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BLACK PANTHER: WAKANDA FOREVER (2022) Dir. Ryan Coogler
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quintessencewrites · 1 year
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Vanish
ShuRiri x Wakandan!fem!reader
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“Nisale kakuhle zinkosi zenu (Goodbye, your majesties.)” You bow and exit, leaving the Queens in their despair. 
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Warnings: ANGST, explicit language, toxic!Riri, slightly toxic!Shuri...you might cry
Word Count: 2.5k+
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A/N: Another idea by @k3nn3dyxo, loosely based on the song Vanish by GIVEON. There's so much damn angst in this one, it kind of broke my heart to write. As always though, enjoy <3 Translations are in the text, there are full on sentences in xhosa in this one. Also, just because I never said it before, every character I write for is a black woman. I love us <3 , okay that's all lol
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It had been weeks. That wasn’t an over-exaggeration. The x’s tallied across your calendar were proof. 
Weeks. Three weeks since you and your loves last had a meal together. 
Shuri and Riri lay in bed as you dressed, the smaller girl of the two still soundly sleeping, tucked under the other’s arm. Her highness smiled a beautiful smile at you, one filled with pride and all the adoration in the world. “Have a wonderful day, sthandwa (my love). Go do amazing things.” 
A beautiful grin of your own spread through your cheeks as you bent down to kiss the woman you loved. “Thank you. I will see you two for dinner?”
“Kunjalo, sana (Of course, baby). I can not wait to hear all about your day.”
And off you went, thrill racing through your veins as you left the palace in trek of the school you helped Nakia establish in your home country, one which mirrored her own brilliant institution in Haiti. 
Returning home many hours later, exhaustion adorning your features, you were welcomed by loneliness. The room shared between you and the adjacent queens was empty, as were the kitchen and living quarters. 
“Griot,” your voice echoed the large walls, calling out to the AI that had made its way out of Shuri’s lab and into your living space. 
“Yes, My Queen?”
“Where are my wives?” the question lingered from your lips. 
“Queen Shuri and Queen Riri are currently in the lab. Would you like me to page them for you?”
The heart encapsulated in your chest swelled, knowing that both girls have had a hard time returning to their work since Queen Mother’s death. You couldn’t bring yourself to pull them away from that. 
“No, Griot. Thank you anyways.”
That night, you climbed into bed alone, body no longer able to fight the sleep that draped upon it. 
When you awoke the next morning, your queens were snoring next to you. They’d crawled in at some point in the night and the sandman whisked them to dreamland; neither girl stirred when you left the bed to prepare for another day at the school. 
The abnormality of abandonment that marked the previous day for you and your family soon became routine. One night turned into two and two into 21. Twenty one days since you’d gathered around the table to enjoy a meal with your loves. 
Two weeks since they’d stopped making excuses. 
“I’m so sorry, baby. Work has been fucking crazy, man. I got caught up. Can I make it up to you?” Riri hadn’t even had the decency to leave the lab for the moment it would’ve taken her to stand you up in person. Shuri was in America, sovereign duties unable to go ignored any longer. 
Even without her partner in crime, Riri still found ways to make her lab work more important than her time with you. 
“You can’t take a moment? Let’s have lunch, my love.” You were begging, a pathetic sight had Ri been able to pull her eyes from her project long enough to peer at you through the hologram provided via the beads. 
“Nah, ma. I’ll see you tonight, okay?”
Shuri was no better. 
“My Queen, where are you? The children are waiting, anticipating the Black Panther’s arrival.”
“Shit, usana (baby), that was today? Can we reschedule?”
“Can we re - No, Shuri! No, we can’t reschedule. These iingqondo ezincinci (little minds) have been waiting hours, missing lessons, to see their beloved protector. You promised.”
“I’m kind of caught up right now, y/n. Riri and I are about to do a test flight; the Iron Heart suit has to be able to reach speeds greater than Mach 5. We think we’ve got it.”
“Shuri plea-“
“Later, sthandwa (my love). I’ll make it up to you.”
And with that, her beads disconnected, erasing her face full of distracted features and leaving you with an auditorium packed with disappointed young ones. 
14 days ago, they stopped making excuses and empty promises, simply starting to just not showing up, not explaining. 
One week, exactly, since they forgot your birthday. 
It had been a hard year, you were well aware of that, but this day was one that never went by unnoticed by your queens. They spoiled you regularly, but on this day in particular, there was nothing that you couldn’t dream up that they wouldn’t move mountains to get you. 
You begrudgingly spent most of that special day alone this year. ‘They’re planning a surprise.’ you tried to convince yourself. Something so big, they had to spend the day away from you so they wouldn’t spoil it. 
Nakia and all the students at your school had wished you a happy birthday. Okoye granted you a year full of bliss as you aged up. Hell, even Griot spoke up when you arrived home from work, “Happy Birthday, Queen Y/n.” 
The damn AI had blessed your day before your wives had.
7 days later and they still hadn’t. 
You’d been patient; more than really. So when you awoke on the eighth day since your birthday to an empty bed, your thin restraint snapped, kindness fleeing with it.
You were angry, and you had every right to be.
The walk down to the lab was more of a march than a stroll. Rage preceded you, and when the lab doors opened before you, it permeated the space, quickly sucking out the focused atmosphere. 
“Queen Y/n has arrived,” Griot announded, oblivious to the fury preparing to reign down on the other Wakandan rulers. 
“Where are my queens, Griot?” You stood on the entrance platform, eyes scanning the room and coming up short of either girl. 
“Queen Riri is in the lab. Queen Shuri is thirty minutes out from the border, returning as we speak.”
Returning? Shuri had left the country and you weren’t even made aware.
“I’m down here, baby,” Riri’s voice was muffled among the buzz in the room, and you honestly couldn’t take it. 
“Wonke umntu ngaphandle (Everybody out),” your voice boomed. Riri was still struggling to learn the language and Shuri wasn’t here to translate, so you took command of the unfamiliar space. 
All around, the sea of white lab coats stilled, unsure. “Ngoku! (Now!)”
Their hesitations evaporated, and the scientists filed out of every exit in the room, leaving you and a confused Riri. You spotted your girl then, welder’s mask atop her head, slowly placing her tool down as you approached her. 
“Y/n, baby, I don’t have time for lunch today. These modifications have a deadline and-”
“Esihogweni ngomhla wakho wokugqibela (To hell with your deadline).”
Riri took a slight step back at your tone, “You know you’re gonna have to translate baby. I’m not there yet.”
At her retreat, you stepped forward, refusing to let her escape. “To hell with your deadline. My patience had a deadline too, Riri.”
Her guard drops, no longer taking your distraction in her lab as a serious matter. “Y/n, what are you going on about?”
When she raises her hand to drop the mask back onto her face, you scoff. She couldn’t even give you a moment to speak, nor an ounce of respect to hear your words. 
You step in front of her, risking being burned by the tool in her hands and not caring at all. Riri jumps back and switches the device off. “You gonna get yourself hurt, y/n! You know better than that; what the fuck is going on with you?”
“Queen Shuri has arrived,” Griot announces as she steps into the lab, panther suit still on, missing the mask. Her brows raise at the sight of her empty lab as she saunters over to you two.
“Y/n, what are you doing here?” Shuri questions with a kiss to the side of your head. “Where is everyone?” she asks as she repeats the action on Riri. 
If looks could kill, you and Riri would both be six feet under, neither of you removing your glare from the other. “Ask her,” Riri retorts. “She came in spewing some shit I couldn’t understand and risking her life with tools she don’t know how to handle and shit.” Throwing the tool to the ground, Ri steps closer to you. She’s so close she could kiss you, but the fury emitting from her tells you she won’t. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Shuri grabs Riri’s upper arm, stopping the girl from approaching you any further. With furrowed brows, she speaks. “Sthandwa (my love), what’s going on?”
A deep chuckle filled with rage leaves your body. It’s an ugly sound coming from you, brimming with emotions you don’t usually possess. “This is the most attention I’ve gotten from either of you in weeks.”
“Attention?” Riri cries. “This is about you not getting attention?” She turns to Shuri, “Baby, we don’t have time for this!” Swiveling back to face you and shaking her arm free of the Black Panther’s hold, Riri steps forward to you, an angry finger in your face joining her dangerous words. “You’re not a child, y/n! We don’t have to come running every time you beckon and call.”
“Ri, calm down. Y/n, my love, nceda uqonde (understand, please). This work is important to us. You know that.” Shuri is speaking to you gently while Riri paces back and forth, hands clasped and running over her tight braids. 
“Bast, Shuri, we don’t have time for this,” Riri repeats. 
Shuri raises her hand to silence Riri but then lowers it onto the small of her back, pulling her in close. “Y/n, sthandwa (my love), singakwenza oku kamva? (can we do this later?)”
That’s it. That small movement opened your foolish eyes.
They were a team. Shuri and Riri. The Black Panther and Iron Heart.
And right now, they were teamed up against you. 
The action almost caused you doubt, your brain wracking to think of a way you may be in the wrong. 
You came up with nothing.
“Ungacinga lomtshato uphakathi kwenu nobabini qha (You would think this marriage was only between the two of you.”
Shuri’s head dips and when she looks back at you, sadness is in her gaze. “Ungathethi loo nto, sthandwa (Don’t say that, my love). You don’t mean that.”
Riri’s head is spinning between you two. “What did she say?”
Shuri is hesitant to answer. “Sh-she said that it seems as though our marriage is only between the two of us.”
While Shuri is making the effort to be gracious with your feelings, Riri just isn’t. She laughs, “Are you serious, yo? You go a few days without any affection and you start tripping?”
“Three weeks.”
“What?” Riri asks.
“Three weeks,” you parrot. “It has been three weeks.”
“Quit being dramatic, y/n-” But Ri’s words are silenced when you throw the calendar upon her work station. Across it are little notes marking the important women in you life’s promises that went broken on those important dates. Big, bold x’s mark out those days. 
“Three weeks ago,” you point at the date. “Was the day I started my duties at the school. You missed the grand opening; couldn’t even be bothered to have dinner with me that evening to celebrate. I went to bed alone that night. Have been ever since.”
Shuri’s eyes are wide and full of hurt, having forgotten the vow she made that you on that day. “We haven’t eaten together in three weeks? Haven’t gone to bed together in that long?”
You ignored her questions. Your voice had finally found you and you refused to let it go. “Two weeks ago, Riri, we were supposed to have lunch together. You’ve been blowing me off ever since. You, ubungangamsha bakho (your majesty), promised to bless the school with your presence. You failed to do so, and I spent six hours consoling some very upset children.”
Next came the date with a bold red circle engulfing it. ‘My Birthday!’ the note read. “One week ago,” your voice cracks. “This one is pretty self-explanatory.”
Tears are falling from Shuri’s face. “How could we-”
Riri is belligerent. “Nah, nah. We wouldn’t miss your birthday. We had it all planned out, today’s only-” Her words fail as she pulls out her phone to check, as if she didn’t believe the calendar you placed in front of her. “Shit.”
“Ikaka ngokwenene(Shit indeed). So tell me again, Shuri, how I didn’t mean the words I said before.”
She doesn’t speak, face full of an apology she can’t vocalize. 
Riri isn’t backing down, anger riling her up again. “Hold up, so you been sitting on this shit for three weeks and you wanna come in and hold it over our heads now?”
“Hold it over your heads? Riri, my love, vuma ukuba awulunganga (admit you’re wrong)! It was you, nina nobabini (both of you), who forgot you had another wife to care for, not I!”
“If you’re so forgotten, y/n, why don’t you just leave?”
Her words knock the wind out of you. “Utheni? (What did you say?)” 
Shuri’s words find her again. “Riri, stop-”
“Nah, baby. She’s the forgotten wife, right?” She’s speaking to Shuri, but her eyes are on you. “We haven’t shown her how much we care over these past few years. How much she meant to us. It wasn’t enough for her.”
Readdressing you, Riri asks venumously “It wasn’t enough, was it, y/n? Huh, baby? We weren’t enough for you. So why don’t you go? Disappear? Vanish?”
A panic is rising in Shuri and she pulls Riri’s tiny body back, but the anger and frustration flowing through the small girl’s being strengthen her. “Cwaka, Riri (Silence, Riri.) Let’s cool off usana (baby), you’re going to say something you’ll regret.”
Riri takes no heed to Shuri's words, tears pouring down both girl’s faces, as well as your own. “Go, y/n. Bounce, baby. Find that woman who gives you more than either of us could, and when you do, wish the bitch luck!”
“Riri!” Shuri hisses, but then her attention is on you. Her eyes follow you as your hand moves to pull off your kimoyo beads. She rushes to you, her hand atop yours. “No, no, sthandwa (my love). She didn’t mean it. Yeka, hlala nam (Stop, stay with me.)”
You take the bracelet off anyways and place it in Shuri’s hand. She looks down at it in horror and tries a different tactic, taking your cheek in her hand to wipe your tears. “Umfazi wam, ndiyaxolisa (My wife, I’m sorry). Ndiyacela, ndiyacela, sukuhamba. (Please, please, don’t go.),” whispers from her lips. 
When you reach to remove the wedding ring from your hand, Shuri drops to her knees, begging. Riri even stops her pacing to peer at you with wide eyes, the weight of her words finally hitting her. 
The ring clinks as it lands on the table, a loud sound in the quiet room. “Ndiyahamba (I’ll leave).”
You pull Shuri’s chin into your hands, bringing her teary eyes to meet yours. With a small, sad smile and a quick glance at Riri, whose taking wavering steps toward you, your mouth opens to speak to the two one last time before you retreat. “Nisale kakuhle zinkosi zenu (Goodbye, your majesties.)” You bow and exit, leaving the Queens in their despair. 
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shuririweek · 2 months
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First ever SHURIRI WEEK is happening JANUARY 28TH - FEBRUARY 3RD, 2024!!!
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tubbiegordito · 1 year
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MORE NAMORA X RIRI!!! 
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cinellejay · 1 year
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I just love them so much 🥰
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freshthoughts2020 · 5 days
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SCOTT’S HERE! - 9” x 12”
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saltygenes · 1 year
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Is anyone else as pumped as I am to see the this absolute legend in Black Panther : Wakanda Forever!!??? Girl best be getting A LOT more screen time 😅😂🤞🤞 
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stars aligned // Namor/deaf!reader
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chapter 3
Warnings: no warnings in this one
Synopsis: Namor and Namora share an interesting conversation while Thulile gets slightly more comfortable in her captivity.
Word count: 1k 
Additional notes: as a holiday gift to everyone, I decided to post one more chapter for today! I’ll be taking the next few days off for the holiday but I’ll be posting soon! Thanks for reading, and happy holidays!!
Yucatec Maya:
In ajawo’ - my king
ka’a suku’un - cousin
le mareas le destino cambiarán ti' le Kukulkan ka le ku desafía u k'aay sirena ku pare tu taan leti' - the tides of fate will shift for the Kukulkan when the one who defies the siren’s call stands before him
In disculpas - my apologies
ch.1. ch.2. 
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Namor stepped into his private sanctum. Almost every wall was adorned with hand painted murals of his own creations. Namor stepped around his table with different paints and parchments covered in every kind of swatch of various colors. His dark eyes cast down to his wrist, seeing the dark beads he’d picked off his prisoner. His very fascinating prisoner, for a land-dweller. 
“How did she write it…Thulile, that was it,” Namor grumbled to himself. 
Of course he couldn’t forget such a name, it was like something he never had and yet it had his full attention. A fact equally attributed to its holder. Namor would be a fool to ignore that his prisoner was easy on the eyes with a fiery stubbornness to match. But that’s all these were, observations. Nothing more. 
Namor picked up his palette and brush, returning to his latest unfinished mural. However the ancient king wouldn’t be allowed to sink into his focus when one of his prized generals stepped into the hut, announcing her arrival. 
“In ajawo’,” Namora held her hands open in their custom, “may I approach?” 
Namor held a smile, never taking his eyes away from the mural, before nodding, “of course, general. What do you need from me?” 
“We should discuss the prisoner,” Namora said. 
“What of it?” Namor said, pretending to be disinterested. 
“You could not of seen it, in ajawo’,” Namora watched her king carefully, “it is exactly how the prophecy said.” 
The brush in Namor’s gentle hand stopped centimeters from the stone before he placed it back on the palette with a sigh. 
“Not with this again, ka’a suku’un,” Namor placed the palette on the table, “that prophecy was a silly bedtime story, you know this.” 
“How could you say that? Fen saw it for herself, spoke of it on her deathbed,” Namora argued. “le mareas le destino cambiarán ti' le Kukulkan ka le ku desafía u k'aay sirena ku pare tu taan leti'.”
“Yes, I know it just as well,” Namor waved dismissively. 
“Then you see it the same as I do, my king,” Namora placed her hand on the table. “You are not blind, and neither was Fen.” 
Namor smiled cynically, “yes, I can not deny my mother’s dying words, but that still doesn’t change the danger in such fantastical words. The tides will change, that could very well spell the end of Talokanil as we know it. No, I will not risk our people and our home over a silly fairytale.” 
Namora frowned before standing straight once more, “well, I will honor that.” 
“I wish to honor that I do not want to speak of this again,” Namor said, removing the kimoyo beads from his wrist, “prepare a small militia, it’s time to move out.” 
Namora watched as Namor walked past her to exit the hut, “may I ask where we are headed.” 
“Wakanda,” Namor smirked. 
-> 
Back in her cell, Thulile was turning it nearly upside down. She looked in every nook and cranny, looking for a weak point or something to tinker together. After her tireless search, Thulile let out a frustrated wail, throwing her hands up. There was absolutely nothing to be found besides the swinging hammock. 
Next Thulile tried the bars. She tried everything, squeezing between them, prying them open and picking the lock with a small bobby pin that somehow wasn’t washed away. Nothing worked. Thulile let out another wail as she banged against the bars, letting her hang in defeat. Thulile tried her best to calm her breathing but the panic wasn’t going away. Thousands of thoughts shot through her mind.
‘So there’s been a secret civilization of blue people at the bottom of the ocean for gods know how long with a king with pointy ears and feathers for feet. What’s tough to understand?’ Thulile thought. 
Too lost in her thoughts, Thulile didn’t realize a woman approached her cell. The masked blue woman looked at Thulile with an amused smile before gently tapping on her hand. Thulile jumped back, throwing her hands up in defense only to see the young servant standing there. The servant giggled at Thulile’s reaction. Thulile looked over the woman, sensing her softer demeanor. 
“You are Thulile, yes?” the woman said kindly. 
Thulile squinted, reading the woman’s lips before nodding. 
“My english is rocky, in disculpas,”the woman gestured to a woven basket she held in her hands, “I’ve been asked to give you these.” 
Thulile watched as the woman placed the basket in front of the bars before stepping back. Thulile looked at the woman again before approaching the basket like an animal scouting out the danger. Thulile pulled the clothes out of the basket and brought them to her chest. Thulile blinked in confusion as the woman opened the palms of her hands, one of the other, and bowed her head. 
“May a KuKulkan bless you, prophesied one,” the woman said. 
The woman smiled and walked away. Thulile, successfully confused, tried to wave the woman down to no avail. Thulile sighed while unfolding the metaphorical olive branch. Thulile blinked in shock seeing it fold out into a dress of intricate details. It was beautifully made, woven in shells and seaglass into beautiful archaic patterns reminiscent of the Maya.  Thulile looked around in disbelief, feeling there had been some sort of mistake. 
‘Is this how they dress all of their prisoners?’ Thulile thought. 
Nevertheless, she needed to get out of her soaked clothes. Taking another gaze around to make sure there weren’t any prying eyes, Thulile began to undress down to her undergarments. Thulile couldn’t help the shiver that cast over her body giving way to gooseflesh. Quickly Thulile threw on the dress, grateful for its long sleeves and how it dropped down to her ankles. Thulile twisted around, nodding at the craftsmanship. 
Thulile twisted her locs hair up into a messy bun as her mind replayed the servant’s strange words. She spoke of a prophecy, more than that, that she herself was prophesied. Thulile felt her mind become dizzy before collapsing back on the hammock. 
‘Madder and madder it gets…Bast, make sense of this mess.’ 
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sinning-23 · 1 year
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Like Water Pt.1
Namor/Ku’Ku’lkan x Black!reader
Warnings: None yet, just very lovey and touchy conversation between reader and Namor :)
Pt.2 Here
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Your hands trace the beads along the bracelet, the weight on your wrist becoming something you’re more used to now. The sun is low, as shades of orange, pink, and purple paint the sky. He would be here soon. Ocean waves lap at the sand by your feet, the tides slowing pulling you in, calling you to the water. You wait, though, still following his instructions and requests, clinging to every word.
The sun now sits against the horizon, the glare of its shine against the water seeming to blind you. you still wait, excited but also anxious. You’d never been so willing to do something for someone you’d hardly known. He had a way of lulling you into a sense of security and safety that made you more content than anything. When you had last met, he promised to show you his home and the people he held so close to his heart. You promised to wait for him.
It’s dark now, purple spilling into the sky as the more rises and pulls the water however it pleases.
“You came.” He hums, slightly startling you with how quiet he was, he had a way of being far more sneaky than you liked.
“You called.” You respond, standing from your place in the sand, slightly shifting your weight to help with the nerves. He can tell and brings your wandering eyes to focus on his.
His expression is neutral, eyes soft when he scans over your features, hands still slightly wet from the water he was just in. You let him move you, thumb tracing over your bottom lip with ease before he kisses them, tilting your chin upwards. You don’t complain, melting almost when his hand finds the base of your neck, tilting your head upward to deepen the kiss he had you locked in.
Your heart practically pounds in your chest and the washing of the ocean waves alms you.
"Come with me. " He begs. eyes pleading. It's not the first time he's asked you this, begging you with those deep brown hues that searched every inch of your own in hopes of a yes. But there never was one....There was only ever a soon. which wasn't a no but it wasn't a right now. He needed you now.
"Mi amor." you hum, holding his face in the palms of your hands while foreheads touch one another as a silent argument takes place.
"Béet" He speaks again, his native tongue rolling off his lips and into your ear when he presses kisses to your neck.
"I can't...I...I can't. I would die down there you know that." You explain, gripping his hand for dear life ad he sighs heavily.
"Id go to the ends of the earth to find a way for us to be together. Whatever it takes." He explains, lulling you towards the water and you're now being pulled in from the ankles to your waist into the water.
You'd blindly followed him into the ocean, your feet not touching the sandy bottom as he holds you up, placing a mask over your mouth.
"Breathe."
And you do, your clothes becoming more and more saturated as he pulls you into the water. And like a moth to a flame, you blindly follow.
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funnywildlife · 1 year
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quintessencewrites · 1 year
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She loves me
toxic!Shuri x black!fem!reader; Valkyrie x black!fem!reader
She loves me. Even though whenever I say it, she doesn't say it back.
Warnings: angst, cheating, eventual fluff, explicit language as always, implied smut Word Count: 1.9k+
Requested by anonymous
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“I’m sorry, this voicemail box is full. Please hang up, and try again later.”
The line had stopped trilling two calls ago and this time was no different. Either Shuri’s phone had died or she’d turned it off, and it was most likely the latter. 
That photo presented itself in the forefront of your mind, teasing you. You had to look at it again, had to really examine it. Oh, how you didn’t want to though. Didn’t want to believe what was right in front of you. 
Her face was hidden behind a mountain of curls belonging to a girl who wasn’t you. Toothy grin full of pearly whites, chiseled jaw set taut. Tattooed hands snaked around a neck that wasn’t yours and a waist that wasn’t attached to your body. 
That’s what gave her away. Those tattoos, so distinguishable, climbing up her fingers like vines. Fingers that you had memorized, from their calloused feel on your dark skin to their full length petting your core. 
Frustration washed over, entangling you in a flurry of emotions. The exasperated scream that crept from your lungs was deep and animalistic. Your chest burned with envy and hurt, swirling to form a nasty tornado of detestment. 
Seven months. That’s how long you and Shuri had been together. 
She loves me, you’d convinced yourself from day one. Her words were smooth, pulling you in and caressing you like silk. “You’re so beautiful” she’d purr to you. “This beautiful ass is all mine, ain’t it ma?”
She loves me. Her touch was scalding, igniting a flame each time her skin kissed yours. From those long, thin, phalanges that caressed your chin with such gentleness, to the warmth that ran through you when she laid you on your back, one hand around your throat and the other working furiously between your legs. 
She loves me. Even though she came home night after night with bruises sprinkled about her most intimate areas. Various sized dark spots contrasting starkly with her mahogany skin. 
She loves me. Even though she tilted her phone away from you whenever it chimed, alerting her of a new message. Whoever texted her, whatever they said, pulled her attention away from you like hypnosis. 
She loves me. Even though whenever I say it, she doesn’t say it back. 
Your fingers were itching to call again, your consciousness begging for her to answer and explain. “Ma, it wasn’t even like that.” 
“She’s just a friend.”
“I have a long-lost twin sister.”
Your manicured thumb hovered above their name, so desperately wanting to call. 
So you did.
 The phone felt heavy as you brought it to your ear. It rang and rang and rang. 
“Hello?” The heavily accented voice finally picked up. Your words were lost upon you, each one getting stuck in your throat and forming a lump that brought forth salty tears. 
A broken gag mustered from your lips. 
“Y/n? What’s wrong?”
As soon as your mouth opened, the floodgates followed. “V? C-can you c-come over? Please?” That last word was accentuated with desperation as you felt your beating heart break into a thousand pieces. 
“Gimme five.”
It wouldn’t even take that long; you knew that for sure. All it took was your fragmented speech for Valkyrie to rush over with an astonishing quickness. She wasted no time knocking, bending to pull the key you kept under the mat and letting herself in. 
V’s hair swung about her face, her head snapping in every direction in search of you. “Y/n, baby? Where are you?” She tiptoed on the plush carpet, as if afraid to step on you. 
She followed the sounds of your sobs, all the way to your bedroom. There you sat, in the corner, knees pulled to your chest and face hidden in your arms. Your phone had been discarded several feet away and as she stepped closer, Valkyrie got a good look at what upset you so.  
Her heart pounded, anger flowing through her veins at the sight. She wanted nothing more than to find Shuri and rip into her for breaking your heart, beating the panther to a pulp. 
Then she glanced up, catching your swollen gaze fixated on her with such despair. Shuri was a fool for sure, but her damnation would come. Now was the time to comfort you, fix you, put you back together. 
V walked slowly, like a predator stalking its prey. “Hey pretty girl,” she whispered as she crouched beside you. Like a magnet, your head gravitated to her shoulder and there it stayed. Her hand reached up to caress calming strokes into your hair. 
“She doesn’t love me, V.”
God, it sounded so pathetic. You’d spent almost a year loving somebody who didn’t love you back. 
Valkyrie is silent, but her movements don’t stop. 
“Why doesn’t she love me?”
The room is still, the weight of your inquiry settling. 
“She doesn’t deserve your love, y/n.”
Your eyes roll, and more tears release. It was such a generic answer, such a best friend answer to give. 
“She didn’t earn it,” V continues. “What did she give you besides good sex and shiny objects?”
Memories bombard you. Good sex and shiny objects. But also good laughs, fun moments. A trip to Wakanda that you’d never forget. Flowers ‘just because’ and dates that would make any girl swoon. 
But apparently you were just that. Just ‘any girl’. You were one in a million, quite literally. Shuri had sent you flowers adorned with the wrong name multiple times. Started to call you the wrong name during sex before she went mute instead. Taken you on dates to restaurants where she ordered ‘your favorite’ even though that was your first time visiting the establishment. 
The realization sent your tears streaming. It’d been right in front of your face this whole time. 
Your reddened eyes part from the floor and land on Valkyrie. Her long locs framing her defined jaw and pretty, bright brown eyes. The way she leaned her head against yours and played in your hair, mindlessly. 
The oversized top she sported showed off every flex in her muscular arms and her shorts were nearly hidden underneath the length of the shirt. 
She was in her gym wear. She wore it like a uniform, which meant she’d pulled herself from her most sacred activity to be your sanctuary. 
“I guess I love too hard, huh?”
Her gaze met yours in unison at your words, at the playfulness that jumped off your tongue behind the huskiness of your cries. 
“Too hard and too dumb,” your friend responds. 
A gasp feigns from you, “Dumb how?”
V’s head shakes, ever so slightly. “An argument for another day, y/n.”
“Well, make it an argument for today. Dumb how?”
The phone several inches away begins to vibrate furiously with yours and Shuri’s Cheshire grins ever so present on the screen. Both you and Val watch, quietly and intently, until the phone’s furious movements come to an end. 
And then they start up again. Shuri’s calling for a second time. 
“Dumb because I know you’re gonna answer that.”
Your eyes fall upon V’s, seeing a mirrored hurt behind an anguished expression. You were wounding her, playing this game of cat and mouse with Shuri. 
She loves me. She put her whole day on hold, rushing over the moment you asked and making it in record time. She would’ve come, no questions asked, no matter the time of day. 
She loves me. She was here and Shuri wasn’t. She was always here, picking up the pieces when the one you thought you loved fell short. 
She loves me. Even though you’ve just realized it. 
The device stops ringing, only to start right back up. Valkyrie stares at you hard, gauging your next move. 
It pains you to pull away from her touch, her soothing solace, but you do. You have to. 
Falling to all fours, you crawl to the phone, to Shuri awaiting on the other end with a basketful of excuses. 
The phone feels heavy in your hands as you retrieve it from the ground. It feels heavier when you press the green button and bring it to your ear. And Shuri’s voice feels heaviest. 
She knows she’s been caught; she gives you no chance to speak before she starts trying to cover her mistakes. 
“That picture wasn’t supposed to be posted on her story; she’s an ex and it’s an old pic-“
Those salty tears prickle your already glossed over eyes once more. 
“Shuri,” your voice was surprisingly steady, despite all the crying you’d just done. 
“Yes, baby girl? Listen, I’m tryna expla-“
“We’re done.”
Now it’s you who gives Shuri no time to speak, hanging up before she can register your words. 
You allow the phone to drop from your hold, unable to bear the weight of it any longer. Slowly, through your blurred vision, you turn and find Valkyrie seated where you left her. 
“Yeah, I’m dumb,” the steadiness you spoke with before is now gone and the admission comes out in a whisper. 
The silence in the room is suffocating and it lingers for far too long. V is the one to break it, her laughter chiming through the hush. It’s a genuine belly-laugh, one full of euphoria that doubled you over in the middle. The contagious kind of laughter that causes you to bend at the center as well, gripping your stomach for support as the chuckles and sobs mix. 
Val somehow finds her words in the midst of her giggles. “So dumb, y/n,” her powerful voice declares with outstretched arms, inviting you in. 
You don’t hesitate to accept, settling into her hold, the sounds of your shared exuberance harmonizing. 
“Dumb how?” You ask again, arms sneaking to wrap around her neck while hers come to rest on your waist. 
It feels right, Val’s touch, in a way that didn’t with Shuri. Hers was forced, consciousness elsewhere. 
Val’s was gentle and aware. She was here, doing this, because she wanted to. She wanted it; she wanted you. 
“Dumb because,” she begins, plump lips parting, dark eyes twinkling. “I think you’ve just now realized,” she emphasizes. “What’s been sitting right in front of you.”
Her tone is cocky but her words settle on your stomach like a fulfilling meal. 
Your response is slow and deliberate, and you mean every word. 
“I think I have too.”
“And?” She asks immediately, anxiety growing at the sudden slow burn. 
In the background, your phone constantly buzzes, Shuri’s face ever present on the device. It goes ignored, however, because you finally take in what’s been sitting in front of you. 
“And, I think I finally appreciate what’s been sitting right in front of me”
V’s eyes roll to the heavens, demeanor falling a bit. “Oh great, I’ve always wanted to be appreciated-“
Her dramatics halt when your hands graze her cheeks, pulling her striking gaze back to you. “Val. “ the sound of her name rolling off your tongue shushes her. 
“I like what’s sitting right in front of me.”
Valkyrie’s smile is so genuine, so pure and elated. She rests her forehead against yours, sinking further into you. “Yeah?” She whispers. 
You lean into her touch, grip on her tightening as if she’ll disappear beneath you. “Yeah,” you whisper back, truthfully, and for the first time in a very long time, you feel a tranquility that can only be explained by the girl seated in front of you. 
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Millaenyia Parker
The Vibe:
Sia-Soon We'll Be Found (Slowed By Beasty Music)
Something has been calling me for days. First, it came as an echo in a dream, an afterthought really.
I was walking along a beach of white sand and clear blue water. The lush vegetation around me had such a vibrant green, that if I unfocused my eyes ever so slightly, I'd see nothing but emeralds and jades through the haze. I could feel the grains of sand move between my toes with each step. The sea spray hits me with the ever-passing gust of wind, cooling off my dark skin from the abrasive sun.
The smell in the air was fresh from the ocean, with sweet undertones woven in between. As I keep walking along the beach I hone in on the sounds of the waves and the water hitting the shore, not realizing I was approaching what seems to be an entrance. I take my final steps and stand in front of this opening in the earth.
Looking closer I see that this was an entrance to a cave submerged underwater; one more step and I could sink. Crouching down to my hands and knees, I hold my head closer to the pool of water in front of me trying to see what I can of the cave. I mostly see nothing but water and rock; I notice a shine of light coming from straight ahead in the water but I can't see much from outside.
Maybe...
"Girl you are not Jacques Gusteau don't even think about getting your ass in that water."
You right.
I get up, brush myself off and turn around to continue my walk. As I walk away I swear the wind started to pick up; it was making long breathy noises. It wasn't the wind. It was whispers of my name echoing from the cave:
"Millaenya.." (Mee-lane-ya)
Before I could fully comprehend the hushed sounds, a loud pound jolts me awake. Within a blink, I quickly sat up in my bed. I was covered in a layer of cold sweat, gasping for air as if I held my breath for hours. My body was vibrating with anxiety, and I started to feel myself unravel again. The last time this happened, Is when I felt Tony Die.
Recenter yourself
Trying to relax my breathing, I close my eyes and chant, "I am real, I am in control. I am real, I am in Control. I am REAL, I am in CONTROL!"
The items in my room began to shake and move, my bed starts to rise upward. I feel myself slipping further away. It would have gotten way worse but fortunately, the two knocks at the door stole back my focus and if that didn't fully bring me back then my bed slamming to the floor sure did.
"Saved by the bell. I'm coming!!"
I unravel myself from the mountains of blankets on my bed and throw on a robe on the way to my door. I open the door and see my roommate peter holding a cup of coffee and ibuprofen.
"Good morning Mills. Figured you'd need this"
I grab the items from his hands, "Ya know," I take 4 pills and take a sip of the cheap coffee, "I'll never get used to that"
"Used to what?"
"Your fancy schmancy spidey senses. Can't even wig out in a separate room without your 'peter tingle' giving me up."
"Why does everyone call it that?!"
"Because our sweet Aunt May, may she rest in peace, was a comedian and I refuse to let that joke die"
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Aunt May and Peter took me in when peter was 14 and I was 20. We say 20 but I have no idea how old I was or am. Peter was training late at Kissena Park; he had just gotten his powers a few months prior and was still getting used to his strength and heightened senses. That night he was beta-testing his web solution and swinging back and forth between trees. I, on the other hand, was buried deep within Kissena Lake.
In the middle of swinging to the next tree, Peter got a sudden rush of anxiety and fell to the ground; a vague but strong sense of something being wrong, something dangerous. He wanted to throw up, run, and fight all at the same time. There was a heat storm brewing up that night, nothing the news warned the city about. Peter stood up quickly and tried to collect himself; The city was quiet and with everything standing still, it was almost peaceful.
As quickly as that peace came, it was interrupted by a cluster of lightning bolts that hit the ground and trees surrounding the lake. The unexpected storm ended with one particularly large bolt of lightning hitting the center of the lake. It reached the bottom where I happened to be buried. It must have stirred the dirt up just enough, that I started to float up to the surface, along with a leather book bound to my wrist.
Peter so graciously pulled me to shore and checked if I was breathing. I had a fresh scar (that was quite literally steaming by the way) that began at my shoulder and traveled down my torso through my leg and ended at my left ankle. The scar itself looked like branches of lighting. If Peter wasn't freaked out already, he sure was when he saw my hair turn from black to white in a matter of minutes. When he was sure I was alive he brought me home to Aunt May. He explained what happened from start to finish; the whole situation kind of forced him to explain his powers to May for the first time.
Sorry Pete
When I awoke, I remembered nothing but my name. I had no recollection of who I was, where I was from, or who my family was. Nothing. The book that was bound to my wrist was full of handwritten notes about my gifts; the earliest entry was dated back to 1692. Each account was so meticulously written and described it was like my own personal how-to guide. Outside of that, the only other personal information written in the book is that my mother gave birth to me in the woods, alone. She protected me from the outside as best as she could but eventually died of exposure. A group of traveling women picked me up. Their leader Agatha said she could hear my cries calling her from miles away. Sadly the rest of that journal entry was ripped from the book.
Fast forward a bit; the authorities couldn't find where I came from. My DNA was nowhere to be found and no one recognized my picture. The only key identifiers I had was my stark white twists (which was a new look) and a strange tattoo on the inner part of my lip. I was eventually ruled as a Jane Doe and given all new information and IDs; I kept my name and became a parker. Aunt May accepted me as her own; she took me as I was. My mysterious past didn't matter to her, my skin tone didn't matter to her. When people questioned about me and silently judged she would only say, "I've always wanted a daughter" and her daughter I was. Peter was already calling me his sister so it worked out great.
Millaenya Parker. It has absolutely no ring to it, but it means everything to me. In the early days, I spent my time in the library reading everything I could. I learned every language I could, dead and new. I got my GED and studied at MIT for my bachelor's in Cultural History and Anthropology. Around this time I went with Peter and Tony to Germany for the Avenger's little "family feud". After this, I worked with Stark Industries as an intern while getting my Masters's in Historic Preservation and getting a Ph.D. in Sociolinguistics.
While Peter spent his time as the friendly neighborhood Spiderman I traveled, and finally experienced life; I took the time to study myself and explore my powers. I damn near perfected elemental & weather manipulation; being so in tune with our planet and its history, I swear I can now hear the Earth's breath. I tested my blood for months. I looked like I was in my early 20s but I was very old. I found that my blood shared the same properties as vibranium. Still don't know what to do with that information.
Before I could further my studies, the blip happened; I physically felt the life leave this world, and It made me empty. I was so off the grid that I didn't see my friend's calls for help until it was too late. I should have been there with Peter, I lost him and May that day. For those 5 years, I trained with Natasha and occasionally Okoye (got some fun scars from that) and searched for answers to reverse the mass disappearance. During my research, I studied under Wong at the Kamar Taj and became quite proficient with my sling ring and basic sorcery. In between travels I mostly stayed with Tony & Pepper and their new baby girl Morgan.
When the Battle of Earth came and Tony made that fatal snap, I broke. The pain was too much, I couldn't control my emotions, and when I let out my cries of anguish, everyone around me began to writhe in pain. Wanda had to use her powers to forcefully put me to sleep. Fast forward even further we lost Aunt May and everyone forgot about Peter, except for me. Peter almost didn't come back from that; we have no idea why I remember, nor do I dare to question it. I am just thankful that I can be here for him. But I digress.
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I take another drink from the styrofoam cup, I notice the fancy Greek-style lettering
'We Are Happy To Serve You'
"Peter, have you talked to her yet, or are you just going to forever borderline stalk the poor girl at her work?"
"Hey! It's not stalking, I just wanted to check on her."
I begin to walk towards the kitchen to grab some breakfast, Peter takes a seat on the couch, "I promise you, if you talk to her and stop being creepy, she will fall in love with your dopey ass all over again. It was meant to be Pete. I'm so sure about it, I feel it in my bones."
"She could get hurt, I'm dangerous to be around, and everyone I love dies. My Parents are dead. Uncle Ben is dead. Tony, is dead. Aunt May is dead. I'm cursed Millie" he says as he dramatically falls face-first on the couch
"I resent that! I'm still alive, you don't love me?" I say throwing an apple at him.
He swiftly catches it behind his back without looking, "What's a man got to do around here to wallow in self-pity in peace? "
"Peter Parker, Friendly Neighborhood Emo." we laugh together in mutual pain.
As you can tell trauma-dy is our way of coping
"What's your plan for today?"
"Eh, Just work"
"Your freelance work or your freelance work?"
"The answer is yes. You should join me sometime, it'll be fun"
"I did enough crime-fighting during the blip thank you very much. I'm currently in my peaceful academic phase; being a curator has done me some good. I just want to study dead nations and their languages; that's the kind of wholesome fun I want"
"You're a nerd even for me you know that? Anyways, thanks for the apple, ima head out" He opens the window and begins to crawl out. "LOVE YOU!"
"Peter we have doors for a reason; You are getting dirt all over my window!" I yell to him. "LOVE YOU TOO, BUG BOY"
Finally alone with my thoughts, I check my phone and look at my calendar. I remember I'm off for the next few days with exactly zero plans. Lost in my thoughts I was interrupted by a sudden shout of my name.
"Millaenyia!"
Startled I drop my phone. I have no idea where that came from. It was in my apartment but no one is here, I would have felt them. It happened again but this time the voice was beckoning me to follow it.
"Milllllaaaeennyyyiaa"
It was coming from my bookshelf in the living room. I start to walk toward the shelf and the books on it begin to shake. As I move closer, one book falls to the ground and the books stop shaking. I kneel to pick it up and see that it's a world atlas. Before I could inspect the book any further the pages began to rapidly flip. Eventually, the book lands on a map of Mexico and begins to burn up spontaneously. I don't freak out as fire doesn't affect me, but I just watch the map slowly burn until it gets to the Yucatán peninsula.
"Hmm. If that's not a sign then I don't know what is"
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I packed up a light bag and filled Peter in on the whole spooky situation. He's worried, understandably so; but I have to go. Something is calling me there, that beach in my dream looks like the beaches of Yucatán. In the back of my mind, I hear that voice calling my name. I'm afraid I'd lose my mind if I don't go. Peter wishes me luck and makes me promise to check in with him periodically. I put on a 2 piece swimsuit and layer on some white linens over it; I lace up an old pair of Adidas sneakers and grab a pair of sunglasses. Quickly I twist back my hair to the side and loosely braid it. I grab my bag and sling ring and began to open a portal to Mérida, Yucatán.
"Alrighty Creepy Voice, you've piqued my interest"
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