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"Should you be back in my lab so soon?"

Her voice makes everything still, and not even Ayo's eyes so firmly set on you matter. Every muscle in your body is frozen, as always.

"Your majesty," you nod, and watch as Shuri makes her way inside. "I'm sorry. I know you said don't be back so soon—"

"And yet, here you are," Shuri interrupts. In under five seconds inside the room, her presence has commanded everything—from your prognosis projected from your beads into thin air, to the aura of command that so far, belonged to Okoye sitting in the corner with her legs crossed. "What was it this time?"

"Reckless abandon and, what I suspect, the desire to see a certain—" Okoye starts, only to be interrupted by you.

"Improvements." Your heart rate betrays you in the back, but Shuri's eyes are on you. "Ayo mentioned improvements. I'm always curious."

"You don't have to be curious and injured to come here," Shuri shrugs. "You're the youngest Dora in training Okoye's ever recruited. I trust you not to break things or touch anything in the lab you shouldn't."

It's not the things I'm worried about.

"Let's take a look at you." Shuri's words make you nod, solemn and tongue-tied.

As straightforward as ever. Ayo clears her throat, and says, "As I was saying, Your Highness, our dear sunshine over there thinks she's still in the ballrooms sometimes."

"Ah," Okoye smacks her teeth. "You're just upset she injured herself after managing that move."

Ayo scoffs, turning around with her mouth wide open. "She almost stabbed Aneka."

"Almost being the keyword," Okoye retorts, sending you a smile that turns sour in two seconds. With her eyes set on you, her eyebrows pierce together. "Never do that again without telling me first that you'll be trying your... dance-y moves."

"Ah. So that's what it was?" Shuri asks, and you have to blink away from her eyes to be able to answer.

"Just trying out new things," you answer.

"Your 'new thing' made you dislocate your shoulder, clavicle and—Bast, how are you just sitting there?" she turns around sharply to the other Dora in the room. "How is she not knocked out in pain?"

"Drugged," both of them answer at the same time.

Your nod comes a beat too slow, and Shuri registers as she turns back to you.

"Yup." They definitely gave you something on the way in. "I am a-okay."

For the first time ever, you hear it.

Shuri laughs.

The sound freezes you again—it spells all the cells in your body, caught under an immediate trance. You only heard it before a couple of times, under different circumstances.

Under different times.

Times when Shuri was still Princess, and not Panther. Times when she had witty remarks, cheeky smiles, and middle fingers to offer to anyone willing and asking for it.

Bygones; or so you thought.

A quick, military sweep of the room — a surprising feat for your altered mind — shows you're not the only one surprised by the sudden burst of laughter.

Only two seconds of it, but the first one is enough to almost shock you back into sobriety, and the second has enough room for your heart to break. Ayo and Okoye share a look, and the amount of sadness that pours between pokes between your ribs.

Then, the laugh ends, and the moment was unfortunately too short for you to enjoy it.

"A-okay," Shuri mutters, chuckling. "You sounded like Ross for a second."

"The coloziner?" you shriek.

Shuri smiles at you, and damn it—"The one and only," she replies with a smirk. Her expert hand sends all your files flying, and she gestures for someone outside the room's glass walls. "I'm glad you're under medication already, 'cause I'm pretty sure this is about to hurt."

"Doras feel no pain," Okoye sneers.

Both you and Ayo nod in agreement. "No pain."

"Really?" One of Shuri's eyebrows goes up. "So if I do this—," she pokes the tip of her finger right against your clavicle and smiles when you wince. "Ah. I thought you felt no pain?" the sarcasm drips from her just like her damn clothes.

Why does she always look so good? "That was mean," you whisper. No whine comes out of you, because Okoye trained you better than that.

Shuri's smile widens as the doctor walks in, and she stands still in front of you for a moment. "Just a reminder that you're still human." Something else trembles beneath the surface of her words, and it compels you to look into her eyes. "One about to be part of the most well-trained and skilled army in the world, but a human, nonetheless. Please be more careful."

Please. The knot that grows in your throat out of nowhere is hard to swallow. "I will, my Queen."

"I saw you here not two weeks ago," she goes on. You can feel the doctor's hands starting to roam on your arms, and Ayo excuses herself with a quick 'we'll wait outside for you'. "I meant what I said. If you want to look at designs, just drop by."

"And bother you while you work?" you scoff in laughter. "I wouldn't dare to assume my time's that precious."

"Ouch," the thump of Shuri hitting both hands against her chest makes you look up—her hands placed over where her heart is, and her face set in a theatrical look of pain makes you feel so stupid and gone. You wanted her to smile like that all the time, preferably because of something you did or said. "And here I was, thinking my spar companion was at least a friend."

A friend.

You bite down on the cry of pain when the Doctor puts something back into place, and offer Shuri the best smile you can at the moment. "I was here thinking I was just the miserable, unlucky girl who Okoye wanted you to have as a punching bag."

Shuri cackles again. "Right. The prodigal punching bag who's been keeping me on my toes outside the suit, you mean?"

The lessons — twice a week, by the riverside, at dusk — are somewhat of a dream.

"How can I keep you on your toes if I don't end up here every now and then?" you gesture with your head around the lab, and Shuri's mirth is gone from her eyes.

"You're more creative than this," her tone is scolding. "Aneka took it easy on you. I don't want to see you coming back worse because you tried something on Ayo and she severed something that might never be replaced."

You nod at that. "I'll be more careful, your Highness."

Shuri opens and closes her mouth once, then nods at you. Whatever she wanted to say is left aside as she nods towards Vance, then leaves the room with Griot speaking on her shoulder.

You'll see her in two days.

It'll twist your insides as much as it does every time.

"Girl," Dr. Vance snorts, and you groan.

"Shut up."

"Good Bast, Shuri is blind."

The promise works, if only for a little while.

It's hard not hurting yourself when life does that by itself, so easily, and so often, too. It's hard to stay away from something that's a part of your road, and unfortunately for you and everyone around, bruises and aches were a part of you for as long as you were alive.

For a few weeks, the purples on your bodies and the grunts that come out of you come, for the most part, from your training sessions with her.

Black Panther.

Shuri is as deadly without the suit nowadays as she is with it, but as a woman of science, her training was nowhere as intense as a warrior.

You were training for six years before she took the mantle, and now, graduation is on the horizon.

"Eyes forward," Shuri whispers, right before she attacks.

The glint of purple and black paints your skies too, because of her.

It's so hard to focus when she smiles.

'Do not think I haven't noticed how poor your focus is when she's on-field, child.' Okoye, once reinstated as General, took you back under her personal wing. 'If that goes on, you will never graduate.'

It works, the slap on the face.

Fighting Shuri becomes easier once it's resignified to fighting for her, and the bruises come less often.

There's your graduation.

A whole new line of Dora Milajes—and you're one of the sixteen.

Shuri dances on the stones of the waterfall, and you think happiness is the only thing that looks more fitting than the mantle on her.

"Now I'll never see you around my lab again," Shuri jokes in the middle of the celebration party.

She found you with a drink in hand talking quietly with Nakia in a corner, speaking in hushed tones about trips around the world if you ever managed to take a vacation, and Nakie excused herself as soon as Shuri arrived.

It made you feel suffocated.

She had on traditional fighting clothes, and even the smooth, cold drink was going down in hard gulps. "Don't worry, I'll find a way."

"Yeah, it's called taking my invitation."

"I've been there," you argue with her, trying to fight a smile. "I went to see the new suits. And the improvements to the spear."

Shuri shakes her head. "Okoye's request."

"I went there two weeks ago to pick up the gadgets and stayed for hours. I'm pretty sure I got in the way of your work and made you arrive late for a UN meeting."

Shuri smiles as she shakes her head again. "The pick up was Ayo taking advantage of you. The meeting—," she tilts her neck. "I didn't want to go anyway. You just gave me a good excuse to show up fashionably late."

"I heard you made a scene."

"It's a thing we Wakandas too once outside our nation. You'll find out soon enough," she leans against the counter, and you almost take a step back because your brain alarms go off—

too close, too pretty, she smells so good, oh Bast please send me a light and I'll do all my morning prayers, I swear—

"'m not sure the General's keen on letting any of us new girls go out any time soon."

"I'll ask for my friend to be my escort as a personal favor, how about that?" Shuri wiggles one eyebrow.

Cool, you think. "I think you're above playing favorites," you chuckle.

"Then you don't know me very well," she whispers, smile turning into a grin. "See? That's why I'm bringing you along."

"We'll see about that, your Highness."

Being hurt is part of the job, but not a part Shuri is fond of, you discover.

Each time you shrug off the shrapnels of savages attacking your nation or the swollen bumps around your body, her face loses every inch of that easiness it had.

Shuri demands you to slow it down, to take it easier, to—"stop jumping head first in front of things! Are you out of your mind? You're not a human shield!"

To which Okoye fights back with, "My Queen, with all due respect, that is exactly our duty. To you, and to Wakanda. We are your defense. She was just doing her job this time and, doing it well, may I add."

"Her spear's not a shield, General. Something that, may I remind you, all of you have in your uniforms. Shields! So she doesn't end up like this!"

It's only when she raises her voice that you notice.

Shuri's chest panting.

"General—," you start, but as always, Okoye's a step ahead.

"Your Highness," her tone is gentle. It's the same tone you've heard her speaking with the kids, and sometimes, you. "I'll be back in an hour to check on her and my other two girls. And then we'll discuss the attack. Is that ok?"

"It is. You may go, General," Shuri nods to her.

And then, you two are alone.

And it hits you. "Panther," you whisper.

Shuri shakes her head, pacing around the room. "I'm thinking, give me a second." You doubt a single thought could be formed after the day you two had, but if one person in the world could have them, it'd be her. "It has the be something I'm missing—a breach, a—a bug. Something."

You see the way she rubs her hands together and try again. "Shuri."

After more than a year of working closely together, it's one of the few times you've used her name, and it works the same as the others:

Everything else stops, and Shuri turns to you.

Her posture relaxes as if someone pulled a pin.

"I'm sorry," you tell her. She's still in her Panther suit, and it's all you can get out. The lab is pitch black dark except for the glimmer of the machines that are turned on, and as she steps closer, you hear the stupid announcement of your vitals monitor alerting of your heartbeat rising, and shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

As blind as she can be, Shuri is not deaf.

"Why are you sorry?" she asks.

The sounds grow louder because she only stops when her legs touch the side of the bed, and you have nowhere to hide your nervousness. "I told you I'd be more careful and..."

"You weren't."

"No," you look away from the sewing pattern of the suit and try to find a thought that doesn't involve the way you can still feel the air humming around her. "And you seem... worried."

"Seem?"

It's like a hiss.

You look back at her, and Shuri runs one of her hands over her face.

She exhales loudly, and when her eyes find yours, your mouth runs dry.

"You jumped," she whispers at you—out loud, like a confession. As if you weren't there, and she somehow can't believe that. "Right in front of me."

You did, and you would again, and she knows that. You nod, unsure of what to answer, if you even could answer. Unsure if you would be able to no matter how much you wished to.

"Your eyes were on that thing, and I know you heard the drop, but..." there was no time for her to reach it. "I had to," you finish, and the little smile that forms on your face seems to do it for her.

Something snaps inside Shuri because her whole face loses its composure, and both of her hands come up to cup your face, alerting to what must be the entire building that you're on the cliff, hanging over and looking down at a heart attack.

"Never. Do that. Again." Her palms are sweaty on your cheeks. When she speaks, Shuri's bottom lip trembles, and all you can think is—

Oh.

I'm blind too.

"I have to," you repeat a little dumbly.

Shuri laughs, right in your face. It sounds like disbelief, and her hands grip you tighter, and you have to bite back a whine at how much you enjoy the force of that hold. "You're going to kill me if you do that again. Did you know that? Griot informed me. Griot said, 'My Queen, I'm obliged to inform that your heart has reached concerning rates', as if I didn't fucking know, as if—as if—," her chest moves up and down faster again, and you do something you never thought you'd have the guts to—

You hold her back.

It's surreal to feel the texture of the suit underneath your hands, but what's even crazier is the notion that she's under it.

"Breathe," you whisper to her.

"I can't—" she exhales shakily, and you plunge forward with your gut.

When her hands cupped your face, you tuned out everything around. The embarrassing heart rate, the machine noises; anything not Shuri didn't matter, and when her breathing comes out in raggedy tries, your lips reach forward before you realize what it is you're doing.

When you do realize it, both of you are caught under it.

It's a spell, you think.

Attraction. Love.

It's white noise and being submerged underwater all the same time—it's the feeling of her soft, delicate lips on yours, and the way you can feel her pulling in a deep breath before she whispers, "Bast..." and leans forward again.

Whatever it is that keeps you tied to her, you embrace it. Magnetism, gravity, electricity—it must be a little bit of each, all thrown into the bowl like the best recipe in the world, and the result is there,

on her lips, and the taste of her kiss.

Bast, indeed.

You'll never let go of the bruises if this is where they land you in.

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The princess was a strange one, not Princess Shuri, but the one where King T’Chaka and Queen Ramonda found her as a baby near the shoreline with no mother or father. Ramonda had given birth 6 months ago to their daughter Shuri and T’Chaka was hesitant to add another child to the mixture, but Ramonda convinced him and it was almost as if Bast blessed them because (Y/N) was the final piece to the puzzle.

“(Y/N).....(Y/N)! Open your ears, sister! What do you have going on in that mind of yours?” She jumped as Shuri snapped her fingers before sped around the lab. She glanced at the scientist as she scrambled through her files. “Shuri, what are you looking for?” Shuri was paying her no attention as she let out a whoop of success before heading downstairs, the taller woman falling suit. (Y/N)’s long skirt flowed like waves in the ocean, she dressed like her mother, very formal and always in long dresses or skirts,but she typically wore neutral colors like green, brown, tan, but black and white was her bread and butter.

(Y/N) attempted to make conversation, but only to be met with silence and the occasional huh, so she decided to go to the heart of the capital. Slipping past the Dora Milaje as her giggles carried throughout the wind. “Princess (Y/N), what do you think you’re doing here?”

“M’Baku, if you could be any louder?” The leader of the Jabari chuckled as he squatted down, getting a good look at the young woman. “But if you wanted to know, I’m wandering around, everyone has important things to handle.” M’Baku nodded as he watched over the citizens of Wakanda, sending Jabari tribesmen further out. “What about your other tasks? The children have been missing your presence in the classes along with Nakia.”

She awkwardly looked away, rubbing her arms. She missed interacting with the children, but since Nakia left Wakanda, it never felt right. “Maybe I’ll talk to Queen mother about starting the program again, it would be nice. I…Nakia was my buffer, you know how I don’t really fit in and she put the time and effort into getting to know me for me and not just as a princess that has no claim to the throne.”

M’Baku leaned against his staff as he rolled his eyes. “Your outcome could be different,Hanuman sees a different path for you, one that is brighter than anyone among the Wakandan royal family.” (Y/N) gave a pointed look with her hands on her hips. “I’m not marrying you, M’Baku.” He’s been chasing her ever since they met as children, hoping down from the beam, he still towered over her. “I wasn’t even proposing. but you have an aura that’s a fire, but it’s not violent, it's caring and nurturing. Unlike your sister or-”

She placed her hand on his chest, effectively shutting him up as she gave him that look, tired of Hanuman speeches along with how different she was, it was irritating enough to be reminded that she wasn’t truly wakandan. “M’Baku, I appreciate your….advice, but I’m a normal woman, that’s all. Now, I must go, enjoy the rest of your day.” Picking up her skirts, she started her trek back to the palace, ignoring the eyes that stared daggers into her back as she left.

Nightfall soon fell, the citizens retiring for the night, all except one, (Y/N) had bouts of insomnia and nothing worked for her. Slipping on some slippers, she made her way to the river. She spent the majority of her nights there, enjoying the sounds of nature, but tonight she grabbed her art supplies as she wanted to create another piece. It’s months that she felt inspired enough to even look at her blank canvas, dusk collecting her tools and she almost felt like she lost her passion.

After T’Challa’s passing, she felt the world stop, she couldn’t breathe; it was as if someone stole the air from her lungs and held it hostage. She remembered that day vividly, she flinched at Shuri’s screams,watching her younger sister reach for their brother’s cold body. Queen Ramonda was already ushered out, sobbing as Okoye held her as she tried fighting her own tears. “(Y/N)?” M’Baku questioned as wrapped his arms around her. He gently rubbed her back as she sobbed into his chest, watching as they placed the white sheet over T’Challa’s body.

She sighed as she came to, laying her blanket out as she made herself comfortable. The moonlight was a comforting light, it felt like a mother’s love; warm and unconditional love. Something that she craved, being an outsider was hard; no one really talked to her, most didn’t trust her even though she’s lived here her entire life, but no one has actually tried it with her because she was technically a member of the royal family.

She prepped her canvas, cursing as her locs fell across her face, knowing she was forgetting something. Unbeknownst to her, a figure was watching her, barely hovering over the water line. His dark eyes roamed her curvaceous figure, childbearing hips and with her breasts almost spilling from the top of mauve silk nightdress. He slowly moved closer to her, not wanting to startle her as he could hear sing softly as she painted away, unaware of his presence.

As he moved closer, he bit his lip at her full lips, soft round face, that he could only imagine how they felt against his. He could only imagine how heavenly she felt, plush as the finest furs and he couldn’t fathom her not being taken yet. He’s watched for years, children naturally flock to her; treating them with the utmost respect and care. “Ndingazilibala njani iibrashi zam?” She muttered as she rummaged through her bag. A forgetful little thing, it’s either primary colors or tonight, it’s brushes.

(Y/N) hummed a childhood nursery rhyme as she painted, the subject was unknown, she knew it was a man, he seemed to be a divine entity, the regal look he wore. She paused as she heard footsteps, jumping back. “Relajar, chan.” Her eyes shot daggers at him as she tried putting distance between them. “What are you even saying?! You came out of nowhere and…” She paused at the site of wings on his ankles, disturbed and confused by this mysterious man. “Who are you anyways and how did you get in here?” She knew he wasn’t wakandan, his native language, his attire was foriegn to her. He chuckled as he stepped closer to her, the scent of the ocean rolled off of him in waves.

“My allies call me K’uk’ulkan, but my enemies call me Namor, but Princess (Y/N), you can call me, In ajawo’. (My king) I’ve been watching you for some time now and your beauty and grace is unmatched, truly ethereal.” His rough hand barely grazed her cheek as he looked down at her, her eyes filled with wonder before she suddenly pulled away. “I don’t care, but why are you here? How did you sneak past the barrier?” He chuckled as he looked around, enjoying the cool weather. Everything was much more…cleaner, the water wasn’t polluted, the sea thrived in this area. “You're very lucky, ko’oj, I’ve seen how Wakanda treats you, a very beautiful and intelligent woman, who happens to be an outsider adopted by the Queen. In Talokan, my people would welcome you, some of my people have seen your struggles to be accepted and we sympathize with that.”

Namor stepped away as footsteps got louder, he knew he couldn’t risk being caught this early on. “Until next time, ko’oj.” “Princess (Y/N)!” She jumped when Okoye and Ayo stepped through the bush, spears drawn as they surrounded her. “Okoye, what’s the meaning of this? I was just painting-” The young woman fell silent at Okoye’s glare, shyly looking away. “What did I tell you? You cannot be out here this late at night, your mother-” “Ngoba? Andikho kuluhlu lobukhosi, ukhuseleko lwam alukho kuqala kuye.” (Why? I am not next in line for the throne, my safety is not her priority.) (Y/N) said as she hurriedly grabbed her slippies, trying not to cry from frustration. “Why? It doesn’t matter if you’re not in line for the throne, your mother still wants to see you safe. We can’t do that if you’re going to sneak out.” Ayo spoke, planting her spear into the ground.

Wordlessly (Y/N) headed back towards the palace, ignoring Okoye’s and Ayo’s questioning. Queen Ramonda sighed in relief as her daughter walked through the living area. “She wasn’t hurt or anything?” “No, my queen, she’s fine, but just irritated.” Ramonda rolled her eyes as she stood from the sofa. “Of course she is, when she’s not?” Okoye cleared her throat, shuffling on her feet awkwardly. “My Queen, may I suggest, she was sent to live with Nakia? Maybe that would be a better environment for her?”

“I just lost my son and my other daughter has pushed me away, why would I send one away especially now?” Okoye stayed silent, knowing if she spoke one more word, she would incur her wrath. Ramonda truly cared for (Y/N), but she couldn’t treat her like she did Shuri. No matter what, the council would never recognize her as a member of the royal family. Ramonda knew it strained their bond as (Y/N) grew older, but it wasn’t just with her only, it affected everyone else’s. Dinners would be lively and full of smiles, until it just became Ramonda.T’Challa’s illness consumed him and Shuri had taken the responsibility to cure him.

Namor quietly painted, deep within his thoughts, frustrated that the conversation was cut short. Those pesky warriors always seem to be tracking her, which he understands, but she was adopted, she has no claim–nothing, so why are they so adamant on keeping her safe? “K’uk’ulkan, Ba'axten j-binech chúunk'iin o'niak. Yaan k beel cautelosos yéetel leti'ob.”(Why did you leave late last night? We need to be cautious about them.) Namor placed his brush down,sighing as he stood to his full height. “Namora, Ba'axten cuestionar in. A wojel ba'ax ma' pondría ti' talamilo'ob k máak u propósito ti', waal mía.” (Why question me? You know I wouldn’t purposefully endanger our people, my child.)

“In wojel ba'ax ma' u harías, ba'ale' Táantik u K'astal u ajawo' yéetel u protector.Táan ti' jump'éel kúuchil talamil yéetel ma' in wa'alike' u bixake' prudente perseguir ti' jump'éel le princesas ti' le k'iin.” (I know you wouldn't, but they just lost their king and their protector. They're in a vulnerable place and I don't think it's wise to pursue one of the princesses during this time.) Namora knew he was infatuated with the princess, but she needed him to be focused on Talokan and their needs. She quietly left as Namor became unresponsive, not trying to upset him.

Namor sighed as he stared at the mural, understanding where Namora was coming from. Wakanda had opened herself to other nation’s and their greed. Vibranium was a precious resource to both countries and he knew that countries like France and The United States wouldn’t understand, they only see the potential of how dangerous it could be. Namor also knew that they wanted to be the ones who held the power over their heads. He needed to plan this strategically if he wanted this partnership to come to fruition.

(Y/N) allowed a couple of days to pass before heading towards the river bank, leaving her kimoyo beads if Shuri were to track her. She creeped through the brushes, her head on swivel as she constantly checked around. “For a princess, your guards are incompetent, especially the taller one. Are those your best warriors?” She jumped, whipping around to see Namor’s smiling face. “Oh Bast,”She held her chest as he chuckled,”You’re very fast for someone’s structure.” “I cannot help it, my wings assist me in much of that, but I’m glad that I’m able to see you again.” She couldn’t help notice how close he was to her, his body heat radiated off of him even though he was drenched.

“Your clothing….you’re older than what you appear, a couple of thousand years, perhaps?” Namor let out a hearty chuckle, at her guess and face; her round cheeks puffed out at the audacity of him to laugh in her face. “I’m closer to 500, where did you think that?” He teased, leaning closer to her as she stuttered, looking away as she tried to defend herself. “I…I’ve dealt with aliens and talking raccoons, who appeared older than me, but were younger, but 500? What exactly are you?” He appeared humanlike, minus the pointed ears and the wings on his ankles, along with enhanced abilities.

“I’m a mutant, close to 500 years ago, my mother and her people ingested a plant infused with vibranium, hoping it would cure the disease that Spanish conquistadores, but instead it turned their skin blue and gave them the ability to breathe underwater. At first, my mother refused because she didn’t know how it would affect me, but the priest convinced her otherwise. She prayed for a protector, having their homeland taken by the Spanish and having to start over, that’s when she was blessed. I was born, but I wasn’t like the typically Talokanil, I could absorb the oxygen from the air as well the sea, that’s why named me K’uk’lkan.”

Her eyes widened at the mention of vibranium, giving him a skeptical look. “Vibranium? It only occurs in Wakanda, how would that be even possible?” “Vibranium is rich within the Atlantic Ocean, my people use it for everything from tools to our homes, why do you think Wakanda is the only place who has it? My necklace is made of vibranium along with my belt.``True to his word, it glowed a deep royal purple, the tell-tale sign of its true nature. Namor tilted his head, curious as he twisted a loc on his finger; (Y/N) was too deep into her thoughts to care. “That's what I've been told since I was child, that’s all I’ve known, the royal family don’t certain things to be taught or allowed in the city, it may be different for other tribes, but my mother made sure that our minds weren’t tainted by the outside world.”

Her words said one thing, but eyes said another, denial and confusion, but mostly denial. “One day, I’ll bring you to Talokan and show you the city, see how vibranium is used by my people, it’s more antediluvian, we keep everything simple because once you become more advanced, I believe you begin to lose your edge. I would rather miss the bigger picture once, than continuously miss the smaller one.” (Y/N) gave him a look, crossing her arms over her chest. “But as king or a god, whatever you are, at one point, you’re going have to look forward. As royalty, our respective citizens expect us to have their best interests at heart and if we need to improve their lives by expanding and improving, that’s what we have to do.”

As the days bled into months as the season changed, (Y/N) snuck away more often just to steal a glimpse of Namor and vice versa, if she could spend hours listening to his voice, she could. The more she spoke with him, the more her heart wanted him. It was something about Namor and how he was able to work through her walls, shattering them one by one until she couldn’t hide anything from him. The fleeting touches and the lingering hand kisses only awakened a hunger in her that he could only sate. The council could tell she was much happier, which to some was suspicious. She wasn’t seen with anyone throughout the tribes, which irritated Ramonda, she was just happy that her daughter’s mood improved, well at least one of them. She was still trying to help Shuri; grief affected everyone differently, but she worried about her mental health.

(Y/N) stepped through the entrance, scientists bowing their heads as she stepped through. “Shuri, would you like to come with me on a walk? It would be good for you to get some fresh air.” Shuri ignored her as she continued to run calculations as she barked orders at Griot. “I can’t, too much to do and not enough time.” “I understand that, but you cannot be your best if you’re not nourishing your body and that also goes for your mental health as well.” Shuri slammed down her tools as she glared at her younger sister.

“You’re just like my mother, always nagging.” (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed as she followed Shuri, barely holding her tongue. “What do you mean by that? Shuri, what’s happening to you? This isn’t you.” “Because I’m irritated that you’re walking around here, smiling and happy! Did T’Challa mean nothing to you!?” The scientist looked at her younger sister with tears in her eyes, Shuri was jealous, she struggled with the guilt, she couldn’t save her brother in time. She was one of the brightest minds in the world, she could solve any problem, but that She was also irritated by everyone who decided to move on, acting like the world didn’t stop.

“Shuri, he meant everything to me, he’s my brother no less like you are to him, but don’t lash out at me! Don’t you think I’m not suffering? That I don’t cry myself to sleep every night?” A heavy cloud settled between them, suffocating as they stared at each other. Technicians slowly sneaking out, knowing that they have no part in this conversation. “I know he’s with the ancestors, but he’s not gone. Death isn’t the end-” She barely dodged the tool coming at her, whipping around in disbelief. “What has gotten in your head?! Why are you acting like this!”

Shuri kept raging on, destroying her lab as (Y/N) tried calming her down, stepping over broken glass. “Shuri, calm down before you hurt yourself!” Her ears felt itchy as the room became unbearably hot, the cool tile shifted into sand as the room melted into the Saraha desert. The sudden heat was suffocating as if the burning sand filled her lungs as she sank to her knees.“My child, my sweet child, the world hasn’t been kind to you.” (Y/N) couldn’t make out the language; she couldn’t make out anything as the light was blinding as the mysterious woman led her like mother to her calf.

Shuri had screamed for a doctor as she witnessed her sister collapse, barely breathing as she wheeled away. The news spread fast within Wakanda and the Jabari, M’Baku rushed towards the palace as the citizens crowded the walls. “What could’ve happened? A simple argument turning into this? Shuri, what actually happened?” Ramonda pressed as Shuri nervously bit her lip as she held herself, trying not to break down. “It was! It just got out of hand and threw some tools at her and then she asked me what was wrong, that's when she collapsed! I didn’t mean to cause her any stress-”

(Y/N) blinked away the sand as stepped into a temple, gaping at the symbols adorned across the walls. “Hieroglyphics…All of this is, but why me, I’m normal, I have no ties to any higher being-” “As my daughter you do, I dreamt of a child, a daughter after being trapped away for millennia. I watched my sons fade away into nothing, time is precious, but it can also be a curse. I held on as much as I could before I was forced to bestow my powers onto you, but I cannot hold on any longer.” She placed a palm on her forehead, whispering a prayer as her eyes glowed. “I don’t understand-” “You won’t understand until you have to, take my gifts and do good with them.”

Her eyes flashed open as she felt around her body, connected to wires and an EKG machine. (Y/N) slowly climbed off of the table as she walked towards the entrance. “Princess (Y/N), I advise you to stay and I’ll notify Queen Ramonda that you’re awake.” “No, it's fine Griot, just keep it a secret.” She muttered as she headed outside, sighing deeply as she laid back against the cool metal, her eyes fluttered shut as she slowly regained control of her limbs.

Moon was high up, illuminating her path as she headed towards the river, humming softly as she played with the lotus necklace. The world seemed different, she could feel the energy from..everything. It wasn’t overwhelming, as if it was a calm stream in the middle of summer night. (Y/N) sighed in relief as she stepped into the water, her salvation–her oasis in the middle of the desert. Namor revealed him as he realized that it was his querido, welcoming in his arms, which she gladly took, giggling as he left small kisses across her throat. “I missed you, you collapsing would’ve never happened if you moved to Talokan with me.” Another kiss. “Never stress, only endless pleasure.” Her breath hitched as his rough hands slid underneath her gown, grazing the edge of her panties. “Let me give you that, In reina.”

“Please, Na- K’uk’ulkan, please-” “I know, just trust me, okay?” He gently placed a mask, rubbing her hip as she inhaled the gas feeling her breathing slow. “You’re going to love my home and hopefully, you can call it yours one day.” He whispered, caressing her cheek as walked further into the ocean, whispering promises of pleasure.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE”S GONE?! SHE WAS IN A COMA AND SHE JUST WOKE UP AND LEFT?!” The council, Dora Milaje, Shuri flinched as Queen Ramonda shouted, demanding answers as she stared at Border Tribe, the so-called protectors. “We didn’t see or hear anything out of the ordinary, she must’ve snuck out while we’re doing shift changes.” One of the members bowed his head in shame. Shuri was in the corner, trying to figure out where she went. “What about her kimoyo beads?” “She deactivated the video capture and the GPS, wiped it clean before she tossed it in the river.” Ramonda screamed, utterly gut-wrenching as she sank to knees. Losing two children so soon was something she didn’t want to happen, ordering anybody to look for her, because she was not resting until she was home safe and sound.

(Y/N)’s hands ruffled through the linen sheets as she came to, the bed was fit for a king, massive and absolutely comfortable. “Good morning, my beautiful beautiful (Y/N).” Namor stepped in,carrying a plate of food. “I wish I could show you everything, but you would be crushed by the pressure, the deeper we go.” He took a seat at the edge of the bed, smiling softly. Namor dreamt of this day many nights, the sight of his love in his realm, it awakened something deep within him.

“I appreciate this, K’uk’ulkan, I honestly do, but I feel there’s more to this.” She pushed her empty plate away, watching him carefully. “That's why I'm drawn to you, come with me and I’ll answer any questions you have.” Gently taking her hand, Namor guided her to his mural, knowing it would be worth it to see the wonder in her eyes. “These paintings tell my story, over five hundred years worth of history, some of them also contain my wishes for the future as well.”

Her fingers touched a depiction of a wedding, surrounded by loyal subjects and generals alike. Her gaze lingered on the bride, she wore traditional clothing, the finest fit for a queen,the red and the orange accentuating the green,blue and gold shades. “I dreamed of you centuries ago, I felt a connection when we first met, you were scared, but I could see the curiosity in your eyes. I don’t want to force you into-” (Y/N) placed her lips on his, silencing effectively. His body seized as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her lips were softer than he imagined. His hands gravitated towards her waist as he deepened the kiss, her hands cupping his face as she sought his lips out. “K’uk’lkan…” He pulled away, still gripping her hips as he looked into her eyes. “I want this, I want you and everything that comes with it, we can deal with the consequences later.” His smile became wider, kissing her temple. “I wanted to give you this,”He fastened the bracelet around her wrist,”It was my mother’s, it was made of the same plant that gave life to my people.”

(Y/N) whipped around as the curtain fluttered open, her eyes widened as the blue woman stepped in, holding a bowl. “K’uk’lkan, Táan ts'o'oksik.(it’s ready)” She bowed her head, Namor gave his gratitude as he turned towards (Y/N). “Do you, Princess (Y/N) of Wakanda, accept this gift and my proposal to rule Talokan with me?” She looked between his hopeful eyes and the bowl, knowing she chose him, it would be permanent, there would be no going back. “I do.” His heart raced as she drank from the bowl. “Níib óolal, Namora.” He expressed his gratitude as he held (Y/N), slowly stepping into water as he waited for her rebirth.

“So we’re going to stand here and cry? Someone had to seen something, I’m not going to stand here and twiddle my thumbs, waiting for something to happen.” Okoye snapped as she slammed her spear into the ground. The elders began to bicker among themselves as Ramonda stayed silent. “Queen Ramonda, we’ve had an eyewitness, claiming that she was seen with an unknown man that had wings on ankles and escaped by diving underwater.”

“You’re saying a fish man took (Y/N) and she didn't even struggle? What are you even saying?” The villager bowed to his knees, trembling in fear. “I’ve seen them multiple times, they seemed like we’re lovers. They would talk for hours until one of the guards came or one of them had to leave, but I did hear them plan for a night where he would sneak into the palace.” That’s when Ramonda glanced over at Shuri as she quickly typed on beads, pulling up surveillance footage.

It showed (Y/N) guiding a man around the Dora Milaje, stopping periodically as they were afraid of being caught, she smiled as she ushered him into her room, giggling as he kissed her hands. “You’re going to get us in trouble, ko’oj.” M’Baku was flabbergasted as he watched the two lovers interact, it was always known that he had fondness for the adopted princess, his frown only deepened as they watched more footage, signaling that this has been going on for awhile. “This is highly upsetting, not only this man can sneak into Wakanda undetected, but Princess (Y/N) has been assisting him in doing so. This is treason, am I wrong?” That question immediately changed the mood within the chambers, as a mother, Ramonda wanted to see (Y/N)’s side, but she knew as queen that she needed to punish her for even entertaining this.

“You’re not wrong, but I believe this man is manipulating her, (Y/N) is highly devoted to this country and she would never betray us like this.” Shuri spoke up in fear, looking around the council. “Shuri, Ayo is correct, but Wakanda comes first. By my decree, if Princess (Y/N) is found, she’s to be taken alive and she struggles,then you have permission to kill.”

Namor submerged their bodies as she suddenly awoke, gasping for air as she tried to find the nearest body of water. Breathing underwater as if it was second nature, she looked around before she took off, much to Namor’s delight. “Let me guide you, ko’oj.” She smiled as he interlaced their hands as he took them deeper. The ocean was truly terrifying, but there was a beauty to her as she discovered as her eyes began to adjust. Marine life unbothered by their presence as they swam past. “Is this?-” “Yes, this is Talokan, our home.” He smiled as her mouth fell open as her eyes landed on the underwater country, she couldn’t fathom a country this size hidden beneath the waves. The Talokanil slowly averted their attention to the pair as they made their way through the city, Namor smiling as she swam ahead, her curiosity contagious as she began to zip around.

Namor turned as he felt a tape on his shoulder, smiling as he faced Attuma, one of his trusted advisers.“K’uk’lkan, bienvenido tin wotoch, kin wilik ta taasaj le princesa wéetel.Ma' je'el in criticar u k'alt'aan, ba'ale' con cuidado le ba'ala' u yaantal consecuencias ti' le futuro.” (welcome home, I see you brought the princess with you. I can't be critical of your decision, but carefully, this may have consequences in the future.) Which made Namor roll his eyes, Attuma wanted the same as him; keep Talokan a secret from the surface dwellers, but Attuma never allowed himself to rest and relax. “Centrar k ti' u ma'alob te'ela', Talokan finalmente ti' jump'éel reina, ba'ax u k'áat u ya'al ti' le paalalo'obo' táan ti' le horizonte.Bey disfrutemos ti' in matrimonio tumen jump'éel áak'ab.” (Let's focus on the good here, Talokan finally has a queen, which means children are on the horizon. Let's at least enjoy my marriage for one night.) Attuma only nodded his head as he swam away to begin the marriage celebration.

“In reina(My queen), let’s get you prepared for the ceremony for tonight, you still need to be fitted for your dress.” Leading her towards his favorite seamstress, (Y/N) looked through the dresses as Namor and the older lady conversed in their language. She rubbed her empty wrist, wishing she had her kimoyo beads with her. The seamstress glanced between the amount of fabric and her measurements, before nodding at Namor. It would be close, but she could make it work. “You’re going to look absolutely beautiful tonight.” She squirmed at his kisses, trying to swim away only to be caught.

Namor sighed as he noticed the elders swimming towards them. “This is where we spend some time away from each other in preparation, it’s mostly meant for you, but the entire kingdom is getting ready for the wedding, just relax and enjoy being pampered. I’m sure one of the elders either knows wakandan or english, but that’s going to be my first priority, teach you the language.” He placed a kiss on her cheek before he left.

Namor sighed as he entered the war room, Attuma and Namora with other warriors talking amongst themselves. “Yaan wáaj asuntos importantes u discutir?” (Is there important matters to discuss?) He questioned as he took his seat, Attuma and Namora shared a look before she spoke. “Taak ka'ach in felicitar a tuméen a matrimonio, ba'ale' in tuukultik le futuro.Podríamos yantalto'on formado jump'éel alianza yéetel Wakanda, ba'ale' ti' leti'ob binech in paach.Jach páajtal hayas arruinado jump'éel oportunidad.” (I wanted to congratulate you on your marriage, but I’m worried for the future. We could’ve formed an alliance with Wakanda, but you went around their backs. You may have ruined an opportunity.) “Ba'ax le ba'ala' tu ka'atéen. Ma' habrían aprobado le ba'ala', mantienen ti' le chicas encerradas yéetel puño hierro, ku ts'o'okole' ba'ax podríamos ofrecer. Xan k vibranium, páajtal manejar u bey mismos ti' le amenazas tuméen ts'o'ok u demostrado. Leti' táan destinada tin wiknal yéetel teene' ma' ka'ach u p'atik u jump'éel mortal ku interpusiera ichil leti' yéetel Teene'.” (This again? They wouldn't have approved of this, they keep the girls locked away with an iron fist, plus what could we offer? We both have vibranium, they can handle themselves from threats because they've proven that. She was destined for me and I wasn't going to let a mortal get between me and her.)

Namora narrowed her eyes, she was devoted to her country and her god, but she also knew he was starting to lose focus. “Kexi' a wilik ba'alo'ob tak k perspectiva, ba'ale' k kuxtal yéetel mukul tsikbal u permanecer ti' le anonimato kajnáalilo'ob le superficie Mantats' k'a'abéet u le yáax. Kexi' ka páajtal tokik k wa k'uchul le súutuko', K’uk’klan.” (I hope you'll be able to see things from our perspective, but our existence and the secrecy to remain anonymous from the surface dwellers should always come first. I hope you can defend us if the time comes.)

“Mantats' ts'o'ok in puesto u Talokan táanil utia'al tuláakal, teech ts'o'ok in guiado ichil siglos yéetel le revelador bix a cuestionando in Buka'aj u ba'al utia'al u ch'a' decisiones. Wa ba'al ts'o'oks u yúuchul ti' le futuro cercano, asumiré tuláakal le responsabilidad, ba'ale' tuméen bejla'e' permitir in beel ts'u'ut tuméen juntéene'.” (I've always put Talokan first for everything, I've guided you for centuries and it's telling how you're questioning my ability to make decisions. If something ends up do happening in the near future, I'll take full responsibility, but for now allow me to be selfish for once.) Attuma’s eye twitched from irritation, but he kept his mouth shut as he nodded his head. Namora wanted push this matter further, but with a swift kick in shin from the taller man made her fall quiet.

(Y/N) sat in silence as she attended to, her nerves growing as they continued on, her locs were tied into neat bun as they placed Dahlias in her hair, a few framed her round face. “Jats'uts, tu yéeyaj ma'alob.” (Pretty, he chose well).” One of the older ladies said as she was fitted into her dress, she practically glowed underneath the bioluminescent algae, the coral orange faded into a burgundy as she twirled, smiling as they grew excited. They quickly fell silent as the same man from earlier entered the room. He only stared into her eyes as he stretched out his hand for her, guess it was time.

The ceremonial drums began to play once they caught a glimpse of her, the Talokanil began to chant, very reminiscent of weddings in Wakanda.Dancers guided them as they chanted along, carefully watching the princess. “Phola.” (relax) Attuma could feel her nervousness, while he may not agree with the wedding, but he knew she had to be special if he chose her. Namor was adorned with regal attire with his headdress shining in the lights as he waited for her at the end.

“Táan k reunidos utia'al u celebrar u unión u K’uk’lkan yéetel u xba'al, k ts'o'ok guiado fielmente ti' siglos, wilik k máak prosperar yéetel lolo'ob, ba'ale' Bejla'e' u taak u meentik k'ek'eno'. Cha' u le unión k traiga ya'ab bendiciones ti' venideros ja'ab. (We are gathered to celebrate the union of K’uk’lkan and his bride, he's faithfully guided us for centuries, watching our people thrive and flourish, but now it's his turn to do the same. Allow this union to bring us many blessings in the years to come.) The priest chanted as the Talokanil hollered as Namor fondly looked to her eyes, placing a soft kiss on her knuckles.

“Bejla'e', le presentará u x-ba'al jump'éel siibal meetmaj k'ab, jump'éel signo u lealtad yéetel dedicación ti' leti'. “(Now, the K’uk’lkan will present his bride a handcrafted gift, a sign of his loyalty and dedication to her.) Namor revealed a necklace similar to his, adorned with jade, rubies and pearls, along with vibranium as well with a matching ring, that resonates with vibranium within the necklace and (Y/N) graciously accepted his gift, beaming with pride as he fastened the necklace on. Namora kept a neutral face, but internally she wanted to object to this wedding. She felt her cousin made a decision that will have grave consequences for all involved.

“Wa máak yaan mix objeción, ba'ax ken tijik u k'aab u matrimonio ka' jo'op' celebramos u unión..”(if no one has any objections, may they consummate their marriage as we celebrate their union.) The cheers of the Talokanil became deafening as Namor eagerly kissed (Y/N), one of his hands gripped the back of her as the other planted firmly on her hips. A whine was trapped in her throat as his tongue flickered across her bottom lip, her cheeks feeling warm at his chuckle, enjoying her shyness.

Namor wasn’t wasting any more time as he took (Y/N) into his arms and headed towards his cave, whispering filthy promises into her ear, causing her to bury her face in his neck. With water pouches secured tight onto her, Namor guided her towards his bedroom, it was different. “This is the bed that we’re going to be sharing as equals.” He stated as he pulled her closer to him, passionately kissing her as his hands roam underneath her dress, soaking in her presence.

With quick hands, (Y/N) laid bare underneath, attempting to shield herself from his view, Namor sucked his teeth, pinning her arms down as he made his way in between her legs. “Don’t hide from me.” He left kisses across throat, groping her breasts, roughly twisting and pulling at her nipple as she withered underneath him. “I’ve been waiting for this night for months now, let me hear you, princess.” Dark marks bloomed against her rich umber brown skin as he trailed down her body, whining as she blindly grasped at the sheets. “P–Please, it-its too-”

Namor suddenly rubbed her clit, relishing in her cries as he stimulated her body. “You’re a sensitive little thing, are you?” He teased, snickering as she hid her face. “It’s because I’m a virgin..” He paused for a moment before he manhandled her onto her hands and knees, pulling her pussy into his face as he assaulted her clit. (Y/N) cried out as she buried her face in the pillows, unable to even speak as the pleasure overwhelmed her, pushing her hips back as she sought something.

“Just like that princess..” He mumbled, slowly pushing his thick finger into her, groaning as she clenched. He rubbed her hips with his free hand,”Relax, deep breathes..” He ignored his aching cock, knowing that he needed to be gentle, but the other part of his brain wanted to breed her until she was unconscious. After a moment, (Y/N) pushed her hips back, he gently flexed his finger, smiling as he extracted whines and moans from her. “Let your god know how good he’s making you feel.” She cried out as he brushed against something, it made her brain melt as she was unable to form words.“You’re going to be a good cockslut, aren’t you?”

“YES! I’ll be a good cockslut for you!” Namor beamed with pride at the voice crack, gleeful that she was this thoroughly fucked out. He quickly slid his middle finger in, rapidly thrusting in, basking in her moans as she grasped onto the headboard. Her essence coated his goatee as he chased her high, sucking harshly on her clit as she withered on his fingers, crying as she tried to flee from his brutal pace. “No, you’re going to cum on my fingers and then I’m going to fuck you, now I’m not going to tell you again.”

(Y/N) sobbed as she felt the knot snapping in her stomach, coming on his fingers as stars filled her vision, slumping against the bed. Namor stepped away, licking his lips as he took off his vibranium belt and tossing his shorts to the side. Her eyes snapped open as she felt bed dipped, turning onto her back, her heart started to race as he climbed in between her legs. “Is that supposed to fit inside of me?” He grinned as he jerked his cock, pushing against her entrance. “Breathe and relax for me, princess.”

Namor’s hunger only grew as he pushed in, she wrapped around him like vice, sucking him and refusing to let go. Her jaw dropped as he pushed in, stretching her in ways that she thought it wasn’t possible. He allowed her to adjust to his sheer size, leaving kisses across her jaw as he held onto her hips before pushing the rest of his cock, panting as he thrusted into her, enjoying her nails rack against his back. The room reeked of sex, creating a daze as the pleasure clouded her senses.

“Ono, you’re not passing out on me, we’re fucking until I’m tired.” She sobbed as his pace quickened, blindly grasping for his shoulders. Namor groaned as he continued his onslaught, knowing she’s going to have bruises on her hips in the morning. “Fuck, you’re so tight, so wet for your god, huh?” He knew he was going to remember this sight of her completely fucked out with flowers surrounding her. She sobbed as she weaky grasped at his wrist as he rubbed her clit, much to his disappointment. “Take your hand off, this is my pussy, I’m going to fuck it the way I want to.”Namor cursed as he felt his hips falter as she started to squeeze his cock, groaning as he buried his face in her neck, trying to stave off his orgasm. “Cum for me, In Reina, cum for a ajawo'.” He growled in her ear, furiously rubbing her clit. Her nails dug into biceps as she came, her screams echoing in the cave, flopping onto the bed. Namor cursed as he came, painting her walls white as it leaked onto the sheets, he chuckled tiredly before he flipped them over. (Y/N)’s eyes snapped open as Namor gyrated their hips together, he cackled at the look on her face. “I told you, I wasn’t stopping.”

10 months later

Queen Ramonda and Shuri sat among the riverbanks, it’s been one year since King T’Challa’s death, while the Queen burned her grieving robes while Shuri fought it. “I understand, it's hard, but T’Challa isn’t truly gone-” Shuri threw her an irritated look, shaking her head. “No, he’s gone, he’s not in the trees, in the wind, whatever you try to come with. I can’t act like everything’s okay when it’s not! (Y/N)’s gone and you don’t give a shit. T’Challa’s dead and you act it’s business as usual. I just can’t do it!” Queen Ramonda quickly rose to her feet. “Don’t you ever raise your voice at me, I’m still your-”

Ramonda grabbed a spear as a male figure stepped out of the water, pushing his hair back as looked around. “Wakanda is still beautiful, albeit nothing could compare to my home.” He muttered as his eyes fell onto the two women as they glared at him. “Who are you and how did you sneak past the barriers?” Ramonda questioned as she stepped towards him, ready to strike at any moment. “My allies call me K’uk’lkan, but my enemies call me Namor,” He stated as he stared at them ,”Depending on your decision, I can spare you from complete annihilation or along with the surface world, you’ll fall by my hand. Vibranium was found in the Atlantic ocean by the Amercians with a machine that could detect vibranium, but I destroyed it. I need the American scientist dead, because they’re going to go after her and make her build another one. If that were to happen, everyone is at risk, including my people. Your son’s selfish actions have endangered everyone and you owe us, Queen Ramonda. I trust you’ll make the correct choice, if not, be ready to bury your dead.”

#namor x black reader #namor x reader #marvel x black!reader #black panther x reader

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Beggin’ & Pleadin

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Pairing: Angry/Toxic Shuri X Drunk/Toxic/Singer reader

A/N: Sooo last night. I was drinking. And when I got home I was scrolling through tik tok and was reintroduced to this song. And this is what we got! I wrote this drunkenly in 2 hrs in between 1 and 3 am soooo. Enjoy?! 🤷🏾‍♀️ lol. I’d also suggest listening to the song. Brandy did her big one!

“I know you’re fucking lying Shuri! You’re fucking that bitch!” Shuri grabs your wrist taught, pulling you into her, throwing her arms around your waist trapping your arms against your body as she pressed you against hers to stop the blows that you were trying to throw. Her mouth angrily bear down on your ear “Y/n this is not the fucking time. You drank too much again. You are reeking of alcohol.” Shuri growls into your ear, looking around the banquet hall as every eye in the building was turned towards the scene. It was taking everything inside of Shuri to conceal her anger.

“I don’t give af! About these muthafuckas! You’re trying to play me like I’m a dummy nigga! I don’t care who you are! You’re not bout to play in my gotdamn face Shuri!” You smash down on her foot with your heel, push out of her arms and start beating at her chest. Immediately she gets you back into her grip, not with out you two getting into a slight scuffle as you yell obscenities at her. Shuri easily gets the upper hand, tossing you over her shoulder and begins heading to the exit with you in tow as the Dora surround you both trying to block the scene unfolding in front of everyone. “Get off me! Get the fuck off of me Shuri! You lying bitch!” You scream beating on her back. Bursting through the front doors with you in tow Shuri finally places you on your feet. The rage in her eyes unmistakable as she grips your arms as hard as she could without breaking them. “WHAT. THE. FUCK. Is wrong with you!!! Who do you think your dating a fucking rapper?! This is not the HipHop Awards y/n this is a political event!”

“Move around with that ‘I’m a Queen Bullshit’! You knew who I was from the begining!! And you know I’m not on no pussy shit! So what made you believe you could sit in my face with one of yo’ hoes Shuri!” Shuri allowed an incredulous snicker to escape her mouth.

“BAST! I’m so sick of this shi-“ Taking a deep breath she calms herself to the best of her ability. “You know what you’re right. I was of aware of your background, but I was also under the impression that you were a grown ass woman capable of controlling your emotions and having adult conversations but you know obviously I was wrong about that!” Shuri threw up her hands in exasperation.

“My Queen, I don’t believe this is the place to have this conversation. The crowds are starting circulate again.” Aneeka interupts. Shuri looks around and people have begun to file out of the building onto the steps to see the drama unfold. She groans from the back of her throat, running a hand down her face. “Come on.” She says reaching for your wrist again you pull back again. “NO! Fuck that! I’m not going no where until you answer me!” Shuri turns away, chuckling in pure pisstivity. Thumb flicking the tip of her nose. “I’m loosing patience Sthandwa. We can talk about this at home. I’ll tell you all you need to know.” Her finale attempt at being rationale with you once again went ignored.

“Tuh! I don’t give a FUCK about you loosing patience Nigga! You gon’ tell me what I need to know now!” Shuri bit the inside of her cheeks, followed by a hard bite to her bottom lip, her limit finally reached. Stepping into your face brows creased and face intense with anger, she snaps. “You want to do this shit now?”

“Yea! Let’s do it!” You challenge.

“Ok we’re doing it!”

“Bet!”

“Bet! Who im fucking will no longer be your concern because I’m done with this childish bullshit!” She spat in your face. Your lips turn up in amusement and disbelief.

“You’re done?”

“Done y/n! So done that you can walk your stupid ass to where ever the fuck you’re going because it’ will not be to my place of residence. I’m tired of this drunken insecure fuck shit you pull every other week! So you can get the fuck out of my face.” Your eyes grew wide with shock knowing you’d went to far this time, but never one to back down from a fight.

“Oh Nigga! You got the right bitch!” You laugh sinisterly. “You can keep this shit!” You take your engagement ring off and throw it at her. “Take that shit and give it to one of them other bitches. It’s niggas dreaming about gettin this pussy. And you just opened the flood gates baby!”

Shuri nods and turns away heading to the car.

“FUCK YOU SHURI!” She gets into the car without another glance in your direction and her and the Queens court pull off, leaving you outside on the steps of the banquet hall. You turn around to see people gawking at you.

“The fuck are y’all lookin’ at!” You hike up your dress and begin walking.

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A week had passed since the incident. Luckily because of the exclusivity of the function you and Shuri were attending your falling out was purely hearsay. Only being spread around by unverified sources. But after sobering up. Regret fell heavy on your chest. You’d been trying to reach Shuri for days with no luck. You were layed up in a hotel and though it was nice, it wasn’t home. So now you were headed back to were you belonged. You made your way up to the doors of the palace only for the Dora to block you from entering.

“We’ve been informed by the Queen not to allow you entry into the palace.” Your neck snapped back as you stared them down.

“She can go somewhere with that shit. My stuff is in there.”

“The Queen, says once you have a secure address she will be glad to send you your things.” You laugh out loud. “Get the fuck out of here! Call her and let her know I’m here for my shit! Since she want me gone so bad. GIVE ME MY SHIT Shuri!” The sound of the Dora’s staffs banging against the ground pounded in your chest. “Ms. Y/l/n, we will ask you one more time to remove yourself from the premises or you will be removed.” You scoff.

“I can’t believe this shit. It’s cool, y’all ain’t gotta do all that. I’ll leave.” You turn and walk away embarrassed and feeling bottom of the barrel.

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Rumor had it that Shuri was wilding. Out in the clubs with women flocking to her side. Willing and waiting to get a piece of the Queen. Tonight it was said she had one of the hottest clubs in Wakanda shut down for a party and you were determined to be present. Putting on your sexiest dress a gold metallic low back dress that hung off of your glistening body like a cloth. Leaving nothing to the imagination.

Surprisingly, getting into the club was easy. The only requirement being to be the baddest of the bad. Once inside you walked over to the bar and ordered a rum and coke and began scanning the crowd looking for her. When suddenly there is commotion at the door. The women flocked to Shuri like moths to a flame as her sexy stride led her to a conversation pit like V.I.P section in the center of the club. You watched as women threw themselves at her as you angrily threw back drink after drink.

When a woman slinked her way over to Shuri sinking into her lap, your body got hot all over. And when she began grinding up against her and Shuri’s hands gripped her ass keeping her pressed against her crotch you’d had enough. You downed the last of your drink and stumbled off of your stool making your way through the crowd to the VIP section. Once again you were stopped short of getting through to her.

“She’s my fucking fiancé, I can talk to her if I want!” You slurred to the guard blocking off the section. “Hm. Drunk again my dear? If my memory serves me correctly you threw my ring. Told me to “keep that shit” remember? Now I’m holding auditions for your position.” Shuri eyes the woman in her lap as the woman laid her head on Shuri’s shoulder. “I think I may have found a winner.” Shuri licked her lips and sent a sly smirk you way.

“Ok Shuri! What the fuck you want me to say. I’m sorry?! I’m sorry ok! Stop tripping. I want to come home!” Shuri giggled. “Idk. I didn’t like that one. That didn’t feel hmmm apologetic enough for me.” She said tapping her chin with her pointer finger. With that you stormed away stumbling through the crowd. Behind you you could hear laughter from the women in the section.

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A little time passed when suddenly the lights on the stage flashed on and the club went silent. The sound of your heels clicked against the stage floor as you slightly stumbled up to mic stand. Your eyes connected with Shuri’s as her eyes pierced through you from her section. You slowly lift your arm and signal the band with a snap, the guitar sounds.

Damn girl, why you make it so hard?

Stop puttin' your foot on my heart

I know I did my wrong, I know I did my dirt

Didn't know how bad I would hurt

Told you, "Walk out that door, and you can keep your last name"

Now I'm down on my knees, it's a shame

I'm beggin' and pleadin'

Shuri leaned forward elbows to knees one eyebrow raised as she tuned in to your performance.

Forgive me!!!

You take the mic stand in both of your hands.

Squeezing as you close your eyes singing with all of your heart.

I'm beggin' and pleadin'

Forgive me!!!

Told you, "Walk out that door, and you can keep your last name"

Now I'm down on my knees, it's a shame

Good God almighty

Kicking the bottom of the mic stand. You tip it over to the left and catch it in a lunge just in time to start the next verse.

Damn girl, why you make it so hard?

Stop puttin' your foot on my heart

Know I cussed and I screamed, even took your keys

You drag the mic stand around the stage forgetting you could remove the mic. Ridiculously intoxicated.

Got so bad, yeah I stopped wearin' my ring

Told you, "Walk out that door, and you can keep your last name"

Now I'm down on my knees, it's a shame

I'm beggin' and pleadin'

FORGIVE ME!!!

Finally, you snatched the mic from the stand as you continued to sing the chorus bending down on one knee. Looking out into the audience seeing the women still surrounding your fiancé pissed you off. You stood too your feet and began to slowly descend the stairs keeping full eye contact with Shuri.

Wave me back

All them bitches won't love you like I do, wave me back

You wave your arms around at the women in the area. Pushing a few out of the way.

I got a couple niggas that I can call

Wave me back, wave me back

Yeah I'm hopin' and wishin', every night and day

Waaaave me back, Ahhh wave me back

I’m beggin’ and pleadin’

This time when you made your way to Shuri’s section there was no issue getting through to her. She now sat manspread leaned back against the plush couch one arm tossed on the back of the couch while the other lie lazily across her lap. She watched you intently as you made your way to her. Begging through your song.

I'm beggin' and pleadin'

Beggin' and pleadin', hopin' and wishin' for a change

Forgive me!!!

Beggin' and pleadin', hopin' and wishin' for a change

Ooooohooo I'm beggin' and pleadin'

Beggin' and pleadin', hopin' and wishin' for a change

Forgive me!!!

Beggin' and pleadin', hopin' and wishin' for a change

Making it in front of Shuri. You fall to you knees inbetween her legs. Dragging your mic-less hand from her knee all the way up her thigh. Until you could feel the heat of her core.

Told you, "Walk out that door, and you can keep your last name"

Now I'm down on my knees, it's a shame

Good God almighty

Your head fell into her lap as you finished singing and the band continued to play and a backup singer continued with your “Good God almighty’s” Shuri took her hand that was draped across her lap and took your chin between her pointer finger and thumb, lifting your head so that you could look her in the eye. A smirk spread across her face as she places her bottom lip between her teeth. She lightly taps your cheek twice and says..

“Good girl.”

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pidgemotoiii · 1 year

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Hot for Shuri pt 2

An: HEY THANK YOU FOR ALL THE LOVE, (Why did some of my fav shuri writers like my story!! yall had me freaking out) it's really nice thank you so much. Sorry for being gone for so long I hope this makes up for it. Requests are open please send some in. If you want to send them that is.

Enjoy the fic!

Summary: It's shuri she's hot what else.

Warnings: Badly written smut.

Word count: 3.1k again

Oop forgot Translations: Used yandex translation

Bast, ndandingazi ukuba ungandincumela-I didn't know you could smile at me.

Ewe-angelo-yes my angel

usana-baby

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Previously on ‘Hot for Shuri’

“wai-Wait how about you two have lessons here.” Is she serious? “I could buy some chairs and smaller desks and have them shipped by your second session.” She is serious. Riri considered for a bit, Shuri rocked on her heels waiting for her response.

“Look, see you get two geniuses for the price of one.” If she only knew. Shuri couldn’t contain her excitement murmuring to herself that she'll place the order right now. You couldn’t feel any worse than how you did now.

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A week has passed and it is now Wednesday. One day before you, Riri, and Shuri’s first tutoring session.

“Shuri- we have to talk.” Riri barges into Shuri’s office. It was four in the afternoon. Her walk is commanding and her fists are clenched.

“Not now Riri.” Shuri’s face is in her papers, she is clutching a red pen. Her face is stone cold.

A portable whiteboard with objectives for tomorrow stood opposite her bookshelves. Flash cards also sit neatly, there are a lot of flash cards. Two swivel chairs are positioned at Shuri’s desk and Riri took a seat.

“Shuri, are you really mad at me?”

“I’m not mad at you-”

“Yes you are, you haven’t given me anything to do in the lab for the past week”

“Aneka is also very capable of filing and using a screwdriver.”

“Shuri.” Riri pleads.

“What now?” Shuri was becoming more agitated by the second.

“Shuri! I know you.” Riri tries to grab Shuri's hand.

Shuri yanks hers back and slams them down on the desk. “Well if you knew me, you would have known I was helping her.”

“Helping her?”

“Yes, her. She's been sitting there and not doing anything, asking no question, I don’t want to fail her. If you were trying to help you could’ve redirected her to me.”

“Why are you trying to stop me from getting my money?” Riri questions and takes an immense sigh as she rolls her head. Shuri chooses not to respond and continues marking her papers, head down.

“Well too bad. I'm sorry you’re so hung up on my client but I can't do nun' bout it, she’s paying me, and if you don't like me helping.” Riri paused, “Why’d you let us use your office, huh?” Riri’s face screwed up.

Shuri finally looked up, and flicked her eyes up and then down. "Because.” She smirks.

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Today is the day.

“Lia I'm sure it’s not that bad.” You drew out your voice. Your normal routine of picking Lia up from her two pm Basic Chemistry class is always a joy but today you have another engagement.

“Yes it is. I think she might have it out for me.”

“I think you’re being slightly overdramatic.”

“No- I’m not. I know when someone is looking at me sideways.” When Lia got in one of her moods there was no dissuading her. You should go along with her for now. This time it was about her basic chem professor, allegedly; she's been making her answer questions when her hand isn't raised, taking half points off of her lab reports, and telling her to get off her phone more.

“So like a professor?” You had to remind her some time or later.

“I'm being serious- shut up, there she is.” The woman is really pretty, maybe twenty-six, her hair is in a high puff that’s slicked down, and her attire is suitable for working in a lab, with nothing flowing or too tight.

Lia walked over to her and handed over a green folder. “Miss Pratt, here is my final draft for the different types of foodborne diseases.”

“Thank you Miss Hamilton, I expect this is in a three prong folder and without your name on the lab report.”

“Yes ma’am,” Lia answered respectfully. Professor Pratt collected the report from her hands. As she turned back, Lia did a silent fist pump, and you quietly laughed behind your hand. “You are too much work, Miss Hamilton, I’m not your counselor but don’t let your friends drag you down.” Damn, you’re starting to see what Lia’s been telling you. Professor Pratt just nonchalantly flipped through her lab report. Lia gave her a very stink cut-eye, clenched her teeth, and pursed her lips. ‘Lia don’t do this please’ your eyes implored her.

“Well, I don’t think you don’t have to worry about that, in fact- my friend has something to get to for a professor and you’re holding us up.” Lia was furious, her brow furrowed, her eyes were starting to water, and the metaphorical steam was rolling off her in waves.‘Subtly and Lia never go together?’ You thought to yourself.

“Lia, Lia calm down, let's go, we spent thirty minutes here already. ” You whispered to her while rubbing her back in circles; Hoping to calm her down.

“Thanks, angel, it’s fine. You’re right let’s go.” You 'hmmed'. Professor Pratt glanced up from the lab report, she caught your eye with hers, though there was a feeling you couldn't place. You decided to give a curt ‘good afternoon’, Lia and you packed your bags and left. In the hallway, far enough from the lab, Lia said something.

“Told you, she was an ass.” Lia mumbled while sniffling.

“Hey-hey you could always make a complaint to the Dean.”

“It’s not that serious, I'll be fine.” You gave her a hug sensing that she needed one.

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“Riri!” Your fist knocked on her door rapidly. You started to twitch a little bit, shuffling from one foot to the next and sweat was gathering on your brow.

Lia leaned over to you. “I mean you could come with me back to my dorm-”

“Why would she do that when she just got here?” You knew the accent anywhere. First day of class and you’re already talking about ditching. You hung your head low with shame, but it wasn’t too low to miss the shit-eating grin Shuri had on her face; Lia was no better than her.

“Riri’s coming in a minute but I could get you started on something.” A faint ‘she gonna get you started on something aye.’ You decided to end this interaction here.

“Bye- I have to do real work now.” You told her sarcastically.

“Work, alright then” Lia rolled her eyes and strutted away.

“Real work?” Shuri giggled above you. You seemed to have forgotten why you were there in the first place. She’s just so wow, looking up at her is something that you should do often. For a moment Shuri’s eyes were glossed over but reanimated once again.

“There’s a test on the desk for you.” you gaped at her.

“A test, already?”

“Yes, a test that you need to do. It’s just a general quiz, see where you are and what areas we need to focus on with you.” You flipped through the booklet; it’s ten pages. Do all the multiple choices make it better? Slightly. You shuffle over to your seat and rest your bag down. Shuri glided over to you and set the timer to one hour, she also handed you a pen; you told her 'thank you'.

Fifteen minutes later and you could still feel Shuri’s eyes focusing on you. You felt really good about it, even clenching your legs together. She was posted up by the door, leaning against it with her hands in her pockets. A loud knocking startled her and interrupted your train of thought, which didn't pertain to the test at all.

“Hey! Hey sorry i'm late! That differential equations class, she loves group projects.” Riri stormed into the room, commanding all the attention.

“Sh!” She put her finger to her lips and grabbed Riri’s wrist, tugging her towards her.

“What?” Riri whispered.

“She’s taking the pre-test-”

“When did we decide on that?”

“When you came late” Wow that ended the conversation quickly. Shuri accentuated her words by poking Riri in the chest at ‘you’ and ‘late’. You turned around to see what was going around for yourself. Shuri looked over Riri’s shoulder and mouthed to you ‘It’s fine’ and smiled; You returned a smile to her.

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An hour and ten minutes have officially passed. Shuri and Riri are looking over your paper with rapt attention. Shuri puts your paper down and they take a heavy sigh. ‘This cannot be good.’ you say to yourself. Shuri decides to speak first.

“Ok, we have a lot to do” she walked over to where you were sitting. “Circuits, thermodynamics and quantum physics, the rest I don’t expect you to know yet. Luckily, I caught you early so I could help before the class gets into more strenuous topics.” Riri rolls her eyes at Shuri’s boasting.

“I could get you started on the basics of circuits right now.”

“Alright that's fine.” You answered Riri.

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You take a labored sigh, ‘This is too much work’. Riri’s words morphed into one very long blurb. Something about a series, parallels, inhibitors, and switches. The absolute sight that is Shuri just blended into the background by the forty-five-minute mark. ‘Maybe I shouldn't have taken this class’, you can hear Lia’s smug 'I told you'. Regardless, Riri notices your lack of energy, and she decides that stopping for the day is the best plan of action.

“So.. how was the class?" Riri asked.

“It was good, you didn’t rush or anything, just a lot of information.” You answered.

“That's good, I’m sending you some practice questions and diagrams.” Your phone made a familiar ‘bzzt!’ You told her 'thank you'.

“Alright, imma bounce, don’t forget my money on Monday-” Riri took her bag and gave a short wave to you and Shuri. The door clicked shut, and that feeling came back. The warmth in your lower abdomen disperses throughout your whole body but loves to make a special home between your thighs. You close your eyes and take a breath to cool yourself down. Shuri looks at you inquisitively.

“You do know nobody get’s things right the first time around, yeah?” She looks at you from behind her computer.

“Huh?! Oh-oh, the class.” She lets out a light giggle at your flustered-ness. Awe how sweet, she thinks you're worried about your performance (you are- but not at the moment). Her giggle grew into a boisterous cackle, and you were unsure whether you should join in.

“I'm sorry-I'm sorry it’s just your face when I reminded-” She had to catch herself because of her laughing cutting up every word in her sentence. “When I reminded you of the lesson, your face just-” she made a downward motion with her hands. You were delighted to the fact that she found you funny but to the cost of your hornyness was an issue.

“I promise, I won’t talk about the lessons after we’re done with them.” You gave her a ‘really’ look.

“I swear-” She was so close to you, you wondered if she somehow developed teleportation. Shuri was sitting on her desk, her cashmere pant leg almost rubbing against your arm. You decided to pull your head up so it doesn't look like you were staring at her crotch. Terrible mistake, the peak of her collarbone winked at you through the two unbuttoned buttons on her shirt.

"So, what are we going to talk about?" a weak grin accompanied your question.

"How about your friend? You guys seem cute." She gave an exaggerated nonchalant shrug.

"Who? Lia? What, no, she's a friend, a good friend. Why ask though?"

"I'm sorry, Riri's just been-"

"Ah! I knew it!" You shot up out of your chair knocking Shuri off her balance. She fell with a thud against her desk, your hand on her wrist doing nothing to aid her fall. All you could do was laugh-her eyes widened.

"Bast, ndandingazi ukuba ungandincumela." Shuri expressed sweetly while looking up at you while both of your arms caged her in. You immediately stopped laughing and jumped back realizing the compromising position you two were in. You checked your phone and it was six thirty!? Oh no, you snatched your bag off the floor mumbling a skittish 'I have to go bye!' The tension dissipated Shuri let out a weighty sigh as she got up and picked up her paperweights and pens off the floor. She buttons her shirt and shakes her head.

As you sprinted down the hallway in the corner of your vision you saw Professor Pratt. You didn't know what the look was then but one thing you knew is that it was cold.

"Good evening, Director Udaku."

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You slammed your door shut, threw your bag in the corner of the room, and marched yourself to shower. In which none of your thoughts were consumed by Shuri at all. You ultimately flopped down on your bed after that exhausting day. Your eyes are heavy as lead, your pillow calling you to sleep.

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You knock on the door, “Come, in..”, her voice groggy. She obviously didn't get enough sleep last night. The blinds were drawn slightly shut over the windows, minuscule fragments of light escaping.

She’s at her desk, hunched over again, her head diving forward for the coolness of her desk.

“Shuri..” you cooed, voice lilting on the last syllable, “Please at least close the computer”. Your heels clacked against the hardwood flooring like a metronome. Adding to the soothing haze you were unknowingly putting her under.

You reached her, placed your hands on the desk, and bent over peeking at Shuri’s drowsy form underneath your eyelashes. Shuri's upper body sloped over, head now fully smooshed on the desk, her eyes closed and her hands trying to capture you with as much effort as she can. You being sneaky, you moved back, Shuri sensing your presence is not in immediate reaching distance; she pouts, pushes herself off of the desk, and flops dramatically against her chair.

“Who knew Professor Udaku was just a child in disguise?” Your voice was coy, almost flirtatious. Her face scrunched, then morphed into a warm smile. You let out a sigh and began walking over to her briskly. When you got close to her, she spread her legs, and you ‘hmphed’ as you walked past her. She’s starting to pout again-

“Now Shuri stop that'', your sentence trails into a light whisper. Shuri’s chest feels heavy, she cracked her eyes to see you draped over her. Your hands rubbed her chest and your face nuzzled in her neck.

“You have to stop doing this to yourself, at least for me please”, goosebumps littered her skin as you spoke. Your lips trailed up and down her neck, tenderly kissing her skin. Your hands now grazing the buttons of her white button-collared shirt. Shuri moaned softly, her right arm tugged at your left, and she tilted her head back allowing more area for you to kiss. Your right hand trailed down her shirt slowly unbuttoning, you could feel her abs, they clenched as you touched. Your hand grazes the belt buckle before stopping your ministrations altogether. Her knee jerked and her eyes shot wide as you giggled on the side of her chair.

Her hair was a little roughed up and you could see the perspiration growing in between her brows. She tilted her head, “You think this is funny come here-” You’re trying to back away from her but your heels proved to be your downfall. It only took her two steps to pick you up and throw you over her shoulder. Those abs did not clench for nothing- She plopped down her seat and brought you down on her leg gently.

“Let me kiss you properly.”, she was so demanding but who were you to deny her. She chased your lips with hers but every time she missed and you pulled away. Shuri was fed up now, she grabbed the back of your head and smashed your lips together. You moaned into her mouth

“Shuri..”, she took that opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth. One of your hands that was around her neck slipped into the back of her shirt to unclip her bra. She ground her thigh along your clothed pussy, your slick seeped through your underwear and onto her pants. She trailed sloppy kisses down your neck to return the favor and unhook your bra but she barely managed to suck on your nipple before you interrupted her.

"Wait-wait" you were breathless but you wanted to do something for her. She paused, she looked frightened for a second but she began to understand when you slid down her body. She's moaning unabashedly, the guttural sound she makes. It makes you want to kiss her and leave her breathless as she did you. Unfortunately, you have to focus on your job at the moment.

You come face to face with her clothed mound, and you give her a kiss. You unbuckled her belt, she was more impatient than you, she nearly kicked a hole trying to get her pants off. Oh, you could see why she was so excited now-

"Shuri-"

"Ewe-angelo?"

"How long did you have that on?" You give her a coquettish grin from between her legs.

"Is it bad if I don't remember?" She peered down at you and gently thrust her hip into your face. You got the message but you bit her thigh as payback. "Unh-" She thrusts again, so you decided that holding down her hips was the best option.

You pull down her boxers with your teeth and watched them drop out your mouth and down her thigh. She's so wet, you plunge your tongue in her pussy. Licking her folds, swaying your head from left to right eventually moving to suckle on her clit for more stimulation.

"Agh- you're so filthy, I'm gonna cum, usana- usana- please."

You tilted your head back, your eyes crossed, and your chin glistened. As you caught your breath, Shuri stared at you-

"You want a picture?"

"Is it bad if I say yes?" you chose to ignore that as you mounted her again to kiss and let her taste herself.

"Keep your eyes closed." she told you.

"Ah" you moaned lightly in her mouth as you felt the buzzing of the vibrator against your underwear.

Although when you opened them back to look at Shuri's glistening face, you were met with the ceiling of your dorm. You chose to scream into your pillow thanking every holy being imaginable that you didn't have a roommate. You decided to look for your phone and of course, it was between your legs. You put in the passcode.

'Shit!'

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Professor Shuri

Hey I know I said nothing after ten but is this yours?

12:45pm

Picture

12: 46pm

If it is you can come for it tomorrow after class.

Sorry to disturb you, good night. x

12:47pm

You left your wallet?! What would your mother think of you? Wait no 'x'?

An: Im back yall and I'm black yall (sorry not sorry youre lucky i didnt type the whole thing). I really hope you enjoyed the fic again. Hopefully yall will get that Riri valentines day fic in the week, might be short tho. :3 Imma figure out the masterlist soon and tell me if the 'keep reading' thing helps oke byebye

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safiru · 4 months

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multifariousqueer · 1 year

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Precautions and Passings| Shurix Reader

Pairing: Shuri x scarlettwitch!reader

A/n: Hey guys! I’ve wanted to write something like this for a while now and the fact that I did is really just crazy to me. Request what else you’d like to see. This pic is dark asf and probably the darkest thing I've ever written. Also I didn't proofread this so if their are errors anywhere...ignore them?

Summary: Grief takes a toll on all of us doesn’t it?

Word Count: 2.6k(it's a long one ik)

Warnings: ANGST OMG SO MUCH ANGST, death, m!rder, the dark hold, some suggestive undertones, explicit language, fluff, time jumps, dark!Shurixdark!reader

10 years ago:

“It’s so fascinating, her powers are unlike something I’ve ever seen before.”- Shuri said

“Is she a threat or not?” The elders asked.

“If we don’t play our cards right, yes. She has the power to create and destroy realities and universes including our own anytime.” Shuri answered.

“Bast have mercy on all of us” The elder of the merchant tribe said.

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You had met Shuri during a mission when your lip revealed that you were part wakandan. T’challa saw this and immediately took you back to Wakanda where Shuri was there waiting to run tests on you. She spoke so confidently and moved like she knew what and where everything was. Even though you practically had the powers of a God, you were still intimidated and afraid but you had to put on a facade and pretend you too knew everything.

“Do you speek Xhosa?” Shuri asked.

“Barely. Do you speak English?” You answered.

“Barely.” She smirked.

“Oh. Well um-” You started but you were immediately interrupted.

“I’m kidding. I guess your kind doesn’t understand basic humor?” She said.

“What do you mean “my kind”?” You said, sitting up and attempting to cross your arms but it seemed you were in some type of restraint.

“Just a precaution. We don’t know your power capabilities yet and we didn’t want you to lash out.” Shuri answered

“It’s okay.” You said, half insulted and half curious as to how they made restraints strong enough to hold you.

“So… from looking at your file, it appears a meteorite hit your house filled with some sort of substance that we don’t have in our records and it gave you your powers. Is that correct?” Shuri asked.

“Who am I kidding, it is correct” Shuri answered her own question.

“Well actually if you would’ve shut up and let me talk, you would know that while yes the basic information is correct, the ‘substance’ was actually a glowing red rock and the meteorite that hit my house, killed my parents and when i tried to go to the funeral…” You trailed off, tears pooling at the corner of your eyes.

“I-I’m sorry.” Shuri said looking down.

“It’s fine.” You said looking down at the floor. You tried to fiddle with your powers but immediately heard an alarm and a shock flew through your body.

“Just a precaution?” You smirked at Shuri

You could tell she felt a bit embarrassed but she called off the alarm.

“We would like you to stay in Wakanda for a bit longer, just to keep you safe and run some more tests.” Shuri spoke.’

“Do I have an option to object?” You asked with a smirk

“No,” Shuri said, walking away.

“Get her set up in the reformative program” She spoke in her native language and left you alone on the table.

2 years later

It had been 1 year since you and Shuri made it official that you were dating. You were in her lab when you overheard T’challa talking about Thanos coming to Wakanda in search of the infinity stones and Vision coming to get it extracted by Shuri. It was bittersweet when you saw the avengers, of course these people practically raised you but at the same time, they gave you up so easily. You knew that this was bigger than you however so you prepared to fight and protect Shuri and Wakanda at all costs.

“I’ll stay by you, sthandwa.” you said to Shuri.

“Your Xhosa is getting better my love.” Shuri said to you.

“Thank you. I can now hold a basic conversation about the weather.” You chuckled

“And ask where the bathroom is,” Shuri laughed back.

You just smiled and looked at her for a moment.

“Are you okay?” She said

“I’m perfect, why?” You asked

Shuri had opened her mouth but was interrupted by the avengers waking in and Vision sitting on the table. You stayed with Shuri even after Thanos invaded Wakanda and fought off one of Thanos’ goons but in the end, it was too late. Vision had left the table and Shuri was injured. You stayed with her, healing her with your powers and asking her if she was okay.

“I’m fine it’s just,” She trailed off

“If it’s about Vision, I’ll go get him.” You said getting up

“No no it’s too late, the stone reverted back to its original state in his head, all that we can do now is hope that Thanos gets defeated or at least, doesn’t win” Shuri said.

You put your forehead against hers and you held her hand. You heard Thor scream out “WHAT DID YOU DO?” to Thanos and that’s how you knew that you were in the Endgame now.

You saw Shuri fade to dust and shortly after, you did too.

6 years later

“I now pronounce you wife and wife.” The officiant said.

You and Shuri had decided to get married after the blip. It made both of you realize how much you loved eachother and how much you needed eachother.

You smiled at how beautiful your Shuri looked and she smiled at how beautiful you looked. You kissed and she practically picked you up off of the ground. The ceremony was certainly grand because of the fact that you married a literal princess. Everyone danced and sang happy cheers for you and Shuri. There wasn’t a point in which you and Shuri weren’t smiling or laughing. You kept the tradition of the dance between you and Shuri so you slow danced to a song that had meaning to the both of you. It was the song you played while cleaning your room when Shuri walked in during the first night of your stay in Wakanda.

“I like this song. It has a nice beat.” Shuri said.

“The beat is one of my favorite parts of the song.” You said.

You laughed and took off your dress with your magic and let your hair down. You undid Shuri’s dress in one swipe of your hand and kissed her forehead before pulling Shuri closer to you.

“Mmmmm we haven’t consummated our marriage yet you know?” Shuri smirked.

“That’s about to change.” You said, waving your hand to turn off the lights and move you both to the bed.

When you woke up the next morning, you kissed Shuri’s forehead and rested your chin on her head. Your heartbeats were beating in sync and your legs still were entangled together from last night. She woke up and lightly kissed you on the lips before Griot alerted you both of you.

“Princess, T’challa’s vitals are incredibly low and he is not doing well.” Griot said.

“What??” Shuri jumped out of bed and threw on her robe.

“I don’t understand, he was moving just fine yesterday and everything was fine, what happened?” Shuri shouted to her frenzied staff.

“It doesn’t matter, find me the solution to recreating the heart-shaped herb from the fibers in this piece of vibranium.”

“Yes princess.” They said, running around

You sat beside T’challa’s bedside and held his hand. You attempted to heal him of the illness but it was too deep to fix. You held his hand to the very end and spoke to him.

“It's okay, you can rest now. I’ll take care of Shuri.” You said kissing his forehead.

You cried with Shuri when he passed and walked beside her at the funeral. You made sure she had your full love and support at this time. The Queen appreciated you being there and you used your powers in any way you could. You felt heartbroken that you couldn’t heal him or heal Shuri’s sadness but you could only do so much.

1 year later

Shuri had been in her lab for 3 days now. She wasn’t taking breaks like she used to and was pulling more all nighters. You knew why so you just held her hand through all of the pain and let her do whatever she needed to do.

“Hey I made you breakfast.” You said taking her dishes from last night’s dinner. It was picked over and barely touched despite you making her favorite dish.

“Didn’t you just make me a meal?” Shuri asked.

“That was dinner, honey it’s breakfast time. It’s 9:00 so you’ve been down here since Sunday.”

“I KNOW THAT Y/N. AND I’D APPRECIATE IF INSTEAD OF DIRTYING UP MY SPACE YOU WOULD JUST LEAVE.” Shuri shouted

“I JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY YOU’VE BEEN DOWN HERE FOR THIS LONG, I HAVE NEEDS TO YOU KNOW. AND INSTEAD OF PUSHING YOU TO BE PRODUCTIVE, I’VE BEEN LETTING YOU DO WHATEVER YOU NEED TO GRIEVE SO BE CUT ME SOME FUCKING SLACK.” You screamed, levitating off of the ground and your powers coming out of your hands.

“OF COURSE YOU HAVE FUCKING NEEDS BECAUSE THAT’S ALL YOU TALK ABOUT.” Shuri shouted back.

“I JUST WANT MY WIFE BACK.” You cried.

“SHES DEAD. SHE DIED WITH HIM” Shuri sobbed

You hugged each other and sobbed. This was the part of grief and loss no one talks about; the part that makes you indulge in destructive habits and hurt the little family you still have. Shuri never meant to hurt you and you knew that but it was still painful when she would lash out. You got up and took her with you. You went up to the shower and cleaned her up a bit. She was still the most beautiful person you had ever met, despite the depression setting in. You got her in her favorite t-shirt of yours and put her in the bed. You laid beside her and cuddled her in as close as possible:

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you. And I’m sorry for not making that clear enough and I’m sorry for everything I haven’t done for you…” Shuri trailed off. Her voice shook a bit and you could tell she was crying.

“Hey hey hey, it’s okay. We’re struggling right now, we’re both grieving and that’s okay. Let’s just take it one day at a time.” You said softly

“Okay, sthandwa” Shuri said.

4 days later

“What do you mean my wife was kidnapped??” You screamed at Okoye.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I tried to get her back but they had superhuman stren-” Okoye excused

“THAT’S NOT AN EXCUSE. THAT’S MY WIFE AND I DON’T KNOW IF SHES DEAD OR ALIVE.” You screamed with tears in your eyes.

“You know what? Where was she taken? I’ll find her and murder their entire empire in one day.” You said.

“Y/n I know that you’re scared and I am too but attacking everyone in an attempt to find Shuri is not wise.” The Queen tried to advise

“I DON’T CARE. I WILL FIND MY WIFE AND BRING HER HOME SAFE NO MATTER WHAT. Because you clearly couldn’t” You said looking at Okoye, flying past her and suiting up.

You saw into Shuri’s mind using the darkhold and found where she was being kept. You teleported to the location which was underwater and saw Shuri with some girl. One of the blue people holding your beloved captive, put a knife to her neck.

“I’ll kill her.” The blue person said

“You don’t wanna know what I’ll do to get her back. Let her go and I’ll speak to your leader because you clearly aren’t the one in charge here.” You said.

“You killed her.” The blue person said holding the knife closer to Shuri’s neck drawing a bit of blood.

You teleported behind the blue lady and stabbed her through the torso. She fell to the ground and let Shuri go:

“Let’s go. Now.” You said

“Y/n you don’t understand, this will mean war.”

“I will wipe out these blueberries with one swipe of my hand, Let’s. Go” You said.

“Wait-” Shuri said.

You pulled her away and teleported back to the palace in front of the Queen. The Queen thanked you profusely and hugged Shuri for what seemed to be a fortnight.

“Thank you, Y/n. “ The Queen said through tears.

“It was no trouble at all.” You said.

Shuri and Aneka made a break for her lab and you made a break for the room in which you kept the darkhold. If what Shuri said about the blueberries starting a war was true, you had to be prepared. You saw through Shuri’s eyes that she was prepping technology when you sensed something was off. You knew that they were there and ready.

You fought and killed as many Talokans as you could when you heard Shuri’s scream. You rushed over to see her screaming for her mother as her lifeless body was laying on the water soaked throne room. You held Shuri and sobbed against her as you reflected on the last interaction you had with The Queen.

2 days later

You had stood by Shuri for the second time in the past 2 years in a funeral setting. You held her hand and watched as she prepared to kill the man responsible for her mothers death. You helped in any way you could, employing the help of the darkhold through it all and watching as your wife turned into the thing she resented the most. You watched as she turned into the black panther and prepared the warriors of Wakanda to get ready to execute her plan of attack. While you admit the suit looked good on her, you couldn’t help but notice the shocking resemblance to Killmonger’s suit. Deep down, you knew who she saw in the ancestral plane and you knew why she saw him. You knew everything that she thought she was a mastermind of hiding; you knew the burning feeling of revenge coursing through her veins and her master plan to execute her plan and almost drive the Talokans to extinction. Your fingertips hadn’t turned black from the book yet so you thought you were in the clear. Shuri hadn’t seemed to notice you were employing the help of dark magic at all; you expected this because she hardly paid attention to the little things anymore. Shuri was always a terse and broad person but the past 2 years she had become more of a “bigger picture” person. If it wasn’t directly in her face, she didn’t care.

You had fought off as many of the Talokans as you could. You killed more of them then people you ever met in your life. But still, despite these efforts they kept coming; they were like a cerberus. You cut off one head, another 4 pop up in it’s place. You must’ve killed off half of their army when you saw Shuri and Namor come over the boat. You were proud of Shuri for not resorting to murder and for being the bigger person. Shuri and you both went home and got cleaned up and went to sleep together for the first time in weeks.

4 days later

Shuri had insisted you both go on a walk around Wakanda and check on some of the families affected by the attack. You happily obliged since this was the first time she had offered up an outing in years. You two journeyed away into the forest when you both swung each other around and before you knew it, she was on top of you:

“How did I get so lucky?” She had asked you

“I ask myself that everyday” You smiled.

She leaned in for a kiss when a portal suddenly appeared:

“Y/n L/n?” The man asked

“Who’s asking?” You said, slightly frightened and slightly pissed that you were being interrupted.

“Stephen Strange. We need to have a talk about the darkhold.”

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yiga-hellhole · 10 months

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Twilight Forest, Twilight King

or better known in my files as, "we are so back dot docx"

i wanted to write ghirahim and zant bonding a bit but i think i went a little overboard. this is full of headcanons and a bit of silliness but i tried to do their characters as much justice as i could!

(mild warning for some language that could come across as ableist, but let it be known that this isn't how *i* think, but what i think would go through ghirahim's head. and he's a jerk so i don't think he'd care about being considerate)

anyway, ghirazant nation, it's been like a full year since the last fic was posted, so allow me to reanimate the tag. 4500 word ish fic under the cut! note that this is the first fanfic i have ever posted publicly so be nice ;; (ao3 mirror HERE!)

The stronghold, captured. A moment of respite befell Ganondorf’s forces, and Ghirahim soon found himself resting in the shade of the Rockface Keep. He sat tucked away in the corner of one of the storage rooms, sanding his sword back to its usual sheen. It was no place for a lieutenant, much less a Lord, but it was a quiet one. None knew their blades as intimately as he, much less considering they were an extension of his own body. Any nick, any speck, any hint of dullness sent nagging, cringing tingles down his spine, urging him to pick and polish in a metallic dermatillomania. Tender fiber cloths, scrutinously chosen to shimmer his blade to perfection, rubbed expensive oils into the meticulously sharpened edges. He stood up, holding his blade up to the light. A small window high up the wall of the storage basted his masterpiece in the last rays of the setting sun. The sharp hilt scattered glittering specks throughout the room, as if cutting through the very light itself. His handiwork was complete, and he was ready to do it all over again the next day.

So caught up in his work, he almost hadn’t noticed the menacing presence in the doorway behind him. “Demon Lord,” said the figure behind him, spoken with a voice like wind soaring through a gaol door. “I was hoping to speak with you.”

Behind him stood his fellow lieutenant. Zant, the Usurper Twilight King, heralded from a time millennia after his own. An outrageously overpowered figure, but as Ghirahim had noted during their strife to claim the Gerudo Desert, moreso an absolutely raving lunatic. All bulk and aggression, with not a shred of elegance. He didn’t count on the two of them getting along.

He hardly looked over his shoulder to meet his gaze. “Is it urgent?” Ghirahim continued to observe his blade, carefully turning it in his hands. A small peep behind him suggested perhaps he had tilted the reflection of the light directly into Zant’s eyes, and blinded him. Certainly not intentional, but terribly amusing.

“Not quite, though I suspect you may find it a welcome distraction.” Ghirahim’s interest was piqued, and he turned slightly to face him. There he stood, in the same stiff, unreadable pose he was always in when idle. There was no inbetween with this alien figure; either he was perfectly still and impenetrable, or he wore his heart on his sleeve, weeping, screaming, or giggling like a child at the mildest provocation. Ghirahim had to admit - when Zant’s pathetic countenance was capable of holding its composure for once, he was a remarkably intimidating man. Not enough to intimidate him, though.

Ghirahim slightly pursed his lips, having waited for him to continue long enough. “Well? Out with it, then.”

Zant’s life-long role as a servant truly wasn’t doing him any favors. Such a ‘do not speak unless spoken to’ attitude was unbecoming of a King, Ghirahim noted to himself, as he watched the man dawdle before him.

Unmovingly, Zant continued to speak. “You are familiar with these lands, yes? You have been here since the dawn of time.”

Ghirahim frowned, uncertain of what he was getting at. “I have, but the landscape has undoubtedly changed greatly since then. I must remind you, our Master retrieved me from thousands of years past.”

They were silent for but a moment. “Then I will assist where your knowledge fails you. Lord Ghirahim, I wish for you to take me somewhere.”

Ghirahim was getting a little tired of these empty statements. “Whatever do you mean? Where do you need me to take you? Surely you can walk yourself.”

“You have an eye for beauty, Ghirahim.” Oh, were they on a first-name basis now? “I wish to see the Hyrule that was stolen from me.”

Ghirahim scoffed incredulously, turning his blade to a flurry of diamonds with the snap of his fingers. “You want to go sight-seeing after your first mission? You’re ridiculous. You think me some sort of tour guide?”

Zant responded with almost shocking quickness. “Do not pretend you are content with your current whereabouts, Demon Sword. Your metal skin absorbs the heat, and risks scorching your prized garments. You would be as happy to leave this desert as I.”

The corner of Ghirahim’s lips spasmed involuntarily. It seemed this buffoon had some wit in him after all. “I highly doubt we’d get the clearance for this little trip either way.”

“It is the end of the day, and both of us are capable of magical transportation. We would be back before anyone knew it,” Zant bit back, as if he had thought out every possible reply beforehand.

Ghirahim was a little taken aback by this boldness. He did not expect the enigmatic man to be one for such adventurous ideas, but given his erratic behavior on the battlefield… Perhaps he should have anticipated it. The thin line of his mouth crooked into a smirk, but before he could speak, Zant stepped forward and interrupted him.

“Do not get me wrong. I am not so reckless as to abandon my post without a thought. After our victory yesterday, I highly doubt the enemy forces will have the strength to ambush us. Tonight is the most opportune time for such a… Trip, as you called it.”

There was a tone to Zant’s voice he could just not place. It tread a fine line between childish stubbornness, and desperation. Ghirahim knew an opportunity for leverage when he saw one, and he had yet to find his footing in his dynamic with Zant. Perhaps putting him in his debt was a clever next step. He shifted his weight onto his left foot, tilting his hip and idly playing with a strand of his silvery hair. “I suppose we’ve had a long enough day of dilly-dallying. Very well. What did you have in mind?”

Zant’s stance slightly shifted, his helmet tipping upright. He pondered for a moment. “I noticed on the map that the Faron Woods were also in this world. Perhaps that’s an idea?”

“Faron? I suppose that’s a fair choice. Advantage or not, we shouldn’t be wandering into active Hylian territory. I don’t reckon they’re guarding some little villages all too tightly, at this point.” He reasoned. Hot commodity as he might be, he wasn’t enthused to be delivering the two of them on a silver platter. While he wasn’t exactly worried about the laughably weak soldiers that had scattered across the landscape, he certainly feared the wrath of their Master if he were to find out his top lieutenants were acting carelessly out of his watch. He had to make sure that whatever upper hand he was getting over Zant wasn’t going to risk the favor of their King.

Zant nodded. “I recall Faron posing minimal trouble when I had first conquered it.” Quieter, with the slightest hint of giddiness in his voice, he mumbled to himself. Again an inelegant trait. “I do so wonder what it looks like now…”

Ghirahim donned his classic red cape once more, and dusted the remaining metal shavings off his pristine gloves. “I do hope your little acquisition tour won’t waste our time too terribly, Twilight King.”

A gangly hand placed itself upon his shoulder. “It will, if you insist on bickering like this.”

Oh, what an attitude. He had half a mind to zip the both of them to the bottom of Lake Hylia, and see if the moron could swim. Zant either took too long to get to the point, or instantly smacked down any attempt at conversation. He didn’t know what he wanted, and Ghirahim couldn’t stand it. Zant was right, they ought to get this over with. He gathered his focus, and with a fluid, shadow-trailing motion of his hand, the two were absorbed in a mist of diamonds, and sent to the inner groves of Faron Woods.

Strategically, he had placed their pair atop the pillars of an old ruin, himself spot in the middle, and Zant with his heels just on the edge. He grinned unseen as a little shriek rang behind him, the hand on his shoulder tightening as Zant lost his balance. With a grunt and a shrill groan of exertion, he shifted his balance and instead tossed himself to another pillar. Zant whipped around indignantly from atop his new perch, scoffing as he met nothing but his co-lieutenant snickering at him with his hands in his sides. “Ghirahim! What foolishness is this!?”

Ghirahim turned his head, peeking at him from behind his bangs. “Oh, please. A little joke won’t kill you. I see you merrily hopping up and down from such heights all the time!”

Zant’s fists balled under their baggy sleeves, his shoulders tightened in what Ghirahim could only assume was an upcoming tantrum. Instead, Zant found himself trailing off before he could give the Demon Lord an earful, turning his head to the environment around them.

“This is… Near the Sacred Grove?” It was off putting to hear the pitch of his voice drop from that ear-grating squawk to the depth it carried when he was calmer.

Ghirahim cocked his head. He had no idea what the man was talking about, but the overall calmth washing over the place led him to think Zant may be right. “I’m certain this place has carried many names over the years. There was a temple here in my time, but I see it’s been long lost to history.” He turned to where the building once stood. Now, it was nothing but piles of colossal, carved stones, yellowed and overgrown from their years of disuse. Where there had once been an impressive sanctuary, housing secrets and creatures thirsting for the blood of heroes, was now a long, collapsed corridor of soil and roots, stretching out into a maze of trees and bushes. The light of dusk hardly reached here, the canopies of the colossal trees above them bathing the forest into a turquoise haze. He had picked a good place, indeed. Even the Hylian forces that must have been stationed near the villages had long forgotten the temple grounds existed. They would never think to find them here… Well, so long as they didn’t see any scaffolding or talking trees, they ought to be fine.

When he looked to the side, he found that the lower hatch of Zant’s helmet had retracted, exposing the bottom half of his face. His lips were parted in a silent awe, his head curiously turning to take in the area. Though he couldn’t see his eyes, he assumed their gaze met briefly, and the two faced each other from across the heights of their respective platforms. “I thought you said you had been here before. What’s so special about it now?”

Zant gazed at him, but did not respond. Ghirahim folded his arms and peeked over the edge of his pillar as the Twili hopped down to ground level, a dust cloud gathering around his golden slippers. He began to wander, head craned to the canopy. “This place is much bigger than the one I know.” Another complete and total non-answer that was impossible to respond to. He sighed, and opted to sit on the edge of his pillar, lounging with his head rested on his palm. To his amusement, he noticed that Zant was getting a little distracted by the local wildlife, perking up at the sound of birdsong as a small flock of starlings fluttered by overhead. Zant stood at the opening of the great corridor, as if pondering whether to step through. Still, Ghirahim felt the mild buzz of mischievous arcane energy coming down from it, and, gifted as he was, he presumed from Zant’s hesitance that he felt it too. A silent agreement seemed to befall the two that fairy hijinks suited well in neither men’s schedules. Zant turned back to him for a moment. “Do you hear that?”

Hear what? The forest was brimming with life, there were a great deal of noises to notice. “You’re going to have to specify.”

Zant turned his head back to the corridor. “Some kind of… Instrument, perhaps? A hollow rattling.”

Ghirahim strained his ears for the sound, but he heard nothing. He made a mental note of ‘auditory illusions’ being one of Zant’s many afflictions. “I can’t say I do.”

“How strange…” Zant stood there staring for a moment again, before turning to observe the other end of the clearing. Ghirahim did not much feel like playing babysitter for much longer, and his gaze trailed off. In the distance, something piqued his interest. He had heard a long rushing sound before, but had thought it to be the roaring of the wind above them. Instead, he found the source of the mysterious noise to be something a touch more interesting. He swung his leg idly over the edge of the pillar, turning to see where his companion (he hesitated at the term) had wandered off to. While he wasn’t looking, it seemed he had started taking botanic samples of some kind, stuffing sprigs of herbs into bottles that he pulled from… He couldn’t tell. His sleeves? What a curious man. Still, he was getting bored just sitting there, and hailed him over.

“I don’t mean to disturb your academic intrigue, Usurper… But if it’s a good view that you’re after, I may have an idea.” he called him with an idle wave.

Zant appeared plenty intrigued, and legged his way on over, with a gait far too light and floaty for a man wearing solid metal shoes. “I’m listening.”

Ghirahim, in an instant, once again disappeared into a glittering cloud, and appeared beside him. He laid a hand idly on his elbow, anticipating another startled yelp, but it appeared Zant had caught onto his tricks now, as he didn’t so much as flinch. Mildly disappointed, he showered the both of them in the magic of his teleportation once more, and took them straight to the source of his intrigue.

When the flurry of diamonds dissipated, they stood atop a mighty waterfall, sending the flow of a river behind them cascading into a lake below. Though the cliff they had scaled held them several stories above the lake’s surface, the tall trees of Faron Woods still towered far above them. The forest he had known in his days, since the first descent of the Sky People, was like a meadow of sprouts in comparison. He looked to the side to smugly gauge Zant’s reaction at his marvelous ideas, but found he couldn’t meet his eyes. The Twilight King was not even acknowledging him, gaze transfixed on the view before them. A sea of green expanded below them, interrupted only by the snaking of little blue streams that branched out from the lake below. As dusk fell, the first lightning bugs began to take off from their hiding among the leaves, freckling the landscape with glowing, yellow stars. Where the canopy had blocked out the heavens above them, the forest was compensating with a sky on its own, spread across the lush soil. A mechanical whirring sounded from Zant’s shoulders, as his helmet folded in on itself and retracted into his pauldrons, revealing the rest of his face. Wide, blinking, amber eyes stared out in front of them, his pale pupils just barely discernible among his orange sclera. He truly was deeply alien to look at.

Ghirahim sighed, crossing his arms. Now was as good of a time as any to pick at the odd man’s brain a bit. He was a little surprised Zant was even capable of calm conversation. “Is it really such a novelty, to be in a forest?”

“My home had no such ecological zones, and when I had conquered Hyrule, I hardly had the time to see Faron outside of its Twilight state. I was much too busy keeping that accursed princess contained.”

Ghirahim shrugged. It was a fair answer. If anyone could relate to the troubles of keeping that girl where they needed her to be, it would be him. He dread the possibility of having to capture her all over again, but with the Princess’ surprising military involvement this time around, perhaps they would be lucky this time around. Maybe they could simply kill her in the heat of battle and get it over with. Lost in thought, he looked to the side, to find Zant fascinated with a lightning bug that had perched upon one of his spindly, long fingers. Ghirahim hadn’t noticed before the sickly grey tint of those hands, far from the rich black of that impish girl.

Captivated by the creature, Zant turned his hand as the little thing crawled across his skin.

“I see now it would not have survived in its alive state for long, had I succeeded. It would have withered and died like the rest.” He squinted at it one last time, before dismissing it harshly with a sudden flick of his wrist, sending it plummeting to the dirt. They wordlessly looked out over the landscape beneath their feet before Zant spoke again, but did not turn to look at him.

“… Have you been to the Twilight Realm, Ghirahim?” he asked him, a melancholic tinge in his tone.

“I hadn’t heard of it until our Master summoned me here. I doubt it existed when I last roamed the Surface.”

“Perhaps our travels will take us there.”

He was silent for a moment, then continued. “It is a wretched place, Ghirahim. I only care for it through my vague sense of nostalgia, of belonging. I sought to escape it in favor of Hyrule for a reason.”

Ghirahim didn’t find any inquiry was necessary, as Zant continued speaking on his own. “In perpetual Twilight, few is blessed with the opportunity to live, and nothing gets to bloom. My realm is a wasteland, worsened only by the poison and despair the Hylians cast into our lands. They thought it was Hell, and perhaps they had even succeeded in making it so.”

For a moment, Zant looked up to the canopy to observe the last rays of light peeking through the leaves, shielding his eyes with his hand. A twitch of his eyelid betrayed a slight sting. “It is a shame I can only truly survive in it. Even with my God’s power, I can only stand to bask in this light for mere minutes without wearing this helmet. Don’t you think it funny? I spent so long attempting to flee the expansive gloom of my Realm, yet I only ended up plunging the next world I inhabited in the very same curse. Perhaps I need a new plan.” His arm dropped to dangle by his side again, stood staring in deep thought.

Ghirahim scoffed. He thought of many words when meaning to describe Zant, but ’starry-eyed’ was certainly not one he anticipated to add to the list. "I wouldn't get too attached to the view. Once Master Ganondorf conquers the throne, we would have little qualms smoking out whatever resistance still crawls around between the treetops."

Zant whipped his face towards him with a slight frown. "You misunderstand me. I am no fool. I know my Master will do as he will with the provinces of Hyrule. Perhaps… I'm simply wistful for a world where light and dark exist in such harmony."

"If you truly detest the Twilight so much, then why did you invade the world of light with it in the first place?"

Zant sighed. "A basic necessity for the sake of my troops, I suppose. A convenient way to do away with those Hylian pests. The will of my God. I could not conceive of a way to break out of the Twilight Realm without dragging its darkness with me, and so that's what I had to do." A small giggle escaped him. "But now… Now this is no longer necessary! An entirely new chance at conquering Hyrule! Taking control of an entirely new world, without reducing it into a husk of my old home… It is a truly unprecedented concept. Aren't you looking forward to it?"

He stood a bit perplexed as Zant spoke. Until then, it hadn’t occurred to him that Zant had ambitions of his own. He was a fine strategist, a less fine warrior, but had thusfar appeared to be perfectly content doing what he is told. Ghirahim knew that he himself had few plans other than to see the manifestation of his King rise to victory. Was he the odd one out, without his own visions?

His eyebrow twitched behind his bangs. Was he going to let naive aspirations like that get him in a tizzy? There wasn’t a way in Hell. “To think that a man like you had such simple desires. Are you truly content with something like this?” he asked, gesturing below them.

For the first time in a while, Zant turned to face him, eyes narrowed and lips stretched to a narrow line. “Do not think me naive, Sword. Our forces will not lose my loyalty to mere scenery. I simply long to see a different world than the one I know, even if for a short while. You must feel much the same, with the lengths you go to.”

Ghirahim looked at him a moment, suddenly trapped in an oppressive eye contact the Twili normally was eager to avoid. “… My,” he sighed, turning back to the view in front of them. Zant’s stare did not cease. “This got awfully personal.”

“Only because you made it so.” Finally, his cold gaze released him, as Zant turned away to head to the river beside them, crouching over to look into the stream. Ghirahim shook his head, pondering the bizarre turn his evening had taken.

“You know, Zant, you never would have struck me as the sentimental type.” he had to poke at him, a hand rested on his hip. When he turned to look at him, he found Zant on the edge of the river, stood with one foot on a protruding rock, the other swaying in the air before him to balance himself.

“And you,” he started, grunting squeakily as he hopped over to the next stone in the river trail, “never struck me as the type to enjoy talking about anything but himself, yet here we are.” With a few wobbly jumps, he had stopped to a halt in the middle of the crashing river, and looked back to him with a smug little grin. Ghirahim scoffed, eyes widening in mild chagrin, before his expression softened. What a nerve! Not even that green-clad menace dared to speak to him in such a way before. It was so thoroughly unexpected, he couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him. Zant joined him soon enough with that ear-piercing chortle of his, the slits in the corner of his lips splitting open as he did. Suddenly, the man disappeared with the sound of a rustle. It appeared he had reached the end of his stone trail, and he promptly reappeared on the other side of the river.

“Tell me of Faron in your own time, Ghirahim.” he shouted over the thundering of the water between them.

Ghirahim smiled incredulously. “It would be easier to tell you, if you hadn’t run to the other side of the river!”

Though he couldn’t see his expression from such a distance, he could still sense the mischief in his gaze as Zant tipped his head to the side, staring at him expectantly. “Then follow me!”

And so, Ghirahim found himself a little surprised. Was he, the Demon Lord, going to be capering around in the woods with his co-lieutenant? Well, it wasn’t like he had anything better to do. Other than his Master, he had found he was completely starved of a conversational partner. If Zant was inviting him to ramble, he found himself hesitant to deny the opportunity. He took one step forward, before disappearing into shards again, and reappeared at the edge of the river, craning his head to look up at the towering man before him. Zant stood unmoving, but his eyes met his, unblinkingly as he waited for him to speak. This was when the nature of their dynamic became abundantly clear to Ghirahim. All had fallen into place; Ghirahim adored an audience, and Zant was fascinated to hear him speak. At least, unless the right bump or prod coaxed him into a strange monologue of his own… Well, by all accounts, it could have been worse. Ghirahim hummed and tipped his chin with a barely contained swagger as he strutted past him and toward the edge of the cliff. “Right, then. Let me take a look around and jog my memory…”

They spent roughly an hour wading through the shrubbery, each vaguely noting the ruins of landmarks long past. An abandoned clearing, lost sanctuaries, and decayed strongholds peppered the landscape, their traces clearly present though thousands of years apart. Both had been ripped to this Hyrule rather abruptly, and neither had yet considered the actual nature of this world. Where had they been brought, and how long had it been since they left their own legacies? Though they exchanged stories, neither disclosed the ponderings that haunted their minds. Such thoughts were no longer of any importance — they had each been given their second chance at their original goal, and faced their most favorable positions yet. Complaining would be an insult to their Master, which they were both reluctant to do.

Still, time crawled on, even as the two found surprisingly more fond company in one another than they each had expected. Sunlight hardly crept between the leaves above anymore. Twilight had finally fallen, casting the forest floor in a violet hue. They arrived at a clearing, and the man came to a halt. His shoulders rose and dropped again with a deep sigh. Ghirahim assumed he must feel in his element as the Twilight King, standing under the night sky at the crown of dusk. When Zant looked back to him, the complex markings on his face glowed far brighter than ever before. A smile crept onto the strange man’s face, and he turned to him with his hand extended.

"... I thank you for escorting me. Night is falling. I do believe I am capable of taking us back now, before they suspect us."

Ghirahim stepped back, away from the hand that was about to lay on his shoulder. "I say, Zant, I don't think there'd be any harm in strolling around a little longer… How about we drop by elsewhere before heading back to the keep?"

Ghirahim hardly believed his own words, but against all odds, he found he was enjoying Zant’s company. He was annoying, impulsive, and perhaps a touch immature, certainly, but he appeared to be a good listener. And, well, if he could admit, the man’s antics were just the slightest bit interesting to watch. If they were to return now, he would only spend the rest of the night bored out of his mind, waiting sleeplessly until the first light of morning. He was going to stretch this out as long as he could.

An uncharacteristic glimmer appeared in Zant's eyes. The slits on the corners of his mouth made it nearly impossible to tell whether he was truly smiling, though the squinting of his eyes gave him away. "Ah, well… If you have anything in mind?"

"We could go see Lake Hylia. I reckon it looks stunning in the moonlight."

"That would be intriguing, indeed! I have only ever seen it frozen."

Ghirahim raised the ridge of his brow. "Frozen?"

"Yes! I froze the entire lake during my attempt to conquer. It nearly wiped out half of the Zora's forces,” Zant gleefully proclaimed, spoken with the same cadence one would when describing a pleasant outing.

Ghirahim stared at him. After spending a shred of an evening in relatively lighthearted conversation with him, he had almost forgotten Zant’s cruelty quite matched his own. Perhaps he was worse. "... Now there's an idea. You ought to bring that one to the plotting table next time we plan our next assault." Conveniently for both of them, he didn’t mind in the slightest.

Zant simply giggled in return, and held out his hand. A request and invitation, all at once, as though asking him for a dance.

Well, perhaps he could hold off on trying to drown him in the lake until some other day…

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