#Wakanda Forever Fanfiction

[brattonez]

YALLL OMG

THATS AN OKOYE HOODIE….

OKOYEXATTUMA SHIPPERS WE UPPPPPP

#my post #black panther wakanda forever #black panther: wakanda forever #okoye #okoye x attuma #attuma #Wakanda #Wakanda forever #wakanda forever fanfiction #Wakanda forever fanfic #danai gurira #alex livinalli

[vneuns]

Can you imagine early mornings with Shuri? Waking her up with kisses and making breakfast for her while she sits and watches you

This is literally just me confessing my love for tita, i also went a little left with the request but same concept 🫶🏾

The sounds of people talking outside your window was the only thing you could hear so early in the morning. Your eyes blinked tiredly as you woke into consciousness and became aware of your surroundings. It was completely pitch black dark aside from the little bit of sunlight peeking through a sliver in between the curtains, and your girlfriend laid up against your front. A scarf tied on her head with an oversized white frankenstine’s wife sweatshirt adorning the rest of the sleeping beauty.

You couldn’t imagine being anywhere other than tangled up in bed with the love of your life. Leaning close you placed small kisses trailing up from her shoulder right up her neck and under her jaw. “Well isn’t this a surprise.”

Her voice rasps as she turns slightly towards you giving you access to her lips which you accepted happily. “I missed you,” You confused, pulling away from your girlfriend with your eyes still focused on her lips.

“Miss me, when? We went to bed together.” Your eyes filtered up to her eyes where your heart felt like it was going to explode with how much you loved her.

She was absolutely breathtaking, and too kind for her own good, but her laugh was mesmerizing and everything about her made you want to just sit and stare at her forever.

“Marry me.” Shuri’s eyebrows jumped up towards her forehead in surprise at the big question you had just dropped. You could tell by the look on her face she wanted to laugh because there was no way in hell you were actually being serious, but she caught herself when she truly looked at you and found only fondness in your eyes. “Y/n.. this is a really big thing you know tha-”

“It doesn’t have to be legalized with some papers by an old white man, shit there doesn’t even have to be rings. But I want you to know that this is how much I love you. That I'm in this forever, princess.” Shuri’s eyes began to water slightly as she quickly wiped them away knowing if she let them fall they’d never stop. “Ngunaphakade?” (Forever?)

“Ngunaphakade.” you whispered, taking her hand and placing a kiss atop her knuckles. A moment of silence went by the two of you looking at each other with nothing other than love. Until Shuri nods. And it’s as if time stops. Instantly your lips are on hers while your hands go to either side of her face.

After a lot of kissing and a bit of feeling over the clothes, Shuri pulls back her eyes flitting between your eyes and lips. “Well don’t be rude, make your fiance a breakfast fit for the queen.” You chuckle leaning in for one more kiss before pulling back and getting out of your shared bed.

“As you wish, my love.”

You stood at the stove watching the pancakes and waiting to flip them patiently. They were Shuri’s favorite food from America and the only thing she’d eat when you first began dating, that was until you introduced her to Pizza, then that became her favorite.

Standing at the stove you tried to wrap your head around the fact that you’re engaged to the love of your life, and how marriage hadn’t been a big thought in your mind until you woke up and had decided this was how you wanted to wake up every day.

Arms wrapped around your waist freeing you of your thoughts. “I have missed your pancakes,” Shuri admitted into your back as her hands rubbed up and down your sides. “I’ll make them everyday for you then.”

“No no no, not everyday. Only sometimes.”

#fluff #shuri x fanfic #shuri x reader #shuri x black!reader #wakanda forever x y/n #shuri fanfiction #wakanda forever x reader #shuri fanfic #shuri x y/n #shuri x you #wakanda forever fanfiction #wakanda forever fanfic #shuri x fiancé #shuri x fiancé!reader

[uzumaki-rebellion]

"King Killmonger: The Golden Jaguar" Masterlist

NSFW. Smut. Violence. Mature Audience Only.  

***Author’s Note!***

BEFORE you read this epic, it’s important to note that you MUST have read “Black Boys Bloom Thorns First Volume 1 & 2, “Stark’s New Intern”, “Black Boys Bloom Thorns First Volume 3″, “Wet Sugar” and "Black Boys Bloom Thorns First Volume 4" first, in that exact order. If not, you will miss a lot of story threads that were planted to bloom here. Book order HERE.

Summary:

N'Jadaka prepares to wed Yani, his influential Caribbean fiance, in the most anticipated social event across the land. The new King of Wakanda continues to make global changes on a level that T'Challa refused to do. The C.I.A.'s discovery of vibranium in the ocean brings on the re-emergence of Namor during a Mama Wati celebration. Wakanda's new battle with the Talokanil tests the Golden Jaguar’s resolve to transform his nation into the preeminent superpower on earth. He leans on Yani and Ramonda to reign in the serious infighting among the noble class while presenting Shuri with a life-altering choice: Take over the mantle of Black Panther in her brother's absence.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

#King Killmonger #King Killmonger The Golden Jaguar #Killmonger Fanfriction #Namor #Black Panther Fanfiction #Wakanda Forever Fanfiction #Uzumaki Rebellion #Uzumaki Rebellion Writes #Wet Sugar 3

[psychedelic-ink]

love, or the lack of

pairing: namor x f!reader

genre: smut, romance

word count: 1.5k

summary: After your random meet, Namor visits you almost everyday. When you finally ask to see his home, he tells you he'll allow it on only one condition: after seeing Talokan, you can't ever leave again.

warnings: mild spoilers for black panther: wakanda forever, piv, fingering, mild dirty talking, creampie, breeding kink, possesive!namor

MLISTS .  LIBRARY. TAGLIST

The first time you see him, you’re throwing rocks into the water. 

You aren’t trying to make them skip or anything, you’re just frustrated and seeing how the water ripples soothes you in an odd way. You’re frustrated, angry, and lonely. Traits that drag him out of water and to you. Your first instinct, of course, is to direct your rocks at him. After all, a man coming out of water half naked could never be a good sign. But when he floats, two pairs of wings attached to his ankles, you stop your assault and listen. 

The first thing you notice is the softness of his eyes, but you see the anger and hostility he has towards the surface world, and indirectly, to you. 

Namor visits you often after that. 

Most nights are silent, he doesn’t say much other than ask you about your day. You tell him, then ask him about his city, he never says much. He mutters a lot, and avoids eye contact. In many ways he acts similarly to a wounded animal. You’re aware that he’s a powerful man, a king– no, a god– to his people, maybe you should be more afraid, but oddly enough you’re not. Sometimes he touches you. Touches filled with curiosity as they rake across your body, soft moans part your lips, he cups your breasts then remarks how warm and tender they feel. He always stops at your thighs, his hands not daring to touch the spot that aches the most. 

Then one day you break the cycle, you ask him a different question. 

“Would you ever consider showing me your home?” 

Every muscle surrounding his body grows taut at the question, he straightens himself, eyes fixated on the horizon. In all honesty, you weren’t expecting an answer when you asked. You half expected him to brush it off. His change of demenour surprises you. You pull your knees close to your chest, sand moves around you, the warmth of it subsiding with the setting sun. 

“If I take you there you can’t ever return,” he says, his voice low, dangerous. 

“Does that mean you’ll kill me?” 

“No–” he shakes his head, and finally allows his eyes to wander over your features. His eyebrows raise at your unpleasant question. “No, of course I won’t kill you. I just…I can’t allow a human to come back here, risking everything I’ve tried so hard to protect,” 

“You don’t trust me?” 

“I don’t trust any human,” 

Neither do I, you think, but sadly that doesn’t change the fact that you’re human too. You look back towards the bright city, the sound pollution reaches your ears, the yellow lights bright up the fog. Then you turn back, stare at the sea that has been bathed in orange sunlight. You turn to the man next to you, his eyes still in search of something he hopes to find on your face. Namor’s gaze drops to your lips, he swallows, and lifts his eyes back up to meet yours. 

“Take me with you.” 

“You won’t ever see the surface world again,” his voice is softer now, his body relaxing, he adds. “Well, you can visit with me by your side, but you won’t ever live here. Do you understand what I am saying? You will be underwater, forever.” 

“But I would be with you.” you smile, you softly touch his bicep. “Take me, Namor. I want to see you home.” 

You can breathe, yet you still feel the pressure of water. It surrounds you, circling around the only space that holds the oxygen you can breathe. It’s a beautiful place, it smells of sea salt. The guards that stand close by give you odd looks, Namor holds your hand and squeezes, affirming you that this is where you belong – not that you have much of a choice now that you’re here. 

“I will take you to see Talokan tomorrow,” 

Still feeling the rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins, you don’t argue. He takes you to his bedroom, the bed looks soft and luscious, he pushes you down, crawling between your legs. You hold your breath. His lips inch closer and closer, your heart beats madly in your chest. He drags his lips across your jawline, they’re wet and warm against your skin. Then he licks the seam of your lips, with a sigh, you part your lips, allowing him to taste you for the first time. 

Namor kisses you softly. His tongue languidly moving alongside yours as he presses himself further between your legs, you feel the length of his cock from underneath the thin fabric of his shorts, he grinds his hips and you break away from the kiss with a gasp. Grinning into your skin, Namor finds refuge in your neck, kissing and sucking your sensitive skin. 

“You’re so responsive to me,” he mutters, his warm breath breaking across your skin. “I love that about you. Ever since we first met, I’ve been dreaming of seeing you raw and open,” 

“You wanted me since the beginning?” 

Namor chuckles, tearing away the fabric of your shirt with ease, his tongue moves along the curve of your breasts. 

“Why do you sound so surprised? I think I made it obvious that I wanted you,” 

“Then why didn’t you just say something?” 

“I’ve touched you on multiple occasions,” 

He draws one of your stiff nipples into his mouth, his tongue goes in circles, teeth gently nipping around it. A shudder crawls up your spine, a moan ripping from your throat, when you speak again each word comes in between heavy pants. 

“I thought you were just curious,” 

He groans, teeth coming down harder around your nipple. Pain blossoms, forcing your back to arch off of the bed. Your eyes drop down to where he is, he’s already looking at you, eyes dark. 

“Do you allow anyone to touch you just because they’re curious?” 

Before you can utter an answer, his lips move away, a string of saliva following his kiss-swollen lips. Two thick fingers push between your folds, tracing around your entrance before sliding them both in. The air is caught in your lungs, fingers clawing at the sheets as he pushes them knuckle deep. Namor sucks in a sharp breath as he scissors his fingers, he cranes his neck, eyes flickering to yours. 

“How are you already this wet?” he groans, tongue wetting his lips. “Just watching you quivering like this makes me want to fuck you for days,” 

“I’m not going anywhere,” you challenge him, a sly smile tugging at your lips. “I believe we have time for that,” 

You see his smile, it’s laced with amusement, the gesture alone makes your heart skip a beat. Namor is all over you, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance as he cups both your tits and squeezes them hard. You let out a moan, legs parting further for his broad frame. He buries himself deep inside you, stretching you to the point tears sting your eyes. It’s a beautiful feeling. A feeling you’ve craved for as long as you’ve known him. His movements are fast, hard, each thrust knocking the air out of your lungs. Your eyes roll back, pleasure laving across your skin as he rams his cock deeper and deeper. 

Namor notices you biting back your moans, when your hand covers your lips, he growls, pulling it away. Where he holds you stings. 

“Don’t silence yourself,” he commands. “You’re free to make as much noise as you please. No one can judge you here,” 

Looking into his eyes, he fucks himself into you especially hard and your moan echoes, loud and lasting. He smiles at that, and pushes your legs towards your chest, as much as your body gives. His thrusts become frantic, rutting into you like a man unhinged. You scream his name, limbs shaking from the force of his hips. You gush around him again and again, slick staining the sheets. Pleasure bursts white behind your eyelids, he kisses you when you begin to cry for him. It soothes you, he licks the inside of your mouth and pulls away. 

“I’m going to cum inside,” he rasps. “Fill you up full of my seed,” 

“Fuck– Yes, please–” 

“You want me deep, don’t you my sweet girl– You’re doing so good for me,” 

“P-Please–” you sob, arms desperately wrapping around his neck. “Need you my king– my god–”

Namor spills into you with a groan and a stutter of his hips, he continues to fuck his cum into you as his lips find the curve of your breasts. Your body shakes at the feeling, eyes dazed and mouth slacked, you feel him spilling around the edges of his cock. Your muscles go lax, your arms fall and your legs twitch in protest. Namor slowly pulls out of you, gently laying your legs on to the bed, he massages them, looking at you apologetically. 

“Are you alright, my love?” 

My love, you like the sound of that. 

“I’m perfect,” you answer, voice hoarse. “Just a bit tired,” 

Namor lays down next to you, pulling you flush against his chest. You inhale his scent, he smells of saltwater and something sweet, you’re not sure what it is. His lips touch your forehead, and you find yourself slowly shifting into darkness, your eyelids growing heavy. 

When you wake up the next day, you’re still in his arms. 

#namor x reader #namor x y/n #namor x you #namor x fem!reader #namor x f!reader #wakanda forever fanfiction #wakanda forever x reader #black panther wakanda forever #mcu x reader #mcu fanfiction

[aokoaoi]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

pairings : shuri x fem!reader

authors note : yoo i haven't forgotten you all yet imao:cry: the only post today though cuz i kinda got unmotivated:( I'll try to post more soon, no promises though.

[■] what you most love about shuri, is that she does all five different kinds of love languages. sometimes you even feel like you're doing too small for her, but she reassures you that you being here with her is enough<3.

[□] words of affirmation; shuri has always been this kind of lady. she encourages you to to the things you love doing/do the things that interested you. she appreciates the things you do around the palace when she already has alot on her hand, instantly thanking you for being such a sweetheart.

when you're feeling pressured by something, she always listens to your rants, and in the end she gives you advices you look for. but sometimes, she just begs you to not pressure yourself with her work. she also tries her best to motivate you when you feel down and inactive.

[□] acts of service; shuri knows how much you help her with her own work, so she always returns your actions by helping you with your own work. you're one of the strongest amongst the Dora Milaje, so she assists you in training when she's free. now that she's the black panther, your training is basically more challenging when you're going against her.

[□] physical touch; shuri loves giving you hugs, especially when she hugs you from behind when you aren't expecting it. she absolutely adores seeing your slightly surprised face, watching as it slowly shifts from startled to flustered. she also loves it when you slightly tug on her hand, telepathically telling her that you wish to hold hands together.

you two can't keep your hands to yourselves, one of you always has to be preforming affectionate touches on the other no matter what. you two are basically like magnets together, it was kind of amusing. speaking of affectionate touches, shuris also sometimes the playful type to do that. like slight gentle smacks on the bum when no one is watching, soft pecks on the sides of your neck when your neck is exposed for her.

[□] receiving gifts; the wakanda queen loves giving you small-box wrapped gifts. it just gets delivered by a random palace worker out of nowhere and they state its from the queen, leaving you no room to ignore the gift. even when you disliked someone using their money on you, you had to admit it was quite cute seeing the queens gifts.

one time, you got a small crochet panther plushie when you were finishing training. overall, even the simplest gifts made your stomach flutter with delight.

[□] quality time; shuri is a busy woman, since she is a ruling queen of a powerful nation. but that doesn't stop her from spending her time with you. you two would go everywhere for your dates, since the queen said she wanted to make it memorable for you. but not only that, but you two would spend nights up for hours just talking and giggling like teenage girls on sleepovers.

shuri loves talking with you. she loves hearing your voice so much, it makes her heart soar whenever she does. your conversations were the best part in your relationships, you both would magically end up in different topics from time to time, even people listening in couldn't keep up.

[■] what shuri loves about you, is that you know just how to take in all her qualities and your humor. she loves when you randomly just tell a sentence and it manages to make her crack a smile, followed by a snort.

shuri loves how you do so much around the palace(again) when she's already so busy, seriously she's just considering on marrying you already. you're practically her queen in her own imaginary world, it drives her crazy.

[□] when you communicate; you never hesitate to confront her what's wrong, or when you're feeling down. you always share everything that happened in your day, giving her highlights of the activities you did, and overall just random facts you learned as well. basically, she loves hearing you ramble just to hear your voice.

you're a very understanding lover, which makes telling you something easy. you don't get mad in anyway, you never yell nor start a fight but instead you try to talk to her about it, and that leads to you both understanding both sides points.

[□] your mutual respect; shuri doesn't have a set of boundaries whatsoever because she knows that you're respectable of anything or anyone. you always ask for her permission everytime you're about to do something that includes her in order to know she isn't uncomfortable or displeased in anyway.

[□] you trust her no matter what; this is very self explanatory. even when you do worry about her alot, you trust her even when she's about to do something very reckless. but she doesn't get to go that easy when it comes to her recklessness. first, she always has to tell you about the idea, filling you up on the details and all that shit.

you only nod like a broken doll as a respond, trusting her as you try to hide your masked worry.

[□] your physical attraction; need she explain this? youre so beautiful it makes her want to cry herself to sleep from how lucky she is. like damn she's even sleeping next to you? lucky lucky girls fr. no matter what you say to her like 'i look normal', it's a big nono to her. if she could, she will make a whole statue about you, and every future generations can see how beautiful the Wakandan Queen's lover was. she also loves showing you off.

didn't get lazy on shuris part. totally.

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[sonofnjobu]

As the Black Panther fandom kicks the door in again, I’m here to remind you that every single fic I write is for and about BLACK WOMEN.

With a capital B.

Nothing is stopping you from enjoying the writing if you’re not Black. But please don’t come in my inbox asking, “Is if okay if I read this? I’m Greek/Filipino/ Indian…”

Please don’t put that burden on writers who have carved out a small corner on the internet for Black women in a space that’s never considered us.

If you’re just going to erase my details and imagine my characters as whatever race you are, keep that shit to yourself.

Enjoy the smut, get the nut, reblog, and throw a dollar or two to your fav fic writer if the O was that good.

#writing #black panther fanfiction #wakanda forever fanfiction #black panther

[ventingfanfics]

OMG I LOVED YOUR PLAYER SHURI X READER FIC THANK YOU FOR WRITING IT!! would you make a part 2 please? maybe some fluff?? maybe the reader is shy cause she has never been in a relationship before ?

Thank you bby, love the request, hope you enjoy!

Tag list: @shinsousliya @tchhairbandhere

First part

Don't Wanna be a Player No More Part 2

Shuri waited until you were out of ear shot and completely out of the cafe. She leaned forward, eyeing Riri who sat across from her. “Aye, whatever you have Y/N doing today, cancel it. I’m taking her somewhere.”

“Well, alright then, boss.” Riri and M’Baku exchanged playful intrigued expressions. 

“Missing work for a date? That’s new,” M’Baku said before dipping his carrot into the container of ranch. Riri gave a long high-pitch hum in agreement. 

Shuri waved a hand dismissively. “It won’t matter. Y/N is always ahead of the game.”

“That she is.” Riri was in the middle of chopping her steak. “Don’t be distracting my girl.”

“Your girl?” 

Riri addressed an amused M’Baku. “You see her? Getting territorial already. I said what I said.”

“Oh, please, Y/N has herself together,” Shuri said, albeit trying not to smile. This was a habit whenever you were mentioned. She wasn’t very good at hiding it. “When others are trying to court someone it’s respected and considered  romantic, but when I do it it’s a distraction. How is that fair?”

M’Baku shook his head, partly amazed. “Wow. When the player gets whipped—hey!” His gaze turned into a glare when Shuri snatched a carrot from his plate. 

As you returned to the cafe, you found Shuri and M’Baku getting into it while Riri was enjoying her lunch unbothered. You noticed she had changed her seat and you couldn’t blame her because you wouldn’t want commotion—whether it was playful or not—to surround you as you were eating.

“Put me down, old man!” Shuri said as M’Baku had her over his shoulder. 

“Why is she acting like she’s not Black Panther?” Riri asked herself. Your laughter pulled her attention and she smiled. “Hey Y/N, you’re back.” 

M’Baku put down Shuri and seated himself again. “Don’t mind us, Y/N.”

Shuri seemed a little embarrassed. She was blushing and barely looking at you, which was new because her eyes normally stayed on you. “How—how did your call with Nakia go?” 

“Good, she just wanted to touch base about the project. Oh, and she’s looking to send over another referral that she wants me to train.”

“Look at you!” Riri called proudly. 

You grinned. “Thanks, love.” 

Suddenly you felt yourself being pulled into Shuri’s arms as she hugged you close. “You’ve been beasting since you’ve been here. We’re lucky to have you.”

You could have melted in her embrace and her words were like a caress. “Awww, Shuri. Well, when you have a supportive team, it helps.”

Shuri laughed some, piquing your curiosity.  She moved some of hair from her eyes, your own gaze tracking the movement. “I just think it’s adorable how you can’t take compliments without giving them back.” 

You giggled lightly, understanding her observation. It was also appealing that she was paying attention to you even when you couldn’t see it. “I mean, if the shoe fits.”

“They’re cute,” Riri glanced at M’Baku with a pout.

“Agreed.”

“We would be cute together. Don’t you agree?” said Shuri, her smile widening as she noticed the warmth show in your features. She glanced at her kimoyo beads, checking them before she lightly touched your arm. “Lunch is technically over, but I want to show you something.” 

It was a no brainer to accept this invitation.

“Does Riri know?” You looked at the genius. 

Shuri chuckled. “Yes, she does. I spoke with her.”

You smiled. “Okay. Lead the way, my queen.”

~

Garden paradise seemed to accurately describe the location you now inhabited. The skies were a beautiful purple mixed with blues and surrounded by ethereal greenery. It looked too good to be real, like these kinds of things only existed in paintings.

“Wow. This is otherworldly….” You spoke your mind. 

Shuri smiled. “Yeah, a part from its beauty, it’s a good place to come and re-ground myself.”

You stared at her, taking in this information. Your thought drifting towards Wakanda’s very own, the late T’Challa. Like many, you had mourned his passing, but you couldn’t begin to imagine how it had impacted—and still impacted his loved ones. And then on top of it, Queen Ramonda had transitioned.

“By the way, I’m so sorry…for your losses…” You said carefully. Until now you hadn’t been able to give your condolences directly. It felt like you’d be remiss to not do so when you had the chance. 

Her smile was small and she inhaled and exhaled. “I appreciate it, Y/N.”

You waited to see if she’d add anything more. Either way, you already planned to tell her your next statement. “If you ever want to talk, vent, or anything, I’m here.” 

She had an unreadable expression on her face now but the warmth in her eyes was unmissable. Truthfully, she sensed this about you. You seemed like the type she could come to about anything. Thinking this made her smile to herself.  “I do want to talk, while you’re here. Tell me about your family.”  She tapped your hip and started walking. 

You spent three hours just talking, further getting to know each other. Shuri even told you about the heart-shaped herb. 

~~

The next morning before you left for work, you received a delivery. Whatever it was must have been clothing because of how it was secured in thick coverage. You attempted to take it but was unprepared for its weight. 

“No worries, miss, we are bringing it in,” The delivery man said with a kind smile. His co-worker brought in the rolling hanger and then the outfit was hung up on it. 

“Who is this from?” You asked.

“The Queen.”

You wished each other a good rest of the day and then you unveiled the unexpected gift. Your lips fell ajar at what was revealed to you. A gorgeous evening gown. There was a note attached. 

Neatly written it read:

Entle Y/N,

I hope you will join me for one of my network’s business launch. 

Yours,

Shuri 

P.S: Use the card.

Card? What card? Upon looking around you noticed it on the bottom of the clothing rack. Your eyes enlarged at the very generous amount (imagine.)

Realizing you were going to be late for work, you hurried out the door, giving Shuri a call.

“Shuri!” You said when she answered.

“Yes, my love!” She matched your tone. 

“You sent me that dress and gift card?”

“I sure did. How’d I do?”

“The dress…Bast, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen! I’ve never owned anything like it before.”

“Well, it is yours to keep. Especially made for you.”

“So you did design this?”

She hummed in the affirmative. “Now, I didn’t know what kind of jewelry you prefer, so I’m leaving that up to you.”

“Shuri, this is so kind. I will be sure to repay—“

“I’m sorry, what? The line’s breaking up…”

“Ha-ha, very funny. Doesn’t matter what you say, I am repaying you.”

“Nonsense. I’ll see you later, okay?”

“But Shuri—“

“But, nothing. Seeing you wear it is payment enough."

~

Your shopping experience was going well what with excellent customer service, but like some things in life, it took a turn. As your time lengthened at the stores, you noticed some females staring at you. Some wore blank or curious expressions while others seemed hostile. You could only guess that it was related to Shuri. 

People were beginning to talk, noticing that the Queen held you in high regard. Naturally, this would come with some tension. You’d seen as much from the times you’d gone to the club with Shuri and how some of the women had reacted to you. 

As long as they didn’t try you, all would be okay. 

You went to another merchant and cleared your head, taking an interest in some of the pieces. They had an even better selection. But this time, you decided to find something for Shuri. You took comfort in that, wanting to do something nice for her. But then you got distracted by a not so-whispered conversation. 

“Is that her?”

“Yeah, that’s her…”

“She’s cute…”

“Yeah, she alright.”

Then there was a male voice, “She’s pretty. Just gives off innocence.”

“That’s what I’m saying! The queen needs someone who can handle her.”

The earrings you’d been looking at fell to the floor. The merchant went to pick it up as you had turned around to look a small group of friends who already had their eyes glue to you.

You raised an eyebrow at the two girls and one guy. “Can I help you?”

One of the girls was visibly amused.  “Are you dating the Queen?”

“Who wants to know?”

“So, that’s a yes.”

“Can you call her?” The guy asked with a dopey smile. 

“Maybe if you show some respect, I will.” You held eye contact just a little longer before facing forward again. 

“Here you go miss, I gave you new pair,” said the merchant. 

~

For the first time, you weren’t jazzed up to see Shuri. Even when you’d been avoiding her those weeks, you’d still liked being able to see and hear her. However, solitude was what you were seeking at this time.

But you wouldn’t turn her away, especially not after the gift she’d given you. 

“My favorite girl.” Her face was brightened when she saw you. You almost felt better from her greeting and hug.

You offered her the dinner you’d made, which she gladly accepted. You smiled softly, watching her eat in your kitchen nook. If she hated your cooking, she was a good actress because she was chowing down merrily.

“Are you just gonna stare at me or talk to me?” She teased. 

Your shoulders shook in humor. “I’m in a staring mood right now.” 

“I see.” She wiped her mouth with the cloth you’d provided her. “Speaking of staring, have you tried on the dress yet?” You could see the excitement in her eyes.

“No, but even if I had, something tells me you would want me to do it again.”

You could tell she was a little taken aback but she chuckled. “That is right.” She licked her lips. “Did you get the jewelry?”

Your smile faded and you quietly nodded. 

She tilted her head a bit, eyeing you curiously. “Okay. How did that go?”

You furrowed your eyebrows wondering if she knew. It wouldn’t surprise you. 

“I did get the jewelry, which, by the way, thank you.”

Now, Shuri definitely knew something was off. It was all in your body language and tone. She caged you in by where you leaned against the counter. You looked into her gentle yet probing eyes. 

“Usana…” She frowned in concern.

You sighed softly and traced her hand tat. “It was good, until some people started noticing me. I guess some people know we’re seeing each other.” You intertwined your hands with hers, hoping to calm her as you felt the stirrings of a storm.

“How foolish of me, I should have protection for you. Don’t worry, next time and every time after that, you will. Did someone bother you?” 

“No,” You shook your head, immediately wanting to dispel such a notion. Shuri’s eyes were becoming wild now. “Nope, nothing of the sort. Just some cattiness.”

“Cattiness?”

You smiled lightly. “Yeah, you know. It’s to be expected.” She waited for you to expound. “Just some immature comments about whether or not I’m cute and me not being able to handle you.” You chewed on your inner cheek, hating that your tone was becoming watery. 

Shuri released your hands, backing up. “What? Where was this?”

“One of the stores—“

“Which store?”

“I don’t even remember, but the store is not the issue, it was the patrons.” You chuckled. “And get this, this is the funny part. One of them had the nerve to ask if I could call you.”

Shuri rolled her eyes. “Believe me, if I spoke to them, I wouldn’t be kind.”

“It’s fine, though. No one tried to hurt me.”

“Doesn’t matter. You did not deserve any of that.” She sighed, pulling at her short curls a little. “I knew something was wrong.”

You looked at her inquisitively. “Hm?” 

“I just felt something wasn’t right, but I dismissed it.” She tensed her jaw, visibly going through a self-loathing. “This will NOT happen again. I can assure you.” 

You wrapped your arms around her waist, swaying her. “Like I said, I know there’s gonna be haters…I just hope you don’t feel the way they do.” You could feel Shuri releasing you again, a frown etched on her features. “Sssh, let me finish. They mentioned that I seem innocent and that you need someone who can handle—“

“That is the dumbest shit I’ve heard.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “But, what if they are right? I don’t have a lot of experience in certain departments…maybe you would rather someone who knows what to do—“

“Y/N!” she interjected firmly. “Stop the madness. I don’t care if you’ve never been kissed, everything we do together is a first for the both of us—it doesn’t matter who or what was before. This is about the memories we create together. Do you hear me?”

Between her words, conviction, passion, and frustration on your behalf, your heart fluttered and so did your sex. “You’re right.”

“People will talk reckless when they are jealous. Fuck them.”

There were a few times you would have liked to have kissed Shuri. Right now, that desire was at an all-time high.

“I’m gonna try on the dress,” You said, tearing your eyes away from her mouth. “And you can help me choose the jewelry. I also got some stuff for you.” 

You turned to leave the kitchen first but were smoothly stopped. Pulling you to her and holding your lower back, Shuri planted a kiss on you that was full of life and love. 

#shuri fanfiction #shuri fanfic #shuri x y/n #shuri x you #shuri imagine #marvel imagine #marvel fanfic writer #marvel fanfic club #black panther imagine #wakanda forever fanfiction #shuri udaku #shuri udaku x reader

[tchallasbabymama]

Please tag me in the Namor x black!reader/OC fics that I know y’all are furiously writing…

#black panther wakanda forever #wakanda forever #black panther fanfiction #namor fanfiction #Namor x black!reader #namor x black!oc #Wakanda forever fanfiction

[twofrogshugging]

new The Water Queen chapter just dropped…we are so blessed to have this fic (23 chapters, 80000+ word slow burn !!) so early in our fandom 🧎‍♀️

#wakanda forever fanfiction #shuri x namor #namor x shuri #namuri #nashuri #can’t wait to make a rec list of the incredible five

[griots-tales]

BLACK PANTHER: WAKANDA FOREVER (but happier) snippet!

I'm planning to rewrite the new movie as how I think the first script would have gone (because I gotta cope, lol)... here's a preview of a fic that prolly won't be out for a long time but I'll try!

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Twice. What mother has seen her son die twice?

Ramonda ran a thumb repeatedly over T’Challa’s temples as he lay comatose on the medical bed. Adinkra, their healer, sat tiredly on a chair making reports about the King’s condition. Thanks to him and many others, twice hadn’t become thrice.

A ping alerted them that T’Challa’s brain activity had gone up. Ramonda glanced at the graph and back at her son’s twitching face.

“T’Challa?”

“Mng. Hhh.” He stirred.

“No… don’t try to speak.”

His eyes cracked open and he squinted into the bright surroundings. Behind them, Nakia entered the room and immedately rushed to him as his fingers began flexing.

“T’Challa…” She held his hand softly. “Shuri’s working on her synthetic herb. She’s probably had a breakthrough with the***********************************************************”

“Mm.” T’Challa grunted faintly and twitched his fingers into his wife’s.

Ramonda smiled and bent down to kiss her son’s forehead. 

“She’s been doing so much… I’m worried that she will be too tired for all this…”

Nakia shrugged in agreement. “Caffiene and a sister’s love can do a lot to keep her up, uMama…”

They heard a gentle clicking sound, and realized that it was T’Challa trying to smile with his dried up lips. Nakia giggled and took her lipbalm out before pressing a stripe onto each thick lip of his.

“He’s gonna be alright.”

#black panther wakanda forever #wakanda forever spoilers #wakanda forever fanfiction #wakanda forever rewrite #nakia #t'challa #tchalla x nakia

[artaxerxesthegreat]

I FINALLY KNOW K’UK’ULKAN’S NAME!!!!!!!

ITS CH’AH TOH ALMEHEN!!!!!!!

#shuri black panther #namor #namor x reader #namor the sub mariner #namor of talokan #talocan #kukulkan #tenoch huerta #black panther #bpwk #bpwk spoilers #K’uk’ulkan has a name #i can finally rest #knowing I know his name! #oh the FANFICTION(s)!!!!!!! #wakanda forever #script #black panther wakanda forever script

[revrover]

The Stranger - Pt 1

Part Two | Part Three

Pairing: Namor x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Language, blood, brief mentions of violence and alcohol

Summary: Upon discovering the unconscious body of a woman floating in the water, you rush to provide aid. Little do you know her people are searching for her, bringing a mysterious man to your door.

A/N: Still very new to writing fanfic (this is literally post number two), but couldn’t get this drabble out of my brain for a week so here it is. Please be kind! 

***I do not give permission to copy, plagiarize, or repost my work as your own in any form!

It’s close to dusk when you make your way from town back to your home on the secluded shoreline. With food and supplies in a bag slung over your shoulder, it will be another two or three days before you head back to restock. Although a fair distance, you have come to cherish the 5-mile trek into town. Walking along less traveled paths, visiting with the locals, and admiring the breathtaking nature around you have become some of your favorite things about living on the island. 

As the sun steals its last glimpse over the horizon, the vibrant orange and purple hues stretching across the sky begin to dim. The outline of a small bungalow comes into view about a hundred meters down the way. The warm glow of lanterns you hung before you left shines from the front porch, welcoming your return. 

You stumbled across this place two years ago, abandoned and needing major repair. Maybe it was just your nature to see the beauty and potential in broken things, but as soon as you laid eyes on the residence, your heart was set on it. Wrapped around the front is a porch with stairs that lead down onto a stone path, eventually making its way to the sand. Through the front door, an open entryway and a small kitchen are situated to the left accompanied by a simple sitting area. To the right is a doorway that leads to your bedroom and bathroom. It's a humble home, but you've worked hard to make it comfortable.

As you walk the familiar pathway toward the bungalow, you look out at the ocean. You watch as the water dances its way up the beach with every push and pull of the tide, waves gently lapping their way up onto the sand to make a melodic rhythm. You breathe in the salty air and revel in the beauty the island so generously offers. 

The moment of serenity is interrupted when, out of the corner of your eye, you notice something just past the wave breaks. You squint as you try to focus your gaze to ensure the evening shadows aren't playing tricks on you. A shiver shoots down your spine. 

There's something floating in the water. Only, it's not something. It's someone.

"Oh my god," you say in disbelief, your eyes widening as you feel the air rush from your lungs. 

You react on pure instinct, immediately dropping your bag to the ground and sprinting into the water. Taking a deep breath, you plunge straight into the waves, pumping your arms and kicking your legs until they burn. You swim as hard as you can toward the body as it floats face down. 

When you reach it, you fear the worst. Quickly you turn it over to check for a pulse and discover it is a woman. Her frame is small, but she's solid and muscular. Body adorned with beautiful gold and jade trinkets, she appears to be wearing some sort of woven armor. You also notice her raven-black hair tied in a knot on top of her head, and a mesh-like apparatus covering her nose and mouth.

You carefully cradle the woman's head, lifting it out of the water.

"What the hell??" You mutter in shock. 

Right before your eyes, part of the woman’s face that is now exposed to the air turns a pale pigment of blue. She seems human enough, yet the way the blueness of her skin contrasts with its golden tones underneath the ocean surface makes you question what she might be instead.

All thoughts are pushed aside, however, the moment your attention is drawn to the sight of blood. Two gouges, a laceration across her shoulder, and a wound to her abdomen are seeping red into the salt water. She’s in poor condition and time is not on your side.

Doing your best to grapple her body, you kick your feet and pull the woman back to shore. The tide's added assistance gives you both the momentum needed to propel you toward the beach. As soon as you are able to stand, you turn and haul her body the rest of the way out of the ocean. 

Gently you lay her on a patch of dry sand as you take a moment to catch your breath. Your chest repeatedly rises and falls, your lungs straining for more oxygen. Staring at her now, you feel your heart nearly pounding out of your chest as the rest of her body turns the same shade of blue as her face. You shake your head as you fight back both your fear and curiosity. Whatever the woman's origins, tending to her wounds is your main priority. Help her now, and ask questions later.

Still unconscious, you reach up to remove the apparatus over her face, preparing to administer CPR. Suddenly, her arm shoots out and grasps your wrist, scaring the shit out of you. With unbelievable strength, she restrains any movement your hand could possibly make. Her eyes are wide and intense, pupils dilated.

"Okay, okay, I won't mess with it!" You promise. Her grip slackens as her eyes roll to the back of her head, losing consciousness again.

You rub your wrist, the bruise already forming. Deciding it would be best to move her from behind, you link yourself under her arms and pull her towards your home, unwittingly leaving a trail of sand and blood behind you. 

Making it to the bungalow, you manage to get the woman inside and onto your kitchen table. She's breathing, but it's shallow. Quickly, you grab all the first aid and sewing supplies you can scrounge out of the cabinets. You swipe a bottle of tequila from the shelf above the sink for good measure. Then you get to work to patch her up the best you can.

You clean the wound on her abdomen first, as that's where the bleeding is most prominent. Disinfecting it, applying pressure, then sewing it up, you focus meticulously on the needle in your hand, threading it back and forth through her skin. Once you finish, you fashion a bandage to soak up the excess blood.

The sky is dark as you move on to her shoulder to do the same. It feels like hours have gone by as you continue dressing the woman's wounds. It’s well into the night now, and the only light reflecting off the ocean for miles is from the moon and the lanterns of your home.

That's when he finds you.

A dark figure emerges from the water. He surveys the scene in front of him, eyes filling with rage as his focus dials in on the bloody trail leading up to your door. Spear in hand and body seething with anger, he marches towards your little house. 

Just as you clip the thread used to sew up the woman's shoulder and begin to apply another bandage, you're startled by a deafening CRASH!

Behind you, your front door gets obliterated. Through it, storms a man who quickly steps over the wooden debris that now litters the floor. His presence swallows the room as water drips off of his body. His eyes lock on to yours. 

"Holy shit!" You exclaim in terror. Before you know what is happening, he has made his way over to you, aggressively backing you up against the kitchen cabinets. 

Face-to-face with you now, he holds the tip of his spear to your throat, grazing your skin with it threateningly. He leans in so close you smell the salty ocean spray that covers his dark skin and can practically see your reflection in the cold piece of jade pierced through his septum. His breath is steady, but his glare is wild and ferocious. You raise your hands, attempting to show you mean no harm, only you don't account for the fact that your arms are covered in the woman's blood. His look becomes more menacing. 

"What have you done?" He growls, his voice low and dangerous. A fire is burning in his eyes as they widen with rage. 

"I'm helping her! I'm helping her!" is all you manage to say as you plead your case to the mysterious, hostile stranger. 

His stare remains intense as you feel the growing pressure of the cold metal spear against your throat. Everything inside you is screaming, telling you to close your eyes and that one way or another it will all be over soon. But you don't - you hold your ground and hold his gaze, searching his face for any shred of hope that he will spare your life.

The man's eyes flick over to the woman on the table, taking in more of the scene. As his head turns, you notice his pointed ears and beautifully hand-carved gauges made of jade. He turns his head slowly back to you, looking at you this time as if deliberating in his mind whether or not you are telling the truth. 

Again he leans in close, and you hold your breath as you await his final verdict. 

"You will speak of this to no one." It's not a question. It's a command.

You nod, willing to agree to anything at this point if it means not having your jugular sliced open.

"You will forget this night, and what you have seen."

Again you nod.

He keeps the spear pointed at your throat while carefully backing away toward the table. Your heart is pounding out of your chest as adrenaline pumps through your veins. You don't dare move a muscle.

The man retreats, withdrawing his spear and scooping up the woman who looks so petite in his arms. He carries her through the doorway but stops to look back at you. He says nothing, but his eyes are deadlocked on yours. You can’t describe or decipher the electric sensation that runs through your body at that moment, so you chalk it up to being in shock. 

Finally, he turns to leave, seemingly floating down to the shoreline with the woman securely in his arms. You watch as they disappear into the ocean and the night. 

Left alone, surrounded only by silence, the stinging memory of a blade against your neck, and a buzzing in your chest, you look around the empty kitchen. Blood and first aid supplies cover your table; debris that was once your front door now lays scattered across the floor, a draft gliding its way through your home. 

Your mind is still processing everything that has happened. Physically and emotionally, you are exhausted. 

"Screw it," you say out loud, grabbing the tequila still on the table and taking a swig straight from the bottle. "I'm going to bed."

--

You wake up the next morning as the sun is starting to rise and feel just as exhausted as when you had fallen asleep. Your mind is hazy. Your body is sore. You get up and pull on a fresh shirt and some shorts before making your way out of your bedroom. Groggily you shuffle through the entryway and into the kitchen to greet last night's mess. 

Only a few steps into the kitchen, however, you stop. Blinking a few times, you rub your eyes. On the table, where bloodied gauze, cloths, sewing needles, and the works had been scattered, now sits your bag next to a neat pile of the food and supplies you had gathered from yesterday's trip into town. You look down at your feet to discover a clean, debris-less floor. Moving in reverse, you pace a few steps back into the entryway and turn your head. Stunned, you see a new, beautifully carved wooden door in place of where your old one had been kicked down the night before.

You pinch your temples as you try to convince yourself you're not losing your mind. You move closer to inspect the door. Eyes full of wonder and amazement, you run your fingers down its wooden grooves. The surface is smooth as stone, yet the grain in it gives the material a richness that makes your jaw drop as you admire it. 

Before you can even ask yourself how it was possible, you open the door and your breath catches in your throat. The man from last night is sitting there on your front porch, legs hanging off the edge of it, looking out at the softly illuminated horizon. 

"I apologize about the door." He says, still facing the ocean. 

Fear takes over as you find yourself frozen in his presence. He senses your uneasiness and, still seated on the edge of the porch, turns toward you. He raises one hand to the air as a sign of his peaceful intention.

"I promise I am not here to bring harm to you... or your home," he adds, his eyes trailing toward the doorway. You say nothing, equally stunned and confused by his being there. 

"I am sorry for threatening you," he says, his voice turning somber. "I didn't know what you were doing to her."

"Is she okay?" You ask, finally finding your voice. "Your wife?"

He lets out a sharp chuckle. 

"Namora isn't my wife, she's one of my generals -- my best, in fact. And yes, she is okay, thanks to you."

A general. You avert your gaze, feeling foolish for assuming incorrectly. Suddenly the events of last night take on a different tone than what you had perceived.

"We had been searching for her for two days." The man continues to explain, "When I finally traced her whereabouts here and found her with you, I assumed the worst." He looks back out toward the ocean. "History has not typically been kind to my people in these types of situations."

You feel your chest tighten as the weight of his words sinks in. Your eyes wander from the ground up to the stranger. You watch as beads of salt water forge paths on his skin, rolling from his dark slick hair down the toned muscles of his back. 

"Who... are your people, exactly? Who are you?" You find the courage to ask.

He turns back to look at you, raising an eyebrow in your direction as he considers his answers.

"There are some who know me as K’uk’ulkan." He says thoughtfully. "But most know me as Namor." Pushing himself up to a stand, he continues, "As for my people, that is a discussion for another time." 

Namor walks up to you, and once again you find yourself face-to-face with him. Only this time his presence is not menacing, it's hypnotizing. 

"Thank you," he says softly, "for what you did. It will not be forgotten." 

There's a rich sincerity in his voice. Mesmerized by it, all you can muster in response is a nod of your head. A slight smile pulls at the corners of Namor's mouth as he closely studies your face. The light of the morning sun reflects in his eyes, and where you had only seen brooding darkness before, you now see shimmering flecks of gold. Everything about him is beautiful. 

"You are not what I expected." He says warmly, leaning in closer as if the two of you are sharing a secret. He lingers there a moment longer. Then, all too soon, he nods and turns to head down the stairs of your front porch. As he reaches the end of the stone walkway, he stops before stepping out onto the sand. 

"Remember," he says, repeating his instructions from your encounter last night, only gentler. "Speak of this to no one."  

"Will you be back?" You ask earnestly. You don't know what prompts your question, other than the thought of his departure suddenly pulling at your soul in a way you can't explain.

He turns back to look at you and smiles. You return it with a smile of your own. No words are needed for you to know that somehow, someday, you would see him again.

You watch from the porch as Namor strides out into the water and disappears below the surface. The sun glimmers brilliantly across the waves as they engulf him in their deep abyss. 

#namor #namor x reader #namor x you #mcu namor #namor x y/n #k'uk'ulkan #namor fluff #namor imagine #mcu imagine #namor fanfic #namor fanfiction #namora #wakanda forever #namor x gen!reader #namor x fem!reader

[vneuns]

a shuri x reader where it's basically how riri and shuri meet but shuri is more flirty and ready is a bit shy 😩

𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋

PAIRING — Shuri x reader

WORD COUNT — you know as much as i do

WARNINGS — takes place during Wakanda Forever

AUTHOR’S NOTE(S) — I wrote this faster than I’ve written in a while so i’m really excited to be back into writing in all honesty. as always feedback is encouraged and enjoyed and I don’t mind starting a taglist if anyone’s interested

A knock sounds on your dorm room signaling you had a guest, with a groan you pushed up off your bed unlocking your phone and immediately going to check your emails to see if one of your clients had told you they’d meet at your dorm. To which you realized was weird and uncommon since you never met anyone at your dorm. “Who is it?”

“I wanna buy somethin from you,” The voice on the other side replies and without another thought you opened your door still looking through your emails for anything that would tell you who this mystery person is.

“Yo, I don’t meet at my dorm nor am I selling anything that-” Your voice trailed off as you made eye contact with the Princess of Wakanda. Your eyes widened, almost rolling out of their sockets at the goddesses in front of you.

“Well are you going to let me in, or are you going to stare at me like some eye candy?” Her honey smooth voice broke you out of your chance.

Stepping back and widening the door allowed the woman to walk into your dorm immediately, closing the door after her, once you did a sweep down the hall making sure no one saw her.

“Umm.. Princess, what are you doing here?” Shuri’s eyes scanned the room and suddenly you became claustrophobic and extremely aware of how messy the room was. “I wasn’t expecting anyone.” and especially not a PRINCESS.

Shuri’s eyes meet yours and she gives you a soft smile and shakes her head. “I’m not judging you.. I’m just taking in the college dorm life.”

Her hand goes to the back of her neck as if she’s nervous and it’s not completely weird that she’s standing in your dorm of all places rather than doing her princess duties in Wakanda. “So, Princess, may I ask what’s brought you to my humble abode?” You questioned softly. “I mean I’m honored, it’s not everyday the beautiful Princess of the most powerful country in the world-.”

“You think I’m beautiful?” She cuts you off tilting her head slightly with a quizzed look on her face. Out of all things she’s stuck on your compliment of her stunning appearance? Her facial structure is so sharp, her eyes are welcoming and remind you of something cozy, and her lips? Her lips are perfect and go just right with the rest of her face.

You can’t help but imagine how they’d feel against your own, or perhaps on your nec- “Y/n?”Shaken out of your day dream, you look at Shuri who’s happened to get closer in the small amount of time you spent daydreaming about her and her lips.

“Of course, who doesn’t?” Your voice is tip toeing the line of damn near non existence as her hand reaches up to one of your stray braids behind your ear like the other on the other side of your head.

“Nevermind. You're the one who built the Vibranium radar, correct?” The princess takes a step back and immediately you long for her body heat, and her musk of smell such as metals, and unidentifiable liquids.

“Yeah, I built it for a dumb school project,”

“School project?”

“My professor said I couldn’t do it, deemed it impossible even, but I proved him wrong and received an A in my efforts.”

“Well that A and need to challenge your Professor has gotten Wakanda into some trouble.”’ Your eyebrows pinch together in confusion as you move to take a seat on your bed. How did your tin- well not so tiny stupid project get an entire Country in trouble.

Shuri sensing your destress sit next to on the bed and puts her hand overtop yours on your thigh. “Hey..” Her head dips down a bit to make eye contact with you. “We’re gonna help you through this, you just have to trust me.” Your eyes connect with hers and can tell she truly means it. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

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[uzumaki-rebellion]

"King Killmonger: The Golden Jaguar" Chapter 5

Masterlist HERE.

"We hope each soul will find

Around and inside

Another soul to love

Let this be our prayer

Let this be our prayer, just like every child

Need to find a place, guide us with your grace

Give us faith so we'll be safe"

Avery Wilson & Candace Boyd—"The Prayer"

Yani held onto the hand of her baby sister Anika, as her middle sister Dawnette gushed over meeting Tahir. Anika told their entourage of women—Twyla, Zola, Ilana—the story of Killmonger and Tahir spending the night at their Aunt Leona's cramped apartment when she was sixteen and impressionable. But now that she was in her early twenties and legal, she had the right of first dibs on the handsome foreigner to Wakanda.

They entered the banquet venue's snazzy restroom where a full sitting room/powder room was set up before one even made it to the restrooms in a separate section. Checking their make-up and showering the room with their loud gossip over men and available bachelors, Yani noticed Ime in a corner with four other women seated on plush chairs chatting. Anika and Dawnette followed Twyla into the restroom to relieve themselves of wine and other spirits passed around for the after dessert libations. Yani took note of a few other noblewomen clucking together in their various groupings parceled about using wall mirrors to fix hair, and check make-up.

It was obvious that women snuck glances at Yani and she smiled while passing others to get to Ime.

"Princess Yani," Ime said.

Ime stood quickly and her friends did too, showing Yani respect.

"Leave us please…I would like to speak with Ime," Yani said.

Zola and Ilana walked away and kept watch over her for any intrusions.

"Shall we chat for a moment?" Yani said.

Ime nodded and Yani led her to some chairs in a corner that faced away from the other women in the room giving them some privacy.

"I wanted to talk to you about our relationship going forward. After I marry King N'Jadaka, I will be having a series of special events throughout Birnin Zana. Private teas, luncheons, and of course, the Queen's Ball. You and I will see a lot of each other because of Ramatla's position working for my husband."

"Of course."

Ime's voice was sweet as pie, but Yani wasn't keen on her maintaining a façade any longer.

"I know you don't like me. No need for us to pretend that you give a fuck about what I think about you."

Ime's eyes widened and several women within hearing distance moved away quickly to avoid catching strays. Hushed voices spread throughout the powder room and every woman not connected to Yani or Ime vacated the premises immediately. Zola and Ilana strolled over to the restroom toilet entrance to provide interference in case their party came out.

Ime pulled her shoulders back and lifted her head higher. She regarded Yani as a worthy adversary. Her mask fell away.

"It is true. I do not like you. You aren't fit to be queen—"

"You uncouth bitch!" Zola snapped.

Ilana held Zola back.

"I'm a bitch?" Ime said, slanting her gaze toward Zola. "You disloyal witches were so quick to scuttle over to her side that you threw away years of our friendship…and for what? A chance to be around the king?"

Yani glanced at Zola and Ilana. Ime craned her neck back and folded her arms over her chest. Her gaze burned into Yani's face.

"Do you know how many eligible women here that are better than you who would kill to have N'Jadaka Udaku?" Ime said.

"I know you are one of them," Yani said.

Ime didn't flinch. Her lips twisted into a devilish smirk.

"You are damn right. I was one of those women. Had you or that other one not showed up, I'd be in your place right now."

"Listen to this hussy!" Zola hissed.

Yani held up her hand to silence Zola.

Twyla, Anika and Dawnette wandered back in.

"What's going on?" Twyla asked, quickly sizing up the tension.

"Twyla, would you mind taking my sister's back to our party? I need to talk to Lady Ime in private," Yani said.

Twyla took the hint and gathered up the younger women toward the exit. Zola and Ilana followed behind to block anyone else from entering. Yani leaned her left arm over her right on the armrest and crossed her legs.

"I will be queen soon, so any dreams or aspirations you bad minded bitches had about N'Jadaka are over fuh good. I'll fuck up anyone who tries tuh come for we…even Remy."

Ime huffed and jumped to her feet. Yani's chest burned. She took her time standing up like a powerful royal woman with the highest status in the land shared with her man.

"This hatred yuh have in your heart…keep it or throw it away. I don't care. You mean nothing to me. However, we both have a duty to our country—"

"You are not a real Wakandan, Yani Galiber. You are a fake. A blight on the bloodline. You think your position is safe just because you will marry him tomorrow? Hmmph. Then you don't truly know the history of Udaku men. They have an appetite…a lust for life that you could never satisfy as an outsider. No Wakandan man in his right mind would see you as any kind of prize."

"Well, your man has a taste for me, so I can't be all that bad."

Ime's eyes narrowed and her right hand went up high to strike Yani.

"Ime stop!"

Remy's voice rattled them both. He grabbed Ime's arm and pulled her away before her hand connected with Yani's face.

"My apologies Princess Yani. She has disrespected you and I am…embarrassed by this."

Ime snatched her arm away. Her cold eyes had gone beyond jealous hatred. There was envious murder lodged in them too. Yani took a step back sensing an uncontrollable rage flowing through her nemesis. Remy struggled to get Ime's hand back down to her side. She stuck a finger in Yani's direction.

"You aren't special. He will get bored with you…you are nothing like us…"

Ime vomited hatred with her words, and Yani stood strong with a half smile on her face, allowing the woman to get everything off of her chest right then and there. Had Yani worn her finger armor that night, there would've been deep bloody holes in Ime's face. She kept a rigid posture despite her blood pressure going up. A physical entanglement would only fuel the fire of other nobles who felt the same as Ime. Her throat tightened and she parceled her words carefully. Yani's mind screamed to revoke Ime's wedding invitation, but she wanted the woman to watch her nuptials and squirm about it. Diplomacy and tact were the order of the evening.

"Lady Ime, I appreciate your honesty. You have never minced your words, so I will not run around the bush with mine. King N'Jadaka and I are one blade."

Ime's eyes narrowed hearing the euphemism. Remy watched Yani's face with an apprehensive expression. Had it been a club in St. Thomas back when she kept a reckless mouth, Yani would not hesitate to let all of the noble women know she was a good pussy gyal. They way N'Jadaka carried on in her pum pum was all the evidence she needed. The elites could come for Yani all they wanted, but that bad man from the hill wasn't going anywhere.

She took a step forward and Remy repositioned his left foot in front of the tips of her shoes to create a barrior between the two women. Biting back the rancor in her throat and the urge to call Ime a heavy-tongued cow foot whore, she opted to act her position.

"Your campaign to vilify me or make me feel less worthy of the throne has failed. You can't have N'Jadaka, so you go for Remy. The way I hear it, you backstabbed your best friend to get him…so if I were you Ime, I would worry about repairing my social reputation instead of coming for a queen. Good luck with this one, Remy. It's a pity that your family settled for this waste gyal as your future wife—"

Ime lunged for Yani. Remy became a shield. He hugged Yani and protected her body from Ime's attack. Ilana and Zola rushed over and yanked Ime into a corner, pushing her back against a wall mirror. They shoved her shoulders and cursed in her face to keep her from going up against Yani again.

"Please forgive her…I'm sorry for everything," Remy pleaded.

He held Yani's shoulders and she could feel his warm breath blow across her lips. From the reflection in the mirror behind him, Yani noticed N'Jadaka walking in with Twyla. Remy's hands dropped away from her body quickly, but N'Jadaka saw it all. Ilana rushed to the king's side and whispered something to him before he reached their side of the powder room. He moved like a stalking cat toward Ime afterward, ignoring Remy and Yani completely. Zola stepped to the side giving N'Jadaka space. Ime cowered before the man she desired above all others.

Everyone remained silent. N'Jadaka's smoldering presence held them all in a chokehold. Ime trembled.

"Look at me," N'Jadaka commanded.

Ime turned her head to the side and refused to do so. N'Jadaka crowded her body and Yani knew exactly how that felt up close. The heat. The crackling energy. The sexual prowess. It was too much to process all at once, and for a mere second, Yani pitied Ime. Her greatest desire was right in front of her and she couldn't even look at him.

"Don't make me repeat myself."

"King N'Jadaka, I beg…let me remove her from your presence. She has been drinking—"

"Do you have permission to speak to me?"

N'Jadaka didn't bother to look at Remy. His voice boomed and the message was received.

Stand down.

Ime lifted her head. Watery eyes peered at the king.

"I don't normally get into women's business, but I warned you once about bothering her, so now I will give you a choice. Get on your knees in front of her and beg forgiveness for your insolence or I will strip you from your title and make life hell for your entire family."

Ime jammed her back against the mirror with horror dripping from her eyes.

"She accosted me…I was minding my own business with friends," Ime whined.

"Ime…just do it. Stop making this worse for yourself. If you have no title, we cannot marry," Remy said.

The tears fell then. Ime wiped at her eyes as if her own body betrayed her. Yani slipped her hand around N'Jadaka's.

"Let it be. She's drunk and we know how powerful the drinks have been tonight. We need to leave for rest. Our wedding will be here soon, king," Yani said.

Mercy.

That is what Yani gave Ime. Although it would've been a sight to see Ime groveling at her feet, Yani wanted to be above the woman in the best way. Knowing N'Jadaka showed his trump card, she doubted Ime would get out of line ever again. The threat of losing a title was worse than going to hell in Wakanda.

The king allowed Yani to lead him away from Ime, and Remy rushed to her side, throwing an arm around his fiancé's waist. He guided her quivering form away from certain banishment. Twyla wandered over.

"Gossip has already spread outside. When you walk out of here, look cheerful like nothing happened," Twyla said.

Strolling hand-in-hand with Twyla cracking a joke, they left the powder room laughing. Their performance was good enough to get them past a few people, but it was clear the mood had shifted in the banquet room toward her. The upper class were shook to their core. No one was safe if the king jumped for Yani like that in public.

Yani gathered up her children with Leona and Dante's help, and they all bid farewell to the hosts and their dinner companions from the center table. Couples were still dancing and liquor still flowed and would do so into the night. Nobles from all the tribes rushed up to Yani and wished her a good evening, hoping that she graced them with her sweet voice and a smile. N'Jadaka shook hands and accepted congratulations for their upcoming nuptials once more. She waved at her favorite people throughout the banquet room while Zola and Ilana stayed close with her sisters in tow.

N'Jadaka held Yani's and Joba's hand until they were outside the venue boarding a different vehicle with the children by themselves. Yani turned on the sound-proof barrier for the back seat where Joba, Riki, and Sydette sat comfortably, their eyes drowsy from all the activity of the day. They spoke freely without their driver and guard hearing.

"I'm glad you didn't fight her physically," N'Jadaka said.

"Me too. It wouldn't be a good look for us, no matter how much she deserved to get boxed. She knows where I stand. That's the important thing when dealing with a yamhead gyal."

"Remy has a problem on his hands."

"You do too."

"How's that?"

Yani leaned into him and held onto his arm.

"According to her, you were supposed to be her betrothed if I hadn't showed up in Wakanda. Remy was her back up consolation prize."

The corners of his lips went down and his brows joined in the center.

"This caste culture is very particular, very selective of whom they pair couples. The more I learn, the more I see how dangerous it was for my father to choose my mother. Sometimes I think she would've received the same treatment."

"They aren't nice about my foreignness at all in Ime's cliques. She even insinuated that Ilana and Zola only came to me to get close to you."

"We know there are advantages being around me. But those two…," He gave a casual glance to to Yani, "Their hearts are in the right place. They adore you. I know they have crushes on me, but those are just harmless feelings. Most times I have to bargain with them just to get you to myself all alone."

Yani grinned and stroked a finger up and down his chest.

"Are you still going to your bachelor party tonight?" she asked.

"It's not a party. A little get together with the fellas."

"Where will you guys go?"

"We're staying in the palace. I have some food and drinks prepared up in the salon. We'll play cards, smoke cigars…catch up with my cousins. Nothing crazy."

"Strippers?"

Yani giggled and N'Jadaka put an arm around her pulling her into his side. Her breasts mashed into his chest.

"I've seen enough naked women in my life to last me. Every color, size, and from damn near every continent. I'd get bored watching some stranger shake ass for mere entertainment with a bunch of men. Smoking, drinking and shooting the shit is all I want to do. Besides…I have the baddest woman on the planet and I'll get my own private show after we get married."

She puckered her lips and he lowered his head to brush his mouth against hers.

They arrived in the palace parking structure at a reasonable hour. N'Jadaka carried Joba and Riki, while Yani carried Sydette in her arms. Back at their home, Kora helped guide the children away from the front door in their sleepy daze toward the stairs.

"I guess we have to say goodnight here," Yani said.

She wrapped her arms around N'Jadaka's waist and he held her close.

"Yep. I say goodbye to Princess Yani forever. I'll miss her."

They locked eyes, basking in the moment together.

"Thank you for never giving up on me…even when you thought I was gone forever. Thank you for making sure our children knew about me. Thank you for being the light that brought me back to myself…the light that showed me that I could find a perfect love in paradise. You have made this imperfect man so very happy."

"Thank you for coming into my life…thank you for believing in me and making sure I was taken care of even when you thought death was a possibility for yourself. Thank you for being the love of my life…choosing our precious Sydette as your own and giving me my beautiful son. Thank you for trusting me to raise a special extra daughter too. You have made this equally imperfect woman very happy too."

"Well shit, we might as well be married now. Sounded like we said some vows," he joked.

"I know. I'm actually happy that we don't have to say a lot tomorrow. I already feel like crying…"

"Aye girl…no tears…"

Yani buried her face in his chest and wept out her happiness. He rubbed her back with loving hands and cooed in her ear soft words of love.

"You are my life, baby."

He pulled away and kissed her forehead.

"Go on now, get some beauty rest. We all get to sleep in until twelve thirty. I shouldn't even be looking at you right now. We're supposed to stay separated," he said.

She held his hands, not wanting to let him go, not wanting to part from his warmth and strength. Staring into his eyes, she luxuriated in the overpowering essence of his presence the way Ime had experienced him up close. Yani still thrilled to his energy and aura. She pulled him in for a kiss…a long one. Their heads moved from side to side and his hands palmed her backside, squeezing the heavy orbs. His tongue explored and made promises for their wedding night. He kissed her woozy and she stepped back on weak legs. Her brain felt mushy and her body tingled all over. Especially down below.

"I should go now," he said.

"Okay."

Neither one of them left the front door.

"I have to change clothes for my bachelor party," he said.

"Hmmm."

His dimples and septum ring mesmerized her. The glint of his gold panther teeth held her captive when his lips parted in a gentle smile. The king's body heat wrapped her in a cocoon of love. His too-muchness enveloped all of her senses and she suppressed the urge to look away from his face.

N'Jadaka's kimoyo beads lit up breaking the spell for Yani.

"It's Mpilo…I betta dip. Can't be late to my own gathering," he said.

Yani moved away from him knowing that if he touched her again, she would pull him into their home and up to her bed.

"Love you," he said.

She blew him a kiss and dashed inside the front door, closing it quickly. Resting her back against it, she touched her face. It was hot and a light sheen of nervous sweat covered the back of her neck. She touched her stomach to calm the butterflies there. Lord…he still made her swoon like it was their first time together.

"Are you alright, Princess Yani?"

Sindiswa, the evening attendant for their home approached Yani with concern.

"I'm fine. Can you please bring me some bria tea and chocolate biscuits to my bedroom?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Yani climbed the stairs thinking of love, family, and finally having her happy new beginning with N'Jadaka.

Sunrises in Wakanda were a stunning tapestry painted with the delicate hand of Bast.

N'Jadaka rose early before the streaks of orange, rose, pale turquoise, and magenta saturated the horizon heralding the golden return of the sun.

He bathed in a wide tub filled with oils and herbs to purify his body for marriage. The humble priest Dinani waited for him on the balcony where they prayed together in the language of Bast, the ancient tongue that supported him through his transformation on the holy mountain. Ogum stirred in his chest and quickly rose to the crown of his head where the energies of two gods merged.

The ancestors rested within him.

Dinani and N'Jadaka's former temple caretaker Ayiz'e smudged him head to toe fully nude with river sage and more prayer work. As the sun rose, he watched it golden the sky while listening to a recording of a berimbau being played by his mother and a drum pounded by his Grandpop. He prepared his mind for hours of ceremony and honed in on Ayiz'e warming up a thick glob of ceremonial body butter in her hands. The pale yellow substance melted into clear oil and she rubbed it all over him, even his locs. It smelled wonderful, like citrus and honey. She knelt down and rubbed it on his buttocks and the back of his thighs. Dinani observed the preparation making sure no spot on his body was missed. Ayiz'e started rubbing the oil on his groin and when she stroked his flaccid penis and scrotum with it, Dinani held up a tied leather bundle about seven inches long.

"Kumkani, before you consummate your union with the new queen, you must remember to give Bast an offering of your semen first. Princess Yani has been trained properly to do this with you. We would all be pleased if you conceived a new heir on this night," Dinani said.

Ayiz'e finished oiling his nutsack and the front of his legs and feet.

"He is heavy with seed. We can expect plenty of blessings in the king's future," she said.

Dinani smiled.

"This is good to hear. It has been a long time since the royal family has had a bounty of children. Bast will be pleased with our king. We shall take our leave now until we see you at the wedding temple," Dinani said.

They left the suite and an attendant brought his early morning breakfast. Pork medallions, porridge sweetened with sugared red berries, buttery biscuits and slices of fresh fruit. He ate his meal alone on the balcony, calming his mind and the wedding jitters. The eagerness to be married right away already overwhelmed him. He wished they could skip all the ceremonial work, but the new marriage had to follow ancient Udaku customs.

Belly full and mind straight, he relaxed in bed for a short respite until it was time to dress. His wedding robes were brought to him and his personal stylist helped him dress. Ayiz'e returned to twist his locs into an elaborate bun with a few strands left to fall on his shoulders. She checked the wedding clothing front to back. His black opal ceremonial robes were blacker than an inky sky at midnight, but as he moved, the robes refracted an array of colors in blue, green, and silvery gray hues that looked like tiny galaxies bursting light in deep dark space.

"He is ready," she said.

Once more, she smudged him with a different bundle of dried plants that smelled spicy and sharp in the nose. It fit his personality. He sniffed it as she passed around him.

"You recognize it?"

He shook his head.

"Bast Root. It is the plant that we used for ceremonies before vibranium fell from the sky. This plant cradled the vibranium meteor when it landed. Bast led King Bashenga to it, and soon after, a patch of it mutated into the heart-shaped herb that we cultivate today. This original plant links us to our past because the Panther Goddess led us into our future. Smudging with it calls Bast and her sisters down to be with you on this day."

"I understand," he said.

Ayiz'e left his side and he stared at himself in the mirror.

"You truly are a king."

N'Jadaka turned his head and Dante walked forward.

"Your parents are with you…they can see how handsome you look, JaJa."

"I feel them."

"They came to me in a dream last night. All I could do was tell them how excited I was to watch you marry Yani, and they looked pleased. I woke up before I could remember what they said, but I'm sure it was something like 'We love you, son.' Their faces were so shiny…so close to me that I could touch them."

Dante touched N'Jadaka's shoulder and admired his wedding garb.

"Are the guys ready?" N'Jadaka asked.

"Waiting for you at the carport. Yani and the children have already left for the temple."

He took a deep breath and checked his clothing again. Dante tapped his arm.

"Come…let's go get your wife," Dante said.

N'Jadaka walked with his grandfather out of the suite. Four Dora Milaje and six kingsguards awaited him outside. They rode a private elevator down to an underground carport where his groomsmen stood near their vehicle transports wearing custom obsidian Wakandan suits that complimented N'Jadaka's robes.

"You look clean man!" Shawn said, giving N'Jadaka dap.

"Damn, I feel like royalty too," Walter said, showing off his outfit.

Tahir wore a custom suit that incorporated his cultural heritage into the design. Mpilo grinned from ear to ear in his own attire. Bibi shook N'Jadaka's hand and congratulated him on his day.

His older cousin, Junie paraded around in his suit.

"I think I ate too much last night," Junie said, patting his stomach.

"I think that fat has always been there," Bibi joked, poking Junie's round belly.

His cousin Nevaeh hugged him. She wore a long overcoat over her covered dress and would walk as his groomswoman carrying flowers to represent Marisol's missing presence. Yani's cousin Kendall was doing the same as a bridesman filling in the gap of missing family from the Galiber side. He would escort Nevaeh down the aisle.

"How are you feeling, JaJa?" Nevaeh asked.

"The nerves are kicking in a little bit, I'm not gonna lie," he said.

She kissed his cheek and wiped away the smudge of her lipstick.

"Are you ready to leave, kumkani?" a driver asked.

"Let's rock and roll," N'Jadaka said.

They split into three cars and N'Jadaka sat next to Dante.

The streets of Wakanda were jam packed with spectators who had lined up on every avenue and street corner waiting to catch sight of the royal family. Every inch of the city looked decorated and the festive energy of the citizens forced grins on all their faces in the cars. The wedding was the celebration the country needed after a tumultuous year adjusting to life removed from the Infinity War.

He watched people dance and throw flowers at the cars as they were whisked to the heart of the golden city where the temple waited. Traffic clogged up two blocks before they arrived at their destination, and they waited patiently for the kingsguards and the royal onyx squad to make way for their cars to get through.

They crossed through the gauntlet ten minutes late, but N'Jadaka didn't care about time. He stayed in the present moment, feeling all the feelings, letting the fervor of the crowd wash through him.

The ancient temple loomed in front of them. The last time they had been there was to reunite with his parents, but that sadness didn't linger over the ancient site. It beckoned to him with an ethereal beauty and gave him the gift of peace in his heart. His parents were there waiting to watch him wed. Their spirits hovered all around him.

Their vehicles were ushered into a covered parking structure on the west side of the temple entrance where his clan and extended family convened. Umama, Ramonda, and an army of other Udaku relatives stood waiting for him and his groomsmen.

"You look amazing Umama. You too, Ramonda," he said.

He hugged as many relatives as he could before a wedding director arrived and pulled him away from Soliel, Aujannue and Serah to give final instructions. Nevaeh's mother Rolita straightened the locs that tangled on his shoulders from all the hugging. The family drummers stood nearby waiting for their cue, and the family griot, his cousin Didah, walked in front of everyone carrying a centuries old staff that was carved with family sigils of protection. She touched the top of her forehead and took a deep breath before approaching N'Jadaka. He could feel the rising energy of his family behind him.

"Cousin N'Jadaka, the temple is packed. Your grandmother has permitted some people to stand in the back, so when we go in, please keep yourself in the center behind me at all times until we reach the front. The acting griot for the Galiber clan will come in right when the last of our family has been seated."

N'Jadaka nodded. He heard Didah's words, but his body sensed the anticipation inside the temple. Somewhere on the otherside of the structure, Yani was waiting for him. His heart thudded in his chest and his hands went clammy. Umama lifted his chin with her hand.

"Breathe, grandson…that's it. Relax and breathe."

Tunnel vision and anxiety ran through him. The overstimulation forced him to gulp in air. Serah clasped his hand and his Uncle Addae slipped next to him and gripped his elbow to steady him. N'Jadaka was about to ask for a chair to sit in, but a comforting warmth spilled down from the crown of his head and flowed to his feet. He closed his eyes. Her familiar scent came down on him the way it did when he used to cook in her kitchen when he was a little boy. Florida water.

Nana Jean.

"I'm glad you're here too," he whispered under his breath.

He knew his great-grandmother always stayed with him, but the scent of her protective potions surrounded him…grounded him. Standing tall, he shook his hands and prepared to swagger down the aisle so the world could see a king claiming his queen.

Didah gave him the biggest smile that rivaled the sun shining above them. She tilted her head back and burst into the first stanza of their family history and the drummers matched her strong voice as they pounded out the backing rythmn. His groomsmen and groomswoman were led away to join Yani's bridesmaids and bridesman to prepare for their entrance.

"I feel you all in me," N'Jadaka said out loud to his ancestors.

He held onto Dante's and Umama's hands and followed Didah out of the covered structure. The drummers controlled the pace of their trek around the temple and once they entered, N'Jadaka focused his eyes on Dinani the priest who waited for them at the front.

The temple overflowed with guests and their excited energy pushed against the king, adding an extra layer of sensory overload he tried to control. He was happy, so very happy, and every inch down the aisle heightened the experience. The piercing pride in Didah's voice carried him along as she sang out the story of the Udaku family leading the country for generations. Each time she named a queen or king, N'Jadaka felt their movement in his core as if they each tapped his soul to let him know they were walking beside him. He laughed out loud when Queen Shuriya's name was uttered. His greatest grandmother tickled the back of his neck and a vision of her clouded his eyes before the next name was called. His family gave a call and response with the drummers as they circled the temple allowing all the spectators to see the great King N'Jadaka in all his royal splendor. They made their way back up the aisle as his father's and mother's names were uttered. Umama let out a ululation that rippled through the family and N'Jadaka's knees almost buckled hearing the pain that was still in his grandmother's throat.

He closed his eyes when he felt a kiss from his mother on his temple and another kiss from his father on his forehead. He wiped his eyes and guided his elder relatives to their seats on a dais behind the priest. The rest of his family filled in the reserved seats in front of their guests.

N'Jadaka looked across the rows of guests and acknowledged the nearly nine hundred non-Udaku family members facing him. Sunlight filtered through the temple and illuminated the majestic indoor trees that created the canopy roof, their wide-sweeping branches intertwined with the solid pillars and Goddess statues making the atmosphere look surreal and holy. Didah and the drummers concluded their family song by highlighting N'Jadaka's bravery in protecting the people, and he danced entertaining the crowd. A few elderly Udaku aunts and uncles stood up and encouraged him to show out and he granted them a show. Umama and Dante hooted and hollered for him too. A bold drummer jumped in front of the king and pounded an extra rhythm for his feet and shoulders and he allowed his limbs to cut loose. The unseen Galiber clan called out his name loudly from the back announcing their entrance, and he ended his dancing by bowing to his grandparents. A riotous applause cascaded from the foreign guests in the audience.

Didah took her place behind him on the dais waiting for Yani's family griot to orate about her family.

The sound of clashing blades echoed from the far side of the temple. N'Jadaka waited with great anticipation. Kendall, and about fifteen of Yani's adult family members carried shiny cutlass blades and lit torches. They didn't use drums for a percussive sound, but sang acapella about Queen Mary, their history of enslavement and liberation using the acoustics of the ancient temple to echo the beauty of their combined voices. Leona walked among them lending her voice with her head held high wearing a strapless puffy champagne-colored gown decorated with tiny cutlass blades. Her salt and pepper hair was carefully decorated with Ginger Thomas flowers the official island flower from their home. Several young children and teenagers from their family followed along clapping to the beat and gazing at the wondrous beauty of the ancient temple.

Although Yani's family was small in number representing their clan in comparison to N'Jadaka's, they kept the guests spellbound listening to the story of their island roots and their connection to Africa through the diaspora. After singing the folk song of Queen Mary, Kendall took over the oral history and sang/rapped about their family. The other relatives stomped their feet and clapped their hands with percussive beats supporting his playful delivery of Caribbean history. The Galiber clan circled past N'Jadaka, and Kendall helped Leona join N'Jadaka's grandparents on the dais with four other elder cousins from her family. N'Jadaka moved over to them and gave them hugs and kisses before quickly taking his position back in front.

Kendall stood before Didah and the two of them had a playful back and forth of singing. Didah challenged Kendall to tell the world why Yani was the best woman for N'Jadaka and the young man waved his blade around and pointed the torch at the king. The fire was close enough to heat N'Jadaka's cheeks.

Didah held a long singing note and studied N'Jadaka's face.

"Is this woman for you, kumkani?" Didah asked.

"Bring her to me," he replied and the Udaki family laughed and clapped because he was supposed to simply say "Yes."

Didah's smile swelled his heart and she turned her attention back to Kendall.

"The king has spoken," Didah said.

Kendall grinned and attendants took away all the torches and cutlass weapons. The Wakandan drummers pounded away giving Kendall time to ceremonially return to the bride-to-be letting her know she was called forth. The sweet orchestral sounds of Wakandan strings, flutes, and violins mixed with the beautiful vocals of his paternal grand aunt serenading the strides of Twyla and Bibi. Twyla was already bawling as she clutched her husband's arm and the bouquet of flowers. Yani had all of her bridesmaids wear custom-made, iridescent mother-of-pearl dresses that each woman was allowed to choose in their personal style. Twyla's garment was a one shoulder wrap dress with a high slit on the left side. Her shoulder-length locs were also heavily decorated with island flowers. She clutched Bibi's arm tight while sniffling toward him. They stood on either side of N'Jadaka and he bent over and kissed Twyla's cheek, wiping her tears away.

"I'm sorry..I'm sorry…" Twyla whispered.

N'Jadaka laughed at her and she gathered herself together.

Zola and Ilana walked down with Tahir and Mpilo wearing elaborate crisscross halter neck gowns. The slits in their dresses were more modest, but their elaborate braided hair-dos showed flair and sassiness in their style. Mpilo looked terrified of messing up his walk down the aisle with Ilana, but he relaxed more when the king smiled at him. The heavenly music elevated the feelings in the temple and N'Jadaka touched his chest hoping it wouldn't explode before Yani appeared.

Anika and Dawnette made the long walk down the aisle with Walter and Shawn. Their dresses were a matching ruched style with sequins at the top and satiny overskirts that reminded N'Jadaka of mermaids. They crafted thick twists in their hair and wore their hair flowers tucked at their left temples like Billie Holiday.

Junie escorted Shuri who stunned everyone with her make-up and hair. She had fluffed out her hair into a perfectly coiffed 'fro where flowers were strategically placed to look like they grew from her scalp like a giant ebony bouquet. Her dress had a plunging neck with split sleeves that showed skin powdered with sparkly dust that twinkled like stars on her rich brown skin. As she passed the front row, she gave a nod to Nakia who held a sleeping Toussaint on her lap. Shuri gave a sly smirk to N'Jadaka knowing he was peeping all the extra make-up she never wore in her regular life. His young cousin looked stunning and his older cousin Junie looked proud to escort her in front of the Udaku clan.

Kendall strolled out with Nevaeh whose custom dress shared her Native heritage with Yurok detailing of abalone shells and stringed shell beads that dangled around her waist like a fancy apron that jingled as she walked. She wore a long braid threaded with flowers all the way to the small of her back. When she separated from Kenny she blew a kiss to N'Jadaka and showed him the extra bouquet of flowers she held for Marisol and Disa.

The music changed into a melody that transfixed the entire temple gathering. A young woman sang like an angel with a choral ensemble backing her up high above them. N'Jadaka lifted his gaze to a balcony above the temple entrance where the angelic voices rained down on them like holy blessings. He now understood why Umama insisted that the wedding take place in the late afternoon. The placement of the sun in the sky had its sunrays directed into the temple by the architecture where it created a natural spot light for his children coming down the aisle next.

The entire congregation stood up when Joba appeared, flower crowned with her thick wavy hair shiny with ringlet curls all down to her back. She held a basket of flowers and threw them in front of herself as she slowly walked in the procession. N'Jadaka heard the oohs and ahhs of their guests. The sun made Joba's skin a deep mahogany brown like her mother's and he beckoned for her to keep walking to him so he could hug her. Although her walk was out of order for an American custom, the Wakandans deemed it appropriate for the youngest child in the bridal party to herald the coming of the new wife with flowers and acceptance from the priest.

Joba reached the front and her eyes took in the ancient wisdom of Dinani who presided over the ceremony. Dinani gestured for Joba to come forward and the little girl paused, staring up at the expectant priest. Twyla waved for Joba to come to her side, but Dinani stepped forward and held Joba's hand. Something sacred transpired between the priest and his child. Dinani glanced at N'Jadaka and smiled. Whatever it was made the priest happy. N'Jadaka reached for Joba's hand and pulled her in front of him. He kissed the top of her head and the sweet show of affection made a few guests wave their hands in approval.

Sydette, his ring bearer, stepped lively carrying a satin pillow in her right hand that held the wedding rings. Her left hand kept a tight grip on a red satin binding rope that she would tie around her parent's wrists as part of the wedding ceremony.

His eldest child's hair carried buoyant curls that almost looked bigger than Shuri's 'fro with a braided Mohawk style. A few flowers were tucked into the intricate braiding pattern along her scalp accentuating the fullness of her curls, and her face glowed as she kept her eyes on her Baba watching her steps. Sunlight dappled across her hair and face as she drew closer to him. Her dress matched Joba's, silvery white and princess-styled to fit her age.

"Hey Sweet Pea," he said.

She fixed her lightly pink-glossed lips into a big smile for him showing big dimples like him, and took her place by his side next to Joba. He bent down and gave her a kiss on her nose and she giggled, patting his cheek with the hand carrying the marriage tie. She glanced at her sister and Joba giggled making Sydette giggle more.

"Wait until you see Mama," Sydette said to him.

N'Jadaka straightened right back up and waited for Yani to appear. Before she stepped into the temple, he heard her voice singing the words that were meant for him in that little St. Thomas club so long ago.

"Can't do without you for sure

Amount a place I and I explore

Still nuh find nobody else I adore

Them can't stop we, yeah

Yuh love a sumn wah mi have to protect

You are my balance and my ease to mi stress

Your vibration never fail me yet

Wull on pon me, yea…"*

N'Jadaka had been unaware that Yani was going to sing during their ceremony. Their rehearsal had been calculated from start to finish and at no time was he made aware of his bride serenading him. His ears caught the lead singer of the choral ensemble vocalizing the exact same English words into Wakandan, lending her vocals after Yani finished.

Like it had been in the past, he was mesmerized by Yani's voice before she even stepped into his sight.

Riki held his mother's hand and led her into the temple. His royal robes were an exact replica of his father's. His hair was fluffed out into the big sandy-red sunburst of his grandmother Califia. Yani wanted her son, the first child born to N'Jadaka, to give her away for the ceremony.

N'Jadaka's lips trembled as he watched the beaming face of his gorgeous bride walking toward him in all her glory. Yani's silvery-white dress sparkled in the light of the sun rays that struck the shimmery iridescence in all the right places. Form-fitting, a hood covered her head that fell back into a luxurious train, accentuating the roundness of her beautiful face and big tranquil eyes.

His heart stopped.

N'Jadaka gasped and Joba patted his wrist keeping his spirit from flying out of the room. He held out his hands, palms up, willing his radiant bride to come to him with all his might. Riki took his time setting Yani's pace. The boy wanted to show off his mother. The Wakandan choir sang over their bridal march with a hymnal that brought tears to N'Jadaka's eyes. Yani transported him.

He stood nude in warm liquid inside a Caribbean sea as a young mouthy woman fussed at him to get out of her waters. Surly eyes from the past challenged him to show his true self in a hectic kitchen on a compound until he clawed his way back to humanity and fell in love with his future queen. Yani beckoned him into the ocean of her love for all time. Was there no better proof of higher powers protecting him than that divine encounter with her?

Nothing prepared him fully to witness a vision coming toward him that made his whole body quake. He gasped for breath. Joba squeezed his hand.

"Its okay, Baba. Umi Yani is coming," Joba said.

Riki stopped halfway to the priest and puffed up his chest.

"Baba, come get Mama!" Riki shouted.

The congregation erupted into cacophonous laughter. Like his father, Riki eschewed tradition and said what needed to be said. Sydette pushed N'Jadaka forward and he took eager strides toward Yani. He was supposed to sing the royal wedding song that grooms shared with the bride, but he spoke them instead. The Wakandan words slowed down his steps and he approached Yani full-throated and proud:

"Come when the nights are bright with stars Or when the moon is mellow; Come when the sun his golden bars Drops on the hay-field yellow. Come in the twilight soft and gray, Come in the night or come in the day, Come, O love, whene'er you may, And you are welcome, welcome.

You are sweet, O Love, dear Love, You are soft as the nesting dove. Come to my heart and bring it rest As the bird flies home to its welcome nest.

Come when my heart is full of grief Or when my heart is merry, Come with the falling of the leaf Or with the redd'ning cherry. Come when the year's first blossom blows, Come when the summer gleams and glows, Come with the winter's drifting snows, And you are welcome, welcome…"**

He smiled, happy that he was able to remember every word and say them with enough eloquence in flawless Wakandan. Pausing for a moment to look over her stunning appearance, he relished the sight they created standing in the center of the temple with the warmth of the sun caressing them.

"Will you walk with me Yani Galiber?" he asked.

Yani kept her eyes locked onto his face. She fought to keep any tears from welling up, but the shimmer on her lower lids lost the battle. He never wanted to see her cry, but he made an exception for that day. Riki nudged her hip with an impatient hand. She cradled her son's chin and spoke to him softly.

"Should we?" Yani asked Riki.

A saucy grin curled Riki's lips and he nodded enthustiastically.

"I will walk with you King N'Jadaka Udaku," she said.

"Say that one mo' 'gin," N'Jadaka teased, cupping a hand to his ear.

Yani laughed and obliged him, her voice as soft and magical as it had been the first time he heard it.

"I will walk with you forever King N'Jadaka Udaku…my Golden Jaguar."

"Aye!" he shouted while offering her his arm. She held onto him with a firm grip and he clasped Riki's hand, escorting them both to Dinani.

Yani held tight to Riki's hand while the adult bridesmaids and groomsmen walked into the temple stepping in time to the exalted music playing for them. Several women priests had smudged her and the children with aromatic plants and oils before they left the palace and once again, a young female priest circled Yani and the children with a gold incense burner trailing a spiraling cloud of purple smoke that clung to their wedding garments and hair. The sweet odor calmed her mind and settled the children who were ready to gallop through the temple to reach their father.

Sydette hugged her waist.

"You look beautiful Mama," Sydette said.

"Thank you Sweet Pea. You all look beautiful, too."

Yani touched Sydette's hair then caressed Joba's cheek.

"I wish they'd hurry up," Riki lamented, swinging Yani's hand.

"They have to take their time walking down the aisle, silly. Everything is being filmed for the country and it's a big deal. If they walked fast they'd miss all the pretty clothes and how good we all look," Sydette said.

Riki and Sydette spoke quietly and Yani honed in on Joba's silence. She had been chatty and playful earlier that morning when everyone rushed around bathing in sacred oils and herbs with the female priests overseeing their preparations. But once they'd eaten a full breakfast, dressed, and left the palace, she'd quieted down.

Yani knelt before her youngest child and clasped her hands.

"How are you feeling, Sunshine? Nervous?"

Joba nodded. Sydette wrapped big sister arms around her.

"You'll make Baba proud when you lead us out…okay? We practiced and practiced and you will make the path for Mama pretty. I will be right behind you," Sydette said.

Joba clutched her basket of flowers and nodded. She tilted her head to look at Yani.

"What if I drop the basket or walk too fast?" Joba said.

Relief spilled over Yani hearing her speak again.

"All you have to do is listen to the music. It's like the metronome in Umama's suite. The beat sets the pace. If you think you're walking too fast, check the music cues. You are going to be a wonderful flower girl."

Yani hugged her and Joba leaned into the embrace. She kissed Yani's cheek and all was well again.

"It's time Princess Joba."

The lead wedding director smiled at the little girl and held a hand out to guide her into position at the temple entrance. Riki ran forward and hugged Joba. He whispered something in her ear and his sister broke out into another bright smile.

"You got this," Riki said out loud.

The director glanced at Yani.

"Everyone is standing up…here we go," the director said.

Joba took a deep breath and marched in time to the harmonious music.

"I'm next! I'm next!" Sydette squealed, twirling in a circle holding the wedding rings and sacred red tie.

Sydette peeked around the wedding director.

"Oh Mama! Baba looks so handsome," Sydette said.

Yani's heart and stomach fluttered. The anticipation of seeing him engulfed all of her nerve endings. They all heard collective oohs and ahhs and a smattering of applause. She wondered what happened to make the congregation applaud. Luckily, she would be able to watch the entire ceremony at a later time. The ceremony was broadcast live and recorded from start to finish. Palace recorders filmed everything the moment they stepped foot outside the palace for candid shots to later be edited into a royal wedding documentary.

"Princess Sydette, you are next please."

The director held out a hand and waved it, summoning the girl. Sydette blew Yani a kiss and marched out like a diva.

"Here you go, Princess Yani."

Another wedding coordinator handed her a mic. Yani waited for her music cue to tap it on. The peaceful strumming of harps alerted her, and she sang out all that she felt to N'Jadaka. She wondered what his facial expression looked like hearing her voice singing that particular song. Riki squeezed her hand in support and for a moment, holding her son's hand and singing to his father brought back all the connections they had in St. Thomas. Emotion spilled through her voice as she conveyed to the king how much he meant to her.

As the voice of the Wakandan choral member sang the song in their language with a different musical arrangement that transformed into the Wakandan wedding march, Yani held tight to her bridal bouquet and let her son lead them into the temple.

Grateful to have her son's hand for support, Yani took in the hundreds of faces that watched her march toward her destiny. Her brain tried to connect with individual eyes upon her. That proved useless once she zeroed in on N'Jadaka waiting for her at the far end.

God…he was more than handsome.

She lost her footing for a second and Riki helped her find her steps again.

It all came down to this moment.

Yani drifted away into a time when she was a lost woman-child trying to make a way out of no way on a small island. How many nights had she prayed for a better life for herself and Sydette? Given up on herself? How many days had she cried and chastised herself for choosing love with Chez who treated her so poorly and abandoned Sweet Pea? Yani had felt so alone and lost to a pre-destined fate that befell too many young women with big hearts and limited resources or support. Thank God Auntie was there for her. Thank all the angels too that her auntie liked Killmonger so much that she didn't run interference keeping them apart. There were too many tangible things that should have prevented Yani from ever meeting the foreign mercenary.

But look at God.

Her eyes watered and she looked away to control her blurry vision. No tears fell and she was able to concentrate on her delicate steps to reach the king.

Riki halted their march and shouted for his father to get her. The audience laughed and Yani chuckled herself. His declaration was not a part of the ceremony. She lifted her bridal bouquet to her lips to hide her open-mouthed laughter when Riki sucked his teeth sounding like an annoyed Auntie back home.

Her laughter fell away once N'Jadaka came down the aisle to claim her at his son's demand. She heard a few gasps from women around her who also felt that energy coming toward her. He spoke forceful words of love instead of singing them to her. The switch up made the evocative words more powerful and she felt every utterance in her bones, marrow deep. When he finally reached her, she could barely see his face. Her eyes had become a river threatening to spill down her face.

"Will you walk with me Yani Galiber?" N'Jadaka asked.

His voice was full of pride and so much love for her. The scent of oils on his skin and the smudging on his clothes smelled heavenly. She lost the ability to speak taking all of his spirit in. Riki balled up a small fist and pressed it into her hip. Yani lifted his chin and stared into Riki's shiny eyes.

"Should we?" Yani asked her son.

Those little Udaku lips on his face swept up into a knowing smile and Riki nodded like she was foolish to even ask the question. She looked at her great love again.

"I will walk with you King N'Jadaka Udaku," she said.

"Say that one mo' 'gin!"

N'Jadaka had cupped his ear and she knew in her soul he did that purely to show off for the nobles who questioned her place in his life.

"I will walk with you forever King N'Jadaka Udaku…my Golden Jaguar."

"Aye!"

Yani gripped his arm and he held Riki's hand, escorting them all to the priest waiting for them. Her bridesmaids and bridesgroom were in various stages of watery eyes, crying, and beaming love to her. She handed her bouquet to Twyla and her cousin gushed over her with a weepy voice.

Facing N'Jadaka, Yani watched the priest give Sydette instructions. She handed the wedding rings to her brother and a footstool was placed in front of her so she could easily bind her mother and father together. Dinani spoke ancient words as Sydette tied the satin binding rope around N'Jadaka's wrist first. She left about two feet of rope in between them before she tied the other end on Yani's wrist. Her task complete, Sweet Pea kissed both their wrists and returned to stand next to Joba.

Yani listened to the Wakandan words spoken by the priest, but her eyes stayed on N'Jadaka's face the entire time. His soulful eyes drank in every inch of her. It seemed like they were the only two there, but with the guests, plus the entire Udaku clan in attendance, over one thousand people witnessed their union and she blotted them all out.

Dinani spoke of their expected duties toward one another. Her ears glossed over all of those expectations and only tuned back in when the long ceremony moved into the portion where she was told the qualities of a virtuous queen.

Holy scripture was read by Ayiz'e who wore the sacred red robes of the mountain temple of Bast. A male priest presented Dinani with more sacred oils and they anointed Yani and N'Jadaka. The qualities of a virtuous king were recited to N'Jadaka. An older female priest blessed their children who stood there, and also blessed the children they would have in the future.

Umama stepped forward from her place on the dais holding Yani's queen isicholo. Dinani prayed over the crown and anointed it with holy Bast oils before N'Jadaka pulled back the hood on Yani's wedding dress revealing her platinum hair. Umama's voice was loud and strong.

"We of the Udaku clan accept Yani Galiber into this holy union. She is our welcomed daughter…our new queen…Queen Yani N'Isiqithi the First."

The women of the entire Udaku clan broke out into heartfelt ululations that echoed throughout the temple. Yani bowed her head slightly and Umama placed the queen's isicholo on her head.

"Stay blessed Queen Yani, may your reign make us all proud and may your greatest grandmother Queen Mary guide your hand in all that you do," Umama said.

Yani stood still and accepted the ululations, the shouts, the applause, the jealousy, the envy, the hatred, the admiration, the love, the curiosity, and the fear her queendom brought to Wakanda. She straightened her posture and let the weight of the crown sink into soul.

Queen Yani.

Heavy was the head that wore the crown, but not so much with N'Jadaka by her side. He held her hand up and they turned around to face the congregation. Dinani raised their arms and spoke with a firm tone in their voice.

"May I present to you all here, the royal heads of the nation, King N'Jadaka and Queen Yani Udaku, avatars of the Golden Jaguar…children of the Black Pather Tribe."

Everyone in the temple stood, including the relatives on the dais. The Council of Elders came forth from the audience and circled Yani and N'Jadaka. They held hands and recited an oath promising them both wise council in the days ahead. Stepping aside afterward, Yani and her new husband were able to acknowledge the crowd amidst their applause.

"You may now kiss your bride, kumkani," Dinani said.

N'Jadaka's lips were on hers before the priest finished giving permission, almost knocking her crown off. He kissed her within an inch of her life and backed away when she almost went limp.

"Hey queen," he said.

"Hey king," she answered.

Yani checked on their children and all three had glossy eyes admiring her new isicholo. N'Jadaka threaded his fingers with hers and boldly showed her off. To close the ceremony, they had to circle the inside of the temple as newlyweds counterclockwise. The isicholo settled nicely on her head, and Yani willfully entered her new era as ruler. She relaxed into N'Jadaka's strides and pranced about, letting her beauty and new status burn her enemies down to charcoal.

N'Jadaka kept stopping to kiss her hand and the red satin binding tie dangled between them letting everyone know they would never part. She reveled in the power, soaked it up and let it propel her around the temple with a fierce protective energy.

Back at the front again, N'Jadaka kissed her chasrely, with pecks to her lips and both cheeks. She bent down to hug and kiss their children just as the closing wedding march started. Dinani gave their final blessing and the Udaku family drummers showed out again, leading the march out of the temple. Didah sang a new griot song prophesying the reign of Yani and N'Jadaka.

"Ready to face the rest of the world?" N'Jadaka asked.

"I am," Yani said.

They held hands tight and strolled down the aisle together, exiting the ancient temple as husband and wife.

Chapter 6 HERE.

* Lyrics to Jada Kingdom's "Wull On"

** Poem by Black American poet Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872-1906), "An Invitation to Love"

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Hi Sil! Requesting prompt #111 for Namor, please? Thank you so much!

Your work is absolutely amazing and I love that you write for a variety of characters and they still have their distinctive personalities and- yeah I love them all 💕

this is so sweet of you to say, thank you so much!! I always feel like people get slightly put off that I write for different fandoms (the main ones being pedro and marvel) but I'm so happy to hear that's not quite the case!! 💕💕💕

prompt list: #111 “are these handcuffs”

tighten up

pairing: namor x f!reader

genre: smut

word count: 615

summary: Namor finds your handcuffs.

warnings: friends to lovers...kind of, edging, use of handcuffs, fingering

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“Are these handcuffs?”

The question is a sudden one and it instantly makes you want to bury your head into the floor. You’d asked Namor to get the book that was in your bed-table drawer, you thought he might enjoy reading it since paper and water didn’t mix quite well in Talokan. Sadly, you’d forgotten the handcuffs you sometimes used whenever you found someone suitable was nestled in the drawer alongside the book.

Namor holds it in his hand with a raised eyebrow. You’re speechless, only managing to open and close your mouth very similar to a fish. A look he is probably familiar with. His gaze lifts away from the handcuffs and settles on your face.

“Are you in danger?”

“Uh…N-No!” you clear your throat and quickly make your way towards him. “I-It’s just something I sometimes use,”

“For what?”

“For…For…night time activity stuff,”

“Night time activity?”

Oh god, you’re about to straight up faint for embarrassment. Your cheeks are heated, you don’t really mind talking about sex, and you’ve talked about it with Namor before, but it was normally bad experiences or funny things that happened during. The fact that you now need to explain to him the handcuffs usage was making your head spin. Namor doesn’t budge, he continues to stare into your soul, half of his gaze confused, half of it curious. Finally you slam your palm against your face.

“Sex, I use them for sex,”

Your entire body is burning.

“Sex?” you can hear the grin in his voice. “That’s interesting,”

“Please don’t make fun of me,” “I’m not, I promise,” he chuckles, suddenly you feel his finger touching your wrist, urging you to remove your hand. “Look at me,”

And you do.

His gaze is softer than you expect, his lips curled upright in an amused, yet tender, manner. When your gazes meet, he lifts the handcuffs.

“Do you mind showing me how you use them?”

You snort, “Excuse me?”

“Show me,” he repeats, voice lower. “Show me how you enjoy using them.”

Namor has been between your legs for hours.

The bed heading creaks when you pull at the handcuffs, a sharp cry leaving your lips. His tongue goes in circles around your clit, thick fingers diligently thrusting in and out of you. He’s brought you to the edge multiple times but every time at the very last minute he pulled away. You’re dancing on the brink of insanity. Namor groans into your cunt, the reverberation of his voice makes you shudder. You lift your hips in hopes to take more of him. However your hopes and dreams are crushed when he pins you back to the bed with one hand.

“I see why you enjoy it now,” he purrs, licking his lips. “This is fun,”

“Fun for you maybe–” you gasp, slick drips from your sex and drench his fingers. “Please make me come, Namor. Please, please, please–”

“Such sweet sounds you make for me.” his lips closes around your sensitive clit and sucks, then he lets go of it with a pop, your thighs shake. “Okay, you can come now. Only because you asked so nicely,”

He curls his fingers and sucks your clit again, pleasure bursts behind your eyelids, black dots staining your sight. Namor moans as he tastes you, he doesn’t let a drop escape, fingers still rocking in and out of you as your orgasm lingers across your skin.

When it’s finally done, you’re breathing heavily. Namor kisses your overworked pussy tenderly, humming as you involuntarily move away due to how sensitive you are.

“Tastes so good,” he slurs, eyes looking up to you. “But now it is time for the main course.”

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫.

֎ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖺𝗅 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾. || ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵗʰʳᵉᵉ

֍ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗂 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋.

You and the Queen of Wakanda stood next to eachother as both your parents sat on their thrones. Everyone had been reported that the prince and his family had arrived, so everyone began heading to their places. Including Shuri.

Seeing the blank look on your face made the queen feel guilty, but her guilt was being consumed by something else and she didn't know what it was.

She's dying to see who this prince was. Will he be worthy of your hand? Probably not considering how many men in your life had ended up disappointing you. To be quite honest, she's still surprised you even gave half those men chances when they clearly didn't deserve it.

Oh her sweet (name) had always been so kind, no matter who it was. Unless you're her mother forcing her to marry a man you don't know.

Her thoughts were interrupted by large doors loudly opening, revealing a man and his family she only heard in conversations. Prince Ajani of Kestramoar. His family was dressed well in the occasion, coming in his nation's main colors.

Your family stands from their throne, your father greeting them with wide, outstretched arms. "Greetings, family of Kestramoar! We are very pleased to have you here in Zinandra." Your father says, in his usual loud and friendly way of speaking.

Shuri remembers when your father greeted her and her brother like that the first time you all met. Seeing it all over felt like a fever dream to her.

The prince greets your father with a wide smile, shaking his hands firmly. "As am I, your highness. I must say, even though we've only been in Zinandra for awhile, your nation is very beautiful." The prince says, flattering your father.

Shuri inches closer to you, leaning closer to your ear to let out a whisper. "Well he seems nice." She says, her tone low and hushed. You scoff, huffing in amusement. "They're all like that at first. Flattering the parents is always the main goal after all." You hummed.

Shuri made a face at your words, nodding slowly to specify that she understood. Geez what had those men do to you back then?

Your mother waves over at yours and Shuri's directions, as if telepathically telling you two to come near. And so you did, you went first, purposely being slow as Shuri trailed behind you. Your father's conversation with the family had them hooked, and they almost didn't see you and Shuri come near until your mother spoke up.

"Prince Ajani. this is our wonderful daughter, (name)." Your mother spoke up, cutting into your father's conversation. The prince looks at you first, his face in shock.

The prince's mother cooes at you, and you bowed at the prince's parents' presence. You plastered on your fakest smile Shuri's ever seen, masking your distaste of the proposal.

"So beautiful! Zinandra is truly such a beauty, isn't it darling? And not just the place!" Kestramoar's queen spoke to her husband, watching as he obediently nods.

"The Queen of Wakanda is here?" The prince questioned, looking at Shuri. The Wakandan nods, smiling coyly at the fact he noted her presence. That's right, boy, I'm here beside the princess too.

"Ah, your highness. It's a pleasure to finally meet you." The Kestramoarian king says. He gave the Wakandan queen a genuine smile, making the woman match his enthusiasm as well. "Likewise, your highness."

Your mother cuts in again, letting out a soft chuckle. "Well it's best if we let our two future leaders be to talk with eachother, right? Us adults will go chat on our own about the ceremony."

Your eyes physically dim at the mention of the ceremony, all life draining from your face in an instant. The prince nods at you in acknowledgement when you approached him, smiling like prince charmings in fairytales.

"May I join you two?" Shuri steps between both you and the Kestramoarian, surprising the prince in the process. You only grinned at her actions, internally thanking the heavens up above for her.

The prince looks back at his family and the Zinandran family, seeing how they were all walking away already, lost in their own chatter. Before the prince could respond, you happily nodded.

"Please do. I don't want to bore you with the ceremony chatter they'll be discussing." You casually say, but your eyes were holding a pleading look.

The prince unfortunately didn't have any room to say anything anymore, so he just follows in your command. "Do as you will, your highness." He says, stepping to the side to give her space to walk, totally ignoring the fact she's blocking you and him now.

The Wakandan queen hums with delight, looking forward with a hidden proud look on her face.

Shuri struggles to hide a yawn as she trails behind you and the Kestramoar prince. It's impressive to see how you can still keep your posture around him after so long. Walking around the garden was certainly boring her, and she was now considering that listening the adults talk about the ceremony wouldn't be that bad after all.

But of course, she couldn't leave you with the prince all alone.

You two were talking about something that she didn't bother joining in. Earlier, you two were talking about interests, and you mightve actually enjoyed it. Only because you loved doing your hobbies of course.

She doesn't know how long it's been ever since they left the palace interior, but it sure did feel like a literal twenty-four hours. Basically she's saying it feels like she's being tortured right now.

"Shuri, are you alright?" She hears you sweet, sweet voice call out to her. The Wakandan Queen hums with a nod, specifying she's 'doing alright'. She wasn't.

"You know, I'm quite interested in how you two became close. I often think about how Zinandra and Wakanda has a peace treaty because of your friendship." The prince says.

You and Shuri resists a dumbfoundedly look to come across your faces, internally facepalming at the prince's words.

"It's the other way around, actually. (name) and I began our friendship because of how both our nations' family often visit eachother when we were younger, and so I decided to be friends with her." Shuri rambles, watching as the prince only hum understandingly.

You pretend to look around, faking obliviousness. "I hadn't noticed it was already beginning to get late. We should probably head back soon." You perked up. Shuri nods, walking beside you as she clung onto your arm childishly.

"I agree, it's best if we head back now." You both shared looks, hiding your grinning faces.

Prince Ajani follows in both the women's orders, seeing nothing wrong with it, "alright."

"So what do you think of him?" Shuri questioned you. She turns your vanities chair to face you, watching as you pounced in your bed with a tired groan. "It's too soon to say. But he's alright though, he seems friendly." You responded.

Shuri hums, nodding slowly with her hands clasped in fron of her. "Mm-hm. But so we're the ex's too, right?" She retorts. You let out an annoyed sound at the mention of the past, sinking your face into the soft mattress.

"I don't want to assume yet. I just met him, so I can't judge his character." You muttered, your voice muffled because of how you suffocated yourself on the mattress. Shuri stand up from the seat, throwing herself on your bed making you slightly jump upwards.

"You're right. But personally, he seems boring." The Queen states. You tried to resist a smile, wanting to defend the prince but failed when you snorted.

"Let's not talk about the poor prince like that, Your royal highness." You said with a faux upset pout. You rolled over on your side, facing her direction as she did the same.

"But for real, today drowned me. Who know listening to people talk about them was so boring?" Shuri remarks. You let out an offended sound, throwing a pillow behind you onto the Queen.

"Me talking about my love for my hobbies isn't boring. Little you said it herself." You retort, watching Shuris face shift to a 'you right' look.

"Thanks for being there for me though. I wouldn't have made it out alive if you weren't." You state. The Wakandan Queen only nods, smiling at your words. "I gotta see what typa guy I'm handling too, ey?"  You huffed a breathy laugh at her words, suddenly yawning.

"You better go to sleep now, Princess. Who knows what tomorrow would have in store for you." The princess says, and you nodded in agreement.

The Queen stands up from her bed, turning your automatic lights off, leaving the lights on the edges of your bed on as a small source of light.

"Night." You mumble tiredly.

You were already dozing off resulting to you not hearing what the Wakandan said to you in return.

RUSHED ENDING AAA. So to those who thought it was namor.. surprise! it isn't him imao. cock-blocker shuri though😭😩 the prince's nation and the nations family is made up by me, it doesn't exist:p. part one, part two. part four. part five.

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