever come where it was reality.

The Princess pulled away with a frown, and you let out a whine. "you can do this y/n." This time when her lips met yours you were ready kissing her back with a careful approach. Your hands moved to cup her face as she deepened the kiss with ferocity. Your body sinked into her own, and she brought her other arm down to your waist encircling you in her arms.

Your lips moved against her in a slow and passionate kiss, both of you savoring this moment. Taking the time to learn what the other tasted like. It was heaven for both of you, and neither of you came up for air until two minutes later.

Shuri pecked your cheek over and over again with an adoring smile. "Come home?"

"I guess I can after all who I am to defy the Princess" You replied with a smile.

Shuri chuckled pulling you into her arms with no intention of letting you go anytime soon.

Translations:

Uhambe Mntwana- Off you go child

Usisidenge- Stupid

Yintoni Ngubani- What who

Isidenge- Idiot

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Idea for a shuri fic: maybe a tchalla and nakia moment with shuri and y/n where she goes to rescue y/n and freezes when she sees her

i'm obsessed with the moment when t'challa freezes in front of nakia so of course i had to deliver this one. thanks a lot for the request <3 | shuri x f!reader ; 0.7k

Adrenaline rushed through her whole body—everything enhanced in her vision. Shuri could spot a snowflake from a mile away with the way blood rushed through her veins, but all she could think about was Okoye's words.

"Kingi will be your way out."

"Kingi?! Since when is she working the fields again? I thought she left Wakanda for the diplomatic—"

"Shuri. I will tell you everything you want to know in boring detail when we're coming back. Now is not the time. Kingi is your way out. Do not leave the premises without the vial. And most importantly... do not freeze when you see her."

Freeze?! Shuri lifted a single finger, held back from a scoff, and dropped out of the airplane with the sound of Okoye's laughter in her ears. She did not freeze.

Except—she did, maybe.

A couple of times (not that anyone was counting). Both of them were justifiable by a lot of means, the more that she thought about it.

"How do you know I froze?" Shuri had no recollections of Okoye being present in either one of the first times.

In her ear, she heard a dry chuckle. Disbelief, she imagined. "This is what you're thinking about right now?"

"I'm curious."

"You're in the middle of a mission."

Now Shuri laughed. "Please, Okoye." Taking candy out of children was harder than this—Shuri would know. You worked at a school with Nakia for the past two years, and she dared coming around sometimes. Children could be devious. "I'm serious—who's telling on my every move to you, hm? That's kind of disrespectful."

"No one told me anything, you whiny baby. I've seen the way you act like a doofus whenever she entered the room on the last Day of Bast. Puffing out your chest. Walking slower..."

That proved nothing. Shuri scoffed. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

She pretended that Okoye stayed silent, the same way she pretended to not know.

It was impossible not to know.

Shuri imagined that if her mother was alive, she'd be endlessly mocked by now. Very few people knew this about Ramonda, but the ruthless tongue served for sarcastic remarks and the most terrible (best) jokes possible.

She imagined that she would've heard some words of encouragement, too. A little bit of pushing. Of prodding. Of "the doe eyes are cute, but will do nothing for you in the long run" too.

Right there and then — blasting around seven men up in the air — Shuri decided she would not freeze.

It had been months since she'd last seen you—months since the day of the funeral, the week of the Coronation, times when you spent by her side in a silent shadow, as quiet and as comforting as you.

She saw very little of you back then, but it was enough to give her strength for and maybe hope for better days.

This time, Shuri would... flirt.

She would say something witty, something smart to get your attention, and maybe laughter.

With the vial in hands, Shuri starts searching.

Malo Kingi. The small and incredibly deadly jellyfish—no one sees it coming, and next thing they know—

sting.

It was beautiful.

There were you—gods.

"Hello, Panther."

Shuri's body is eight, maybe ten feet away from you, and you would never in a million years do anything to hurt her, but she might as well have been one of your victims.

Stung by the sight of you in her creation—the jade green and black suit did wonders for you, and Bast, how can she find the words when this what you do to her?

"Shall we?" you ask.

Shuri nods, breaking the spell on her body motions.

She froze. Again.

When you pass by her side, your hands brush on her fingers, and she feels it on the tip of her claws as if something electric touched her.

She might've frozen, but it's okay. When she takes off the mask, so do you.

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Hi! Is it alright to ask to request for a Nakia x widow! reader? Where the reader and her are childhood friends, always telling each other their passions and dreams, and while the Red Room still existed and Dreykov would take little girls to convert them into highly trained assassins, you happen to be one of those victims. And one of the reasons why Nakia became a War Dog was to look for you, to investigate what had happened to you because she knew you weren’t truly dead and T’Challa agreed to help her since he was already Black Panther not to mention he was also close to you. Once they realize you’re under control after you attacked them, they take you to Shuri who manages to get you out of the mind control and take off the tracker in you- but afterwards your stuck with the trauma (much like Bucky) and Nakia never left your side, being there when flashbacks came, being patient with you whenever you’d get frustrated easily or she’d show you Wakanda and reminds you of the parts you’ve gone to whenever you were kids, of the memories you both have created. And for the first time in forever you find yourself having feelings with free will, having feelings for Nakia….you could add on more details if you want. But would you be able to do it? If not, it’s alright🙂 your writing is very good btw

Introspection | Part 1 out of 2

A Red Room Widow Story

Nakia x Female Red Room Widow! Reader

Summary: After hanging out with you as kids, you disappear, and Nakia spends her life trying to find you again. Decades later, she finally finds you, and sees that you're an assasin. A victim of the red room.

Part 2

Angst, Hurt, Mystery,

Word count: 11.1k

Warnings: Depictions of Violence, Mentions Past Abuse, Abuse Trauma, Blood, For Mature Audiences Only

The palace of Wakanda stood mostly still. Only busy in the training rooms and the throne room as the sun began to shower it in light, letting people know that the day was starting.

You stood in front of Nakia, who stood in front of T'Challa; tiptoeing into the throne room that held the king and the other tribe leaders. Nakia breathed nervously as you all stood behind a large pillar that blocked your small figures from view. The breathing was loud, and clearly intentional, as Nakia only let out a laugh when T’Challa poked her to stop.

“Ow!” she whispered, coming closer towards him as a warning to scare the prince. He instinctively backed away, making Nakia smile in contentment.

“Shhh-” you hushed at them, annoyed at the two for doing such a terrible job at being stealth. Movement behind you stopped suddenly and the silence all across the room told you that something was off.

You looked around at the clearing of a throat and a tall figure’s shadow towering over yours. You turned, knowing the figure of the King well enough after so many years visiting the palace.

“K-kumkani T’Chaka. Molo.(K-King T’Chaka. Hello.) “ you crossed your arms in solute and respect while T’Challa did the same, his father scaring him probably more than he did you.

“T’Challa. Y/n.” T’Chaka responded, doing the same.

You raised an eyebrow at only the two names called and looked around only to realise that Nakia wasn’t as quick to comply with the unspoken surrender of your attempted spy work as she was not in her previous spot.

You looked at T’Challa, who was also just as confused as you, and the two of you realised that you had been set up.

“Have you forgotten your manners, Prince. We are busy with important matters that regard the nation. It is no time to be making noise in the throne room, my boy.” He said, placing his seemingly massive hand on his son’s head in a gentler manner than he spoke in.

“Yes Baba. Sorry. It won’t happen again.”

“Oh, it will. With those two by your side, there will always be mischief. Tell Nakia I said hello.”

The king waved you off and let you and T’Challa flee in embarrassment as the Dora Milaje that stood at the door shook their heads, smiling at the two of you.

“That was close, you two.” Nakia came from the wall not even 5 steps from the door, smiling like nothing had happened.

“You are a traitor.” T’Challa said, pointing at her as he walked the two of you to the outside garden.

“Me? What would make you say that, T’Challa? I did nothing.”

You sighed, “Kia, you strayed away from the plan without telling us and let us take the fall. You are definitely a traitor.”

“I was protecting myself. King T’Chaka is scary.”

“Sure, but you couldn’t have warned us when you did it, even though it was your idea to go there?” T’Challa added.

Nakia shrugged, not being able to defend that. The three of you walked around the garden, sitting in silence as you rested from the long week of school. People all around thought that the three of you as a trio were the most chaotic people in the palace, so your quiet moments were a blessing to all. T’Challa was the thoughtful and sensible one, Nakia was the caring but playful one and you were the quiet and patient one that went in between the other two when they bickered, which was often. Nakia liked pushing T’Challa’s buttons and T’Challa had spent so much time dealing with Nakia’s nonsense, he was not as tolerant to it now as before. They bickered like the Jabari Tribe with the rest of the tribes, sometimes.

Nakia picked at the flowers that surrounded you all. You carried them for Nakia when her hands got full and T’Challa just stared out, thinking- as usual.

“What are you thinking about now, Prince of Wakanda?” you asked, less serious now that the earlier adrenaline had faded.

“Do you think father is right? Am I too mischievous?”

“He didn’t say that.”

“I know, but I want to be a fit king one day, not someone who plays all the time. We will be the leaders of the nation at some point.”

Nakia let go of the flowers she held and stepped in front of T’Challa flicking him in the forehead.

“We’re twelve. Trust me, we have plenty of time to dwell on having to lead the nation at some point in our future. We were just having fun.”

“Well…” you said and Nakia groaned knowing you were about to play the devil's advocate as per usual.

“We just interrupted a meeting of national importance. Maybe we shouldn’t do that anymore.”

“Y/n-”

Nakia was about to argue, but an older voice came, softer than the last one that scared you, but still holding much power.

“You definitely shouldn’t do that again.” you all turned and smiled seeing Queen Ramonda, looking as sweet as ever, but still intimidating.

“Ma! Nakia made us do it!” T’Challa said, making Nakia gasp at his sudden betrayal.

“I’m sure she did, son. But I’m not here for that. I was just wondering if you all had plans for today, because we have places to go.”

You stepped up to answer, “Nakia and I are just here for the morning, Queen Mother. We are leaving for my house soon.”

She nodded, happy that she wouldn’t have to ask you to leave. “You should look at the Dora Milaje in training before you go.”

“Why?” you asked.

“The two of you have the potential to be great warriors. It would be an honourable service to the country.”

Nakia nodded hesitantly, biting her tongue as to not disrespectfully reject the idea of being an Adored One in front of the queen.

“Mother, I’m with my friends. I would prefer it if you did your Dora Milaje advertising another time.” T’Challa said, directing his mother to go on with her journey wherever she was headed in the garden.

For a second. You could almost see T’Challa roll his eyes at the woman, and Ramonda clearly saw it too, giving the boy a glare of warning.

“Go get ready, T’Challa.” she said walking off.

The prince turned in the direction of the palace, prompting you and Nakia to do the same.

The three of you separated when T’Challa arrived at his room. He hugged you and Nakia and went in to get ready, while you and Nakia said your goodbyes to the king in the throne room and left towards the river tribe village where you both lived.

“General Nakia of the Dora Milaje.” you tested out, not amusing the other girl.

“I’m not going to be a Dora.”

“I didn’t say you would be. I was just testing the title out. Either way, why are you so annoyed, you act like it's a curse to be a part of the Dora.” you looked into her eyes for an answer, but were met with a blank stare.

“Is it because you know I’m better at fighting than you?” you teased. That peaked her interest, getting her to look at you like you had just told a lie.

“What? I was just stating a fact.”

“You just talk sometimes.” she said, rolling her eyes and walking faster towards your house.

Hours later, you could tell she took it personally.

“Nakia…” you said as you stared at the girl, who shot bullets from her eyes to your body where she stood.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” you asked her, putting your hands into a fist while she approached you slowly.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

The distance that had been between the two of you was taken away when Nakia ran very closely towards you, nearly throwing you off your feet. Her hand came into contact with your arm and her long nails ran down to your hand.

“We said no nails!” you whined while she smirked at you, aiming for your face next.

“We also agreed not to make combat a competition, but somehow you got to do that.”

You rolled your eyes at her petty decision to make a whole thing out of a reckless comment that you made. The girl really took things to heart.

You swiped her hand away when she tried for your face and twisted her wrist, surprising her with a kick to the knees. Seeing her face, your lips parted into a toothy grin as she struggled to get out of your grip.

“See. I was right. I am better at combat.” you repeated your previous comment, feeling proud.

“Y/N!” your mothers voice came from the house, startling you into letting Nakia go, allowing her to regain advantage and pin you down. The impact of the ground left you breathing heavily. Nakia kneeling over you, smiling. You groaned, wanting to curse your mother for sabotaging you.

“That can’t count! She scared me.”

Nakia shook her head, being too prideful to admit that it was an unfair advantage, “There are no rules that state that I can’t use your mother screaming for you to my advantage.”

She laughed as you pushed her off of you, going to see what your mother needed badly enough to ruin your win.

You walked over to the round home that stood only a few metres away from where Nakia laid in victory. You entered the house, looking at the tall woman who looked at you in her typical uneasy way.

“Ma?”

“There’s lunch on the table.Take it, you and Nakia haven’t eaten since dawn.”

Your mother was brief with you, and she looked annoyed. The phone that she kept rang over and over.

Only one person ever called on that phone. Dreykov. A russian, you assumed from hearing him speak it on the phone sometimes.

Your mother starred between you and the phone for the time that it rang, waving her hands for you to stop looking at her and go out with your food. You shrugged, going off to get the food that sat on the table where you usually ate.

Taking yours and Nakia’s plates, you made your way out of the door, seeing that Nakia had moved closer to the door of your house.

As soon as you were out of earshot, your mother answered the incoming call. A pointless wait as her voice projected loudly enough for you to still hear her very clearly at her volume.

“Dreykov!” She pretended to be cheerful. Her conversation proceeded in Russian, which she refused to teach you out of “love and care for your growing brain.”

She always told you that a growing mind didn’t need extra pressure from another language. You had many reasons to differ, considering that she had taught you many other languages. You could tell that she just didn’t want you to know what she said on the phone with the strange Russian man.

“Dreykov!” you mimicked her expression as you handed Nakia her food. She went into a fit of laughter at your scarily accurate impersonation of the woman, taking the plate graciously and beginning to gouge on the meal.

Having less manners with just you around, she spoke with her mouth full. “Who is that anyway?” She asked when you’d sat down next to her and her laughter had subsided. You sat closer to her whispering for precaution, “I’m not sure. Ma argues with him on the phone a lot. Something about me I think. But I don’t know.”

Nakia nodded, pretending to be calm and understanding, but really she found that to be worrying. Shashi, your mother always scared her for some reason. She had a suspicious aura that surrounded her, making Nakia feel like she needed to be cautious around her no matter how nice she seemingly was. It made her feel like she needed to protect you too.

Knowing how sensitive you were about Shashi, she never once brought it up in the years that you had been friends. Instead she was polite and pretended to have the same fondness for your mother as you did.

Shashi was your adoptive mother. She took you in as a baby when your biological mother left you in her home village in the border tribe and fled inland with your father. Although she was from the river tribe, she took you, an orphaned border tribe baby, into her home and had loved you as if you were her own for 12 years, alternating between the river and the border. Nakia felt like this kindness made you sort of blind to the suspicious things about her.

She had a history outside of the country, Nakia knew clearly from the international contacts, but there was a lot missing from her story that nobody in the border lands or the river tribe village would ever tell Nakia about.

Nakia had only seen the woman do good things, so she tried to refrain from saying anything about her feelings towards her to you.

Shashi was always the first to take you and her to places when you wanted, and she cared for you in ways that kept you as her top priority. Nakia cared for you a lot too, and if that meant tolerating a scary woman for the remainder of her life for her best friend, the twelve year old was willing to do it.

You heard your mother speaking, gradually more aggressively in a mix of Russian and English, already imagining that her hands were in fists, but you forced yourself to stop thinking about her and Dreykov, seeing that Nakia stayed silent besides letting out a hum once you had explained.

Nudging yourself onto your friend, your previous playfulness returned. “You know I was about to win, right. My Ma is the only reason you had the chance.”

Nakia’s serious face morphed into a happy but disbelieved one. “The only reason? HA!” she let out a chuckle, more real than the words and you smiled seeing her smile. “Your grip would have loosened soon enough, and I would have done the same thing and won.”

“Your face didn’t seem to think so. You looked quite worried, Kia”

She shook her head in denial, refusing to admit it. “That was my temporary thinking face. I was thinking.”

Seeing your face, she nudged you with her body . Rolling her eyes, “Why do you even care? You want to be a historian out of all things. It won’t matter to you so just let me have the win.”

“Nakia,” you said seriously,”What kind of friend would I be if I let my future Dora Milaje friend think that she won a fight when it was just because of a distraction?” you teased, prompting her to push you harder in annoyance.

“I’m not going to be a Dora!” she groaned.

“I’m just giving you options. You’re amazing at battle and combat, Kia. Use it.”

Her cheeks flushed at that, “I don’t know. I want to help people. People who need it, not just the rich monarchy that are under no threat most of the time.” she said. You let out a fake gasp, and clutched your heart, careful not to make a mess on your clothes.

“Don’t let the elders hear you say that, Nakia.They will say you have insulted great honour and punish the both of us.” you joked.

“I’ll just tell them that I respect the honour but I want no part in it. I just want to do more than that, you know.”

“No, I understand. You’re too good to just guard the palace royals. You have a world to save.”

Nakia smiled, loving how understanding and encouraging you were. She thought you could be much more than a plain old historian, but you seemed to really want to do it, and you supported her outlandish dreams, so she played along. She planned to stick with you if you became anything, really.

“Well yo-”

“-I know I’ve kept her away for twice as long as I said but I don’t think she’s ready! She’s only a child!” your mother’s near yell through the phone rumbled around, probably being heard by most of the village.

Concerned, the two of you stood up and walked into the house with your empty plates.

“Ma?” you questioned as you and Nakia went to wash your hands. You looked at her, wondering what had gotten into her. She never yelled. Ever.

Your mother huffed and hung up the phone only to plaster a smile on her face and go towards the two of you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten the two of you.” she said.

Nakia dried her hands after washing them, looking at you for direction as to what to do. Shashi was having a moment, much like many that she had in Nakia’s eyes, but this one was different.

“Ma… what happened?”

“Nothing,umntwana wam.(my child)”

“Ma?” you tried again.

“Y/n, I said it’s nothing!” Shashi raised her voice.

Nakia watched the showdown of glares that went between you and your mother.

“I-I’m going to go now.”

You looked in Nakia’s way, “ No, don’t. We still have time before sunset.”

Your mother cleared her throat, prompting the both of you to look at her.

“I think Nakia’s right. It’s getting late and she still has to walk home.” your mother said. You looked at her in a confused way. “ She lives less than 5 minutes away, Ma.”

Nakia watched Shashi give you a glare, and decided to start her journey. She got her bag that she came with and greeted your mother.

She hugged you as you stood outside, arms crossed in frustration. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t worry.” you kissed your teeth at that.

Nakia let go, her eyes telling you to fix your attitude. “I’ll meet you at the river in the morning. I promise.” she said.

Holding her hand out, she put her pinky finger out. “Love is beautiful?” she smiled at you waiting for you to respond.

You uncrossed your arms, put out your pinky, smiled, and happily replied, “friendship is better.”

The two of you linked fingers, and gave a half-wakanda salute with your other arms.

Once you let go, Nakia went on her way home.

You turned towards your house when Nakia seemed far enough to be close to her house.

You walked in smiling, ready to apologise to your mother for your sulking earlier on. You were met with her at the door, face tight and sorrowful.

“Get your things. We’re going somewhere, tonight.” she said.

“Where are we going?” you asked, with a bag in your arms, as you walked with your mother. She had rushed you, only letting you get a few of your belongings so that you could leave to go somewhere, but she had failed to tell you where you were going.

“The Border-Lands.”

“Oh.” you said excited. You visited your birth village often, so you were familiar with the Border-Lands. The only difference was that it was never this late when you started travelling there.

“Who are we visiting?”

“Y/n, I don’t have time for questions. We have to get there quickly.”

You wanted to ask why you didn’t just take a quinjet there if it was so urgent, or even an evening train, but you didn’t want to make her more antsy.

You walked with your mother, letting her take your hand as you walked through the different lands towards the border of the country. You took in the darkening night sky, looking at the full moon that followed you as you walked. The wind blew east, pushing you away from your destination.

Halfway there you felt the grip of your mothers hand tighten, and your heart skipped an unexpected beat. You grew more wary of what she was doing, and your gut could feel that something was wrong with your mother.

Memories of Nakia and T’Challa being suspicious of your mother came to mind. They tried to hide their fear for the woman, but it was always obvious. Nakia couldn’t hide her feelings at all. You heard her whisper a thing or two about how scary your mother seemed and how she thought that your mother was strange all of the time, but she never said anything to you directly.

The most you ever heard from her was a few months ago, when you came into the palace just after she and T’Challa had. She spoke in a whisper to him. “I think that Shashi has a secret past. One that not even Y/n knows about. “

“What makes you think that?” T’Challa said

“She just looks dangerous, and I know that she is not the person that she pretends to b-” you walked in at that point and she had stopped talking, going in to hug you like nothing had happened.

You went along with it, understanding why she didn’t think she could tell you about her thoughts. You didn’t believe them and it would be a waste of time trying to convince you of anything.

The only thing that ever made you want to confront her about it was the looks she gave her when she thought you weren’t looking. She looked scared straight.

You didn’t think that your mother was scary but the memory of her looking at her like that made your heart pound at the tightness of her hand around yours.

At the beginning of the Border-Land Village, your heart raced in dread and you had to ask again.

“Ma…where are we going?”

She sighed, finally looking at you for the first time. Tears developed in her eyes as she stopped and held on to your shoulders.

“Y/n, you know that I love you, my child.”

“I…do.” you hesitated.

“Well, I’ve done some bad things in my past. Very bad things. I come from a place nobody should ever be. I grew up there and when I was finally old enough, I was given the option to leave. I left, and I was free, but it came at a cost.” Her grip was inescapable now, and you felt your other hand reaching to try and slip out of the grip.

“Ma?” you asked.

“Y/n, I’ve made some bad decisions.”

The two of you got closer to a large object, one that looked oddly similar to something you had seen on tv.

“Ma! What’s going on?!”

“Please understand that I had to, Y/n. I had to.” with that she took your arm and used it to lift you up. She threw you onto her shoulder and bolted towards what you now saw was a helicopter that held a man in it.

“Let me go! Ma!” you protested, trying to get her to let go but she was strong. A lot stronger than you would have ever assumed. She was a tall woman, sure, but she had always played a very frail role. One where she could never have lifted you up, but she did it so effortlessly now.

You scratched her all over, using your teeth and nails to dig in wherever you could.

The helicopter came into full view, and a pudgy white man smiled obnoxiously as he approached you and Shashi.

You could feel that your energy was lowering, the walk having tired you out already.

"There she is!" He laughed out as she finally let you down but kept you in her grip.

"This is the final thing I will do for you. I'm done after this." Your mother said, looking directly at a large bag that he held.

You exchanged a look with him. The brief second of eye contact sent chills down your spine.

"You made this decision, not me." He threw the bag at her and it landed on the floor.

She stared it down, as if analysing if he was being truthful.

"Open it."

He grew confused, "Do you really think I would trick you, Sashi?"

You looked at Shashi, growing more scared that the content in that bag was only made of wrongdoing.

She spoke in Russian, directing him towards the bag.

He grumbled, but relented and walked to the bag, unzipping it to show dozens of wads of cash stuffed inside.

Seeing this, the grip on you was immediately released and you were practically thrown to the man.

You left no time to spare, and tried to make a run for it. You escaped him easily but she was quick to chase you down to the ground.

"Y/n. Don't fight this!"

"I TRUSTED YOU!"

"I'm sorry." She attempted while she held you down as you kicked and screamed.

"YOU PROMISED YOU'D TAKE CARE OF ME!"

"I DID!"

"YOU JUST SOLD ME!" You hand slashed her face and your nails dug in hard. 4 lines of blood dripped down her face, symbolising every nail besides your thumb, which left a bruise.

A hand touched her face, and when she saw the red, she lost it.

Grabbing you straight by the arms, she threw you off the ground, and into the man's arms. He shot your restless body with something. A sedative, you realised.

A single tear fell as you looked at her, "I'll never forget!"

She mouthed something, but you were in the vehicle before you could see, going for your necklace, you realised that it was gone. You'd lost the matching necklace that you had gotten with Nakia.

The tears started to flow, your need for saving, setting in.

'Nakia was right.' You thought.

Slowly fading out of consciousness, the man turned to you as you sat in the helicopter and you flew off.

"My name is Dreykov."

The Next Day…

Nakia woke up with dread. Her heart pounded through her chest and her breathing was fast and constrained. Her body felt uneasy and her head was cloudy. She couldn't help but feel like there was something off.

Staring into the sun through the window, her skin absorbed the little energy that it gave her. Then it clicked. THE SUN. Why was it out? What time was it? Looking at the clock on her beads, she was indeed late.

She threw her sheets off of herself and rummaged around getting ready to go to the river. It was headed to midday already, and you had agreed to meet before the sun even rose. She knew you would be upset, if you were still even there.

“Mother, why didn’t you wake me up? You knew I was going to the river today” she complained to her mother when she finally left her room- ready to leave. She went to the kitchen to pack food. She took only the things she knew that you loved, knowing that she would need to butter you up if she were to arrive so late.

“This child,” her mother said to herself. “I woke you up and you shrugged me off and told me to go.”

Nakia took no time to argue with her own mother, needing to go to you before you forced her to admit that the previous day had been a faulty win just for you to forgive her.

“Bye, Mother.” she said, rolling her eyes at the woman’s smirk.

Nakia tied the large bag that she carried to her side and ran to the river, needing to save time. The trip wasn’t long on foot for a growing teenager, but it still left her winded by the time that she had arrived at the East edge where you would usually meet.

To her disappointment, you were not there when she arrived. She looked around to see if you had possibly hidden to scare her at the split second like you did sometimes. You weren’t behind any trees, nor had you travelled north of the river to fish while waiting. You hadn’t even gone for a swim in the river, the shore having no trace of recent steps besides Nakia’s.

“Y/n!” Nakia attempted to get your attention. Maybe if she declared her apologies publicly you’d stop messing with her.

“I know I’m late. You can come out now. It won’t happen again.”

“She’s not here, Nakia!”

Nakia turned to see Sumbeh, a village elder fishing on a boat nearby. Nakia grew saddened that you had decided to leave but she understood. She would meet you at your house.

“Did she go back home or towards the palace?!” she yelled out towards him.

“She never came,Nakia! I’ve been here since before dawn and I didn’t see her here not even once!”

Nakia’s eyebrows creased together and she audibly huffed out. “Thank you, Uncle!” she said, not trying to show her concern to him. He was a busy man who was on the brink of retirement. She didn’t want to put unnecessary stress on an old man’s heart.

Taking her bag, she walked from where she came from, but hesitated when she needed to turn to go to your house. Her head told her to run when she approached. A foul stench came from the inside of your home through your window. Alcohol.

She went up and knocked on the door, waiting for whoever was even still alive in a place that smelled like a dead person. Shashi was quick to open the door in an antsy manner, only to breathe out seeing that it was only Nakia.

“Oh um- Molo Ma’Shashi. Is Y/n home? I missed her at the river and Sumbeh said that she never arrived in the first place.”

“She’s not here.” the older woman croaked, voice hoarse and wobbly. Only then did Nakia look up properly to see the state of the woman. 4 large swollen scratches on her face.“Ma’Shashi, are you okay? Do you need me to come in?”

The woman shook her head. “I’m fine, child. Now, go. Y/n isn’t here.”

“Do you know when she will be back? I bought good food and I can’t eat it by myself.”

That struck a nerve with the drunk, “Go eat that with T’Challa. Y/n will be gone for a while. Go! GO!” she screamed, scaring Nakia off.

“This woman.” Nakia said, rolling her eyes while walking away. “I was just asking a question. So rude.”

Nakia felt something was off, and she wouldn’t let it go that easily, but if going to the palace would take her away from Shashi, she would take the day off and ask you what was wrong with her when you came back.

On Monday the next day, you weren’t at school in the morning, and Nakia was forced to sit with the kids that didn’t even like her. She sat in her first class, Writing, and started her essay on her favourite new piece of technology for kids.

‘My favourite new piece of technology for kids is… Y/n is so inconsiderate sometimes. I went to her house and had to face Shashi by myself and she didn’t even try to find me yesterday.

I love it because… I love the girl, but she needs to warn me when that woman drinks.

I would make it at… Let me stop complaining, she’s not the person I’m mad at really. I’m angry at T’Challa. He clearly cheated while we were sparring yesterday. General Zola scared me with her training voice and I got distracted. Maybe that is how Y/n felt. I’ll have to apologise to her. Whenever she shows up of course.’

Her writing was cut short when the teacher cleared her throat and called for the class's attention.

“Everyone. Your parents are coming to pick you up early today, as we are cancelling the rest of this week’s lessons due to some unfortunate news that they will explain to you at home,” she started, “Everyone will wait here until their parents come and then those of you who...”

Nakia had turned to face up to listen but her mind zoned out halfway through. Class had never been cancelled before.

As the teacher spoke, she specifically looked at Nakia, giving her eyes full of sorrow. Nakia looked down feeling that the stare was becoming unsettling.

While the others celebrated, she sat, plotting the speech that she was going to give you when you were back. She wanted to reprimand you about abandoning her so suddenly, but she knew that she couldn’t stay mad. Her mind occasionally swayed in the direction that thought that something must have been wrong, but her head told her not to worry.

Time came and went and her mother hadn’t come to pick her up. The clock had nearly reached noon by the time that Nakia was left alone with only the teacher there, everyone having gone with a guardian or with someone they knew.

“Nakia…” Ms. Lenowa called, waving her over to her desk. Nakia groaned and dragged her feet to the teachers desk. The day was getting hot and she just wanted to be home playing.

“Your mother is about to arrive now. We are going to take you somewhere and talk.”

“Why? Did I do something?”

“No, but what we need to discuss is very important and will be big news for a young child like you. We want you to be with people that you trust when you find out.”

Nakia sighed, “Okay.”

In no more than another hour, Yaa had arrived and she and Ms. Lenowa were taking Nakia into the river tribe village.

They travelled to the edge of a river, to a section that was unoccupied. Yaa laid down a blanket and let Ms.Lenowa sit, as well as Nakia, before also sitting down facing Nakia.

“Mother, what is going on?”

“Nakia…my child.” her mother took a shaky breath, ”Do you know why we never moved out of the village to go to the city despite me working there?” Yaa paused, but not long enough for her to respond.

“It was because I saw how much you loved being close to the river with Y/n.”

“It reminded me of the childhood that I had with Owa.” she looked at Ms. Lenowa, or Owa, the best friend that she had grown up with.

“We used to play on this side of the river, where nobody could disturb our play. We would laugh together, just like you and Y/n. Watching the two of you grow up I loved watching the two of you build that bond.”

“Mama, what’s wrong?” Nakia wiped a tear that fell down Yaa’s face as she thought back to her earlier days.

“Nakia…” Owa took over, seeing as her friend wasn’t ready to say the words. “Shashi called today. She told us some bad news.”

“What?”

“Y/n… Y/n’s no longer with us. She has gone to be with the ancestors.”

Silence filled their surroundings, and the moment was still. Yaa let out a sob at the words, seeing her daughter’s mind searching for any appropriate answers. She immediately went to hug her daughter.

“No,” Nakia breathed out, her tone in complete disbelief.

“If she’s with the ancestors then she’s dead. She can’t be dead Ma. I just saw her a few days ago. She was fine. How can she be dead?”

“She’s dead, my love. I’m sorry, but it’s true.”

Nakia threw herself off of her mother, standing up off of pure adrenaline. Tears fell and her throat grew tight. Her skin began to crawl and her body came to a defence.

“No, Ma! Don’t say that! She can’t be dead! She can’t just be alive one day and gone the next. That’s not how it’s supposed to work!”

“Nakia, please!”

“No Aunty, Owa! She’s not dead! I’ll ask her mother myself. She’s got to be wrong.”

“Don’t Nakia. The woman is grieving.”

‘She can’t be grieving, because if she’s grieving then I’m grieving but I’m not grieving because she’s not dead.’ Nakia thought as the tears intensified.

“Nakia? Are we understood?”

“Yes, mother.”

The two women let Nakia stand in her world, staring into the river. Nakia stood, watching as the river grew colourless, as well as the grass, the trees. In just a few minutes her world lost its colour. Everything real seemed fake and everything that should have been fake was somehow real.

There was no way that you were dead. You had a better chance at being Black Panther than dead. And although Nakia didn’t know if this was just denial speaking, she knew that she wasn’t dumb. Things weren’t adding up.

Days later, Nakia stood in King T’Chaka’s arms. While a few steps away T’Challa stood in Ramonda’s arms as they all looked out into the garden. They then sat on the ground, looking at the view, as tears fell down all of their faces, even the King.

News had travelled quickly, and everybody around seemed to know about your untimely death. Shashi was on the national news ready to spread the lies that she had found you dead at her home on Sunday morning. The whole of Wakanda felt pity for the single adoptive mother that was also a friend of the royal family.

Nakia was quiet as she watched the news initially in her mothers arms at home, but as soon as she was taken to the palace and was able to escape, she was very clear about her speculation.

She had cried out to the royal family, telling them that something was severely wrong; that Shashi was up to something. Ramonda had stopped her rambling, hugging her and allowing her to breathe and calm down.

T’Challa had been with T’Chaka when the 4 got together, and he had clearly also been crying. Nakia tried once again to explain what she thought was going on, but her words clearly got to T’Challa and he lashed out at her.

Ramonda took T’Challa while T’Chaka took her and they sat on opposite ends, doing nothing.

Nakia cried. First because she had upset T’Challa, then because nobody believed her, and finally because she was starting to think that she was the crazy one.

“I’m sorry for upsetting him. I just wanted him to know that I think something is wrong.”

“What do you think is wrong Nakia?”

“Shashi, my king… I don’t have proof but I have this bad feeling about her, and I had a terrible dream that Y/n screamed for her a few nights before she died.” Nakia choked at the words ‘died’, not having said that in reference to you yet.

“Is she really dead, T’Chaka?” she asked him, trusting him more than anyone at that point, “Or am I just crazy?”

T’Chaka sighed, not knowing what to say to the twelve year old that seemed to have the worst case of denial in the eyes of her mother. He wanted to say that she was right, but that would only stir things as a king, and he didn’t need that.

“I think that we have to accept some of what has been proven to us in this life Nakia. We cannot reverse death.” she deflated at his words but then he leaned in and whispered, “but I also think that you should never ignore signs and gut feelings because in them lay warnings and hidden truths.

I can’t tell you that Y/n is alive because that would be lying, but if you have a feeling that there are some pieces missing from this, then I say go look for them.”

Nakia nodded, taking that as a hidden message for her to keep looking into Shashi and her hidden past.

“Thank you. I think I’m going to go home. Just to help my mother with the funeral plans.”

The king nodded and let go of her, looking down at her with eyes of compassion but also of warning. Knowing Nakia, T’Chaka knew that she would go searching where danger lay.

“We’ll see you there.”

Nakia nodded again and turned, walking out of the garden passing by T’Challa who still looked quite distraught.

“I’m sorry.” she mouthed to him, before greeting Ramonda and going home.

It was agreed that your funeral would be held in the Border-Lands, where you were born. Too many people were there in Nakia’s eyes. People who were never there for you in your real life.

Nakia had anger in her more than sadness as your coffin was brought out by random people that were supposed to be family but clearly were just Shashi’s old friends.

Nakia observed how 4 of these people held up your supposed body in the coffin, while there really only needed to be 2 doing it- telling from the distributed weight that was being carried by all 2. You were nearing your teenage years, your body would never be that light when included with the weight of the actual coffin. Nobody else seemed to notice that.

The coffin was clearly too small to have ever fit your body if it had ever been put in there too, and nobody seemed to point out how if you were to be put in that coffin, your feet and a large chunk of your leg would have been left with no space to fit.

Nakia knew that it wasn’t paranoia with the coffin. You were too tall to fit in it, and for Shashi to not even try to lie well was just a different level of disrespect from her.

Nakia hadn’t spoken to her since the Sunday when she found her drunk. Yet another thing that didn’t add up. If you had died that Sunday morning, why hadn’t she mentioned anything to her. Or better yet, why had she lied and said you were just gone when you were really dead.

The woman’s story never seemed to add up, yet she sobbed her eyes out as the funeral went on, and she cried when you were lifted into a quinjet.

Nakia watched as the woman looked like her world had shattered, yet still she couldn’t seem to feel sympathy for her.

On the other hand, T’Challa kept to himself as he cried next to his mother and father, choosing to still not talk to Nakia after the palace events.

Yaa wrapped her arm around Nakia for most of the ceremony, but left once help was needed to set up the celebration portion of your funeral, where your life would be talked about all around and your life would be commemorated. While more people went inland, Nakia stood still where she was.

Footsteps approached and Nakia looked to her left, only to see the woman she despised most.

“Shashi.” she said, not bothering to show any form of respect.

“Nakia, your mother tells me that you have some things that you want to say to me that I should be prepared for.”

Nakia looked up at the woman with the still fresh scars covered by makeup. She wanted to ask what happened but she knew that the woman would lie.

“Not really.” but then a thought crept up in her head, one that she couldn’t let go of.

“Actually… I have one question. Who is Dreykov?” the older woman immediately tensed, eyeing the girl like she’d sworn.

“Nobody that you want to know, little girl.”

Nakia grew more confident that he was involved. “She’s not dead, is she?”

“She is gone, Nakia!”

“Say the words and I’ll believe you. Say Y/n is dead and I’ll leave it.'' Nakia looked for any sense of honesty in the woman's eyes. For anything that could help her find you or at least find out what happened to you.

“She is gone.” Shashi said, and then proceeded to walk to where the others were.

Nakia turned and walked the other way, not wanting to be near people who wouldn’t help her. Her evidence was piling up and soon she’d have you with her.

With her head held down, she thought back to the happy last day that the two of you had. And all of the ones before that. The laughs that her mother said resembled her childhood days.

Tears formed for the first time through the whole day. What if she didn’t find you? She needed you to be back with her, because you were the one who was with her for her favourite memories. Memories that she didn’t have enough of. She cried thinking of how she wouldn’t be able to make more memories with you. She needed more time with you.

‘Love is beautiful.’ she thought to herself. Your voice rang in her ear. “Friendship is better.” you said in her head. Just as she heard your imaginary voice, a glimmer came from the ground, and Nakia finally became aware of what she saw.

It was a necklace. Your necklace. And it was covered in blood, much like the ground that surrounded it.

Someone had clearly tried to hurt you. But it had to be someone you trusted, because there was only blood at that specific point.

She picked up your necklace, and placed it in a pocket, before going back to her mother, making sure to mark where she found it so she could come back.

5 YEARS LATER

“SHASHI, OPEN THE DOOR NOW!” Nakia screamed as she pounded on your childhood home’s door, demanding to see your mother. She’s been waiting for over an hour, screaming for the constantly drunk woman to open her door so that they could have their monthly, scream off where Nakia pried for more information on your disappearance.

Shashi hadn’t ever really agreed to these conversations, but it had become a new normal for the two. Every month, Nakia would come banging on the door with new questions that she would ask the older woman, who always refused to answer them. Every now and then, she would slip up and give Nakia a piece of information that was either extremely useful or completely useless. It just depended on what time of the day it was, and how drunk Shashi was.

Nakia had tracked the two constants and figured out that she got the best information in the morning before the sun had struck 12 o’clock, but only on days where the woman was extremely drunk.

The door swung open and the drunkest drunk of Wakanda came out of the door, hobbling around.

“WHAT?” she yelled, leaning towards Nakia and nearly tripping over her own feet as she moved. Nakia barged into the house, her mind set on finding physical evidence without the woman being able to fight.

Just as she predicted, the woman barely noticed how Nakia moved from the door to the inside of the house,as she still stood looking out with anger like someone stood in front of her.

Nakia put down her bag and began the rummage. She went through your room years ago, so there was no point in trying that again, but now she targeted the older woman's things.

She had only 2 minutes at most before Shashi sobered up from the bright sun and found her out.

She looked for documents, phones, or any form of evidence that would help her find the people that she needed to find. She knew that you were taken out of the country. A discovery that was made only weeks after your funeral. She knew that you fought, and she knew that you weren’t told about it, because all of your stuff remained neatly in your room.

If Shashi wasn’t so troubling to deal with, Nakia would have just reported her to the authorities, but with little physical evidence, people would just think that she was having another denial breakdown like she had a few years before. She needed to find something that could either help find you or at least get Shashi prosecuted.

Something like the phone that she used to use when she talked to Dreykov. Nakia searched the room specifically for that, but it was nowhere to be found, something Shashi had probably discarded after committing her crimes.

The sound of a groan told Nakia that her time was up, the drunk was going to kick her out and continue drinking. The drinks never finished and the house smelled like somewhere where humans weren’t supposed to live.

“NAKIA! If you want to be a spy so badly, why don’t you become a war dog! Do the nation some good, instead of disturbing my peace.!” the woman wobbled into her room, with a fresh glass of whatever she mixed together to make sure she was knocked out before sundown.

“There is no peace here, Shashi. Only alcohol, that you never seem to run out of.” Nakia joked, receiving a glare from its intended target.

“Okay, sorry. Low blow, I just wonder how you afford all the alcohol when you haven’t worked since her death.”

“Ahh-ssah-sin muu- neee.” Shashi stuttered.

“What?”

“ASSASSIN MONEY, now get out of my house, before I tell your mother that you are harassing me again.”

Nakia rolled her eyes at the threat. The great angry Yaa was Shashi’s only escape. If her mother finding out that her investigation was still going on didn’t scare her so much, Nakia would have ignored the woman and continued pressing the issue, but it wasn’t important. She had gotten something. Assassin money. That had to be about Dreykov. So it was good enough.

“Fine, I’ll go. And maybe I will be a war dog. It would surely help stop people like you from selling children!” She covered her mouth at the realisation of her words mixed with the nod of shame that Shashi took.

“No-you sold her?!” Nakia looked at the woman, “YOU SOLD HER!”

“Nakia. GO!”

The teenager walked out, tears of both dread and fulfilment developing. She had finally started to figure it out, so she could find you. But you were sold, and who knew if you were still alive.

She immediately ran towards the palace, needing the best technology that she could get. Nobody minded her as she passed them by, running like she had places to be. That had just been the way Nakia acted most of the time since your funeral. She travelled like she always had to be somewhere. Like she was trying her best to escape the world that she lived in.

As she arrived, T’Challa stood in a room full of all the evidence Nakia seemed to have collected over 5 years. She had called along the way to tell him to review the old evidence. He had finally gotten onto talking to Nakia, after 2 years of not talking, and although he had doubts about Nakia’s half-decade-long obsession, he was always willing to help.

Nakia greeted him and then swiftly moved on to write down “assassin money,” on one of the holographic documents she had open.

“Assassin money?” the prince asked.

“That’s what I got from Shashi today. It has to be about Dreykov. I just know it.”

“Nakia, you talked to a regularly drunk woman at the height of her drunkenness. Are you really willing to believe that anything she says at this point would be valuable?”

“Yes.” Nakia said, moving herself around to another section of the room.

T’Challa sighed, seeing that he would have to have the conversation he didn’t want to have.

“Nakia…don’t you think that maybe you could be overthinking it?”

“How so?”

“Nakia, are you sure that you didn’t just get the measurements wrong on that day. You were young and it was your first big loss, what if you were just seeing things wrong and all of this is just you pushing the false evidence.”

“Do you not want her to be alive?”

“I do! I do…but there is a major difference between wanting and believing. I can want her to be alive without believing that she is.”

“ Well she is.” Nakia walked away from him, her mood suddenly more ruined now than when she spoke to the drunk.

“Nakia, i didn’t mean it like that.” the prince said, feeling like he did at 12, “She was my friend too. And if you think that she is alive, then I do too. I’ll help. Whatever you need, except helping you terrorise her mother.

I can’t do that, I have training.” he said the last part with a smirk.

Nakia shoved him and he laughed, allowing her to join. T’Challa loved poking fun of Nakia’s monthly meetings with her top suspect.

With the new evidence however, Nakia could feel herself making a decision on her life.

“I think I’m going to become a War dog.”

18 years later…

2 decades had passed since your disappearance, and many people had forgotten. That’s how it felt to you. An assassin whose only job was to kill who Dreykov told you to kill and leave no traces when you left.

Over twenty years of control, abuse and misery that was buried deep within yourself. Your mind constantly forgetting the bad memories while you worked. There was no place for guilt or regret of fear in an assassin’s life. You had to get the job done and pretend that nothing happened.

But when you got to go back to your house, the one that Dreykov gave you when you graduated out of the red room as the top assassin of your group, all that you did was try to think of those memories again. You wanted so badly to retrieve them from your head and remember what life was like before this, before your mother sold you. But you became less good at remembering and a lot better at forgetting. And with the new trackers and controllers that Dreykov had improved to keep the Widows in line, you never had much time to do so.

At the house, you were given time to eat, sleep and train. Right before he would send you out to kill. It was better treatment than most widows, as you didn’t have to go back to the red room to train, or to do anything. It was a part of a deal. One that you made more than a decade ago, when you had taken your place as the best assassin in widow history. After killing the president of a country that you no longer remembered, Dreykov granted you one gift, and that was to never have to see the room, or anyone from it ever again. You would work alone. No partners and no distractions. It was a deal you felt proud of, none having gotten one like that before.

You travelled the world and shot the most sinister, important people in many countries. Some who were evil, and some who Dreykov was paid to kill for fun.

You never asked questions, nor did you really care at that point. You thought you were happy, or at least less stressed than you used to be.

Over 20 years and it was yet another day where you were to kill someone for the fun of one of Dreykov’s clients soon.

It was farther, in a different country, so you’d have to wait to fly over before you could hatch out an appropriate plan of action. So you decided to take a break. The only break you knew. Ballet. You went to the studio in your house and put on your ballet slippers. They were worn out, unusable really, but you used them to train yourself to stand stronger than the average ballerina. You were taught to be the best performer, even if that meant that you were to dance on worn out shoes that hurt you.

You started your music, and began to dance. The routine was tight, and lacked error. Your technique, even in the presence of nobody, was like that of a dancer performing in front of a stage of thousands of people.

The only problem was that you weren’t alone. You could feel it. Someone’s eyes were on you. You approached the studio window and closed it, leaving the room to close every other window and curtain in the house so that you could inspect what was going on from the camera’s outside.

It looked like an assassination was coming early.

Nakia looked through the window and then immediately closed it when she saw the face. Your face stood across the street of the fairly abandoned neighbourhood in Italy. Your face just as beautiful as she remembered it to be, only less happy.

“T’Challa. She’s there. I just saw her. We found her.” she whispered to the black panther through her ear piece.

“Are you sure?” he asked, in the next room looking for the same thing that Nakia was. You.

“Of course, I’m sure. I’ve been looking for 23 years. I think I'd know if my life’s mystery had finally been solved.” Nakia said, annoyed at the question but also so relieved to see your face. It was only for a split second, and it had only been a glimpse but it was more than she had gotten since she was a child so she would take it.

She was so preoccupied with her thoughts, she didn’t realise that T’Challa had come back into the room she was in, and he was worried.

“Nakia, somebody just left that building, and they do not look like they were ready to give us any hugs of rejoice.”

Before anything could register, an explosion hit the building and Nakia and T’Challa went running out. T’Challa switched into his suit and grabbed Nakia, jumping down to the ground floor and then putting them down so that they could make a run for it. Smoke filled the premises and shots fired all around.

Nakia screamed as a bullet nearly hit her, only for it to only graze her arm.

T’Challa turned to you and saw that it was definitely you. Or at least somebody that looked exactly how you looked as a child just in adult form.

He took the bullets and used the kinetic energy absorption in his suit to send his own explosion towards you, knocking you off of your feet.

“Y/n!” He said as he looked at you, shocked that you were attacking them.

“Y/N!” Nakia ran to you on the ground, still in shock from the impact that the black panther suit had. You had never been knocked off your feet before, and you weren’t used to it.

“Y/n, what’s going on?” came dreykov’s voice in your ear, his tracking and controlling system catching that you were in hot waters and letting him know to check what you were doing as your next assassination was only scheduled for a few days from then.

“Nothing master. "You said in Russian, Nakia recognised it since she had learnt it as a war dog. She looked at T’Challa as she sat down next to you, and they both knew that you were not alone to your own thoughts.

You lifted your hand to your forehead and felt blood, your blood, on your hands. That was another first. Ready to grab Nakia by the neck and make her pay for ruining your perfect performance and then injuring you, you brought your hand to it, but you jolted at the intense shock that went through your body,

“What did you do?!” T’Challa yelled at Nakia, while coming to the two of you.

“I shocked her with my beads.” she said plainly, allowing her and T’Challa to lift you up and take you onto the hidden quinjet on the roof that had been in the sky for hours, waiting for you to be identified.

“Are you sure that this is a good idea? To take her back to Wakanda now. Did you see the way she spoke? She was talking to someone,Nakia. They could be controlling her. We can’t risk taking her back for them to follow.”

“So what do you suggest we do then, Prince.” Nakia rolled her eyes at the man trying to delay your homecoming. T’Challa sighed and got up to make a call, while she stared at you, holding your hand as you stayed unconscious.

“I’ve found you.” she whispered, letting the tears fall freely now.

“After all of these years, I've finally found you, Y/n. I wasn’t crazy.”

“You weren’t.” T’Challa said as he got back, coming towards the two of you as he went to hug his emotional friend. Over the years that he had been involved in helping find you, even he thought that what they were doing was crazy. But Nakia never did, and he could tell that Nakia really loved you during that time. She still told stories of your childhood together being the mischievous trio that interrupted the morning meetings.

Now all three of you were grown up, and there you were. Laying in front of him when he was sceptical for so long. He also breathed a sigh of relief knowing that his friend was back.

You all sat there for a few hours, while Nakia had to shock you a few more times, as they waited, but soon enough, another quinjet landed on the roof in secret, and the young yet brilliant Shuri came into the building holding a case.

“Shuri!” Nakia called as the girl got to them, and knelt, looking at the woman that she had heard so much about but had never met. She was in just as much shock as T’Challa had been, as most people truly believed that you were dead.

Shuri got to work, opening her case and spraying you with a red dissolving powered spray that made your face twitch, and your body become at ease.

The two non-science people looked at Shuri with questions in their eyes.

“It deactivates mind control.” she said. She got to work patching up your head wound.

5 minutes passed before you started to become conscious again, and when you opened your eyes to the three people that stood in front of you, and when you didn’t hear the voice that corrupted your brain, tears formed instantly.

“Kia…” you choked out at your best friend, now a woman looking at you with tears in her eyes.

You then looked to your left and saw your royal friend, “T’Challa…you’re the Black Panther, now.” He nodded and shed a tear himself, seeing your face express itself just like it used to.

You then looked at Shuri, feeling bad that you couldn’t name who she was.

“I’m Shuri, the one who decontrolled you. I’m T’challa’s sister.”

Your mind was overwhelmed, not only by the fact that T’Challa now had a sister, but by the fact that she had taken you out of Dreykov’s control.

Instinctively, you looked for a sharp object and stabbed your leg.

“What are you doing?!” Nakia screamed, wanting you to stop.

Removing the tracker chip that was inserted into your leg when you got to the room, you showed it to them before destroying it. Shuri was quick to help you wrap your leg while you just looked at everyone that was around you.

Your smile was slowly fading, and by the time that you were taken onto a quinjet with Nakia and T’Challa and his sister took the other one, your face had completely fallen and your breathing had turned uneasy.

“Y/n, are you okay?” she said. Seeing you fidget. You nodded, having no words for her, yet so many questions.

Hours later, the quinjets had landed, and you were back where you were born. Where you grew up. Where you were sold.

“I can’t be here.” you said stuck in your position sitting in while Nakia tried to take you out into the palace.

“Will he come for me?”

“No he won’t, y/n. He can’t do that anymore.” Nakia said, approaching you.

Not convinced, you stood to start the quinjet again. Ready to fly to the red room yourself before he could come and take you himself.

Nakia saw the panic attack coming, and came to you immediately.

“Hey, breathe with me…” she let you follow her breathing for a while before continuing, “ He will not come for you again, Y/n. Nobody will. I promise.”

Those words brought back pictures. Ugly ones. Of you in the red room. A gun in your hands, imagining the people who hurt you as you shot. The sudden image scared you, and you broke down crying. You let Nakia hug you, and soon you refused to let go of her. She held you, and rubbed your back as tears fell down both your faces.

“I’m home.” you cried.

“You’re home now, Y/n. And I’m here for you.”

The night sky glistening in Wakanda, as you slept in Nakia’s arms refusing to let her go, after Shuri had done some tests on you to see that you were in good condition,

T’Challa’s footsteps felt loud as he approached the house where it all started, his first trip there since months before you disappeared.

He knocked on the door firmly.

“Shashi! It’s T’Challa. Open the door!”

The house smelled better than Nakia used to describe it, no alcohol was being consumed now seemingly.

The door opened and Shashi’s frame came into view. She had grey hairs now, but she looked better than she had in the years that followed the ‘death’..

“My prince. What brings you here?”

“We found her, Shashi.” Shashi’s face fell immediately, knowing exactly what he was talking about.

“She was never dead, and you knew that! When people hear this, things will not be good for you.” T’Challa turned and left, knowing that the Border Tribe elders were alert and prepared for her to flee so if she tried, it would be pointless.

He left the woman who had gotten too comfortable ignoring her past, suddenly scared for what was to come to light.

Author's Note: My Nakia Debut everyone. Part 2 will be out as soon as I get to writing it, but I am busy with school so don't be surprised if it's not this weekend or early next week

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When It Was Me // Shuri

Summary: You and Shuri agreed to call it quits when you both wanted to go your separate ways. Her becoming Queen of Wakanda and you becoming one of the most well known celebrity photographers. You had left everything behind in Wakanda. But will a single invitation open the floodgates to everything you fought so hard to bury?

Pairing: Shuri x Fem!Reader

Warning: Angst // Mentioned Depression // Mentioned Character Death // Soft Break Up

Author’s Note: This is just something I thought of and decided to write it out lol.

Word Count: 1.5k

The invitation in your hand shook as you trembled slightly while reading the words. An invitation directly from Shuri. Who is now Queen of Wakanda. The most powerful nation in the world. You honestly had expected her to reach out to you regarding the event. The two of you had broken up years prior to this. You were a simple village girl who managed to snag a job in her lab. Needless to say you caught her eye with your brilliant brain that sometimes outdid hers. She had never met someone who could keep up with her. You sometimes left her speechless. Soon after your friendship had molded into a romantic relationship. Okoye would always say you were like two peas in a pod. Ayo would call you soulmates. The queen loved you like her own and T'Challa adored the way you treated his sister. It feels like it was just yesterday when she came to you with a sequence she couldn’t figure out. The memories flooded your mind like a monsoon.

“You finished the sequence? Already? Bast you are really gifted, Y/N.”

“All in a days work.” You grinned as she grabbed your waist. She planted a short kiss on your temple as you leaned into her warmth.

“Come. I should treat you for helping me. Lunch is on me.” She smiled and you intertwined your fingers before kissing her softly on her lips.

You had left Wakanda to go to school for photography. It was your passion. Your dream. Even though she didn’t like the fact you weren’t in Wakanda 24/7, she stood behind every step of the way. She did what she could to visit you but at some point she couldn’t. Not with her life spiraling around her the way it was. When you heard of the passing of King T'Challa, Queen Ramonda had begged you to be by her daughter’s side. She didn’t have to beg as the Dora Milaje had come to escort you back to the palace. You couldn’t say no. You wouldn’t say no. You ran off the jet when it landed and went straight to the lab.

Shuri kept herself busy by swiping away at the tablet in her hands with a frown on her features. Her foot tapped at the floor, something she did when she was worried. You couldn’t help but grin at her as she ran around the lab.

“You shouldn’t frown so much. You’re too pretty for that.” As soon as the words left your mouth she turned to you with wide eyes. It didn’t take her long to drop the tablet and run into your awaiting arms. In the safety of your presence she broke down. You let her cry into your shoulder as you rubbed her back. “It’s okay. I’m here princess.”

You were there when she fell into the dark pit of depression. When she felt like she wasn’t good enough. Or didn’t do enough. You shot down those accusations and reminded her everyday how wonderful she was. That she was enough. And how T'Challa would be proud of her at every moment. How you were proud of her. You thought the two of you would have a break, but then Namor attacked. Flooding part of Wakanda. Murdering Queen Ramonda. Losing her brother and her mother within the course of two years did something to her. Something snapped in Shuri and you didn’t know how to help aside from being there for her. You were there when she successfully recreated the heart shaped herb. When she became the black panther.

You stood by her side as Nakia called out to Queen Ramonda. You watched as her veins began to glow purple as she visited the ancestral plane. You held onto the table she laid on and waited for her to come back. Kimoyo beads in your grip praying she doesn’t leave you. Nakia put an arm around you and you let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“She will be okay. We’re all going to be okay.” You nodded just as Shuri quickly sat up trying to catch her breath. You knew something was up when she kept saying she didn’t see anyone. How they abandoned her.

“Why would they abandon me? Don’t touch me!” Nakia tried to calm down the spiraling princess until she punched a mannequin, sending it flying across the room.

“I think you’re going to need a suit.” Nakia said to her before she brought you to the room that held her brother’s mantle. You squeezed her hand as she looked at the helmets. Moving to where Killmongers rested. Another right next to it.

“My love. Be honest with me. Who did you see in the ancestral plane?” You muttered as you held her hands tight and she looked you in the eyes.

“Killmonger."

"What did he tell you?"

"To get it back. In blood.” She mumbled and you caressed her cheek.

“Is that your plan? Is that what you’re going to do?” You questioned and her lip trembled.

“I want Namor’s head Y/N. For what he did to my mother.” You saw vengeance cloud her eyes and you nodded. She had good reason to feel the way that she did and you weren’t going to try and stop her. Queen Ramonda was like a second mother to you. So you understood how the princess felt.

You were the only person she told. You were the only one who knew the truth about Killmonger being the one she saw. You promised her that the secret was safe with you. She urged you to stay in the palace while she went after Namor. She couldn’t risk you getting hurt. When she returned she let you know that an alliance had been formed. She fought the darkness in her heart and spared the enemy. You were happy she was back. And alive. When everything died down, Wakanda was starting to thrive again. You sat on top of the palace roof watching the sunset and Shuri joined you after not finding you in the lab.

“It’s over for now huh?” You asked and she nodded.

“It’s going to take some time for me to get used to everything now. My mother is gone. Wakanda is in need of a new ruler. This change, it might take a toll on us. I don’t want you to feel left out as I probably won’t be around as often.” She said and you let a tear roll down your cheek. She was right. This changes everything. You knew it would come to this. You may not get to see her as often as you did. You might not be able to have your late night talks anymore. Your late nights in the lab won’t be filled with laughter and jokes. She has bigger responsibilities now.

“I know. I thought about moving back to the states. Try for a photography job. Wakanda will always be my home. But you do have a huge responsibility now. One that I wouldn’t want you to be distracted from.” You grabbed her hand and she rubbed the back of your hand with her thumb.

“It’s your dream for photography, yeah? I want you to go for it. We’ll both have at least one distraction. My lab is my new bedroom.” She smiled and you couldn’t stop the laugh that left you.

“Y/N if you need anything. Anything at all. Don’t hesitate to reach out to me. You’ve been there for me through thick and thin. Even though we’ll be apart, you’ll always be my dearest Y/N.” She reached out to take you in her arms and you melted into her. The two of you stayed in each other’s arms as the sun went down.

That was all behind you now. You become the photographer you always wanted to be after moving to the states. She became queen of Wakanda with her new girl by her side. She told you she was trying to date again when you two kept contact. You were the one who urged her to step back out there. You were happy that she was happy. Your phone rang, tearing you from reminiscing old memories and you quickly reached for your cell as a familiar name was on the screen.

“Jessie.”

“Bitch tell me you got the invitation. I can barely control myself right now!” You could hear her breathing on the other end and let out a laugh.

“Girl I got it.” You grinned and she squealed on the other end.

“Y/N this shit is huge. We’ll be covering a party in Wakanda! I need to get my braids redone TONIGHT. We’ll need some new fits. We gotta show out and we got to do it right!” She said and you smiled to yourself.

“Yeah. I’ll probably get some locs done and see if Riri can fit check me while I pack.” You told her and she clapped her hands.

“Bitch I can’t wait! I’ll see you Friday at the airport. Make sure you have your good lens. Might need some wide shots."

"What airport? This is Wakanda we are talking about. Where we were personally invited. Girl, we won’t need to go to the airport.” You chuckled remembering how your invite said the Dora milaje will pick you and your partner up from your place.

“Ou shit! Ya girl got to get her hoe fit ready. I’ll see you Friday girl.”

“Bye.” You hung up the phone and eyed the invitation sitting on your bed. Standing up you walked over to your closet with a wide grin. You were going home.

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killmongerskeeper · 1 year

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When It Was Me // Shuri

Pairing: Shuri x Fem!Reader

Warning: Angst // Mentioned Depression // Mentioned Character Death // Soft Break Up

Author's Note: This is just something I thought of and decided to write it out lol.

Word Count: 1.5k

The invitation in your hand shook as you trembled slightly while reading the words. An invitation directly from Shuri. Who is now Queen of Wakanda. The most powerful nation in the world. You honestly had expected her to reach out to you regarding the event. The two of you had broken up years prior to this. You were a simple village girl who managed to snag a job in her lab. Needless to say you caught her eye with your brilliant brain that sometimes outdid hers. She had never met someone who could keep up with her. You sometimes left her speechless. Soon after your friendship had molded into a romantic relationship. Okoye would always say you were like two peas in a pod. Ayo would call you soulmates. The queen loved you like her own and T'Challa adored the way you treated his sister. It feels like it was just yesterday when she came to you with a sequence she couldn't figure out. The memories flooded your mind like a monsoon.

"You finished the sequence? Already? Bast you are really gifted, Y/N."

"All in a days work." You grinned as she grabbed your waist. She planted a short kiss on your temple as you leaned into her warmth.

"Come. I should treat you for helping me. Lunch is on me." She smiled and you intertwined your fingers before kissing her softly on her lips.

You had left Wakanda to go to school for photography. It was your passion. Your dream. Even though she didn't like the fact you weren't in Wakanda 24/7, she stood behind every step of the way. She did what she could to visit you but at some point she couldn't. Not with her life spiraling around her the way it was. When you heard of the passing of King T'Challa, Queen Ramonda had begged you to be by her daughter's side. She didn't have to beg as the Dora Milaje had come to escort you back to the palace. You couldn't say no. You wouldn't say no. You ran off the jet when it landed and went straight to the lab.

Shuri kept herself busy by swiping away at the tablet in her hands with a frown on her features. Her foot tapped at the floor, something she did when she was worried. You couldn't help but grin at her as she ran around the lab.

"You shouldn't frown so much. You're too pretty for that." As soon as the words left your mouth she turned to you with wide eyes. It didn't take her long to drop the tablet and run into your awaiting arms. In the safety of your presence she broke down. You let her cry into your shoulder as you rubbed her back. "It's okay. I'm here princess."

You were there when she fell into the dark pit of depression. When she felt like she wasn't good enough. Or didn't do enough. You shot down those accusations and reminded her everyday how wonderful she was. That she was enough. And how T'Challa would be proud of her at every moment. How you were proud of her. You thought the two of you would have a break, but then Namor attacked. Flooding part of Wakanda. Murdering Queen Ramonda. Losing her brother and her mother within the course of two years did something to her. Something snapped in Shuri and you didn't know how to help aside from being there for her. You were there when she successfully recreated the heart shaped herb. When she became the black panther.

You stood by her side as Nakia called out to Queen Ramonda. You watched as her veins began to glow purple as she visited the ancestral plane. You held onto the table she laid on and waited for her to come back. Kimoyo beads in your grip praying she doesn't leave you. Nakia put an arm around you and you let out the breath you didn't know you were holding.

"She will be okay. We're all going to be okay." You nodded just as Shuri quickly sat up trying to catch her breath. You knew something was up when she kept saying she didn't see anyone. How they abandoned her.

"Why would they abandon me? Don't touch me!" Nakia tried to calm down the spiraling princess until she punched a mannequin, sending it flying across the room.

"I think you're going to need a suit." Nakia said to her before she brought you to the room that held her brother's mantle. You squeezed her hand as she looked at the helmets. Moving to where Killmongers rested. Another right next to it.

"My love. Be honest with me. Who did you see in the ancestral plane?" You muttered as you held her hands tight and she looked you in the eyes.

"Killmonger."

"What did he tell you?"

"To get it back. In blood." She mumbled and you caressed her cheek.

"Is that your plan? Is that what you're going to do?" You questioned and her lip trembled.

"I want Namor's head Y/N. For what he did to my mother." You saw vengeance cloud her eyes and you nodded. She had good reason to feel the way that she did and you weren't going to try and stop her. Queen Ramonda was like a second mother to you. So you understood how the princess felt.

You were the only person she told. You were the only one who knew the truth about Killmonger being the one she saw. You promised her that the secret was safe with you. She urged you to stay in the palace while she went after Namor. She couldn't risk you getting hurt. When she returned she let you know that an alliance had been formed. She fought the darkness in her heart and spared the enemy. You were happy she was back. And alive. When everything died down, Wakanda was starting to thrive again. You sat on top of the palace roof watching the sunset and Shuri joined you after not finding you in the lab.

"It's over for now huh?" You asked and she nodded.

"It's going to take some time for me to get used to everything now. My mother is gone. Wakanda is in need of a new ruler. This change, it might take a toll on us. I don't want you to feel left out as I probably won't be around as often." She said and you let a tear roll down your cheek. She was right. This changes everything. You knew it would come to this. You may not get to see her as often as you did. You might not be able to have your late night talks anymore. Your late nights in the lab won't be filled with laughter and jokes. She has bigger responsibilities now.

"I know. I thought about moving back to the states. Try for a photography job. Wakanda will always be my home. But you do have a huge responsibility now. One that I wouldn't want you to be distracted from." You grabbed her hand and she rubbed the back of your hand with her thumb.

"It's your dream for photography, yeah? I want you to go for it. We'll both have at least one distraction. My lab is my new bedroom." She smiled and you couldn't stop the laugh that left you.

"Y/N if you need anything. Anything at all. Don't hesitate to reach out to me. You've been there for me through thick and thin. Even though we'll be apart, you'll always be my dearest Y/N." She reached out to take you in her arms and you melted into her. The two of you stayed in each other's arms as the sun went down.

"Jessie."

"Bitch tell me you got the invitation. I can barely control myself right now!" You could hear her breathing on the other end and let out a laugh.

"Girl I got it." You grinned and she squealed on the other end.

"Y/N this shit is huge. We'll be covering a party in Wakanda! I need to get my braids redone TONIGHT. We'll need some new fits. We gotta show out and we got to do it right!" She said and you smiled to yourself.

"Yeah. I'll probably get some locs done and see if Riri can fit check me while I pack." You told her and she clapped her hands.

"Bitch I can't wait! I'll see you Friday at the airport. Make sure you have your good lens. Might need some wide shots."

"What airport? This is Wakanda we are talking about. Where we were personally invited. Girl, we won't need to go to the airport." You chuckled remembering how your invite said the Dora milaje will pick you and your partner up from your place.

"Ou shit! Ya girl got to get her hoe fit ready. I'll see you Friday girl."

"Bye." You hung up the phone and eyed the invitation sitting on your bed. Standing up you walked over to your closet with a wide grin. You were going home.

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paisholotus · 1 year

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New Beginnings

Shuri x black fem reader

Summary: You and Shuri are finally able to have a baby.

Translations: Uthando lwam(My Love) Nokuba ngubani na othi wenzelwe ubukhulu, Shuri yam. Uzalelwe ukuba yinkokeli, kwaye ukhanye ngendlela yakho. (No matter what anyone says you were made for greatness, My Shuri. You were born to be a leader, and shine in your own way.) Ukumkanikazi Wam ( My Queen) Uthando ( Love) Ndinganga ukumkanikazi wam, nceda? ( Can My Queen Give Me A Kiss, Please?) Ndiyakuthanda( I Love You) Umfazi wam onothando ( My Loving Queen) Umama wam( My Mama) Ndifuna oku ngaphezulu kwayo nantoni na. Kodwa okubaluleke kakhulu ndifuna nawe, sithandwa sam. (I want this more than anything. But importantly I want it with you, my love. ) Yiza undikhwele ( Come Ride Me)

Requested By: Anonymous

Word Count: 5,140

A/N: my apologies for it being so long 😅

Shuri's Pov

I looked up at the ceiling, reflecting on everything that had occurred in my life thus far. My mother and brother were both dead, leaving me with only my dear wife and cousin. I turned over, wrapped my arm around my wife's waist, and kissed the side of her head.

I've been contemplating my future and what it may hold for me. I wasn't prepared to be Queen, so I delegated authority to N'Jadaka, making him King and me the Black Panther.

It's been a difficult two years since I lost my brother to an illness that I couldn't cure, and my mother was killed right after him. It has been far too much.

N'Jadaka always put up a strong front for me and pretended to be fine. But I was far too smart to believe he was just fine, especially since I had witnessed him sobbing on numerous occasions. We would sometimes lock ourselves away in his room and reminisce about the past.

I remember being so enraged that I would shut out everyone, including my wife. I feel guilty about the way I treated Uthando lwam. I would yell at her, ignore her, and simply be cold towards her. And everyday i regret the way i acted.

My mother tried to show me this ritual of burning the clothes of your deceased loved ones before she died. It would mark the end of the period of mourning, and the new Beginnings of you starting to heal.

Flashback

I was finally ready to accept my mother's and my brother's deaths, I decided to do the ritual my mother taught me, so Y/N, N'Jadaka, and I traveled to Haiti.

My brother left me a journal in which he described Haiti as his second home and the most beautiful place he'd ever visited. My heart felt heavy when I arrived in Haiti. I knew this was the most difficult thing I'd ever had to do; performing this ritual meant finally saying goodbye to my mother and T'challa.

I knew they would always be with me in spirit, but it would never be the same.

They had asked if I needed them to accompany me, and I had told them that this was something I had to do on my own. I sat down on the log and gazed into the fire, remembering the good times I had with T'challa, he was my best friend, my protector, and the best brother and King anyone could ask for.

I sat in silence, thinking of my mother. My mother truly believed in me, even when the elders did not; she pushed me every day and saw the potential in me. I remember the words she would tell me "Nokuba ngubani na othi wenzelwe ubukhulu, Shuri yam. Uzalelwe ukuba yinkokeli, kwaye ukhanye ngendlela yakho." As I choked back my sobs, tears streamed down my cheeks.

Then I was enveloped in a warm feeling, as if it were my mother and brother reassuring me that everything would be fine. I began laughing at the feeling, knowing that this journey would be difficult but I would be fine.

I wiped my cheeks and looked behind me to see everyone walking towards me. Y/N sat to my left, wrapped her arm around my head, and kissed my temple. N'Jadaka was sitting next to Nakia, and the little boy was in front of me.

Nakia had told me that the boy was her son, and his name was Toussaint. And I told him that Toussaint was a wonderful name with a rich history.

He smiled at me and asked if I was good at keeping secrets, which made us both laugh. I smiled back and nodded, saying that I could.

He looked at Nakia, then back at me, and said his Haitian name was Toussaint. I then looked at Nakia, then back at him, and asked him what his real name was in Haitian. He took a deep breath and introduced himself as Prince T'challa, son of King T'challa.

I turned around when I felt Y/N squeeze my hand, and she nodded. I felt my eyes well up as I looked down at the ground.

"Well, it's nice to finally meet you, T'challa," I said with a sweet smile. He gave me a big, toothy grin that reminded me of my brother's smile when he was younger.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and hugged me, and my heart felt a little whole again. I looked at Nakia and N'Jadaka, who were both smiling. T'challa was wrapped in my arms, and I kissed the top of his head.

End of flashback

I've been thinking about me and Y/N's future since that day. I really liked how she and Toussaint got along; he adored her so much that Nakia decided to make Y/N his godmother.

Toussaint was absolutely loved by N'Jadaka. They were always getting into trouble because N'Jadaka was always showing Toussaint something he wasn't supposed to. And it reminded me of when T'challa and I were kids, always getting into mischief.

I smiled at the thought of me and Y/N having our own children. Ukumkanikazi Wam plays the role of motherhood so well that it makes me want to start our own little family.

I understand that because we are both women, we are unable to physically have children on our own.

But I am A GENIUS SCIENTIST! and nothing is too big of a challenge for me. I prepped many kisses on my wife's cheek, and pulled back the covers, careful to not wake her and walked towards the door going to my lab.

I walked out and carefully closed the door, nodding my head towards the guards. I had a determined look on my face, that I was going to make this happen.

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Y/N's Pov

As I opened my eyes, a smile crept across my face as I remembered the night Shuri and I had. I rolled over and frowned as I noticed her side of the bed was empty. Her side felt cold, as if she hadn't slept on it all night.

I signed, got out of bed, and walked to the bathroom to begin my day. I thought I'd finally wake up to see Shuri this morning, but she continues to disappoint me. I thought we had reached an agreement last night; we had a lengthy conversation and even made love for the first time in months.

She would stay in her lab all night and only sleep for a few hours, and I had to force her to eat sometimes. It would truly irritate me and Erik because she would be missing out on important moments with us.

I looked in the mirror and rolled my eyes at the promises she made last night, wondering if she really meant them. I walked over to the shower and turned it on, taking off my clothes and stepping into the hot water to relax.

"Griot, where has Shuri gone?"

"The Panther is speaking with the elders."

I stopped washing my hair and stared at the wall, confused. Shuri had a meeting this morning? And didn't think to tell me? I cursed under my breath, and continued to wash my hair. "Thank you, Griot."

"You're very welcome, Queen Y/N."

I cut the water off and stepped out of the shower. I wrapped my towel around my body and wrapped up my hair, then walked into the bedroom to put on my lotion and oils.

I decided I wasn't going to confront Shuri because I'm tired of arguing and fighting. I don't want to make it seem like I don't want to fight for my marriage, but I'm just tired of the same old, same old.

After lotioning and oiling my body, I walked back into the bathroom to do my hair. I started to detangle and moisturize it; I usually put it in twists after I wash it, but I don't feel up to it. I'll just let it air dry.

I walked into my closet and threw on a floral green dress. I added some jewelry and sprayed my favorite perfume. I bent down to put on my shoes when I heard a knock on the door. I got up, walked to the door, and opened it. It was Okoye with a smile on her face, but it fell once she saw I wasn't in the mood.

"What has you upset, Ukumkanikazi wam?" She asked, stepping into the room. "Shuri. What else?" I said, smartly. She huffed and hurried me out of the room, saying, "Well, Shuri has requested to see you." I rolled my eyes and nodded, following her out of the room, heading to wherever Shuri was.

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3rd Pov

Y/N followed Okoye to the Thrown Room, where they saw all the elders standing up and conversing with Shuri and Erik. She walked by, smiling and nodding to the guards and elders. She gave Erik a genuine smile before looking at Shuri and giving her a half one.

Shuri looked at her with a worried expression, as if she didn't understand why Y/N was so upset. Y/N turned to face Erik, who was trying hard not to laugh. They said their goodbyes to the elders, and Shuri asked Okoye and Erik to respect their privacy. Erik laughed as he looked back at Shuri, saying, "She's about to tear yo ass up, cuz." Shuri glared at him as he walked away and smiled back at Y/N.

Shuri reached out to touch Y/N, but she pushed her away. "What's the matter, Uthando?" Y/N shrugged her shoulders, boredom evident on her face, and said, "Nothing." Shuri raised her brow, waiting for her to go on. "I'm just sick of saying the same shit over and over."

Shuri huffed and approached Y/N, but this time she didn't push her away. Shuri wrapped her arms around Y/N, and said, "I know you're upset that I didn't wake up with you this morning, but it was for a good reason. I've been working on something for both of us."

Y/N looked at Shuri to continue. And Shuri kissed her cheeks and said, "I know our marriage has been strained, Sthandwa. And it's entirely my fault; I accept full responsibility. But I promise that if you just be a little more patient with me, it will all be worth it." Y/N looked into Shuri's eye's trying to see if she was being sincere and looked back down at the floor.

Shuri lifted Y/N's chin up, to look back into her eye's. "Please," Shuri pleaded, pressing her forehead against her wife's.

Y/N nodded and signed. Shuri smiled and pressed her close to her chest, asking, "Ndinganga ukumkanikazi wam, nceda?" Y/N looked up at Shuri, rolled her eyes, and pecked her lips before quickly walking away.

However, Shuri grabbed the back of her dress and pulled Y/N back against her chest, saying, "Oh, no, ma'am." "I want a real kiss." Y/N turned to face Shuri, who had a smug expression on her face. Y/N stood on her tiptoes and kissed Shuri passionately, wrapping both arms around her neck.

Shuri deepened the kiss by wrapping her long arms around Y/N's lower waist. They drew back, their noses brushing against each other, and smiled. "Ndiyakuthanda" Shuri said, softly. Y/N smiled at Shuri and said she loved her back.

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Shuri's Pov

"Panther! Queen Y/N is approaching." I slowly lifted my head from my desk and turned around to see my wife wrapped in a blanket with a tired look on her face.

Two months have passed. TWO MONTHS!!! And I always get the same low percentage, but I was determined not to give up.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and pressed my chin against her tummy. I'm hoping that my efforts do not go to waste.

"You've been in here all day, Shuri! It is two o'clock in the morning. Please come to your bed." She begged me. I signed and nodded slowly. I stood up from my desk and walked down the stairs.

My arms were still wrapped around her waist, with my head resting on her shoulder, as we walked towards the door, but she suddenly stopped and tapped my arm, making me look at her.

"Shuri, look their green." "It turned green." I snapped my head around, looked over, and ran over to it. "GRIOT!" "What's the percentage?" I yelled. My heart felt like it was bursting out of my chest.

"It's at 98% Panther."

I felt my eyes water and a big smile appear on my face. "PRINT IT!"

I grabbed Y/N's hand and ran back upstairs. I clutched her hand, watching it print the vial, as tears of happiness streamed down my face.

Y/N kissed my cheek and pressed my head against hers, asking, "Shuri, what is that?" I picked up the vial, turned to look at her, and said, "This is what I've been working on for months." "After all the failed attempts, I've successfully gotten it to work."

"That's great, Shuri." "But what is it?" She asked me.

"This, my love, is how we're going to have our baby." I told her, watching her eyes grow wide.

"H-how?" She asked me.

I explained to her how I did it. And she looked at me, teary-eyed, and then looked down at the vial. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me softly.

We pulled apart and hugged each other, moving from side to side. "Come on, let's go to bed." She said.

I smiled at her and nodded and followed her walking down the stairs, and we began walking out of the lab.

When we walked into our bedroom, I went to put the vial in a safe place and went to change into my pajamas, when a thought came to mind.

I cut the light off in the closet and walked back into the room and got in bed. I pulled Y/N against my chest and kissed her deeply. We slowly began taking our clothes off as I climbed on top of her. I pulled off her shirt and lingered kisses along her collarbone.

She leaned up and started sucking on my neck and brushed her hands down to my heat. A small whimper left my mouth, and my thoughts were no longer coherent. I needed her to fuck me and relieve me from my aching desires.

She started tracing my clit slowly, and I began panting desperately, trying to control my breathing to prevent the orgasm that was building within me. I remembered the thought I had earlier and reached down, grabbing her hand, making her stop, and kissing her.

"Wait, I-i want to carry it." She looked at me, stunned, and smiled a little. "You sure?" She whispered. I eagerly nodded, pressing my forehead against hers.

"Well, how about we wait so I can make it special for us?" I felt myself blush. But I nodded and smiled, kissing her lips one last time.

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Y/N's Pov

"So, y'all gon leave a nigga to go on vacation?" Erik asked us as we continued to pack. I was taking Shuri on a two-day trip to the Caribbean. But she didn't know that; she just thought we were going to Haiti or something. I also made sure Okoye didn't tell her where we were going.

"OK, well, first of all, it's not a vacation." "We're only going to be gone for two days." I said, rolling my eyes. I gave the Dora our bags and walked around the room, making sure we didn't forget anything.

"Damn, y'all just gon leave me here with these old people and M'baku's annoying ass." We laughed at how dramatic Erik can be.

"N'Jadaka, you should be happy; we're leaving you in charge." "Just please try not to set this place on fire while we're gone, please." Shuri told him, patting his shoulder.

He chuckled and nodded and walked us out of the palace towards the Talon. "We're all set, your highness." Aneka told me. I thanked her and watched Erik and Shuri dap each other, and he waved goodbye to me.

"AYE! MAKE SURE Y'ALL DON'T BREAK NUN!"

We waved him off laughing and started walking onto the Talon. We sat down and watched Okoye take us off.

"You excited?" I asked, Shuri. She looked at me with mirth in her eyes and nodded. "Going anywhere with you makes me excited." She said. I smiled and cupped her cheeks, kissing her.

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Shuri's Pov

I was blindfolded and walking off the Talon, with Y/N guiding me through what felt like sand. I usually don't like surprises, but for Umfazi wam onothando, I didn’t mind.

"OK, just step up here." "We're almost at the house." She said. I stepped up some steps, and it sounded like we were walking up a boardwalk or something.

We were still walking for a little bit when we abruptly stopped, and she took my blindfold off but told me not to look. She wrapped her arms around my waist and giggled, kissing my cheek. "OK, you can look now."

I opened my eyes and smiled, my little Queen has outdone herself. I turned around and smirked at her. "I love it, my love." I told her, watching the smile on her face grow. She pecked my lips and grabbed my hand, leading me inside the house.

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3rd Pov

Shuri and Y/N were getting ready for dinner. Shuri was in an all-black suit with black boot heels; she had a chain with Y/N's initials on it and rings on her fingers. Y/N had on a black halter-backless high-slit dress. She also had on a necklace with Shuri's initials and her wedding ring.

This time Shuri didn't have to be blindfolded; she would be seeing where they were having dinner. They walked down the long lit boardwalk until their dinner setting came into view.

Shuri felt butterflies in her stomach and began getting nervous. She was touched that her love did all this for her. Y/N led Shuri to the table and pulled out her chair. Shuri gave her a small thank you with a big smile on her face.

Y/N told Shuri that she looked absolutely stunning, and Shuri told her that she looked beautiful back. They had their dinner served and ate in comfortable silence. They talked about their future now that they were able to have a baby; they talked about baby names and which parent the child would most likely be like.

Y/N told Shuri that her family would be so proud of her. And that made Shuri tear up a little bit. Shuri told Y/N that while she would be carrying the child, she wanted Y/N to make the big decisions, and Y/N told her that was something she would proudly do.

When dessert came around, Shuri expressed her fears about being a good mother and if she would be a good Queen. And Y/N reassured her that she would be an amazing mother and a wonderful Queen. Y/N told Shuri she would be by her side through it all, would never leave her, and would always reassure her.

They had finished dinner and decided to walk along the shoreline. Shuri had picked Y/N up, spun her around, making her laugh, and attacked her face with kisses. They walked off the beach and back on to the boardwalk, heading back to the house to continue their endless night.

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Shuri's Pov

Nasty Time 😏😏

Y/N groaned in my ear and I can't even form a proper sentence. I can't think of anything right now. She rolled her hips hitting a certain spot and I orgasm making her chuckle as she kisses down my back. "You look so beautiful Cumming underneath me, my love." She whispered trailing kisses up my neck before pushing me back down.

She whispered sweet nothings to me as she pressed her palm down in the middle of my back going deeper and harder then ever. We haven't had sex like this since our honeymoon, it felt like my whole body was on fire.

"Y/N...pleas.." I stuttered out but she kept going, and started going even faster as her fingers rubbed on my clit. "FUCK! LOVE DON'T STOP!"

"You're doing so good, Umama wam." She tells me going at a slower pace, bending down kissing the back of my neck.

"Stop going so slow!" I groaned. She leans over my shoulder and kissed my temple and showed that smirk on her face, making me irrated. She was going to regret teasing me later.

She gives me three long deep strokes as she kisses my shoulder and I gasp at the intensity she was giving me. "You're being such a good girl for me, Mama." She said, making me copy the motions she was giving me. She sped up some more her chest pressed against my back and when her thrust became sloppy I could tell she was close.

I loudly moaned out her name, and she rolls her hips one last time making her hit my G-spot and I swore I saw stars.

I woke up with the sheets wrapped tightly around my body, and the black case laying on her side of the bed.

I reached for the case and opened it, seeing the vial and the syringe inside. I heard noise coming from the hallway and watched Y/N walk in with things she needed for the process.

"Are you ok?" She asked me. I nodded and watched her set the things down on the table beside the bed. She got on the bed and straddled me, holding my cheeks in her hands.

"Are you sure about this, Shuri?" She asked me. I wrapped my arms around her waist and said, "Ndifuna oku ngaphezulu kwayo nantoni na. Kodwa okubaluleke kakhulu ndifuna nawe, Sithandwa sam." Her eyes watered, and she leaned down and kissed me softly.

She pulled away, and I leaned up and pecked her lips one last time. She got off my lap and went to prepare. She put on gloves and poured the serum, which was our DNA, into the syringe. I told her it had to be injected into the side of my stomach.

She crawled over to me, holding it in her hand, with a smile on her face. I took a deep breath as I felt myself getting emotional, and I prayed to Bast that this would work.

"You ready, Baby?" I nodded and layed back down on the bed, removing the cover. She took the alcohol pad and rubbed the side of my stomach and looked back at me, causing me to smile at her.

"OK, deep breath." She muttered. I winced as she pushed the needle in; I felt tears prick my eyes, not at the pain but at the thought of becoming a mother. But they were happy tears.

She took out the needle and placed it in the trash beside the bed, then kissed my lips. she reached her hand down and circled my clit. I bit her lip hissing at how sensitive I was.

She stood up and took off her robe, and layed on her back smirking up at me. "Yiza undikhwele." She said. Wrapping my had around her length I stroked her making her keep eye contact with me, seeing nothing but lust and love in her eyes. The feeling was mutual.

I kept eye contact as I slid down hissing as she stretches me out but it felt so good. I leaned down and pulled her up by her necklace with my initials on it. "You're so damn sexy, Sthandwa." I said, wrapping my arms around her neck, and began riding her watching her mouth fall open.

She grabs my hips to gain some kind of control, and I leaned down and sucked on her nipple making her moan. I went in a circular motion listening to the curses she let out, I could tell it was driving her crazy. I felt myself clenching around her making me pant harder, I tapped her leg letting her know I was going to cum soon.

She pushed me off, and I landed on my back, watching her remove the strap. She climbed on top of me, grabbing my legs, and I wrapped mine around her waist.

"Damn you're so wet." She groaned out and I smirked throwing my head back, feeling my face contort into pleasure. We was close.

"Show me how much you love me, Ukumkanikazi wam." I said. I moaned in her ear biting down on her shoulder. "I'm about to..." She whispered, but I flipped us over and kissed her lips, quickening the pace.

"Wait for me, Love" I groaned kissing her neck, she tilted her head to give me more acces to leave hickeys. "Y/N!" I yelled unable to hold it anymore and I grinded into one last time as we came together.

I fell on top of her, both of us breathing heavily. We wrapped our arms around each other, calming from our high. I pushed the hair out her face and kissed her lips. " Ndiyakuthanda." I said, against her lips.

She gave me a tired smiled and kissed my forehead, and said, "Ndiyakuthanda, nawe"

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3rd Pov

“GRIOT! inform the midwives at the medical center they’re needed immediately” Y/N said, picking Shuri up, carrying her to their large bathroom.

The nurses, including Erik, entered the bathroom, but told him he would have to wait so they could get to work.

"Okay, your majesty. Please take some deep breaths." "On my count, I need you to make a big push." Shuri was informed by the nurse. I squeezed her hand and kissed the side of her head, assuring her that everything would be fine.

"Are you ready to begin?" The same nurse asked.

"NO!" yelled Shuri.

"Yes, she is. You can do it, baby; you're strong. "Give me a big push, please." Y/N said. Trying to encourage a scared Shuri.

She began pushing, counting down from three and trying to take deep breaths in the process. She squeezed my hand tightly and screamed in agony.

"He's almost out; all we need is one more big push." According to the nurse.

"Look at me; I know you can do it." "You can do it with just one more." Y/N told her. She nodded and let out an agonizing scream as she gave one big push.

The baby was pulled from the water before they knew it. They gave Y/N the scissors to cut the umbilical cord of the crying baby. before laying him on Shuri's chest and calming him down.

"They would be pleased with you. I'm so proud of you; look at what you've brought to this world." Y/N told Shuri, with tears in her eyes.

She nodded and kissed the top of their son's head, as tears streamed down her cheeks.

As the nurse cleaned him and put him in some pajamas he became fussy, while Y/N was cleaning and dressing Shuri and carrying her to their bed.

Y/N tried to make Shuri feel at ease in the bed and placed pillows behind her back to alleviate her pain. Y/N and Shuri looked up to see where their baby was, only to see Erik holding him, and smiling talking to him.

The new parents smiled as they looked at Erik rock their baby in his arms. He lifted his head, walked over to Shuri and Y/N, and sat at the edge of the bed. Y/N took the baby away from Erik and gave the baby to Shuri so she could feed him.

Y/N stood there staring at Shuri breastfeeding their baby, thinking it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen.

"I ain't gon hold you, Y/N; when you said Shur was pregnant, I thought the baby was gon come out a mutant." Okoye smacked the back of Erik's head, making him glare at her.

Y/N rolled her eyes at Erik and laughed at how stupid he was. She looked back at Shuri, who was still staring happily at their child.

"So what are y'all naming, Lil man?" He asked them. They looked at him, and Y/N looked at Shuri and nodded her head for Shuri to tell him.

"We decided to name him after Y/N's Father." Shuri said. As she looked at Y/N with tears in her eyes.

"We're going to name him Oshe." "Oshe Udaku." Shuri said, proudly. Erik stared at them with a small smile and said, "I like that."

They nodded and Y/N looked at Shuri and kissed her forehead. "I love you, both of you." Then looked at Erik and Okoye, and said, "All of you."

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logancreatesworlds · 5 years

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Black Folks Don’t Do That Shit (Pt. 2)

Author’s Note: Hello everyone! I know it’s been a while since I’ve published anything new. But here is part 2! Hope y’all like it!

Warnings: All the vampirisms - creepiness, blood-drinking, etc.

Disclaimer: None of the images used are mine.

You breathed peacefully as the smell of frying chicken wafted through the kitchen.

The closer it got to Halloween, the more it rained.

And yet, despite the chill in the air, your spirits were high and your heart was full.

Yet, a question - the question, weighed down on your mind.

“Smells good,” A familiar voice said.

You turned around to see Nakia walk into the kitchen.

“Really? Thanks. It’s my grandma’s recipe.”

“Your grandmother? Interesting. I wonder what other delicious things your family has created.”

“Well, grandma made a lot of recipes. She had bananas foster, sweet potato pie...”

You turn to her.

“Oh, and pineapple upsidedown cake!”

Nakia looked at you with predatory eyes as his mouth twisted into a puckered smirk.

“What?”

“I wasn’t referring to food.”

Before you could reply, Ayo came in.

“Mr. Udaku has awoken, my lady.”

“Thank you,” Nakia said, dismissing her as quickly as she came.

“Mr. Udaku’s sleeping awfully late,” you commented, turning back to your cooking, “Is he okay?”

“He is fine. Merely a small cold.”

“Explains why I haven’t met him yet. But at least he likes my fried chicken. I could fire up some soup if you like.”

“Would you?”

“Of course!”

“Thank you,” Nakia said gratefully.

Unbeknownst to you, as you fired up another stovetop, Nakia was looking at your ass.

Later that Evening

You quietly padded up to the stairs, a silver tray in your hands.

On it lied a bowl of crab soup, which steamed with spices, and a glass of orange juice.

Once you got to the top of the stairs, you walked down the hall up to the large red door.

Ayo, who had been standing at the door, gave you a slight nod and went to open it.

Yet, Nakia beat her to it.

“Ah (Y/N),” she greeted with a thousand-watt smile, “Come on in. There is someone I’d like you to meet.”

You walked in, deliberately trying to miss her skimpy pink robe. But to your surprise, Mr. Udaku was not in his bed.

“Where is he?”

Just then, a tall figure ghosted out of the large walk-in closet.

“Here,” he said, “You must be (Y/N).”

You almost gasped at how handsome he was.

6′0 tall, black, muscled and with eyes as deep as a panther in a nighttime jungle.

No wonder Nakia’s wearing that tiny ass robe.

Wait, you thought anxiously, Were he and Nakia fucking?! Oh, shit shit shiiiit. I need to go.

“Yes well,” you said, “It’s nice to finally meet you. I um...got your soup.”

“How kind of you,” he replied, gliding past you and returning to bed, “You are...everything Nakia said you were.”

Damn, his accent is nice.

“Is that a good thing?”

“Is it, my love?” Nakia asked, laying beside him.

T’Challa’s cat-like eyes looked you up and down with a dark approval and bit his lip, “Yes. Very much so.”

“Isn’t she lovely? Okoye found her at the farmer’s market.”

“The one always full of people.”

It wasn’t a question.

“Mhmm...”

She kissed that spot between his cheek and neck.

“(Y/N),” T’Challa said, “Would you mind turning around for me and giving me a little...spin?”

You furrowed your brow but nevertheless did as he asked.

“Mmmm perfect,” he purred.

“Glad I’m making a good impression,” you said wryly, “Where should I put your food?”

“On the table is fine. That will be all.”

“Thank you,” Nakia called as you left.

You quietly padded out of the room.

God those two are weird. Oh well. At least they pay well.

The Day Before Halloween

“Yes mom I’m safe,” you assured as you held your cellphone closer, “Stop worrying so much.”

“I know I just...,” she sighed, “Are you sure you trust this couple you’re workin’ for?”

“Yeah! They pay me 17$ an hour even when I’m cooking, free room and board with all the fixings and when I do cook I get to wear my PJs. What more could a girl want?”

“Exactly. They’re being awfully generous. This just rubs me the wrong way. They could be tryna do something to you. They could be tryna keep you as some sorta sex slave.”

You busted out laughing, “Mom, please. You’re overreacting. Black folks don’t do that shit. Plus I like it. They’re a little weird but...they’re nice. I feel...like I’m at home.”

“You have a home,” she said, a little hurt, “With me and Sunny, remember?”

“Yeah...of course,” you lied, “Listen I uh...gotta go. I’ll call you later okay?”

“Alright. I love you.”

“Love you too.”

You hung up and quietly sat on your bed, shivering as you caved into yourself.

You would never have a home, not with that man.

Then, a couple minutes later...

KNOCK. KNOCK.

“(Y/N)? (Y/N) are you in there?” Nakia asked.

“Yeah. Yeah, I am,” you said, sitting up and trying to look presentable, “Come on in.”

“Forgive me for the intrusion,” she said as she came in, melodious and beautiful as ever, “I just wanted to see if you were alright?”

“Yeah. Of course, I am!” You chirped, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“No particular reason. It’s just that sometimes we spend so much of our lives caring for others, we forget that we need people to care about us. So I ask you...”

She sits down beside you.

“Are you okay?”

You breathe real rough, “Actually...no, no I’m not.”

“What’s wrong?” She asked, cascading an arm over you.

Your head fit perfectly into her neck.

“It’s...it’s hard to talk about.”

“Well, you don’t have to hide things from me. And it is unhealthy to keep things bottled up. Besides,” she said, tipping your chin up so you could meet her eyes, “You can tell me anything.”

Her breath smelled like mint and something else metallic that you couldn’t place.

Yet, she was so...hypnotizing.

“I um...,” your mind was getting clouded, “I’ll tell you later tonight. During dinner?”

“Sure.”

“And I’m sure Mr. Udaku wants to join us. We could have dinner - just the three of us?”

“Of course,” Nakia said with a smile, “It’s like you read my mind.”

You hummed softly to Lizzo’s BET performance of Truth Hurts as you skimmed down the sauces aisle looking for Auntie Mae’s Barbecue Sauce.

You needed it for the ribs.

You bit your lit and nodded as her flute screeched in your ears.

You didn’t know why everything seemed to be falling into place.

Maybe it was the weather, the season?

You smiled.

No, you thought, This new job is good for me.

“Miss,” a voice said, “Can I help you find something?”

You turned around to see a store attendant eyeing you.

“No thanks,” you replied, “I’m good.”

“Are you sure? Because I can help you find anything you need-”

“She said she was fine,” a familiar voice growled.

You looked over your shoulder and there they were.

“Uh s-sorry sir,” the attendant said nervously as T’Challa glared him down.

“Perhaps you should listen better,” Nakia hissed, her brown eyes narrowing.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Get out of our sight,” T’Challa snarled.

He stalked toward the man slowly, as if he was ready to pounce.

“Yes, sir. R-right away sir.”

As soon as the man was gone, the pair sunk back to normal and began chuckling.

“You two are wrong for that,” you said with an amused smile.

“Oh come on,” Nakia laughed, clutching her pink trench coat collar, “That was too funny.”

“Yes,” T’Challa agreed, “And he was asking for it anyway.”

“What are you two doing out anyway?”

“Well T’Challa needed some air and we wanted to surprise you.”

“How did you even know where I was?” You asked, plucking your desired bottle of sauce from the aisle.

“This store carries the finest ingredients in town. We figured you’d be here. Now, come. Let us live this day to the fullest and return home. I am famished.”

The three of you laughed as you walked in through the front door, caramel apples and grocery bags in hand.

“And she told me she tried to twerk,” Nakia said, busting out laughing, “Can you believe it, a Nordic woman trying to twerk? My goodness.”

“I’m upset you didn’t get it on camera,” T’Challa guffawed.

“Y’all are crazyyyyyy,” you giggle, “Now go relax. I gotta cook dinner.”

The two relax as you unpack the food, wash it and turn it into a culinary masterpiece over the span of a few hours.

“Dinner’s ready!” You called once everything was done.

“My dear this is so delicious,” T’Challa commented as the three of you dined on ribs, mac and cheese, yams and collard greens.

“I agree,” Nakia purred, “The ribs are not too tough and the greens don’t have all that damned ham stuffed into it.”

“Yeah my mom always used to do that when I was younger,” you said, “I hated it. So I promised myself I’d learn how to make my own greens.”

“Thank Bast for promises,” T’Challa said, sipping his wine.

“Bast?”

“Mhmm. Bast is the goddess of all things good. She is a being of protection, love, and comfort.”

“I thought she was the goddess of cats.”

He chuckles, “Yes. Cats too.”

“That’s cool! Have you studied Egyptian mythology before?”

T’Challa smiled, “Let’s just say I know a lot.”

You furrowed your brow but soon forgot your confusion when Nakia ran to the fridge.

“I am so glad you came to us (Y/N),” she chirped, “You do not know how long we’ve been waiting for someone like you.”

“Someone like me?”

“Mhmm,” Nakia answered, returning with a glass of wine, “Someone who would make us whole again - make this family whole again.”

“I thought I was just your chef,” you said as Nakia popped the cork and filled your glass.

“Oh no my dear,” she said, “You are much more than that.”

“But...aren’t you two happy together?”

“Of course!” T’Challa confirmed.

“But you weren’t whole?”

“No,” Nakia answered.

Your brow furrowed again, “I’m confused.”

A peaceful looked crossed her face, and the dark-skinned woman then grabbed your hand in a warm grip.

“Love does not always just happen between two people. It is eternal and in a thousand different directions,” she explained, “What is between T’Challa and me is only a third of the relationship the three of us share.”

“This,” she gestures between the two of you, “Is unique and priceless, and it has made T’Challa and I better people.”

“Wow,” you thoughtfully as you took a sip of wine, “I never thought a friendship could be so important.”

“Not a friendship, darling,” T’Challa corrected.

“Then what?”

Then, it hit you - a wave of dizziness.

“Oh,” you moaned, clutching your head, “Shit.”

“Are you alright, (Y/N)?” T’Challa asked, his eyes turning red, “You look a bit dizzy, my love.”

“Oh don’t tease her T’Challa,” Nakia chastised, “She’s already been through enough.”

The second wave hit. It was enough to make you knock your glass over.

A scream tried to make its way out of your mouth, but even that took too much energy. As a result, you said two small words.

“Help...somebody...”

“Shh,” Nakia soothed, “Go to sleep now. Everything is alright. Rest.”

The last thing you saw before the darkness came was the crimson shine in her eyes.

And that is all for now everyone! I’m so glad I finally updated. It’s been forever since I’ve written. Enjoy!

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#t'challa x black!reader #t'challa x nakia x black!reader #polyam fics #black panther fic #t'challa x reader #vampire fics #less grammatical errors this time #I got Grammarly so...#yup!

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helpinghanikan · 2 years

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DD Day 24: Overworked (T'challa)

It’s not so simple with T’challa. Unlike other relationships you can’t just ask for more time from him. It wasn’t just T’challa or his career that you would be pulling him from, it was an entire country on the line. It would be a special kind of selfish to make him choose between you or his people (although we all know what he would choose).

Instead you simply never bring it up; just saying okay and leaning forward for a kiss before he leaves. Making a joke about hating to see him leave but loving to watch him go before you’re left alone at the table.

It’s worth the near heartbreak every time you look outside the castle’s windows. How, despite opening to the outside world, there had yet to be any serious negative effects. Although you weren’t born in the country, and there were still rumors, the general population was starting to accept you.

The plant keeps him going past the point of a normal man, but that also means he’ll crash twice as hard. He comes into your shared room late in the night. Walking slow, tired and worn out, but still gives a smile when he sees you.

“Hey,” You say from the bed.

“Sorry to have been gone all day.” He says, shoes removed.

You don’t have to tell him it’s alright, he already knows. He crawls onto the bed, laying his head in your lap. Sighing deeply when you gently touch his face. Thumbs over his eyelids and eyebrows. Light scratches on his cheeks and jaw.

He tries to keep a conversation. He tries to tell you about his day and ask about yours. Just like in everything he tries his best. That’s only one thing to love about him, even he does snore like a train.

#reader insert #Marvel imagine #T'challa x reader #nakia #Black panther x reader #gn!reader

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wakandan-smuts-forever · 2 years

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Writing List: (Lemon: Minors DNI)

Here's basically what I'm procrastinating on😂

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Wonder What She Thinks Epilogue

Summary: She learns to put herself first and he loses the best thing he ever had.

A/N: A new chapter of Starlight coming up next.

Warnings: None

Masterlist

It's Never Wrong When You're In Love...

I haven’t felt this type of thing in a while. I thought I lost myself in love until I found you.

- “Natural” Sabrina Claudio

I’m telling you right now from this day on, I’ve already weighed out the pros and cons, your just the woman I want.”

-"4evermore" Anthony David (ft. Algebra)

“Mrs. Jordan,” Michael leaned over and whispered in his bride’s ear. “Yes, Mr. Jordan?” Zoe beamed as she and her new husband waited for their cue to walk into the reception party. “You look absolutely breathtaking today. Coming down that aisle I was watching you like hot damn that’s my lady,” Michael grinned as Zoe slapped his arm, laughter falling from her lips. “Shut up, you were crying too,” the bride reminded, allowing Michael to wrap his arm around her waist.

“Yeah but that was the internal monologue,” he insisted as one of the tech workers handed each of them a microphone. The intro to “4evermore” by Anthony David began to blare on the other side of the banquet hall doors. “You ready?”

Zoe nodded and took her husband's hand. The doors opened on cue and the couple walked in belting their respective parts of the song.

“Forever’s a mighty long time but I really wanna spend it with you. I shine when you shine. There's really no substitute. 4evermore,”

The two danced around each other singing along with the track. The audience joined in clapping as the newlyweds continued their performance. “I’m making my plans just to be with you. It’s you and me, babe, till the days are through, And I ain’t ashamed, love, to say I do,” Michael crooned

They went through the chorus again before Zoe got her chance to shine, consequently surprising the guests who’d never heard her sing, “Pick a tree to carve our names, let the world know it’s not a game. Last longer than a wedding ring, generations tattooed with the love we bring. From the seeds we sow, to the time it takes to grow. Long enough to show you, I won’t let go of you. Without you, I'm incomplete, like this love song without this beat. I’m saying you are the man I need,” Zoe sang causing the crowd to erupt in cheers.

“I didn’t know Zoe could sing,” Shuri leaned over to her brother who was carrying both of his children in his arms. “She doesn’t often, but she’s great,” he nodded, trying to stop the regret flooding through his veins by bouncing his fussy two, almost, three-year-olds. He watched as their mother spun and sang with her husband. A man that wasn’t him. A man who was making her laugh and having fun on the dance floor as Camden started the rap verse in the song. His attention was then pulled to Nakia, as she laughed and danced on the sidelines of the dance floor cheering on Zoe and Michael with the rest of the bridesmaids and groomsmen.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, give it up for the new Mr. And Mrs. Michael B. Jordan. That was the best wedding entrance I’ve ever seen,” the DJ announced as the crowd began settling back in their seats. Zoe-Iman laughed as Michael handed over their mics and pulled her in close for their first dance. “I’m serious, who giving the new Mrs. Jordan a record deal, cause sis got some mad pipes. I know all this money in here, there’s gotta be a music exec looking for fresh talent. But, imma get off my soapbox so this new union can enjoy their first dance as husband and wife.”

Soon, “Butterflies Pt.2” by Queen Naija was drifting from the speakers as Michael gently swayed with his new wife, the couple singing along softly to each other. “You going to ask Nakia to dance?” Shuri caught her brother’s attention as she grabbed her niece from his arms. Not wanting to be left behind, Meluzmi began wriggling from his father’s arms to get down to the floor with his sister. “I don’t think Nakia wants to talk to me.” The king glanced again at his ex-wife dancing with Camden. “Nonsense, you all were friends first,” Ramonda interrupted, stooping to kiss both of her grandchildren. “That is why your father, and hers, thought you would make a great match.”

“You all are running the country well together, for over a year now.” Shuri pointed out smiling as the toddlers began bopping along to the song with each other. “Business conversations do not mean she will want to dance with me. Besides, she seems like she is having a good time with Camden.”

Shuri shook her head, “I’m taking the twins to dance, Mama, do something with him please,” the now 19-year old shook her head and headed towards the floor as the song shifted, signaling that other couples could join the wedding party on the floor. “Dance with me,” Ramonda extended a hand and the son turned king accepted and escorted her onto the floor.

“You know,” the queen mother started a few seconds later, “the first time you brought Zoe home, I was sure that within a year or two, you’d be telling your father you wanted to marry her.”

T’Challa smiled, “I was that obvious?”

Ramonda chuckled, “Painfully. You were looking at her like a lovesick fool the whole time she was there. Your father tried several times to give you his permission to date him. Even blatantly asking if you all were dating, but you were so stubborn.”

T’Challa looked away and swallowed, “It was not my finest hour and it will forever remain one of my biggest regrets, but I am happy for her.”

“You are, but you are also jealous. Zoe gave you plenty of chances, she even bore your children T’Challa but you were so stubborn, you lost your chance. Now that she’s happy, you should try to find happiness of your own. If not with Nakia, try again with someone. Don’t spend your life believing these were the only two women who could ever have been a great wife. Zoe found her happiness, Nakia is working on hers, it’s time you find your own.”

“Umama-” the king started. “Happiness outside of your children T’Challa, you need adult company too. Company you actually like, the elders don’t count.”

The king sighed and glanced across the room, “I’d like to try again, but I fear I will always wonder what Nakia and Zoe think of her.”

“That is your problem, you always wonder what everyone else is thinking, son.”

“You loved Zoe, but you were so afraid that we would hate her, you hid her and lost her. You had feelings for Nakia, but you wondered what she would think about what you had done to Zoe, so you pushed her away. Stop wondering what one girl will think about the other. Find your happiness, then bring her around. You always attract wonderful people, and we all always love each other. Think about it son, who else’s ex-wife is good friends with the woman her husband was cheating and had children with?”

Ramonda laughed, watching Zoe and Nakia dance with the rest of the wedding party. The king joined in chuckling as his mother continued, “Stop pitting the women against each other before they can even meet. Just let yourself fall in love freely son. We just want you to be happy.”

Zoe instinctively held her head further back as a smirk crossed her new husband’s lips. “Now, Michael, this is a very expensive white dress-”

“And you look beautiful baby-,” he raised his hand with a piece of cake in it closer to Zoe’s face. “Michael,” Zoe whined as his smirk turned into a full-on grin, “What? I’m just trying to feed my beautiful wife.”

“No, you are not!” Zoe laughed and dodged Michael’s hand, “I don’t wanna ruin my makeup, I paid a lot for it,” the bride pouted. “Fine,” the groom sighed, “I’ll be on my best behavior.”

“Thank you,” Zoe beamed and allowed him to feed her the piece of cake, she leaned in, kissed his lips, and smashed the piece of cake and icing onto his face, “Gotcha,” she cackled as Michael wiped icing from his mouth. The guests doubled over in laughter as he wrapped a giggling Zoe up in his arms and shook her. “You play dirty,” he laughed. “Mama!” two voices cried out as Ka’aulani and Meluzmi ran to their mom and stepfather. “Cake,” Meluzmi pleaded and his twin nodded her head in agreement. “Okay baby, “Zoe smiled. Michael cut them two small pieces and handed Zoe a plate. The caterers took over cutting up the rest of the large cake for the couple as they led their children over to the main table.

Michael took his self-proclaimed best friend Meluzmi in his lap and let him try and figure out how to spear the soft pieces of dessert, before eventually helping him out. Not wanting her daughter to ruin her dress or hair, Zoe still couldn't understand how so much of the toddler’s meals ended up in her curls, the mother alternated between feeding the toddler and herself. The small family sat sharing cake in silence, bobbing softly to the beat of Kiss Me More while watching their guests tear it up on the dance floor and fight over pieces of cake. “There you two are!” Shuri sighed obviously frustrated, “ T’Challa is gonna kill me, he wanted me to keep them so you could enjoy yourself.”

“Girl,” Zoe dismissed. “He will be fine. My babies just wanted some cake and their mommy.”

On cue, the twins giggled. “Are you having fun?”

Shuri shrugged, I’m just glad to see you happy,” The teen admitted. “Yeah but you’re young, you should be out dancing, and not with two-year-olds.”

“I got a cousin, he’s 20, but I think y’all get along great,” Michael grinned and called the boy over. As predicted he and Shuri hit it off and as the party forged ahead, the couple saw the two dancing and shared a fist bump. “We’re definitely the matchmaking couple,” Zoe beamed.

As the party began to wind down hours later, T’Challa approached the couple for the second time that day and cleared his throat. “My mother and I were about to leave, I was gonna take the twins,” the king gestured towards the children sleeping peacefully, each spread over two chairs pushed together. “Oh okay, thank you for coming and babysitting,” Zoe Iman Jordan hugged her former best friend, ex-lover, and the father of her children, “I’m gonna go say goodnight to mama,” she squeezed Michael’s hand before leaving in search of the older matriarch. “I’ll help you grab the kids, '' Michael broke the silence.

T’Challa nodded and they grabbed the slobbering children from their makeshift beds and headed out of the venue to the cars. Once both twins were buckled, they leaned against the car awaiting the women’s arrival. “Michael thank you.”

“For what?” The actor turned to the monarch. “For loving Zoe and for bringing the light back to her life. For taking care of her and loving my children as your own, even when I wasn’t man enough to do the same.”

Michael nodded, “You know for the longest I hated you. I didn’t understand how one man could be so self-involved he couldn’t see how amazing of a woman he had right in his hand. I hated that you messed with Zoe’s head, made her second guess herself. Then I finally got her to a good place, she opened up, we were having a good time, then she found out she was pregnant. You wouldn’t even text her back about your own kids.” T’Challa nodded and shoved his hands in his pockets, “If I could do it all again, I would do it differently believe me.”

I know,” the groom agreed, “but everything happens for a reason. I don’t approve of what you did, but if you had been a good partner, I probably wouldn’t be married to the love of my life right now. So I forgive you. And those kids, they are like my own. I am beyond glad that you’ve stepped up for them. I want them to have their father and a bonus father in their lives. You stay involved and love them, then there are no hard feelings between us.” The acclaimed actor extended a hand and T’Challa accepted his handshake. “You have my word, I’m never leaving them again.”

“Good.” Michael leaned back against the car and crossed his legs, hands stuffed in his tuxedo pockets. “So what’s next for you?” He asked a few beats later.

T’Challa exhaled, “I’m not sure, but I do know I wanna get my life back on track. Find someone and treat her right.”

“Then you do that man,” they stood up off of the car as Ramonda approached. “I just wonder what she’ll think of this family. It’s all a little bizarre isn’t it?”

“Yeah most baby mamas and ex-wives aren’t best friends, especially under our circumstances, but if she loves you and you love her, there’ll always be room in the family.”

“I appreciate that Michael.”

“Shuri staying with Nakia?” The actor asked when the queen mother reached the car. “Yes, she and your cousin have taken quite a liking to each other,” Ramonda raised an eyebrow. “You know me and Zoe will watch out for her,” Michael reassured. “I know, that is the only reason I’m letting her stay,” Ramonda answered.

“We’ll get her back to you safely later tonight. I promise,” The actor shoved his hands in his pocket and stepped back. “I guess we better get going then-”

“Wait,” Zoe walked out of the venue over to the car. “I didn’t get to kiss my babies goodbye,” the mother pouted. Michael laughed as T’Challa rolled his eyes. “Boy, don’t roll your eyes at me before they get stuck like that.” She slapped his chest before opening the car doors and kissing both of her toddlers.”

“Okay, we will swing by to pick them up after we get back. And you have everything packed for them right? You have Meluzmi’s inhaler, and enough clothes and replacement outfits? You got the earplugs too right? They hate heights and the sounds of the plane's engines when-”

“Zoe they will be fine. T’Challa reassured. “And if I don’t have it, you know my mother will make sure they get it. They will be fine. I can do this,” The king grabbed both of her hands and squeezed them gently. “I know, I know,” the young mother sighed, “This is just the longest I have been away from them ever and I’m nervous.” Michael moved up to wrap an arm around his wife’s waist and press a kiss to her forehead. “ Everything will be fine,” he soothed. “I know-”

“Then stop worrying,” T’Challa offered a sad smile, “You deserve this, to be happy, to have a break, to enjoy your honeymoon. You are an excellent mother Zoe, but they have a father too. So enjoy your break, enjoy your marriage. I promise they will be just as alive and happy as they are now when you get back from your trip.”

Zoe nodded and sighed, finally stepping back from the car with Michael at her side. “Okay, see you in three weeks. Thank you all again.”

“Anytime, you know I love my grandbabies.” Ramonda hugged the bride once more before closing the door facing the twins and taking a seat in the backseat next to them. “Ayy, Mike, it’s almost time for the garter toss,” Two of the groomsmen waved the couple over but T’Challa reached for Zoe’s hand. “Can we talk?”

Zoe nodded at her husband letting him know she was okay, he looked the king over once more before heading inside to watch from the doorway. “What’s up?”

“I just wanted you to know that you were right.”

“About what?” the bride squinted. “About deserving to be with someone who can say they love you in and out of the bedroom. You deserve someone who loves you out loud, and I’m glad you found it in Michael.”

Zoe smiled softly, “Thank you. I hope you find the same for yourself. We both deserve someone.”

“I think I already did but I kind of fucked it up...twice,” the king chuckled. “I’ll keep you updated on that front though.”

Zoe Iman nodded. T’Challa gestured to the doorway, “I think you better go though, your husband hasn’t stopped watching.” Zoe laughed, glancing over her shoulder at Michael who was, sure enough, watching from the door. “Yeah... Goodbye T’Challa.” Zoe pulled the king in for a hug before placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Goodbye, Zoe… I love you,” he sighed once she had walked off out of earshot.

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