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dejaonline · 3 months

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same space | shuriri x spoiled!black!fem!reader

Summary: you and shuri have a unique romantic history—the two of you have been bonded by an “arrangement”, but it’s been a good while since you’ve seen each other last. What happens when a routine drunk call + rescue reveals that it is no longer just the two of you.

Content includes: mentions of drugs and alcohol, swearing, semi-offensive insults.

Translations:

nkosazana- princess

umhle nkosazana yam- you look beautiful, my princess

Author’s note: ahh! Baby’s first fic! I am extremely nervous posting this, but i’m equally just as excited. I wanna say thank you to my baby boo @prettymrswright for all of her help and encouragement throughout the process. my tummy is achinggg (anxious girlies stand up!) but i cannot wait to hear what you guys think! thank ya’ll in advance for reading <3

Tagging some of my favsss: @prettymrswright @sapphicvqmpires @kisskourt @inmyheadimobsessed @pvnks0ul @vampzxi @quintessencewrites

Shuri took a deep breath, bracing herself for the chaos awaiting her just behind the heavy doors of the mansion. She could feel the music up through her arm as she pushed through the barrier.

She stepped inside and took in her surroundings. Glitter covered the marble floors, shimmering beneath the beams of light coming from one of the many disco balls hanging down from the high ceilings. A neon ‘Studio 54’ sign was mounted on the wall surrounded by vintage photographs and abstract art pieces.

To the left was a dimly-lit lounge with large, plush earth-toned couches and loveseats. People dressed in rhinestone covered jumpsuits and bell bottoms were socializing throughout the space, some smoking or sitting at the bar with decorated martini glasses.

The young royal ventured down a dark hallway to the right of her, following the sound of music emitting from the commodious ballroom. Colorful rays of light bounced off the walls and beneath Siri’s black boots, multi-colored tiles danced around to the beat.

The queen stood out amongst the sea of metallic gogo boots and fringe. Her slender frame was concealed beneath a black, oversized blazer and perfectly tailored pants to match. Her wandering eyes hid behind her favorite pair of black shades.

Shuri did her best to avoid getting sandwiched between a couple of inebriated bodies thrashing around her. She swiveled her head, attempting to locate you amongst the crowd until finally spotting you.

You were tucked away in a roped off section, attention focused on someone sitting dangerously close to you in the conversation pit. In the center sat a glass table, littered with empty liquor bottles, ashtrays, and assorted sizes of plastic bags. Your smooth, rich skin was covered in a sheer, floor length gown. Diamonds cascaded in detailed patterns across the fabric and tufts of feathers decorated the sleeves and hem, sweeping the silver open-toed platform heels on your feet. Your fresh braids lay parted down the center, hanging down to your lower back. You looked opulent and sexy in the iconic gown. The shimmer on your eyelids and glossy lips catching the light.

You sat with your legs crossed, one arm stretched out beside you and the other resting on your thigh while you sat back engaged in a conversation with a girl in a beaded mini dress. You watched her lips as she chatted about..stuff.

Your liquor induced arousal was immediately redirected once you caught sight of the slim figure looming behind the stranger.

“I hate to cut you off baby, but my ride is here.”

You eyed Shuri from head to toe, lingering on the bit of exposed chest behind her blazer. You leaned forward to plant a quick kiss on the girl's left cheek before standing to take Shuri’s awaiting hand.

She pressed her palm against the small of your back, steadying you.

“You okay to walk, nkosazana?”

You looked to Shuri with big, pleading eyes and she took the hint. She wrapped one of your arms around the back of her neck and scooped you up into her arms bridal style.

The two of you made your way back to the entrance. You were highly intoxicated and giggling in Shuri’s hold, your head pressed against her chest. You caught a whiff of her signature scent, the mix of sweetness and musk that you recognized as Tom Ford Vanille Fatale. You bought it for her a while back and it had been her favorite ever since.

Meanwhile, Shuri was playing it cool, trying not to make it obvious how happy she was to have you this close again. She cracked a smile at how easily tickled you became at her praise.

Although the noise level had significantly quieted down, Shuri whispered into you again.

“You look beautiful, my love.”

Another giggle escaped you and it was music to Shuri’s ears.

“Thank you, shuri bear”

“I thought I told you to stop calling me that, y/n” Shuri huffed before letting you down, her still wrapped around you until the swaying ceased.

“Oh, by the way, this is Riri.”

Shuri softly tapped on the tinted window, prompting the stranger to roll it down.

Riri sat stone-faced and unamused. Her sharp jaw clenched in annoyance before she threw an uninterested two finger wave your way. She still had not looked in your direction, but your gaze locked in on her. She sat slouched in the front seat of Shuri’s Maserati Quattroporte, wearing a baggy denim jacket over a tight fitting white crop top with matching baggy jeans.

Your attention focused on the neat star design braided into the side of her head and the joint tucked behind her ear.

Even drunk, you could sense that she didn’t like you. Or at least she didn’t care much for you. She didn’t even know you, how could she not like you?

“You good, Cher?”

Riri’s low voice pulled you from your thoughts and you tightened up immediately, flipping your braids back and straightening out your dress. You wouldn’t let her see you sweat, but can admit you were impressed she caught the reference. You threw on a fake smile before bending down to reach her level.

‘You’re in my seat, Riri—“

Before she could respond Shuri snatched you away from the window.

“Hey watch the dress!” You shouted.

Shuri pulled you around to the driver’s side pushing you up against the side of the car. You yanked your arm out of her grip.

“The fuck was that for?”

Shuri stepped closer to you, the front of her body touching yours.

“Riri is my girlfriend, she’s not riding in the back.”

You stared blankly at Shuri as your thoughts began to race again.

Girlfriend? When did this happen? How did this happen?

It seemed Shuri could read your mind.

“We can talk about this later. Just sit in the back and be good for me, please? Riri likes to fight.”

Shuri opened the back door, helping you inside. She was about to close the door, but stopped to pop her head back inside the vehicle, taking your chin between her thumb and index finger.

“Play nice” she whispered

Your eyes followed Shuri as she hopped back into the front seat. The engine purred to life and the three of you were off.

You stared out the window at the star lit sky, watching the lavish residence disappear from view, thinking back to the last time you had seen Shuri.

Four months ago the two of you were inseparable. Showing up to parties together, showering each other with gifts, sneaking away to private islands. It may have seemed extravagant to others, but it was a lifestyle the two of you were accustomed to.

You enjoyed your time together, but both parties especially enjoyed the freedom that came with not committing.

It was no secret that you and Shuri had undeniable chemistry. She would do anything for you, go anywhere with you.

The reason you weren’t in Riri’s position was because you didn’t need to be. Girlfriend or not, Shuri was never really out of reach. Your history ran deep and you had been through a lot together. Somewhere down the line, friends became more and things became romantic.

You both saw other people, nothing serious. Shuri usually had a few girls on rotation. It didn’t really bother you because she would abandon whomever she was using to occupy her time with to be with you.

It was one of the things you loved most about her. She was kind and attentive, kept you in check, never let you get lazy or unfocused.

On top of that she really knew how to f—

“-uck is she back there daydreaming about?” Riri snapped.

“She does that a lot” Shuri laughed.

“You wanna hit this or not? Don’t got all night.”

Riri held the lit joint between her fingers, pointing it in your direction.

“Thanks.” You replied dryly

You took it from her, then began to examine the bubblegum pink rolling paper.

“You roll this, Riri?”

“Yeah. Problem?”

You didn’t miss the small smirk that crept upon her face as she awaited your response.

“You used my rolling papers.” You stated matter-of-factly.

Your voice came out more shrill than you intended.

Shuri cut her eyes to you through the rear view mirror. It was a look you had come to learn was a silent warning.

“You left them behind the last time you were over, nkosazana”

You looked back over to Riri, who had now cracked a full blown smile. She watched in amusement as you took a long drag, letting the smoke fill your lungs.

You blew a path directly at her with the remaining smoke, letting it drift around her chiseled face and creating the illusion of her sitting among the clouds.

Her gaze had yet to leave yours. She was studying you: the way your nose scrunched up in annoyance, how your plump lips seemed to always sit in a permanent pout, and fixating on the way your chest increasingly rose and fell.

Maybe it was the weed or maybe it was the fact that Riri was stunning. Her eyes were intense as they bore into you, it made you nervous. It also made you extremely horny.

The car finally rolled into Shuri’s garage. And although you felt a suffocating heaviness in the vehicle, neither you nor Riri moved. You both knew better than to touch your own door handle.

Shuri went for your door first. You stepped out and pushed right past her, leaving no room for conversation. The clicking of your heels echoed throughout the vast garage as you stormed off, hips swaying beneath your dress.

The couple silently watched your figure stride past the rows of parked vehicles and vanish behind the door, making your way inside the house.

Shuri sighed deeply, carefully contemplating her next move. She grabbed Riri’s hands and kissed her knuckles before guiding her inside.

Inside, you made a b-line straight for the kitchen. You swung open one of the cabinets just above your head, snatching a wine glass from inside before slamming it shut.

Shuri was leaned up against the wall, right next to the small space that housed her impressive wine collection. Her eyes traveled down to the glass in your hand and she rolled her eyes, turning to grab the handle.

She disappeared inside, a look of contemplation on her face as she scanned the rows of bottles. Finally, she reached for a 1973 Chateau Montelena Chardonnay. She sauntered toward you, sending you a cryptic smile before heading right for the same cabinet you were just abusing.

In her hand she held two more wine glasses.

“I taught you better than that, y/n.” She teased.

Shuri made her way into the living room and you followed behind.

Riri sat alone on one of the couches, her hand rested over her face.

Shuri stood before you two, looking as beautiful as ever, oozing with charm and sex appeal. She set two of the glasses down, prompting you to add yours to the mix. You jumped at the ‘pop’ of the cork, anxious to have the glass back in your grasp.

“I think we should play a game, get to know each other a little better.” Her accent was thick, but it was no match for the tension in the air.

“And why would we do that?” You questioned.

The last thing you were interested in doing was learning anything about Riri. You felt you had gathered enough information about her from the ride to Shuri’s place: her name and the fact that she has a nasty attitude. Which is rich coming from you.

“Because, princess,” Shuri paused as she filled each glass. “If I’m going to keep both of you in my life, I want you two to bond, learn to get along.” She passed one to Riri, then you, before picking up the last for herself.

Before she could take a sip, her kimoyo beads hummed to life, signaling that someone was trying to contact her.

“I’ll be right back” was all she said before rushing out of the room.

Silence once again fell upon the house. You sipping from your glass, Riri staring you down from across the room. She was the first to speak up.

“So, what escort service did she find your ass from?”

You choked on your drink, appalled at the accusation.

“What the fuck did you just say to me, Keebler elf?”

You were trying to keep your voices down, afraid Shuri would hear from wherever she ran off to.

Riri stood up from her seat, coming face to face with you.

“There’s no way someone would be desperate enough to cling onto someone with a whole ass girlfriend the way that you do without getting paid for it.”

You stood your ground, pushing your upper body up to meet Riri halfway, mere inches away from her face.

“And you’d have to be one dumb bitch to think that title has any meaning.”

“Y/N!”

Before you could register the end of that exchange, Shuri grabbed you up for the second time that night, dragging you down the corridor and into a guest room. She slammed the door behind her, shoulders raising and dropping as she breathed heavily.

Stupidly, you opened your mouth to defend yourself.

“Shuri, that’s not fair, she was being awful to me—“

“I do not care! That is my partner, you do not speak to her like that. You disrespect her, you disrespect me. You’re lucky she even allowed you to step foot in our home!”

Our home. Your throat tightened at the sound. You were starting to feel sick.

“I should have told you earlier, I’m sorry.”

Shuri kneeled in front of you, taking your hands into hers.

“I met Riri a while back, when I went on that trip to Massachusetts.”

“That was six months ago.” You were trying to keep up with the timeline of events that Shuri was explaining to you.

“Yes. We kept in touch, nothing serious.” She peered up at you, waiting for your reaction.

“Go on.”

She cleared her throat before continuing.

“Of course you know, I got this place here in New York to be closer to you. But then I had to return home for a while.”

Things were starting to add up. You remembered having to say goodbye to Shuri, how much you had missed her over the last 4 months.

“Riri came to help me in the lab and we grew to enjoy each other's company. Not in the way that I’m used to, this was real. We made things official and when all the chaos settled, I asked her to return to the city with me.”

You were speechless for a moment, taking in Shuri’s words. You didn’t find yourself being angry, you had no right. The two of you were never exclusive and until a few weeks ago, you didn’t even entertain the thought of it. It had never bothered you that Shuri preferred an open relationship, but hearing that she was serious about Riri struck you to your core.

“Does she know?” You whispered.

“About us?” You nodded in response.

“Yes, I told her up front. My love for you never ceases. No matter who I am with, no matter where I go. You may not have chosen me, my love, but I will always choose you.”

Classic Shuri, girl always had a way with words.

“So how does this work?”

“Riri doesn't care for monogamy, that is how this even works in the first place. We’ll have to set some boundaries, of course, but I believe that we can figure this out. You just have to trust me, okay?”

It was a lot to consider. To say that you and Riri were at odds was an understatement, and establishing mutual tolerance would take some work. But you saw how much this meant to Shuri.

“I missed you, Shuri” you said honestly. Fatigue began to overcome you, and Shuri knew she didn’t have much longer to converse with you.

You laid back onto the bed while Shuri removed your heels. She covered you with a blanket and bent down towards your face. Your eyelids grew heavier with each passing second.

“We’ll talk some more in the morning. Get some rest now. Did I already tell you how beautiful you look?”

“Yeah, but you can tell me again.”

A big smile broke across Shuri’s face. She placed soft kisses on your cheeks, one after another, and lingered as she made contact with your forehead.

“umhle nkosazana yam”

It was the last thing you heard before sleep carried you off.

#shuri x reader #shuri x riri #shuriri x reader #shuriri #shuri x you #shuri x y/n

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prinxeali · 1 year

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Breakroom

Another Oneshot! I've never written full-blown smut before, so bear with me. Huge thanks to @generallysapphic for helping me; they're the best!

Shuri and reader receiving, pussy slapping 🥴, and bratty Shuri.

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“Your job is so boring. When you applied to become a private eye for Wakanda, I didn’t think you’d spend so much time studying.” Shuri groans, slumping childishly into the chair next to you. “When I agreed to date you, I didn’t think you’d complain so much,” you reply, not looking up from your work. Shuri makes an offended noise and gently tugs at a strand of your hair, causing you to hiss in pain and annoyance.

You take a deep breath and turn to your queen sitting on your desk with her arms crossed. “I agreed to let you stay with me as long as you took a nap.” you seethe. Shuri had been spending too much time working in her lab, so you tried to force her to nap, but she insisted she’d rather stay with you. “I’m not tired. I told you I was fine. Please let me go back. I might die if I have to watch you type another word.” she implores, jutting out her red-tinted lips in a pout. Under different circumstances, her demeanor would've been adorable. Still, given that you had a developed headache from all the research, her brattish behavior started to irk you.

You run your fingers through your now tightly shrunken afro and rub your temples. “Baby, I need to finish this research, and you need to rest. I stand by my decision. You aren't going back to work until you rest.” you say, leaning back in your seat, tapping one of your well-manicured nails against the arm of your chair. You and Shuri glare silently at each other for a while, two unwilling and unmoving forces against one another. After you feel your point is made, you return to your work, much to your lover’s disappointment.

Another hour passes by with no exchanged words or glances. Shuri is laid out on the floor, tossing a ball off the walls of your office while you do a few finishing touches on your report. “Bab-” you start to say before you’re interrupted by a call from your boss. You look between the call icon on your screen and Shuri before smiling apologetically as you pick up the call. You can hear Shuri shuffling in the background as you put on your headset, but you don't have the time to look back and see where she has gone.

Five minutes into the call, you feel the ghosting of warm fingers up your thigh. Without thinking, you jump from your seat; your eyes darting back and forth anxiously in search of the offender. Almost immediately, your eyes land on Shuri, shaking in laughter underneath your desk, her body doubled over in amusement. “Are you alright?” Your supervisor asks from the other side of the call. You take a deep breath and sink back into your seat, “Yes, I thought I saw a bug.” you say, looking pointedly at Shuri.

The call goes on for what seems like hours. Your supervisor drones on and on about upcoming cases and data. At this point, it all sounded like gibberish. Shuri had her hands back at your waist, carefully and quietly unbuckling your belt and flicking open the button of your jeans. You hastily slap her hand away and shake your head. Shuri pouts and gives you the softest, most pitiful look she could muster. Tearing down your stern demeanor with her pretty brown eyes and plush lips, the way she batted her eyelashes…

Ah, fuck it.

You sigh and lean back on your seat, an open invitation for Shuri to continue her task while you speak on the phone. It didn't take the princess long to get your ankles and underwear off your body, as she's had plenty of practice before. Despite the build-up, the first caress of her hot tongue on your clit made you moan loudly. Both of you freeze and look nervously at the cell phone. In your hand, “Y-Yes, director, I just caught a cramp in my thigh.” you explain, reaching down with your free hand to guide Shuri's mouth back between your thighs.

Shuri spends most of the call between your thighs, savoring your pussy like a treat. Occasionally you muffled moans into your hand, but the longer this went on, the more desperate you got. You had been on edge for an hour already, and that little black dress Shuri was wearing wasn't doing you any favors. Shuri had been getting impatient, too. The movements of her tongue and fingers made it much more difficult for you to focus. “Mhmm, Yeah,” you say into the phone, unclear if your words were directed at your boss or the way Shuri was sucking on your clit.

“Y/N? Y/N, do you understand?” your supervisor asks rashly. Your head was thrown back in euphoria as Shuri curled her fingers just right. You take a shuddery breath and respond, “Yes, I understand. Ah, I-I’m, I'll have them to you tomorrow” you rush out, turning away from your phone to conceal the moan building up in your chest, your thighs shaking against the chair's leather. Finally, the line dies, and your boss vanishes from the screen. “Fuck, I'm gonna cum-” you exclaim, grinding your hips against Shuri’s tongue. Relief washes over you like a wave, the blood rushing in your ears as the knots that steadily built in your stomach come undone. Your head is swimming in the best way possible.

“I can't believe I let you do that-” you say between pants. You were closing your legs and focusing on the woman before you. Shuri shrugs and licks her lips with a cat-like smirk. “You looked so tense, I figured an orgasm would help lighten the mood,” she says shamelessly. You click your tongue and reach down to grab your clothing. Shuri shuffles about next to you for a bit before going still; suddenly, something soft and light hits the side of your head, Shuri's underwear, to be precise.

“If you want me to take a nap, I can think of a couple of ways for you to tire me out,” she says, holding up two of her fingers, shiny with her own slick. In a motion blur, you quickly and efficiently moved Shuri onto your desk, pinning her more petite frame down to the polished surface. “You are such a fucking brat,” you say with a chuckle tilting down to bite her bottom lip. “I thought that's why you dated me?” she says softly, pulling you down for a kiss.

Shuri spreads her legs invitingly, using her hand on your neck to guide you down between her legs. You use two fingers to spread her lips apart, leaving her sensitive body entirely at the mercy of your tongue. Her thighs were soft and warm around your head, occasionally quivering when you grazed her clit. You lift your head and hook your arms under Shuri’s knees to pull her closer to the edge of the desk before dropping to your knees so you were eye level with where you need to be. You took the opportunity to look up at Shuri’s eyes, dark with lust, her hips tilting up as a silent plea for more.

“intombi entle,” (beautiful girl) you coo, blowing cool air over the wetness between her legs. She whines pitifully and tries to pull your head closer, but you pull further away instead. Using your hand to pat her pussy firmly, her juices sticking messily to your hands. “So desperate. What do you want, usana?” you ask. Shuri silently rocks her hips against your hand in response; she needs to do more than that.

“Just make me cum, please,” she begs, pulling her dress above her breasts and tugging at one of her perfect, dark buds. You stand up and pull her into a heated kiss, swallowing every whimper and moan she had to offer as she ground against you. You trailed kisses down her neck, stopping to suck a bruise right where her shoulder meets her neck before moving downwards to take one of her nipples into your mouth. You alternated between gentle nips and sweet caresses of your tongue, leaving her shivering under you.

By the time you were back between her legs, she was dripping. Her lips glistened in the dull light of the office. Shuri took it upon herself to drive you mad, slipping two of her pretty fingers into her sopping heat and pulling them out, drenched in her essence and spreading it over herself. “Fuck, you're so wet,” you say, running your fingers through her slit before sinking two of them into her with ease. Shuri bites back a moan as you plunge your fingers deep into her pussy. You curl your fingers and bend to suck her clit, swirling your tongue around the sensitive nub.

Shuri’s cries raised in pitch, her breath stuttering as she approached the edge. “Such a good girl. All those other bitches can flirt, but at the end of the night, this pussy is mine, right baby?” She doesn’t answer; her eyes shut tight as you drill her with your fingers. Dissatisfied, you slap right over her clit, the sound reverberating through your office.

Shuri moans the loudest she has so far, her thighs immediately closing around your wrist. For a moment, you think you’ve gone too far until you feel the evidence of her arousal running down your forearm as she tightens around your fingers. You didn't know someone could get this wet. “Oh? Do you like having your pussy slapped?” you ask, pressing down on her clit as you slide in a third finger, her eyes rolling back into her head while she mumbles dumbly in response to your question. You stop your fingers and cup Shuri’s cheek gently with your free hand, encouraging her to look at you. “Use your words, sithandwa,” you speak gently, kissing her plush lips. “Yes, but do it harder,” she says between kisses.

Shuri looks up at you sweetly, simultaneously clenching around your fingers. “Undenza ndiphambane,” (you drive me crazy) you groan, twisting your fingers inside her and delivering a few sharp slaps to her pussy. Three thrusts were all it took for her to come undone all over your fingers. She sobbed in ecstasy as you milked her orgasm out of her. Her hands were unsteady as they grabbed desperately at your wrists, unsure whether she wanted to run or pull you in deeper. You rubbed her clit in quick, fast movements. “I'm coming, I'm coming fuck-” she a but screamed, her legs tremoring against your arms as you sent her right into a second orgasm that had her gushing all over her thighs and the desk beneath her.

You carefully pulled your fingers from her core and wiped them on a tissue before sitting in your chair, pulling Shuri’s shivering body into your lap. “Good girl, you did such a good job, Usana,” you whisper, pecking her head. After cleaning her up as thoroughly as you could, you leaned back to look her in the face. “I think I squirted on your report,” Shuri says, referring to the now-soaked papers on your desk. Some of you cringed at the thought of reprinting all of those papers; however, the heavy weight of Shuri in your lap made the damp work seem insignificant. You shrug your shoulders and rest your head against hers.

"Worth it."

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A/N more to come hopefully 👀

#bottom!shuri #shuri x plus size!reader #shuri x fem!reader #shuri x woc!reader #shuri x reader

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tobiasdrake · 8 months

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An important moment in every hero's development is the moment at which they become the hero. Not the moment they gain their powers or their costume or start fighting bad guys. But the moment they become the person they need to be. The person the people relying on them needs them to be.

Iconically, Peter Parker became the hero after his Uncle Ben was shot, and he learned about responsibility. But Amazing Spider-Man 2 kicks that can down the road. For a time, he acts as a violent vigilante on a single-minded crusade for revenge. He never gets his revenge; Never gets closure that other Spider-Men get. But he puts it aside during the bridge fight with the Lizard, finding a higher calling in saving other people's lives.

Notably, the film refrains from calling him Spider-Man until that very moment.

Tony Stark built his suit to escape from terrorists, and then kept designing as a passion project. He made formative experiences with Yinsen, but he didn't truly become the hero until that fateful moment, watching the Ten Rings attack Gulmira.

Steve Rogers, by contrast, was always the hero since before we met him. His heroic spirit was willing from the start; He just didn't have the body to match.

And then there's T'Challa. T'Challa served as the Black Panther for quite some time before he became the hero. His moment came after he took that fall in his fight with Killmonger. When he confronted the ancestors and vowed to do better.

Some characters take longer than others. But Shuri? Shuri's metamorphosis lasts right up until nearly the end. She doesn't become the hero until she finally has Namor on his back. Spear to his throat. Her long-awaited vengeance inches from fulfillment.

She came this far for blood only to find herself at the last possible second. Only to find her way to T'Challa at the last possible second. "Vengeance has consumed us," she says in a deliberate parallel to T'Challa's commentary on Tony and Steve's schism.

In this moment, she becomes queen and Black Panther. In this moment she has a revelation. Wakanda and Talokan should not be fighting each other. They are two nations under threat by colonizers. They should be supporting and defending one another. The enemies they fear only benefit from their conflict.

As demonstrated by Valentina de Fontaine who's out there popping champagne over Queen Ramonda's death. The CIA subplot isn't good for much but it does drive home this point. The Americans don't even know Talokan exists and they're still celebrating the bloody Wakanda/Talokan war.

It takes a huge gesture of diplomacy for Shuri to forgive her mother's assassination. She has every right to take the pound of flesh she came for. But she has to think of Wakanda now. And so she makes a different choice.

I think Wakanda's going to be in good hands.

#marvel #marvel cinematic universe #black panther #black panther wakanda forever #shuri #namor

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cuddl3s4shur1 · 1 year

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Love Or War

Shuri x Talacon Fem reader

Wakanda Forever Spoilers!

Summary:You where told to go on a mission to have a 1v1 with the black panther . You couldn’t be serious the whole time so you where either cracking jokes or flirting. After your being 1 v1 the 2 of you could only think about love or war

Authors Note:GRAMMAR ISSUES im lazy

You where a member of the talacon and recently your nation had been going against wakanda. They had been going against wakanda and hitting hard at that . Recently you got a mission to break in to the “lab” .Your mission was to have a 1v1 with now the queen shuri . The only problem with this plan was what if she punched a whole in your mask . You told your thought to Namor and he exclaimed that you had to drink something .The drink would make you like Namor half human and half fish . You where happy you could be on earth and be just fine.

Now was your debut your debut to have your 1v1 agains shuri.You had been training for months for this moment.While other members of the Talacon was destroying the outside of the place as a distraction. You where making your way into the lab .

Once you got in the lab you start to look around .”This is pretty nice” you say casually.Your back was facing the door you heard the sound of spear coming your way . You reach your hand up catching the spear .

“Thought you where slick huh “ you tug on the spear getting control of the spear . You slowly turn around to see the face of queen shuri . “Just the lady I was looking for ironic “ you smile . “Who are you and why are here” shuri says getting defensive.”Oh silly me I forgot to introduce myself “ you chuckle . “Well my princess I mean queen I am y/n a member of the talacon” you say while bowing.

You start to feel the spear with your hand . You felt engraved letters on the hold .You touched the blade with your finger.”Nice Blades you got here babe very pointy” you end with a smile .You where fighting with your hands.As you where using your fists for this fight you some how got shuri on the ground. You started to look and get on top of shuri . “What an iconic moment right now I got the kitty on the ground “ you smiled . “Not for long she says “ she now was on top of you . “ What’s wrong cat got your tongue “ she smirks

Shuri was getting fed up she wanted to fight at this point.”Not a talkative person I suppose “ you say getting in fighting stance . “Give me everything you got babes “ you say than you whisper “even if that means you have to choke me also I personally like it rough” you giggle .

Shuri had changed into her black panther suit while you where talking . Danm she was fine in the suit . She pressed a button showing a smirk on her face you knew that the 1v1 had finally started.

She took her claws out and started to try to claw you . “Not to fast kitty “ you say dodging her claws. You use the spear to jump behind shuri and Stab her in her back. You guys where now fix fighting. She tried to trip you but you did a cartwheel. You lost your spear at some point which means you only had hands.

You where fighting with your hands.As you where using your fists for this fight you some how got shuri on the ground. You started to look and get on top of shuri . “What an iconic moment right now I got the kitty on the ground “ you smiled . “Not for long she says “ she now was on top of you . “ What’s wrong cat got your tongue “ she smirks .”No just admiring how your so sexy” you smirk . You decided to get up from your position . You punched her in chest and jumped behind her to turn her around and do the same thing .

You got your spear trying to hit the black panther in the stomach but they happen to be to fast . “Did the panther get to fast for you “ she chuckles . “Oh no doll it was a distraction to do this” you break her mask with a spear . “ just wanted to see your pretty face of course “ you smile .

You guys kept on fighting at this point. But then you made your way on the floor.”Looks like you most really like the floor “ she chuckles than smirks . “When I said rough I didn’t mean this rough” you say rolling your eyes .You kick up kicking shuri and getting up .Shuri groans while you where getting up . You kept using your spear to fight due to you not having your other weapons .

She kept trying to punch but you would either dodge or punch or both . Every time you would use your spear it would either fall or shuri would get in control. At some point shuri was on top of you . But it didn’t last that long due to you doing a wink sliding under her to surprise her from behind . That was a very iconic fighting move if you say so yourself.

You got kicked pretty hard in your stomach . But you got payback later in the fight . You happened to break her mask in the middle of the fight.In that case she was mask-less for the rest of the fight . You started to hear Dora miljae talking outside the lab . This was your cue to leave the lab. “Your pretty good at fighting kitty ,next time not to rough and stop looking kissable . You say while chuckling and leaving .

When you got home all you could think about was the fight with the queen . How she was kinda funny during it and how damn fine she looked in that suit . Where you developing feelings for the the Enemy.

Shuri was thinking about how flirtatious you where acting . It made her smirk while thinking about all the names you called her . It turned her on . You where on her mind and she was on yours the only problem was

Did you guys want

Love

War

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lethargicwizard · 1 year

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Alright I think enough time has passed but nevertheless; Spoilers for Black Panther Wakanda Forever!

to start off I really enjoyed the film, I know "MCU writing" has become something of a meme recently with how formulaic it can be and how you can practically predict how the dialogue will go for most of the movie but Wakanda Forever's themes of grief and loss along with how it carries a more mellow/serious to even melancholy tone over the better part of its run time makes it a very refreshing change from what I usually expect from Marvel. I'm not saying to abandon that style entirely but save it for the more snarky characters in the Marvel gallery.

while I am and always have been of the firm belief that you should never just make characters a different race or ethnicity as opposed to creating original stories and characters the talokhans are the exception that proves the rule, they have an interesting and fleshed-out backstory that makes them feel unique and original as opposed to if they just copy and pasted on Mayan designs to the original Atlantans, I'm a sucker for the sort of tribal futurism that has become indicative of this series making them feel like what might happen if you left an isolated Mayan civilization alone till the present day. The fact that they went through the trouble and chose to create a brand new underwater civilization as opposed to the same overused trope of Atlantis is delightfully refreshing and the fact that they based it off Tlālōcān the Aztec/Mayan (present in both mythologies) paradise realms for those who died violently from phenomena associated with water is just a cherry on top. As far as antagonists go I think they're top-notch, the fact that they are a very clear foil to Wakanda itself and don't so much feel like villains as they feel like people trying to protect their way of life also considering the relationship between Black panthers and Namor as well as the respective kingdoms they rule over in the comics they seem like the obvious choice, not to mention the fact that no one would believe that any force from earth could touch Wakanda aside from a nation of equal standing. The city of Talokhan itself is an absolute masterpiece and not just for the iconic tour scene accompanied by "Con la brisa" but for being the only underwater civilization that makes use of three-dimensional architecture given the fact that they are in a medium that allows for it: which gives me the pleasure of awarding it the

"Greatest Fictional World-building/ Fictional Architecture Award"

not to mention that that was undeniably harder to film given that it had to be filmed underwater. And to that end, I wouldn't be opposed to seeing a slice-of-life comic run detailing daily life in Talokhan or in Wakanda for that matter. However, my absolute favorite thing about the Talokhans was that they were able to recreate the same magic for the Latine community as the original Black Panther did for Black people back in 2018 giving Latine and indigenous actors a chance to be on the big screen and shine with all their glory, plus a new hand sign out of it.

Characters:

Shuri: Her journey through the film was an incredible ride watching her deal with grief, wrath, and heartache throughout made her standout and not feel like she was just in T'Chala's shadow, watching her stumble and slowly but surely become her version of the black panther was great. The fact that she still jokes around and still has fun in the movie feels very relatable since life can't slow down for grief and healing and sometimes little sparks of joy leak out in sadness, I think her journey as queen and as a protector and i look forward to seeing it all

M'Baku: Once again an absolute joy to have on-screen, his comedy, shit talk, and lines are second to none and in general just heightens the quality of the film. His range as a character surprised me this time while he's always been belligerent but honorable his ability to empathize as well as the respect and recognition he shows towards Okoye and Shuri in this film gave me another layer of respect for his character, Winston Duke's performance was all around top notch.

Namor: This rendition of the character is without question my favorite, and while that's not really saying much coming from someone who's always thought of Namor as one of the most yee-yee head-ass characters to ever exist from the dumb ass Hermes feet to usually wearing some scale covered briefs/speedo/ male striper wetsuit, I enjoyed his design this time around. The boxer briefs, armbands, footwear, collar piece, and piercings do so much for his design to be unique and so him (at least in this origin). Tenoch Huerta does a magnificent job as the character capturing his infamous condescending nature yet still making him charismatic and enjoyable making him feel sympathetic and caring as a leader. As far as his moral affiliation and alignment goes I never thought the anti-hero title suited him all that well at least in this rendition of the character, both he and the black panthers fill this odd niche as leaders of nations for how they fit in a moral scope since they are always juxtaposed from what they feel and what they need to do for the sake of their people. Above everything else, my favorite part about Namor in this film is his fight choreography; as much as I loath the foot wings (the wing loading you'd need on those alone...) the way they allow him to kick off the air like a platform is one of the coolest locomotion choices I've ever seen giving him this sense of agility and maneuverability that is unparalleled in universe and in any other media, not to mention his intelligent use of his speed, strength, and velocity in his unarmed combat makes his style feel fresh, unique, and tailor-made for him. Also, he makes the second example for my thesis that water-themed comic book characters are significantly better with facial hair.

(i loved Okoye, Attuma, and Namora too but there wasnt much else i could say about them still love them, their performances and their actors tho)

All and all I love this film quite a lot so much so that I'm actually considering buying this upon release, that after credit scene and memorial to Chadwick Boseman simultaneously feel like a kiss on the forehead and a punch to the gut and I almost cried several times in. this film

#black panther #wakanda forever #wakanda #talokan #shuri #m'baku #attuma #namor #namora #okoye #t'challa #nakia #queen ramonda

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sailors-fightinginthedancehall · 1 year

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Okay so I saw Black Panther Wakanda Forever last night here are my thoughts.

(DM's are open for incoherent screeching about how good it was)

Chadwick Boseman. My god. This movie felt like closure for us too, as well as the characters. It was truly beautiful. I was in a cinema with a couple of assholes who liked sprinting down the stairs making fast noises and talking but they were silent with that intro. Everyone was. It was so goddamn powerful my god

This movie was so fucking emotional. I lost count of the amount of times I cried. This is the first cinema I've been in where EVERYBODY clapped when Shuri was there in her Black Panther suit, "The Black Panther lives!" And it felt amazing.

The themes of grief and vengeance feel awfully similar to Peter in No Way Home, having lost absolutely everyone and getting so goddamn angry, but in the end you don't kill them because you're not like that. And this is in no way a complaint. I LOVED that Shuri was able to show all these emotions and yell and scream and grieve and cry. I honestly would have said "fair enough" if she killed Namor. Letitia Wright is such a fucking amazing actress and she absolutely blew me away.

Also just every woman in this movie makes me so goddamn gay and we love them for it

Anyways speaking of Namor! He was really cool! I could agree with his motives and his look was just so cool. The underwater scenes were breathtaking. And I absolutely fucking LOVED the siren song sort of thing they had. Literal chills, just seeing them all. Jump off. Just like that. They really were a show of power and I was genuinely uneasy about the outcome of the fight.

I feel M'Baku definitely convinced me in this movie that he's more than just a comedic relief side character, he really gave it his all and was there for Shuri and he's iconic in his skirt.

The Dora Milaje remain as every fucking badass, I love them so much. I will now be holding onto Ayo and Aneka for the time being, for safekeeping. And Okoye remains as ever an icon, the scene where she is stripped of her rank really hit you right in the feels.

I never really thought of Queen Ramonda a lot, but she really left a lasting impact for me here. Her speech at the UN was very powerful and she held the attention of any room she was in. Her death is fucking heartbreaking and M'Baku holding Shuri back while she screams for her mam - like fuck. Why do you do this to me. Why.

I think Riri Williams will be fun to see again, I don't really have much to say about her in this movie but she was a good character. The parallels to Tony Stark were not gone unnoticed.

T'CHALLA AND NAKIA HAD A SON😭😭😭

Everett Ross could probably have gone without being in this movie lol but he was good to see, we love our American white boy trying to keep things peaceful while having no fucking clue of anything that's going on. He's just trying his best.

And I hardly recognised Val, so she's the director of what, the government?? Also that nugget of information that she was married to Ross at one stage it's like wait what - 😃 But anyways. Hope she shows up more and maybe we can learn more about her!

Overall this was a fantastic movie, it made me cry so many times and gave us a beautiful story. Thank you everyone involved in making it and RIP Chadwick 🕊️<3

#thérèse reviews things #bp2 #black panther wakanda forever #wakanda forever #black panther 2

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