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Next To Me Pt.15 (Shuri x Black!Fem!Reader)

Shuri x Black!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 10k

Content: profanity, a bit of angst, mentions of death and injuries...but to apologize for it, there’ll also be a moment we’ve all been waiting for. Well...one of the moments we’ve all been waiting for :)

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A/N: semester is overrrrrr!! Here’s part 15! So sorry for the wait, but thank you for your patience! <3 Y’all are truly the best and I’m thankful for all of yall!

I feel the need to say that Next to Me is nearing the end! We have this part, and about 4-5 more before the story is complete, and while I’m excited to get into the climax and resolution of the story, it will be bittersweet...BUT lets save all of that for like the second to last chapter or closer to the end, lmao I’m not gonna get sappy on yall now

Go and read and enjoy! <3

It had been nerve-wracking finding your way through the hallways to the training room the next morning. With your head pounding, a result of lack of sleep the night before, and your body sore, you had found it hard to remember the way to Shuri's lab and the training room that resided in it. It hadn't helped that you were also constantly looking over your shoulder and peeking around corners, always looking for the gold armor that differentiated Okoye from the rest of the Dora Milaje. What had helped was the kimoyo bracelet on your wrist and the AI that was automatically programmed into it.

"Griot, could you direct me to the training room?"

The AI had started off with your last name, and it was only slightly surprising to hear a hint of hesitation in his words.

"Perhaps it would be wiser to stay in and rest this morning, as the General and the Queen requested?"

Your eyes had rolled upward toward the ceiling as if that was where the AI resided. A sigh had left your mouth, tinged with a bit of fatigue and a bit more annoyance brought on by that fatigue.

It was easier to let the annoyance fester instead of confronting the real reason behind why you hadn't been able to go to sleep. At least until you could work it out, literally.

"I don't think they requested it. I think it was more of a recommendation."

If he could've, you were sure Griot would have sighed at your attempt to skirt around the truth behind his words. Nevertheless, you had asked him a question…and he had been given a directive: grant you whatever you needed.

"Very well. Take this left-"

The thoughts that you had managed to keep at bay on the walk over to the lab now poked and prodded at your mind. Each strike against the barrier you had created only resulted in you swinging your staff harder against the dummy you had dragged from the side of the room. Every hit resonated through your arms, making the littered bruises throb, yet it only spurred you on.

There was one thing that had managed to slip through the cracks of the vulnerable and hastily built wall in your mind, and quite ironically, it was the one thing you were trying to escape.

While the minute details of the nightmare had escaped your mind, the words and feelings that it had evoked still remained fresh and visceral in your entire being. It was easy to remember when it was a reliving of the events that had taken place only hours before, except with a twist that your terrified mind had felt the need to add.

Being surrounded by fire just as vivid and scorching as it had been in the Mining Province made it hard to differentiate your surroundings from reality and dreamscape. Hard, but not impossible. It helps that the clearing is void of people; a difference that you quickly notice, and a difference that you used to convince yourself it wasn't real. 

Despite the small part of your subconscious that was aware of its surroundings, you still couldn't help looking around. There was a hazy edge around your vision, pitching everything in dull colors that waned back and forth. The sounds you managed to make out sounded like they were filtered through a tunnel, but there was something floating just on top of the faint sound. It sounded garbled…desperate…in need of help. The sound alone made a gaping hole of dread open wide in the pit of your stomach. 

It isn't until you turn to the alley where the explosion had taken place did you notice where the noise was coming from, and it made your lips part on a silent gasp. You stumble back at the sight of that familiar black, gold, and silver suit sprawled haphazardly across the ground.

From where you stand, you can see that something is wrong. Her chest rises and falls too slowly, each breath being punctuated with a horrific gurgling noise as if it's a struggle to draw each one in. Fear paralyzes your body, icy and all-consuming as it numbs every one of your limbs. 

You pray to anyone that's listening that they'll wake you up from this nightmare that's seemed to target the one fear you had been close to living out the night before. 

Your lips move soundlessly in a failed attempt to convince yourself to wake up, but that all stops once her hand raises toward you. It isn't hard to see the way her lips shape your name, choking on the breath that she is able to draw in. You don't hesitate in dropping to your knees in front of her.

The material of her suit is rough against your hands when you clutch at it, and the weakness in her fingers is startling enough for you to tighten yours enough for the both of you. It prompts you to pull her hand up, raising it so that you can press it against your cheek, and your terror-addled mind is cruel enough to make her gloved hand icy as it lands on your heated skin.

"Shuri, look at me. You're gonna be okay-"

Your voice is unfamiliar, the level of desperation so foreign even to your own ears that it's hard to place yourself in the moment. Yet it's now harder to convince yourself that this isn't real. 

Her eyes find yours and the light of the fire only shows how glassy and unfocused hers have become. It's a telltale sign of something you didn't even want to think about, even in a dream, but as her hand becomes heavier in yours, it's hard to keep your thoughts from steering in that direction.

"No, no, no, you stay with me. We're gonna get you help- you'll be okay, Shuri. Please-"

The tears that roll down your face feel too real, yet you don't bother wiping them away; there's no use, as you know that they'll be replaced by more should you do so. 

The same pleas fall from your lips, anguished and increasing in volume until your voice grows hoarse. Your hands gather her motionless and limp body in your arms until you're drawing her up against your chest. You don't care about the soot and blood that stains your clothes, too afraid to think about who it belongs to; you don't care about how much your arms shake as you try to find enough purchase on her suit, wanting to pull her closer until you're able to breathe some of your life into her. But you're unable to, and the realization makes a cry leave your mouth as you lower your head to rest against hers. 

You can't think of a single thing other than the heaviness of Shuri's body in your arms. But then the flames of the fire that lick against your skin turn from heat to soft caresses. The cold hand that you grasp out of desperation and anguish turns warm, returning your grip and squeezing firmly in a promise not to let go. 

The echo of your pleas that torment you over and over again is replaced with a soft voice- a familiar voice. It reassures you that you're safe, and the familiarity of it slows your racing heart; quells the fears that had arisen in you; loosens your lips to let the one thing you had been longing to say for an indecipherable amount of time slip out.

"I love you…Shuri…stay with me-please-"

It's the realization that the hand holding yours feels…too real. The hand stroking your cheek is too warm to be a figment of your imagination. And then the feeling of relief and shock at your own words rouses you enough for you to latch onto the edges of your consciousness and let it pull you out of the nightmare to…

Nothing. 

You hadn't been surrounded by fire; in fact, a cold chill had swept over your skin as you sat up, your bleary eyes looking at every corner of the room. There wasn't ash coating the inside of your mouth, only the traces of the toothpaste you had used before going to bed.

But the thing that had hurt the most was the fact that no one else had been there. She hadn't been there, no matter how real her touch had felt on your skin. She hadn't been there to hear the words that you'd had to rein into the deepest parts of you, guarded by a fear of rejection and pain at being alone. 

She hadn't been there when you had curled in on yourself, letting your cries steal every breath that you would have willingly used to profess your love for her if only she had been there.

“Shit-!”

The only thing that was able to break you free of the nightmare's current hold on you was the jarring and quite painful feeling of your staff knocking into your cheekbone. It clattered to the floor with a sound that increased your headache, now emboldened by the flaring pain in your face. It rolled to a stop, making way for the sounds of your labored breathing and the soft curses that still fell from your lips. But they fell short at the sound of the training room's door opening and closing. Instead, a heavy, accepting sigh swept through you with the anticipation of looking up and facing an angry Okoye whose "recommendation" you had pushed to the side and ignored. Especially when your direct ignorance of her words had subsequently resulted in a knot undoubtedly forming right on your cheekbone.

"Look, I know you said no training, Okoye, but I couldn't just sit there all morning-"

Your words choked off at the sight of who had actually walked in, and it wasn't the golden armor-clad General of the Wakandan armies; instead, it was the one person who had starred in the nightmare that still had an effect on your entire being.

"I honestly shouldn't have expected you to sit in your room all morning."

There was no malice or tension in Shuri's voice, but it was slightly hesitant. That hesitance was also shown in the way she stood at the door of the training room, her arms by her sides and her fingers drumming against her leg.

Her presence sent streaks of relief and a contrasting apprehension through your chest, causing your breaths to slow down and hitch slightly. Your eyes focused on her figure, taking in every bit of her. You started at the tips of her curls that were slightly wet, presumably from her fixing them up this morning; then came her dark blue, denim, button-down shirt paired with a pair of black biker shorts; and finally, your eyes landed on the shoes that she had undoubtedly designed, the futuristic style being too unique to be sold in regular stores.

The warmth and color of her cheeks eased a part of you that still remembered the ashen and pallid color she had been in the nightmare, as did the steady rising and falling of her chest. You had no idea how long you had been taking in every sign that she was okay and in front of you, but it had been long enough for her to cross the room and stop in front of you. Her proximity shrouded you in her signature scent: amber and another calming husk that you only associated with her. You had just taken a deep breath in, drawing it further into your lungs and letting it calm your racing heart when she spoke, her voice still hesitant but now firm with worry.

"Are you okay?"

It was such a simple question, but you found it almost absurdly difficult to answer. The pain blossoming across your cheek was almost forgotten as you wracked your brain for an answer. Any answer would be easier to give than the truth.

The mere thought of answering her question truthfully almost stopped your heart, as dramatic as it sounded. Or maybe your heart was just beating so fast that you could no longer feel it. Regardless of what was going on, you knew it would only increase if you were to answer her question with the words that were both true and desperate as they raced through your mind.

Seeing you run headfirst into danger scared me so bad that I had a nightmare about losing you and it literally ripped me apart because at the same time, I came to the realization that I just may be in love with you though I don't know if you need or want to hear that now because you have more important things to worry about, but those things that you're worrying about are also dangerous enough to take you from me and if that happens I literally won't know what to do with myself because every breath hurts when you're not there-

"Yeah, I just got distracted," is what fell from your mouth instead, each shaking under the guise of being unsteady due to your pain.

Her eyes focused on where your hand pressed against your cheekbone, worry shining bright in them as her eyebrows furrowed. One of her hands twitched towards you, and it didn't go unnoticed. The small action had you questioning what kind of reaction her touch would evoke out of you; would you cave into the pressure of laying your truth out for her to see- raw and slightly painful in all of its glory, not caring about the consequences that followed? Or would you only be reminded that her touch could only translate to one of friendliness and not the longing that lay in every thought of yours that revolved around her.

"…I'm trying hard not to tell you 'I told you so' right now. Though if Okoye were here, she'd definitely tell you 'I told you so'."

Despite the reminder of your last conversation, one that had grown slightly heated, and one that had almost ended in you professing yourself to her, her tone was light and the slightest hint of a laugh floated amongst her words.

"I know she would. And she'd do it while beating my ass."

There had been an expectation of tension when you had woken up, at least between the two of you. It was partly why you had promptly made your way to the training room, wanting some kind of release that didn't involve sitting in bed and dwelling on the conversation and the nightmare that had followed. You didn't want tension.

It hadn't been that long since you two had semi-made up after the first argument, and the thought of another argument increasing the distance between the two of you made you nervous.

So when the corners of her mouth lifted in a small smile, the relief that flowed through you made your lips curl slightly; though pain twinged through your cheek as soon as it raised, making you wince slightly.

The irony between the two of you walking on eggshells around each other was that it was impossible for the small things to go unnoticed by either of you, and as much was proven when her smile faded as she watched you wince.

As much had already been proven when Shuri noticed how your answer was hesitant…and not telling the entire truth. You said you were distracted, which wouldn't be surprising, especially when she knew of what you had gone through the night before; but she also knew that your words hadn't been the ones that were really going through your mind. Despite having this knowledge, she didn't push you to reveal the truth; instead, she bent down to pick up your staff, collapsing it before waving for you to follow her.

"Here, I have something that can help you in the lab. Come."

It could've been the resoluteness in her voice that made you follow her without a second thought; or maybe you were holding onto the brief moment of ease that had just transpired between you two, not wanting it to end. Either way, there wasn't an ounce of hesitation in you as you followed her out of the training room. She stopped briefly at one of the work tables, reaching into one of its many compartments and pulling an object out before again motioning for you to join her.

She lead you to an unfamiliar staircase; one that spiraled slightly and was lined with soft, white lights on the underside of each step. One of your hands trailed the length of the railing that followed the stair's path while the other continued to poke and prod at the bruise undoubtedly forming on your cheek.

"Stop touching it." She lightly chastised you, her eyes glancing at you over her shoulder right as she neared the top of the stairs. The teasing in her eyes contrasted slightly with the worry coating her words, but it was easy for you to interpret both as being lighthearted in nature.

"But it hurts."

"So, stop touching it."

A glass door slid open as the two of you approached the lone room sitting below the rest of the lab. It whirred gently as it opened, and it whirred gently as it closed behind you. Instantly, your eyes were roaming over what you would call her 'office' of sorts, taking in every detail it had to offer. While it wasn't that much different from the lab above you, it certainly held a more personal air.

Her lab was her element; the place where she worked as both scientist and queen, overseeing the projects the royal scientists had come up with or were assigned. But here, you had no doubt that this was where she could just be Shuri: a young scientist who could work without feeling as if every eye was watching her move and judging her work on whether or not it could prevent another attack on Wakanda.

The personal touches included the two, comfortable-looking armchairs, both of which sat in front of a matching black desk that had various tools spread on top of it. Not only were there tools but there were also a number of random items that humanized the surrounding space. There were a few rings that she quickly picked up and slid onto her fingers before flexing them.

There was a jacket thrown around the chair that sat behind the desk, and then there was another jacket on the cushion of one of the armchairs, seemingly forgotten about and replaced by the other. But every single item that one would deem 'messy' or 'out of place' was just the opposite: it was methodically placed.

While Shuri was a person who liked to have at least some sense of order, that usually meant more of a chaotic order. Each item was placed strategically and in a way that ensured Shuri remembered where it was; so even when you felt tempted to touch one of the objects, wanting to see what it was, you kept your hands to yourself.

Instead, you made yourself comfortable in one of the armchairs for whatever Shuri was getting ready to do. Your hand raised, getting ready to once again skim over the swollen skin, but was quickly stopped by another gently grasping it. Your attention quickly snapped up to look at Shuri, your sheepish look in response to her look of reprimand. The corners of her lips lifted into a small smile at the confusion on your face.

"It's just an ice pack. To help with the swelling."

She spoke as a doctor would speak to their patient before sticking a needle into them, and in response, you scowled slightly. Instead of giving her another chance to be a smartass, you took the ice pack from her before pressing it to your cheek. The flinch that went through your body was a result of the startling cold-

A cold, limp hand pressed against your cheek. Your hoarse and pain-filled voice calling for her to just wake up, that you love and need her-

The flashback made your heart race slightly, and your fingers closed tighter around the gel ice pack. The cold stung your fingers slightly, but it worked at keeping you grounded and distracted from the reminder of the eerie feeling. But while it kept the flashbacks away for the time being, it didn't stop your mind from dwelling on the concept of the nightmare that you had been running away from since waking up in the middle of the night.

Would there ever be an appropriate time for you to tell Shuri about it? Would you ever consider telling her in the first place? It wasn't the fear of being judged by her for having a nightmare- after all, it hadn't been that long ago when she had laid beside you in your bed, seeking comfort for a nightmare she'd had; a comfort that you had been all too willing and ready to give.

Was it right to expect that same comfort from Shuri? Was it appropriate to long for the feeling of her arms around you, tight enough to pull you together when you felt the opposite, gentle enough to remind you that you were safe in her embrace-

"You're not even holding the pack in the right place. Here-"

The sudden, but feathery light touch you suddenly felt under your chin was effective in bringing you out of your own head and into the current moment, only for said moment to make your heart clench.

While in your thoughts, Shuri had at some point taken a step closer until she stood right in front of your seated figure. She had bent slightly at the knees to sit on the edge of her desk, though the upper part of her body leaned towards you. Her eyes were hooded with furrowed eyebrows, worry slightly twisting her facial features, but they were focused on you. And her hands…the hands that had felt cold and had only signified death and agony in your nightmare were warm as one rested on top of your hand with the gel ice pack, the other gently landing under your chin and tilting your face up.

The reassurance in her gaze almost…almost made the words that were stuck in your throat spring forth. Her touch alone sent a shiver down your spine, but not of nervousness or caution. The only thing you could feel was a warmth that quickly turned to fire that spread across your skin as her thumb rubbed against your cheek.

You couldn't question her touch because it felt so right. It felt natural, as did the feeling spearing you right through your chest.

"What are you thinking about?"

While her words were genuine in their worry, she made sure to insert a tone of lightness into them, presumably in an attempt to ease you into answering her question. It had its desired effect, though not entirely. While the words were right there, just on the tip of your tongue, you found it difficult to actually speak them into the space between the two of you. Telling her about your nightmare and possibly the feelings it evoked would without a doubt change something between you two; you were just too nervous to think about the different ways you two could change.

While you worked up the courage to tell her the truth, she took your silence as apprehension. You could feel it in the way her hands began retreating and the look of disappointment mixed with understanding that softened her features.

"Of course, you don't have to tell me. You spaced out a bit, had me a little worried-"

"I had a nightmare."

You shook your head at the feebleness in your voice, your eyebrows furrowing and a slightly irritated sigh leaving your mouth. Despite your movements, Shuri's hand didn't move…not that you wanted it to. If anything, your words made her grip tighten slightly where it gently grabbed your chin. Her eyebrows furrowed more and her mouth opened, but you continued before she could speak.

"I had a nightmare, and it involved you. Or what happened last night. But I'm fine."

There was a flicker of something in her eyes before they returned to their attentiveness, her head nodding for you to continue. She shifted, quickly pushing off of the desk and stepping closer so that her arms weren't stretched awkwardly between the two of you. You left your hand where it was, knowing that should you drop it, you'd only end up fidgeting. Besides, you didn't mind having the warmth of her hand seep into yours on top of the ice pack.

"Well, you may be fine, but I'd still like to hear what happened." 

More like she was pleading for you to tell her what had happened. Shuri was under the impression that hearing the exact details of what had happened in your dream could open up a dialogue between the two of you- one that had the potential to fix things between the two of you while also improving them. She wasn't expecting for you to say the words you had unknowingly confessed to her the night before, but she'd allow herself to hope for something that alluded to your true feelings.

But the more she watched you, the more apparent it became that she'd have to reassure you more if she wanted to hear anything remotely close to those words.

"You remember when you were there for me when I had that nightmare?" She spoke softly, her thumb not stopping its motions against your skin, "You were there for me when I needed someone. Let me be here for you. I want to listen."

Her words were coated with sincerity and a passion that clouded your mind in all of the right ways. It effectively chipped away at your apprehension until, finally, you were letting out a soft sigh and speaking.

"You were hurt. You were hurt, Shuri, and there was nothing I could do about it." Speaking about it made the flashbacks even more vivid, but Shuri's presence and touch made it slightly easier to confront. The deep breath you took was an attempt to keep your voice steady as you continued, focusing on the warmth from her fingers that rested against your skin.

"I could only sit there and ask you to hang on- I mean, what else could I do? I asked, begged, you to hang on and not leave me, but in the end, you-"

A quick breath cut off your words, though it not only came from your mouth but from Shuri's as well. The sound had you opening your eyes, and they instantly connected with hers. If her troubled eyes were anything to go by, she could feel the remnants of fear still radiating off your body; but something else in them admittedly made you pause. While there was the expected sympathy and worry, there was also what you could only describe as a sense of understanding that you two could share.

It didn't make it any easier to finish your sentence, your words practically bordering on a whisper.

"I couldn't save you, no matter how hard I tried or how much I wanted to. I was so…scared. And it didn't matter how badly I wanted to wake up, all I could see was you laying there. The only thing that could wake me up was-"

-The realization that the hand holding yours feels…too real. The hand stroking your cheek is too warm to be a figment of your imagination. 

And now it was the realization that the hand holding yours felt exactly the same, as did the hand holding your chin and stroking your cheek. It almost made you pull away out of surprise, but the firm grip she had on you, both physically and emotionally, stopped you. Instead, you could only look up at her, lips parted as words you'd been holding in all night made themselves known.

"The only thing that could wake me up was the reminder that you were still alive and okay. But then it just made me think about what would have happened if you weren't here- do you know what I would do, Shuri?"

Without thinking, your other hand raised, latching onto her wrist and squeezing it slightly. You wanted her to hear you, not just listen. You wanted your words to reach every logical part of her brain until they were seared into it because you meant them with every fiber of your being. There was the smallest hint of anger behind your words, but it masked itself as passion.

"I would not know what to do with myself. I wouldn't be able to stay here in Wakanda, because everywhere I look, you're there. I'd be miserable at school because everywhere I look, you're there. It's you, Shuri.

"Do you know what went through my mind watching you run right towards that bomb- when it went off and I didn't know if you were fine or not? I almost lost it right then and there. And I know you're going to say that you're the Black Panther and that you have to do what you have to do, but my god, I was so angry at you. I kind of still am." A humorless laugh fell from your lips as your head shook, and it made a sheepish smile appear on Shuri's face.

"But I understand why you did it." And it was true; you did understand. It took you a few hours of thinking about it, but you eventually understood that not only was it her duty as Wakanda's protector to do exactly that, protect, but it was who she was as a person. You remembered the love and adoration in her eyes as she watched her people gather and celebrate at the festival, and it wasn't hard to guess that she'd do anything to ensure their safety.

"It scares me…but I understand."

You tried giving her a small smile, but it came across more as a grimace than anything. But it only faded as Shuri froze at your words, her eyebrows furrowing more if it were even possible. At her silence, your mind immediately began to backtrack. You hadn't said the three words that continued gaining momentum the longer you were around her, but you had alluded to the effect she had on you. How her safety was constantly a source of your anger, passion, and fear.

But her silence made you second guess whether it had been right to reveal these feelings. The silence was filled with tension, and it only continued to grow as her eyes flitted around your face, something indistinguishable in them. Her hold on remained, even when you begin to pull away slightly, your eyes leaving her face and desperately looking for something else to focus on.

Maybe it was time for damage control, the very last thing you wanted to do in this conversation; but when the only sounds in the room were that of your breathing and hers, it only felt right. You'd deal with the hurt that would undoubtedly wash over you later.

"Uh, but yeah, that's it. I understand. T-that's all I had to say. And honestly? I'm feeling like I shouldn't have said anything in the first place." Or even follow her into her office.

But you had followed her into her office, and you had told her at least a sliver of your true thoughts, and so far, you were only receiving silence in return. Silence had the ability to hold a multitude of feelings and thoughts, each one as unknown as the one before; being on the other side of a silence created by someone else was not a good feeling, so it was no surprise when your fight or flight kicked in almost instantly.

Shuri took a step back as you suddenly stood, both of her hands dropping from how quickly you moved. It was unclear whether her actions stemmed from her still being in a state of surprise, or if she thought it best to disconnect them from your skin; it didn't matter, because you were too busy planning your escape to spare a thought about it.

"I think I'm gonna go back to training. Yeah."

"No, wait- I'm sorry, I just don't-"

You reached around her and placed the ice pack on her desk, all the while refraining from meeting her eyes once again. As you reached for your collapsed staff that she had placed on the desk, her hand shot out, gently latching onto your wrist. It only prompted you to raise your other hand, going to uncurl her fingers from where they held you.

"It's fine, Shuri. I shouldn't have said anything- you got more important things to worry about than a damn nightmare, and my…and my fuckin' feelings-"

"Your feelings are important, Y/N, I want to hear them-”

"-I should probably just go back to training- in fact, that's exactly what Imma do-"

You were finally able to uncurl her fingers, though they offered little to no resistance against you. However, one second, she was letting go of your wrist, and the next, her hands were gently cradling your face between them. She moved with the speed that only someone who had taken the heart-shaped herb could possess, and before you could even take another breath tinged with surprise and nerves, she was pulling you forward.

The surge of electricity you usually felt with her touch was absolutely nothing compared to the feeling of her lips pressing against yours. There were no words to describe it. You could only bask in the feeling and the realization that Shuri could control your body with just her touch alone.

Her body pressed against yours, effectively trapping you against her desk, yet it didn't stop her from stepping more into your space. When you stumbled back into her desk she only followed, forcing you to sit on the very edge of it; and when that still wasn't close enough for her, she snaked a hand around the back of your neck and pulled you closer. She was a line of heat against you, and once your shock wore off, you reveled in it.

You reveled in the feeling of her lips hesitantly moving against yours; firm enough to get her sincerity and affection across, but hesitant enough to show you that just maybe she was as nervous about this as you were. But almost ironically, once you felt her lips against yours, the nerves you'd had dissipated. You both came to the realization that the other wanted this just as badly, and that was all you needed for the kiss to grow desperate.

It wasn't the softest kiss. Your noses knocked into each other's and your teeth lightly scraped each other's lip occasionally, but the passion was there. Your hands alternated between pulling her closer by her shirt and snaking around her body to press it closer to yours, trying your hardest to connect with hers at any point you could reach. The feeling of her hips pushing into yours elicited an almost sinful moan to leave your mouth, the sound enough to send a shiver down Shuri’s spine that you could feel. 

The feelings that you had been afraid to confess verbally were now confessing themselves upon Shuri's lips, and you had no quarrels with it.

The same could be said for Shuri, yet no matter how close she pulled you, it still wasn't close enough. Not for her. Not when she had faced the very real possibility of losing you only the night before. She was desperate to show you the feelings that she had already admitted to herself, and the feelings that were sure to grow as she willingly spent an indefinite amount of time by your side as she planned.

A hoarse groan sounded in the base of her throat as she frantically lowered her hands to your waist, all the while, keeping her lips on yours. You felt them the second they moved, but just as you were about to push off of the desk to press against her, she effortlessly hoisted you further onto the desk. The soft gasp that escaped you gave her the perfect opportunity to slip her tongue past your parted lips, and the moan that resonated from you would've been embarrassing had your mind not been completely consumed by her touch.

Her answering groan gave you the confidence to raise a hand and grab at the button-down she wore, using the fabric to pull her closer and right into the open space between your legs. Her hands left a blazing trail of heat, starting from your waist to the shape of your hips, and landing on the thickest part of your thighs before squeezing. The action threatened the last bit of sanity you were holding onto.

She tasted of something completely different from her signature scent, but it was all the more alluring. You wanted to inhale every breath she offered, breathing it into your lungs as if it gave you life itself, but the closest thing you could get to it was letting your tongue explore the softness of her mouth..though the action greatly threatened to snap the band of restraint holding Shuri back. 

Bast, if she could, she’d swipe all of the contents off of her desk and lay you down on top of it. She’d take every repressed feeling of hers and show exactly how desperate they had made her for the feeling of you against her. She wanted you in every way possible- romantic, lustful, genuinely, and wholeheartedly. But…but she had been waiting for this moment. She could wait for that moment…

It’d be hard as hell to wait, but she would.

You had been waiting for this moment since your feelings had begun to bud for her. You were perfectly content staying in the little bubble that had enveloped the two of you; at this moment, the two of you weren't looking for cultists who worshiped Shuri but despised you for simply being connected to her.

The two of you weren't in Wakanda's royal palace, let alone Wakanda, because it was the safest place for you; you two were there to enjoy each others' company in any way that you would see fit.

You'd happily spend every last breath you had in the moment, and as much was obvious at your noise of protest as she pulled away only slightly to lean her forehead against yours. You panted against her skin, your breath fanning across the planes of her face as you worked on catching it. It made you grin to see that your touch caused her to have a similar reaction, and at the sight of it, her slightly swollen lips lifted into a grin. Her breath puffed slightly against your skin as she spoke, her words whispered but fierce, nonetheless. Your name left her lips as a gasp.

"I only saw you. I only saw you in danger- that's why I did what I did. Wakanda has multiple armies that can protect it; you have me, and I plan on doing anything I need to in order to keep you safe."

Her eyes were half-lidded as they regarded you, and yours were the same. Your breathing mingled with hers in the limited amount of space between you, and as her tongue darted out to lick her lips, you found yourself wanting to surge forward to connect them once again. You had a feeling that you'd never get tired of the taste and feel of her against you, and you'd never get enough. Her words only strengthened that desire within you.

"I protect Wakanda as her Queen and the Black Panther. But I protect you as one would protect the person who holds their heart."

If you were standing, her words would have surely made your knees go weak. Your eyes widened, and your lips parted slightly in a gasp.

Her words coated every nerve ending in your body, alighting each of them on fire that warmed you from the inside out. They were better than what you had dreamed of her saying and in more ways than one.

"Shuri…" In any other circumstance, and in front of anyone else, you would have been embarrassed about the breathlessness in your voice; but you couldn't find it in yourself to care how you sounded.

"It isn't worth it…" She started to pull back at your words, her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes questioning, but you didn't let her get far. Instead, you tightened your hold on the fabric of her shirt while leaning forward, your forehead meeting taking its place against hers once again.

"It isn't worth it when you're putting yourself in that much danger. I could be safe, but if you aren't here beside me, it isn't worth it. I think you underestimate how much I-…How much I care about you and your safety, Shuri."

For the second time, something flashed across her eyes. You could chalk it up to her being just as affected by your touch as you were by hers, but there was something almost knowing about it. There was the smallest part of your mind that entertained the thought that maybe she had an idea of what you really wanted to say, but you had gotten this far with her. You didn't want to say anything to ruin something that had gone well between the two of you.

"Usana, your safety will always be worth it to me. Always. There's nothing you can change about that." At the slightest indication that you were about to argue, she quickly continued, squeezing your thighs again as a way to stop your words.

"But maybe we can come to…I don't know, an agreement of some kind?" Her small laugh made your own grin appear despite the seriousness of the topic you two were currently discussing.

"An agreement? Like we're trading goods and services?" Her chuckle was a little louder this time as her head shook in response to your teaching.

She pulled back, her eyes looking down at you while she blindly reached for the ice pack you had set down. Once her hand closed around it, she raised it, pressing it to your cheekbone. The look on her face had turned teasing as she slid her free hand higher up your thigh, making your breath hitch. The sight of her grin growing made your breath hitch, and you didn't bother hiding it. You definitely couldn't hide the way your thighs went to close only to be stopped by her body. There was no point; there was next to nothing you could hide from her.

"Alright, alright. An agreement as in I'll try to be more careful and I'll try to stop running towards live bombs if you promise to put your safety first when I'm not there."

"Mm…I can agree to those terms. But I should let you know, the second you run towards another bomb, Imma be right there behind you." The smile that took over her face was fucking blinding, and it was a sight that you had been longing to see since the night of the festival. You knew the hitch in your breathing didn't go unnoticed, but you didn't care one bit; you were too focused on the way her head slightly tilted back, her laugh echoing through her office.

"No, I don't think so-"

"Oh, Imma be there. A lot slower and a lot clumsier, but still. You're not getting rid of me anytime soon."

While the smile remained on her face, the corners of it softened slightly as she lowered her head. The sensation of her forehead against yours was quickly becoming familiar in every sense of the word. How long would you be able to go without the sensation if she had to leave?

It didn't help in the slightest when her eyes closed, her nose bumping against yours and her lips grazing yours slightly as she spoke.

"I wouldn't dream of it, usana."

*********

Irony could be used to both ruin and improve one's day and existence, and it seemed that the universe had taken a break from showing you the former use. At least for the time being. But you'd take every second of peace and affection you could get, especially when it came to Shuri's presence.

It didn't matter if that peace was being threatened with the arrival of Okoye and Eza, for their arrival signified that it was time to discuss and theorize more about the events of last night and the events that had led up to it all. But as cheesy as it sounded, as long as Shuri was there, it'd make it a little easier to get through it all. Especially if she was set on standing so close to you that you could feel her body heat seeping into the side of your clothing.

The air surrounding the two of you had drastically changed, and for two incredibly observant and intelligent women like Eza and Okoye, it was easy to guess why. To be completely honest, they had felt the change as soon as they had stepped into the lab, and it surely helped when the two of you had sprung apart, your eyes wide and your breathing slightly heavier than normal as they entered. Your hand had raised, landing on your lips that still tingled from the multiple kisses Shuri had placed on them only seconds before they walked in, and your eyes had averted away from them and to Shuri, who only sported a small, knowing smile. There had been a glimmer in her eye, one of mischief and confidence as she looked back at you, closing the gap that you had instinctually put between the two of you.

And she had yet to move from that spot since then, even as you all delved into a conversation that was inevitable and more than a little nerve-wracking. The constant brushing of her arm against yours was a little reminder of her presence. "Every single person we apprehended had the same symbol as Ose Iraba…and every single one of them refuses to say anything about where they meet, who their leader is, where they operate out of," The frustration is clear and unwavering in Okoye's voice. One of her hands wave around, her motions agitated and matching the tone of her words, "They live their life with the sole purpose of making sure their… 'religion' is not exposed in any way."

"They don't want their religion exposed, yet they're planning attacks on villages and killing innocent civilians?"

Your voice is incredulous, showcasing the disbelief as clear as day for the rest of them to hear. It doesn't make sense to you.

For a cult that valued secrecy, they sure were hellbent on making sure they were known, albeit, infamously. It only made you question exactly how far they were willing to go to achieve their final goal; the one that involved them forcing their religion and their beliefs on every willing and unwilling person alike.

If they truly thought that they could accomplish their mission in a country as fortified and armed as Wakanda, they were truly delusional and dangerous beyond all logic.

"Their actions aren't exactly sensible, we've seen that. They seem to be grasping at straws and doing whatever they can to forcibly recruit followers while also having enough sense to place the blame on Salvation of Order. The problem that we now have is they know we're onto them."

"Okoye's right. If they didn't know after we apprehended Iraba, then they'll definitely know now. We've got about a dozen of them in cells- word is undoubtedly spreading amongst them."

You had the resist the strong urge to punch the air at yet another damn obstacle popping up and you were willing to bet that it wouldn't be the last. Your suspicions were only confirmed when a thought popped into your mind, your eyes widening slightly at the ramifications of it.

"And if they know we're onto them, they'll want to hurry up and complete their plan…that we don't know a damn thing about."

There was a collective sigh of disappointment and frustration that swept through the lab at your words; it was so disheartening that you immediately felt the need to apologize, even though you had spoken the truth. Eza sat heavily on a stool, one of her hands raising to rub at her forehead as she grimaced slightly.

"I can keep trying with those we apprehended, but it isn't looking good." She started, shrugging lightly and looking between the three of you. "What I've gathered so far is that they love talking about the importance of their mission, but never what makes it important. Of course, we know that they want to convert the world to their religion, starting with Wakanda, but there's something we're missing. They have a final plan, that much is clear. But they're damn good at hiding any details to it."

"Even then, someone's had to have heard something. There's always a big mouth in a group, even a cult. If we just found someone who's had interactions with the cult then we could-"

A silence descended over the lab as you paused, your eyebrows furrowing momentarily. Your thoughts were running on nothing but desperation for a solution of some kind, and as much was evident in the outlandish, yet possible, solution that started to form.

You met all of their gazes, your expression blank as you came up with questions and answered them yourself before proposing them to the rest of the group. It was worth a shot…right? There was only one way to find out. But there were still a lot of questions and logistics you couldn't figure out. There were even more risks, and those were just the ones you could think about. Okoye would undoubtedly have more, as the plan would involve a level of strategy and skill that you did not possess.

The sound of your name being spoken softly broke you out of your reverie, your eyes immediately looking over at Shuri. You couldn't recall if she had been the one to call you or not, but judging by the slightly worried look on her face, she had noticed your state of distraction.

"What about Nondri?"

At their various levels of confusion being directed towards you, a deep sigh left your mouth. You straightened, bracing yourself for the reactions you would receive before telling them of the plan that had spontaneously popped up in your mind.

Nondri was the only person you all had access to who'd had multiple conversations with a member of the cult; given, they were against her will, unfortunately, and were usually filled with threats and directives…but she'd had more conversations with them than you all had. She had more of a chance of finding something out than any of you, simply because of her circumstances.

What you proposed involved…well, it was essentially sending Nondri undercover. She would use her means of communication to reach out to someone under the guise of wanting to finally join the cult. It wasn't as far-fetched as you thought it to be, especially since she had been threatened numerous times by the cult; to anyone, it made sense that she'd want to join the cult in order to keep her and her family safe.

The implications of your idea seemed to dawn on all of them at the same time, yet they had different reactions.

Eza's head tilted, her eyebrows furrowing in contemplation. It was clear that she was pondering the possibilities of the plan you were proposing…but less could be said for Okoye.

"You want to send a civilian into the field to infiltrate an incredibly dangerous and unstable cult?"

There was an unsurprising amount of exasperation and disbelief in her voice, but admittedly, the intensity behind the two emotions made you falter just slightly. Maybe you underestimated just how desperate you all were. Or maybe you overestimated just how logical this plan was.

"Well, when you put it like that-"

"Not only that, but it's the same cult that has threatened her and her family? The same cult that has threatened you? Threatened Shuri?"

To those who didn't know Okoye in the slightest, it would be easy to guess that her reaction stemmed from the tactical errors that surely riddled your plan; after all, you were no tactical mastermind or a General like her; but you knew the real reason behind her reaction.

You were smart enough to notice and acknowledge the risk factor that came with the plan, but your thoughts and opinions were only filtered through your mind- one that had nowhere near the level of education or skill level of Okoye's. She possessed the mind of a General in every sense of the word, which meant her mind was undoubtedly running through every risk and every consequence she could possibly think of. And if they were causing her to react this strongly, then just maybe you should've kept your thoughts to yourself.

"Okoye, I get that, but how else can we get answers? I don't know a lot about Wakanda, but I know that you all aren't too keen on torturing the answer out of any of the cult members. The quickest way we can get those answers is being on the inside of their operation- and the only person who has any chance of doing that is Nondri."

A quick glance showed that while Shuri hadn't said anything yet, her eyebrows were furrowed as she presumably thought of the ramifications of the plan. Yes, it was a wild one…but if there was one thing you knew for a fact, it was that Shuri could be just as reckless and impulsive as the plan was. You had seen it firsthand, and you were sure that there had been other instances…but you'd appreciate it greatly if she spoke up at any time.

"That is your problem- there is no 'quick' way to go about this, Y/N." Okoye straightened, stepping in the center of the room and towards you. Despite the intensity in her tone, her eyes told a different story; one that was rather easy to interpret.

"Sending her in could result in her being taken and killed if they find out her true motive. Sending her in could result in them torturing her for information that she's found out while staying behind these palace walls. This is not one of your little American spy movies where we send Nondri in and she just barely gets out with all of the answers to our problems. This is real life-"

"Okoye, konele."

The sternness in Shuri's voice didn't go unnoticed; it couldn't. Where her voice was usually light and easygoing, even when discussing the overall problem you all dealt with, it now took on that tone that only a ruler could pull off. Heavy with a warning, but light enough not to be seen as cruel or ruthless; it fit her perfectly.

If you weren't so busy admitting to yourself how much Okoye had just picked apart the plan without even trying to pick it apart, you would have acknowledged the shiver that went down your spine at hearing it fall from her lips. How is it that even after giving in to a small portion of those desires it became harder for you to hide how attracted you were to her? If anything, you'd thought it'd be easier to hide, mainly because there was nothing else to hide.

You were oh, so incredibly wrong, but that could be contemplated at a later time. For now, you'd just focus on the debate that was sure to begin between the Queen and the General- two of the most hardheaded and stubborn people you knew, especially when it came to the safety of their beloved country.

"A lot of things could go wrong, but the same could be said for any plan we come up with- and as of right now, this is the only plan we have."

"This is barely a plan, Shuri-"

"It's the closest thing we've got to one, Okoye-"

The two women were too engaged in their own debate to notice the newcomer standing at the entrance of the lab, her hands fidgeting with the palace-appointed clothing that was given to her. Her eyes looked between the four of you, something indistinguishable in them that matched the downturned expression of her mouth.

Somehow, you knew exactly what was about to leave her mouth before she said it, but it still surprised you nonetheless.

"I'll do it."

Nondri had spoken barely above a whisper, but the weight her words held was enough to pause the scene she had walked in on. Shuri and Okoye's words halted, both of their surprised expressions quickly turning to the woman as she stepped more into the lab.

Her shoulders were slightly hunched, presumably weighed down with what her words would mean for her now that she had said them aloud.

"I'll do it. I'll…I'll go undercover for you."

The silence grew after her words, allowing all of you to picture what would happen now that you all were one step closer to having a plan; one that could potentially get you closer to a resolution for this mess.

Surprisingly, Eza was the first to talk as she approached Nondri, her voice gentle but unwavering as she spoke.

"Nondri…do you know what you're agreeing to right now? You'll be sent undercover, sent to infiltrate a group of people we know next to nothing about, except for the fact that they’re incredibly unstable and ruthless. Do you understand that?"

You couldn't tell whether Eza's words were meant to intimidate or inform Nondri, though you were willing to bet that they did both. If the look of pure apprehension and barely concealed fear on her face was anything to go by, Eza's words had done both…yet she still nodded, attempting to straighten her spine.

"I know. And I still want to do it. If… this gets you all one step closer to taking them down, then I'll do whatever I can to help. I'm tired of just sitting here in fear- I want to help."

As she spoke, her words slowly gained confidence. There was still the slightest bit of fear lacing them, but that was understandable; she was willingly putting herself in a position where so much could go wrong at any time.

Silence settled over the room, filled with unease and anxiety that was palpable for every person in the room. But along with that anxiety was a sense of…determination. It was slightly different from before when you all had first captured Ose Iraba…no, this was a determination that was tinged with a bit of hope.

But none of you dared to hope too much. Not when so much was on the line.

The silence was broken as Shuri sighed, nodding and looking between you and the other three women.

"I have an idea…but I should alert the council of what we've found. They've undoubtedly heard about what happened last night, and they're undoubtedly waiting for an explanation."

A sound leaves Okoye's mouth, close to a laugh that lacks its humor. One of her hands is thrown up in exasperation as she approaches Shuri, her eyebrows raised and knowing.

"You want to tell the Council that we're letting someone they recently thought a domestic terrorist help us in this mission? Someone who's been behind these palace walls? They'll never stand for it."

Instead of answering immediately, Shuri turned to face Okoye, her eyebrows furrowed. Her eyes hold an inquisitive look, but it only turned into one of finality. She nodded once in reply before speaking.

"They don't have to like it; they just have to agree to it."

***

konele : enough

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A/N: the kiss- THE KISS

Loved writing this scene, I’ve been waiting to write it, and I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Y’all know how close I was to letting it go past just kissing? To let Shuri do exactly what she wanted to and swipe all that shit off of her DESK IN HER OFFICE-

Chile I had to stop myself. Mainly because I already plan on one of the future chapters having smut in it...but I want it to be a big thing y’know (absolutely no pun intended). It’s supposed to happen after [REDACTED] because it just makes it more special, ESPEcially because [REDACTED], you know?? So, it’ll happen- just not now! <3 BUT ANYWAY! I hope y’alls’s weekends went well and I hope your week goes well!

Stay safe, y’all! 

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[ichorai]

mishipeshu ; namor.

read part one ; amor.

pairing ; namor x mutant!gn!reader

synopsis ; one rotten fruit does not mean the entire grove is to be thrown away.

words ; 2.0k

themes ; angst, fluff, mutant au, married au

warnings / includes ; black panther: wakanda forever spoilers, more or less a sequel to this fic, reader is a mutant and can transform into a creature known as the mishipeshu, mentions of colonizers and mutant bigotry, descriptions of blood and injuries

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Pain was not a feeling you were unfamiliar with. 

Your entire life, pain followed just behind you like a dark, stormy cloud hanging over your head. It was there when you left Talokan for the surface-world. It was there when the humans turned against you once they found out you were a mutant. It was there when Namor found you amongst them.

And for a short period of time, Namor acted as a barrier to the constant pain—a salve to your wounds. With him, you had duped yourself into thinking that the pain was gone. 

Now, as you stared him down with wide eyes and a clenched jaw, you realized just how foolish you’d been.

“You want to attack Wakanda…” you said, deathly calm, “because they won’t fight your war with the surface world?”

Narrowing his eyes, Namor stepped closer to you. The vibranium-tipped spear clutched in his fist glinted menacingly—you were lucky to have caught him just before his strike on Wakanda. “They killed our people.”

“In self defense!” you retaliated, throwing your arms up. “You were going to kill the girl! She is a kid!”

“I knew it,” your husband sneered. “I knew you still cared for the land-dwellers. After all they’ve done to you!”

There it was. Pain flared within your chest, crawling through the crevices of your ribcage and winding taut. The deep scars that ran down your abdomen and legs never went away, not after all this time—not even with your mutant powers. They were a reminder of their hatred. Of why you left with Namor and came back to Talokan.

“One rotten fruit does not mean the entire grove is to be thrown away, mi amor,” you whispered. Tears pricked the corner of your vision, and you swallowed the heavy lump in your throat. Head held high, you swam over to him, closing the short distance between the two of you. You placed a hand on his chest, just above where his heart laid. “Do not do this. You spared me when we first met—you showed me mercy. Do not tell me the person I fell in love with is gone.”

Conflict warred within his dark irises. This was tearing him apart, you could see it as clear as day. He gazed upon you with part frustration, and part longing. 

For you, only for you, did he take a second to reconsider. 

After a lengthy pause, he spoke again. “If I do not stop them now… we will never be safe from them.”

It seemed that his mind was made. 

“Is this what you want to be?” you spat out, stumbling away from him. “A king that rules through fear? The almighty K’uk’ulkan?” The last word was practically dripping with venomous animosity. 

“I love my people,” hissed Namor. It seemed like he wanted to get closer, but he stopped when you only drew yourself further away. “I love… I love you, mi vida.”

Scoffing, you shook your head. “Perhaps you do. But not more than your hatred for the surface-dwellers.”

The stagnant silence that stretched between the two of you was thick, bordering on torturous. Your husband could only helplessly stare at you. 

“I’m not going to let you attack an entire nation for protecting themselves.” Your words shattered the fragile quiet, like a hammer through glass. Namor’s eyes hardened. The fingers on his spear flexed.

“You can’t stop me,” he warned, uncharacteristically soft.

“I can die trying,” you replied, determined. 

Without having to vocalize it, you knew he was pleading with you to stand down. He tilted his head, regarding you with a wounded expression of betrayal. “You would die for them?”

“No, amor. I would die for you.” Locking your jaw, you rolled your shoulders and morphed into your mutant form—a Mishipeshu, as the land-dwellers called you.

And with that, you lunged. 

You dove at him with unsheathed claws, catching him by surprise and raking your talons down his face with a snarl. Despite his initial shock, he recovered quickly, effortlessly dodging your second strike, grabbing the dagger-like ridges on your spine, and yanking you back out of his way. 

“I will not fight you!” your husband roared. There were deep, jagged gashes running down the side of his face from where you scratched him, steadily leaking dark ichor and dissipating out into the ocean water. It broke your heart to see one of his pointed ears bleeding profusely—it seemed one of your claws had torn clean through half of the cartilage. 

His words fell upon deaf ears.

You swooped downward, sharp fangs sinking into the meat of his shin until you heard a sick crack of his bones cave in with the pressure, and you jerked back, trying to put as much distance between him and the shore as you could. An ear-splitting bellow erupted from his lungs at the pain, but you didn’t let go, only clamping down harder. The bitter taste of his blood hitting your tongue nearly made you gag with revulsion. Your spiked tail, thick and lined with scales the color of fire, was quick to come around and wrap tightly over Namor’s neck as you swam as quickly as you could.

Deep down, you knew there was no way you could hold him off, but you couldn’t ever live with yourself if you at least didn’t try to stop him. The Mishipeshu was more than twice his size, sure, but Namor had the strength of a thousand Talokan fighters combined. 

Sudden pain erupted through your front paw and a caterwaul of fury echoed from your lungs upon seeing his vibranium spear sticking out of webbed foot. Namor grabbed your tail, now limp around his throat, and shoved you away once more, ripping the staff out of your flesh.

“DON’T!” he ordered when you growled, preparing to jump at him once again. The wounds you’d inflicted on his shin and the broken bone made him swim with a minor limp, though you knew that must’ve hurt more than words could describe. “I’ve cut your tail off before—don’t make me do it again.”

It seemed all the commotion alerted the rest of the Talokan warriors nearby and they were by his side in an instant. They pointed their vibranium-arrowed staffs at you, fanning out around your husband. 

Namor studied you for a minute longer, noticing the genuine fear flicker behind the amber eyes of your Mishipeshu form. Slowly, you morphed back to your Talokan form—a clear sign of surrender. 

“I love you, mi amor,” you said to him with a trembling voice, despite the dozens of warriors and spears between you. “Never forget that.”

Swiftly, you turned and swam away. Away from Talokan, away from the war, away from him. You left a trail of blood in your wake, seeping from the gaping hole in your foot. 

“Stop,” Namor barked at the Talokan as they began advancing after you. “Let them go.” They halted immediately. There was a war to win—and he’d fight it with or without you. 

His own words rang in his head.

Let them go.

He found you on the warm beaches of Angola.

It’d been a year since you left Talokan.

He watched you from the ocean as you walked along the shore, stopping every so often to pick up small sea shells. It was a good thing it was nighttime, or else you would’ve seen him lurking amongst the clear waters. 

Perhaps a year ago, he would’ve stormed right up to you, wrapped his arms around you in a way that seemed almost foreign to him now, kissed you until the sun rose once more.

But he was a changed man now. 

He spent an entire year searching—and he knew better than to scare you away like that.

So he waited. 

A couple hours later, the early morning stained the sky with a tangerine haze, and you stepped out of your small beach-side hut in a matching orange tank-top. Around your neck were the seashells you collected the day prior, clacking against your sternum with each step as you made your way back to the shore. There was a figure among the horizon, and initially, you had just assumed it was an ambitious surfer, or a deep-sea diver of some sorts. 

But as the figure grew closer, you began to recognize the dark silhouette. After all—you fell asleep beside the very same body every night for years. 

When your husband emerged from the waters, you stood your ground, staring him down as he strode towards you. Droplets of water meandered down his tan skin, dripping down onto the fine golden sand. The vibranium jewelry he wore shone beneath the daylight, unchanged from when you last saw him.

You noted, with particular interest, that he wasn’t carrying a weapon.

“Took you a while to find me,” you said, so quietly that your words were nearly lost to the whispering wind. 

He studied you silently, dark eyes roaming over you, soaking you in. You’d changed quite a bit—hair cut significantly shorter than it used to be, a few more sun-kissed freckles spotting your skin, and a small tattoo etched into your bicep depicting a pointed ear. But you were still the same in many more ways; your eyes were wide, just like the way they always were when you were watching him, the small, faded scar on your jaw was still there, and you still had that gentle slope to your lips that Namor was never able to resist kissing.

Noticing his gaze directed at your tattoo, you shifted slightly so he could see it better.

“I had it tattooed so you’d always be with me, in a way,” you said, a hesitant smile gracing your lips. 

He stepped closer to you, still quiet.

“K’uk’ulkan—” you started, but he lifted a finger, effectively silencing you.

“Amor,” he croaked out, voice hoarse. “You call me amor.”

And then, he kissed you. It was nearly visceral, how he hooked his arm around your abdomen, and tucked his other hand against the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair as he leaned into you. His nose knocked into yours almost painfully, but neither of you minded. Both of your hands were splayed over his chest, digging your nails into his pectorals, brushing against his warm jewelry. You trembled against him, a scalding tear slipping down your cheek, mingling with the salt water still dripping down his hair. 

“I missed you… so much, mi vida,” he whispered once you parted ways, his forehead slanting over yours as he gazed at you with blatant affection. “I am so sorry—I was blind with hatred. And I didn’t want to listen to you because I thought backing down from a fight was weak. I didn’t know that living with that… that anger, and being merciful to your enemies is the strongest thing a leader can do. Shuri had every opportunity to end my life a year ago. She wanted to—I could see it in her eyes. But she didn’t. And for the longest time, I was left wondering why. I realized that if we succumbed to our hatred, we would be no better than the surface-colonizers. You were right, mi vida. I’m so sorry.”

“Oh, amor,” you uttered, breathless, snaking your arms over his neck and pressing your nose against the column of his throat as you embraced him, breathing in his scent. He smelled of sunlight, of coconuts, of salt. How you missed him. “I missed you, too. I love you so much.”

He grasped your chin between his pointer finger and thumb, lifting your face so he could meet your gaze. He kissed you again, softer this time, his septum piercing grazing your cheek.

“Come home,” he mumbled, gently stroking your jaw with the back of his fingers. “Come back to Talokan, Mishipeshu.”

You bowed your head, hiding a brilliant smile. “If you’ll have me, K’uk’ulkan.”

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[pinkwright]

i just know when you're drunk shuri's the sweetest girlfriend.

she has her arms around your waist as you excitedly ramble, humming along in interest to the words slipping out of your mouth, happy to hear you speak, even when the tales make no sense.

her hands are firm in their grip against your skin, pressing you into her because she knows how sly you are once you've got some liquor in you, n how it makes you prone to slipping away from her because suddenly everything interests you.

she has this fond little amused smile on her face when you get clingy n just start wrapping yourself around her, whining about how inconsiderate she is to keep herself such a wicked distance away from you; her cheeks heating up when you trail on n on about how much she means to you n how pretty she is w/ your dazed teary sparkly eyes on her face, melting at the shy giggles that escape her pretty lips.

she's just so protective in the softest way like you're hyper trying to slip everywhere, see everything n shes just hugging you against her, whispering sweet pet names; my love, baby, angel, princess, to you, accompanying them w/ even sweeter words, kissing your temple, cheekbones, forehead, just anywhere she can reach rlly n muttering to you, "behave for me, s'thandwa sam'."

speaking to you in the most gentle coo, lilted w/ a firmness that betrays her fierce protectiveness over you, pressing the words tenderly into your heated skin as you protest in indignation, too busy letting petulant complaints slip out your mouth that you're missing the hazy smile on her face as she places her chin on the top of your head drowning out your words to find solace in your steady thumping of your heartbeat.

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[sleepycreamcola]

Soft morning Namor drabble

He would do this shiiiiiiiitttttt 😭

“Good morning in yakunaj” Namor whispers in your ear. His fingers brush over your cheek and caress your neck. “How did you sleep?” He asks, kissing your cheek. “Perfectly,” you sigh. “Perfect.” He smiles.

Namor leans over you and starts to press tender kisses across your face. Soft, slow, full of love, admiration. Your forehead, nose, cheeks, lips, chin. Taking hold of your hand he presses those same tender kisses to each finger, your palm, wrist, up your arm. “What are you doing?” You giggle. Kissing your bicep, he looks up at you with those deep chocolate eyes. “I’m loving you.” He kisses your shoulder. “In reina, in yakunaj” Namor whispers into your skin.

In yakunaj - my love In reina - my queen

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[thegreatestsandwich]

I- I just lost my sanity after all of the fluffiness Namor fics you've written.... IT IS SO BEAUTIFUL *sobbing and crying in loneliness*

May I request another fluff Namor fics? If you don't mind, I would like to read how's the wedding going? And I rEALLY CURIOUS HOW NAMOR WOULD PROPOSE HER? Like did he nervous and blabbering? or with all seriousness on his face, he's going on straight proposing?

I'll leave the rest idea to you and I appreciate all of your works. Thankyou so much! Have a lovely day<3

My heart’s been borrowed, yours has been blue (Namor x f!reader)

Masterlist

Pairing: Namor x F!reader,

Word count: 580 words

Summary: Just three words...Would you marry me?

Warning: Never let Attuma know first

A/N: Okey look, the gif is not optimal quality, second can we just imagine and pretend that instead of Shuri is the reader? Cool, thanks

Coments, Reblogs and Asks are happily received! I love to read your lovely coments :)

You were confused and weirded out. For some estrange reason, everybody was congratulating you for your engagement. Kids were giving you flowers, a few women gave you advise for your first time as husband and wife, other women gave you advise on how to survive the ritual, men gave you pats on your shoulders and even your mother was tearing up when you came back home, sitting you and pacing in front of you as she was explaining how much hurt she had as she found out about your engagement from hearing it while she returned home.

What was happening?

After you tried to explain that you didn’t know what was happening and your mother not wanting to hear about it, plus she send you to your room. You decided to try and find Namor, perhaps he could explain what was happening. He must know.

You manage to escape from your room, and for some miracle you even went unnoticed from the others. You tried first his cave but discovered completely alone, then you tried his throne room but same, alone. You began to get annoyed.

Namora found you there, lying on the floor and with your eyes closed, she swam to you. “Tuláakal ma'alob in reina?” Everything alright, my queen?

“Ma’!” No! You stressed, sitting up and turning to her. “Le yóok'ol kaaba' in felicita yéetel ma' in wojel Ba'axten!” Everything is congratulating me and I don’t know why!

Namora hummed, offering her hand to help you stand up. You took it with a sigh. She didn’t let go of your hand and guide you to where Namor was. He was there, closer to the corals, where you used to poke at pufferfishes, where you gave him the first rock and the first stick, what started off your path together. Namora quickly nodded at you before swimming away.

“You need to explain.” Namor startled at your voice for a second, turning a around you and offering a nervous smile. “I do not know what is happening but everyone is acting weird.”

“In yaakunaj…” He began but you interrupted him.

“Everyone is saying things and you need to explain.” Your arms crossed over your chest. “What is going on?”

“In yaakunaj,” He tried again, taking your hands in his and letting out a tired sigh. “It was not supposed to go like this.”

“What are you talking about?”

He sighed again. “I was supposed to take you here first, I planned everything but I supposed the surprised is ruined.”

Namor quickly let go of your hands and swam to one of the corals, taking something in his hands before returning to you. “Remember the first stone you gave me?”

“Yes, you really hated it.” You frowned.

He couldn’t help but laugh. “I never hated it, I have it displayed in my home.” He grabbed your hand and open your fingers, leaving your palm there, he softly placed a rock in it. You definitely were confused. “It took me weeks to find a similar rock to that one.”

“Why?” You asked, looking at the colors and shine of it.

“That gift that you gave me made me realize that having you by my side is enough.”

You stared at him.

“You were always the one I have been waiting for my whole life.” He laughed, grabbing your hand and kissing it, not letting it fall from his lips. “Would you let me spend the rest of my life by your side?”

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[luvsellie]

— pairing shuri x fem!reader | wc 0.3k | note i haven't been able to get this out of my head so pls enjoy this long drabble <3

imagine waking up next to shuri. the bright sun cutting through the large glass windows in her bedroom, her face the first thing you see when you squint against the blinding light. and as your eyes begin to adjust you come to notice her lips slightly parted, her soft breathing filling the air.

you think she looks…peaceful. angelic. she has one arm draped along the dip of your waist, holding your body against hers. even in her sleep she can't keep her hands off of you. entranced in the spell that is just she, you watch her silently, raising your free hand—the one not folded underneath the pillow—and skimming the backs of your fingers over her exposed temple, brushing away a stray curl that's fallen over her brow. she stirs then, humming tiredly as she does.

shuri reluctantly opens her eyes, but her frown quickly grows into a soft smile identical to yours when her gaze locks with your own. she takes a moment to pull your body a little closer, muttering out "good morning, my love," and pressing a firm kiss to your cheek. as you run a hand up her side, she notices the bare swell of your cleavage; memories from the previous night begin to flood her mind's eye, and she can't help but prop her head up in order to get a better look at you. or, well, your body that's partially hidden under the duvet.

you notice her slight change in behavior and, under the softness of the covers, lift a leg over hers, pushing against her just enough to get her to lay flat. shuri complies without a word and you use the opportunity to shift your body to be almost completely on top of hers, resting your cheek just above the valley between her breasts. "good morning," you finally say back to her.

she slides her palms from your shoulders to the middle of your back—her fingers send goosebumps sprawling across your exposed skin. and in the heat of the silence that follows, you can tell that even with the sun shining into the depths of the bedroom, both you and shuri will be falling back asleep quickly, this time cradled closer to one another than the previous night before.

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[roseamongroses]

a lil torn up

Shuri/Riri Williams [hurt/comfort] [unresolved feelings] [drabble] [post-mission][sleepy time gays series] riri takes care of shuri post-mission. - shuriri week - day three - "shuribble" - prompt: mission gone wrong, trust -- @shuririweek ao3

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“Don’ t you trust me?” Riri said, kneeling down. She rested her hand on Shuri’s thigh as she looked over the wounds. 

The suit was a goner. 

Shuri took a hit for her today. Some stupid, bird-freak of a villian tore up her sides with stolen, vibranium infused claws. 

Shuri glanced down before pointedly looking away, “With my life,” she said easily, “Not my stitches.”

“C’mon,” Riri huffed, “I’ve done mine since I was like twelve,”  

Shuri winced at that ,“No,” she said, “Absolutely not. It’ll heal on its own anyways,”

“You’ve performed spinal surgery and I don’t see your medical license,” Riri muttered, raising a warm, wet cloth, “Classism is a disease, y’know.” 

Shuri rolled her eyes. She wasn’t injured badly, mostly sore by now. She could’ve managed cleaning herself off with only some discomfort, but Riri insisted. 

The bed creaked as Shuri leaned back, better accommodating the other woman. 

Riri wiped down the grime, careful to avoid the skin knitting back together. 

Shuri watched fondly as Riri fussed. The exhaustion from today’s mission settled on her all at once. In the quiet of the dorm, beneath such careful hands, her mind lulled. 

Riri tossed the rags into the laundry bin once she was done. That out the way, she paused studying the tattered suit--eyes lingering on the lean muscle underneath. 

She shook her head, reaching to grab some spare clothes.“You should change,” she said, hoping her voice won’t betray her nerves, “It’s getting late.” 

Shuri yawned, eyes stuttering open before closing again. 

“You can’t sleep like that,” Riri sighed, watching as their weight sagged into the pillows. She sat down on the edge of the bed, prodding them carefully, “Take these off,”

Shuri managed to raise her head, “You’re so eager to undress me,” she said with half lidded eyes. Words slow, teasing, and thick with sleep. 

Riri schooled her expression, stomach fluttering as she watched that smug, pretty face relax all at once. 

Riri pulled the blanket over them.

“Fuck,” she cursed under her breath, dragging her hands down her face.

That little flutter grew. It gnawed at her chest only leaving aches behind. 

What were they doing?

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[heejayy]

Shuri x reader: unexpected visit from Shuri

Shuri U. || Surprise Visits

Warning • none

Genre • fluff

Pairing • Shuri x fem!black Reader

A/n: thanks for the ask🫶🏽❤️

“Ah shit I got class in 10!” you rushed grabbing your bag stuffing snacks, a charger, and your computer all in while trying to slide into your shoes. You sat on your bed watching 911 wasting more time than you should have.

You rushed out down the dorm hall throwing your bag over your shoulder “shit shit shit shit!” You sped past students down the stairs towards the direction of your class. Your professor was a grade A ass and if his students were barely two minutes late he’d close and lock the door.

On your sprint to class you checked how long you had to make it, while calculating how fast you had to run you got a call from your girlfriend. That’s random you thought, she should should be asleep.

“Hey my love I can’t um talk right I’m late.” you panted slurring your words.

She let chuckled from the other end of the call “Yes I can tell you look frazzled” She can tell?

“Wait what?” You stopped in your tracks confused by your words “what do you men’s you can tell?”

“I can see you silly, look to your left” you did just that and seen her leaning against her Audi in an all white Afro-futuristic outfit.

“Oh my god” you breathed out not thinking this was real, It’s been months since you’ve seen your princess. Your slow walk towards her turned into a full sprint as you threw your self into her arms.

“Oh my god! Shuri what are you doing here?!” She chuckled holding you tight.

“I’ve come to visit you sithandwa sam (my love) ” you grinned even harder taking a step back to take in her beauty. My god did she look good with her fresh line up, glowing skin and the way her baggy clothes fell off her lean body, along with those sunshades- my god you loved those sunshades.

“You look good” you complimented with a smile. She looked really really good, so good you could sit on her fa-.

“You look good yourself” you looked down at your outfit then back up at shuri rolling your eyes.

“Oh please I’m wearing leggings and a hoodie I was headed to class… oh shit class!” You checked the time and you were well over being late, he wouldn’t let you in even if you begged.

“Damn it I knew I was forgetting something” she removed her shades with a concerned look “did I make you late usana (baby)? I’m sorry” her face held a guilty look as she reach for your hands to comfort you.

“No no it’s fine I’d rather see you then go to some stuffy old man class anyways” you giggle taking her hand swinging it back and forth.

“Well since you wanna be a naughty girl and skip class” she teases shaking her head “let’s just go back to my hotel room. We can order in, cuddle, and catch up how does that sound?” To be honest it sounded wonderful. You truly needed a break from school and even from life itself, she really did show up at the right time.

You lean up to peck her lips with a smile “I would love that!”

Shuri’s Masterlist

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[bestfriend491]

I saw your post abt ramonda's drabble and headcannons so can I ask one of her being jealous and possessive over reader?

It's completely okay if u don't want to do it tho :)

"You're jealous! "

Headcannons / Drabbles

When she's jealous or possessive.

Ramonda

If the question is if Ramonda gets jealous of others getting too comfortable around you, the answer is definitely yes. 

Though she hates to admit it, when she sees someone getting a bit too close to you, her entire body language changes and it puts her in a less happy mood. 

It’s not that she doesn’t trust you, she just doesn’t trust others to stay respectful. 

Factoring that in with the fact that you are extremely beautiful, she can’t keep her guard down for too long. 

She usually tries to avoid showing any jealousy in public. Her title as queen has taught her a thing or two about keeping a good reputation.

This has helped her learn how to act naturally in moments of jealousy, but sometimes she slips up and it's clear to anyone passing by.(especially to the people who cause the jealousy.)

She tries not to be physically possessive but her eyes tend to tell a completely different tale when waves of jealousy come passing through her. 

You like to poke fun at her in moments like those, especially when it's at an event. 

Ramonda stood in the corner of the room that held many country representatives. Though her main job for the event was to make acquaintances with other nations’ leaders, her mind was preoccupied with a completely different task. 

She scooted and shifted when people blocked the view of her one focus for the night. 

You. 

Or, more specifically the woman next to you. 

Ramonda had temporarily named her “Roaming Eyes”. Not bothering to get her real name or the country she represented. 

It was the most appropriate name considering the way her  eyes were looking at every part of your body but your face. 

The two of you had been talking for the past 20 minutes, and Ramonda hadn’t looked away not even once.

She had her suspicions about the woman's intentions from the moment she caught a glimpse of what she was sure was a glare from the woman when you had both introduced yourselves to her together. 

Now she watched the woman do exactly what she thought she would. Check-out what was hers. 

After another 10 minutes, she was still so distracted watching Roaming Eyes. She didn’t realise that you were no longer standing next to her. 

Instead you were quickly approaching Ramonda, an embarrassed smile placed across your face as you passed by the other people in the room. When you got to her again you cleared your throat. 

“Ehem. My love.” you whispered. 

“Yes?” 

She still looked at the woman on the opposite side of the room. 

“Ramonda. Can you please listen to me?” 

She hesitantly obliged, turning her head and facing you. Her face softened instantly, but a few tension lines still sat on her forehead. Her eyes were still on the mysterious woman.

“Ramonda, we’re here to make Wakanda allies, not enemies. Now is not the time to have one of your jealous episodes.” 

“I’m not jealous!” she dismissed your claims. You shook your head, rolling your eyes. 

In any other moment her protectiveness would have been endearing. 

Ignoring her denial you spoke into her ear, "My love, your eyes are telling a completely different story.” 

She huffed, “Okay, maybe I am.” 

“Care to tell me why?"

 "Because she was clearly all over you, that's why."

You did your best in stifling a laugh, but your queen was quick to notice. 

"She was almost undressing you with her eyes!" she continued to reason. 

 "It's her first time at one of these events, Ramonda. She's young. She lacks experience. Of course her eyes would wander where they should not, my love." you held on to her arm, for reassurance. 

"Does my word mean so little to you?" 

"Of course not. It's not you who I'm wary of." she emphasised. “I don’t trust her and those wandering eyes.” 

“Well, I’m not asking you to trust her. She’s a stranger. I’m telling you to trust me. Your wife.”

She breathed out, placing her hand on top of yours that sat on her arm. 

“Fine.” 

"Good. Now, stop looking at her like that. You're gonna cause a scene." 

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[babyboiboyega]

a new oneshot?? 👀 does that mean new....next to me chapter?

maam please, were dying

........So! About that! I might as well post the original update to this ask lmao

Next To Me Update

* this entire post is me just typing out whatever comes to mind when it comes to Next To Me, and I'd really appreciate it if you read it because it has to do with the future of NTM <3 *

If you've kept up with Next To Me (NTM), you'll know that there are 15 parts currently out with my original plan being a total of (around) 20 parts in total. I've found that I'm at a standstill when it comes to NTM as of right now. I planned out the entire plot y'all, complete with ideas of what would happen in each part until the end, but planning it was the (slightly) easy part; its when I tried to write them out that it became difficult.

To be quite honest, the last few chapters of NTM were a little difficult to write because I couldn't find that same motivation and inspiration, and every draft I wrote was personally underwhelming, and I sure as hell wasn't posting some mess for y'all.

Another very small reason was that the interactions started gradually becoming less and less, and a lot of it is on me because I don't really interact with others on here (despite how much I really want to). Now when I just stopped posting, it wasn't surprising when the interactions decreased; it made sense, it was understandable.

Another part that is my fault is I started viewing my own skill set and success off of those interactions. I initially posted those parts because I loved the story I came up with, the characters, the fandom, and the writing in and of itself. But it got to a point where I was allowing the number of notes each part received to dictate the motivation I felt to write the next part, and personally, I don't think it should be that way. At least not for me! Can't speak for everyone else lmao

And in doing so, in letting the number of notes essentially motivate me, I kinda lost sight of why I was writing NTM. I appreciate every comment and reblog and like...but I don't necessarily want that to be the main driving factor for why I post. I want to write/post because I love to do it, and then I'd like for the interactions to be the cherry on top yknow

BUT with that being said, there are some decisions I need to make regarding Next To Me, namely if I'm going to continue it, or if I'm going to put it on indefinite hiatus. If I do stop it, I have already started planning a sort of revamp for NTM with a better plot, new characters, better backstories, etc.

But on the other hand, if I keep writing it, it's going to be rather difficult to do so with the risk of plot holes and less-than-stellar writing. But all I can tell you now is as soon as I figure out what I'm doing, y'all will too lmao

Bless you and thank you so much if you read all of that. I've been feeling like this for a while and I was admittedly pretty nervous to bring it to tumblr, but eventually worked up the nerve to do so, especially because I wanted to give y'all some sort of update after a while of not posting anything.

For the TL;DR people: might stop NTM, might not. If I do, its because I have plans for a revamp; if I don't, be prepared for horrible writing that's a result of me just wanting to get it done lmao

But thanks for coming to my TED talk, and I'll see yall at the next project (whatever that may be) <3

Stay safe, y'all

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[ichorai]

amor ; namor.

pairing ; namor x mutant!gn!reader

synopsis ; we know what it’s like to be punished for love.

words ; 1.1k

themes ; angst, fluff, mutant au, married au

warnings / includes ; no black panther: wakanda forever spoilers, reader is a mutant and can transform into a creature known as the mishipeshu, brief mentions of a conquistador and mutant bigotry, you and namor bicker like an old married couple <3

part two. main masterlist.

The feathered serpent god—K’uk’ulkan. Leader, savior, ruler.

That’s what your people called him. But not you.

“Mi amor,” you called out, a small crease of worry divoting between your brows. You rose from the waters and into the expansive cave, glowing a faint green from the bioluminescent sea lanterns, striding up to your husband. “You have yet to eat today. I’m worried about you.”

He glanced towards you, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. His arms extended to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and roping you closer. “I’m sorry—I’ll be down shortly. There’s just a lot on my mind right now.” 

Humming in response, you placed a soft kiss to his cheek, then another to the side of his nose. A satisfied rumble thundered within his chest. With his free hand, he gestured to the rocky wall you were facing. 

You tilted your head upwards, observing his handiwork. It was a grand mural, painted with bright coral pigments and sponge-tipped brushes. Every stroke held a thousand memories, every color a symbolic tale. It was no wonder Namor spent hours upon hours here.

“That’s me,” you whispered, stepping closer to the wall. It wasn’t you in your human form—it was an intricate drawing of Mishipeshu, as the land-dwellers called you when you transformed. There were about a couple dozen humans with spears pointed towards the creature. A lump formed in your throat. You could feel a tar-like darkness stain your insides at the memory. The surface-people were once your friends, but that was a lifetime ago. 

“It was the day we met,” Namor susurrated, vibranium jewelry jingling as he strode towards the other side of the cave, where another painting resided. “When I found out you were not like the other Talokans—a mutant, like me.”

“That was not a pleasant memory. The humans I once trusted, betrayed me. They were hurting me and I… I thought you were going to do the same. I nearly killed you,” you sighed wistfully.

At that, Namor whirled around, arching a brow as he stalked back to you. “If I remember correctly, I almost killed you.” He leaned closer with a smug look etched over his features, only mirroring your steps every time you shuffled back. 

“I am nearly sure I was winning that fight.”

His low chuckle reverberated through the cave. “I beg to differ.”

“I broke your arm!”

“I cut your tail off.”

“And then I married you not long after,” you gruffed with a scowl, gently shoving his face away when he backed you into a corner. “Besides, my tail grew back a month later—no thanks to you.”

“And who was the one that proposed marriage?” Namor leered, grabbing your wrists to keep you from swatting him.

A low growl caught in your throat. “You are insufferable, my love.”

He barked out a laugh. “As are you, mi vida.”

Then, he kissed you. It was a kiss of contrasts—his cold jewelry pressing flush against your sweltering skin, and his lips rough as his nose softly slotted against yours. The silence was loud, nearly deafening, only thickening as he crowded you against the wall, the damp stone scratching almost painfully against the bare skin of your back. But you didn’t care.

“Amor,” you croaked, when his lips left yours, trailing down your jaw, to your quivering throat, to your heaving cleavage. He hummed in question, wordlessly asking you what was on your mind. “Why me? Why did you choose to save me?”

“Because I saw myself in you,” he replied easily, letting go of your wrists so he could press a frigid palm flat over your sternum. He could feel the frantic thumping over your heart pulse, only seeming to quicken the longer he stared at you. “Because you’re the only one that can truly understand me.”

“Because we’re mutants?”

Namor regarded you silently, before dipping his head to kiss you, much slower this time. When he pulled away, he whispered, “Because we know what it’s like to be punished for love.”

You studied him with wide eyes—the emerald luminescence cast arching shadows over his face, and for a moment you understood just why everybody called him a god. He certainly looked like one. 

But your love was not a god. He was a man—a man that lived through repeated nightmare after nightmare. A man who’d seen too much for a single lifetime. A man left with a legacy that he never asked for. 

A man with mutant powers—like yours.

Did that make you a god?

To the surface-dwellers, that made you a monster.

“I love you,” he muttered into you, lifting his head to meet your eyes steadily. They were narrowed, dark and observant, as if searching you for any sign of regret. He uttered those words very sparsely, usually in the dead of night when you were already sound asleep, or when one of you had to leave Talokan for a long period of time.

The land-roamers called him Namor, a man without love—but he had so much to give to you. The love he harbored for you laid heavy and stagnant within his chest, clinging to every bone of his ribcage, to every pump of his heart. It was tricky and unfamiliar to deal with at first—because the only time he’d ever loved someone this much was for his mother. He was not talented in the art of love, that was certain.

He was never one to be insecure. But with a name such as Namor so deeply ingrained into his being, he could only wonder if that was perhaps true. A Spanish conquistador used his dying breath to call him devil-born, undeserving of love. 

Was there truth to his words? Did he have your love in return? And if he did, would he deserve such love?

“You think so loudly,” you said, tilting your head. You kissed the corner of his mouth. Once, twice, thrice. He would do anything for a fourth. “I love you, amor. It’s like you said before—I was the one that wanted to marry you, remember?”

Your husband huffed, smiling fondly at the memory. “Mmh, very adamant about it, as well—”

“It’d be wise if you didn’t finish that thought, K’uk’ulkan.” 

Playfully, he narrowed his eyes. “You’ll have to make me, Mishipeshu.”

You surged forward and slanted your lips against his once more, and Namor reciprocated with an equally passionate vigor.

Yes, he thought, as your muffled laughter rang through the cave whilst you kissed him, throwing your arms over his neck, he had your love. And he most definitely deserved it, too.

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[nexusnyx]

Idea for a shuri fic: maybe a tchalla and nakia moment with shuri and y/n where she goes to rescue y/n and freezes when she sees her

i'm obsessed with the moment when t'challa freezes in front of nakia so of course i had to deliver this one. thanks a lot for the request <3 | shuri x f!reader ; 0.7k

Adrenaline rushed through her whole body—everything enhanced in her vision. Shuri could spot a snowflake from a mile away with the way blood rushed through her veins, but all she could think about was Okoye's words.

"Kingi will be your way out."

"Kingi?! Since when is she working the fields again? I thought she left Wakanda for the diplomatic—"

"Shuri. I will tell you everything you want to know in boring detail when we're coming back. Now is not the time. Kingi is your way out. Do not leave the premises without the vial. And most importantly... do not freeze when you see her."

Freeze?! Shuri lifted a single finger, held back from a scoff, and dropped out of the airplane with the sound of Okoye's laughter in her ears. She did not freeze.

Except—she did, maybe.

A couple of times (not that anyone was counting). Both of them were justifiable by a lot of means, the more that she thought about it.

"How do you know I froze?" Shuri had no recollections of Okoye being present in either one of the first times.

In her ear, she heard a dry chuckle. Disbelief, she imagined. "This is what you're thinking about right now?"

"I'm curious."

"You're in the middle of a mission."

Now Shuri laughed. "Please, Okoye." Taking candy out of children was harder than this—Shuri would know. You worked at a school with Nakia for the past two years, and she dared coming around sometimes. Children could be devious. "I'm serious—who's telling on my every move to you, hm? That's kind of disrespectful."

"No one told me anything, you whiny baby. I've seen the way you act like a doofus whenever she entered the room on the last Day of Bast. Puffing out your chest. Walking slower..."

That proved nothing. Shuri scoffed. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

She pretended that Okoye stayed silent, the same way she pretended to not know.

It was impossible not to know.

Shuri imagined that if her mother was alive, she'd be endlessly mocked by now. Very few people knew this about Ramonda, but the ruthless tongue served for sarcastic remarks and the most terrible (best) jokes possible.

She imagined that she would've heard some words of encouragement, too. A little bit of pushing. Of prodding. Of "the doe eyes are cute, but will do nothing for you in the long run" too.

Right there and then — blasting around seven men up in the air — Shuri decided she would not freeze.

It had been months since she'd last seen you—months since the day of the funeral, the week of the Coronation, times when you spent by her side in a silent shadow, as quiet and as comforting as you.

She saw very little of you back then, but it was enough to give her strength for and maybe hope for better days.

This time, Shuri would... flirt.

She would say something witty, something smart to get your attention, and maybe laughter.

With the vial in hands, Shuri starts searching.

Malo Kingi. The small and incredibly deadly jellyfish—no one sees it coming, and next thing they know—

sting.

It was beautiful.

There were you—gods.

"Hello, Panther."

Shuri's body is eight, maybe ten feet away from you, and you would never in a million years do anything to hurt her, but she might as well have been one of your victims.

Stung by the sight of you in her creation—the jade green and black suit did wonders for you, and Bast, how can she find the words when this what you do to her?

"Shall we?" you ask.

Shuri nods, breaking the spell on her body motions.

She froze. Again.

When you pass by her side, your hands brush on her fingers, and she feels it on the tip of her claws as if something electric touched her.

She might've frozen, but it's okay. When she takes off the mask, so do you.

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[the-lunar-pull]

Burn the world down

Pairing: Shuri/Namor

Author’s Note: I couldn’t get the chemistry between Shuri and Namor out of my head so this scene was born. Just drabble, not sure if it’s worth putting up on AO3. I tried to keep it as spoiler-free as possible but there are allusions and vague references to Wakanda Forever so read at your own risk.

He watches her from the shallows.

She sits on the beach in front of a small fire; the night sky at her back is ominous - filled with thick clouds that block the light from thousands of stars. It’s almost midnight and a cool breeze blows gently, making her wrap her blanket a little tighter around her slender frame. From the trees just beyond the sand, the sounds of nocturnal wildlife occasionally interrupt the heavy silence. A sudden howl rings out, signaling a close predator, but she doesn’t flinch. 

She never flinches.

That’s what Namor loves about the princess.

Shuri’s eyes remain trained on the flames in front of her, deep in thought. Nothing in her demeanor indicates that she knows Namor is watching her and she is sitting far enough away from the edge of the water that her presence cannot be mistaken for an invitation. 

He’d be wise to let her be — return to the depths, return to his people. He’s risking the tenuous calm between Wakanda and Talokan by surfacing and he’s lived long enough to know that peace is a fragile thing. Feather-light and easily forgotten in the face of fear. 

Shuri has no fear. Or, perhaps, more accurately: Shuri is not afraid of Namor. She already bested him in every way a warrior can best an opponent. Just the thought of her powerful hands wrapped around the spear that should have killed him is enough to send a jolt of a most unfamiliar sensation running through him. 

Namor watches Shuri’s hands as she throws more kindling into the fire, and he marvels at the innate elegance in every movement. The simple flick of her wrist reminds him of the impressive blows to his gut.

It is desire that courses through him now, as it always does, at every thought and every sight of the princess. 

Desire makes humans stupid and mutants are no exception but Namor can’t help himself. He knows he is making irrational and risky decisions just to catch a glimpse of a beautiful woman. Their positions are reversed; her energy is the siren’s call that draws him from his home, and she never even utters a sound. 

Only that’s not quite the truth. The truth is that Shuri feels like home. 

For centuries, Namor has shouldered the burden of a nation yet in his innermost thoughts, he’s longed for the warmth and love he’s only ever known from his mother. In his most private musings, the only place he allows himself to be vulnerable, he wishes to see his mother, to feel her gentleness just one more time. 

Since her passing, Namor has only seen his mother once. In the split second when a warrior queen extended him a moment of infinite grace — a mercy he did not deserve. 

So the desire he feels for Shuri is not simple attraction; it’s more than the inherent appreciation for a pretty face and a brilliant mind, more than even the basic instinct to feel the heat of another’s body. Namor knows that for the first time in his long, long existence, he is in love. 

And it is because of that love, that he stays away. 

There are mistakes so terrible one can only make once. 

Namor doesn’t dare to hope for forgiveness, but he gives himself these small moments of weakness, and they are enough. 

For weeks now, Namor has been surfacing every night. Because for weeks now, Shuri has come to the beach. 

He tells his advisors that he’s watching over the princess, protecting Talokan’s interests in Wakanda. He’s been sharply reminded that she’s no longer just a princess but there’s not much more his advisors can do. Sometimes, it’s good to be King. 

They are right, though. She’s not a princess anymore and he should probably learn to stop referring to her as such. Even in his mind. 

“I know you’re there.”

Namor freezes. Shuri’s eyes scan the darkness, a frown on her face. He knows she’s only human, that despite the power of the heart-shaped herb, she cannot see him, but her eyes are determined, and maybe, just maybe —

“I know you’re there,” Shuri shouts this time and Namor’s heart pounds; bested once again. 

“Stop hiding,” Shuri says, her voice quiet again but no less intimidating. And Namor, well, he knows better than to ignore a challenge. 

He slowly makes his way out of the water. The night is so dark that the water is almost black. With each step he takes, he leaves the shadowed depths behind him for the warmth of the shore and Shuri’s fire. 

Namor comes to where the water meets the sand and draws himself up to his full height. Drops of water drip off him, soaking the sand beneath his winged feet. Shuri doesn’t stand but she lifts her face to look at him. The firelight dances in her eyes and casts her skin in the most ethereal shades of bronze and gold — Namor’s never seen anything more beautiful. She is like the burning of his heart come to life. 

Namor lifts his chin and gazes down at her, trying to project danger. But Shuri’s eyes never leave his, and eventually, he finds that his breath is coming much too fast for his liking. 

He breaks eye contact first, searching the trees behind her. 

“You shouldn’t be out here alone,” Namor finally says, and his tone is exactly as condescending as he means it to be. 

It makes Shuri’s frown deepen. “You don’t know that I’m alone.” 

Namor doesn’t dignify that with a response. Instead, he asks what he really wants to know. “What happened in Haiti?”

“You’re spying on me?” Shuri stands, indignant and perfect. 

“I protect my interests,” Namor says, a practiced lie at this point for how often he’s told his advisors.

“Did you send spies? Or were you there? On the beach? Were you there when —“

Shuri’s voice breaks and she crosses her arms. Takes a deep breath. She looks so young like this, with the mask of anger slipped from her face, only her youthful pain remains. 

And Namor wants to give her the entire world, wants to burn every single person that ever hurt her, himself included. He wants to grovel at her feet, wants to hand over Talokan and all the wonders it contains. For the first time in his life, he wants to actually be a feathered, serpent God instead of a mutant misunderstood because he’d turn back time for her. He’d make it so that she could live forever, happy and free, with the family she misses so dearly. 

“Were you there?” She asks again, in a trembling whisper. 

“No,” Namor answers honestly. “But I wish I had been.”

Shuri looks up sharply, a confused look crossing her face before quickly being replaced by something more neutral. 

“So you sent spies.”

“No.”

“Then how did you know?”

“I always know where you are.”

“How?”

Namor swallows thickly. It’s a simple question but the answer is not. How does he know where Shuri is? How does a humpback whale know to breach? How does the osprey know when to strike? He knows where Shuri is because she’s in his blood, as much a part of him now as the oceans he inhabits. She courses through him, influences every thought and every decision, and she doesn’t even know — cannot ever know — the depth of his devotion because it would destroy them both. 

“I told you. I protect my interests,” Namor says in a clipped tone and it’s as close to the truth as he can allow. 

“Why are you here?” Shuri asks, taking a step closer. Namor wants to sing for joy at the proximity so naturally, he scoffs and returns the question. “Why are you?”

Shuri rolls her eyes but takes another step closer. “If we are to be allies, shouldn’t there be trust?”

“You have my trust,” Namor says quickly, heart pounding in his ears. It’s too honest, he shouldn’t have said it, but it makes the corners of Shuri’s lips lift slightly and it’s the sweetest victory he’s ever had. He wonders what it would take to make her really smile. 

“If you trust me, then why are you lying to me?”

“I am not lying to you —“ 

“You’re hiding things,” Shuri cuts Namor off. She’s provoking him, seeing how far she can push him, and Namor is both impressed and charmed by the young ruler. She is a formidable one, indeed. 

Still, so is Namor.

“A bold accusation that you would do well to rescind,” Namor says darkly as he pulls his shoulders back and steps closer, chin raised. He stares her down, eyes hard, but Shuri does not back down. She stares right back, raising her own chin — defiant and stunning. 

They are close now, faces mere inches apart. Shuri is shorter than Namor, but she projects fearlessness. The kindling in the fire crackles and the flames become stronger; the tension between the two rulers follows suits. Namor wonders if this will turn into another battle. There’s a part of him that wants it to. At least that way, he could touch Shuri again. 

“You’ve been here for weeks,” Shuri breaks the silence, her voice carefully even. “Every night. Why?”

Namor suppresses the urge to take a deep breath. He does not want to falter in front of Shuri. “I suppose for the same reason you are.”

“You have no idea why I am here.” 

“Then why don’t you tell me? Trust goes both ways, no?”

Shuri is the one who looks away this time. She looks at the ocean behind Namor for a long moment before replying quietly, “I wish I knew.”

Namor swears his heart stops.

“I felt...pulled,” she explains, eyes still set on the water like she can see Talokan. And then her eyes are back on him. “Is that you? Can you? Are you pulling me?”

Namor gets lost in her brown eyes, how they beg him for answers that will only bring heartbreak. He recalls their conversation in Talokan, how even then he was already drawn to her fierce intelligence and honest curiosity. She had been his prisoner, but he had been the one that had been trapped. He loses himself in the memory and makes a mistake. “No, princess.”

Shuri’s eyes go hard with fury. “I am not the princess.”

“Of course,” he says quickly. “My apologies.”

It’s a woefully inept response to what he’s done and it takes every ounce of energy in him to remember that he is a king. He can’t dissolve into hysterical apologies, he can’t beg. 

Shuri seems to sense that there’s something deeper behind his misstep, or maybe she truly is as full of grace as a god should be, because after a few moments of awkward silence, she shows him mercy once again. 

She continues their conversation. “I still think about your offer sometimes. What was it you said? Burn the world together?”

Namor takes the out. “Diplomatic relations are not going well, I take it.”

“They want to take from us,” Shuri says, and this time the anger on her face is directed at someone else. He could get used to this. “That’s all the negotiations ever are. Just thinly-veiled attempts to take what is ours.”

“You have already given much.”

“It’s never enough.”

Namor nods.

“I can see it in your eyes,” Shuri says, a ghost of a wan smile on her face. “You want to gloat. You want to say that you were right all along.”

“No, that’s not what I want.”

“Then what do you want?”

“I want,” Namor begins, reaching out to caress Shuri’s face, and then stopping short. 

Shuri’s eyes are glued to Namor’s hand suspended between them, and if she had any doubt about his intention, the way he finishes his sentence surely must give him away. 

“To protect my interests,” Namor says, soft and gentle, as he draws his hand back.

Shuri eyes return to Namor’s face and for once, he doesn’t focus on projecting an image of regal authority. Instead, he lets her see him, open and vulnerable. He lets her take her time, sharp dark eyes scanning across his face like he’s one of her experiments and if she focuses she can figure him out. As she looks, the frown on her face fades away and her eyes become sadder and sadder. She sees him — his centuries of grief and rage and loneliness — and she understands. She feels it, too. Shuri is young, but time is not the invincible force people assume. Before there was time, there was only darkness. 

Shuri’s lips fall open and she lets out the softest gasp. Namor wants more than anything to lean down and kiss her. He wants to touch her lips; kiss her until they are both breathless and panting. He wants to rest his hands on her slight waist and lift her up, feel her lithe legs wrap around him. He wants to lay her down in the sand and make her forget everything. Replace every thought in her head — every worry, every question, every memory — with the heat of their bodies joining, the taste of his skin, the pleasure of his hands touching her in ways no one ever has. Namor wants to lose himself completely, he wants to be nothing more than an instrument for Shuri. For her pleasure or for her rage. He’ll take either role happily; spend the rest of his days scorching the earth as a fearsome tool of her revenge or keeping her warm, safe, and sated in the nights. Ideally, he would have both. 

But this world is not an ideal world and Namor knows giving in to his wants would only lead to ruin. They are rulers of their respective nations, and there’s too much history between them. He’s taken too much from her. He would never ask for her forgiveness, and even if by some miracle she deigned to give it to him, he could never accept. 

So Namor takes a step back. 

Shuri’s eyes flutter closed and Namor wants to step close again, feel her warmth. He wants to see her from up close as she opens her eyes. He thinks it would be a wondrous sight. 

Shuri takes a deep, steadying breath as her chin drops. She shakes her head ruefully as her eyes open. They are dark and stormy, and Namor’s always loved thunderstorms. 

“I’m not coming back tomorrow,” Shuri says but it sounds like a question and there’s a timidness in her voice that betrays her. 

She will come. So will he. 

“I understand,” Namor continues the farce because it’s the least he can do for her. 

“Stop spying on me. And don’t hide things from me,” she says, voice now more sure, slightly commanding. 

“Of course.”

“And don’t betray me.” Namor can’t help but smile at that. It is the people of Talokan he betrays; he pretends that his interest lies in Wakanda’s power and influence, all while he paints murals of his greatest defeat, the moment he fell in love with the Black Panther. If only she knew what he would do for her, what he already does. 

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Shuri,” Namor says and if his smile is a little too bold, he can blame it on the flames of Shuri’s fire.

Shuri turns her back on Namor and walks towards the treeline. She knows Namor will take care of the fire she started. She’s settling into her role as ruler well. 

Namor puts out the fire, the smoke hisses and billows toward the cloudy night sky. His winged feet enter the water but before he gets too far, he hears Shuri’s voice call out from behind him.

“One more thing, Namor,” she says. Namor turns; looks for her in the darkness but true as her namesake, she is camouflaged in shadow. 

He turns back towards the water and starts his descent again. 

“Yes?” he asks, unable to keep the grin out of his voice. He hopes the crashing waves will hide it. 

“Stay close,” comes the reply.

“Any particular reason?” He asks but he’s certain she already knows he will. That she doesn’t even have to ask.

“In case I decide to burn the world down.” 

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[sleepycreamcola]

The little thing Namor kissing made me blush ☺️

For real tho 😭🥺

Don't even get me started because we know he's an artist. He paints in his free time. Namor would be big about detail naturally.

He would spend so much time looking at you and touching you. Examining and committing everything to memory. Tracing your face with his finger. Saying how much he loves your nose and the lines that form on your face when you smile. He would know you by your eyes alone.

From watching the movie I could imagine his love language is gift-giving and touch. But I'm just so hyper-fixated on it being touch specifically. He just wants to have you close to him. Always kissing you, always offering to carry you. He is just full of so much love.

Anyway imma go melt into putty now

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[cupidzboww]

While I Was Gone .1

Here’s a short work I started for Attuma/Okoye while I was on hiatus. I don’t plan on finishing it, but I didn’t want it to go to waste. I hope you guys enjoy<3

I’ll title all works I created during my hiatus that will remain unfinished “While I Was Gone”

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Among those who only knew her on a surface level, Okoye tends to come off as the uptight, no-fun-having type. To that she says, “they don’t need to know the things I take joy in outside of work.”

At times, she tends to be self-conscious about it. Only slightly.

“Does this make me come off as a prude?”

The question seemed to come out of the blue. They were getting ready to go out to an event with some friends. Okoye had been deciding on an outfit, while Attuma was perfecting his “effortless look” with his hair–Okoye’s words.

His eyes met her in the vanity mirror before he turned to see what she had finally picked out. The pile of clothes on their bed had grown considerably bigger since he started on his hair. She had on a plain lilac straight dress that barely touched her ankles, and a thin, white cardigan over her shoulders that reached halfway down her thighs.

It was to catch any slight breeze that would come her way. She always tended to feel cold whenever they ate out. Any weather below seventy-five had her in a covering of some sort.

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“Do you think you do?”

“No.”

“Then why do you ask?”

She let out a small sigh, and so, the pile of clothes grew two articles bigger.

“I’m changing.”

They were half-an-hour late to meet up with their friends for brunch that day.

Her reputation amongst her coworkers only successfully got to her sometimes. At times, she finds herself embarrassed whenever any activity she partakes in outside of work, or even a trait of hers, confirms the accusations of her subordinates. She hates to admit that.

But there is one activity she likes to partake in that not even a barrage of comments about her can make her change her mind on or get her to stop participating in: reading in bed while listening to the rain.

She realizes it’s not a unique interest to have, far from it. Some of her friends enjoy doing the very same thing. At the same time, her tendency to overthink does make her assume that if her employees ever saw her—however possible that may be—they would be quick to stamp the label “prude” across her forehead in bright, red ink.

“You have an interesting way of thinking about things,” Attuma would tell her if she were to tell him about that thought.

Regardless, today is a good day, because her and Attuma’s schedules seemed to align, making it possible for them to be at home within the same time frame, and it’s pouring rain outside, which means neither of them have plans.

It goes unspoken between the two that they won’t be leaving the bed today, except to brush their teeth after waking up, making breakfast/lunch, and the occasional bathroom run.

Attuma decided to make them breakfast this morning, easy parfait bowls. Furthering the agenda of today being a lazy-day, they left their empty bowls on either bedside tables.

Fine by her, she wasn’t in any sort of rush to get them out of the room.

With an overwhelming amount of free time on their hands, Attuma spent his first half of the day continuing a crochet project he dropped a couple months ago, too busy at the time to continue it, while Okoye busied herself with a book from her ‘currently reading’ list she hasn't found the time to finish.

Okoye always found Attuma taking up crocheting to be something funny. His large calloused hands, working with the soft yarn and the small hook. And whenever he was really focused on a project, he’d hunch over, pushing his face closer to it.

She loved it. She loved it even more that most of his finished projects were gifts to her. A hat, a pair of gloves, a sweater—all she cherished and even wore a couple of times alongside her purchased pieces. And he made sure to use colors he knew she’d adore wearing.

Flipping a page in her book, reading glasses perched high on her nose bridge, she glances over at him to his hands moving quickly around the yarn. An ounce of relief settles over her as she realizes he’s started taking her advice on bettering his posture, using pillows to support his lower back while in bed.

“What are you making?”

The slight rasp of her softened voice sounds wonderful to his ears. Neither of them have spoken in a while, he’s missed it.

“Bag,” he murmurs. Halting his work, he lifts it to show her near-finished body of the bag. The yarn used is quite large, and the matcha green color is one she’d definitely love to have in her closet.

Looking up, she finds a restrained smile settled on his lips as he waits for her response.

“I love the color. It’s very nice.”

He nods, resuming his work with a slightly larger smile than before.

A tiny huff of amusement leaves through Okoye’s nose as she continues from where she left off in her book.

☁️

With the last word of her book, Okoye lets the book fall closed. Her chest fills with pride at having finally finished this book, leaving her excited to tackle the next read on her list. But first … a good stretch.

Placing it off to the side, she slips lower into the sheets and turns onto her stomach. Pushing her hands above her head, she lifts her lower body into a deep stretch, her back bending into a deep arch like that of a large cat’s.

Her shoulders pop, finally releasing the tension they’ve been holding for the past few hours. She holds the position for a moment … and then drops, earning a laugh from her partner.

“Good stretch?”

“Yes,” her voice is muffled by the pillow she elected to bury her face in.

Attuma hums, putting aside his almost completed bag. She doesn’t mind his movement until there’s a strong arm snaking over her waist.

“Eh!” She looks up. “What are you doing?”

“Taking advantage of our day off,” he smiles, pulling her body closer so that he may push his face into the space between her neck and shoulder.

Relaxing in his hold, she allows her eyes to fall closed.

“We have about eleven hours left to enjoy it.” A pair of lips press against the skin of her neck, staying there for a second longer than normal. She releases a breath. “No need to rush.”

He presses another kiss to the spot below that of the first kiss. “Don’t worry.” Two more leading down her bare shoulder, skimming a hand down her arm to rest just before her wrist. “I’ll take my time.”

She shivers. Forget what she said earlier. This was her favorite part about rainy days.

Somehow—she knows how—she ends up on her back, hands over her head and pressed into the pillow, Attuma’s heavy body over hers, yet none of his way disperses onto her.

Bast, this is her favorite way to start off sex.

The ends of Atuma’s hair tickle the side of her face. His grip isn’t at all tight on her wrists.

Leaning down, he captures her lips, beginning a kiss that would show her just how much he’s not in a rush. Letting go of her wrists, his hands slide down her sides to sit at her hips.

Okoye wastes no time in getting her hands on him either. Her arms fall over his shoulders before her fingers are combing through the dark black strands at the nape of his neck.

And then she does that thing he loves. He’s never outright expressed it, but she can tell by the way he reacts to it. Her fingers curl, and her blunt nails lightly scrape over that spot on his scalp.

He pushes his face deeper into her neck, letting a soft hum fly as his hold on her waist tightens by a smidge.

His kisses have left her neck for the expanse of her chest. Her legs are hooked around his lower torso, crossed at the ankles and toes pointed.

Between his lips inching towards one of her nipples and his hands moving lower to her ass, Okoye can’t decide with sensation to focus on.

And who says she has to choose one?

Shirt halfway down her torso and a nipple finally in his mouth, she hugs him closer, tightening her legs around him.

There’s days when Attuma is rough with her, and she’s rough with him. And then there’s days where one treats the other like fine china.

Today is definitely one of those days.

His tongue laves over her stiffening nipple, ensuring not to suck too hard.

Okoye pushes her head against the pillow and blows out a breath. A soft arch pushes her back slightly off the mattress, driving her chest further into his face.

One of his hands on her hips retreats up her back to curl around her waist, keeping her body close as he indulges on her.

When his mouth finally leaves her, he takes a quick moment to see how her eyes have dropped low and how her lips are slightly parted.

She opens legs wider and he obliges as she permits him to get closer. Dropping deeper into her body, he presses a kiss onto her second nipple before bringing it into his mouth. It takes no time for this one to get hard.

While he gives it all the attention the other got, he continues to toy with the first, circling it with his thumb.

By now, his eyes no longer spare her face any attention. Instead, they’re closed as he hums around her.

Staring down at him, Okoye chews at her lower lip.

He’s enjoying this more than I am.

It must have been involuntary, because she notices how restrained the movement is. But it’s too late, as the half-swivel of his hips has revealed just what this is doing for him.

He’s definitely enjoying this more than I am.

A bit of laughter bubbles out of her and he releases her from his mouth. Resting his head on her sternum, he hides his face as laughter of his own leaves him.

“Are you having fun?” she questions, a teasing smile on her lips.

Again, he laughs off the mild embarrassment.

She’s no stranger to Attuma’s tastes when it concerns the bedroom. On their first hookup, she found out fairly quickly that he has a thing for her chest. Especially her nipples. She supposed that it was their size that really got him.

Regardless, he shows her boobs an obscene amount of attention, getting his hands on them whenever he’s able to, even his mouth. And when he gets the opportunity to do it uninterrupted, there’s almost nothing that can steal his attention away.

Pressing one last kiss to each of her nipples, he pulls away from her. Okoye’s hands fall from his neck as he stands on his knees over her body.

His hands busy themselves with her legs at each of his sides, curling around the underside of her calves.

“What’s next?”

“Trying to decide.”

Gazing up at him, she picks out every detail. How his hair cascades over his left shoulder, leading her attention towards his bare chest. She pulls a leg free and watches with curiosity as she softly presses the sole of her foot to his chest.

Her foot drags down his chest, stopping just at the hem of his sweats. Her toes barely curl around the hem before he takes a hold of her ankle. As he brings her foot closer to his face, he switches his hold to press his thumb into the arch of her foot.

A smile creeps up her face as she sees where this is going. He mirrors the expression before kissing the ball of her foot.

Indulging him, Okoye gropes one of her boobs. The fat pushes through the spaces of her splayed fingers, and he even gets peeks of her nipple.

Starting at the pinkie toe, he kisses each one after.

She pulls her second leg free, pressing her toes against the far too visible print in his pants.

He offers a hazy smile as she strokes him through his pants before putting her big toe in his mouth.

A soft giggle leaves her, but he knows how much she’s enjoying this. Still, she rubs him with her other foot, hand still on her chest. She’s a wet dream, for sure.

“Such a tease,” he says lowly, after taking her out of his mouth.

She scoffs. “Me? My pants are still on yet I am the tease?”

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This is super unedited, and I know I left off on a big cliffhanger, sorry guys. I’m just trying to be better about being a perfectionist when it comes to my writing, it can hinder me at times. I hope you enjoyed what little this was.

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hello!! can u do the "fuck, how mad would you be if i kissed you?" Prompt for Shuri

— pairing shuri x fem!reader | wc 0.1k | prompt "fuck, how mad would you be if i kissed you?" | note this prompt + shuri is so 😵‍💫

“fuck, how mad would you be if i kissed you?”

shuri’s question condemns you to stoned silence. of course, mentally, you’re already answering her. i wouldn’t be mad at all. matter of fact, i would like you to kiss me. but the tension goes on, and all you can do is muster up the courage to grab one of the queen’s tattooed hands.

at your quiet compliance, shuri’s brown eyes flicker to your lips. she takes a half-step forward and pulls your body closer to hers. shuri gives you time to object to her actions, but you’re so drunk on the tingling feeling of her skin against yours that you reciprocate her moves.

as she uses her free hand to grab the side of your nape, you hold her wrist and rush to push your mouth onto hers. you kiss her rather messily, but as her lips mold into yours, tongues clashing, it grows more steady. you decide almost immediately that you like the way kissing her feels.

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