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queen-of-the-avengers · 2 months

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In The After

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.4k

Warnings: angst, being fearful of hydra, fluff at the end

Request by anon: Endgame in finding the stones while steve is in the 1970s snuck into sheild he did find a past y/n who works for peggy as her first escape from hydra he wanted to interact but he knew she dosent know him yet there . After bruce snapped including the last fight as the portal emerge with the wakanda king t'challa his sister shuri and more y/n came out of the portal and joined him in battle. Post battle sadly tony sacrificed himself and a quiet funeral post endgame both settle down as steve returned the stones . Its all peaceful ....till they got news zemo escaped and bucky had to get him for help

Summary: Steve is heartbroken after the big prize fight with Thanos on Wakanda. He didn't think he could ever get as low as he did when he lost Bucky the first time. Now he's lost his best friend and his girlfriend. Until Scott Lang comes up with a solution that might fix everything.

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Squares Filled: time travel (2021) for @avengersbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

Steve’s not sure when the last time he smiled was. Almost everyone he loves is either dead or gone. Tony is missing. You and Bucky are dusted. Sam is missing. T’Challa and Wanda are dusted. Vision was murdered. Clint is missing. Scott is missing. The only people still left are Natasha, Bruce, and Thor.

Nat sees the heartbreak in his eyes whenever he thinks about you and the life you two could have had. Things were just starting to get good with you and Thanos came and ruined it all. Someone who thought he was above everyone else and thought he could wield so much power took what he wanted and left. He doesn’t know where the hell he is but they have scanners looking for him--deep space scanners.

Steve had his life practically laid out for him. He knew where he was going and where he wanted to go. He had you by his side but now you’re gone. His best friend. The love of his life. Vixen. His partner in this Cat and Mouse game you two love playing. There is a support group for people who lost their loved ones in the Snap, and he goes to it regularly thinking it will help him get over you.

It doesn’t.

If it does anything, it reminds him that you’re not by his side. He wouldn’t be here if Thanos didn’t dust you. Maybe he had control over who got dusted and who didn’t or maybe he didn’t have control but all he knows is that three of his best friends are gone and he doesn't know if they are coming back. Five years of wishing they were by his side, to wake up and see your face. Five years of pain and agony of losing hope every time he tried to gain it back.

That is until Scott Lang came back from wherever he was and provided Steve with a plan—a plan to bring everyone back. Steve thought Scott was dusted. Turns out, he was stuck in the Quantum Realm after trying to get particles for Hope’s mother. Five years is a long time to be stuck somewhere but for Scott, it was five hours.

Time works differently in the Quantum Realm, the kind of time that is gonna bring everyone back.

Tony was convinced to help once he was promised that he was going to keep what he gained in the last five years. He married Pepper and had a beautiful daughter. If bringing people back means losing what he has now, he isn’t going to help. However, he thinks he can do it while still keeping his family. Natasha, Clint, Steve, Bruce, Rocket, and Scott were all for the plan. All Steve thought about was you and the thought of bringing you back.

Thor took some convincing because he fell into a deep depression. Thanos took everything from him and caused him so much pain. He stopped taking care of himself and really embraced the darkness. Still, the thought of seeing his family again is what made him want to do this.

What’s left of the Avengers stand on the new platform that will allow them to travel back in time. Tony, Steve, Bruce, and Scott go back to the attack on New York to grab three stones, Nat and Clint go to Vormir for the soul stone, Nebula and Rhodey go to Morag to get the power stone, and Thor and Rocket go to Asgard to get the reality stone.

Steve did his part and managed to grab the mind stone after fighting his 2012!self. Bruce had to convince the Ancient One to give up the time stone, but he got it in the end. Tony and Scott had the space stone in their hands only to lose it by 2012!Hulk smashing the place up. 2012!Loki escaped but that seems like someone else’s problem.

With no space stone in hand, Steve and Tony were at a loss for words. It’s either getting the stone or going home. They can’t do both. Scott panics for the fate of his friends until Tony realizes there is another year that has the space stone and more particles to get home. Scott exercised caution but Steve and Tony travelled back to the 1970s not knowing if they were going to make it back home.

Steve is in charge of getting more particles while Tony is on Tesseract duty. The only place that would have both at the same time is the camp where Steve trained in the 40s. Steve and Tony took the elevator down to the lower levels with Steve going to one end and Tony to the other. Steve has to lure Hank Pym away from his office to steal four more particles, and he gets the hell out of there as soon as he’s done.

Down the hall are some officers who are talking to a woman Steve and Tony saw on the elevator, and Steve dips into the closest office he can find to prevent his cover from being blown. He won’t dare leave Tony behind even though it’d be very easy. Plus, he needs to give Tony some more particles so he can come home, too.

Steve waits for the officers to pass by before leaving, but he stops short when he sees a picture of him on the desk. Not just any picture, a picture of him when he was in training… before the serum. The only person who would have this is Peggy, and he spots her in the next room over talking to someone. Man, she looks different. She looks the same but the years haven’t been kind to her. He sees a ring on her finger and is content that she found someone to spend her life with.

He’s moved on from her and is about to leave when the person she’s talking to comes into view. Tears brim the surface of his eyes at the sight of you. It’s been so long since he’s seen your face. Damn, you look so much younger… more vulnerable… broken. How the hell are you here? By 1970, you were still under Hydra’s control. He thought their base of operations was in Europe. Why are you here in the States?

Peggy turns to you and says something to which you nod apprehensively. Whereas before you were confident and strong, you are timid and angry now. You’re unsure of yourself or the decisions you’re making. You look at the desk which is overflowing with papers when you become rigid. You lift your head but your eyes don’t quite make it to the window. It’s like you can sense someone is watching you.

Steve should get the hell out of here.

Peggy hands you some files off the desk and asks you to file them away. You take them with a sigh and leave the room. Okay, now Steve should get the hell out of there before he runs into you. He’s about to when he hears the door creak open.

“Who the hell are you?” Steve whips around to face you. He expected you to be pissed but you’re terrified. You’re in fear. Why? “I asked you a question.”

“Y/N…”

“How do you know who I am?”

“This is kind of hard to explain,” he chuckles nervously. “I’m not from around here.” Something snaps inside of you that causes you to lash out. You charge at Steve and send a deadly blow to his face. He falls to the ground, not expecting this punch. “Wait! Y/N!”

You take out your knife from your thigh holster and swipe at Steve. He slams onto Peggy’s desk, knocking the picture of him to the ground. He doesn’t have anything to shield himself with, and if he lands wrong, the Pym particles in his pocket will get crushed. Whenever you swipe at him, he slaps your hand away, and he kicks at your knees which causes you to crumble to the ground. Your knife goes flying out of your hands and across the room. You’re a much better fighter than this; well, the version he knows is.

“Stay the hell away from me!” you gasp. “I am not going back to them!”

“I’m not with Hydra--”

“I don’t care! I am not going back to them.”

You get up and leave the room. Steve should leave and get back to Tony but he has to make this right with you. He makes sure the Pym particles are good before chasing after you.

“Y/N!” You don’t stop trying to get away from him. “Vixen!”

That causes you to halt in your steps. A panic attack starts creeping up your throat as you turn to face him with fearful eyes.

“Where did you hear that name if you’re not from Hydra?” Steve opens his mouth but nothing comes out. “Did Bucky send you?”

“No, I’m not with Hydra.” Steve cuts himself off because he can see the damage he’s doing to you. You escaped Hydra to be free and he’s only pushing your mind back further into yourself. “I’m sorry.”

He turns and leaves you alone in the hallway. You look around to make sure no one else is coming before scurrying off. Steve meets Tony on ground level, and the two of them head back to their own time with everyone else… except Natasha. She never made it back. She gave her life for the soul stone, a much-needed sacrifice in order to obtain it.

With all the stones back in one room, Bruce took it upon himself to snap since he was the one who had the most exposure to gamma radiation. It almost took his arm off, but it seemed to work. However, that moment wasn’t meant to last forever because the unthinkable happened. Thor killed Thanos from their world, but they didn't expect Thanos from the past to make an appearance.

One of the biggest battles of their lifetime started and ended with Thanos. It was even bigger than the one in Wakanda. Thanos vs. the Avengers: Part II. Just when it was looking like the Avengers were going to lose again, Dr. Strange and every sorcerer used their magic and brought everyone back together. Sam, Peter, the Guardians, T’Challa, Wanda, Hope, every fallen soldier who lost their lives, and two of the most important people to Steve: you and Bucky.

The growing number of Avengers vs the growing number of Thanos’ army was unmatched but you gave it your all. You tapped into Vixen one last time to help aid in the fight as much as Bucky used his skills as the Winter Soldier. A battle isn’t a battle without some casualties, and this one took the biggest of all.

Natasha didn’t make it back from the first part of the mission, and Tony didn’t survive the last part.

His death brought down Thanos’ army within seconds, causing them to dust away into the sky. His death took a toll on everyone who fought alongside him, especially Pepper and Morgan. Once the dust has settled and you’re given time to fucking breathe, the first person you go running to is Steve. He catches you in his arms as you kiss him like you haven’t in a decade.

“I fucking missed you,” you whisper against his lips.

“You have no idea,” Steve smiles.

Tony was given a proper funeral a couple of weeks after the big battle once the area was cleaned. The Avengers compound might very well be destroyed without hope of rebuilding, but it doesn’t matter where you live. You’re all Avengers and will come together if and when the time is needed.

“It’s been a long five years without you,” Steve confesses.

You two are on the pier across the lake just to have a moment alone. Pepper encouraged everyone to stay and mingle but she and Morgan took time to themselves in the house where no one else was allowed.

“I wish it didn’t have to happen at all. For me, I was there one second and gone the next. When I came back, I was shocked to learn five years had passed. You must have been so lonely.”

“It was hard. I went low.”

“How did you guys manage to get us back?”

“We tracked down Thanos after it happened but he had already used the stones again to destroy them. He claims he broke them down to their atoms so that no one could ever use them again. Thor killed him which put us at a loss. We were lost for five years until Scott came back and gave us the idea to time travel.

“To put a long story short, I ended up in 1970 with Tony to grab the Tesseract. I saw you there. I swear I was going to leave but you confronted me about being with Hydra and attacked me. You were so lost, so broken. I knew by talking to you I was damaging you, so I left.”

“Yeah, that was the first time I ever escaped Hydra. I ended up in the UK where I met Peggy. She took pity on me and flew me to the States to work with her and SHIELD. It was all for nothing since Hydra found me a few months later. I was scared and confused, and I didn’t know who I was then. It makes sense I’d lash out at you. I didn’t want to go back.”

Steve reaches over and grabs your hand.

“Living those five years without you was hell, and I can’t do that again. I missed you too goddamn much.”

“I’m here now,” you smile and move closer to him. “I don’t ever plan on leaving again.”

“You know, in those five years, all I could think about was the things I never got to say to you. The things I never got to prove to you. I promised myself that if I ever got the chance, I’d ask you one important question.” Steve takes out a small box from his pocket and opens it to reveal a beautiful golden band with a diamond in the middle of it. On either side of the diamond are three smaller diamonds that make it look elegant and vintage. It reminds you of the ring your mother had. “You’re the love of my life. I don’t know where I’d be without you. Will you marry me?”

“Yes,” you giggle without hesitation.

Steve takes the ring out of the box and slides it onto your left ring finger. It’s simple, beautiful, and has everything you need. Steve is your home away from home, and you can’t wait to finally start living your life the way you want it.

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killmongerskeepermain · 1 year

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Past Regrets // Shuri

Summary: You made a promise to T'Challa in the events of his secret illness. A promise you couldn't keep without hurting Shuri. If you could change the past, you would.

Pairing: Shuri x Fem!Reader

Warning: Angst // Fluff // Mentioned Character Death // My sorry ass attempt at angst lol //

Words: 2.5k

Bendifuna usisi wam omdala - I needed my older sister.

A/N: As stated this is my sorry excuse for angst. Some of yall are GIFTED. Because yall be making me cry and shit! Lol

You remained still as you heard Ayo announce that you were home. You never thought you'd be back in Wakanda so soon. The phone call was brief but unpleasant. The king, T'Challa had passed on. The man you called your brother. The man who helped you in your dark times. The only one besides Queen Ramonda who understood your reasoning to leave Wakanda behind in the first place. He had requested you be there for the funeral. To console his mother and sister. Giving the Queen words of comfort was easy but Shuri? She will most likely shut you out immediately. After all, you didn't leave on good terms with the princess.

"Y/N. We have arrived." Ayo spoke softly. She always treated you with respect. Even after falling out with your sister Okoye and your ex. Okoye was another thought that caused your stomach to drop. You haven't seen or spoken to her since you left 2 years ago. It was time to face them all as you felt the ship land. You slowly stood as the door opened revealing the soft smile of the Queen and the scowl of the princess. As you step off the aircraft Queen Ramonda was the first to welcome you with a tight hug.

"Thank you for coming back my child." She smiled before you gave a small bow. You made no move to hug Shuri as you spoke to the pair. More so the queen.

"My condolences to you Queen mother. Princess." You locked eyes with Shuri for a second before turning back to her mother. "I hope to offer comfort for your loss." She gave a short nod before motioning to Aneka to show you your room.

“She didn’t have to come back mother. We don’t need her here.”, You winced at the malice in Shuri’s hushed voice before the queen called out to you once more.

"I will be there to speak with you soon Y/N. It's good to have you home." She said as you followed the Dora to your old room. It was still the way you left it. Nothing had been moved out of place.

"I was expecting my room to have been changed into a place where Shuri throws her old projects in." You said and Aneka shook her head.

"Both T'Challa and the Queen insisted nothing be touched in case you ever decided to come back. You ran your fingers over the dresser before biting the bullet. "How's Okoye?" She let out a small sigh before giving you a wide smile.

"She's okay. She was supposed to accompany the family upon your arrival but asked me to come instead." You gave a short laugh as you sat on your bed looking up at the ceiling. "Sounds like her. Thank you Aneka." The Dora dismissed herself as you began to go through your bag, ugly memories flooding back, filling you with sadness.

// Flashback //

"What are you on about now Y/N?" Shuri asked you with her face buried in the sequence before her. Ever since Killmonger attacked a couple of years back she's been stuck in the lab doing any and everything she could possibly think of. Except get good rest and actually eat a meal.

"Shuri you haven't left this lab in weeks. You have to rest for awhile sthandwa." You said in a soft voice but she waved you off. You were trying not to get upset as you watched her speed around the lab. "Shuri I'm serious. Your mother is worried about you. And T'Challa wishes to see his sister more." While it was true you also wished you could tell her the full truth. The truth is T'Challa now has an undisclosed illness. He doesn't want to tell Shuri because of how she'll react. All you can do is try to push her to spend all the time she can with him. As neither you, his mother or he knows when the time will come. "They can easily walk in here if they want to see me so badly."

"After everything that has happened don't you think you should be with them more? Killmonger? Thanos? You all lost so many years after that. Goes to show anything could happen and you all should spend quality time." You said and she froze before throwing her tablet down on the table.

"And how would you know? You didn't get snapped away!"

"No but I had to deal with the loss of all of you! I had to live here while you all were gone! Don't make this seem like I was affected. I just want to help!" You shouted as she was in your face now.

"I don't need help Y/N! Why try to fix what isn't broken? Everything is fine. Everyone is fine. We don't need a family therapy session." She spat and you dropped your shoulders in defeat.

"I'm just saying anything can happen, Shuri." You spoke as she turned her back to continue working. You looked up at the ceiling to keep the tears from falling down your face. You didn't want to tell her why you pushed so hard for them to spend time. Not during a fight. But it was now or never. "I'm leaving Wakanda." She spun on her heels as you stared at the floor not wanting to see her reaction.

"This is not a time for jokes Y/N." She said and your eyes found hers. Disbelief floating around her orbs and you bit your lip. Realization crossed her features when you didn't respond and you swore you saw a flash of anger quickly replace it. "Seriously. You're leaving me." You didn't want her to think that way and opened your mouth to speak before the door to the lab opened as Okoye entered.

"You two can be heard all the way down the hall. Can you just make up and relax?" She questioned before looking between you. You avoided Shuri's stare as she burned holes through your face. "What is going on?"

"Go ahead Y/N. Tell her." You sadly sighed as you were put on the spot. You had planned it out how to let everyone down gently. Including Okoye. "Tell her! What are you scared of your big sister now?" You tilted your head at her outburst before Okoye stood in front of you.

"I'm leaving. Leaving Wakanda for awhile." You mumbled and she went rigid as you searched her face for a reaction. Anything. But it seems she was still in her Dora Milaje state as the princess was present. It hurt.

"Since you're leaving, Okoye will see you out." Ouch

"Shuri-"

"You've said enough now, get out. Go enjoy your life. You won't be missed here." You turned to your sister for help but she stood tall without as much as a word. You scoffed at the two before exiting the lab with haste not bothering to look back.

// End of Flashback //

And you haven't turned back until now. A soft knock interrupted your thoughts and you turned to see Queen Ramonda with a smile on her lips. She scammed your face and could tell you were having an internal battle with yourself. Without a word she pulled you into a hug rubbing your back with words of comfort. "Everything will be alright Y/N."

"I'm supposed to be comforting you remember?" You laughed and she rubbed your arms.

"I think it is best if you talk to her. Maybe it will do you both some good."

"Some good? She's probably going to ignore me until I force her to talk. After our last fight, I'm sure she doesn't want anything to do with me."

"I beg to differ. She still isn't aware of the reason you left. Her brother never got the chance to tell her." She said and you felt your body freeze up. She still just thinks you just up and left. You gave a small nod as she kissed the top of your head before moving to leave you to your thoughts. You couldn't find the strength to move from your spot as you tried to think of what to say. 'Hey I'm sorry I left but you needed to hang out with your brother before he died?' Sounds like the perfect icebreaker. Pushing your braids out of your face you gathered your courage before making your way to the lab. Your palms started to sweat as you balled your fists trying to calm your nerves. Upon entering you lowered your eyes to the ground, hearing all the commotion around you. Then you heard her.

"It's simple really. But I'm sure you tried your best." She spoke to a scientist before she turned to walk the other way. Her being froze when she met your gaze and you bit the inside of your cheek. "Is there something you need?"

"No I'm just-"

"Then you have no reason to be in my lab." She spat and you sighed. She's still mad. Why wouldn't she be?

"Princess if you just hear me out." You tried to reason with her before she dropped her things and turned to look at you. Memories of your last fight came rushing back but you held your ground, refusing to be intimidated. She grew taller and now stood over you but you had a promise to keep.

"There's nothing for me to hear. You said what you had to say the last time you were in here. Now leave." She said with authority in her voice, leaving you a bit irritated. "Now you're hard of hearing? I said leave."

"I am not one of your scientists, Shuri. You will NOT speak to me as such. So stop acting like a child and let's talk." You retorted, dropping all formalities as she held an unreadable look in her eyes.

"Leave us." She said in a low voice before all of the scientists scurried out of the room. "You have some nerve."

"Oh I have plenty. But I made a promise to your brother to be there for you and Queen Ramonda. And I plan to keep it whether you like it or not." Your words held her attention and she stood a few steps away from you. You held her stare before another familiar voice spoke out to you.

"I can hear you both all the way down the hall. Can we not talk in a civilized manner without going at each other's throats?" Okoye scorned and you lowered your gaze to the floor. Even after not seeing her for years you still felt intimidated by the older woman.

"We were just talking." Your words came out mumbled and Shuri scoffed.

"Now you're afraid of your older sister? What happened to all that nerve Y/N? You had so much of it when you got up and left. Left your home. My mother and brother. Okoye. You left me." She spat in your face and you swear you could hear your heart beating through your ears.

"But I had a good reason. You'd know that if you'd just listen to me." Shuri threw up her hands as she turned away from you. She was done with the conversation and won’t even listen to your reasoning.

"T'Challa wanted to give everything he could to everyone before he passed. Nakia, Queen Ramonda, you! He chose to suffer in silence so he could make that happen." You were trying so hard to keep it together in front of them. "His last hope for me. He wanted me to finish my education back in the states. Finish where I left off before he became king. He felt bad for me having to pause my education. He wanted me to make something of myself and then come back here to stand by your side! I was supposed to graduate BEFORE he died." You had tears rolling down your cheeks as you let out all the pain you held in your body. "You think you were the only one who was hurting?! He told me he was sick and to keep it to myself until he told you himself. I was going to tell you anyway but you were just so angry and unreasonable that day I said I was just leaving. I didn't want to tell you while we were fighting! I didn't want to leave but I respected T'Challa's wishes because he treated me like I was part of the family."

"Y/N maybe we should-

"And you! After everything I begged you to help me figure out how to talk to her before I left. But you kept saying the princess had things to do or the princess is busy. The princess did not need distractions. You never understood how I felt! You were always in Dora mode! Why do you think I don't talk to you!" You screamed as she stood tall but you could see tears starting to form. Her mask was failing.

"I didn't need the General of the Dora Milaje to tell me what to do! Bendifuna usisi wam omdala!"(I needed my older sister!) The words slipped past your lips in Xhosa and Okoye let the tear fall down her face. "I needed my sister. I needed you! And you both pushed me away." The silence that engulfed the room became too much for you to handle so you quickly thought of a way to run and hide. Something you were used to doing. You wiped your face before fixing your composure. "I'm sorry for bothering you princess."

You turned on your heels leaving the two in silence as you went back to your room. You walked over to the balcony and leaned on the railing. The wind breezed past you and you let your eyes close to take in the comforting feeling. You felt your body sway a little as you thought back to simpler times. Times where you and Shuri would pull limitless pranks on T'Challa. Having dinner with the family. Okoye giving you sisterly advice. Your first kiss with Shuri. Letting out a sigh you felt a presence behind you and turned to see Queen Ramonda standing with her hands intertwined.

"My apologies for interrupting you dear." She smiled as she joined you outside. "Ayo informed me of your conversation with Shuri."

"Wouldn't call it a conversation. More of a screaming match. And I did most of the screaming." You said as you found yourself in her motherly embrace. "I didn't mean to yell. It's like something snapped and I couldn't hold it all in anymore."

"It's alright child. I'm not angry with you. Honestly I'm happy you let it out. Give Shuri some things to think about."

"Queen mother. Maybe it was a mistake coming back." You whispered and she gave a soft smile.

"There are no mistakes. But if you feel as if this is not for you, I'll get the jet prepared to take you back home." She rubbed your arms and you shook your head.

"I promised T'Challa I'd give my support. To both you and the princess. It hurts, yes. But I won't break that promise. It's the last thing he wished for me." She gave a small nod. Her silence was deafening but deep down you knew she understood. She understood everything. “I’ll stay. But I’ll make sure to be out of the way. I won’t cause any more trouble.” Ramonda gave a short scoff as she hugged you tighter. A familiar warmth washed over you as you brought your own arms around the Queen. A warmth you refuse to let go of a second time.

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 1 year

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On The Hunt: Then Two Steps Behind

Summary- 4.7 Alpha Steve x Little One. Steve and Bucky are finding no leads in their tracking, but Fury has a possible lead. T'Challa makes use of the Reader's Little Wolf tracking skills to help locate some of their kidnapped Panthers in Ulysses' camp.

Warnings- violence, mentions of weapons, and shifters being trafficked.

A/N- Thank you so much for everyone sharing and following this story. Any input, questions, or just general thoughts about this verse is welcome! It's pretty inspiring to keep continuing this story. Special shout out to my beta, if you see this, thank you! Dividers made by @firefly-graphics 💙🐺

Chapter Two / Masterlist

Steve scanned over the Howling Commando’s gear, giving a nod of approval. “I don’t see anything we need to switch out, send a message to Stark that we are fine.” Steve told the beta who gave a nod to confirm and turned away to do the task given. Steve was meticulous in checking their gear, knowing that such a thing could be life or death for the team.

Following the maze of hallways, he soon found Bucky who was hovering over a table, his hands in fists as he pressed down against the wood that was creaking under his weight. Fury eyed Bucky from the other side.

“If there was something to tell you Barnes, I would give it to you.”

“All of this is nothing?” Bucky snapped, if the White Wolf was at all showing, Steve knew he would be bristling.

“Now I didn’t say that I have nothing, just not from this intel you brought me.” Fury, always cool and collected. He tapped on a screen, projecting a picture. “ My sources say it’s not just wolves Hydra is going for. It’s shifters in general.” Steve approached, glancing over the information the projection showed. “And they are willing to use smugglers to get them.” Another tap shifted to another projection, stats, and a face appeared on the screen.

A face that the Alpha saw made him immediately snarl, Steve baring his teeth at the image. The weathered face with a grim sneer stared back at him. “Ulysses wanted to sell Y/N when they had us. Brock refused but he was willing to pay whatever for her.”

<We should rip his throat out> The Alpha dropped his own suggestion.

Gladly.

Fury nodded as if not surprised by Steve’s information. “I’m not at all surprised he would have bought Y/N. He is a kidnapper and smuggler. He stands to make a profit on an Omega Wolf such as Y/N. They are highly sought after because they are hard to control than a Beta or weak Alpha is, not to mention few and far between.” Fury side-eyed Steve as he said this.

It made Steve’s stomach churn at the thought of someone buying you just to break you. Bucky studied the man as well, trying to place him. “I remember bits and pieces of him while Brock had me. He brought Brock shifters, but so many of them were barely hanging on anymore that we had to…” He stopped talking, dragging in a breath before continuing. “You think we can get what we need from him?”

Fury shrugged. “It’s more than you Alpha’s are finding now. If you want to pursue him, I can get you over there.”

“Where is he?” Steve questioned.

“He is on the edge of Wakanda’s borders right now.”

Steve glanced at Bucky. “Go visit the King?”

“Might as well since what we are doing is proving useless for now. I’m going to pack up.” Bucky was abrupt as he left, leaving Fury frowning at the Sergeants departure.

“Rogers…” He kept his tone low. “I want you to know that Barnes isn’t in a good place right now. I know he is practically your brother but you need to be careful with him in the field, especially with the howling commandos following his orders.”

Steve felt the Alpha bristle at the implication but it was true. Steve wasn’t about to indulge in the struggles Bucky was facing, how the White Wolf has secluded himself away from Barnes, or the nightmares that had him fighting nothing in his room and Steve had to guard him against hurting himself or anyone else in the vicinity, how his anger and fear about the unknown was causing Bucky to either lash out or shut down vacantly. “I'm well aware Nick, trust me. That’s why we are leaving the commandos behind this time, just Bucky and I will be going to Wakanda.”

Fury clenched his jaw but gave a nod, relenting to Steve’s decision.

“Y/N, your wolf will just stand out.” T’Challa stated while you prepared to argue at the injustice of being left behind. “Wolves and Omega’s are not common here. Ulysses will know exactly who you are when he sees you.”

“And you don’t think you won’t stick out like a sore thumb? You are the damn king of Wakanda.” You snapped out, you were feeling irritated at the implication you couldn’t go with the panthers and hurt to be left behind.

T’Challa didn’t let your outburst phase him, well aware that you were dealing with pain from Steve’s abrupt departure from your life. “You are right, I will. Why I’m sending Okoye to strike a deal with Ulysses, offering to see his “stock” to make purchases. You and I will be listening in as backup, should anything go awry.”

Your jaw snapped shut in surprise and the Little Wolf uncurled in your mind. <It’s reasonable… Ulysses looked us over extensively with interest, he isn’t gonna forget us.>

“Right now it’s the best we can do Y/N, but I promise you're not going to be left behind, we need you.”

“Yes, I can be okay with that.” you relented, but a silent thank you passed between you and T’Challa with a look.

Okoye slid from her seat, sighing at the long spear she typically carried. “So I have to blend in with the outsiders?”

T’Challa nodded “Head to toe.” He pointedly looked at her favored weapon and she scoffed.

“This comes with me.” With a twist on the pole, to grow compacted, able to store away should she require it.

“Fine, but you still need to change. From the leader of the Dora to a wealthy trafficker looking to spend.”

She wrinkled her face in disgust at what she was supposed to portray. “That can be done.”

T’Challa laughed at her reaction, turning to you. “Come on, we need to blend in a bit more as well Y/N.”

You scowled at the brickwork of the building you were hovering around. Inside Okoye got her meeting with Ulysses, making the deal as you and T’Challa hovered in the back. The tall man stood next to you, his eyes narrowed at the street beyond, watching carefully. Your hand pressed near your ear, listening to the conversation go down inside.

“And what is it you're interested in?” Ulysses voice grunted, muffled around something in his mouth. You could picture him with a cigar between his fingers, leering at the Pantheress.

Then a tone you expected rolled through the comm’s, Okoye purring in her response. “Specifics? Youngin’ panthers.”

“Oh, what are you planning on doing with a bunch of brats?”

“That is my business Mr.Ulysses, but I can promise you no one will look twice at a young panther here wandering the streets. Good runners.”

There was a cackle in the comms and it went silent, you felt your heart hammer in your chest that maybe Okoye was caught. You made to bolt for the door but T’Challa’s hand grabbed at you, sweeping you into his hold like the two of you were huddling against one another. His sharp feline scent assaulted your senses as he hushed his voice near your ear. “Calm Wolf, his men are scouting the area for threats.”

You turned into T’Challa, hiding against him, letting him shield you from sight. The Little Wolf lowered low, growling softly in your mind. Hush, I can’t hear Ulysses.

<Sorry, I just hate being here and not doing anything.>

I do too.

A booming man’s laugh came through. “You are ruthless, using the kids. Smart though. Sure, I got some inventory you might be interested in. Gonna cost you though.”

“Name your price, I will have it ready tomorrow.”

After a few more exchanges, Okoye hinted that she was leaving. T’Challa tilted his head back towards the street, signaling it was time for you two to leave the back alleyway and retreat with Okoye.

As you both started out for the main street, Ulysses men came back through, stalking down the alley. Luck was not on your side as you tried to duck from being seen, one of them brushed against you, hard enough to make you stumble and the man lifted his nose, eyes blazing with interest.

A fucking tracker, of course, this human would employ shifters. “I know you.” He snarled, whirring on you with interest. His eyes blazed at you as he sniffed the air again. “You were that Alpha’s bitch.”

Vibranium blades you kept hidden up your sleeves slipped down into your palm as you twisted to face the shifter, cursing at the luck you were recognized. You were seconds away from activating the bracelets on your wrist. T’Challa slipped out of sight, the men rounding on you taking no interest in what looked like another homeless person wandering the alley. “I have no Alpha.”

“I can tell, you have that feral look to you, a bitch with no one to control her.” He sneered as he thought he had you cornered. The Little Wolf bristled, readying for the attack of the larger shifter, her snarls starting to build in your chest and escape as you finally revealed your weapons, slicing the tip across the man's face, catching his cheek in a flash, causing him to stumble back in surprise. “You bitch!” He spat while the armor swept across the front of your chest and up around your neck, protecting your throat.

You didn’t give him the time to come at you again, your leg sweeping out to kick at his gut making him double over with his arms wrapped around himself, T’Challa knocked his partner down when the man moved in a rush to help subdue you. He was quickly dropped to the ground while you had your blade pressing against the shifter's neck, pressing the sharp blade in enough to go through layers of skin, your face snarled as it pressed into your attackers. “I don’t need to be controlled.”

The shifter's scent was sour with fear now, the way you had caught him by surprise. Your Little Wolf was ready to rip his throat out, take out the threat. T’Challa caught the man by the nape of the neck and crushed a handful of herbs under his nose; it was luck that the shifter took a deep, heavy inhale, drugging himself. The fumes were pungent as your attacker's eyes rolled and he was out.

“Put the blades away Wolf.” T’Challa rumbled out, leaning down to sort quickly through the men's clothing, making it look like a robbery. “No bloodshed today. They will not remember us and we don't want to alert Ulysses that something is going on.”

You leaned down enough to wipe your blade off and put it away. “What did you give them?”

T’Challa grinned wickedly as he yanked out their wallets, pulling out the cash and ditching the wallets in a nearby dumpster. “We have more than just vibranium in Wakanda. Our land is rich with medicinal plants if you know how to gather them.” You two went back onto the street, weaving among the people bustling. “When they wake, their memory will feel like fever dreams and have a headache that will make them think they went on a bender and got mugged.” The money he took, he slipped the money to another soul on the street who needed it. “They will be so embarrassed that they won’t breathe a word of this to anyone.”

You glanced over your shoulder, making sure no one else was following. “Clever.” You muttered while the two of you blended into the crowd, Okoye soon joined them, ignoring them as if they were no one till several blocks away, having been given the all clear sign and all of you piled into a van tucked away.

“Deal’s in place.” Okoye settled gracefully into a seat while you plopped down, listening to the king and her go over the specifics of when, where, who and how much Ulysses was expecting.

You could feel your Little Wolf getting ready for the hunt.

At any kind of exchange of this magnitude, it feels like it should be late. The night time shadows provide places for the most unsavory to slink through, hiding their intentions till they are ready to pump your system full of poison.

Ulysses set up this exchange at ten o'clock in the morning. The only thing he did like you figured would be to go to a remote location. As the vehicle you were packed into with other panthers let you know, the springs protesting with squeals, you all being jostled in the back. Even T’Challa’s claws were out, digging into the side of the vehicle for stability. Your Little Wolf panted heavily in the muggy heat while you swiped at the sweat creeping down the side of your face.

Okoye was going over the plans, preparing to let you all out well before reaching the destination with the expectation that the group could finish going the last couple miles, with your Little Wolf using her sharp sense of smell to find the compound's location. Ulysses wasn’t an idiot, he would have his own group checking every vehicle, probably with the same skills you possessed. They were ready though, to mask the scent in the truck, Okoye was confident in that.

“Y/N, as fast as you all can travel okay? T’Challa is equipped to listen in when I’m ready for all of you to come in.” The stern general glanced at her king. “You have to let me get at least a hold of the kid he is using and try to hold out long enough to find out where else they are keeping people.” Her eyes roved to everyone in the back of the truck. Some of the fiercest shifters you have ever seen, the Dora Milaje was not a force to challenge. “Do all of you understand the orders?”

A unionized confirmation made you hide a grin, thinking about how your pack mates would be sassing the Alpha right now, but they were as fierce in your opinion as this group. “Y/N?'' Your name came across as having no room for amusement, and you gave a confirming nod to appease Okoye.

“Good! Stop right here.” She thudded against the driver's end wall and the truck came to a screeching halt, jolting you against T’Challa’s firm side. You distinctly heard the rumbling growl come from him in agitation before loosening his claws from the side.

Straightening yourself, you popped out of the back of the truck, listening carefully to the sounds around you. Exotic birds and monkeys screamed overhead, which you were used to by now. Bursts of color rose as whatever flock had roosted overhead. The familiar buzzing of bugs and the chittering of other creatures emitted loud, questioning cries. It wasn't till Okoye climbed out and checked in one last time with everyone before she left that things went back to normal. Still loud, the jungle was much like the forests you missed.

It was when all went quiet did you have to be concerned. Right now, none of you were seen as a threat to the wildlife teaming the area. You hoped that you all could stay that way, it would make your chances of getting to the compound without being caught better.

“Shuri, we are going dark now…” You heard T’Challa informing his sister in whatever device was planted on him. “And you are going to have to quiet down so I can hear Okoye.”

Nakia patted an assuring hand against his arm, leaning up to whisper in his ear. You and your Little Wolf felt a pang at the sight of the couple.

It made you miss Steve, how his presence would have calmed the racing of your heart right now. How he would have checked in with you, his touches would have lingered protectively on you, but it was better. The two of you would have watched each other.

If only he could remember that time as well as you did.

The Little Wolf whined, knowing your distractions could cause you harm. You inhaled sharply, getting to work and pushing your mate from your thoughts.

A glance at T’Challa sets you in motion, your form quick to shed its human form. Nakia grasped at the clothes of those who shifted and stashed away. The ones who remained were poised on their feet, ready to race alongside.

The Little Wolf gave a shake of fur after the shift, releasing any of the pent up energy left. Her nose lifted, sharp in the air to sort through the assault of information provided. The air was heavy and damp, making everything cling in particles wherever the water was. A blessing for a tracker, the scents of man and shifters wouldn't fade nearly as fast unless it rained.

So far the morning sun was shining bright. And she could smell the scent of fear and adrenaline, coating her tongue with a foul taste.

It was enough to make her spring forward as in a chase, following the trail like it was a string, having unraveled. Everyone followed, well behind to not distract her. Except for T’Challa, the man kept pace with you, feet thudding steadily as you darted through the jungle. The animals who claimed the trees screamed at the suddenness you would burst by, followed by a pack of people and black panthers. But they never silenced, they never feared they were being hunted.

It provided enough cover that when you skirted around the first of Ulysses' men, they never expected the king to leap over you in a silent attack or the other panthers to silence them.

Everything about the panthers was stealth while hunting.

Seconds later you skidded to a stop, the King coming to crouch next to you, his hand resting gently on your back to keep you from continuing. “I see them, they are not hiding very well.”

Ulysses had let some of his guard down here, not bothering to hide the massive camp so deep in the jungle. Judging from how far they traveled, Wakanda’s borders were not far away. A couple days away on foot if that.

How could the vigilant panthers miss such a thing?

“Shuri, note our location.” T’Challa muttered softly. “Do you see anything?” His eyes scanned upwards, searching for how they were hidden. You could faintly hear Shuri’s reply in his ear.

“Nothing brother. I will test it out some more. So don’t let anyone shoot down my drone.��

T’Challa cracked a small grin. “I will do my best.” He went silent and you settled down alongside him, focusing on the camp.

From this vantage, it was all so open. People everywhere doing whatever tasks were assigned to them. The stench was almost overpowering. Fear and remnants of blood, it was saturated into the ground the camp was built on, the Little Wolf kept her ears pinned back in unease. Okoye wasn’t all that far away, an appearance of ease as she talked with Ulysses, the General playing her part well. She never once let it be known she was aware they were close. T’Challa kept watch of her, waiting for her signal.

“Impressive.” Okoye’s eyes roamed around the camp while she strode with Ulysses. “Do you move lots of products through?”

Ulysses was cold as he shrugged. “Enough for you to get what you are looking for, I am sure. Come, I will show you what I have for you.” He gestured his hand forward, Okoye hesitated a moment before flashing him a smile.

“Shouldn’t you lead the way?” She glanced around and your fur stood up along your spine, a soft uneasy whine making its way up your throat. Something was wrong, it felt wrong. “I do not know the layout of your camp.”

“And you never will.” Ulysses reached behind him and pulled out a pistol, aimed right for Oyokes chest. From the truck a shot rang out, a scream of the panther driving echoing sharply. “T’Challa thinks he is smart huh?” His voice raised as his finger started to squeeze the trigger, all happening in seconds. “Sending in one of his prized panthers.” The shot rang off, sending T’Challa breaking from cover along with you and the panthers hunting with you.

Okoye was quicker, the shield Shuri equipped her with bouncing off her forearm she shielded herself and her spear was suddenly in her hand, the metal shooting out to form, knocking Ulysses off balance, the gun slinging away suddenly.

The metal over your bracelets swooped over you as more shots rang out, the camp suddenly in full combat mode. Panthers snarled in retaliation as they attacked their targets, sharp claws piercing and slashing up men’s bodies.

T’Challa raced beyond them, Okoye being blown off her feet as a grenade exploded near her and giving Ulysses the chance to evade towards a truck, swinging himself into it to rev the engine.

The shifters still human stayed in the trees, taking aim with specially made weapons to shoot out anything they could.

“Shuri, get that drone on that truck,” T’Challa yelled as he reached his general, helping her to stand.

“I’m fine.” She pushed him away. “Go now. He is close.” Okoye hissed in pain at T’Challa, but he hesitated, unable to leave her just yet.

You weaved through the fighting, searching for the captured shifters in this camp. The few people that took interest in you, noticing you among the chaos were quickly dealt with as you leaped at them, snapping your jaws at throats and ripping them out.

It was brutal, quick, and efficient.

Your nose raced, the smells being sorted in milliseconds till you found what you were looking for.

Fear, blood, metal, bodies. Panthers always had a scent of the deep jungle tops, misty wet and floral scented. All of it tinged with fear, bitter and sour. Your muzzle wrinkled up at it, jogging to a tent.

“Who is that?” Bucky was quiet next to Steve, on the backside of the camp. Steve picked up Ulysses scent in the city and they followed it to this camp. The two of them prowled all night, picking up information about what was going on.

Ulysses was moving shifters through, trucks going in full of shifters they found and leaving in the same way for some other destination. Bucky and Steve were just in the middle of a plan of how to infiltrate the camp when this woman appeared.

Tall and commanding, she had her driver take her through the front without hesitation. Steve couldn’t believe his eyes as to who he saw.

Okoye, and if she was here, that meant the Dora Milaje and possibly T’Challa himself were here. “A panther, that must mean there are others.” He pulled back from his hiding spot and tried to scent them. Something familiar was in the air, drawn to its wild sweetness, but he didn’t have the chance to sort it out when Bucky hissed in surprise.

“They broke cover from the other side of the camp.”

Steve growled at the suddenness of everything going to hell. Bucky was about to take his chance when he grabbed his brother's arm, pausing him. “Go fast, aim with kill shots Buck, anyone tries using trigger words, don’t give them the chance.”

Bucky snarled as he shrugged his arm. “I’m fine Steve.” His eyes were hidden as he stepped from hiding and Steve felt the Alpha shake himself off, dispelling the unease of letting Bucky into this. They had seen him struggle with his control.

<We will stay close> The Alpha assured as Steve bolted out, searching out both Ulysses and Bucky in a sweep of his eyes.

As much as we can. A boom made the ground shake, Steve had to plant his feet as he found where the next threat was coming from. T’Challa stepped out of the unsettled dust with Okoye wrapped in his arm and a truck was squealing away.

<There!>

Got him. Steve bolted in a run, preparing to let the Alpha take over when a streak caught his eyes, low to the ground the wolf traveled swiftly, and he would know that run anywhere. You were tracking among the attacking panthers and that made the Alpha stall.

<What is the Little Wolf doing here?!> Steve changed course, following after you as you approached the tent all the trucks entering the camp earlier would go to.

He was so far away, Steve yelped a warning as you darted inside, knowing that the tent was loaded with guards all armed with various weapons. Steve skidded inside to see you mid-tackle with one of the mercenaries, your strong jaws around the barrel of his weapon, each snarl had you wrenching your head, scraping your teeth against the metal. Just as fast as he noticed you, Steve assessed where the other threats were located- two on one side, rushing out of their chairs where they were playing cards of some kind and another around the back side of loaded cages, bracing his rifle against the top one to take aim and the one you were currently working on disarming.

With a lift of his foot, Steve shoved his foot against a wall of empty cages, sending them tumbling over the two mercenaries scrambling to their weapons, his hand slipping against his chest and yanking out a vibranium dagger he carried on him, a gift from T’Challa the last time he was here. The blade raced true to its target, landing in the rifleman's skull and killing him instantly.

A glance over his shoulder showed you had dragged the mercenary down, unable to withstand your attack anymore while he covered his face with his arms, a weak shield against you. Steve leaped over the cages to grab another mercenary, a punch to his head knocking his senses out and he slumped into dead weight from Steve’s hand. The last one managed to crawl out of the tented area, taking his chances among the panthers. Panting, Steve hauled the last remaining mercenary to one of the cages and slammed him in.

Finally, it was mostly quiet in the tent, the people in the cages huddling in fear, waiting to see what they would do and there you were. Shifted back to yourself blinking at him, the shield wrapped around your body like a second skin, vibrating with whatever power was built into it. The shock was etched on your face, pain and sorrow quickly melded into a rage. You snarled at him. “What are you doing here Steve?”

Steve felt himself rising in the challenge as he stepped around the tossed cages, stalking towards you. You looked as fierce as ever, his Little One ready to battle the enemy, but now it was him you were bracing to go against. Your eyes roved over him protectively, like you were making sure he wasn’t injured in any way but kept your touch well away from him.

“What am I doing here, why aren't you home Little One?” Steve hissed angrily. “Where you are safe?”

You backed a step like you were whiplashed, shaking your head. “You don't get to call me that Steve. It’s also none of your business.”

“Are you alone?” Steve hesitated to take another step forward after you purposely backed away from him, out of his reach. “Why isn’t anyone with you?”

Your chin hitched, your defiant move. Steve could sense you were discussing with your Little Wolf what you must have wanted to share with him. His own Alpha paced frantically because you were so close. Steve tried not to let himself get lost in your scent overwhelming him. It was almost like the first time, heating him from the inside out with the need to be close to you and be able to touch you. <Don’t drive her away Steve.> The Alpha snapped at the man.

“Yes, it’s just me here, I'm alone now Steve.” You finally started, loosening your fighting stance slightly. “The rest of it is my business. Now help me get these people out of these cages if you are going to stay.” The dismissive tone stung Steve and made his chest ache at how hollow you sounded.

You simply turned away from him, walking away to continue your mission.

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Shuri Udaku x Fem!Reader

Genre: A bit of action, romance, fluff

Warnings: slightly mature language, a bit of kidnapping

Wordcount: 3011

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Summary: You decide to visit Wakanda and end up getting kidnapped by someone who tried to hack Griot but the badass bitch you are, you fight them off and teach T'Challa how to play a game. Shuri and you get closer.

A/n: this took me long enough ngl and I'm kinda happy but also kinda not but I still wanted to give you guys some content. Hope you enjoy it.

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„Don’t you think we need some help from one of the avengers?“ asked M‘Baku T‘Challa while they were looking over some plans.

„They don’t prioritise issues around Wakanda, sadly.“ T‘Challa said, shrugging.

But right in that moment, T‘Challas kimoyo beads started to vibrate. He picked up and saw the projection of your head.

„Hey T’Challa my brother, I had the feeling you guys need help?“ smiled the girl at him and made the king laugh.

„Indeed, sisi. Someone stole some of Shuri‘s plans for vibranium weapons from us and they’re trying to recreate them and hack Griot. So someone should be near to spy on us, you know?“ he answered your question and made Shuri and M‘Baku nod.

„Okay, that sounds like quite a big issue. I’ll tell Tony about it and then come see you as soon as possible, okay?“ was the answer while you were already assigning jobs and tasks to people.

„And by the way, how’s my favourite princess doing?“, you asked while handing an assistant some files and T‘Challa pulled Shuri into sight. She only laughed and waved at her friend.

„Good to see that she’s okay. Okay, I’ll have a quick talk to Tony and then message you, yeah T’Challa?“ He nodded and hung up, only to tease Shuri about what just happened.

„Sisi, you’re her favourite princess. I’d be tomato-red if I were yo- oh.“

He looked into her face and realised-

She was tomato-red.

„Does little Shuri miss her so much?“ teased M‘Baku and made her blush even more.

She didn’t answer, was too scared that it would be obvious for her brother and his friend.

After some time, you and your assistant arrived and were greeted by the king, the Dora Milaje, the eldest of the Jibari tribe and T'Challa's mother and queen Ramonda. When the heroine left the jet, she greeted the king with the typical wakandan greeting.

You even learned that for your friends, living in America usually has its effect on people.

Your assistant, Marc, did the same and then you two went to have a little talk to T‘Challa where he informed you about the fact that Shuri is in her lab, if you as an Avenger want to check up on Griot.

When you were walking down the hallways, you even received a light smile from the general of the Dora Milaje, Okoye.

„Good to see you, Y/n. Shuri is still down in her lab.“

„Thank you, Okoye, good to see you too. I hope we can have a talk later tonight.“

You smile at the Dora Milaje and go further your way until you reached the lab, connecting your phone to Griot.

„Princess-“ started the AI to announce but you silenced it just to pull the princess by her waist in a warm and loving hug.

Shuri was very surprised about that but swung her arms around you.

„Hey.“

You gave her a smile when you let her go to what she muttered a small ‚hi‘ back and got comfortable in your presence.

„Are you okay, my friend?“ Asked the older one while eyeing everything she was working on right now.

„It just been a little tough, I’m all good.“ She answered and smiled.

„I’m here for a reason. People want to hack Griot?“ you revealed your matter of concern to her.

„Yeah! Let me show you. I don’t know why I’m not able to fix it but it smells like a bug.“ She explained and showed you the codes on her phone.

„That code looks faulty.“ You explained and started writing new components inside it, same as she scanned the other codes for security breaches and fixed them.

„I think Griot should be safe from hackers from now on, but we still we should find out who tries to get to him from outside the palace.“ You offered.

The questioning look on Shuri’s face told you that the princess didn’t know about this.

„Okay, look. Do you see this code here?“

„Yes! And I didn’t write it. Faulty codes don’t exist for me.“

The way the princess furrowed her brows told the avenger that she really has no idea where it came from.

„I know, someone tries to connect to Griot with modified kimoyo beads. Did you gave some to someone else?“ You asked her while going through all the options possible how someone would hack into the AI but Shuri just shook her head.

„Okay, I will have to talk to Okoye if she‘d be kind enough to send some of the Dora Milaje with me.” While you told her this you stuffed your iPhone back into your pocket and smiled at her.

„You look stunning today, princess. As always.“

The black girl just smiled and some blush crept into her face as she went in for a hug. You took her acceptingly into your arms and caressed her back.

After looking at her kimoyo beads she once again spoke up. “Are you staying for dinner? My brother asked if you want to eat with us.” And when she received a nod from you, she laughed and let you go.

On your way to Okoye you met Aneka and also had a short talk with her, mostly about Ayo and her, how she was doing and if she’s seen her general.

You and Aneka were getting along very well since you did a first visit in Wakanda and she definitely was some kind of best friend you had here.

She was amazing. Showed you around the country, introduced you to amazing people and you had a lot of fun with each other. She was also the one to introduce you to Shuri.

When she opened up to you about her relationship with Ayo she was extremely happy to meet your excited face when you hugged her with the words “I’m so proud of you!”

Little did she know that you also took a liking to women but never mentioned it, people should still be interested in you because of the good things you do and not because of the gender you like.

A bit further in time, you found Okoye in the throne room together with Ramonda and king T’Challa himself, explaining your suspicion to them.

“Then I will join you to make sure you’re not alone.” T’Challa agreed and looked at his mother as if he was waiting for approval which he, after all, got.

Together you once again went down into the lab and started to suit yourself. T’Challa was getting his last upgrades for the suit and you were just mentally preparing yourself with some meditation before you actually suited up.

“Are you ready to go?” now asked the king and meant you to which you agreed. “I’m totally ready” You laughed at him and took your weapon from one of Shuri’s desks and attached it to your leg.

T’Challa was waiting for you in the elevator while you said your goodbye to Shuri, who was now looking at you awaitingly.

You forgot the hug.

After a long time of searching around the city they decided to split up and look in the countryside, which wasn’t the best idea after all. Didn’t they both learn from what we see in horror movies?

I mean okay, T’Challa was safe with the Dora Milaje but the fact that you were alone because you insisted on them staying with their king was just hella stupid.

And you agreed to yourself.

“Stupid decision, Y/n, well done dumbass.” You said to yourself while kicking a rock into what it seemed to be bushes. You used your powers since no one was around to judge you except for the bush, that made a little pained noise.

“Eh- what the fuck, am I mental?” The green scrub moved around and two red eyes focused you.

“Oh holy shit!” came a screech from you as you jumped away from hit. “What the fuck are you now?” It was more of an ironical question because the red eyes implied that the creature you accidentally awoke wasn’t really happy about exactly this. Grabbing a stick that lay next to you, you tried to “defend” yourself with this and waved it back and forth in front of its face.

But the bush’s reaction wasn’t what you thought would happen. “And you call yourself an avenger? You don’t even recognise a villain when he’s standing right in front of you!”

The scales fell from your eyes. You and T’Challa were looking for someone who tried to hack Griot and was a little tech-genius but this creature looked nowhere like this.

All you could do was give the thing a questioning look and hold your stick up high but he slapped it away like nothing.

“You’re not scared? Good, because you’re coming with me.” The person or thing chuckled and pulled you into them with arms that were covered in leaves. The laugh echoed through your head when you tried to get free from the bush with arms and feet, throwing punches here and there and wiggling around like a worm but their hold was firm and strong.

You bet your screaming was heard miles away, loud cries for help when your kidnapper muffled them with some duct tape with which he glued your mouth shut and - as fast as he could - tied your hands together so you wouldn’t be able to use your powers.

You could’ve facepalmed yourself when you remembered that you actually had those powers but couldn’t really use them now. Why were you this clumsy that you forgot about this? It was a misery.

T’Challa was wearing his panther suit just as if it was his daily outfit and that’s what made him hear your scream, his super sensitive panther ears.

He shot up from his crouching position where he was investigating some footprints and looked alarmed around, especially to Okoye and Aneka. They heard the scream too and Okoye was the one to confirm that it was you. As soon as the king saw her nod, he started running, followed close behind by his guards and made his way to your position.

But you were gone.

The only hint he got were the leaves on the ground which they started following.

Your opponent definitely wasn’t afraid of your wiggle in their arms when he pulled his hood off, revealing a man with a beard and the same red eyes that shocked you the first time.

Another man joined him and they laughed before covering your eyes, exchanging a few whispered words that sounded like “I hope the king and princess come get their little special guardian.”

Good for you that your ears were still functioning perfectly but you whished that you could’ve warned Shuri and her brother before they’d fall into the trap just like you did.

And T’Challa wanted to help you but he simply couldn’t because there wasn’t anything expect for the trail of leaves that stopped right in front of him.

His hands brushed over his face and he signed.

“How am I going to tell Shuri?”

“Brother, where is Y/n?” The female spoke as he entered the lab without the avenger by his side and immediately feel guilt spring up in the pit of his stomach.

“I lost her, Sisi.” His head hung low and he didn’t look her in the eye because he was totally aware of the feelings the princess cherished for the other female but his instinct told him that she instantly was worried.

“Listen, Sisi, I’m so sorry. We need to find her.” He exclaimed and took a halt next to her to see if she was furrowing her brows, which she did.

But Shuri was a genius in every way, of course she gave you kimoyo beads. It was easy for her to locate them. She flicked switches and swished her hands up and down on the holographic screen until she stopped.

“The beads are in Tokyo, Japan.” She announced while checking a few stats like your health data and if you were conscious or not, which disappointed her, because you were not. She was worried, hell was she worried about you.

Ever since you came back to Wakanda you were all she could think of, every time she was working on something you came to her mind and she wasn’t able to focus anymore. It’s like a curse and she firstly didn’t know why she would feel this fuzzy and comfy inside every time she saw you but soon she realised, what it was.

The feelings got worse but she never took the chance to confess them to you, which might end to her dismay. All along, when she told her brother he wanted to encourage her about giving it a go and telling you about it but she always refused to, thinking you might not reciprocate and break her heart.

Shuri was always very reserved when it came to her feelings. She buried them deep inside her and she was sure that she wasn’t going to let them out soon but to be honest, T’Challa had her thinking about a confession more than usual. And right in this moment, she regretted not telling you.

Who knows if she’ll ever see you again?

But the amazing brother he was and the fact that he basically had to help you out made T’Challa light up and give out commands to the general.

“Sisi, I’ll find her, I promise.” His smile was wide and true when he opened his arms for his sister to hug him, which she gladly did while muttering a small “thank you.”

But little did he know that you were stronger than what he thought of you since he never worked with you, only met you on a couple of meetings. He didn’t see you in action and he also didn’t know that you were kind of a hot-headed person that would break everything in pieces if someone would enrage you.

Yes, that’s what he indeed saw when he arrived in Tokyo, exactly at the location where Shuri last saw your Kimoyo beads. But the fun thing was that the house you seemingly stayed in was simply blown up. There were bits and pieces of concrete, corpses laying around but T’Challa still hadn’t the slightest idea of what happened and felt a bit guilty.

But when you rounded the corner, wiping some dust off your shoulder, he laughed.

“Something in my face?”, you asked amused.

“Now I know why you’re a part of the Avengers.” He gave you the same smile Shuri saw just some time ago and took you into his arms.

“Glad you’re alright.”

“You shouldn’t worry about me, maybe worry about them.” A chuckle left your lips as you pointed to one of the (almost) dead guards and made him laugh even more.

“Let’s get back home, someone’s waiting for you in Wakanda.” He hinted and you basically assumed it to be Tony Stark, your “supervisor” or what he called himself. But he was just the guy that gave you one of his flats in exchange for you being an Avenger (but mostly because Fury requested it).

The flight was pretty calm and you taught the king how to play UNO!, which was one of your favourite games on long road trips in your childhood. He was fairly amused even though the fact that he wasn’t able to win against you and asked for more and more rounds. He was the brother you never had but always wished for.

The moment where he played his last card and won the game, he told you that you both had to talk about something rather important.

“Are you single?” His sheepish smile was a little anxious, as if he feared the answer the same way his sister did. But your nod made him sigh happily.

“What about Nakia, my king? I thought you still had that liking for her?” You asked, relatively unbothered by his personal question. “Nakia? Oh! No! It’s not for me, it’s for-“

‘Don’t pass on more than she needs to know, T’Challa, don’t.’ He thought to himself.

“-A friend. Yeah, a friend. They were wondering if you’re still on the market.”

And another nod made him the almost happiest man on the planet right now. His sister had an actual chance of courting you.

“Tell them I’m not single but not free, expensive girls, you know?” You smiled to show him appreciation and that he wasn’t too bold with the question.

Shuri had an chance.

And what of a chance she had.

The arrival was pretty common and usual for you, since coming back from missions mostly looked like the team greeting you and being happy about the succeed and even Ramonda took a liking to you so she had to hug you and show you how happy she was about your return.

Shuri was late again since she caught herself up into work as long as you weren’t around but when she got the message that you and her brother returned safely from the mission, she sped up and ran to the hangar, just to greet you.

You looked a little exhausted but still amazing and how she missed you, how she missed the feeling of your arms around her. She started to run into your arms just so that you could catch her and laugh.

While you were having your arms around her waist, she breathed your scent in and let it sink into her core. Here arms were dangling around your neck and her body was warm on yours.

‘This your “friend”?’ you mouthed to T’Challa who just shot you a little smile and left the scenery.

Yes, that’s his “friend”. And how proud he was of himself the entire day after he heard that you spent the night with Shuri-

You could’ve read it off of his face. He was so happy for his sister and knew that you’d take care of her.

Yes, you would. No matter what’d happen.

#black panther #wakanda forever #letitia wright x reader #shuri x reader #shuri x fem!reader #shuri udaku #tchalla #avengers x fem!reader

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Hi! Is it alright to ask to request for a Nakia x widow! reader? Where the reader and her are childhood friends, always telling each other their passions and dreams, and while the Red Room still existed and Dreykov would take little girls to convert them into highly trained assassins, you happen to be one of those victims. And one of the reasons why Nakia became a War Dog was to look for you, to investigate what had happened to you because she knew you weren’t truly dead and T’Challa agreed to help her since he was already Black Panther not to mention he was also close to you. Once they realize you’re under control after you attacked them, they take you to Shuri who manages to get you out of the mind control and take off the tracker in you- but afterwards your stuck with the trauma (much like Bucky) and Nakia never left your side, being there when flashbacks came, being patient with you whenever you’d get frustrated easily or she’d show you Wakanda and reminds you of the parts you’ve gone to whenever you were kids, of the memories you both have created. And for the first time in forever you find yourself having feelings with free will, having feelings for Nakia….you could add on more details if you want. But would you be able to do it? If not, it’s alright🙂 your writing is very good btw

Introspection | Part 1 out of 2

A Red Room Widow Story

Nakia x Female Red Room Widow! Reader

Summary: After hanging out with you as kids, you disappear, and Nakia spends her life trying to find you again. Decades later, she finally finds you, and sees that you're an assasin. A victim of the red room.

Part 2

Angst, Hurt, Mystery,

Word count: 11.1k

Warnings: Depictions of Violence, Mentions Past Abuse, Abuse Trauma, Blood, For Mature Audiences Only

The palace of Wakanda stood mostly still. Only busy in the training rooms and the throne room as the sun began to shower it in light, letting people know that the day was starting.

You stood in front of Nakia, who stood in front of T'Challa; tiptoeing into the throne room that held the king and the other tribe leaders. Nakia breathed nervously as you all stood behind a large pillar that blocked your small figures from view. The breathing was loud, and clearly intentional, as Nakia only let out a laugh when T’Challa poked her to stop.

“Ow!” she whispered, coming closer towards him as a warning to scare the prince. He instinctively backed away, making Nakia smile in contentment.

“Shhh-” you hushed at them, annoyed at the two for doing such a terrible job at being stealth. Movement behind you stopped suddenly and the silence all across the room told you that something was off.

You looked around at the clearing of a throat and a tall figure’s shadow towering over yours. You turned, knowing the figure of the King well enough after so many years visiting the palace.

“K-kumkani T’Chaka. Molo.(K-King T’Chaka. Hello.) “ you crossed your arms in solute and respect while T’Challa did the same, his father scaring him probably more than he did you.

“T’Challa. Y/n.” T’Chaka responded, doing the same.

You raised an eyebrow at only the two names called and looked around only to realise that Nakia wasn’t as quick to comply with the unspoken surrender of your attempted spy work as she was not in her previous spot.

You looked at T’Challa, who was also just as confused as you, and the two of you realised that you had been set up.

“Have you forgotten your manners, Prince. We are busy with important matters that regard the nation. It is no time to be making noise in the throne room, my boy.” He said, placing his seemingly massive hand on his son’s head in a gentler manner than he spoke in.

“Yes Baba. Sorry. It won’t happen again.”

“Oh, it will. With those two by your side, there will always be mischief. Tell Nakia I said hello.”

The king waved you off and let you and T’Challa flee in embarrassment as the Dora Milaje that stood at the door shook their heads, smiling at the two of you.

“That was close, you two.” Nakia came from the wall not even 5 steps from the door, smiling like nothing had happened.

“You are a traitor.” T’Challa said, pointing at her as he walked the two of you to the outside garden.

“Me? What would make you say that, T’Challa? I did nothing.”

You sighed, “Kia, you strayed away from the plan without telling us and let us take the fall. You are definitely a traitor.”

“I was protecting myself. King T’Chaka is scary.”

“Sure, but you couldn’t have warned us when you did it, even though it was your idea to go there?” T’Challa added.

Nakia shrugged, not being able to defend that. The three of you walked around the garden, sitting in silence as you rested from the long week of school. People all around thought that the three of you as a trio were the most chaotic people in the palace, so your quiet moments were a blessing to all. T’Challa was the thoughtful and sensible one, Nakia was the caring but playful one and you were the quiet and patient one that went in between the other two when they bickered, which was often. Nakia liked pushing T’Challa’s buttons and T’Challa had spent so much time dealing with Nakia’s nonsense, he was not as tolerant to it now as before. They bickered like the Jabari Tribe with the rest of the tribes, sometimes.

Nakia picked at the flowers that surrounded you all. You carried them for Nakia when her hands got full and T’Challa just stared out, thinking- as usual.

“What are you thinking about now, Prince of Wakanda?” you asked, less serious now that the earlier adrenaline had faded.

“Do you think father is right? Am I too mischievous?”

“He didn’t say that.”

“I know, but I want to be a fit king one day, not someone who plays all the time. We will be the leaders of the nation at some point.”

Nakia let go of the flowers she held and stepped in front of T’Challa flicking him in the forehead.

“We’re twelve. Trust me, we have plenty of time to dwell on having to lead the nation at some point in our future. We were just having fun.”

“Well…” you said and Nakia groaned knowing you were about to play the devil's advocate as per usual.

“We just interrupted a meeting of national importance. Maybe we shouldn’t do that anymore.”

“Y/n-”

Nakia was about to argue, but an older voice came, softer than the last one that scared you, but still holding much power.

“You definitely shouldn’t do that again.” you all turned and smiled seeing Queen Ramonda, looking as sweet as ever, but still intimidating.

“Ma! Nakia made us do it!” T’Challa said, making Nakia gasp at his sudden betrayal.

“I’m sure she did, son. But I’m not here for that. I was just wondering if you all had plans for today, because we have places to go.”

You stepped up to answer, “Nakia and I are just here for the morning, Queen Mother. We are leaving for my house soon.”

She nodded, happy that she wouldn’t have to ask you to leave. “You should look at the Dora Milaje in training before you go.”

“Why?” you asked.

“The two of you have the potential to be great warriors. It would be an honourable service to the country.”

Nakia nodded hesitantly, biting her tongue as to not disrespectfully reject the idea of being an Adored One in front of the queen.

“Mother, I’m with my friends. I would prefer it if you did your Dora Milaje advertising another time.” T’Challa said, directing his mother to go on with her journey wherever she was headed in the garden.

For a second. You could almost see T’Challa roll his eyes at the woman, and Ramonda clearly saw it too, giving the boy a glare of warning.

“Go get ready, T’Challa.” she said walking off.

The prince turned in the direction of the palace, prompting you and Nakia to do the same.

The three of you separated when T’Challa arrived at his room. He hugged you and Nakia and went in to get ready, while you and Nakia said your goodbyes to the king in the throne room and left towards the river tribe village where you both lived.

“General Nakia of the Dora Milaje.” you tested out, not amusing the other girl.

“I’m not going to be a Dora.”

“I didn’t say you would be. I was just testing the title out. Either way, why are you so annoyed, you act like it's a curse to be a part of the Dora.” you looked into her eyes for an answer, but were met with a blank stare.

“Is it because you know I’m better at fighting than you?” you teased. That peaked her interest, getting her to look at you like you had just told a lie.

“What? I was just stating a fact.”

“You just talk sometimes.” she said, rolling her eyes and walking faster towards your house.

Hours later, you could tell she took it personally.

“Nakia…” you said as you stared at the girl, who shot bullets from her eyes to your body where she stood.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” you asked her, putting your hands into a fist while she approached you slowly.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

The distance that had been between the two of you was taken away when Nakia ran very closely towards you, nearly throwing you off your feet. Her hand came into contact with your arm and her long nails ran down to your hand.

“We said no nails!” you whined while she smirked at you, aiming for your face next.

“We also agreed not to make combat a competition, but somehow you got to do that.”

You rolled your eyes at her petty decision to make a whole thing out of a reckless comment that you made. The girl really took things to heart.

You swiped her hand away when she tried for your face and twisted her wrist, surprising her with a kick to the knees. Seeing her face, your lips parted into a toothy grin as she struggled to get out of your grip.

“See. I was right. I am better at combat.” you repeated your previous comment, feeling proud.

“Y/N!” your mothers voice came from the house, startling you into letting Nakia go, allowing her to regain advantage and pin you down. The impact of the ground left you breathing heavily. Nakia kneeling over you, smiling. You groaned, wanting to curse your mother for sabotaging you.

“That can’t count! She scared me.”

Nakia shook her head, being too prideful to admit that it was an unfair advantage, “There are no rules that state that I can’t use your mother screaming for you to my advantage.”

She laughed as you pushed her off of you, going to see what your mother needed badly enough to ruin your win.

You walked over to the round home that stood only a few metres away from where Nakia laid in victory. You entered the house, looking at the tall woman who looked at you in her typical uneasy way.

“Ma?”

“There’s lunch on the table.Take it, you and Nakia haven’t eaten since dawn.”

Your mother was brief with you, and she looked annoyed. The phone that she kept rang over and over.

Only one person ever called on that phone. Dreykov. A russian, you assumed from hearing him speak it on the phone sometimes.

Your mother starred between you and the phone for the time that it rang, waving her hands for you to stop looking at her and go out with your food. You shrugged, going off to get the food that sat on the table where you usually ate.

Taking yours and Nakia’s plates, you made your way out of the door, seeing that Nakia had moved closer to the door of your house.

As soon as you were out of earshot, your mother answered the incoming call. A pointless wait as her voice projected loudly enough for you to still hear her very clearly at her volume.

“Dreykov!” She pretended to be cheerful. Her conversation proceeded in Russian, which she refused to teach you out of “love and care for your growing brain.”

She always told you that a growing mind didn’t need extra pressure from another language. You had many reasons to differ, considering that she had taught you many other languages. You could tell that she just didn’t want you to know what she said on the phone with the strange Russian man.

“Dreykov!” you mimicked her expression as you handed Nakia her food. She went into a fit of laughter at your scarily accurate impersonation of the woman, taking the plate graciously and beginning to gouge on the meal.

Having less manners with just you around, she spoke with her mouth full. “Who is that anyway?” She asked when you’d sat down next to her and her laughter had subsided. You sat closer to her whispering for precaution, “I’m not sure. Ma argues with him on the phone a lot. Something about me I think. But I don’t know.”

Nakia nodded, pretending to be calm and understanding, but really she found that to be worrying. Shashi, your mother always scared her for some reason. She had a suspicious aura that surrounded her, making Nakia feel like she needed to be cautious around her no matter how nice she seemingly was. It made her feel like she needed to protect you too.

Knowing how sensitive you were about Shashi, she never once brought it up in the years that you had been friends. Instead she was polite and pretended to have the same fondness for your mother as you did.

Shashi was your adoptive mother. She took you in as a baby when your biological mother left you in her home village in the border tribe and fled inland with your father. Although she was from the river tribe, she took you, an orphaned border tribe baby, into her home and had loved you as if you were her own for 12 years, alternating between the river and the border. Nakia felt like this kindness made you sort of blind to the suspicious things about her.

She had a history outside of the country, Nakia knew clearly from the international contacts, but there was a lot missing from her story that nobody in the border lands or the river tribe village would ever tell Nakia about.

Nakia had only seen the woman do good things, so she tried to refrain from saying anything about her feelings towards her to you.

Shashi was always the first to take you and her to places when you wanted, and she cared for you in ways that kept you as her top priority. Nakia cared for you a lot too, and if that meant tolerating a scary woman for the remainder of her life for her best friend, the twelve year old was willing to do it.

You heard your mother speaking, gradually more aggressively in a mix of Russian and English, already imagining that her hands were in fists, but you forced yourself to stop thinking about her and Dreykov, seeing that Nakia stayed silent besides letting out a hum once you had explained.

Nudging yourself onto your friend, your previous playfulness returned. “You know I was about to win, right. My Ma is the only reason you had the chance.”

Nakia’s serious face morphed into a happy but disbelieved one. “The only reason? HA!” she let out a chuckle, more real than the words and you smiled seeing her smile. “Your grip would have loosened soon enough, and I would have done the same thing and won.”

“Your face didn’t seem to think so. You looked quite worried, Kia”

She shook her head in denial, refusing to admit it. “That was my temporary thinking face. I was thinking.”

Seeing your face, she nudged you with her body . Rolling her eyes, “Why do you even care? You want to be a historian out of all things. It won’t matter to you so just let me have the win.”

“Nakia,” you said seriously,”What kind of friend would I be if I let my future Dora Milaje friend think that she won a fight when it was just because of a distraction?” you teased, prompting her to push you harder in annoyance.

“I’m not going to be a Dora!” she groaned.

“I’m just giving you options. You’re amazing at battle and combat, Kia. Use it.”

Her cheeks flushed at that, “I don’t know. I want to help people. People who need it, not just the rich monarchy that are under no threat most of the time.” she said. You let out a fake gasp, and clutched your heart, careful not to make a mess on your clothes.

“Don’t let the elders hear you say that, Nakia.They will say you have insulted great honour and punish the both of us.” you joked.

“I’ll just tell them that I respect the honour but I want no part in it. I just want to do more than that, you know.”

“No, I understand. You’re too good to just guard the palace royals. You have a world to save.”

Nakia smiled, loving how understanding and encouraging you were. She thought you could be much more than a plain old historian, but you seemed to really want to do it, and you supported her outlandish dreams, so she played along. She planned to stick with you if you became anything, really.

“Well yo-”

“-I know I’ve kept her away for twice as long as I said but I don’t think she’s ready! She’s only a child!” your mother’s near yell through the phone rumbled around, probably being heard by most of the village.

Concerned, the two of you stood up and walked into the house with your empty plates.

“Ma?” you questioned as you and Nakia went to wash your hands. You looked at her, wondering what had gotten into her. She never yelled. Ever.

Your mother huffed and hung up the phone only to plaster a smile on her face and go towards the two of you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten the two of you.” she said.

Nakia dried her hands after washing them, looking at you for direction as to what to do. Shashi was having a moment, much like many that she had in Nakia’s eyes, but this one was different.

“Ma… what happened?”

“Nothing,umntwana wam.(my child)”

“Ma?” you tried again.

“Y/n, I said it’s nothing!” Shashi raised her voice.

Nakia watched the showdown of glares that went between you and your mother.

“I-I’m going to go now.”

You looked in Nakia’s way, “ No, don’t. We still have time before sunset.”

Your mother cleared her throat, prompting the both of you to look at her.

“I think Nakia’s right. It’s getting late and she still has to walk home.” your mother said. You looked at her in a confused way. “ She lives less than 5 minutes away, Ma.”

Nakia watched Shashi give you a glare, and decided to start her journey. She got her bag that she came with and greeted your mother.

She hugged you as you stood outside, arms crossed in frustration. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t worry.” you kissed your teeth at that.

Nakia let go, her eyes telling you to fix your attitude. “I’ll meet you at the river in the morning. I promise.” she said.

Holding her hand out, she put her pinky finger out. “Love is beautiful?” she smiled at you waiting for you to respond.

You uncrossed your arms, put out your pinky, smiled, and happily replied, “friendship is better.”

The two of you linked fingers, and gave a half-wakanda salute with your other arms.

Once you let go, Nakia went on her way home.

You turned towards your house when Nakia seemed far enough to be close to her house.

You walked in smiling, ready to apologise to your mother for your sulking earlier on. You were met with her at the door, face tight and sorrowful.

“Get your things. We’re going somewhere, tonight.” she said.

“Where are we going?” you asked, with a bag in your arms, as you walked with your mother. She had rushed you, only letting you get a few of your belongings so that you could leave to go somewhere, but she had failed to tell you where you were going.

“The Border-Lands.”

“Oh.” you said excited. You visited your birth village often, so you were familiar with the Border-Lands. The only difference was that it was never this late when you started travelling there.

“Who are we visiting?”

“Y/n, I don’t have time for questions. We have to get there quickly.”

You wanted to ask why you didn’t just take a quinjet there if it was so urgent, or even an evening train, but you didn’t want to make her more antsy.

You walked with your mother, letting her take your hand as you walked through the different lands towards the border of the country. You took in the darkening night sky, looking at the full moon that followed you as you walked. The wind blew east, pushing you away from your destination.

Halfway there you felt the grip of your mothers hand tighten, and your heart skipped an unexpected beat. You grew more wary of what she was doing, and your gut could feel that something was wrong with your mother.

Memories of Nakia and T’Challa being suspicious of your mother came to mind. They tried to hide their fear for the woman, but it was always obvious. Nakia couldn’t hide her feelings at all. You heard her whisper a thing or two about how scary your mother seemed and how she thought that your mother was strange all of the time, but she never said anything to you directly.

The most you ever heard from her was a few months ago, when you came into the palace just after she and T’Challa had. She spoke in a whisper to him. “I think that Shashi has a secret past. One that not even Y/n knows about. “

“What makes you think that?” T’Challa said

“She just looks dangerous, and I know that she is not the person that she pretends to b-” you walked in at that point and she had stopped talking, going in to hug you like nothing had happened.

You went along with it, understanding why she didn’t think she could tell you about her thoughts. You didn’t believe them and it would be a waste of time trying to convince you of anything.

The only thing that ever made you want to confront her about it was the looks she gave her when she thought you weren’t looking. She looked scared straight.

You didn’t think that your mother was scary but the memory of her looking at her like that made your heart pound at the tightness of her hand around yours.

At the beginning of the Border-Land Village, your heart raced in dread and you had to ask again.

“Ma…where are we going?”

She sighed, finally looking at you for the first time. Tears developed in her eyes as she stopped and held on to your shoulders.

“Y/n, you know that I love you, my child.”

“I…do.” you hesitated.

“Well, I’ve done some bad things in my past. Very bad things. I come from a place nobody should ever be. I grew up there and when I was finally old enough, I was given the option to leave. I left, and I was free, but it came at a cost.” Her grip was inescapable now, and you felt your other hand reaching to try and slip out of the grip.

“Ma?” you asked.

“Y/n, I’ve made some bad decisions.”

The two of you got closer to a large object, one that looked oddly similar to something you had seen on tv.

“Ma! What’s going on?!”

“Please understand that I had to, Y/n. I had to.” with that she took your arm and used it to lift you up. She threw you onto her shoulder and bolted towards what you now saw was a helicopter that held a man in it.

“Let me go! Ma!” you protested, trying to get her to let go but she was strong. A lot stronger than you would have ever assumed. She was a tall woman, sure, but she had always played a very frail role. One where she could never have lifted you up, but she did it so effortlessly now.

You scratched her all over, using your teeth and nails to dig in wherever you could.

The helicopter came into full view, and a pudgy white man smiled obnoxiously as he approached you and Shashi.

You could feel that your energy was lowering, the walk having tired you out already.

"There she is!" He laughed out as she finally let you down but kept you in her grip.

"This is the final thing I will do for you. I'm done after this." Your mother said, looking directly at a large bag that he held.

You exchanged a look with him. The brief second of eye contact sent chills down your spine.

"You made this decision, not me." He threw the bag at her and it landed on the floor.

She stared it down, as if analysing if he was being truthful.

"Open it."

He grew confused, "Do you really think I would trick you, Sashi?"

You looked at Shashi, growing more scared that the content in that bag was only made of wrongdoing.

She spoke in Russian, directing him towards the bag.

He grumbled, but relented and walked to the bag, unzipping it to show dozens of wads of cash stuffed inside.

Seeing this, the grip on you was immediately released and you were practically thrown to the man.

You left no time to spare, and tried to make a run for it. You escaped him easily but she was quick to chase you down to the ground.

"Y/n. Don't fight this!"

"I TRUSTED YOU!"

"I'm sorry." She attempted while she held you down as you kicked and screamed.

"YOU PROMISED YOU'D TAKE CARE OF ME!"

"I DID!"

"YOU JUST SOLD ME!" You hand slashed her face and your nails dug in hard. 4 lines of blood dripped down her face, symbolising every nail besides your thumb, which left a bruise.

A hand touched her face, and when she saw the red, she lost it.

Grabbing you straight by the arms, she threw you off the ground, and into the man's arms. He shot your restless body with something. A sedative, you realised.

A single tear fell as you looked at her, "I'll never forget!"

She mouthed something, but you were in the vehicle before you could see, going for your necklace, you realised that it was gone. You'd lost the matching necklace that you had gotten with Nakia.

The tears started to flow, your need for saving, setting in.

'Nakia was right.' You thought.

Slowly fading out of consciousness, the man turned to you as you sat in the helicopter and you flew off.

"My name is Dreykov."

The Next Day…

Nakia woke up with dread. Her heart pounded through her chest and her breathing was fast and constrained. Her body felt uneasy and her head was cloudy. She couldn't help but feel like there was something off.

Staring into the sun through the window, her skin absorbed the little energy that it gave her. Then it clicked. THE SUN. Why was it out? What time was it? Looking at the clock on her beads, she was indeed late.

She threw her sheets off of herself and rummaged around getting ready to go to the river. It was headed to midday already, and you had agreed to meet before the sun even rose. She knew you would be upset, if you were still even there.

“Mother, why didn’t you wake me up? You knew I was going to the river today” she complained to her mother when she finally left her room- ready to leave. She went to the kitchen to pack food. She took only the things she knew that you loved, knowing that she would need to butter you up if she were to arrive so late.

“This child,” her mother said to herself. “I woke you up and you shrugged me off and told me to go.”

Nakia took no time to argue with her own mother, needing to go to you before you forced her to admit that the previous day had been a faulty win just for you to forgive her.

“Bye, Mother.” she said, rolling her eyes at the woman’s smirk.

Nakia tied the large bag that she carried to her side and ran to the river, needing to save time. The trip wasn’t long on foot for a growing teenager, but it still left her winded by the time that she had arrived at the East edge where you would usually meet.

To her disappointment, you were not there when she arrived. She looked around to see if you had possibly hidden to scare her at the split second like you did sometimes. You weren’t behind any trees, nor had you travelled north of the river to fish while waiting. You hadn’t even gone for a swim in the river, the shore having no trace of recent steps besides Nakia’s.

“Y/n!” Nakia attempted to get your attention. Maybe if she declared her apologies publicly you’d stop messing with her.

“I know I’m late. You can come out now. It won’t happen again.”

“She’s not here, Nakia!”

Nakia turned to see Sumbeh, a village elder fishing on a boat nearby. Nakia grew saddened that you had decided to leave but she understood. She would meet you at your house.

“Did she go back home or towards the palace?!” she yelled out towards him.

“She never came,Nakia! I’ve been here since before dawn and I didn’t see her here not even once!”

Nakia’s eyebrows creased together and she audibly huffed out. “Thank you, Uncle!” she said, not trying to show her concern to him. He was a busy man who was on the brink of retirement. She didn’t want to put unnecessary stress on an old man’s heart.

Taking her bag, she walked from where she came from, but hesitated when she needed to turn to go to your house. Her head told her to run when she approached. A foul stench came from the inside of your home through your window. Alcohol.

She went up and knocked on the door, waiting for whoever was even still alive in a place that smelled like a dead person. Shashi was quick to open the door in an antsy manner, only to breathe out seeing that it was only Nakia.

“Oh um- Molo Ma’Shashi. Is Y/n home? I missed her at the river and Sumbeh said that she never arrived in the first place.”

“She’s not here.” the older woman croaked, voice hoarse and wobbly. Only then did Nakia look up properly to see the state of the woman. 4 large swollen scratches on her face.“Ma’Shashi, are you okay? Do you need me to come in?”

The woman shook her head. “I’m fine, child. Now, go. Y/n isn’t here.”

“Do you know when she will be back? I bought good food and I can’t eat it by myself.”

That struck a nerve with the drunk, “Go eat that with T’Challa. Y/n will be gone for a while. Go! GO!” she screamed, scaring Nakia off.

“This woman.” Nakia said, rolling her eyes while walking away. “I was just asking a question. So rude.”

Nakia felt something was off, and she wouldn’t let it go that easily, but if going to the palace would take her away from Shashi, she would take the day off and ask you what was wrong with her when you came back.

On Monday the next day, you weren’t at school in the morning, and Nakia was forced to sit with the kids that didn’t even like her. She sat in her first class, Writing, and started her essay on her favourite new piece of technology for kids.

‘My favourite new piece of technology for kids is… Y/n is so inconsiderate sometimes. I went to her house and had to face Shashi by myself and she didn’t even try to find me yesterday.

I love it because… I love the girl, but she needs to warn me when that woman drinks.

I would make it at… Let me stop complaining, she’s not the person I’m mad at really. I’m angry at T’Challa. He clearly cheated while we were sparring yesterday. General Zola scared me with her training voice and I got distracted. Maybe that is how Y/n felt. I’ll have to apologise to her. Whenever she shows up of course.’

Her writing was cut short when the teacher cleared her throat and called for the class's attention.

“Everyone. Your parents are coming to pick you up early today, as we are cancelling the rest of this week’s lessons due to some unfortunate news that they will explain to you at home,” she started, “Everyone will wait here until their parents come and then those of you who...”

Nakia had turned to face up to listen but her mind zoned out halfway through. Class had never been cancelled before.

As the teacher spoke, she specifically looked at Nakia, giving her eyes full of sorrow. Nakia looked down feeling that the stare was becoming unsettling.

While the others celebrated, she sat, plotting the speech that she was going to give you when you were back. She wanted to reprimand you about abandoning her so suddenly, but she knew that she couldn’t stay mad. Her mind occasionally swayed in the direction that thought that something must have been wrong, but her head told her not to worry.

Time came and went and her mother hadn’t come to pick her up. The clock had nearly reached noon by the time that Nakia was left alone with only the teacher there, everyone having gone with a guardian or with someone they knew.

“Nakia…” Ms. Lenowa called, waving her over to her desk. Nakia groaned and dragged her feet to the teachers desk. The day was getting hot and she just wanted to be home playing.

“Your mother is about to arrive now. We are going to take you somewhere and talk.”

“Why? Did I do something?”

“No, but what we need to discuss is very important and will be big news for a young child like you. We want you to be with people that you trust when you find out.”

Nakia sighed, “Okay.”

In no more than another hour, Yaa had arrived and she and Ms. Lenowa were taking Nakia into the river tribe village.

They travelled to the edge of a river, to a section that was unoccupied. Yaa laid down a blanket and let Ms.Lenowa sit, as well as Nakia, before also sitting down facing Nakia.

“Mother, what is going on?”

“Nakia…my child.” her mother took a shaky breath, ”Do you know why we never moved out of the village to go to the city despite me working there?” Yaa paused, but not long enough for her to respond.

“It was because I saw how much you loved being close to the river with Y/n.”

“It reminded me of the childhood that I had with Owa.” she looked at Ms. Lenowa, or Owa, the best friend that she had grown up with.

“We used to play on this side of the river, where nobody could disturb our play. We would laugh together, just like you and Y/n. Watching the two of you grow up I loved watching the two of you build that bond.”

“Mama, what’s wrong?” Nakia wiped a tear that fell down Yaa’s face as she thought back to her earlier days.

“Nakia…” Owa took over, seeing as her friend wasn’t ready to say the words. “Shashi called today. She told us some bad news.”

“What?”

“Y/n… Y/n’s no longer with us. She has gone to be with the ancestors.”

Silence filled their surroundings, and the moment was still. Yaa let out a sob at the words, seeing her daughter’s mind searching for any appropriate answers. She immediately went to hug her daughter.

“No,” Nakia breathed out, her tone in complete disbelief.

“If she’s with the ancestors then she’s dead. She can’t be dead Ma. I just saw her a few days ago. She was fine. How can she be dead?”

“She’s dead, my love. I’m sorry, but it’s true.”

Nakia threw herself off of her mother, standing up off of pure adrenaline. Tears fell and her throat grew tight. Her skin began to crawl and her body came to a defence.

“No, Ma! Don’t say that! She can’t be dead! She can’t just be alive one day and gone the next. That’s not how it’s supposed to work!”

“Nakia, please!”

“No Aunty, Owa! She’s not dead! I’ll ask her mother myself. She’s got to be wrong.”

“Don’t Nakia. The woman is grieving.”

‘She can’t be grieving, because if she’s grieving then I’m grieving but I’m not grieving because she’s not dead.’ Nakia thought as the tears intensified.

“Nakia? Are we understood?”

“Yes, mother.”

The two women let Nakia stand in her world, staring into the river. Nakia stood, watching as the river grew colourless, as well as the grass, the trees. In just a few minutes her world lost its colour. Everything real seemed fake and everything that should have been fake was somehow real.

There was no way that you were dead. You had a better chance at being Black Panther than dead. And although Nakia didn’t know if this was just denial speaking, she knew that she wasn’t dumb. Things weren’t adding up.

Days later, Nakia stood in King T’Chaka’s arms. While a few steps away T’Challa stood in Ramonda’s arms as they all looked out into the garden. They then sat on the ground, looking at the view, as tears fell down all of their faces, even the King.

News had travelled quickly, and everybody around seemed to know about your untimely death. Shashi was on the national news ready to spread the lies that she had found you dead at her home on Sunday morning. The whole of Wakanda felt pity for the single adoptive mother that was also a friend of the royal family.

Nakia was quiet as she watched the news initially in her mothers arms at home, but as soon as she was taken to the palace and was able to escape, she was very clear about her speculation.

She had cried out to the royal family, telling them that something was severely wrong; that Shashi was up to something. Ramonda had stopped her rambling, hugging her and allowing her to breathe and calm down.

T’Challa had been with T’Chaka when the 4 got together, and he had clearly also been crying. Nakia tried once again to explain what she thought was going on, but her words clearly got to T’Challa and he lashed out at her.

Ramonda took T’Challa while T’Chaka took her and they sat on opposite ends, doing nothing.

Nakia cried. First because she had upset T’Challa, then because nobody believed her, and finally because she was starting to think that she was the crazy one.

“I’m sorry for upsetting him. I just wanted him to know that I think something is wrong.”

“What do you think is wrong Nakia?”

“Shashi, my king… I don’t have proof but I have this bad feeling about her, and I had a terrible dream that Y/n screamed for her a few nights before she died.” Nakia choked at the words ‘died’, not having said that in reference to you yet.

“Is she really dead, T’Chaka?” she asked him, trusting him more than anyone at that point, “Or am I just crazy?”

T’Chaka sighed, not knowing what to say to the twelve year old that seemed to have the worst case of denial in the eyes of her mother. He wanted to say that she was right, but that would only stir things as a king, and he didn’t need that.

“I think that we have to accept some of what has been proven to us in this life Nakia. We cannot reverse death.” she deflated at his words but then he leaned in and whispered, “but I also think that you should never ignore signs and gut feelings because in them lay warnings and hidden truths.

I can’t tell you that Y/n is alive because that would be lying, but if you have a feeling that there are some pieces missing from this, then I say go look for them.”

Nakia nodded, taking that as a hidden message for her to keep looking into Shashi and her hidden past.

“Thank you. I think I’m going to go home. Just to help my mother with the funeral plans.”

The king nodded and let go of her, looking down at her with eyes of compassion but also of warning. Knowing Nakia, T’Chaka knew that she would go searching where danger lay.

“We’ll see you there.”

Nakia nodded again and turned, walking out of the garden passing by T’Challa who still looked quite distraught.

“I’m sorry.” she mouthed to him, before greeting Ramonda and going home.

It was agreed that your funeral would be held in the Border-Lands, where you were born. Too many people were there in Nakia’s eyes. People who were never there for you in your real life.

Nakia had anger in her more than sadness as your coffin was brought out by random people that were supposed to be family but clearly were just Shashi’s old friends.

Nakia observed how 4 of these people held up your supposed body in the coffin, while there really only needed to be 2 doing it- telling from the distributed weight that was being carried by all 2. You were nearing your teenage years, your body would never be that light when included with the weight of the actual coffin. Nobody else seemed to notice that.

The coffin was clearly too small to have ever fit your body if it had ever been put in there too, and nobody seemed to point out how if you were to be put in that coffin, your feet and a large chunk of your leg would have been left with no space to fit.

Nakia knew that it wasn’t paranoia with the coffin. You were too tall to fit in it, and for Shashi to not even try to lie well was just a different level of disrespect from her.

Nakia hadn’t spoken to her since the Sunday when she found her drunk. Yet another thing that didn’t add up. If you had died that Sunday morning, why hadn’t she mentioned anything to her. Or better yet, why had she lied and said you were just gone when you were really dead.

The woman’s story never seemed to add up, yet she sobbed her eyes out as the funeral went on, and she cried when you were lifted into a quinjet.

Nakia watched as the woman looked like her world had shattered, yet still she couldn’t seem to feel sympathy for her.

On the other hand, T’Challa kept to himself as he cried next to his mother and father, choosing to still not talk to Nakia after the palace events.

Yaa wrapped her arm around Nakia for most of the ceremony, but left once help was needed to set up the celebration portion of your funeral, where your life would be talked about all around and your life would be commemorated. While more people went inland, Nakia stood still where she was.

Footsteps approached and Nakia looked to her left, only to see the woman she despised most.

“Shashi.” she said, not bothering to show any form of respect.

“Nakia, your mother tells me that you have some things that you want to say to me that I should be prepared for.”

Nakia looked up at the woman with the still fresh scars covered by makeup. She wanted to ask what happened but she knew that the woman would lie.

“Not really.” but then a thought crept up in her head, one that she couldn’t let go of.

“Actually… I have one question. Who is Dreykov?” the older woman immediately tensed, eyeing the girl like she’d sworn.

“Nobody that you want to know, little girl.”

Nakia grew more confident that he was involved. “She’s not dead, is she?”

“She is gone, Nakia!”

“Say the words and I’ll believe you. Say Y/n is dead and I’ll leave it.'' Nakia looked for any sense of honesty in the woman's eyes. For anything that could help her find you or at least find out what happened to you.

“She is gone.” Shashi said, and then proceeded to walk to where the others were.

Nakia turned and walked the other way, not wanting to be near people who wouldn’t help her. Her evidence was piling up and soon she’d have you with her.

With her head held down, she thought back to the happy last day that the two of you had. And all of the ones before that. The laughs that her mother said resembled her childhood days.

Tears formed for the first time through the whole day. What if she didn’t find you? She needed you to be back with her, because you were the one who was with her for her favourite memories. Memories that she didn’t have enough of. She cried thinking of how she wouldn’t be able to make more memories with you. She needed more time with you.

‘Love is beautiful.’ she thought to herself. Your voice rang in her ear. “Friendship is better.” you said in her head. Just as she heard your imaginary voice, a glimmer came from the ground, and Nakia finally became aware of what she saw.

It was a necklace. Your necklace. And it was covered in blood, much like the ground that surrounded it.

Someone had clearly tried to hurt you. But it had to be someone you trusted, because there was only blood at that specific point.

She picked up your necklace, and placed it in a pocket, before going back to her mother, making sure to mark where she found it so she could come back.

5 YEARS LATER

“SHASHI, OPEN THE DOOR NOW!” Nakia screamed as she pounded on your childhood home’s door, demanding to see your mother. She’s been waiting for over an hour, screaming for the constantly drunk woman to open her door so that they could have their monthly, scream off where Nakia pried for more information on your disappearance.

Shashi hadn’t ever really agreed to these conversations, but it had become a new normal for the two. Every month, Nakia would come banging on the door with new questions that she would ask the older woman, who always refused to answer them. Every now and then, she would slip up and give Nakia a piece of information that was either extremely useful or completely useless. It just depended on what time of the day it was, and how drunk Shashi was.

Nakia had tracked the two constants and figured out that she got the best information in the morning before the sun had struck 12 o’clock, but only on days where the woman was extremely drunk.

The door swung open and the drunkest drunk of Wakanda came out of the door, hobbling around.

“WHAT?” she yelled, leaning towards Nakia and nearly tripping over her own feet as she moved. Nakia barged into the house, her mind set on finding physical evidence without the woman being able to fight.

Just as she predicted, the woman barely noticed how Nakia moved from the door to the inside of the house,as she still stood looking out with anger like someone stood in front of her.

Nakia put down her bag and began the rummage. She went through your room years ago, so there was no point in trying that again, but now she targeted the older woman's things.

She had only 2 minutes at most before Shashi sobered up from the bright sun and found her out.

She looked for documents, phones, or any form of evidence that would help her find the people that she needed to find. She knew that you were taken out of the country. A discovery that was made only weeks after your funeral. She knew that you fought, and she knew that you weren’t told about it, because all of your stuff remained neatly in your room.

If Shashi wasn’t so troubling to deal with, Nakia would have just reported her to the authorities, but with little physical evidence, people would just think that she was having another denial breakdown like she had a few years before. She needed to find something that could either help find you or at least get Shashi prosecuted.

Something like the phone that she used to use when she talked to Dreykov. Nakia searched the room specifically for that, but it was nowhere to be found, something Shashi had probably discarded after committing her crimes.

The sound of a groan told Nakia that her time was up, the drunk was going to kick her out and continue drinking. The drinks never finished and the house smelled like somewhere where humans weren’t supposed to live.

“NAKIA! If you want to be a spy so badly, why don’t you become a war dog! Do the nation some good, instead of disturbing my peace.!” the woman wobbled into her room, with a fresh glass of whatever she mixed together to make sure she was knocked out before sundown.

“There is no peace here, Shashi. Only alcohol, that you never seem to run out of.” Nakia joked, receiving a glare from its intended target.

“Okay, sorry. Low blow, I just wonder how you afford all the alcohol when you haven’t worked since her death.”

“Ahh-ssah-sin muu- neee.” Shashi stuttered.

“What?”

“ASSASSIN MONEY, now get out of my house, before I tell your mother that you are harassing me again.”

Nakia rolled her eyes at the threat. The great angry Yaa was Shashi’s only escape. If her mother finding out that her investigation was still going on didn’t scare her so much, Nakia would have ignored the woman and continued pressing the issue, but it wasn’t important. She had gotten something. Assassin money. That had to be about Dreykov. So it was good enough.

“Fine, I’ll go. And maybe I will be a war dog. It would surely help stop people like you from selling children!” She covered her mouth at the realisation of her words mixed with the nod of shame that Shashi took.

“No-you sold her?!” Nakia looked at the woman, “YOU SOLD HER!”

“Nakia. GO!”

The teenager walked out, tears of both dread and fulfilment developing. She had finally started to figure it out, so she could find you. But you were sold, and who knew if you were still alive.

She immediately ran towards the palace, needing the best technology that she could get. Nobody minded her as she passed them by, running like she had places to be. That had just been the way Nakia acted most of the time since your funeral. She travelled like she always had to be somewhere. Like she was trying her best to escape the world that she lived in.

As she arrived, T’Challa stood in a room full of all the evidence Nakia seemed to have collected over 5 years. She had called along the way to tell him to review the old evidence. He had finally gotten onto talking to Nakia, after 2 years of not talking, and although he had doubts about Nakia’s half-decade-long obsession, he was always willing to help.

Nakia greeted him and then swiftly moved on to write down “assassin money,” on one of the holographic documents she had open.

“Assassin money?” the prince asked.

“That’s what I got from Shashi today. It has to be about Dreykov. I just know it.”

“Nakia, you talked to a regularly drunk woman at the height of her drunkenness. Are you really willing to believe that anything she says at this point would be valuable?”

“Yes.” Nakia said, moving herself around to another section of the room.

T’Challa sighed, seeing that he would have to have the conversation he didn’t want to have.

“Nakia…don’t you think that maybe you could be overthinking it?”

“How so?”

“Nakia, are you sure that you didn’t just get the measurements wrong on that day. You were young and it was your first big loss, what if you were just seeing things wrong and all of this is just you pushing the false evidence.”

“Do you not want her to be alive?”

“I do! I do…but there is a major difference between wanting and believing. I can want her to be alive without believing that she is.”

“ Well she is.” Nakia walked away from him, her mood suddenly more ruined now than when she spoke to the drunk.

“Nakia, i didn’t mean it like that.” the prince said, feeling like he did at 12, “She was my friend too. And if you think that she is alive, then I do too. I’ll help. Whatever you need, except helping you terrorise her mother.

I can’t do that, I have training.” he said the last part with a smirk.

Nakia shoved him and he laughed, allowing her to join. T’Challa loved poking fun of Nakia’s monthly meetings with her top suspect.

With the new evidence however, Nakia could feel herself making a decision on her life.

“I think I’m going to become a War dog.”

18 years later…

2 decades had passed since your disappearance, and many people had forgotten. That’s how it felt to you. An assassin whose only job was to kill who Dreykov told you to kill and leave no traces when you left.

Over twenty years of control, abuse and misery that was buried deep within yourself. Your mind constantly forgetting the bad memories while you worked. There was no place for guilt or regret of fear in an assassin’s life. You had to get the job done and pretend that nothing happened.

But when you got to go back to your house, the one that Dreykov gave you when you graduated out of the red room as the top assassin of your group, all that you did was try to think of those memories again. You wanted so badly to retrieve them from your head and remember what life was like before this, before your mother sold you. But you became less good at remembering and a lot better at forgetting. And with the new trackers and controllers that Dreykov had improved to keep the Widows in line, you never had much time to do so.

At the house, you were given time to eat, sleep and train. Right before he would send you out to kill. It was better treatment than most widows, as you didn’t have to go back to the red room to train, or to do anything. It was a part of a deal. One that you made more than a decade ago, when you had taken your place as the best assassin in widow history. After killing the president of a country that you no longer remembered, Dreykov granted you one gift, and that was to never have to see the room, or anyone from it ever again. You would work alone. No partners and no distractions. It was a deal you felt proud of, none having gotten one like that before.

You travelled the world and shot the most sinister, important people in many countries. Some who were evil, and some who Dreykov was paid to kill for fun.

You never asked questions, nor did you really care at that point. You thought you were happy, or at least less stressed than you used to be.

Over 20 years and it was yet another day where you were to kill someone for the fun of one of Dreykov’s clients soon.

It was farther, in a different country, so you’d have to wait to fly over before you could hatch out an appropriate plan of action. So you decided to take a break. The only break you knew. Ballet. You went to the studio in your house and put on your ballet slippers. They were worn out, unusable really, but you used them to train yourself to stand stronger than the average ballerina. You were taught to be the best performer, even if that meant that you were to dance on worn out shoes that hurt you.

You started your music, and began to dance. The routine was tight, and lacked error. Your technique, even in the presence of nobody, was like that of a dancer performing in front of a stage of thousands of people.

The only problem was that you weren’t alone. You could feel it. Someone’s eyes were on you. You approached the studio window and closed it, leaving the room to close every other window and curtain in the house so that you could inspect what was going on from the camera’s outside.

It looked like an assassination was coming early.

Nakia looked through the window and then immediately closed it when she saw the face. Your face stood across the street of the fairly abandoned neighbourhood in Italy. Your face just as beautiful as she remembered it to be, only less happy.

“T’Challa. She’s there. I just saw her. We found her.” she whispered to the black panther through her ear piece.

“Are you sure?” he asked, in the next room looking for the same thing that Nakia was. You.

“Of course, I’m sure. I’ve been looking for 23 years. I think I'd know if my life’s mystery had finally been solved.” Nakia said, annoyed at the question but also so relieved to see your face. It was only for a split second, and it had only been a glimpse but it was more than she had gotten since she was a child so she would take it.

She was so preoccupied with her thoughts, she didn’t realise that T’Challa had come back into the room she was in, and he was worried.

“Nakia, somebody just left that building, and they do not look like they were ready to give us any hugs of rejoice.”

Before anything could register, an explosion hit the building and Nakia and T’Challa went running out. T’Challa switched into his suit and grabbed Nakia, jumping down to the ground floor and then putting them down so that they could make a run for it. Smoke filled the premises and shots fired all around.

Nakia screamed as a bullet nearly hit her, only for it to only graze her arm.

T’Challa turned to you and saw that it was definitely you. Or at least somebody that looked exactly how you looked as a child just in adult form.

He took the bullets and used the kinetic energy absorption in his suit to send his own explosion towards you, knocking you off of your feet.

“Y/n!” He said as he looked at you, shocked that you were attacking them.

“Y/N!” Nakia ran to you on the ground, still in shock from the impact that the black panther suit had. You had never been knocked off your feet before, and you weren’t used to it.

“Y/n, what’s going on?” came dreykov’s voice in your ear, his tracking and controlling system catching that you were in hot waters and letting him know to check what you were doing as your next assassination was only scheduled for a few days from then.

“Nothing master. "You said in Russian, Nakia recognised it since she had learnt it as a war dog. She looked at T’Challa as she sat down next to you, and they both knew that you were not alone to your own thoughts.

You lifted your hand to your forehead and felt blood, your blood, on your hands. That was another first. Ready to grab Nakia by the neck and make her pay for ruining your perfect performance and then injuring you, you brought your hand to it, but you jolted at the intense shock that went through your body,

“What did you do?!” T’Challa yelled at Nakia, while coming to the two of you.

“I shocked her with my beads.” she said plainly, allowing her and T’Challa to lift you up and take you onto the hidden quinjet on the roof that had been in the sky for hours, waiting for you to be identified.

“Are you sure that this is a good idea? To take her back to Wakanda now. Did you see the way she spoke? She was talking to someone,Nakia. They could be controlling her. We can’t risk taking her back for them to follow.”

“So what do you suggest we do then, Prince.” Nakia rolled her eyes at the man trying to delay your homecoming. T’Challa sighed and got up to make a call, while she stared at you, holding your hand as you stayed unconscious.

“I’ve found you.” she whispered, letting the tears fall freely now.

“After all of these years, I've finally found you, Y/n. I wasn’t crazy.”

“You weren’t.” T’Challa said as he got back, coming towards the two of you as he went to hug his emotional friend. Over the years that he had been involved in helping find you, even he thought that what they were doing was crazy. But Nakia never did, and he could tell that Nakia really loved you during that time. She still told stories of your childhood together being the mischievous trio that interrupted the morning meetings.

Now all three of you were grown up, and there you were. Laying in front of him when he was sceptical for so long. He also breathed a sigh of relief knowing that his friend was back.

You all sat there for a few hours, while Nakia had to shock you a few more times, as they waited, but soon enough, another quinjet landed on the roof in secret, and the young yet brilliant Shuri came into the building holding a case.

“Shuri!” Nakia called as the girl got to them, and knelt, looking at the woman that she had heard so much about but had never met. She was in just as much shock as T’Challa had been, as most people truly believed that you were dead.

Shuri got to work, opening her case and spraying you with a red dissolving powered spray that made your face twitch, and your body become at ease.

The two non-science people looked at Shuri with questions in their eyes.

“It deactivates mind control.” she said. She got to work patching up your head wound.

5 minutes passed before you started to become conscious again, and when you opened your eyes to the three people that stood in front of you, and when you didn’t hear the voice that corrupted your brain, tears formed instantly.

“Kia…” you choked out at your best friend, now a woman looking at you with tears in her eyes.

You then looked to your left and saw your royal friend, “T’Challa…you’re the Black Panther, now.” He nodded and shed a tear himself, seeing your face express itself just like it used to.

You then looked at Shuri, feeling bad that you couldn’t name who she was.

“I’m Shuri, the one who decontrolled you. I’m T’challa’s sister.”

Your mind was overwhelmed, not only by the fact that T’Challa now had a sister, but by the fact that she had taken you out of Dreykov’s control.

Instinctively, you looked for a sharp object and stabbed your leg.

“What are you doing?!” Nakia screamed, wanting you to stop.

Removing the tracker chip that was inserted into your leg when you got to the room, you showed it to them before destroying it. Shuri was quick to help you wrap your leg while you just looked at everyone that was around you.

Your smile was slowly fading, and by the time that you were taken onto a quinjet with Nakia and T’Challa and his sister took the other one, your face had completely fallen and your breathing had turned uneasy.

“Y/n, are you okay?” she said. Seeing you fidget. You nodded, having no words for her, yet so many questions.

Hours later, the quinjets had landed, and you were back where you were born. Where you grew up. Where you were sold.

“I can’t be here.” you said stuck in your position sitting in while Nakia tried to take you out into the palace.

“Will he come for me?”

“No he won’t, y/n. He can’t do that anymore.” Nakia said, approaching you.

Not convinced, you stood to start the quinjet again. Ready to fly to the red room yourself before he could come and take you himself.

Nakia saw the panic attack coming, and came to you immediately.

“Hey, breathe with me…” she let you follow her breathing for a while before continuing, “ He will not come for you again, Y/n. Nobody will. I promise.”

Those words brought back pictures. Ugly ones. Of you in the red room. A gun in your hands, imagining the people who hurt you as you shot. The sudden image scared you, and you broke down crying. You let Nakia hug you, and soon you refused to let go of her. She held you, and rubbed your back as tears fell down both your faces.

“I’m home.” you cried.

“You’re home now, Y/n. And I’m here for you.”

The night sky glistening in Wakanda, as you slept in Nakia’s arms refusing to let her go, after Shuri had done some tests on you to see that you were in good condition,

T’Challa’s footsteps felt loud as he approached the house where it all started, his first trip there since months before you disappeared.

He knocked on the door firmly.

“Shashi! It’s T’Challa. Open the door!”

The house smelled better than Nakia used to describe it, no alcohol was being consumed now seemingly.

The door opened and Shashi’s frame came into view. She had grey hairs now, but she looked better than she had in the years that followed the ‘death’..

“My prince. What brings you here?”

“We found her, Shashi.” Shashi’s face fell immediately, knowing exactly what he was talking about.

“She was never dead, and you knew that! When people hear this, things will not be good for you.” T’Challa turned and left, knowing that the Border Tribe elders were alert and prepared for her to flee so if she tried, it would be pointless.

He left the woman who had gotten too comfortable ignoring her past, suddenly scared for what was to come to light.

Author's Note: My Nakia Debut everyone. Part 2 will be out as soon as I get to writing it, but I am busy with school so don't be surprised if it's not this weekend or early next week

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New Beginnings

Shuri x black fem reader

Summary: You and Shuri are finally able to have a baby.

Translations: Uthando lwam(My Love) Nokuba ngubani na othi wenzelwe ubukhulu, Shuri yam. Uzalelwe ukuba yinkokeli, kwaye ukhanye ngendlela yakho. (No matter what anyone says you were made for greatness, My Shuri. You were born to be a leader, and shine in your own way.) Ukumkanikazi Wam ( My Queen) Uthando ( Love) Ndinganga ukumkanikazi wam, nceda? ( Can My Queen Give Me A Kiss, Please?) Ndiyakuthanda( I Love You) Umfazi wam onothando ( My Loving Queen) Umama wam( My Mama) Ndifuna oku ngaphezulu kwayo nantoni na. Kodwa okubaluleke kakhulu ndifuna nawe, sithandwa sam. (I want this more than anything. But importantly I want it with you, my love. ) Yiza undikhwele ( Come Ride Me)

Requested By: Anonymous

Word Count: 5,140

A/N: my apologies for it being so long 😅

Shuri's Pov

I looked up at the ceiling, reflecting on everything that had occurred in my life thus far. My mother and brother were both dead, leaving me with only my dear wife and cousin. I turned over, wrapped my arm around my wife's waist, and kissed the side of her head.

I've been contemplating my future and what it may hold for me. I wasn't prepared to be Queen, so I delegated authority to N'Jadaka, making him King and me the Black Panther.

It's been a difficult two years since I lost my brother to an illness that I couldn't cure, and my mother was killed right after him. It has been far too much.

N'Jadaka always put up a strong front for me and pretended to be fine. But I was far too smart to believe he was just fine, especially since I had witnessed him sobbing on numerous occasions. We would sometimes lock ourselves away in his room and reminisce about the past.

I remember being so enraged that I would shut out everyone, including my wife. I feel guilty about the way I treated Uthando lwam. I would yell at her, ignore her, and simply be cold towards her. And everyday i regret the way i acted.

My mother tried to show me this ritual of burning the clothes of your deceased loved ones before she died. It would mark the end of the period of mourning, and the new Beginnings of you starting to heal.

Flashback

I was finally ready to accept my mother's and my brother's deaths, I decided to do the ritual my mother taught me, so Y/N, N'Jadaka, and I traveled to Haiti.

My brother left me a journal in which he described Haiti as his second home and the most beautiful place he'd ever visited. My heart felt heavy when I arrived in Haiti. I knew this was the most difficult thing I'd ever had to do; performing this ritual meant finally saying goodbye to my mother and T'challa.

I knew they would always be with me in spirit, but it would never be the same.

They had asked if I needed them to accompany me, and I had told them that this was something I had to do on my own. I sat down on the log and gazed into the fire, remembering the good times I had with T'challa, he was my best friend, my protector, and the best brother and King anyone could ask for.

I sat in silence, thinking of my mother. My mother truly believed in me, even when the elders did not; she pushed me every day and saw the potential in me. I remember the words she would tell me "Nokuba ngubani na othi wenzelwe ubukhulu, Shuri yam. Uzalelwe ukuba yinkokeli, kwaye ukhanye ngendlela yakho." As I choked back my sobs, tears streamed down my cheeks.

Then I was enveloped in a warm feeling, as if it were my mother and brother reassuring me that everything would be fine. I began laughing at the feeling, knowing that this journey would be difficult but I would be fine.

I wiped my cheeks and looked behind me to see everyone walking towards me. Y/N sat to my left, wrapped her arm around my head, and kissed my temple. N'Jadaka was sitting next to Nakia, and the little boy was in front of me.

Nakia had told me that the boy was her son, and his name was Toussaint. And I told him that Toussaint was a wonderful name with a rich history.

He smiled at me and asked if I was good at keeping secrets, which made us both laugh. I smiled back and nodded, saying that I could.

He looked at Nakia, then back at me, and said his Haitian name was Toussaint. I then looked at Nakia, then back at him, and asked him what his real name was in Haitian. He took a deep breath and introduced himself as Prince T'challa, son of King T'challa.

I turned around when I felt Y/N squeeze my hand, and she nodded. I felt my eyes well up as I looked down at the ground.

"Well, it's nice to finally meet you, T'challa," I said with a sweet smile. He gave me a big, toothy grin that reminded me of my brother's smile when he was younger.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and hugged me, and my heart felt a little whole again. I looked at Nakia and N'Jadaka, who were both smiling. T'challa was wrapped in my arms, and I kissed the top of his head.

End of flashback

I've been thinking about me and Y/N's future since that day. I really liked how she and Toussaint got along; he adored her so much that Nakia decided to make Y/N his godmother.

Toussaint was absolutely loved by N'Jadaka. They were always getting into trouble because N'Jadaka was always showing Toussaint something he wasn't supposed to. And it reminded me of when T'challa and I were kids, always getting into mischief.

I smiled at the thought of me and Y/N having our own children. Ukumkanikazi Wam plays the role of motherhood so well that it makes me want to start our own little family.

I understand that because we are both women, we are unable to physically have children on our own.

But I am A GENIUS SCIENTIST! and nothing is too big of a challenge for me. I prepped many kisses on my wife's cheek, and pulled back the covers, careful to not wake her and walked towards the door going to my lab.

I walked out and carefully closed the door, nodding my head towards the guards. I had a determined look on my face, that I was going to make this happen.

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Y/N's Pov

As I opened my eyes, a smile crept across my face as I remembered the night Shuri and I had. I rolled over and frowned as I noticed her side of the bed was empty. Her side felt cold, as if she hadn't slept on it all night.

I signed, got out of bed, and walked to the bathroom to begin my day. I thought I'd finally wake up to see Shuri this morning, but she continues to disappoint me. I thought we had reached an agreement last night; we had a lengthy conversation and even made love for the first time in months.

She would stay in her lab all night and only sleep for a few hours, and I had to force her to eat sometimes. It would truly irritate me and Erik because she would be missing out on important moments with us.

I looked in the mirror and rolled my eyes at the promises she made last night, wondering if she really meant them. I walked over to the shower and turned it on, taking off my clothes and stepping into the hot water to relax.

"Griot, where has Shuri gone?"

"The Panther is speaking with the elders."

I stopped washing my hair and stared at the wall, confused. Shuri had a meeting this morning? And didn't think to tell me? I cursed under my breath, and continued to wash my hair. "Thank you, Griot."

"You're very welcome, Queen Y/N."

I cut the water off and stepped out of the shower. I wrapped my towel around my body and wrapped up my hair, then walked into the bedroom to put on my lotion and oils.

I decided I wasn't going to confront Shuri because I'm tired of arguing and fighting. I don't want to make it seem like I don't want to fight for my marriage, but I'm just tired of the same old, same old.

After lotioning and oiling my body, I walked back into the bathroom to do my hair. I started to detangle and moisturize it; I usually put it in twists after I wash it, but I don't feel up to it. I'll just let it air dry.

I walked into my closet and threw on a floral green dress. I added some jewelry and sprayed my favorite perfume. I bent down to put on my shoes when I heard a knock on the door. I got up, walked to the door, and opened it. It was Okoye with a smile on her face, but it fell once she saw I wasn't in the mood.

"What has you upset, Ukumkanikazi wam?" She asked, stepping into the room. "Shuri. What else?" I said, smartly. She huffed and hurried me out of the room, saying, "Well, Shuri has requested to see you." I rolled my eyes and nodded, following her out of the room, heading to wherever Shuri was.

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3rd Pov

Y/N followed Okoye to the Thrown Room, where they saw all the elders standing up and conversing with Shuri and Erik. She walked by, smiling and nodding to the guards and elders. She gave Erik a genuine smile before looking at Shuri and giving her a half one.

Shuri looked at her with a worried expression, as if she didn't understand why Y/N was so upset. Y/N turned to face Erik, who was trying hard not to laugh. They said their goodbyes to the elders, and Shuri asked Okoye and Erik to respect their privacy. Erik laughed as he looked back at Shuri, saying, "She's about to tear yo ass up, cuz." Shuri glared at him as he walked away and smiled back at Y/N.

Shuri reached out to touch Y/N, but she pushed her away. "What's the matter, Uthando?" Y/N shrugged her shoulders, boredom evident on her face, and said, "Nothing." Shuri raised her brow, waiting for her to go on. "I'm just sick of saying the same shit over and over."

Shuri huffed and approached Y/N, but this time she didn't push her away. Shuri wrapped her arms around Y/N, and said, "I know you're upset that I didn't wake up with you this morning, but it was for a good reason. I've been working on something for both of us."

Y/N looked at Shuri to continue. And Shuri kissed her cheeks and said, "I know our marriage has been strained, Sthandwa. And it's entirely my fault; I accept full responsibility. But I promise that if you just be a little more patient with me, it will all be worth it." Y/N looked into Shuri's eye's trying to see if she was being sincere and looked back down at the floor.

Shuri lifted Y/N's chin up, to look back into her eye's. "Please," Shuri pleaded, pressing her forehead against her wife's.

Y/N nodded and signed. Shuri smiled and pressed her close to her chest, asking, "Ndinganga ukumkanikazi wam, nceda?" Y/N looked up at Shuri, rolled her eyes, and pecked her lips before quickly walking away.

However, Shuri grabbed the back of her dress and pulled Y/N back against her chest, saying, "Oh, no, ma'am." "I want a real kiss." Y/N turned to face Shuri, who had a smug expression on her face. Y/N stood on her tiptoes and kissed Shuri passionately, wrapping both arms around her neck.

Shuri deepened the kiss by wrapping her long arms around Y/N's lower waist. They drew back, their noses brushing against each other, and smiled. "Ndiyakuthanda" Shuri said, softly. Y/N smiled at Shuri and said she loved her back.

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Shuri's Pov

"Panther! Queen Y/N is approaching." I slowly lifted my head from my desk and turned around to see my wife wrapped in a blanket with a tired look on her face.

Two months have passed. TWO MONTHS!!! And I always get the same low percentage, but I was determined not to give up.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and pressed my chin against her tummy. I'm hoping that my efforts do not go to waste.

"You've been in here all day, Shuri! It is two o'clock in the morning. Please come to your bed." She begged me. I signed and nodded slowly. I stood up from my desk and walked down the stairs.

My arms were still wrapped around her waist, with my head resting on her shoulder, as we walked towards the door, but she suddenly stopped and tapped my arm, making me look at her.

"Shuri, look their green." "It turned green." I snapped my head around, looked over, and ran over to it. "GRIOT!" "What's the percentage?" I yelled. My heart felt like it was bursting out of my chest.

"It's at 98% Panther."

I felt my eyes water and a big smile appear on my face. "PRINT IT!"

I grabbed Y/N's hand and ran back upstairs. I clutched her hand, watching it print the vial, as tears of happiness streamed down my face.

Y/N kissed my cheek and pressed my head against hers, asking, "Shuri, what is that?" I picked up the vial, turned to look at her, and said, "This is what I've been working on for months." "After all the failed attempts, I've successfully gotten it to work."

"That's great, Shuri." "But what is it?" She asked me.

"This, my love, is how we're going to have our baby." I told her, watching her eyes grow wide.

"H-how?" She asked me.

I explained to her how I did it. And she looked at me, teary-eyed, and then looked down at the vial. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me softly.

We pulled apart and hugged each other, moving from side to side. "Come on, let's go to bed." She said.

I smiled at her and nodded and followed her walking down the stairs, and we began walking out of the lab.

When we walked into our bedroom, I went to put the vial in a safe place and went to change into my pajamas, when a thought came to mind.

I cut the light off in the closet and walked back into the room and got in bed. I pulled Y/N against my chest and kissed her deeply. We slowly began taking our clothes off as I climbed on top of her. I pulled off her shirt and lingered kisses along her collarbone.

She leaned up and started sucking on my neck and brushed her hands down to my heat. A small whimper left my mouth, and my thoughts were no longer coherent. I needed her to fuck me and relieve me from my aching desires.

She started tracing my clit slowly, and I began panting desperately, trying to control my breathing to prevent the orgasm that was building within me. I remembered the thought I had earlier and reached down, grabbing her hand, making her stop, and kissing her.

"Wait, I-i want to carry it." She looked at me, stunned, and smiled a little. "You sure?" She whispered. I eagerly nodded, pressing my forehead against hers.

"Well, how about we wait so I can make it special for us?" I felt myself blush. But I nodded and smiled, kissing her lips one last time.

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Y/N's Pov

"So, y'all gon leave a nigga to go on vacation?" Erik asked us as we continued to pack. I was taking Shuri on a two-day trip to the Caribbean. But she didn't know that; she just thought we were going to Haiti or something. I also made sure Okoye didn't tell her where we were going.

"OK, well, first of all, it's not a vacation." "We're only going to be gone for two days." I said, rolling my eyes. I gave the Dora our bags and walked around the room, making sure we didn't forget anything.

"Damn, y'all just gon leave me here with these old people and M'baku's annoying ass." We laughed at how dramatic Erik can be.

"N'Jadaka, you should be happy; we're leaving you in charge." "Just please try not to set this place on fire while we're gone, please." Shuri told him, patting his shoulder.

He chuckled and nodded and walked us out of the palace towards the Talon. "We're all set, your highness." Aneka told me. I thanked her and watched Erik and Shuri dap each other, and he waved goodbye to me.

"AYE! MAKE SURE Y'ALL DON'T BREAK NUN!"

We waved him off laughing and started walking onto the Talon. We sat down and watched Okoye take us off.

"You excited?" I asked, Shuri. She looked at me with mirth in her eyes and nodded. "Going anywhere with you makes me excited." She said. I smiled and cupped her cheeks, kissing her.

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Shuri's Pov

I was blindfolded and walking off the Talon, with Y/N guiding me through what felt like sand. I usually don't like surprises, but for Umfazi wam onothando, I didn’t mind.

"OK, just step up here." "We're almost at the house." She said. I stepped up some steps, and it sounded like we were walking up a boardwalk or something.

We were still walking for a little bit when we abruptly stopped, and she took my blindfold off but told me not to look. She wrapped her arms around my waist and giggled, kissing my cheek. "OK, you can look now."

I opened my eyes and smiled, my little Queen has outdone herself. I turned around and smirked at her. "I love it, my love." I told her, watching the smile on her face grow. She pecked my lips and grabbed my hand, leading me inside the house.

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3rd Pov

Shuri and Y/N were getting ready for dinner. Shuri was in an all-black suit with black boot heels; she had a chain with Y/N's initials on it and rings on her fingers. Y/N had on a black halter-backless high-slit dress. She also had on a necklace with Shuri's initials and her wedding ring.

This time Shuri didn't have to be blindfolded; she would be seeing where they were having dinner. They walked down the long lit boardwalk until their dinner setting came into view.

Shuri felt butterflies in her stomach and began getting nervous. She was touched that her love did all this for her. Y/N led Shuri to the table and pulled out her chair. Shuri gave her a small thank you with a big smile on her face.

Y/N told Shuri that she looked absolutely stunning, and Shuri told her that she looked beautiful back. They had their dinner served and ate in comfortable silence. They talked about their future now that they were able to have a baby; they talked about baby names and which parent the child would most likely be like.

Y/N told Shuri that her family would be so proud of her. And that made Shuri tear up a little bit. Shuri told Y/N that while she would be carrying the child, she wanted Y/N to make the big decisions, and Y/N told her that was something she would proudly do.

When dessert came around, Shuri expressed her fears about being a good mother and if she would be a good Queen. And Y/N reassured her that she would be an amazing mother and a wonderful Queen. Y/N told Shuri she would be by her side through it all, would never leave her, and would always reassure her.

They had finished dinner and decided to walk along the shoreline. Shuri had picked Y/N up, spun her around, making her laugh, and attacked her face with kisses. They walked off the beach and back on to the boardwalk, heading back to the house to continue their endless night.

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Shuri's Pov

Nasty Time 😏😏

Y/N groaned in my ear and I can't even form a proper sentence. I can't think of anything right now. She rolled her hips hitting a certain spot and I orgasm making her chuckle as she kisses down my back. "You look so beautiful Cumming underneath me, my love." She whispered trailing kisses up my neck before pushing me back down.

She whispered sweet nothings to me as she pressed her palm down in the middle of my back going deeper and harder then ever. We haven't had sex like this since our honeymoon, it felt like my whole body was on fire.

"Y/N...pleas.." I stuttered out but she kept going, and started going even faster as her fingers rubbed on my clit. "FUCK! LOVE DON'T STOP!"

"You're doing so good, Umama wam." She tells me going at a slower pace, bending down kissing the back of my neck.

"Stop going so slow!" I groaned. She leans over my shoulder and kissed my temple and showed that smirk on her face, making me irrated. She was going to regret teasing me later.

She gives me three long deep strokes as she kisses my shoulder and I gasp at the intensity she was giving me. "You're being such a good girl for me, Mama." She said, making me copy the motions she was giving me. She sped up some more her chest pressed against my back and when her thrust became sloppy I could tell she was close.

I loudly moaned out her name, and she rolls her hips one last time making her hit my G-spot and I swore I saw stars.

I woke up with the sheets wrapped tightly around my body, and the black case laying on her side of the bed.

I reached for the case and opened it, seeing the vial and the syringe inside. I heard noise coming from the hallway and watched Y/N walk in with things she needed for the process.

"Are you ok?" She asked me. I nodded and watched her set the things down on the table beside the bed. She got on the bed and straddled me, holding my cheeks in her hands.

"Are you sure about this, Shuri?" She asked me. I wrapped my arms around her waist and said, "Ndifuna oku ngaphezulu kwayo nantoni na. Kodwa okubaluleke kakhulu ndifuna nawe, Sithandwa sam." Her eyes watered, and she leaned down and kissed me softly.

She pulled away, and I leaned up and pecked her lips one last time. She got off my lap and went to prepare. She put on gloves and poured the serum, which was our DNA, into the syringe. I told her it had to be injected into the side of my stomach.

She crawled over to me, holding it in her hand, with a smile on her face. I took a deep breath as I felt myself getting emotional, and I prayed to Bast that this would work.

"You ready, Baby?" I nodded and layed back down on the bed, removing the cover. She took the alcohol pad and rubbed the side of my stomach and looked back at me, causing me to smile at her.

"OK, deep breath." She muttered. I winced as she pushed the needle in; I felt tears prick my eyes, not at the pain but at the thought of becoming a mother. But they were happy tears.

She took out the needle and placed it in the trash beside the bed, then kissed my lips. she reached her hand down and circled my clit. I bit her lip hissing at how sensitive I was.

She stood up and took off her robe, and layed on her back smirking up at me. "Yiza undikhwele." She said. Wrapping my had around her length I stroked her making her keep eye contact with me, seeing nothing but lust and love in her eyes. The feeling was mutual.

I kept eye contact as I slid down hissing as she stretches me out but it felt so good. I leaned down and pulled her up by her necklace with my initials on it. "You're so damn sexy, Sthandwa." I said, wrapping my arms around her neck, and began riding her watching her mouth fall open.

She grabs my hips to gain some kind of control, and I leaned down and sucked on her nipple making her moan. I went in a circular motion listening to the curses she let out, I could tell it was driving her crazy. I felt myself clenching around her making me pant harder, I tapped her leg letting her know I was going to cum soon.

She pushed me off, and I landed on my back, watching her remove the strap. She climbed on top of me, grabbing my legs, and I wrapped mine around her waist.

"Damn you're so wet." She groaned out and I smirked throwing my head back, feeling my face contort into pleasure. We was close.

"Show me how much you love me, Ukumkanikazi wam." I said. I moaned in her ear biting down on her shoulder. "I'm about to..." She whispered, but I flipped us over and kissed her lips, quickening the pace.

"Wait for me, Love" I groaned kissing her neck, she tilted her head to give me more acces to leave hickeys. "Y/N!" I yelled unable to hold it anymore and I grinded into one last time as we came together.

I fell on top of her, both of us breathing heavily. We wrapped our arms around each other, calming from our high. I pushed the hair out her face and kissed her lips. " Ndiyakuthanda." I said, against her lips.

She gave me a tired smiled and kissed my forehead, and said, "Ndiyakuthanda, nawe"

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3rd Pov

“GRIOT! inform the midwives at the medical center they’re needed immediately” Y/N said, picking Shuri up, carrying her to their large bathroom.

The nurses, including Erik, entered the bathroom, but told him he would have to wait so they could get to work.

"Okay, your majesty. Please take some deep breaths." "On my count, I need you to make a big push." Shuri was informed by the nurse. I squeezed her hand and kissed the side of her head, assuring her that everything would be fine.

"Are you ready to begin?" The same nurse asked.

"NO!" yelled Shuri.

"Yes, she is. You can do it, baby; you're strong. "Give me a big push, please." Y/N said. Trying to encourage a scared Shuri.

She began pushing, counting down from three and trying to take deep breaths in the process. She squeezed my hand tightly and screamed in agony.

"He's almost out; all we need is one more big push." According to the nurse.

"Look at me; I know you can do it." "You can do it with just one more." Y/N told her. She nodded and let out an agonizing scream as she gave one big push.

The baby was pulled from the water before they knew it. They gave Y/N the scissors to cut the umbilical cord of the crying baby. before laying him on Shuri's chest and calming him down.

"They would be pleased with you. I'm so proud of you; look at what you've brought to this world." Y/N told Shuri, with tears in her eyes.

She nodded and kissed the top of their son's head, as tears streamed down her cheeks.

As the nurse cleaned him and put him in some pajamas he became fussy, while Y/N was cleaning and dressing Shuri and carrying her to their bed.

Y/N tried to make Shuri feel at ease in the bed and placed pillows behind her back to alleviate her pain. Y/N and Shuri looked up to see where their baby was, only to see Erik holding him, and smiling talking to him.

The new parents smiled as they looked at Erik rock their baby in his arms. He lifted his head, walked over to Shuri and Y/N, and sat at the edge of the bed. Y/N took the baby away from Erik and gave the baby to Shuri so she could feed him.

Y/N stood there staring at Shuri breastfeeding their baby, thinking it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen.

"I ain't gon hold you, Y/N; when you said Shur was pregnant, I thought the baby was gon come out a mutant." Okoye smacked the back of Erik's head, making him glare at her.

Y/N rolled her eyes at Erik and laughed at how stupid he was. She looked back at Shuri, who was still staring happily at their child.

"So what are y'all naming, Lil man?" He asked them. They looked at him, and Y/N looked at Shuri and nodded her head for Shuri to tell him.

"We decided to name him after Y/N's Father." Shuri said. As she looked at Y/N with tears in her eyes.

"We're going to name him Oshe." "Oshe Udaku." Shuri said, proudly. Erik stared at them with a small smile and said, "I like that."

They nodded and Y/N looked at Shuri and kissed her forehead. "I love you, both of you." Then looked at Erik and Okoye, and said, "All of you."

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killmongerskeeper · 1 year

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When It Was Me // Shuri

Summary: You and Shuri agreed to call it quits when you both wanted to go your separate ways. Her becoming Queen of Wakanda and you becoming one of the most well known celebrity photographers. You had left everything behind in Wakanda. But will a single invitation open the floodgates to everything you fought so hard to bury?

Pairing: Shuri x Fem!Reader

Warning: Angst // Mentioned Depression // Mentioned Character Death // Soft Break Up

Author's Note: This is just something I thought of and decided to write it out lol.

Word Count: 1.5k

The invitation in your hand shook as you trembled slightly while reading the words. An invitation directly from Shuri. Who is now Queen of Wakanda. The most powerful nation in the world. You honestly had expected her to reach out to you regarding the event. The two of you had broken up years prior to this. You were a simple village girl who managed to snag a job in her lab. Needless to say you caught her eye with your brilliant brain that sometimes outdid hers. She had never met someone who could keep up with her. You sometimes left her speechless. Soon after your friendship had molded into a romantic relationship. Okoye would always say you were like two peas in a pod. Ayo would call you soulmates. The queen loved you like her own and T'Challa adored the way you treated his sister. It feels like it was just yesterday when she came to you with a sequence she couldn't figure out. The memories flooded your mind like a monsoon.

"You finished the sequence? Already? Bast you are really gifted, Y/N."

"All in a days work." You grinned as she grabbed your waist. She planted a short kiss on your temple as you leaned into her warmth.

"Come. I should treat you for helping me. Lunch is on me." She smiled and you intertwined your fingers before kissing her softly on her lips.

You had left Wakanda to go to school for photography. It was your passion. Your dream. Even though she didn't like the fact you weren't in Wakanda 24/7, she stood behind every step of the way. She did what she could to visit you but at some point she couldn't. Not with her life spiraling around her the way it was. When you heard of the passing of King T'Challa, Queen Ramonda had begged you to be by her daughter's side. She didn't have to beg as the Dora Milaje had come to escort you back to the palace. You couldn't say no. You wouldn't say no. You ran off the jet when it landed and went straight to the lab.

Shuri kept herself busy by swiping away at the tablet in her hands with a frown on her features. Her foot tapped at the floor, something she did when she was worried. You couldn't help but grin at her as she ran around the lab.

"You shouldn't frown so much. You're too pretty for that." As soon as the words left your mouth she turned to you with wide eyes. It didn't take her long to drop the tablet and run into your awaiting arms. In the safety of your presence she broke down. You let her cry into your shoulder as you rubbed her back. "It's okay. I'm here princess."

You were there when she fell into the dark pit of depression. When she felt like she wasn't good enough. Or didn't do enough. You shot down those accusations and reminded her everyday how wonderful she was. That she was enough. And how T'Challa would be proud of her at every moment. How you were proud of her. You thought the two of you would have a break, but then Namor attacked. Flooding part of Wakanda. Murdering Queen Ramonda. Losing her brother and her mother within the course of two years did something to her. Something snapped in Shuri and you didn't know how to help aside from being there for her. You were there when she successfully recreated the heart shaped herb. When she became the black panther.

You stood by her side as Nakia called out to Queen Ramonda. You watched as her veins began to glow purple as she visited the ancestral plane. You held onto the table she laid on and waited for her to come back. Kimoyo beads in your grip praying she doesn't leave you. Nakia put an arm around you and you let out the breath you didn't know you were holding.

"She will be okay. We're all going to be okay." You nodded just as Shuri quickly sat up trying to catch her breath. You knew something was up when she kept saying she didn't see anyone. How they abandoned her.

"Why would they abandon me? Don't touch me!" Nakia tried to calm down the spiraling princess until she punched a mannequin, sending it flying across the room.

"I think you're going to need a suit." Nakia said to her before she brought you to the room that held her brother's mantle. You squeezed her hand as she looked at the helmets. Moving to where Killmongers rested. Another right next to it.

"My love. Be honest with me. Who did you see in the ancestral plane?" You muttered as you held her hands tight and she looked you in the eyes.

"Killmonger."

"What did he tell you?"

"To get it back. In blood." She mumbled and you caressed her cheek.

"Is that your plan? Is that what you're going to do?" You questioned and her lip trembled.

"I want Namor's head Y/N. For what he did to my mother." You saw vengeance cloud her eyes and you nodded. She had good reason to feel the way that she did and you weren't going to try and stop her. Queen Ramonda was like a second mother to you. So you understood how the princess felt.

You were the only person she told. You were the only one who knew the truth about Killmonger being the one she saw. You promised her that the secret was safe with you. She urged you to stay in the palace while she went after Namor. She couldn't risk you getting hurt. When she returned she let you know that an alliance had been formed. She fought the darkness in her heart and spared the enemy. You were happy she was back. And alive. When everything died down, Wakanda was starting to thrive again. You sat on top of the palace roof watching the sunset and Shuri joined you after not finding you in the lab.

"It's over for now huh?" You asked and she nodded.

"It's going to take some time for me to get used to everything now. My mother is gone. Wakanda is in need of a new ruler. This change, it might take a toll on us. I don't want you to feel left out as I probably won't be around as often." She said and you let a tear roll down your cheek. She was right. This changes everything. You knew it would come to this. You may not get to see her as often as you did. You might not be able to have your late night talks anymore. Your late nights in the lab won't be filled with laughter and jokes. She has bigger responsibilities now.

"I know. I thought about moving back to the states. Try for a photography job. Wakanda will always be my home. But you do have a huge responsibility now. One that I wouldn't want you to be distracted from." You grabbed her hand and she rubbed the back of your hand with her thumb.

"It's your dream for photography, yeah? I want you to go for it. We'll both have at least one distraction. My lab is my new bedroom." She smiled and you couldn't stop the laugh that left you.

"Y/N if you need anything. Anything at all. Don't hesitate to reach out to me. You've been there for me through thick and thin. Even though we'll be apart, you'll always be my dearest Y/N." She reached out to take you in her arms and you melted into her. The two of you stayed in each other's arms as the sun went down.

That was all behind you now. You become the photographer you always wanted to be after moving to the states. She became queen of Wakanda with her new girl by her side. She told you she was trying to date again when you two kept contact. You were the one who urged her to step back out there. You were happy that she was happy. Your phone rang, tearing you from reminiscing old memories and you quickly reached for your cell as a familiar name was on the screen.

"Jessie."

"Bitch tell me you got the invitation. I can barely control myself right now!" You could hear her breathing on the other end and let out a laugh.

"Girl I got it." You grinned and she squealed on the other end.

"Y/N this shit is huge. We'll be covering a party in Wakanda! I need to get my braids redone TONIGHT. We'll need some new fits. We gotta show out and we got to do it right!" She said and you smiled to yourself.

"Yeah. I'll probably get some locs done and see if Riri can fit check me while I pack." You told her and she clapped her hands.

"Bitch I can't wait! I'll see you Friday at the airport. Make sure you have your good lens. Might need some wide shots."

"What airport? This is Wakanda we are talking about. Where we were personally invited. Girl, we won't need to go to the airport." You chuckled remembering how your invite said the Dora milaje will pick you and your partner up from your place.

"Ou shit! Ya girl got to get her hoe fit ready. I'll see you Friday girl."

"Bye." You hung up the phone and eyed the invitation sitting on your bed. Standing up you walked over to your closet with a wide grin. You were going home.

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locoforshuri · 1 year

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unknown hatred

{ hey guys, so sorry it took me so long. i lost so much motivation. i'll try and stay as consistent as possible. i thought about this when i was on a call and i thought it would be cool. love u bebs }

i have decided this will be a oneshot!! (sorry)

dedicating this to: @queenofsimpsblog your so special to me. mwah mwah mwah. your my virtual gf idc.

shuri x black!fem!reader

word count: 2 761 🤍

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"The match seems to be correct, panther."

Griot said shortly after you rearranged the samples and put them in the correct places.

Shuri had been struggling with it since morning and when you asked if she needed some assistance, she rudely said:

"No, do your own work. Not every piece of work belongs to you."

You and Shuri used to be very close in your childhood days. You would run around in the palace and talk about stuff only you two would talk about. Your mom lived in the palace after your dad died since he and King T'Chaka were best friends. After T'chaka died after your dad, T'challa, Shuri and Ramonda welcomed you guys in with open arms. You always had a passion for tech design. As you grew up in Shuri's advanced lab, your knowledge about it only grew stronger, and soon enough, You were appointed as the official tech designer of Wakanda. No one was happier than Shuri. That was 3 years ago. Now your 19, Shuri 21. The older you two got, the more distance increasing between the two of you. What made it so dreadful was hiding your feelings for her. Even though the distance made it easier, you loved spending time with her. You always wondered why you started to seperate. You two were known as the kids who were basically sown together to the hip.

"Ok Griot, don't need to rub it in my face."

Shuri said with annoyance in her tone. Shuri always got angry when you successfully achieved something like you guys were competing in some competition you've been made unaware of. You tried to still be kind to her because you thought everyone deserves kindness, even the ones in the wrong.

"My apologies, Panther."

Griot said.

"I'm... sorry, Shuri. I was just trying to help."

"No, Y/N. Not everything is ABOUT YOU."

Shuri said angrily before pushing past you, purposefully brushing hard against your shoulder and walked to another station working on something else. Your tears couldn't help but fall as you stormed out with your sobs loud enough for Shuri to hear.

"Miss Y/N/N, do you require any assistan-"

"No Griot, I don't. Not everything is about me."

You whispered loud enough for Griot to hear but not Shuri. But unfortunately, after she took the herb, her five senses have improved greatly. She was able to hear without even trying. But before she could react, you had already walked out heading to your room.

"Well done, Shuri. That's how you talk with your crush of almost a decade."

She said to herself coldly. Deep down, Griot was laughing inside. Shuri knew the power you held. The smartness you showed. The kind, polite, beautiful side of you she rarely saw anymore. She knew. She knew she was the reason you two starting distancing, and now all she does is criticise and shout at you for stuff you were good at. It hurt her. To see how she turned out to be like this person. Shuri has had the most humoungous crush on you since you were kids. Little was all she knew. Ever since T'challa's death. She was dead inside. Like there was no reason to live. Y/N and T'challa were like siblings just not as close as Shuri. Shuri was nice to everyone. Except you.

THE NEXT MORNING

"Hi Ms Panther?" Zaneta called.

She was the only one who called her that. She was one of the lab workers who you thought was too close to Shuri and her feelings for her were so visible, you didn't even need glasses. The girl was always getting on your nerves. She thought just because of her closeness to the princess, she can be rude to you. Your jealousy only grew more at the nicknames. You immediately turn your head.

"I would love that, thank you."

She said with the biggest smile on her face to Zaneta. That was all you heard after thinking about how much you despise her. And more, how you despise Shuri for allowing this. You just wanted the old Shuri back. The fun, kind, protective, caring Shuri.

"Y/N? Are you ignoring me?" Shuri said to you with slight shock.

You heard as you finally snapped out of your delusional thoughts.

"What do you want, I'm busy?"

You said with anger but not too much, trying not to sound rude as you continued your work with the vibranium detectors in front of you. Too bad she could detect the anger in your voice almost immediately.

"Y/N, are you talking to me in such a manner?"

She said annoyed. Bast help me.

"No, I didn't mean to. I'm just-"

You tried to explain.

"Y/N, NEVER, will you talk to me in such a manner. Please excuse yourself immediately."

She said with an tone showing no emotion but you can tell she is angry.

"Shuri, I-"

"Now."

You couldn't believe it. Was this really Shuri in front of you, talking to you like this? As the emotional baby you are, tears started forming in your eyes, but not daring to fall in front of Shuri and Zaneta. Zaneta started giggling. The mother-

You stormed out of the lab shutting the door with a loud thud. Before you left you made sure your face was out of sight so the tears could finally fall. Shuri could hear your sobs from miles and miles away. In her mind, she couldn't care less. But in her heart, she knew she messed up as always. But she wasn't going to apologize. Shuri was holding a grudge against you and it was her mission to never let go of it. Shuri knew Zaneta liked her as well. Pfft, A baby could tell. But Zaneta wasn't Y/N, obviously. But Shuri using Zaneta to make Y/N jealous, was also a part of her plan to annoy Y/N for whatever reason.

"Sorry about her, she has problems. She's such a baby sometimes."

Shuri said finally turning back to Zaneta with a forced grin on her face. Shuri knew that wasn't true. She found it so cute how you would cry over the little things.

"Meh, its okay. She bores me anyway. Now like I was saying with the vibranium detectors Y/N was working on, I think I should take over the project. She isn't doing a very good job. Don't you think Ms Panther?"

Zaneta babbled with a big smile on her face.

"Why? It looks okay to me, Zaneta."

Shuri said with a confused expression on her face.

"Because I feel I have the qualities to do it. Y/N has been slacking these days. Wonder why, do not care."

Zaneta said looking unfazed. Anything about Y/N makes her extremely angry. She hates the relationship that you two had and did anything to seperate you two. She has always loved Shuri. Only after she became the new panther. After that, she sent an application to work at the lab, just to get closer to Shuri. In her favor, she was smart enough to carry on her lie but the goal was to get Y/N out of the picture, asap.

"Alright, If you feel you do. I'll let Y/N know tomorrow. Don't think she'll be coming back tomorrow."

Shuri said with a poker face.

"Thank you, your majesty."

Zaneta said in a playful tone, bowing her head. Giggles escape from both lips. Shuri could not lie to herself. Zaneta was pretty. Just not Y/N pretty. No shit.

02:34 AM

You knew no one would be in the lab, considering the time. Except one person. Shuri. The older you got, Shuri got slowly more addicted to practically living in the lab. She felt it was her way of escaping reality. The more time she spent there, the more you two started to distance.

As you made your way out of your room, dressed in nothing but a sports bra and pyjama shorts, you passed the lab. Making sure to not look inside incase interacting with Shuri.

Unfortunately, that did not work in your favour as Shuri already saw you. Shuri asked Griot to alert you to enter the lab. You felt hesitant. Should I really go back in there? After what happened hours and hours ago? Whatever, sure.

As you slowly walked in, you spot Shuri working on the upper level at your station. You immediately speed-walk to see what she is doing on your work.

"You requested my prescence at this late hour?" You said with a blank expression.

"Y/N. Zaneta is taking over your project, the vibranium detectors." She said blankly.

"Excuse me? Are you insane? Just because- you know what? Never mind. By tomorrow, you'll see there will be problems as soon as she touches it."

You said with anger. How could she just replace you without even asking you? But obviously, it's Shuri. So you aren't as suprised as your supposed to be.

"She insisted, Y/N. I didn't really have much of a choice. I'm... sorry." Shuri spoke hesitantly.

Shuri didn't want to let her take over the project at all. You were the only one who knew what they were doing. But of course, due to her unknown hatred towards you, she had to give it to Zaneta.

As Shuri apologised hesitantly, you couldn't help but notice the look in her eyes as she said that. You knew deep, deep down Zaneta tricked her into letting her take over. Just so she could rub it in and get close to the princess.

"Did you come to get water again? I have a bottle there for you on my desk." Shuri spoke after a few seconds. Not daring to look you in the eyes.

Ever since your childhood days, while everyone was sound asleep, you would go down to get water because unfortunately, thats how your body worked. Shuri would always go with you because you were afraid of the dark. Ever since your seperation, you realised and grew out of your fear of the dark and would go there every night.

"Thanks... I guess. But just so you know..." You started as you walked over and took the water bottle screwing it open as Shuri's eyes captured your every moment.

"What you did, is complete nonsense. This grudge and hatred you have against me... is dumb and childish. And you letting Zaneta take it over because you are trying to anger me, isn't fair Shuri. I miss the old Shuri, the kind and fun Shuri that never hated me, one who was always there for me. I don't think... things will ever be the same from here. I tried to be nice. All you do is yell and scream and be mean to me. And I'm sure you know how big of a cry baby I am. Look Shuri, I miss him too. I miss them too. They were my family too. But that doesn't give you the right to let your pain and anger out on me. I am the only person you basically have left. But it doesn't feel like it. Nakia and Okoye, Ayo and Aneka, have been questioning our distance and I can't even tell them you've been such a arrogant, ignorant, selfish person towards me. I always give people second chances, you know me. But just know this, I'm not even mad, I am dissapointed. I- I dont even know you anymore."

You finished as tears started to roll down your eyes. All this anger and pain you bottled up for years, all poured out within minutes. Shuri looked at you with hurt and regret. She let all of her anger blind her and keep her from the only person left, that really cared about her. Is there really anyway to fix this? Shuri's eyes formed tears that started to fall, one by one.

"Y/N, to be completely honest with you. I know how much I've been hurting you. I-I- know I haven't been much of a friend. Heck, I hated you for no reason, sthandwa. I know. It's just that, ever since they- they left me, I've been hurting all the people closest to me. The people who only want the best for me. I guess that's how I grief, through resent and hatred. Especially towards you. I'm sorry, I really am sorry. I don't even like hanging out with Zaneta. I guess it was just to piss you off. She forced me to say yes to let her take over just to get you jealous of her. I know she likes me. She's just... not you. I love you, and only you. You don't have to forgive me right now, just know I'm sorry."

She finished as she started to walk towards you slowly and interwined her fingers with yours. She looked at you with the most genuine and sincere eyes you have ever seen. She really has an effect on you.

"Look Shuri, I forgive you but... Zaneta? What's gonna happen to her?"

"I have an idea."

She chuckled to herself and gave you a peck on the cheek.

"Go sleep now, we need to be up bright and early tomorrow, eh? Sleep well sthandwa."

She tilted your head upwards to meet her eye level and gave you a proper kiss. Is this what heaven feels like? Focus. Aren't you still mad at her?

THE NEXT MORNING

"There she is, my favourite panther." Zaneta walked over to Shuri throwing finger guns at her with a big smile on her face. Shuri was still facing her work and didn't acknowledge Zaneta's prescence. ouch.

Zaneta was quick to notice this and thought it was a joke or she was wearing earphones. She walked towards Shuri waving her hands in front of Shuri's face, trying to grab her attention. Oh she did, but not in the nicest way.

"What Zaneta? Can you not see I'm busy?" Shuri said as annoyed as ever. She turned back around, cracking a small smile as Zaneta looked extremely sad.

"Have I done something wrong, love? I don't-"

Before she could finished you walked in pushing her aside ever so slightly.

"Hey, my love. How are you?" You said as Shuri immediately turned to you to give you a kiss. What in the actual-

"Morning, sthandwa. I'm good. Just been busy. Also, just wanted to let you know, the vibranium detectors are looking great. I think you can continue with the project on your own." She said with a huge grin plastered on to her face.

"What the heck is going on? Shuri, you said you would give it to me."

"Well Zaneta, not everything is about...you. And by the way, if you think I will ever like you back, think again. I can do soo much better."

Shuri's last sentence made you giggle which caused Zaneta to give you a death glare. You smiled back at her. Disgraceful little-

"Zaneta, please pack your things and leave immediately. Your prescence is not wanted here." Shuri said coldly.

"...Panther, are you serious right now?"

Zaneta said struck and hurt. This could not be happening. Y/N. Y/N took my place. I was supposed to rule next to Shuri. She belongs to me, Zaneta thought to herself.

"DONT YOU EVER, call me that. For I do not care about you and you are meaningless to me." Shuri said with a tone of slight anger.

"Zaneta, girlie. I would listen to the panther if I were you. By the way, love the shoes? Where are they from?"

You said sarcastically giving her a 'I won.' look. Finally, after all these years with Shuri absoulutely despising you. The one that cared for you was coming back. The one you have loved all your life.

Zaneta had angry tears in her eyes ready to fall but instead went to her station, packed everything and left.

"Zaneta Maquela, departure time 09:33 AM. Fired." Griot spoke shortly after Zaneta shut the doors of the lab. Finally.

Shuri took you by suprise spinning you around and giving you a kiss.

"i love you, sthandwa. i always have, and i will never stop. thats how much you mean to me"

Shuri said as her coco-brown irises looked at you and you completely melted.

"what took you so long, love?" you said smiling.

all she could do was look at you with the adoration and love. i am gonna marry her. she thought to herself. i will marry her.

"just say you love me back, silly."

"i love you too princess."

and they lived happily ever after.

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tchopeta · 1 year

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Testing Tony’s patience (Tony x You)

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Pairing : Tony Stark x reader

Summary : You love to test Tony's patience ;)

Words : 561

(English is not my first language... I hope you will enjoy it anyway ! :))

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The Avengers had been invited to a dinner in Wakanda with King T'Challa. It was a formal occasion, and everyone was on their best behavior, excited for the opportunity to meet the respected monarch and experience Wakandan culture. However, Tony couldn't help but feel a sense of apprehension, knowing that you had a tendency to misbehave at such events. He knew how unpredictable you could be, and he was determined to keep a close eye on you.

As you entered the grand hall where the dinner was being held, Tony immediately took your arm, keeping you close to him.

"Y/N, please behave yourself tonight," he whispered urgently. "This is an important occasion, and we can't afford to have any mishaps."

You grinned mischievously. You loved to tease Tony, and his overprotective behavior was just begging for it.

"Of course, love," you replied sweetly. "I'll be on my best behavior."

As you entered the dining hall, T'Challa rose to greet you, his expression welcoming but reserved. Tony took his place at the table, still hovering close to you, while you made yourself comfortable next to Thor. As the meal began, T'Challa engaged the Avengers in polite conversation, discussing everything from politics to technology.

But as the night wore on, you started to feel restless. You were itching for a bit of excitement, and the staid atmosphere of the dinner was starting to wear on you.

So you started to push the boundaries, making snarky comments under your breath and occasionally kicking Thor's leg under the table. Tony was quick to intervene each time, giving you a stern look and a gentle reprimand.

But the more Tony tried to control your behavior, the more you found yourself wanting to misbehave. You started to test Tony's limits, making suggestive remarks, telling risqué jokes to the other guests and giggling at their shocked expressions. You even trying to slip a piece of bread into T'Challa's pocket when he wasn't looking.

Tony was getting more and more nervous by the minute. He followed you around like a hawk, always hovering nearby, ready to intervene if you got out of hand. You found it all incredibly amusing. You liked the attention, the way Tony's eyes never left you, the way his hand was always on your arm.

Tony was at his wits' end, but you were having the time of your life, seeing just how far you could push him. Finally, T'Challa stood up to give a toast, and you seized the opportunity to embarras the Iron Man one more time.

As T'Challa raised his glass, you let out a loud whoop, causing everyone to turn and stare. You stood up on your chair, balancing precariously, and raised your glass high.

"Here's to Wakanda, and to King T'Challa!" you shouted, your voice echoing through the room.

Tony's face turned bright red with embarrassment, and he hurriedly helped you down from the chair, apologizing profusely to the other guests.

But as you made their way out of the dining hall, you couldn't help but laugh. You had succeeded in driving Tony to the brink of insanity, and you felt a sense of satisfaction at having gotten under his skin.

"Thanks for the fun, Tony," you said, grinning up at him. "I'll behave myself next time, I promise."

Tony let out a long-suffering sigh. "You'd better, Y/N. Or else."

#tony stark x reader #tony stark #tony stark x you #iron man #iron man x you #iron man x reader #Avengers #avengers imagine #avengers x reader #marvel

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ghostyycat7 · 1 year

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Report status |Zemo baron x reader

A/N: This is my first fic

Warning: none.

Pronouns: gender neutral

"Report Zemo baron. Date xx/xx/xxxx. Zemo baron in for many murders and theft. Specifically murdering king t'challa, working with hydra property, and prison break. I y/n l/n will be working with Zemo baron for now on. I will be questioning, feeding, and communicating with Zemo baron." Beep! The recording was finished. I was told to read a paper out loud as" its like a oath". I walk in the raft room with criminals. Most being asleep but only one awake. " Zemo baron how's your day going?" I ask the man. Shh! Is all I got. " shouldn't you be the respectful guy? Not a Shh! Guy" I ask with sass in my voice. He gets up off his bed. " that is true, sorry I got to the good part of the book" he apologizes to me. " my day hmm ssdd" he gives me a little smile. I smile back. " sorry but you should know I'm new here. I mean You've never me seen me here. So tell me this ssdd" I say. His smile stays the same. He looks down then looks back up. " hmm well this book I'm reading its about villains and super heros and this hero finally find the villain's base. Now their fighting" he says. He lays back down.

" Anything else?" I ask. He shakes his head while picking up his book. 'Ok' i start walking away. " Hey where's my food?" Zemo asks" its on its way" I reply while closing the iron door

#zemo x reader #zemo baron #marvel #fanfiction #gender neutral reader

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killmongerskeepermain · 1 year

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When It Was Me // Shuri

Pairing: Shuri x Fem!Reader

Warning: Angst // Mentioned Depression // Mentioned Character Death // Soft Break Up

Author’s Note: This is just something I thought of and decided to write it out lol.

Word Count: 1.5k

The invitation in your hand shook as you trembled slightly while reading the words. An invitation directly from Shuri. Who is now Queen of Wakanda. The most powerful nation in the world. You honestly had expected her to reach out to you regarding the event. The two of you had broken up years prior to this. You were a simple village girl who managed to snag a job in her lab. Needless to say you caught her eye with your brilliant brain that sometimes outdid hers. She had never met someone who could keep up with her. You sometimes left her speechless. Soon after your friendship had molded into a romantic relationship. Okoye would always say you were like two peas in a pod. Ayo would call you soulmates. The queen loved you like her own and T'Challa adored the way you treated his sister. It feels like it was just yesterday when she came to you with a sequence she couldn’t figure out. The memories flooded your mind like a monsoon.

“You finished the sequence? Already? Bast you are really gifted, Y/N.”

“All in a days work.” You grinned as she grabbed your waist. She planted a short kiss on your temple as you leaned into her warmth.

“Come. I should treat you for helping me. Lunch is on me.” She smiled and you intertwined your fingers before kissing her softly on her lips.

You had left Wakanda to go to school for photography. It was your passion. Your dream. Even though she didn’t like the fact you weren’t in Wakanda 24/7, she stood behind every step of the way. She did what she could to visit you but at some point she couldn’t. Not with her life spiraling around her the way it was. When you heard of the passing of King T'Challa, Queen Ramonda had begged you to be by her daughter’s side. She didn’t have to beg as the Dora Milaje had come to escort you back to the palace. You couldn’t say no. You wouldn’t say no. You ran off the jet when it landed and went straight to the lab.

Shuri kept herself busy by swiping away at the tablet in her hands with a frown on her features. Her foot tapped at the floor, something she did when she was worried. You couldn’t help but grin at her as she ran around the lab.

“You shouldn’t frown so much. You’re too pretty for that.” As soon as the words left your mouth she turned to you with wide eyes. It didn’t take her long to drop the tablet and run into your awaiting arms. In the safety of your presence she broke down. You let her cry into your shoulder as you rubbed her back. “It’s okay. I’m here princess.”

You were there when she fell into the dark pit of depression. When she felt like she wasn’t good enough. Or didn’t do enough. You shot down those accusations and reminded her everyday how wonderful she was. That she was enough. And how T'Challa would be proud of her at every moment. How you were proud of her. You thought the two of you would have a break, but then Namor attacked. Flooding part of Wakanda. Murdering Queen Ramonda. Losing her brother and her mother within the course of two years did something to her. Something snapped in Shuri and you didn’t know how to help aside from being there for her. You were there when she successfully recreated the heart shaped herb. When she became the black panther.

You stood by her side as Nakia called out to Queen Ramonda. You watched as her veins began to glow purple as she visited the ancestral plane. You held onto the table she laid on and waited for her to come back. Kimoyo beads in your grip praying she doesn’t leave you. Nakia put an arm around you and you let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“She will be okay. We’re all going to be okay.” You nodded just as Shuri quickly sat up trying to catch her breath. You knew something was up when she kept saying she didn’t see anyone. How they abandoned her.

“Why would they abandon me? Don’t touch me!” Nakia tried to calm down the spiraling princess until she punched a mannequin, sending it flying across the room.

“I think you’re going to need a suit.” Nakia said to her before she brought you to the room that held her brother’s mantle. You squeezed her hand as she looked at the helmets. Moving to where Killmongers rested. Another right next to it.

“My love. Be honest with me. Who did you see in the ancestral plane?” You muttered as you held her hands tight and she looked you in the eyes.

“Killmonger."

"What did he tell you?"

"To get it back. In blood.” She mumbled and you caressed her cheek.

“Is that your plan? Is that what you’re going to do?” You questioned and her lip trembled.

“I want Namor’s head Y/N. For what he did to my mother.” You saw vengeance cloud her eyes and you nodded. She had good reason to feel the way that she did and you weren’t going to try and stop her. Queen Ramonda was like a second mother to you. So you understood how the princess felt.

You were the only person she told. You were the only one who knew the truth about Killmonger being the one she saw. You promised her that the secret was safe with you. She urged you to stay in the palace while she went after Namor. She couldn’t risk you getting hurt. When she returned she let you know that an alliance had been formed. She fought the darkness in her heart and spared the enemy. You were happy she was back. And alive. When everything died down, Wakanda was starting to thrive again. You sat on top of the palace roof watching the sunset and Shuri joined you after not finding you in the lab.

“It’s over for now huh?” You asked and she nodded.

“It’s going to take some time for me to get used to everything now. My mother is gone. Wakanda is in need of a new ruler. This change, it might take a toll on us. I don’t want you to feel left out as I probably won’t be around as often.” She said and you let a tear roll down your cheek. She was right. This changes everything. You knew it would come to this. You may not get to see her as often as you did. You might not be able to have your late night talks anymore. Your late nights in the lab won’t be filled with laughter and jokes. She has bigger responsibilities now.

“I know. I thought about moving back to the states. Try for a photography job. Wakanda will always be my home. But you do have a huge responsibility now. One that I wouldn’t want you to be distracted from.” You grabbed her hand and she rubbed the back of your hand with her thumb.

“It’s your dream for photography, yeah? I want you to go for it. We’ll both have at least one distraction. My lab is my new bedroom.” She smiled and you couldn’t stop the laugh that left you.

“Y/N if you need anything. Anything at all. Don’t hesitate to reach out to me. You’ve been there for me through thick and thin. Even though we’ll be apart, you’ll always be my dearest Y/N.” She reached out to take you in her arms and you melted into her. The two of you stayed in each other’s arms as the sun went down.

“Jessie.”

“Bitch tell me you got the invitation. I can barely control myself right now!” You could hear her breathing on the other end and let out a laugh.

“Girl I got it.” You grinned and she squealed on the other end.

“Y/N this shit is huge. We’ll be covering a party in Wakanda! I need to get my braids redone TONIGHT. We’ll need some new fits. We gotta show out and we got to do it right!” She said and you smiled to yourself.

“Yeah. I’ll probably get some locs done and see if Riri can fit check me while I pack.” You told her and she clapped her hands.

“Bitch I can’t wait! I’ll see you Friday at the airport. Make sure you have your good lens. Might need some wide shots."

"What airport? This is Wakanda we are talking about. Where we were personally invited. Girl, we won’t need to go to the airport.” You chuckled remembering how your invite said the Dora milaje will pick you and your partner up from your place.

“Ou shit! Ya girl got to get her hoe fit ready. I’ll see you Friday girl.”

“Bye.” You hung up the phone and eyed the invitation sitting on your bed. Standing up you walked over to your closet with a wide grin. You were going home.

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ghostsprettymama · 1 year

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CONCEITED PRT 2

Toxic.

WARNINGS: Smut, cussing,murder,teasing,manipulation,safe sex,daddy kink,no spell check, angst.

PAIRING: Gang leader ! T'Challa x Black ! reader

PART ONE

plot: you wake up in your room after your party yesterday, your friend is gone but you struggle to remember what happened. The Udakus across the street from you are weirding you out. but T'challa is also watching your every move.

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key words:

gugu'lami - my treasure

entle - beautiful

Sthandwa-my love

Le intombazana izoba kukufa kwam

- this girl will be the death of me

Ndingubani igama lam Umenz - what's my name baby

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Y/n' s room

I woke up in my room? i couldve sworn i was some where else. But i knew it was early, I opened my curtains and i heard the birds chirping. For some damn reason i had a migraine too? the hell was happening to me. I took a shower, lathering my body up in soap. i didnt even notice the teddy bear in my bathroom.

T'Challa Pov.

He sat in the Camera rooms Watching Y/n,every move she did he saw. This man was beyond toxic and conceited. he wanted this woman so bad . But dating her and marking her as his would be suicide. it could fuck everything up.

"Damn. Why do i gotta play these fucking games." he mumbled to himself. he watches you shower, seeing you turn, he got hard looking at your Chest. You were bending down to look at the teddy bear.

"Dad mustve got me another stuff animal?" you shrugged it off, oo lord when you turned around, this man was on the edge of his seat looking at your ass. almost beating in person views.

' god give me the fucking strength to work today ' he thought

Y/n Pov

I got out the shower putting a casual fit on after putting lotion and perfume on and a little bit of red lipstick,my momma said she wanted to do some yoga in the yard so i came with her. it was now saturday so ofc im busy helping my mom.

In the yard we did excersizes, we even practice choreography for the next game or event my team had to go to.

"how was the sleepover with sasha?" your mom asked. You couldnt remember . You just shrugged it off

"Is that the lil Udaku boy over there?" you turned and he was washing his car. damn he did look sexy too. you bit your pretty lips watching him. you locked eyes with him, something in your somach felt like butterflies.

Locking eyes with him felt warm. as if you were infront of a king who only saw you. if you were a pretty crystal he wanted in a pile of diamonds. he was walking over? oh lord . "y/n baby youre drooling-" your mother said and you wiped your mouth.

you turned around going back to doing yoga, while he talked to your mother, you tested your flexibility since you need it for being a majorette, you heard him clear his throat. behave you assumed thats what it meant. but you were infront of your mother so it didnt matter.

"Well my baby is a little stiff with yoga so can you help her while i run to the store right quick baby?" your mother said and T' Nodded. she got in her car driving off.

He did what he was asked, he corrected your posture, noticing youd flinch lwhenever he grabbed your hips because of how it affected you. "If you pose like that you look like a cat throwing up." He said, of course he was gonna be a jerk, And a Attractive one too. "Well i dont see you being the flexible one here Sir." you said with the sass alike your fathers.

"Lower your tone, speak to me like that again and see what happens" He promised pressing against me on accident, which is what i assumed. I never felt something like that before, he felt so big n hard. i fell from him distracting me. "T'Challa what the hell!" i said standing up pushing the 6" foot somethin man. "What? got involentary movements now. i thought a majorette would have more balence?" he walked around you checking you out.

You rolled your eyes going back to doing yoga, you felt his private parts touch yours. Your dad looked out the window opening it. "Y/n who the hell is this?" your dad ask as you stood up straight, he was still rubbing his rock hard erection against your soaked warmth. "Its my friend Nathan sir. Mama asked him yo help me with dancing and yoga." you said holding the noises that wanted to escape in. "well boy do you want some lemonade." Nick fury asked.

"Yes sir." he said avoiding nick seeing his face. Nick paid no mind to it closing the curtains and window heading to the kitchen.

When you were sure your father couldnt see you moved from T'challa crossing your arms. "What the fuck T'!" you said making him laugh "im sorry im sorry. hearing you cuss is like a feral mickey mouse cussin." he said leanining against a tree. you got so wet from looking at him, he was so unbelievablly sexy to you.

You bit your lips, your eyes moving down, T'Challa was watching you, just as your eyes were about to move, you heard him say in his native tongue " my eyes are up here gugu'lami ( my treasure) ." he said.

You rolled your eyes getting closer and staring in his eyes." Yeah jus like that entle (beautiful) listen t' me ." He said lifting your chin, your pretty eyes looked at his hungry ones, he whispered in your ear.

"You have no idea on how much i wanna devour you right now." he said like a hungry wolf. then he looked at nick who came out with two cups lemonade. He handed yours to you, handing T'challa his. Immediantly going back inside.

you grabbed his cup pouring it in the grass with yours, he raised an eyebrow. "He probably poisoned it. Dad doesnt like his princess with perverted men that would hurt her." You said mockingly.

He raised an eyebrow. His phone got a notification, he read it going up on your porch knocking on your door, your dad answering. "If you mind my mom asked us to go shopping for her, can Y/n come with" He asked fury. "well ill be damned? someone asking me to take my daughter somewhere? you sure you not tryna date my daughter or something ?" he said.

 you got flustered at the idea, you and T' dating? Sure you were friends with him since freshmen year ( 4 years) but youd never think he liked you. "No sir, i rather get to know her" He said, damn he was winning my dad over. "Damn hes a rare one. Dont scare your friend off Y/n!" your dad said embarassing you.

"Dadd! stoppp!" you whined out. They shook hands and T'Challa walked you to his now clean car putting you in the passengers seat. He got behind the wheel as music played when he started his car, he drove w one hand on the steering wheel, the other on your thigh. his eyes was on the road.

IN THE CAR.

"So did you enjoy my party?" the party

you completely forgot as your heart skipped a beat. then it all came back as you looked at T'challa like he was crazy. "My friend sasha.." you said, tears swelling up. T'Challa parked in a secluded place. Locking the doors so you wouldnt run. "Mhm but wanna know why that happened." he said and you nodded.

Before he told you he pulled trackers from you clothes or listening devices, breaking all of them.His eyes shifted to you, he looked angry now, for some reason it turned you on so bad. "Because your daddy likes to fuck up my operations.. and i dont like that Ms princess of law" he said, you realised who he was and you nodded.

You went for your phone forgotting he had it. "Aht aht. I know daddys girl would go telling him. " T'Challa said and you eached for it, your breast threatening to fall our your bra. "sit the fuck down. people can see in this damn car." his voiced boomed in your stomach and you listened to his orders. "Good girl. Now i have an offer right" He smiled at you.

"What is it.. " You said, he pretended to break your phone first which made you fucking sob. "hey now, Dont cry pretty Girl." He said wiping your tears, he lifted your chin so you looked at him.

"my mom finds you interesting. so she wants you to get every file he has on us, and delete them off of every single thing." he asked you, but you shook hour head "I cant do that T' thats illegal! my daddy works for the government!" you said and he chuckled.

"Well you can baby. you wouldnt want me going to jail right? then you couldnt have your perverted little looks at me, or touch yourself to me at nigth,or desperately hump your pillows to the thought of me. tsk.. its a shame i have all of that recorded.. itd be a shame id i just.. sent that to him and everyone in the school.. Y/n fury! the notorius pervert that desparately wants to corrupt The star student!" he said, faking his innocence, you couldnt believe be was blackmailing you to do what you want.

"Fine..you already broke what i have i dont have anything to lose." you sniffled hugging your knees. Seeing you cry made his heart hurt but he had to put his job first. "Hey hey im sorry baby. i promise if you do what i said.. itll be gone okay i can even do somethin bout sasha aight?"

BACK AT YOUR HOUSE

The Udaku's and Maria were over for dinner, But Shuri and T'Challa were in their house since they didnt wanna go, so only their parents went.

You sat on your dads chair, logging in his computer, his password was your birthday and his anniversary. You werent as dumb as people made you to be.When you Found their file, you saved the ones were you assumed was about T'challa or mentioned him sending it to your plugged in usb.you deleted the rest quickly , leaving the room.

Then you left the house Polietly knocking on the door and Shuri answered. "How can i help you ma? " she looked down at you. "Can i speak with your brother?" you polietly asked, Shuri loved how kind you were. she moved out the way letting you in.

you went upstairs knocking on his door, he answered only in sweatpants, half asleep. his pants were so low you could see his happy trail and his v line. "Hmmm? did what i asked you to do princess?" He said in his deep but raspy voice,you nodded "can i come in?" you asked and he nodded.

You walked in looking around . he closed and locked the door behind him, you both sat in his bed, well you laid down since it was so comfy. "i did it, so can you delete it now." you asked." hand me the usb " He said, your heart dropped to his ass.

"How did you know.." you said handing him it sighing. "Cameras." He replied. "Boy why the fuck are you watching me on camera's". you turned your head to him. he was laying on his side, his arm propped up holding the side of his head as he looked at you.

"Cause in interested in you Miss fury." He said getting close to you. You didnt move for some reason. "Well im not a damn show.. im a real person " you pushed him back, you werent gonna be seduced. " i didnt ask. im interested in you and know what my family does so im gonna watch you eitherway."he stood up going the foot of the bed.

"Youre just so fucking tempting yknow.. i have the temptations of the gods not to fuck you and make you mine." He said going off topic. You raised your eyebrow. "Well im not a cheap whore. sex or being my first time isnt gonna make me fall in love with your psychotic ass." you crossed your arms bickering with him like you were his wife.

"Lose the adtittude before i make you lose it." He said, he already looked pissed off. but you didnt care "Treat me with common fucking respect and i will bitch." you said, his hand was on your throat as you looked up at him. he squeezed down hard.

"Mmh T' dont do that." you said, shit he was turning you on." mm-mm. you deserve this for calling me out my name" he said softly. "Mm. say sorry and ill let go. he sat down moving you ontop of his lap. "Why are you like this.." you asked. "because i want, but i cant have you. " He said,you realised why.

"Is that gona stop you from.. doing stuff with me.." you said as your finger ran down his body, T'Challa said. "Baby im toxic. you would cry because of me" he said laughing ,hand still on your throat. "i dont care.. i just keep having these thoughts of you and i wanna act on them... continously ..•" you said, he raised his eyebrow. "Just say sorry and ill make you feel good. ill be my job to spoil you and make you feel good. just like youre mine." he looked down at me, i could tell he was serious.

"Im sorry daddy." you said with a smirk. T'challa laughed "just you wait." he laid be down kissing me, i kissed back wrapping my arms around him, my eyes closed as i let him guide me, he soft lips left mine as he bit on my neck, leaving hickeys and kiss marks. "mmhf Erik.. but my dads gonna see" i said worried, he pressed his thumb down on my throat telling me to shut up.

I whimpered and moaned at the bite marks,hickeys and kisses he left all over my body. he stopped at my jogging pants looking up at me, i nodded.

"sorry, we do verbal consent around here Sthandwa (my love)" He stared up at you"Please. Please fuck me." "please what" "Please Fuck me T'challa, i need you to please me daddy. i want only you." you caressed his face. thats all that he needed to hear, he slid your joggers off .

"Not wearin any panties conviently?" he said, his accent coming in. you looked away ashamed. " i.. um... see about that" you said "girl i dont give a fuck why you arent wearing panties right now , i just wanna give you head shut up." he said, you listened.

and when he did eat you out, he most deffinently was good at it. He is a munch. He deffinently is Overloard much too. He used his tongue on your clit , lapping at your clit, the motions drove you crazy as you gripped his hair. his fingers fucked your pussy so good, you moaned his name not trying to be so loud . he made you feel so good. "mmh im gonna cum soon ffuck." you grinded desperately against his mouth, his mouth and fingers absolutely attacking your pussy. you felt like heaven . "Squirt on my face baby. make a mess ,jus f'me"he said, fondling your breast with his free hand

Lord he enjoyed eating your pussy, you could tell that he was starting to get pussy drunk.

And so you did, you panted, he licked what he could off what he couldnt reach he cleaned off with a towel. "mmh do i get to make you feel good too?"you said sitting up. he raised his eyebrows " You sure Sthandwa?(my love) dont want you to choke on my dick" he said concerned

and so you did, but you didnt take in what you couldnt handle. you stroked his shaft as your tongue explored his shaft and tip when your pretty lips consumed him."mm fuck. you look so pretty" he caressed your face, such a praise would make you absolutely devour him.

You took him whole bobbing your head up and down, you were making the man whimper and throw his head back, you looked up at him smiling with your eyes,you didnt stop, you began to deepthroat him nice and slow.

he had shaky breathes. He began to fuck your mouth as he whined out "im gonna cum soon. on your pretty little face yeah? you want that Angel?" He asked you, you nodded, you felt like you were ontop of the fucking world.He pulled out, stroking his cock till came on my face.

T'Challa pov.

Fuck this girl was kinda good. atleast im getting what i want right? i took a picture of her face with my cum on it. "Whos the picture for ?” she asked me while giving me a look.

“Erik, cause i js wanna make him mad” I said replied. “Oh so you just did this with me to piss him off?” y/n said getting sassy with me, i rolled my eyes shaking my head. “Na. Of course not beautiful. I want you and im js establishing that you fuck w me and only me now.” i stated to her.

“No thanks i can do stuff with who i want to .” the shit she said pissed me off i tossed her onto the bed . “You funny if you think other people gon touching on you”

i laughed at her” now do you want me to please you or do you wanna stop?” I saw her bite her lip looking me up and down, her eyes meeting mine. Damn i love those pretty eyes of hers. “ i want you to do whatever you want to me” she said.

Then i snapped, i went down on her kissing her body and worshipping her. Shit if i was gonna risk my damn life, I was gonna be romantic about it. I gently played with her breast.

When i was done worshipping her, i teased the entrace of her pussy with my tip” you sure you don't wanna back out pretty girl?”i teased her. “Course i dont wanna back out ‘challa, youre my first” she told me, for some reason it made me smile.

I Opened a condom, of course i wasnt gonna go raw for her first. when i put it on and slowly entered her, she felt so warm even with the condom on, so nice. I tilted my head back, a soft groan escaping my lips. “Jus tell me when i can move..” i said, gently interlocking my hand with hers

Y/n Pov

I waited to get used to his length. "you can move now" i said, his thrusts were gentle and slow. he didnt wanna harm me. i moaned as he embraced me kissing on my neck.

This man fucked me like he loved me, his gentle strokes and kisses making me feel like i was loved. i knew i wasnt but atleast he made me feel good.

"Mmh faster please!" you said, He sped up hitting a spot you clenched around him when his cock grazed against your g-spot. "mmmh! right there please!" you were vocal about how good T'challa made you feel and he loved it. "Mmh you feel so good,nice n warm just f'me yeah?" T'challa said " Mmh? Found your g-spot. good." He added on .

He began to abuse your sweet spot making you feel so good, he fucked you so nice and deep, fast with it but not too fast for this to end quickly, he huched over to give you kisses, but this one was nice and deep. for a fuck buddy he loved to have loving sex. your tongues battled for dominance, when he pulled away a saliva trail was produced and broken.

He sped up his pace going rougher,still felt good but you were slowly getting overstimulated and cockdrunk. You scratched up his back listening to him moan and whimper in your ear. "Say my name." he said in your ear, fucking you so fast and deep,you could barley even think.

“T’Challa makin me feel so good !” you said choking on your words as all the sounds you could produce is your moans as this man took your virginity, his back was covered in your scratches while your body was covered in his hickeys , bite marks and lovebites.

i didn't know a man that could fuck and worship me as if i was a goddess he needed to worship ,ever crevice or nook he kissed. " Le intombazana izoba kukufa kwam."(this girl will be the death of me.) he said, his accent being thick and deep, raspy yet attractive. "I love when you speak your native language. its so pretty" I said, he was fucking you so nice n good.

"Thank you my love. Ill cherish your words" he chuckled as his thrusts got sloppy, he got more clingy. "im gonna mcum soon.. want me to pull out ?" He asked and i nodded, condoms could break and i deffinently wasnt ready for a kid.

He kept fucking me till i cane again, them he pulled out cumming all over my stomach.

i felt him lift me up and place me in a hot bath. it had bubbles in it,he sat in with me smiling. "why give me a bath?" You asked.

"Its aftercare baby. a normal person that fucks with you should give you it, but dont worry about that. youll only be with me" He said. "what if im not only with you?" you innocently asked.

"You dont wanna do that." he said in a threatening tone. i shrugged it off washing myself, he made me feel weird.

"do i get sasha back now.." you said hugging your knees. "like i like doing stuff with you but.. you killed my friend" you said tearing up. "no i didnt." he replied.

"Erik killed her because she was a spy." He said "as a gang, more like a mafia kinda. We have to do buisness, expand territory, sell goods for stuff we need, transport, trade etc." he said getting uo wrapping a towel around them. "and you killed her because she jeporadized you and your gang.." i said, he nodded but he gave me a light kiss in my forehead. "so youd kill me too. fucking with you is a death trap." i said glaring. i got out the bath and he blocked the door. "im not letting you go home, youre naked and know too much. " he said

"You must think im some delusional ass white girl to to think im not fucking going home" you said standing up with a towel around you. "cuss at me again and see what happens." he said staring down at me, boy he was infuriating. "Why are you doing this. you know i wouldnt tell my dad." you said , he sighed rolling his eyes "no because you would babble to your friends, and its 11:35. You leaving now is suspicious dumbass” he flicked my head.

“Where am i gonna sleep??” you said, frowning up. T'challa gave you the real face as if you weren't in his room. "im not sleeping in your room." you said. T’challa left the room putting a shirt in the bathroom. “Put that on. Im not arguing with a naked woman .” Tchalla said, you put the shirt on, sitting beside t’challa yawning.

“Why are you a brat?” T’challa asked. “Why are you a bitch” you replied turning your back to him, and nuzzling the big pillow on my end. “ baby are you mad at me” he asked in a soft tone, i ignored him and he got in my ear. "Ndingubani igama lam Umenz." he said, i turned to him understanding Xhosa abit. "T'challa." i replied,his hand gently caressed my face, smiling. "Mmh cmere" he said. you rested your head on his chest laying ontop of him.

You fell asleep to hearing a camera click. mmh you felt so safe in his arms, he kissed your head goodnight.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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On The Hunt: One Step Ahead

Summary- 4.2k Alpha Steve x Little One. Back in Wakanda now, You join T'Challa and his shifters in the hunt for finding panthers being taken and sold. Steve and Bucky are finding more of Bucky's past as the White Wolf but no leads as to Hydra's current movements.

Warning- Steve living in intimate memories. Trafficking humans.

A/N- Thank you to everyone who is following this series. I'm sorry if you all hate Steve still, I hope I can one day redeem him for you. My wonderful beta for this series is no longer on Tumblr, but I have to thank her anyways for still being willing to read through this for me. Dividers made by @firefly-graphics Happy Reading! 🐺💙

Chapter One / Masterlist

The heated mugginess was getting to your Little Wolf, her panting becoming as uncomfortable in your mind as the sweat dripping down the side of your face, causing you to ache to swipe it away, flick the offending moisture off of you.

Wolves of the north weren’t meant for the oppressive jungle closing in from overhead, making it a proper hot box. They were shifters used to the shade of towering mountains that blew deep cold into the open valleys.

But this is where you were and you weren't about to be deterred from your mission.

Still have an eye on them Y/N? T’Challa’s voice came through the tech you had in your ear. You shifted in a crouch among the heavy leaves, creating enough coverage for the men loading the truck with cages who wouldn’t even notice. Nor did they scent you as the air was laden with the scent of fear from the cages.

You took the chance to whisper back. “I’m counting three with the trucks, but there are more.”

The Little Wolf quieted as she inhaled, sorting through the scents in the air. <At least two, maybe three.>

“Possibly two out of sight, one in the cab.”

You glanced up, your eyes sharpening as across the small opening in the jungle you could see a black shadow creeping among the trees. Another voice came through the tech, an exasperated female tone. We do not have all night.

Oyoke was ready and from what you could tell, this was the best chance to take them without any of the victim’s getting hurt.

There was a bit of silence and you could see T’Challa still up in the tree’s. The truck engine started, shifting into gear.

<It’s now, we can never keep up with moving vehicles.> The Little Wolf snapped in her anxiety to retrieve the victims. You were about to make your own protest and risk getting caught when the King dropped from the trees ahead, his vibranium suit protecting him as he landed on the trucks engine, shuddering it to a stop. He flipped back out of sight as the men burst out of the truck, streaming into the treeline looking for the man.

They were quickly met with quiet spears landing in there chests. A sound of alarm came and gunfire was shot off into the trees.

The smugglers in their haste to find who was attacking them left the truck unattended. The Little Wolf thumped her paws impatiently, itching to give chase while you slunk out with Nakia, the panther silent on her feet as she slipped into the back of the truck. You listened as Nakia assured the victims. “Okay, we can get out of here Y/N.”

It was the confirmation you needed, giving a thump against the side of the truck to say you heard and you glanced around to make sure the smugglers were still occupied. Jumping into the cab of the truck, you searched for keys and cursed that they must have taken them.

You already know I was gonna. You snapped back at your wolf as you yanked the wires out. Gunfire and more shouting could be heard from the distance, but it was getting closer, quickly.

Nakia yanked a small back window open, again the smell of fear from the back overwhelmed you, making your Little Wolf snarl aggressively, ready to lash out at whoever came close. It made you bare your teeth in a hiss. “They are coming Y/N”

“And we’re…” You struck the wires quickly, cursing mentally till the engine rumbled, roughly, it made a worrying groaning noise that made you think T’Challa landed harder than necessary on the hood. “Gone.” You put it in a squealing groan and the truck jumped forward. Your door flung open and in a flash a hand reached through, grabbing at you.

“Not with our profit!”

“Fuck.” You tried pulling out of the smuggler’s hold, slamming your foot on the gas to race down the bumpy road, attempting to dislodge his hold on you. Yells from the back sounded in alarm as everyone was tossed around, cages sliding. You just hoped you hadn’t crushed Nakia in the process. “Get off.” You twisted, doing anything to break loose as the hand tightened its hold, his fingers digging into your scalp.

“STOP THIS TRUCK.”

Fine… You tried slamming him into some trees alongside of the road, your body being half yanked out of the seat and almost out the window. “Hold on!” You screamed out, slamming your foot on the brake and feeling the truck almost roll as your hair was ripped out of your scalp while the smuggler was thrown.

The massive brute of a man didn't go far, you revved the truck preparing to just run him over when from the top of the truck a black panther jolted off, claws outstretched. She landed on him, knocking him back down while her claws sunk in and the panther’s lethal bite latched to the back of his neck, severing vertebrae almost immediately.

“Nakia, I swear to everything that better be you.” A flick of her tail made you breathe easier. The body got dragged and Nakia thumped back into the rear of the truck.

Once the pantheress was secured in the back, you resumed driving, this time going at a reasonable pace while leaving the smugglers to their fate with the King and the Dora Milaje.

You sighed in the hot water as you sunk down into the extravagant tub, letting the bubbles rise up to your chin.

<More heat? We spent all day in the jungle.> Your Little Wolf complained while you let the hot water soak your sore muscles. After the mission today and all the work after getting the Panthers into medical bay to be checked over, you retreated to your room. T’Challa had everything you needed sent up so you could recover in privacy like you preferred.

You feel all the aches like I do. You pointed out as you slipped yourself under, scrubbing blood and grit out of your hair, tentatively touching your scalp before rising again to gasp for air.

<Sure we ache, but that's not all it is.> Your Little Wolf sighed as she stretched herself out to cool off. You frowned, knowing what she was pointing out. Another month of being in heat and your body physically revolted against you, just as much as your mind felt every day having lost your bond with your mate and he turned away. Your Little Wolf felt the sudden wave of sadness and pushed assuringly against your mind, trying to ease the pain you both shared. <We can take the pills that Tony sent… if it's too much.>

You were silent as you started washing. But I don’t want to. It will erase anything of the bond I have with Steve still. You swiped at tears. I can’t erase him from my heart for good even though he broke it.

<I don’t want to lose it either.> The Little Wolf echoed softly, a pained howl rising from the depth and you immediately recognized it. Her song to her Alpha, calling him home. Sudsy hands covered your face as you gave a sob, finally submitting to your pain now that you were alone again.

“Where you at?” Steve said in the comm, approaching the compound with stealth. The wolves around him were just as silent, low to the ground as they were all focused, hyper aware on the compounds gates.

“I got you Steve, you are all clear. We’re ready with above ground cover.” Bucky's voice came through, assuring Steve that his back was covered.

<Now or never Steve, we have watched them for days and they still have no idea we’re about to ambush them.> The large Alpha was primed and ready for the attack. With a wave of his hand, the wolves in his command streamed out of their hiding spots, with Steve leading them forward. He blocked the feeble attempt of shots coming from it with a heavy shield on his forearms, pushing forward till above them Bucky and his sharpshooters cleared the path to the front gate.

Getting inside proved to be easier then Steve had hoped it would be, meaning it was just a compound of lower concern for Hydra. They went from room to room, collecting the Hydra beta’s with a sharp Alpha command from him. All of it was so easy, the wide compound stale with misuse except for the small group occupying it. Another dead end for the team.

There was still information to shift through, looking for other possible targets. Steve was going through the compound, mapping it out with his Wolf while his team started in on the computer systems protected in the center when he sensed Bucky entering with his team. “Where is Captain Rogers?” Steve heard him briskly ask one of their team.

“He is in the back Sergent.” The wolf directed Bucky. Steve scanned the room filled with cages one last time, the air stale and unused. Steve growled frustrated as he turned from the room and left it.

Bucky came up alongside him as he strode down the hall and made his way towards the exit and where the compounds latest residents were being held.

The few Hydra wolves that were collected submitted easily, a small group of beta’s that Steve felt had been abandoned long ago and forgotten. He squatted in front of one kneeling in cuffs, his head drooping in exhaustion. “Beta, what were your orders here?”

The ones nearby shuffled in the same positions, avoiding looking at the Alpha questioning them. Bucky stayed back, letting Steve work. “I can’t, my Alpha forbid me to talk.” He tried avoiding Steve’s gaze, but Steve pushed him with a growl, an alpha order that made the beta go rigid, fighting against his previous orders before he submitted to Steve. “We were to stay behind, hold this compound safe for Hydra’s use if they needed a place to go to ground.”

“And who ordered you to do this?” Steve asked gently, no longer pushing his authority on the Beta. The Beta finally looked at him, then over his shoulder, pointing at Bucky. “He did.”

Steve sighed with a drop of his head, even talking to the remaining wolves was proving useless for further info. They were just hitting Brock’s old hideout’s and Bucky growled out in frustration, making the beta’s flinch and pull back, averting there gazes to everywhere but him. It was clear that they were scared of him as Soldat, the air turning sour with fear.

Bucky snapped past Steve and went back outside, away from the hydra betas. Steve followed him out to see his best friend battling his own demons. “He’s right… I should remember this place and giving those orders and I don’t.” Bucky tensed a moment, every bit of Sergeant that he was and covering his distress. “The White Wolf is still blocking memories from me. I’m not any use to you Steve.”

“Well, I would rather have you with me than anyone else.” Steve clasped Bucky’s shoulder assuringly. The two men both looked tired, the months of being on the hunt getting to both of them now. Steve tried not to let himself think too much about what that meant for him. His mission had been to get the head of Hydra and destroy it to keep the packs safe.

To keep you safe from him. It had been months, so many months since he left you in that hospital room. He knew you were safe, but he knew little else about what you were doing now. Sara refused to tell him, her loyalty to you made Steve feel better. Sam wouldn’t defy his mate giving detailed information and Steve wouldn’t ask him to.

As long as you were safe, that was the only question he asked from Sam anymore.

Dragging his thoughts back from getting lost in you, his Wolf simmered from somewhere deep in his mind, the beast grew distant with Steve as well, leaving him with silence most of the time unless they were on the verge of an attack. Turning back to Bucky, he made a suggestion to his frustrated packmate. “Let's regroup, and see if any of this information is of any use. The team needs a rest anyways, we have been running them hard for weeks now.”

Bucky was quiet for a moment, letting it sink in. Steve guessed he was trying to reach his beast but, he was absent, unwilling to come back into the consciousness of the man after he killed Brock. “Let’s go.” Bucky pressed for his com, barking out orders to collect the intel and hydra wolves, they were going ‘home’.

It felt sour to Steve, calling that home. Home was far to the mountains, where a Little Wolf he once called his sang her song in his woods, ran his trails, slept in his bed and showed him what it was like to be bonded with someone who loved him. There was a small bit of comfort in knowing you were safe with the rest of the pack. Steve didn’t want to ponder too much if you might have taken another as your mate. Such thoughts made his chest ache tiredly. Wearily the Alpha snarled at the intrusive thoughts of his mate with another. Steve trailed after Bucky, suddenly tired. Once more him and his Alpha lost in the memories.

“So you excited?” Shuri jabbered next to you as you both strolled down to her lab. “You should be because I outdid myself!” Your Little Wolf excitedly yipped, having a great fondness for the brilliant panther, often times when the full moon was out, the princess would join you on your jogs around Wakanda, letting your Little Wolf run as if with a pack once again.

Home was always an option, Sam made sure that you knew where you belonged and that The Pack was always your family. But it hurt too much to be there, Steve’s cabin was vacant now. Waiting for either of you to return.

“I don’t even know what I’m supposed to be excited about?” You shoulder bumped Shuri affectionately. She just gave a wicked grin and bumped her wrist against the lock, making the door whoosh open. Shuri let you go and skipped into her lab, various machines buzzing to life and popping up screens at just her presence.

“Stark is gonna be so jealous.” Shuri giggled as you followed her inside. You snorted in amusement, knowing fully about the competitiveness the Alpha had with the panther. So far Shuri with her advanced technology built from the vibranium was edging Tony’s tech out, but he wasn’t far behind.

“Okay, but what is it Shuri?”

She was hitting buttons and the wall opened up to reveal panther suits and other gadgets Shuri had enhanced. You admired the glinting gear, knowing as beautiful as all of it was, it was lethal too. Shuri beckoned you down the wall, pausing where rings and bracelets were. “This is it.” She pulled up what looked like two thin wire bracelets, glinting hints of sliver and purple in the light. “Hold out your wrists Y/N.”

“It’s not silver is it?” you teased, playing on the werewolf myth. Shuri rolled her eyes at you while fitting them over your hands to dangle over your wrists.

“You gonna turn into a wolf beast on the full moon and hunt us down. Drooling everywhere?” Shuri snickered at you. Letting go of your hands, she stepped back. “Okay, tap them together when you’re ready.”

You shook out your arms to feel the weight, which you could barely tell they were there but when you tapped them, the chains expanded, racing up your arms to cover your forearms in metal. “Okay cool!” You twisted your arms to look at how they covered you.

Shuri looked happy with your reaction. “If you tap again, it will cover more and go across your chest. Give a very firm and determined shake of your wrists and a vibranium energy shield will pop up.” She waved her hand encouraging you to try. The taps of your wrists together expanded the armor further up till it rested across your chest, then the shake of your wrist expanded an energy shield that covered the front of you.

“Okay, this is awesome Shuri. But how do I deactivate it back to the chains?” You marveled at it, running your hands over the vibranium covering your chest to feel how flexible it was, never impeding your movements.

“Same way, I was only able to put a few settings in it for now.” You gave another shake of your wrists to drop the shield and tap together, all of it zipping back into thin chains on your wrists. “It does have a tracker in it that I can keep tabs on here. And it will adjust to your Little Wolf when you shift.”

“Thank you Shuri.” You embraced her in a hug, the woman cuddling up to you with a purr of affection.

“Of course, if you are going to continue tracking the kidnapped with my brother, then you need protection.”

T’Challa stepped into the room, smiling as he saw Shuri and you embracing. “Ahh, she finally showed you her latest?” He inquired with a pointed look at the simple silver chains dangling on your wrists.

“She did and I can’t wait to try them out.”

“Good, because I was just sent some intel of more smugglers outside of Wakanda borders.” He pulled up an image of Ulysses. The image was a painful memory for you, your Little Wolf’s hackles raising at the image of the man. Flashbacks of you and Steve tied up in the back of a truck, the start to the end of your bond. The sorrowed look in your mate's eyes as he was bound and gagged inches away from you, those last memories with Steve still barbs in your heart. “We don’t know where he is sending our people to. But I don’t want to risk losing them.”

“When are we leaving?” Your Little Wolf’s snarl was evident in your tone, you were more than ready to hunt him down.

“Tonight, so get some rest.”

You bid goodbye to the panthers before returning to your room. Your heat, it simmered so close and you closed your eyes, breathing in sharply through your nose and out again till you felt yourself calm down some more.

<We can do this, right?> The Little Wolf whined from somewhere deep in your mind. You knew she was feeling the effects, missing her bond with the Alpha and craving the closeness they once shared. How the days in the nest would reaffirm their bond. Going into heat was much more than just breeding, it was a way for bonded mates to tend to each other and focus on one another's needs uninterrupted. Steve had always been so attentive to you in that time. The other mates Pierce tried to force on you, they made promises but painfully lashed out whenever you wouldn’t submit to them. Steve waited as long as you needed to be his.

It hurt that much more to know he also was able to just walk away from you. No, not walk away, do what he thought he had to in order for you to be safe. Stubborn fucking Alpha. You thought to yourself

We can do this, we have survived all this time and we have a job to do. You stated stubbornly as you started to gather the gear you would require for this mission.

Your body moved above him, your eyes shining a dim yellow in the darkness as your hands soft against his pecs slid up to cup along the side of his face, leaning over to nip your lips against his with a soft sigh of his name. “Steve.”

Steve couldn’t get enough of running his hands up and down your back, the small bumps of your scars running under his palms and you didn't try to pull away or hide them anymore, they no longer mattered to you. Now the only one you cared about what his bonding bite. You arched into his hold while rocking your hips, whining at the sensation of his thrusts under you while tilting your head to show him his mark on you. You licked into his mouth which turned into a kiss, tilting your head to deepen it.

Steve could drown himself in you. Your scent filled him while your taste was sweet on his tongue. You pressed into him while squeezing around his cock and Steve rolled you underneath him, your legs wrapping around his waist and your head tilted back, howling softly in your pleasure. He lost himself in you, caging you underneath him while he lashed his tongue down your neck, you were his, he loved marking you as his own, his bites, his scent, anyone who would come near you would sense that you belonged to him. The tip of his nose dragged against your bonding mark and he bit down while you came undone around him, clawing at his back and your needy whines echoed.

Steve woke with a jerk. You faded from his senses till he realized it was just him, your warm body wasn't curled at his side in the nest at the cabin, needing that touch you always sought out from him in your sleep. It was a hard cot underneath him in the dark room and the blanket drapped over him was tented from where he had to deal with his hard on the dream brought him.

A sigh escaped him as his hand fell under the sheet, his hand completely unsatisfying compared to what he felt while asleep. He let his eyes close, screwing slightly as he let his mind drift back to you.

How you always looked when you were with him with such love, trust and passion. Even when you were angry with him, that look never changed for you. His hand moved faster, picturing the time you two bonded, how you twisted to your back and arched your neck, trusting him enough to give him access to you. How you felt under him, asking for him and that bond- Steve never felt anything so strong in his life, it was a melding that shook him to his core and with serveral quick jerks recalling the memory, Steve shuddered out his unsatisfying release.

Hand sticky and somewhere in the depths of his mind, his Wolf calling for his Little Wolf, Steve jerked his covers off and went to go clean himself off. While he was cleaning himself up, glancing back in the cold room he now used to sleep, he couldn’t hold back the sting of it. His home was in a log cabin that had music playing while you cooked, the doors wide open to let the fresh air fill the space, where the comfortable bed was filled with your blankets and pillows in a nest that was for both of you. And you, you would pull him into your nest, nuzzle your way into his neck and sigh happily being in his arms.

<It’s almost her time.> The Alpha sighed, Steve was well aware that his Little One was about to hit her heat. That too was it’s own memory, the first time you meekly knocked on the bedroom door, seeking him out. The way your scent made him almost feral wanting you. It took every bit of his willpower that night not to claim you in the wildest way possible. To fill you with his pups and keep you as his. But he held out, you weren’t ready, not for that.

I know, I hope she is okay. Steve sighed to himself, he wanted you to be okay, to have found the support you needed to get through it. But the idea of another taking care of you made him all that more possessive, sick at the thought.

<She is a fighter, our Little One always has been> The big Alpha paced, unsettled as much as Steve was. Every instinct was telling him to go to his mate, even unbonded.

Steve knew you were, he had seen it over and over in his time with you. You stood up to Pierce even when he injected you with the serum that made your wolf go dormant, fought for your Alpha when Ross came around, stood tall when your pack was demolished by the missing packmates, challenged Brock every second he had you captive. You survived all of that. But you barely survived when Steve lost control.

Steve could still recall the drive to kill you, the way you couldn’t fight against him because he was the one who was meant to keep you safe. The way you struggled but almost never struck out cause you were about preserving him as much as yourself. How his drive to follow Brock’s orders made him forget everything the two of you had built together. The scars from the collar were as much mental for Steve as physical imprints on his skin, his hand absently rubbing at his neck where the barbs were dug in, holding him hostage to the deranged Alpha’s demands. Steve couldn’t lose control again, setting you free was his only option. He couldn’t hurt you again if you weren’t near him.

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