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sapphicvqmpires · 1 year

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❁ཻུ۪۪♡ meet me under the golden tree

Pairing - shuri/black fem!reader

Word Count - 7k (my fics keep getting longer and longer lolll)

Contains - smut (18+), fingering, cunnilingus, soft dom!shuri, sub!reader, angst, fluff, hurt, mentions of character death

Key words - nkosazana (princess), sthandwa (baby), sthandwa sami (my love)

Divider From - @firefly-graphics

Sneak Peak - Her face was puffy, her lips swollen from all her crying but even in this state she was beautiful and everything you could ever ask for. She caresses your face with her thumb, wiping away your tears as she finally brings you in for a kiss. Contrary to popular belief, this was your guys’ first kiss. Your lips press against her swollen ones as you relax into her. The world around you went black and white, the tree and Shuri being the splash of colour in the painted landscape surrounding you

Song Vibes - john redcorn (sir), change (arin ray ft. kehlani), do it well (dvsn), wait (nao)

Tags - @pinkwright @inmyheadimobsessed @heejayy @lustfulbarbie @abenomeiiii @shuriszn @shurislover @shurismainbxtch @naomis-daydream @prettymrswright @gardenof-venus @vys-intentions @tiii-iiiiii @tishszn @myaraines @dominiquesheart @vampzxi @zayswriting

Writers Note: this one has a bit of everything, and I definitely took some stuff from Shuriri fics I already wrote and put onto a03 lol. But yeah, this one’s definitely a lil different from last weeks fic, but enjoy :)

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ You sigh, unable to fess up to Riri’s mocking laughs. You knew she was right, the way she would persistently tease you about your so called “friendship” with the Black Panther. The truth is, you’re head over heels for Shuri, but you could not allow yourself to be persuaded. To give into your feelings meant to be bruised by her constant subtle pushes once things got too close, too intimate. And it hurts you.

“Shut up Ri,” you respond, hoping she’ll actually listen to you this time.

“What? You’re not gonna sit here and tell me you two are ‘just friends’. I know y'all be fucking on the low.”

You start choking on your water as Riri laughs hysterically.

“You’re not funny.”

“Uh huh. What are you all dressed up for anyway? Where are you heading off to looking all pretty?”

You roll your eyes. No answer comes out of your mouth but your body language and facial expressions tell Riri everything she needs to know.

“Mhmm…very interesting indeed,” Riri taunts.

“Riri, I swear to god bro…we’re just friends. For real, leave me alone.” You were transparently annoyed, not even because Riri kept teasing you, but because you knew she wasn’t wrong. You enjoyed Shuri, the way she used her words to pull you back in even if she didn’t fully deserve your company. She was a challenge, and her presence was almost impossible to neglect.

“She’s outside. And you better not still be in my apartment when I get back.”

Riri chuckles under her breath as you get up and make your way out to meet her.

“Don’t get pregnant! We don’t need any little Black Panthers running around!” Riri yells before the door shuts.

“Fuck you, Ri!”

“Love you too, y/n!” You give her the finger before the door completely shuts.

Once you're deeper into the apartment hallways, you begin to smile like a fool. You allow all emotions to be expressed in between the time you leave Riri to meet with Shuri, because you know once you step foot into that car, true feelings must be suppressed.

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There’s a gentle breeze in the air once you step outside, caressing your face and scalp. It’s refreshing, but also a step back into reality. Shuri is leaning on her car, focused on whatever is on her phone. She looks good. She always does and it pisses you off. The olive green of her nike crew neck compliments her rich skin without flaw. Her olive dunks pull the outfit together, lightly covered by the bagginess of her black cargo pants. She wears her favourite gold chain, just subtly hidden underneath her crew neck but the sly detail makes your heart flutter. You run up to her, embracing her warmth as she brings you in for a hug. Shuri chuckles against you, flattered at the way you seep so easily into her arms.

“Missed me that bad, nkosazana?” You exhaled at the sound of her voice. The cute names she constantly called you did nothing to ease your deep desire for her, it was almost tiresome.

“I did,” you answer. You look up at her, noticing the gold layered on her bottom teeth. Your stomach jumped at the sight. The way the gold contrasted against her pearly whites caused your core to warm up, a throbbing sensation between your thighs and you had no choice but to ignore it. “Where are we going, Shuri? You called me late as fuck last night.”

“I just wanted to see my favourite girl today, is that ok?”

Oh she was infuriating. “That’s fine, but you can’t call me at unholy hours like that bro. I’m tryna sleep.”

“My bad, my bad. I was kinda desperate.” Desperate? You breathe in deeply, followed by a smile. You always tried to stay mad at her, but it was a challenge. She was too beautiful. She guides you into her vehicle, closing the door beside you. She takes her place in the driver's seat, and you could never not admire the way she looked handling the road. She always drove with one hand on the wheel, her tattooed hand always rubbing your thigh or playing with her jawline. Both gestures made you wet which usually paved way for your late night thoughts to be filled with deep skin, slender fingers, and curly hair as you touch yourself, her name falling off your lips as you dream of her below you.

“Y/n? You down?” The train of your tactile thoughts brought back to reality as Shuri pulls you in.

“Huh?”

Shuri laughs. “I saaiidd…wanna go to that restaurant down the corner over there? They got a pool table, and I wanna beat you.”

“You’re better than me at everything, Shuri. You’ll easily beat me in pool.”

“Soooo, is that a yes?”

“Yes, it’s a yes.”

Shuri pauses for a second, pondering on what thoughts are dancing through your mind.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours anyways? You’re always dozing off, I’m starting to worry you don’t enjoy my presence anymore,” Shuri jokes. You slap her shoulder lightly. “Ow.”

“That’s what you get.”

“For what? What’d I do now?”

“You know what.”

Shuri rolls her eyes. “Don’t start with me, nkosazana. The day just started.”

“Fine.”

Everytime you bring up the topic of ‘what are we?’, Shuri would take one step back. She hated the conversation, and she would disappear for days at a time once your arguments were over. You convinced yourself that it was because she just did not feel the same for you like you did for her. It was easier to accept that than the latter; that you were just a crutch, a tool to be used whenever she needed and put away until she decided you were of value again.

You knew Shuri was broken. She’s been through a lot and ever since the mantle was given to her, she seemed to be heavier. She was still ‘Shuri’, the girl with endless jokes up her sleeve and a smile that could ease sadness, but there was now a darkness that endured underneath and she would not let you pierce the surface.

She pulls into the parking lot, unbuckling your seat belt as she rushes to open the door for you. Her arm wrapped around your shoulder, and she pecked a kiss on the top of your head as you walked into the restaurant. You both order what you usually do; Shuri with her spicy chicken wings, and you with your chicken burger. The afternoon is filled with familiar tunes of laughter, as you guys argue over whether drummies or flatties are better. Shuri says drummies are better because there’s more meat and you argue that flatties are better because there’s less bone and cartilage.

“Black folk don’t complain about things like bone and cartilage, y/n.”

“Well this one does,” you chuckle, pointing to yourself. Shuri laughs with you, taking a fry and chugging it at your face.

“Shut up and eat your nasty chicken burger.”

“It’s actually really good, wanna bite?”

Shuri audibly gags and you toss a fry right back at her.

“Don’t make me come over there and bite you.”

“I’d like to see your try.”

“I’d like to see you try,” she mocks. You roll your eyes, chugging another fry at her. Shuri scrunches her face.

“You think you’re so funny huh? You’re lucky we’re not alone, you wouldn’t feel so funny anymore,” she subtly jokes. And it’s stupid half-jokeful threats like that that make your pussy pulse. You cross your legs slowly, desperate to ease the throbbing between your legs. Shuri notices, and lets out a soft chuckle. She knows what she’s doing and it’s driving you insane.

Once you guys are done with your meal, you make your way to the pool tables in the corner of the restaurant.

“Ready to get absolutely destroyed?” Shuri asks.

“Do I have a choice?”

“Nope.”

Shuri was a pro and she laughed hysterically at the way you constantly put the Q-Ball in the hole, but she would let you have another turn anyway because she low-key felt bad. She would grab your hips and maneuvre them, guiding you. You would bend over the pool table with subtle intent, and you could swear she was looking where you wanted her to look. The game was filled with less of the actual game and more of Shuri teasing both your mind and body.

“Stop,” you pleaded into her, knowing full well you did not want her to.

“You know you don’t want me to.”

“Shuri…please.”

She did not listen. She hugged you from behind, her hands lingering right above your pussy and it made you throb. Your mind travelled to that sinful place consumed with unholy thoughts of how you imagined how skillful those hands were. She was a serious flirt, but you had to convince yourself that she did not like you for the sake of your sanity.

“Why can’t we just stay like this??” she whispered into the nape of your neck. You abruptly turned around to face her, submerging yourself in the depth of her brown eyes. Her curls were coiled to perfection, treading down her forehead like a waterfall. Her mouth slightly opened, revealing the gold layered underneath her two-toned lips. You wanted her desperately.

“Why are you so scared of commitment?” you ask. You knew this was not the place, nor the time, but you were tired. Crippled by the way she had such easy access to you without fully giving herself to you and your body. She let go of you so easily, and your heart sank at the crude gesture.

“Why you always do that, huh? Always ruining it with your stupid questions.”

The lump in your throat grows as you bite on your bottom lip. You fight the tears that are itching to pierce through, but you refuse. She did not get to see you like this. She didn’t deserve it.

“Fuck you,” you say through heavy lungs. You begin to make your way out the door, but you're stopped by Shuri’s hands gripping your waist, forcing you to face her. You don’t fight it. There’s no use.

“Is that what this is all about, nkosazana? You wanna fuck me?” her voice is so silky and her words seep through your pores, forcing your body to give into her. “Cuz I will, if that’s what you want. Bend you over the pool table if I have to. Give everyone a show.” She was devious. She knew the dominance her words had over you, and she never failed to use that to her advantage. She toyed with you, knowing you’ll run back without fail.

You look at the space around you. The restaurant is pretty empty for the most part, the people that are there are fairly good at pretending to mind their own business.

“Shuri…let me go,” you gently plead. She obliges, aggressively making her out of the restaurant and back into her vehicle. You follow her. She does not open the door for you this time.

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The car ride is quiet and unfamiliar, her tunes calmly playing in the background being the only thing keeping you from going insane. You have no idea where she’s taking you, and you’re honestly too afraid to ask. You look up at her for a quick second, her jaw is clenched and her eyes are low. She looks tired and you almost feel bad.

“Where are we going?” you ask, breaking the deafening silence.

“You’ll see.”

She pulls into a park, leaving you confused but you let her lead the way. She puts her car in park, and begins to stroll as you try to keep up with her. The park was quite beautiful and secluded. There was no one here, but you can still hear the music of the busy city playing in the distance.

“Shuri…where are we going?”

“I said, you’ll see.”

Shuri continues to stroll, stopping at a pretty open field with trees sprinkled here and there. There is however, one larger tree that overshadows the rest. She makes her way there, sitting on the soft grass that grows beneath. You follow her, doing the same. Shuri stays quiet for a few seconds, basking in the wind that seeps through her curls. It’s a beautiful sight really, the way someone so energetic and full spirit takes the time to bask in what nature has to offer. You wonder what’s going on in that mind of hers, what hides behind the smile she chooses to wear everyday. Finally, she speaks.

“This tree reminds me of home. Not as strong, and nowhere near as tall, but still beautiful nonetheless.”

You smile, noticing the subtle melancholic gaze in her eyes as she admires the strength of its bark.

“This is where I come after every argument I have with you. I sit here, and reminisce on what once was…and think about all the ways I’m hurting you. I don’t mean to but…I just wish I could be better.”

You take her hand, and she lets you. There’s a question stuck in your throat that you so badly want to ask her, yet you fear the reaction she’ll have. Shuri has carried the title of “the Black Panther” for a couple months now, and not once has she truly sat down with you and told you about how she truly felt about holding that mantle. You swallow, before allowing yourself to ask her.

“So…so how does it feel?”

Shuri looks at you in confusion. “How does what feel?”

“To be the Black Panther and hold all that responsibility? I know you Shuri, you’re hurt. The thing about you is you hurt alone.”

Silence.

“Shuri…you have to be able to talk to me about these things. You have people that love you, that want to be there for you…”

Shuri’s face hardens, her usual sarcastic smile fading into one that’s almost unrecognisable. It’s almost like a veil has been lowered, paving way to what really nestled there and your chest grows heavy at the sight. She places her elbows on her knees and sighs. Your smile mirrors hers, fading as the environment around you grows cold, the air becoming thick. For a moment it seems like Shuri is lost in the blades of grass beneath her, staring intensely into the ground. Her head falls forward, as she noticeably gathers the courage to speak over whatever her heart is trying to hold in.

Finally, her heart speaks.

“You know…when my brother died, I also lost a piece of me. It was one of the hardest things to accept knowing I could have saved him had I had the time to come up with some type of scientific cure to his illness. But then he was just…gone. Taken away from me with little warning. Sometimes I regret not being by his side as he took his final breath, but I try not to be too hard on myself. I was trying to save my brother, and I was doing the best I could.”

“Shuri…I--”

“And then when my mom was taken from me…” she pauses and bows her head. Tears gently fall from Shuri’s eyes, like dewdrops. You feel the tears swell in your own eyes and do nothing to hold them in. Of course you knew that Shuri was hurting from her loss, but never did you truly grasp the hurt that came with bearing the weight of being the Black Panther. How could you?

“I did not want to be the Black Panther. That was never my goal in life, nkosazana. Had you told me a couple years ago that I was going to be Black Panther in a few years time, I would’ve laughed in your face…” Shuri lets out a faded smile, combating tears and fighting the swelling in her own throat. “I cut my hair when I lost my brother, as a sign of grieving. It’s a Wakandan practice. And I’m not even a spiritual person but it seemed like the right thing to do…for him.”

You look at Shuri, admiring the dark yet beautiful significance behind Shuri’s short curls that caress the edge of her forehead. For a moment, you remember Shuri with her once braided hair, and you remember the reaction you had when she suddenly cut it off.

“You cut your hair?? But why??”

“What’s wrong? You don’t like it?”

“No, I like it. I really like it…but why the sudden switch up?”

“I don’t know. I just felt like something new.”

And you smiled at her. She looked good.

Your stomach turns as you remember that conversation. You remember the way she looked that day, sadder than usual even if she tried her best to uphold her same, sarcastic self. Her almond eyes were weary, and you were oblivious to the significance behind her short curls.

“I promise you y/n, being Black Panther does not feel good. Not for the reasons I am anyway.”

You close your eyes, allowing the tears to stream without halt. You wanted to grieve alongside Shuri, letting her know she’s not alone.

“I’m sorry…I wasn’t intending to--”

“It’s fine nkosazana…I needed to let that out,” Shuri assures you.

You force out a soft smile, adjusting yourself so you’re sitting on your knees in front of her. You heighten yourself to meet her eye level, cupping her tear stained cheeks as you bravely place a gentle kiss on her forehead. Shuri smiles tenderly, exhaling in relief. She grabs your hands as her own lips meet your knuckles. She’s so beautiful. Even in the midst of her pain and tears, her vulnerability makes you want to pull her in and take her pain away. If you could, you would. But you can’t. Instead, you just allow Shuri this moment of brokenness, evident of what she hides behind the bright sarcastic smile she wears almost everyday.

For the first time in your friendship, you feel like you know her. Truly, truly know her. Beyond her jaded smile, her capability to light up the room, and the hurt that comes after, you finally feel like you see her for who she is. You ponder all of this, making your already complicated relationship with her even more complicated. You loved her, you can admit that now, but you also loved yourself. It was no secret that Shuri was broken, but it often felt like she was slowly but surely breaking you in the process. The way she would lure you in, lead you on, and then leave you with nothing, it hurt. But you knew you couldn’t just leave her, and now you fully understand why.

“I’m sorry I can’t be what you want me to be. I can’t give you what you deserve,” she says, almost like she’s reading your mind.

“And what is it you think I deserve, Shuri?”

She takes a deep breath in, admiring the tree that hugs the both of you, making you feel small.

“You deserve someone who’s gonna make you smile, gonna give you 100 percent. You deserve someone that’s not gonna make you feel like…this.” She holds your hands, just brushing her lips against the crevices of your knuckles.

“Shuri…I don’t need 100 percent. I just need you to be honest with me.”

She continues to look down, her tear stained cheeks gleaming against the sky’s reflection. You place your palm on her cheek, and she buries her face there. You love her. Oh how you love her.

“I want you to know I’m here for you, Shuri. And I love you…but I can’t keep up with this push and pull with you because everytime we get closer, you pull back, and it’s exhausting,” you choke up.

“I know, sthandwa, I know.”

“Then why do you keep doing that? It’s hurtful, but you know I can’t stay away from you, you KNOW how much I like you and being around you makes me feel…incredible. And sometimes it seems like you feel the same but then other times…not so much.”

Finally Shuri’s dark eyes meet yours.

“You know I love you, right?”

“No, actually I don’t know. I know you’re broken and I know you need love, but do you actually love me?”

“I do.”

“Then let me in. Let me be there for you.”

Silence.

“Shuri…please.”

“Don’t leave me,” she pleads.

“I’m not going anywhere, baby. But I NEED to know that you’re not going anywhere either.”

“Everyone I love…dies.”

You sigh. Her hurt is so heavy, it seems like the atmosphere around grows thicker with each tear that’s shed, making it harder to breathe.

“Shuri--”

“No, listen to me y/n. Everyone I love dies. Do you understand that? It’s why I could never allow myself to fully give myself to you, because if I admit that I love you, then what happens? I can’t lose you. I just can’t, I need you, please don’t leave me,” she cries through shattered breaths. She is sobbing, her face buried into your hands as your knuckles collect every tear that streams down. The sight of her in complete and utter surrender to her brokenness forces you to pull her in, her head seeping into your chest as she weeps into the fabric of your shirt. You hold her like your life depends on it, like HER life depends on it.

“Sshhh, baby it’s ok. It’s ok baby, I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere, you hear me? I’m not going anywhere, I’m right here. It’s ok.” You repeat those words over and over again, as many times as necessary until she believes it. You hold her in your embrace, as her stifling sobs become less and less. Even when her sobs come to a halt, she lingers in your grasp, basking in your scent that she loves dearly. You remind her of home and you wanted to be her home, even if that meant having to deal with the reality of her shattered heart. It didn’t matter to you, because you were more than willing to pick up the pieces along the way and fix it like a 1000-piece puzzle. Shuri clears her throat, wiping the tears off her face as she comes back up to meet your gaze. Her face was puffy, her lips swollen from all her crying but even in this state she was beautiful and everything you could ever ask for. She caresses your face with her thumb, wiping away your tears as she finally brings you in for a kiss. Contrary to popular belief, this was your guys’ first kiss. Your lips press against her swollen ones as you relax into her. The world around you went black and white, the tree and Shuri being the splash of colour in the painted landscape surrounding you. She releases you from the passion of her lips and for the first time, everything was right.

“Let me take you home, yeah?”

“Mhmm.”

You guys kiss once more before leaving the comfort of the tree above.

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The car ride allows Shuri to come back down, her sarcastic self returning after pouring her heart before you. This time, it felt lighter. Because even though you have always loved the part of her that was able to consistently bring laughter to your lips, you love it even more now that she has nothing to hide from you.

When you guys reach your apartment, Shuri continues with her usual gestures; unbuckling your seatbelt and opening the door for you. She follows you into your complex, leaning on the door frame in anticipation. On any other day, she would invite herself in without your permission but not this time.

“Can I come in?”

You chuckle at the question. “Of course you can come in.”

You get comfortable in your satin pink Victoria Secret Pyjama set, shorts with a matching button up top. You slide on your fluffy slippers and walk back out as Shuri is clicking away at netflix. Shuri laughs at the sight of you in your pj’s and you give her the finger.

“What? I think you look cute.”

You roll your eyes, taking your place beside her as she continues searching for a movie.

“I don’t see why everyone raves so much about netflix. There’s nothing good on here anyways,” she teases, setting the night on a good tune. You snatch the remote from her hand, looking for your favourite comfort movie.

“What are you looking for?”

“The Greatest Showman.”

“Say what now?”

You hit her on the shoulder, laughing at the way she bugs you.

“It’s a musical. It’s good.”

“Fuck a musical. Imagine if we actually broke into song in real life, that’s how stupid it looks.”

“You’re insane. Musicals are amazing.”

“Whatever. If you wanna watch it, then I wanna watch it.”

You rest your head on her lap as she caresses the curls on your head. She rudely takes the remote and pauses halfway through the movie.

“The fuck was that for? It’s not done.”

“I know, but I’m done. This is boring.”

You alter your position, the back of your head resting on her thighs as you look directly up at her. She lets out a crooked smile, and your heart trembles at the site of gold shimmering on her bottom teeth.

“Those look good on you. Like, really good on you.”

“Thanks, I made them myself.”

Of course she did.

“Well, what do you want to do then?” you ask, unsure if you’re hinting at something deeper or not.

“I wanna do whatever you wanna do.”

“Bullshit. I wanted to watch The Greatest Showma--”

“You know what I mean, nkosazana,” she cuts you off. “Don’t be difficult.”

There’s a brief moment of silence, as you ponder her words. It was all so much. Normally, she would tease you with just the right amount of sex just enough to get you aroused, making sure her grasp on you is still there, and do nothing to ease your sexual frustrations and it was almost hurtful. You desired her in every way possible, yet she denied you the pleasure of her. Was this time any different?

“Shuri, don’t. Every time you do this, you rile me up, get me wet and then leave me hanging. It’s annoying.”

“I get you wet?” she teases.

“Don’t act oblivious. You know you do and you do it on purpose.”

Shuri chuckles at the way you’re so easy to piss off.

“It’s not funny.”

“It’s kinda funny.”

You remove yourself from her lap, sighing in annoyance as your cunt grows damp…again. Shuri kisses you, and you moan into her mouth at the contact of her grills. You didn’t fully notice them earlier when you shared your first kiss, but now you do and your mind pictures the gold grazing other places, and that’s the end of it. The kissing becomes more and more aggressive, forcing you to straddle Shuri. You hover over her lap as you begin to grind lightly.

“Open your mouth,” Shuri whispers, low and husky in her demand. You obey, as Shuri slips her tongue inside, tasting the way you salivate for her. She grabs your waist, influencing the way you grind into her crotch and it makes your pussy pulse in desperation. She pauses as she admires you. You’re so worn down and tired, not only from the intense day you shared with her but because of the endless war you had between your mind and your heart for Shuri. She notices this, the way you crave her and this time she promises to ease your ache. She slides two of her fingers into the satin of your shorts, and feels the soaking wet arousal through your panties.

“Fuck baby, you’re soaking wet.”

You shut your eyes in embarrassment. Nothing is even happening and yet you feel like you can explode from Shuri’s words alone. It’s almost like this was her plan the whole time, to string you along and play with your emotions so when the time came, you would give in without difficulty. You bite your bottom lip as your light moans start to pool out. Your eyes soften as Shuri’s thumb presses your clit through the material of your panties. You rock into her, needing more.

“It’s ok sthandwa, I’ll take care of you. Here let’s get these off you.” Shuri slips the satin shorts off, continuing her slow and torturous movements over your clit. You tilt your head back a little, your breathing picking up as you softly beg for Shuri to give you more.

“Please Shuri, I need more,” you exhale. Shuri smiles, pulling you in for a kiss. She pushes your panties to the side, exposing your milky cunt. The wetness pulled with the material of your panties, making a mess on Shuri’s fingers.

“Bast y/n, how long have you been wet like this??”

“Since the car ride to the restaurant,” you shamelessly admit, trying to control the pace of your breathing. Your chest is heaving up and down, and Shuri rips the buttons of your shirt, your cleavage pushed into her face.

“I’m sorry for making you wait, sthandwa sami, I’ll make it up to you,” Shuri says, driving you insane. “You’re so beautiful,” Shuri continues, but your mind isn’t even fully there. You just want her, all of her.

“What is it you want from me?” Shuri teases, knowing exactly what you want but she wants to hear it from your own mouth. You’re so timid, but not timid enough to keep yourself from getting what you so clearly need from her.

“I want you inside of me,” you pant.

“Uthixo ntombazana (Good girl).”

Shuri takes her two fingers, wetting them with your pleasure before she slips them inside, pumping in out. She slowly, but surely, picks up the pace as you dig your head into her neck, moaning so closely into her ear as inspiration for her to keep going. You feel it everywhere, your whole body on fire as your pussy is screaming to release itself.

“I’m gonna stop pumping my fingers for a moment, sthwanda. I want you to bounce and ride my fingers, pretend it’s my dick, yeah? Wanna see your tits bounce in my face as you ride me,” Shuri softly demands.

“Ok,” is all you’re able to say in the midst of your pleasure. You start bouncing up and down, appreciating every stroke you feel rubbing up inside you. Your cunt is pulsing, twinging for more. You pick up the pace, your breasts bouncing up and down to the tempo of your movements as Shuri just sits there and watches the way your body trembles at her touch. You’re a moaning mess, every leap brings you that much closer to your release and you can feel it immensely. Shuri takes her thumb and circles your clit, forcing you to clutch onto her shoulders as you ride her out. Your head bucks backwards and your mouth is wide open as Shuri’s name falls out, your body sweating at the impact.

“Shuri…Shuri you feel so good inside of me. I wanna cum so bad in your hand.”

“I’ve got it from here y/n, you did so good,” Shuri assures as she proceeds to finger your cunt, curling them just right to hit the area you terribly needed her most. She quite literally finger fucks you, smiling wickedly at the way you surrender to her touch.

“Shuri I’m gonna cum, I can feel it.”

Shuri slides a third finger in, your pussy expands with ease like it was prepared beforehand. You moan her name unapologetically, dipping your head onto her shoulder as your grasp onto her thick curls. Shuri loves the feeling of your pussy widening as she pushes in and out you, assaulting your walls like your pussy belongs to her.

“I’m so close, baby, so so close. Please don’t stop.” Your mind is in another world, preparing your body for the celestial experience approaching the muscles in your cunt. Shuri slams inside you a few more times, allowing your core to finally release itself. Your eyes shut as tears pool out of your eyes. You moan Shuri’s name with confidence, as you bury your face into her neck once more.

“Oh my god, Shuri. UNH. Shuri…I…”

“I know baby, it’s ok. Let it out. Just let it out, it’s ok.”

“Oh my god, oh my fucking god…”

Shuri lets you ride out your high before she pulls out, your slick running down her hand.

“Again?” you desperately plead.

“What’s that, mama?”

“...again?”

“What do you need me to do, nkosazana?”

You get shy and bury your face into the palm of her hands. Shuri places a kiss on your forehead, easing you of your embarrassment. She unclips your bra, your breasts pooling in her face. She picks you up with her panther strength and lies you on your back.

“It’s ok baby, just tell me what you need.” Shuri pinches one of your hard, erect nipples and takes it into her mouth, caressing and fondling your other breast.

“I want you-”

“Mhmm?”

“I want you to touch me, or lick me, whichever one works, just please…please Shuri I need you.”

“I am touching and licking you.”

You can no longer take the teasing.

“My cunt. Please, fuck my cunt, please.”

Shuri smiles. “Anything for you, nkosazana.”

Shuri travels her way down your body, leaving nothing untouched. You are breathing heavily, you have quite literally never felt like this before. Shuri’s mouth approaches your thighs, but she stops to spread you open a little more, admiring the glistening pussy in front of her, wet with the desire that she created. She smiled, proud of the power she had on you. She begins placing kisses in between your thighs and you push your cunt forward, signalling your dire need for her mouth on you. Shuri laughs softly at the gesture.

“Don’t worry y/n, I’m getting there.” She plants a kiss on your throbbing clit, taking it into her mouth, sucking and kissing until it’s swollen. You are a mess, your mouth hanging open from the influence of Shuri’s tongue between your pussy lips. The coldness of her grill and the warmth of her tongue combine to create the most seraphic feeling.

“Do you want me to take these out?” Shuri asks, motioning to the gold layered on her bottom teeth.

“No, please don’t. Please, it feels so good, don't stop.”

Shuri obeys, taking her tongue into the flesh of your sex. Your back arches in response as her tongue meets your clit again.

“Shuri that feels so good, fuck.”

“I know, baby.”

“Please-please don’t stop, keep going.”

“Trust me, I’m not stopping anytime soon.”

Shuri lifts her face off, and looks at your swollen cunt. Her mouth glistened with a mixture of her own saliva and your pleasure. She takes two fingers and inserts them into you, forcing you to grip the fabric beneath.

“You’re so beautiful baby shit. I love the way your pussy wraps so tight around my fingers like that. Like you’re molded just for me.”

“Unh, yeah…I like it too,” you struggle to say amongst your pleasure.

Shuri cocks a smile and continues to pump in and out, placing her thumb on your clit once again. Both your eyes and head fall back, the palms of your hands tingle with warmth.You can feel the nerves around your clit tightening and the muscles inside you begin to shudder.

“Look at you baby, you’re a mess. All because of my touch.”

“Shu-Shuri?”

“Yes baby?”

“Can you put your mouth on me again? Your grills feel so good on my pussy, please.”

This makes Shuri wet herself, although she already was. Seeing the power she had on the beautiful goddess beneath her sent her cunt dripping. But her priority is making sure you cum multiple times before she does. It’s the least she can do after everything she’s put you through.

Without hesitation, Shuri lowers herself back down to your brown pussy. She takes her two fingers, using them to spread your labia open, paving way to the fleshy colour that hid beneath. The sheen glaze of your juices reminds Shuri of the way sap seeps out of trees back home.

“Bast y/n, you’re so wet. So wet and puffy for me.”

She sinks her mouth back down, licking and kissing your pussy lips as she continues to pump her fingers in and out. She takes your clit back into her mouth and slightly bites, sending your mind into hysteria. The mixture of pain and pleasure, along with warmth of her tongue is almost enough to send you over the edge right then and there. And the grills. The grills just feel so fucking good grinding against your clit and pussy lips.

“Yes Shuri, that feels so good. Unh, I want to cum please.”

Shuri lifts herself off and removes her fingers, leaving you completely untouched and it’s unbearable. Shuri notices this and reassures you.

“I’m going to make you cum ok? I can feel your pussy throb on my mouth, y/n.” She climbs back up, placing a kiss on your forehead as she caresses your face. “You’re so beautiful, I can’t believe I made you wait this long.”

She makes her way back down, splaying your knees over her shoulders so she can reach depths you didn’t even know you had. She laps away, making strategic movements with her tongue into and around your pussy, making sure her grills are making contact with your enlarged clit. You're digging your hands into Shuri’s curls, trying not to grasp too tightly but you also cannot help it. You ride her face, circling your hips to apply more pressure. Shuri moans into you as the world around you goes silent, with nothing but the sound of raw lust spilling out of your throat mixed in with the wet commotion of Shuri’s tongue against you.

“Shuri? Shuri I have to cum,“ you whimper.

“Try to hold on a bit longer nkosazana, I’m not quite done. You think you can do that for me?”

“Ye--Yeah. I think so.”

“Good girl.”

You pause your circling hip motions, allowing Shuri to just eat you out. It takes every ounce of muscle in your body to not cum at that very moment, and it makes you squirm in anticipation. Shuri continues lapping away, consuming you like she’s starving. The room around you begins to settle somewhere between a blur and a galaxy with all its colours. You were going to cum, your pussy pleading to spill into Shuri’s mouth. You cross your legs around Shuri, basically putting her into a headlock. Her face is completely drowned into your wet cunt, as you proceed to ride her face. You can feel the blood flow between your thighs increase, causing the blood vessels in your pussy to dilate.You hyperfocus on the way Shuri’s grills play with your clit and it sends you over the edge. You feel it everywhere, from the back of your neck all the way down to the soles of your feet. Your eyes roll back as your mouth drops open, moaning in your utmost satisfaction as your heart pulses almost as fast as the nerves in your pussy.

“Oh my, OH MY FUCKING GOD, UNH. Holy fuck…shit Shuri. FUCK.”

You unlock Shuri from your leg grip, as she comes up and kisses you on the mouth making sure you taste your own pleasure that gleams against her dark skin.

“You’re incredible,” she says into your mouth, trying to catch her own breath.

You blush, still attempting to grasp reality as you push through your orgasmic high. She was more than you had ever imagined, surpassing every sexual fantasy you had of her prior to this very moment.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that, y/n.” Shuri helps you put your pyjamas back on, and you’re trying so hard not to fall asleep. Shuri cradles you into her chest, placing kisses all over your head once again.

“So you’re a ‘sleep after sex’ type person? Duly noted,” Shuri teases.

“Shuri?”

“Yes y/n?”

“Stay with me tonight, please.”

Shuri lets out a mellow smile. “I’m not leaving you. Ever.”

She plays with your curls, delicately placing her fingers between each coil.

“I…I just want to say I’m sorry, for all the shit I put you through. You didn’t deserve any of that.”

You look up at her, her brokenness piercing through those brown eyes you love so dearly.

“Shuri, nevermind all that. Just be with me, yeah?”

Shuri lets out a sigh of relief, a single tear escaping her tear duct.

“I love you so, so much,” she says. You know the strength it took for her to say that, to admit the love she carried after losing almost everyone that came before you. You’re so proud of her, so in love with every ounce of her being that it sets your body in an overwhelming fire. But the heat only cleared the path to the love you wanted to give her, the love she deserved after the world ripped everything she ever cared about.

“I love you, Shuri. Always.”

This is it. This is all you need. All you both need. You fall asleep in each other's arms, as you dream about the big tree. This time there was no brokenness, no pain. Nothing but love and genuine happiness as you kissed her underneath the tree’s embrace. ❁ཻུ۪۪♡

#shuri x you #smut #fluff #shuri black panther #shuri fanfiction #shuri smut #shuri x reader #shuri fluff #sub!y/n

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jordisblogg · 7 months

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producer!shuri x singer!reader hcs

📝: i’ve been thinking about producer!shuri a lil too muchhh.

the whole producer!shuri idea is from @/venusdraco (who’s unfortunately deactivated but ima still give credit!!)

⁀➷

meeting:

✰. -you were sitting on the phone with one of your friends, tems, specifically, ranting on about how you need to find a good beat before the deadline for your new single. you've tried going to london, metro boomin, drumma boy, he'll you even tried to make one yourself, but you couldn't find the right sound you were looking for.

“you know, i've got this friend who's done some of the beats on my songs, she's really good. she’s known for her afro beats but i’m sure she could help you out. i could give you her contact if you want."

you rubbed your temples, 'i’m up for anything at this point.”

✰. you had texted her later on

“hey i'm tems' friend, y/n, idk if she told u about me, but i rily need help and she told me to come to u"

“yeah she told me.i can hook you up, when are you free?”

✰. you both scheduled a date that would work for the two of you and you crossed your fingers and your toes that this would be it, that she was the one who could help you.

✰. you woke up bright and early the day of and got ready, not wanting to keep shuri waiting. when you walked in the studio she was sitting in one of the chairs by the sound booth, man spread, hair freshly curled with a pair of shades perched on top of them, wearing a black nike tech, gold chains adorning her neck. she looked good, really good.

✰. her head perked up and she turned to you, “hey, you ready to get started?”

✰.it had been a good 10-15 minutes and you think you both were getting somewhere. but you could hardly focus. shuri’s cologne was getting all up in your nose, she smelled intoxicating.

✰. and the way her tattooed fingers turned the knobs on the booth to how she nodded her head softly to the beat. and her jawline?? don’t even get me started—

“here, listen to this” you hadn’t even realized you just spaced out on her. you watched her put her headphones over your ears.

you stared into space as the low beat played. it was melodic, soft.

once it ended you took the headphones off and set them in your lap. “well?”

you smiled, “i love it.”

✰. your single ended up being nominated and won an billboard music award. you couldn’t have been happier. (song is at the top)

✰.once the event was over and you collected your flowers you took your ride back to your luxury apartment.

just as you were placing your award on a shelf, (you still needed somewhere to put it) you got a notification. you pulled your phone out, a text from shuri.

‘congratulations, beautiful, you earned it.🎉’

you smiled, hard. you feel like you wouldn’t have gotten this award if it weren’t for shuri. you needed to repay her somehow.

and beautiful???

‘thank u so so much, shuri. i couldn’t have done this without you. how can i ever repay u’

‘let me take you out to dinner’

dating:

✰. even though you have more than enough money to take care of yourself, shuri still spends on you.

you could be on the phone telling her the new fendi bag you’re gonna buy and then the next morning you see a cash-app of 3500 with the caption ‘just because❤️’ but you knew why.

✰.she’s always going to give you princess treatment.

anywhere you wanna go, she takes you. anything you want, she gets you. money is no problem for her. (shawty bae already a queen, producing just adding to that)

✰. when she has to fly out for sessions/bookings, she always takes you with her.it helps make the trip bearable even if she’s cool with the client.

✰. she always sends you big bouquets of roses once out the week (she would send you more but the last time she did, you told her you didn’t have anywhere to put the others)

✰. you both are regularly in the studio, so you don’t really have a whole lot of time with each other. but when she finally gets to see you, she can never let you go.

following up on that, shuri’s very clingy and overprotective of you, not that you don’t mind, mainly cause your the same way. when you’re both at events, she doesn’t do a lot of mingling, even when the other artists try to talk to her, she’ll talk to them, still being right next to you.

✰. a few days after you two started dating, you were both chilling up in a club and you both got a little caught up in each other and the alcohol. the next morning you had woke up to a bunch of notifications on instagram and tiktok. everyone knew about your relationship. and for once, theshaderoom wasn't wrong about something.

you scrolled thru all the comments, some good, some bad.

"well, at least all those other bitches know who i belong to" she says as she lazily wraps her arms around your waist.

✰. likes to put your voicemail’s or just your voice in general on some of her tracks.

✰. your each other's plus one to every event, whether your nominated or not. you both always try to match for the red carpet, whether that be jewelry or clothes.

✰. shuri had originally been in wakanda playing with beats with her cousin, erik, who had taught her a few tricks. and after the death of her brother and mother she moved down to the states to get away from pressure, but she still devotes most of her life to her technology.

✰. she loves to take pictures of her baby, most of her camera roll is of either you or pics or you and her, either way you’re in them.

in fact her lock screen is literally a picture of you asleep on her chest, bonnet half on and drool seeping from your lips.

“shuri change that right now!”

“but you look so cute!”

✰. she goes to all of your concerts. and when your up on stage, you make sure to point her out. and when you both do a collab you bring her on stage and the fans eat it up every time.

✰. her nicknames for you are most definitely baby, my love, mama, princess etc.

✰. your contact in her phone is ‘umfazi’ (wife) because she knows you’re the one she’s going to marry.

✰. most of your songs are about times you’ve spent with her.

✰. shuri told you about her first time hearing your voice. she was hanging out with her friends for the night and they had bought tickets to your show, shuri wasn’t aware of who you were at the time, mainly because you were still coming up.

when she had saw you up on stage, it was like the world had stopped moving. your voice was so angelic, she felt like she was in a trance. and god you were gorgeous. you still are.

“i knew then that you were destined for greatness.”

“how come you never came up to me?”

“time wasn’t right, but i ended up bagging you in the end”

“oh shut up”

✰. it’s a known fact, shuri smokes weed. when she got together she wanted to make sure you were okay with it or not. when you told her that you partook in it, you were now her designated smoking buddy.

bongs, pens, smokes, edibles. it didn’t matter.

✰. shuri’s told you once before that even though you do it for show, she does get a little jealous when you bring other girls up on stage and get a little too touchy for her liking.

but you always tell her that she’s the only one for you. you’ve even had to explain that to her press.

“so y/n, we’ve seen that during your shows you’ve constantly brought up girls on stage with you. how does your girlfriend, shuri, think about this? have you had any conversations about it?”

“one, my girlfriend has already told me her thoughts on the matter and yes we’ve had conversations about it, two, i bring up my audience to give them a chance to feel like they’re really apart of the show y’know?”

✰. during interviews, shuri can’t help but smile at the mention of you. i mean full on cheesing!

“we’ve noticed you and y/n have been getting pretty serious, taking her out on private flights, fancy dinners, take it things must be goin smoothly, yeah?”

the corner of her mouth turns up in a smirk, “yeah, i always give my princess what she asks for”

✰. she doesn’t like to argue with you because the second she sees a tear role down your cheek, your lip quiver, or hears a tremble in your voice, she’s crumbling, scooping you up in her arms and rocking you back and forth, repeatedly kissing your temple and chanting apologies in your skin.

“i’m sorry baby, i’m sorry. please forgive me”

✰. she teaches you xhosa every time you ask. she giggles at how you pronounce the words, putting clicks at the wrong time.

“shuri stop laughing!”

“haha.. i’m sorry mama, cmon i’ll help you”

✰. will always do your nightly with you. she won’t tell you, but she secretly loves doing face masks.

✰. that girl stays in sweats, don’t matter what type of weather. winter? sweat suit. summer? t-shirt and sweat SHORTS.

“shuri come on wear some jeans with me, we supposed to be matching!”

“we are! your jeans are blue and my sweatpants are blue”

“ouu— you piss me off”

“kodwa uyayithanda” (but you love it)

✰. ever since that first meeting, you barely go to anyone else for your beats, unless necessary, in your opinion shuri knew how to do your genre of music, and pretty well, so there was no point in going to anyone else.

(plus it’s free.99)

✰. your facetime calls range from 5-24 hours. mainly because y’all don’t know how to say bye to each other.

“i love you baby, get some rest”

“i love you more”

“oh did you hear about that guy who was at drake’s concert?”

“no? tell me!”

bonus:

just because you’re constantly going to shuri to help with your music don’t mean y’all don’t have any complications.

“nooo— im talkin’ ‘bout dum dum doo duh”

“that’s what i just did??”

“no you did dun boom dun dun”

“what??”

“SHURI OH MY GOSH”

“STOP SCREAMING AT ME”

#shuri udaku #shuri x reader #shuri x y/n #mcu shuri #shuri x black! fem! reader #bpwf #shuri fic #shuri #jj’s fics

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letitiaslabyrinth · 11 months

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AT THE END OF THE DAY

warning: angst, family issues/death, soft/quiet shuri, Riri's the best and most patient girlfriend ever, gentle riri, shuri paints as a coping mechanism, Shuri has more tattoos and piercings pairing: Riri x Shuri word count: 1.3k

Shuri walked around her lab, making sure everyone and everything was fine and in working condition. Once she was done and ended up double checking things again, she went over to her own desk to begin working.

Shuri felt her heart beat slightly pick up. She brushed it off and continued what she was doing. But it sped up more. and more and more, until she was breathing heavily and her vision was going in and out.

"Everyone, get out." Her eyes start watering. "GET OUT!" She screams.

The room was empty in seconds.

Shuri put her hand in chest and sank to the floor, crying. "Griot," she says softly.

"Yes, my queen?" The A.I answers.

"Call Riri. Tell her it's an emergency."

"Calling Mrs. Williams now."

Riri rushed into the lab, frantically looking around for her wife. She stopped for a second and heard crying. It was soft but she was able to figure out where it was coming from.

Riri kneeled down next to Shuri, "Baby, what happened?"

Shuris breath hitched in her throat before she looked up and spoke, "I… I was trying to work and my heart, it started picking up but when I tried to brush it off, I-" Riri could see how much talking about it hurt so she brought Shuri into a hug, rubbing circles on her back.

This wasn't the first time Shuri has had a breakdown while trying to get something done. And Riri knew the reasons, too—her family.

Shuri had gotten the news about T'Chala's death when she was here, working, and since then she'd tried to push down whatever sort of block that was trying to stop her from doing anything in the lab. But when Ramonda died? It was the last piece of hope, of fight, of anything that was still in Shuri and all of it was shattered completely. Whenever Shuri tried to work now, flashbacks of what Namor did would run through her mind until she got broke down, just like she did today.

"I wanna go home.." Shuri mumbled into Riri's shirt.

"Okay." Riri wiped away Shuri's tears and helped her up, bringing her all the way out the palace and into their car.

Shuri was in the backseat, laying down with one of Riri's hoodie's and a blanket that was already there.

"You want anything from the store before we go home?" Riri looked in the rear view mirror when she didn't get an answer and saw Shuri shaking her head. Riri said a quiet, "okay." and started their drive home.

Riri carried Shuri to the couch in their living room and gently put her down, trying not to wake her. She kissed her forehead before going to the kitchen to make her wife something simple to eat since she knew Shuri doesn't eat much when she wakes up.

When Riri reaches the couch, a sandwich and hot cocoa in hand, she sees that Shuri isn't there. She puts both down and creeps into Shuri's art room quietly.

Shuri still has on Riri's hoodie and the blanket as she continues to paint the formally white canvas with a myriad of different colors. She's mostly sticking to different shades of purple and orange—her and Riri's colors.

Riri stood in the doorway without a word, letting her wife express herself freely and with no interruptions.

"Ri?" Shuri says, turning her head slightly and putting down the paint brush.

"I'm here." Riri goes to her side and kisses her on the forehead, "I'm right here."

"Thank you." Shuri says softly.

"Of course, mama. You hungry yet or you wanna keep painting?"

"I could eat." Shuri takes the canvas off the easel and hangs it up to dry. She follows Riri out her art room, the blanket still on her shoulders and goes to sit in the couch with her snack and her drink.

"I'ma be right back, alright?" Riri says.

Shuri nods twice, slightly zoning out while she eats.

Riri comes back 15 minutes later with a new outfit on—a Nike's gray sports bra with matching sweatpants and sits down next to Shuri. She notices how Shuri only ate half of her sandwich but finished her cocoa. "You done with your food, mama?"

Shuri shrugs. "I'll probably finish it later or something, just don't throw it away please."

Riri hums and takes the dishes to the kitchen. She puts the rest of Shuri's sandwich in the fridge and washes out her cup. She gets a cup of water for herself before making her way back to her girlfriend.

The two of them watch TV in comfortable silence for the next three hours. The channel switched between things Shuri wanted to watch and things Riri wanted to watch but since they mostly liked the same shows, neither of them minded what the other picked.

Shuri's head is on Riri's lap while Riri drags her fingers over the sleeve tattoo Shuri has on her right arm and among the other ones she has, this one is Riri's favorite. It was the only one with color on it so naturally it stood out.

Shuri feels her eyes dropping and lets herself drift off slightly but not completely.

"I love you," Shuri mumbles softly.

The last person Shuri said that to was her family when she was saying goodbye to them at the beach in Haiti.

Riri froze for a bit, her hand stopping completely. Ever since Shuri's grief started consuming her, she'd stop telling Riri she loved her. Riri knew Shuri loved her but not hearing her say it for a while hurt far more than she thought it would. She would tell Shuri she loved her and not get an answer back, just a soft smile and a kiss on the forehead. Sometimes Shuri would try and say it back but it felt so forced that she just stopped completely.

Riri leans down and kisses the tattoo she was touching, "I love you, too."

Shuri hums happily. "I'm sorry for not saying it more often."

She's being open right now, something she knew she needed to work on when it came to her and Riri's relationship.

"It's okay, mama. I know it's difficult for you."

"How come you're so…"

"Understanding? I don't know exactly what you've been through when it comes to relationships, Shuri, but you shouldn't have to ask to be understood or heard when you're speaking. Especially not when it comes to me, alright?"

"You're the first woman I've been with who isn't…tired of me, yet. You're the first woman I've been with who actually makes me feel like it's okay to have bad days and to not want to get out of bed sometimes and it's new to me. The first time I spent a night at your place, I felt so safe with you and it felt so weird to me because I've never felt like that before and at first I didn't understand it and even now, I still don't…" She sat up as she started rambling. The conversation switched topics three times but Riri didn't bother mentioning it. All that mattered to her is that Shuri was actually talking to her when she was having a bad day. Usually she'd isolate herself in her art room or her "Panther cave", as she liked to call it.

Shuri stops talking, realizing that Riri wasn't saying anything. "Sorry, I completely went off track."

"It's alright, baby." Riri reassures. "I like hearing you talk about things you're passionate about."

"Really?"

Riri nods, "Yes, ma. You can continue if you want."

Shuri doesn't waste any time getting right back on track to what she was talking about.

#black wlw #lesbian #shuri x riri #shuriri #fluff #angst #black panther #black panther wakanda forever #shuri udaku #riri williams

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liyawritesss · 1 year

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ꜱʜᴜʀɪ ᴜᴅᴀᴋᴜ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

Character: MCU!Shuri Udaku

Type: Headcanons

Synopsis: Some general headcanons of mine for MCU’s Shuri Udaku!

Warnings: Some BLACK PANTHER: WAKANDA FOREVER spoilers if you haven't watched the movie

A/N: Before I drop my Shuri fic on Friday, I think it'd only wise I share my headcanons for our queen <3 These headcanons will cover Black Panther 1 and 2 with hints to events such as the Blip since I haven’t seen that movie.

Black Panther…

In BP1, we see Shuri has a playful, mischievous, know-it-all aura around her. She isn’t afraid to let people know what she’s thinking, and takes fun in pulling pranks on her older brother and close friends (excluding Okoye. NEVER Okoye. She learned that the hard way).

She has basic defense and offense training, as she’s able to wield a spear and hold her on in sparring. However, she doesn’t like the spear as she doesn’t see it as versatile enough, which has led her to start tinkering in the realm of weapons. She’s always trying to pitch new weapon ideas to Okoye, but she always shoots them down with a history lesson on why the spears are important to the Dora Milaje. Though that hasn’t and will not stop Shuri from trying to change the General’s mind.

Shuri wasn’t always a morning person. In her youth, she hated getting up super early for training practice and family matters. But by persuasion from her father, T’Chaka, she slowly started to come around to the idea of being an early bird. The deal was if she woke up she’d be able to fiddle around in the science lab before her training. Now, even though her training is not required anymore, she’ll still wake up at the ass crack of dawn to get her day started.

She has a playlist for everything, but she has one specifically tailored to when she’s in the lab, and also what projects she’s working on at the moment. It’s loaded with hella afro beats, some just instruments, others songs from artists like Burna Boy, Koffee, WizKid, Tems, and more. The beats help her focus and act as guides for how she moves around the lab.

Whenever she’s in America with T’Challa, she’s always dragging him to the nearest name brand store like Adidas, Nike, Snipes, etc. Not even to buy things sometimes, it’ll just be to critique the style of clothing, and how she could definitely design better (though T’Challa does end up carrying a bag for her with some shoes, because she always has to get a new pair of kicks when they land in the states.

Even though she’s older and can do her hair on her own, she loves to let her mother do her hair. Ramonda playfully complains that she’s getting older and her hands can’t braid like they used to, but she agrees anyway as it’s one of the times they can actually sit and bond outside of their royal statuses. Shuri puts on some music or an American movie she likes, and they sit and talk and catch up on things they missed while being away from each other.

Black Panther: Wakanda Forever…

It’s no secret that T’Challa’s death had changed Shuri forever. She’s much quieter than before, living in her head, reminiscing the days that her brother was still beside her.

She retreats to her lab more than ever, subjecting herself to long hours and little sleep, trying to distract herself from the truth. To keep her hands and her mind busy meant she didn’t have to close her eyes and see her brother’s face.

Much of her time is spent researching the heart shaped herb. She analyzes the remains of roots that were salvaged from the fire, pairing them with the samples of the herb within T’Challa’s DNA, but it barely gets her half way there to completing the synthesization of the herb. Unfortunately, her frustrations are taken out on the laboratory staff, and while she does apologize profusely to them, it’s become common knowledge to stay clear of the Princess when they see the holographic screen of the heart shaped herb in view.

Sometimes, Shuri will go and sit in his room, touch the items left behind, imagine that he’s still there. The first few months after his death, Ramonda has caught her sleeping in his room, surrounded in his covers, his pillows, dawning one of his sweatshirts, curled up in fetal position. She had no doubt Shuri had cried herself to sleep there. And Ramonda could not blame her as she too spent time in that room remembering her son. Sometimes she’ll leave the princess be, but on a few occasions, she’s slept in there with her.

If T’Challa’s death had Shuri feeling too much, her mother’s death had her feeling nothing. Numb. All her emotions were buried with the last person who truly knew her.

In public, she has to keep up a straight face, but in private, she’s hysterical. She doesn’t know whether to laugh, cry, lash out, curl into a ball, burn everything within sight. Anything and everything is an enemy to her when she’s in this state, and she will not hesitate to treat an unsuspecting palace staff member or Dora Milaje warrior as such. It’s best when the princess has returned to her chambers, to leave her there, and under no circumstances, disrupt her.

It’s only after hearing her mothers voice again, during her fight with Namour, that Shuri begins to have some semblance of a healing journey. In seeing N’Jadaka in the Ancestral Plane, her rage was validated by her deceased cousin, of which bore a similar pain. It was only when she came to terms with her rage and anger, that she could then begin to move forward, and in turn, offer Namour the option of surrender instead of killing him.

The world had taken too much from her for Shuri to be considered a child. No, she was a woman, queen-presumptive of Wakanda, and through the death of her family, she has learned many things.

It’s been advised that Shuri develops a relationship with Bast, as she is the new Black Panther, and would need guidance from the past mantle-holders in order to be the best possible protector Wakanda needs. She isn’t sure if she can - unsure if practicing a faith she had been estranged to since childhood and her livelihood as a scientist can coexist harmoniously. But for her people, her friends, and herself, she has to try.

And Beyond…

As queen-presumptive, Shuri spends a lot of time in preparation for her coronation. She appoints M’Baku as interim ruler in the meantime, to not leave the throne empty and also as a way to integrate the Jabari tribe back into Wakanda. She understands that she isn’t in the right mental state to rule, and M’Baku, despite his brutish demeanor, only cares for what’s best for Shuri.

In her time away from the throne she often visits her nephew in Haiti, developing a relationship with him, telling him stories of his father and grandparents, and it’s through him that Shuri slowly but surely returns to her old self again. Toussaint brings the light back into her eyes, and solidifies the belief of her people that death is never the end. Because whenever she looks at Toussaint, she sees her brother.

Shuri keeps in contact with Riri via a discrete version of the kimoyo beads, disguised in a silver band that she gave the younger scientist before she left Wakanda. They talk frequently about the projects they are working on, and Shuri has even given advice to Riri for rebuilding her Ironheart suit since the original still sits in the lab.

Shuri takes time throughout the week to visit the people of the capitol. They know her as the genius princess who has developed everything they use in daily life, but Shuri wants her people to know her on a more personal level. She’ll go out to the market, visit schools, and even holds virtual tours of her lab for aspiring scientists.

When she finds herself down, Shuri takes walks. Doesn’t matter where, doesn’t matter when, she’ll just walk to clear her head. Around the palace, around the lab, up Mt. Bashenga, through the city streets. It makes for a hard time for Okoye to keep track of her.

Besides Toussaint, Nakia, Okoye, Riri, those within her most inner circle, Shuri tends to keep new relationships at an arm's length. It’s a defense mechanism - she doesn’t want to get hurt again if someone new comes along in her life and ends up leaving. It’s something she’s working on. But through time, patience and understanding, Shuri will open up. Just be there for her. That’s all she really needs right now.

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