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babeyvenus · 2 years

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Wakanda's Princess

Nakia's pregnant with T'Challa's daughter. What will these two do with the new princess?

Chapter 1: Too Soon

This can't be happening…

Nakia looked down at her stomach and into the toilet. It's too soon.

She sat on the floor, distraught and anxious. She dreamed of this day before, but it was soon. Too soon.

She didn't know who to go to, in fear of the news getting out. But chose to go to the scientific princess.

Nakia walked in, dizzy from her morning sickness and saw Shuri working on some shoes. She looked around for her lover before making her way over to his sister.

"Shuri…I need help.", she whispered.

"What is it now? Did you break something?", the princess asked, not looking at her.

'Not yet….', Nakia thought.

"No. I just….I'm scared.", Nakia said instead.

Shuri finally turned around, taking in her friend's sickly state. "Whoa, what happened to you?", she asked.

"That's what I wanna know.", Nakia said, sitting in a chair.

She stared at the woman for a while. "You're pregnant, aren't you?", she asked.

Nakia's eyes widened as she hushed her. "Not so loud!", she whispered-yelled.

Shuri gasped. "So you are.", she said.

"I guess so. I didn't pay any mind to it until now.", Nakia said, looking down disappointed in herself. Shuri was the complete opposite. "I'm gonna be an auntie.", she said smiling.

In a way, Nakia felt relieved that Shuri wasn't upset. "Will you please check…?", she asked, unsure.

Shuri prepared her nanos as a bed and had Nakia lay on them.

"This might tickle.", she said.

"I'm not worried about tickles.", Nakia said, looking at her stomach.

Shuri hooked up an IV on Nakia, made her do some urine tests and waited.

"Yup. You came to me right on time.", she said, finally getting the results.

Nakia frowned. It's not like she didn't want to have the baby. She would've been ecstatic if they had talked about it. However…

He's going to be King soon….

"If you're worried about T'Challa, there's nothing to be worried about. Geez, you two always act like I don't have time on my hands. I'm here to help both of you.", Shuri said, reassuring Nakia.

Nakia smiled sadly. "Thank you.

"Shuri, do you have my device ready??", a familiar voice boomed in a short distance, making Nakia's eyes widen.

"Oh no…I don't want him to find out now. Put it away! Put it away!", she whispered, hearing his footsteps.

Shuri hurried with everything and got out his device she had been working on.

"It's here, brother. Ready to go.", she said, once T'challa came in. The older brother smiled and took it from her. "Thank you.", he said and turned to his lover, unaware of her nervousness. "Good morning, my love.", he said, coming over to Nakia and kissed her on her forehead before he left.

The women sighed in relief. "That was close.", Nakia said.

"Too close.", Shuri agreed. "So how long are you planning on keeping it from him….?", she asked.

"For as long as I can. I don't want to stress him out as much as he is now.", Nakia said.

"So how long do you think you'll be able to hide such a thing? You're going to swell a couple of months.", Shuri informed.

Nakia knew that. Though, she had a place to hide whenever her stomach would grow. She informed Shuri of such a place and decided that's where she'll stay.

She only hoped that T'Challa wouldn't miss her so much until it was time.

Months passed and it was finally time for Nakia to birth her child. It was a baby girl and instantly she knew the familiar genetic features of her lover.

"She's beautiful.", Shuri whispered, laying the infant child in Nakia's arms. Nakia cried, both out of happiness and despair. She had to cut all ties off from the Dora Milaje and could only give little information to the queen in fear of T'challa ever finding out.

Nakia decided it was too much. She couldn't let T'Challa know. Nakia let the women of a nearby village watch over her daughter before making herself known to her lover who welcomed her back, confused, worried and relieved that she was okay.

14 years had passed and T'Challa had yet to find out. By then, it was too late to go back. Nakia realized it would only make things worse if he had found out this late.

Instead T'Challa was with his father inside Vienna.

He huffed, tugging at his collar around his neck and looked at his father. "It's chafing.", he complained, making his father smile in amusement.

"Bear with it for now. We'll be gone soon.", he said.

The prince huffed and looked out the window.

"At a special United Nations conference 117 countries have come together to ratify the Sokovia Accords.", he heard and glanced at a red haired woman.

"Excuse me, Miss Romanoff?", a woman walks up to a red haired woman. "Yes?", she responds.

"These need your signature.", she said.

T'Challa watched as she signed a form and let the woman leave, finally recognizing her.

"I suppose neither of us is used to the spotlight.", T'Challa spoke up.

She turns to him. "Oh, well, it's not always so flattering.", she says.

"You seem to be doing alright so far. Considering your last trip to Capitol Hill… I wouldn't think you would be particularly comfortable in this company.", he says.

"Well, I'm not.", she says with a frown.

"That alone makes me glad you're here, Miss Romanoff.", T'Challa says genuinely.

"Why? You don't approve of all this?", she asks.

"The Accords, yes. The politics, not really. Two people in a room can get more done than a hundred.", he said.

"Unless you need to move a piano.", king T'Chaka says, walking up to them.

"Father.", the prince greets.

"Son. Miss Romanoff.", The king nodded to them.

"King T'Chaka. Please, allow me to apologize for what happened in Nigeria.", she apologizes, bowing.

"Thank you. Thank you for agreeing to all this. I'm sad to hear that Captain Rogers will not be joining us today.", he says.

"Yes, so am I.", she says and T'Challa smiles.

"If everyone could please be seated. This assembly is now in session.", they hear on the PA.

"That is the future calling. Such a pleasure.", T'Challa said, bowing to her.

"Thank you.", she says and leaves.

"For a man who disapproves of diplomacy, you're getting quite good at it.", his father says.

"I'm happy, baba.", he said, smiling.

The men give their affection before the king walks up to the podium for his speech.

"When stolen Wakandan vibranium was used to make a terrible weapon, we in Wakanda were forced to question our legacy. Those men and women killed in Nigeria, were part of a goodwill mission from a country too long in the shadows. We will not, however, let misfortune drive us back. We will fight to improve the world we wish to join. I am grateful to the Avengers for supporting this initiative."

As T'Challa listens to his father, his peripheral vision catches something outside the building. His eyes widened before turning back to his father. "Wakanda is proud to extend its hand in peace.", his father's last words were.

"EVERYBODY GET DOWN!", T'Challa yelled and ran for his father, but was too late and got blown away.

As the explosion cleared, T'Challa crawled on the floor in search of his father and found his limp body.

"Baba…. Baba!" The prince checked for a pulse but there was nothing…

He's dead….

"No….no….!!", T'Challa cried, cradling his father's lifeless body.

Unfortunately the news spread quickly back to Wakanda where Nakia was waiting for T'Challa. She felt regretful as she watched her daughter walk amongst the women in the village she stayed in.

She turned to the sound of footsteps and saw Shuri walk up to her in tears.

"Shuri…what's wrong….?", she asked, worriedly.

Shuri hugs her tight and bawls. The women rocked, Nakia confused and let Shuri settle down.

"Shuri, won't you tell me what happened?", Nakia asked.

"He's dead….my father. He's dead…", she whispers. Nakia's eyes widened and glossed over.

T'Chaka….dead….? Where's T'Challa…? What happened and how….? Why…?

"We have to go bury him….", Shuri says, getting up and looking at her niece.

"She wasn't even able to have the chance to know her grandfather….", she says.

Nakia glances at her daughter.

She's right. And it wasn't fair. What did he do to deserve his death….?

"T'Challa's in so much pain right now. He's the one that was there.", she said.

That only made Nakia's despair worsen. She didn't want to pile on more bad news.

Unfortunately, that didn't last. It had been months, and she was getting too big to hide for long.

After T'Challa returned to Wakanda after settling with the Avengers and delivering Xeno to justice, Nakia sought out for T'Challa, finally deciding to let him meet his child. The look on his face after seeing him made her want to change her mind. He looked so tired but happy to see her.

As they met up, he felt a bit relieved to see her but could tell something was off. She seemed... Nervous. "There's something I have to tell you.", she told him. Many outcomes entered his mind in an instant. She either found another love, was in trouble with someone or wanted him back.

He'd have to mentally prepare for one of those responses, but was not prepared for her to take him into the farther fields outside of the golden palace where animals grazed and their caretakers watched over them.

Nakia's eyes laid on a girl who was petting a rhino and T'Challa followed her line of sight. He looked at her in confusion at the girl. Nakia took a breath and called out for the girl who turned to them, a look of distain appearing on her face for a moment before she got a good look of the prince before her and she immediately straightened up.

T'Challa's eyebrow raised at the girl as she walked up to them and he looked at Nakia who appeared a little more distressed. The girl stepped up to them and bowed a bit. "My prince.", she greeted.

T'Challa shook his head. "No need for that." She looked up in confusion. "Am I needed?", she asked him and he looked at her with furrowed eyebrows as he took in her features. She looked no older than 14 or 15.

He looked back at Nakia who looked at him with glossed eyes. "T'Challa, this is T'Kia.", she introduced. His eyes widened as he realized why the woman was so off-putting today. He looked between the girl and the woman. "Is she... Did we...–?", he started.

Nakia nods, silently, watching the prince's eyes become glossy. T'Challa looks at the girl. "She's your daughter.", Nakia says, shocking the girl.

T'Kia looked between the two in disbelief before she stared at T'Challa who stared back. He had so many questions. Why was he just now finding out about this...? Why did it take so long? Did she resent him?

He couldn't stand the girl's confused and teary eyes. He looked at her for another long moment, trying to take her in. He felt a sense of regret and shame for missing out on so many years.

Then he reached out and pulled TKia close. "Are you angry with me...?", he asked, softly.

Her eyes bubbled with tears instead, feeling warm inside. This was what she was missing all these years. Not knowing what a father was like... Not knowing what it was like to have him around.

She shook her head silently, hugging him back.

The prince embraced her in his arms, his face now buried in her hair. Even though she was his own flesh and blood, he had never held his own child before.

He never even saw her birth. He missed out on her first steps, her first words, her first birthday.

All the guilt and regret hit him at once and he only squeezed her harder.

The sounds of her sniffles made his heart clench painfully. "Baba...", she sobbed, nuzzling her face in his chest, grasping at his clothes as if he'd disappear. The prince shook his head, and stroked her hair as he shushed her. "Baba is here now. Baba's not going anywhere.", he cooed softly.

He looked over to Nakia, who had tears in her eyes too. He could see the guilt in hers. Her sorrow for keeping their child from him, her tears not just of joy, but also of regret.

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philtstone · 2 years

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Ayo & dealer's choice, "dancing with their hands holding onto each other"

lol, this got way longer than intended. anyway, ayo my beloved. hopefully i got the character voices and worldbuilding okay. you can also read it on ao3 <3

"Come," she says, "come dance. You are just standing there like a meerkat with that spear."

Ayo knocks her spear into the ground again. Yama and Nomble are a little ways away in the club, flirting shamelessly with the bartender. It is, for all of them, their first night free in a while, and Ayo did not have a moment to leave her gear at her quarters before being dragged out by her sisters.

She is not too bothered; she must become entirely comfortable with this thing in her arms, as an extension of herself. Nothing less can be expected of her in this duty she has had the privilege to seek. Besides, amidst the loud music and humming voices that fill the place, barely anyone has noticed she and her stick. She lifts her chin.

"I am dancing."

"You are knocking your spear into the ground with rhythm. Move your hips a little, Nandi, so we can see how fetching they are."

Like a bare foot against sun-warmed stone Ayo's cheeks fill with heat.

"Aneka," she says, feeling flustered. Aneka is unperturbed. She is so often unperturbed, and Ayo has noticed, indelibly. She moves with fluidity and grace and stamping feet that show off her rounded cheeks and small breasts and dancing eyes. Easy, like their daily training comes to Ayo's long arms and legs, Aneka comes forward and catches both of Ayo's hands in her own, pulling her into the dance.

After a few stiff moves, Ayo apologizes, fumbling in a way she does with no one else: “I am sorry if I take myself too seriously.”

"It's alright," Aneka says. "I think you are easy to trust, because you are so serious. I am less serious and like dancing."

"You are easy to like," Ayo says, without thinking.

Under the orange glow lights of the club, Aneka's face lights up in a grin as warm as that stone.

ii.

The Panther has been spending time with Nakia of late, and so they are outside of Wakanda and looking into a smuggling ring. It spearheads just on the fringe of their borders and so Ayo knows his Highness approached the King with that as the impetus. Nomble said, very quietly two days ago, that she believes them to be doing the right thing. Ayo isn’t so sure. She does not like these elegant European parties, at any rate; they have very little life, or flavour, and the food is bad.

“You have not yet tried French cream,” says the Panther. He is right. She hasn’t. She supposes she ought to, so she can tell Aneka and her great love for the culinary arts what it tastes like. He adds, gently, “Captain,” like the start of a sentence.

"Yes Inkosana yam?” says Ayo at once.

"You might loosen your arms.”

“Your Highness?”

“To appear as though you are enjoying your evening out, nje kancinci. I am not so terrible a dancer to have stepped on your feet, eh?"

Of course he is not. Ayo inhales thinly. Yama and Nomble tease that now that she has become Captain, she will rule with an iron fist. It remains nothing but teasing, and Ayo a gracious target. She does wonder, though. General Okoye takes her duty more seriously than life itself, and yet she also has such a warm and easy manner about her. Ayo wonders if one day she will be capable of that.

She lifts her chin and focuses on being led, which is another foolish component to these outsiders’ pastimes. She knows the steps to many dances, this irritating Western waltz included, but as Aneka is quick to point out, there is a difference between knowing and knowing. Ayo knows her spear. She is not sure she knows how to be the glamorous young woman on the arm of a wealthy arms dealer. Prince T’Challa, for all that he ties his own young tongue in knots when Nakia sweeps in and out of rooms, is a better actor than Ayo.

"I was scoping out potential exits, your Highness," she explains.

"And I am sure you will guard my life with yours if the occasion arises," the Prince agrees, murmured. He pauses – Ayo narrows her eyes at the bustle and glitz around them – considering. "You know," he starts, and Ayo has become accustomed enough to the warm and boyish manner that underpins his gravitas to notice the oncoming humour, "I am also not a fan."

"Of ... exits?" Ayo says.

"Of dancing, Captain." Three more steps; now T'Challa has the vantage point to the balcony, and their mission's target. She will be happy to see the awful man beg for mercy. Perhaps she does see Nomble’s point. Her eyebrows jump as T’Challa adds, “Much to Nakia’s annoyance,” muttered after a moment, and under his breath.

It is said with a thread of aggravation so out of character it is funny. The General calls him twitterpated. Ayo does not call him anything, but her own recent appointment as Captain does nothing at all to quell the immediate upwards twitch of her mouth. She thinks of Aneka.

“She will admire other things about you, my Prince,” she says, solemn and formal. As funny as before, T’Challa’s expression becomes a hopeful thing; Ayo bites down on the inside of her cheek in response.

iii.

Ayo sniffs dubiously at the fifth empty packet of Menga’s Super Chilli Sweet-and-Salty Plantain Chips while the Princess has her dance party.

She is celebrating a scientific breakthrough. Ayo is babysitting.

Well – not really. She has been tasked with escorting the Princess outside of the palace to the front garden because Queen Mother would like to have lunch on the lake, specifically with Priestess Myendi in attendance. Ayo wonders whether Shuri is delaying this lunch because Myendi also happens to be the Royal Family’s therapist.

“Ukuzibona kunzima,” Myendi had once told Ayo, in her smooth low tones. “Seeing oneself is hard. Not as straightforward as duty or quantum mechanics.”

Myendi always has a way of making even the most formidable feel chastised like a child. King T’Challa himself has admitted to this, many times, much to his mother’s chagrin.

The lab is as loud and multi-coloured as it usually is, and Shuri even more so. Today her fingernails are orange and her jumpsuit bright red, redder still than Ayo’s uniform. The sound system is playing Songhoy Blues. It is in Ayo’s opinion many steps above Drake, no matter what her Highness says about international renown, but a few steps below Wakanda’s own Somi Thandiswa. Now there is a musician. Aneka calls her pretentious with laughter in her voice, always sweet and tart like unripe bananas. Speaking of Aneka – Ayo is already late. Today is a day filled with the sorts of duties that take a more complicated shape than what fealty she has sworn to the crown. She has a conference with the King and General Okoye soon, about troubles with the Border Tribe, which is simple enough. Then she is scheduled to visit the village for another session with the quiet Sergeant Barnes. They have been grueling and difficult for all involved of late. After, it is back to her apartments for dinner; Aneka’s own shift ends in time with Ayo’s, and it is their anniversary, and Aneka wishes to cook together.

In spite of this, she stays a moment longer in the lab and watches the bright white of Shuri’s sneakers skid across the floor and the on-beat wagging of hips. The princess makes up for her coltish limbs and imperfect routine with enthusiasm and confidence.

“You’re not going to vibe with me?” Shuri asks, impish gleam and all, while Ayo observes.

She puts the plantain chip packet down.

“The lunch, your Highness” Ayo says, portentous, brows arched.

Shuri sighs.

“Yes. You’ve been sent to collect me. Mother told me it will be good for me to slow down but there is so much to do. After lunch I have that meeting with the Outreach Center working group. I still have so much work to do on these neural pathways. I’ve had two ideas for T’Challa’s suit and at five I have to run to the University. Then at six –”

“Six is many hours after lunch,” says Ayo, as gently as she is able.

“I suppose Umama will be disappointed if I do not show,” Shuri says, turned away, towards her many projects, flippant in a way that suggests she is not feeling that way at all.

Her dancing has stopped; Ayo watches the girl’s fingers fly frenetically over a few more schematics as she puts her system to sleep and taps in the lock code.

“She enjoys her time with you,” Ayo offers, quiet and formal.

Shuri scowls in spite of her efforts. It pinches her girlish features.

“Bah,” she says. “You know, everyone is always trying to mother me now. Or brother me. It is nice, I – I suppose, but very inconvenient.”

“Bhuti wena?” Ayo says. “Your brother the King, you mean?”

Shuri mutters something about Americans, and Ayo thinks ah with an upwards tilt of her chin. He had mentioned something about little sisters on their last walk, yes.

“I have my mother and brother, thank you,” Shuri adds. She looks unsure and so colourful in the already-colourful lab’s center.

Ayo says, “Then I will try to play the role of father instead, your Highness,” and watches the princess’s sweet face startled, soften, ripple with surprise.

“You are so serious all the time, Ayo,” she says sincerely. “It is always so great when you make a joke.”

The music booms. Ayo smiles softly, and follows her out of the lab.

iv.

Shuri has all but abandoned her. It would be easier if her intrepid dance partner looked less at ease. Alas, the years have been gentle with him, as Ayo has hoped.

He only looks amused.

“Slow dance,” Ayo says, articulating the words with disdain. “There are no steps involved. Umntwana unokuyenza le nto ngokulula, Ingcuka Emhlophe. A child could learn. You Americans have always done this?”

“Weeeell,” he says, tilting his head upwards in consideration. “For the past hundred years or so, anyway.”

She supposes that the dance requires an intimacy that children would not know. Only, looking across the backyard, there are plenty of people, not at all romantically involved, taking part. Parents with their children. Cousins, of which there are several on the side of the bride’s family. Old friends. The bride herself is standing in her simple floral sundress at the potluck table, and beside her is Shuri, who had demanded Ayo hold her spot with her dance partner while she grabbed drinks because she seemed under the impression that he was a hot commodity at this event. She’s vibrating with excitement and chattering a mile a minute. Even grown a woman as Shuri now is, she carries that buoyant energy always. It is amusing next to Sarah Wilson, whose steady grace has been earned through the mundane hardship of life.

“Phulaphula,” Ayo murmurs. “She’s far too beautiful to be seen with the likes of you.”

“Ha!” James says. His smile is quiet but glows. That is true of the whole affair – quiet, small, but glowing. Ayo has never attended an American wedding before, but then, today was less a wedding, and more a set of earnest promises in the safe haven of a home’s backyard. He shifts the light, mismatched grip he has on her waist, “Ouch. You and Sam should form a club.”

“Tell me I am wrong, though.”

“Sure. I called it first.”

“What?” she asks.

“That we have the same taste in women. Way out of our league.”

Ayo feels her mouth drop open. “Hayi. Insolent man. That is not true.”

“Hmmm.”

They turn again and Ayo says, perhaps more sternly than she means, “I am glad you’ve relearned how to dance, White Wolf. Even if it is a nonsense dance like this.”

She remembers him telling her once, a long time ago now, unsurity and yearning in his voice. They were just becoming friends and Ayo had asked to know more about him. I think I used to love dancing, James had said. Right now, he says,

“Only sometimes. I still think about that story you told me.”

“Story.”

“The way you and Aneka first met. Or, uh, your first date, maybe? Dancing.” His mouth quirks upwards and he glances back towards her, pulling his eyes away from his new wife with effort. “Made me – made me think of dancing again for the first time in a while.”

She remembers now. That had been a difficult day for both of them. Bloody. She had offered comfort the only way she knew how, which was stories about Aneka.

The Louisiana weather is wet and warm around them in a way that is unfamiliar, but perhaps a little known, too. Ayo could certainly like it less. Above there is a magnolia tree and it has bloomed. She and Aneka grow a magnolia tree outside of their apartment.

“And?” Ayo arches a brow. “Does your Intanda also love dancing?”

He hums, considering. “She’s good at it. So easy, at home with herself. I still get stiff sometimes.”

“Yes,” she is not agreeing but understanding,

“Uh – shy? Sarah calls it,” he shrugs, a small smile forming, “She says I get shy about things.”

He is quiet with the offering, as he usually is, but he has stopped carrying that note of penance that he used to have. In fairness, he has not done anything to have earned it in many years, and all mistakes have been long forgiven.

Ayo runs her tongue over her teeth and thinks about this. At intervals, James Barnes is too knowing for his own good.

“Yes,” she says again.

He jerks his chin to the left. “There’s a quiet spot by the willow over there.”

“Kwaye?”

“Ndiyakwazi,” he says, matching her. “Come on, Ayo.”

“What.”

“You got that look in your eye like you’re thinking about your wife. Go call.”

He releases her and almost immediately two of the children bounce forward to take her place. Perhaps Shuri was right to save a spot. Ayo walks with grace to the tree, standing such that she maintains her eye on the Princess and continues to fulfill many duties at once. She slips forward the kimoyo on her wrist. The connection glimmers and comes to life.

“Nandi,” comes her laughing voice. “I just finished training the new batch of recruits. What is the time there?”

“Evening. The time people would usually be stuffed with your food.”

“And?”

“I will have to bring some of it back for you,” Ayo admits in Xhosa. Shuri has floated over to groove with a wizened bespectacled woman likely older than James is and the bride is dancing with her hero brother, simplified into the loving shape of any other brother in the world. James himself is still indulging the little ones. “It’s not like home, but it’s very good. This is a family of cooks.”

Aneka’s shorn scalp is wrapped under the red-gold of a familiar scarf. She is in the middle of her morning ablutions, post-Dora-training, likely preparing for her first shift of the day. She is lovely, and wonderful, and known.

“Good for him,” she says, well-versed in Ayo’s thoughts on this subject. She continues, still Xhosa, “You’re having fun? Or have you snuck off to a corner to call.”

“I was dancing if you must know,” Ayo says, conveniently omitting the disappointing truth of the dance’s style. “Willingly.”

Laughter sounds in the large backyard. Aneka stands from the bathroom sink and in the mirror Ayo can see her rounded cheeks and small breasts and beautiful dancing eyes.

“Those fetching hips,” she says.

Ayo’s mouth unfurls into a laugh, warm as the weather of home.

Translations:

Nandi -- sweet thing

Inkosana yam -- my Prince

Bhuti wena -- brother you?

Umntwana unokuyenza le nto ngokulula, Ingcuka Emhlophe. -- a child could do this, white wolf

Phulaphula -- listen

Kwaye -- what

Ndiyakwazi -- I know you

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msilverstar · 2 years

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Author: @herenortherenearnorfar Date: 16 May 2018 Chapters: 2/2, Words: 11,415 Fandom: Black Panther (2018), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ramonda & Nakia, Ramonda & Okoye, Nakia (Black Panther)/T'Challa Characters: Nakia (Black Panther), Ramonda (Marvel), Shuri (Marvel), Okoye (Marvel), Ayo (Marvel), River Tribe Representative, Nanali (Marvel), Lots of Wakandans, Lots of Women - Character, Lots of Wakandan Women Additional Tags: initiation rites, Traditions, Family History, Too Much Research Into Africa Which Mostly Ended Up Being Used As Names, Wakanda, Royalty Summary:

Ramonda helps Nakia prepare for queendom, in a very Wakandan way. There are traditions for Black Panthers, and there are traditions for those who marry them, and they both get pretty wild.

Alternate Title: Bachlorette Party In A Graveyard, Talking About Your Dead Ancestors, Getting Wild, and Fighting Your Goddess.

Bookmarker's Notes:

Ramonda guiding Nakia as far as she can is a fabulous metaphor, and the ritual is far more intense than most I've read. So good, it's now part of my head-canon.

#black panther fanfic rec #nakia/t'challa #nakia fanfic rec #MCU fanfic rec #fanfic rec #fic rec

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a-biochemist-not-a-bird · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Black Panther (Marvel Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Nakia (Black Panther)/T'Challa Characters: T'Challa (Marvel), Nakia (Black Panther), ft. m'baku and shuri Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Canon Compliant, Growing Up Together, Pre-Relationship, Bisexual Nakia (Black Panther), Bisexual T'Challa (Marvel), Fluff, Pining T'Challa (Marvel), POV T'Challa (Marvel) Summary:

Nakia and T'Challa bond over a crush on M'Baku. T'Challa falls in love.

#birdie scribbles #mine #marvel #mcu #nakia #t'challa #nakia x t'challa #black panther #fic #fanfic #canon compliant

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b4rbi3l4nd · 1 year

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SOS — keep it on lowski

Okay real talk, this is my first tumblr fic and I like it..so far, so i might make this a series LMAO. But catch me on wattpad, i have a series on there that I plan on continuing

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋

summary: you broke up with shuri a few years ago and left wakanda for good until namor. now that he's killed the queen and multiple wakandan civilians, he's seen as a great threat and as former second in command at shuri's lab and wakanda's loyal warrior it is your duty to return and fight for your country. but a certain somebody makes the mission way too hard to deal with.

genre: minor angst, slow, slow, slow burn

pairing: shuri x black fem reader

episode warnings: suggestive scenes

proofread?: no but if there are errors then it's grammarly's fault.

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"Whatever you want, don't call me." you said as you threw your kimoyo beads and your engagement ring on the ground before stomping it and breaking it under your heels.

Blinking back tears, you pushed her off you as you turned around and left the lab, slamming the door behind you. Her cries echoed through the room as you picked up your suitcase as you left the palace and wakanda for good.

That was more than 4 years ago. To think you were happy. Marrying into the royal family, a strong bond with both T'Challa and Queen Ramonda but especially the love of your life, Shuri.

You guys have known each other for the longest time, being the daughter of the chief of the Border Tribe, you and Shuri have known each other since birth. Bonding over your love for tech. Not only did you have one of the highest IQ's, you were also one of the strongest warriors Wakanda had. Your mother is a Dora Milage so you trained everyday with them since you could crawl.

Everything was going great for the both of you until Shuri started getting engulfed in her tech work. She worked overtime to prove to the elders that she could also be useful but it angered you. Not because she was expanding her work but because she wasn't making time for you. She dismissed you, she didn't even let you enter the lab sometimes and that was where you worked. Eventually, you got sick of it, sick of everything and just left. For the better. Or was it?

"Miss Y/N, you have arrived." your driver says as you snap out of your thoughts. The car door opens for you as you steop out in white pumps and a black bodycon dress, your curls resting all around you as you straightened your gold chain.

The Dora Milage immediately bowed to you as you noticed your mother smiling at you but your face remained expressionless. You walked into the palace as you muttered under your breath. "i can't believe I'm back here again."

You walked through the palace corridors as you stopped in front of the lab, 2 Dora Milage warriors on either side of the door. You were contemplating entering when you heard 2 women's voices.

Turning around, you were met with Okoye and Nakia looking at you.

Nakia immediately embraced you as you hugged her back, realizing how much you missed your friends.

"Y/N...it pained us so much when you were not there for T'Challa's funeral." Nakia started as Okoye stood still and silent, not looking over to you.

"I was busy...I'm sorry. Send the queen my condolences-" you start but Okoye cut you off sharply.

"The queen is dead." She said, almost as if she was choking on her words as Nakia looked down.

A hand flew to your mouth as you felt your eyes watering. Queen Ramonda was like your mother figure, so caring and loving.

"That is why we asked you here. I'm guessing you didn't read the envelope?" Nakia asked as you tilted your head to the side.

"There was an envelope?"

"Typical." Okoye kissed her teeth as you turned to her to see her smiling.

"Okoye..."

"You know I can't be mad at you for long. Small small girl, come here." She held out your arms as you chuckled, hugging her tightly but when you pulled back, both Okoye and Nakia had serious expressions on their face.

"We need your help Y/N...help the country. Help Shuri." Nakia voiced out as your mood soured when she mentioned your ex's name but she gave you a look. "Please, put your petty beef to the side. She hasn't been herself lately, she's been engulfing herself in her work, you're the only one we know that can help her."

"Is this what you called me for?"

"Not all, we also need help defeating a treacherous villain. Namor. All the information has already been sent to your...iPhone." Okoye said the last part in disgust as you rolled your eyes playfully.

"Sorry ma'am, but it's how you keep up with stuff out of country nowadays."

"I still don't know why you didn't take your kimoyo beads with you. They're great advances."

"Yea but she built em didn't she."

"And it was your design."

"Look, let's not get into battle of the tech here alright?" Nakia said, as she looked between you and Okoye. "Just please help Shuri."

"And the country." Okoye added as you laughed slightly.

You took a sigh and nodded, dismissing them with your hands as you 'promised' to help Shuri. Bullshit, you couldn't give 2 shits about that woman. Your face turned expressionless once more as you entered the lab, startled when a voice started talking out of nowhere.

"My queen, an unknown woman has entered the lab."

"Thank you Griot." Shuri said sarcastically as she didn't even look up from her work.

Your fists balled up slightly. Wow, nothing changed even from when you guys were together. You sighed, maybe you should give her benefit of the doubt, her whole family is gone.

You squinted your eyes, looking around, not knowing where she was.

"What do you want?" her voice came from above and behind you.

You looked up before turning around to see her standing atop some stairs. Your breath hitches, she looks so different than before. She ditched the braids now, her hair shorter than usual. Fades at the sides with curls on the top. It fit her. You took in her white tracksuit and sneakers, tatted hands, and her body got a bit more muscular than last time. She had a ring on her fourth finger. Was she married? The ring looked nothing like your engagement ring and you felt a slight pang in your chest but you shook it off.

You look up to her face but she wasn't even looking at you, she was studying something on her kimoyo beads. Every bit of arousal just disappeared. What an ick, she's still more focused on her work than anything else.

"I was sent to help with defeating Namor."

"Riri?"

"Y/N."

As soon as you said your name, her head darted up as she looked in your direction. You stood still, your hands in front of you as you looked straight ahead, unbothered, which you were.

"Oh uhm.."

"Is Riri your wife?" You ask, motioning towards her ring on her fourth finger.

"Why do you care?" She raised an eyebrow, a stern expression fixated on her face as a frown appeared.

"I don't.." you trailed off as you took note of her face, images of her crying and begging on the lab floor the day you left rushing your mind as you abruptly stopped and shook your head.

"You can go to your quarters, you are not needed here today."

"No thanks, I'll stay. I am here to protect my country, no other intentions needed." You walk up the stairs and right past her as you walk over to your former office and stop, staring in disbelief.

It was decorated with red and yellow and the name "Riri" was spelled out on the wall with an ironman-looking suit standing in the corner of it.

"Of course." You nod your head slightly, of course your office wasn't going to stay the same. She's obviously moved on. You start towards a chair but stop as you hear her right behind you. She grabbed your arm slightly, making you turn around to face her. She still towered over you, even after all this time.

"I got it under control."

"Really? Because if so, Nakia and Okoye wouldn't be begging for me to help you."

Before she can respond, a young woman around our age comes into the lab and looks up at Shuri.

"My love." she said as she ran up to hug her and Shuri hugged her back lovingly, letting go of my arm.

I frowned at the sight and looked away. I shouldn't even be feeling like this, I broke up with her, I'm the asshole.

"Namor...he left a message."

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All 3 of us walked towards the throne room, Shuri in the middle and ahead of us, her hands locked in with the woman who I learned to be named Malia. She wasn't Wakandan but American, you can tell from her accent. I scoffed at this.

The whole time, I stole glances at her. She wasn't even that pretty. Her dress is too short, this is a work area. Is she trying to seduce the elders or what? What's up with those shoes? They're unprofessional. Straightened hair? Really? Americans have no value for their natural hair. "Stop it" i said to myself under my breath. why am i comparing myself to another woman? I don't even care for Shuri, she can suck my clit for all i care.

As we approached the throne room, Shuri took her seat on the throne and I watched Malia sit down in the seat next to her. My former seat. I stood next to the Dora Milage, specifically my mother as I watched the two with hooded eyes.

Okoye pulled out her kimoyo beads where it showed Namor at the border of Wakanda, promising to be back and rid the whole country.

The whole time I was more focused on Malia and Shuri. The way Shuri's hand moved up and down her thigh, the way she looked at her. How unprofessional. And in front of the guards too?

"What is she doing here?" An elder spoke out, causing me to snap out of my trance. Everyone was now looking at me and I put on my best poker face, looking up at them.

"She is still a Wakandan, whether you like it or not." My mother said, standing up for me as I eyed the elder down. I clicked my tongue slightly as he turned away.

After the brief meeting and discussion of what to do, I made my way out of the throne room, right behind Malia who offered to show me to my sleeping quarters.

As we entered my apartment in the palace, I turned to her and raised an eyebrow. "Are you and Shuri married? I need to know whether to address to you as my queen or not." I say, trying to hide the fact that I'm prying for information.

I can see the question catch her off guard as she smiles sweetly at me. "No, not yet. This is just a promise ring, she got it for our anniversary, a few weeks ago, pretty right? She made it specifically for us." She showed her hand as I looked at the ring. It was beautiful and it had the initials "S.M" carved into it.

"Crazy how..if you hadn't left, this would've been you." She said under her breath, her tone sounding less friendly than it was before.

I look up at her, her expression looking more stern as we held eye contact momentarily. It was ice cold and the tension in the room could cut blocks. But then she smiled, her sweet expression coming back to her face.

"That's all, I hope you have a nice stay in Wakanda." She smiled even wider before turning around and leaving the apartment, leaving me to feel unsafe that she knew where I slept.

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That night as I pulled my dress down, I heard a knock on my door. I didn't open it, still occupied with my dress. After a few moments, the door opened.

"I thought I locked that door.."

I turned around to be met face to face with Shuri. My dress fell down, and pooled at my legs. The only thing stopping her from seeing my naked body was a white savage x fenty lingerie set which was even more teasing if I'm being honest.

She was silent for a few moments, looking at me up and down before she gulped and then looked back at my face.

"I didn't know you were in here."

She went silent for a few moments before I looked at her puzzled.

"Not even a sorry?"

"For?"

"Practically barging in my room and then staring me down."

"You're in your head."

"Really? We're gonna pretend the Queen of Wakanda isn't in my bedroom, talking to me as I'm half naked."

"It's nothing I haven't seen before." she blurted out as I stand still, stunned at her words and she too also seems stunned at what she just said.

"I.." she starts but I shake my head, turning around.

"I need you to get the fuck out my space." I say and she doesn't respond until I hear the door opening again.

"I'll need to see you again in the morning and discuss some things about the whole Namor situation. Meet me in my lab at 10 AM sharp, don't be late." She says sternly before I hear the door slam shut.

"Shit, 4 years of sexual frustration does something to you." I say, sighing deeply as I pick up my dress, throwing it on my bed before going to my suitcase to grab my pajamas.

I'm going to hate it here, for sure.

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starcrossedxwriter · 9 months

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New Fic Alert: Unbreakable (Erik Killmonger x Black Wakandan OC)

Listen. I have 0 self control lol so here we are with another oneeee. This is a Black Panther AU in which Erik was raised alongside T'Challa in Wakanda after his father died and returned to America at 18. And Nakia has a sister (our OC).

Summary:

Naja, the younger sister of the Queen of Wakanda, hated few things. And at the top of that shortlist: Prince N’Jadaka. Well, if she were honest, he was the entirety of the list. Once destined to be a princess of Wakanda, Naja was the picture of kindness and grace. Now, she is hailed as Wakanda’s most fearless, dangerous, and reclusive war dog. After more than a decade of putting as much distance as possible between her and the life she almost had, Naja is forced to come face to face with the person she hates most again. With a threat looming over Wakanda and lives at risk, Naja must decide if trusting Prince N'Jadaka is worth the risk before it is too late.

So because these folks are actually fictional lol I have a face claim for our OC for once! But like all my OCs, you should picture yourself if you want.

This is for my Erik Killmonger girliesssssss! Trying my hand at something new (we'll see how it goes lol) Let me know if you want to be tagged.

#black writers #michael b jordan #michael b jordan fanfic #black panther #erik kilmonger x reader #erik killmonger angst #erik killmonger #Erik Killmonger fic

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nexusnyx · 1 year

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

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

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

"Kingi will be your way out."

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

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

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

Except—she did, maybe.

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

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

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

"I'm curious."

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

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

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

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

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

It was impossible not to know.

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

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

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

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

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

This time, Shuri would... flirt.

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

With the vial in hands, Shuri starts searching.

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

sting.

It was beautiful.

There were you—gods.

"Hello, Panther."

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

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

"Shall we?" you ask.

Shuri nods, breaking the spell on her body motions.

She froze. Again.

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

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

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tchallasbabymama · 1 year

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I KNOW that after seeing Black Panther: Wakanda Forever, y'all are gonna want more M'Baku (and Killmonger)...

So here's a handy guide to my stories. Plus, a look at what's to come for those of you who are new and don't know what to look forward to yet.

Series in pink, oneshots in blue. Everything is 18+ ONLY!

First off, my M'Baku fanfics:

M'Baku's Love

Ménage à Trois

Ménage à Trois Part Deux (coming soon)

Her Throne

Girl of His Dreams

Ready

Tea and Tattoos

Used

Blossoming Ashes (coming soon)

Next up, Erik "Killmonger" Stevens:

All For Us

Black Lace

Baby Body

Don't Forget About Us

The Wedding Guest

Teamwork

The Temple

Also, I have one Shuri fic that I wrote as a way to process my grief.

Stay tuned for more M'Baku! There may or may not be more Killmonger, but I have a Ramonda fic and an Okoye x Nakia fic coming soon!

T'Challa stories here if you're interested💜.

#cecewritessometimes #m'baku fanfiction #killmonger fanfiction #ramonda fanfiction #shuri fanfiction #okoye fanfiction #nakia fanfiction

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salty-ironstrange-shipper · 1 year

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Fun idea that I would love to hear your for. Imagine how chaotic shuri would be if she had namor as boyfriend during the whole black panther 1 and infinity war and engame drama. And namor didn't disappear during the snap. But Shuri did. Though I guess the age difference would be even more of a problem. How old was shuri during civil war and black panther?

hi I started to answer this then saved it as a draft. that was like two weeks ago. soz.

Black Panther (2018) takes place soon after CA:CW since it deals with T'Challa's ascension to King immediately following T'Chaka's death. So, that movie takes place in 2016. Everyone initially assumed Shuri was about 16 in that movie (though her age is never directly stated in the film), but later sources put her date of birth in 1997-1998 (source). So, she would have been 18-19 in Black Panther, and, assuming Wakanda Forever takes place in 2024 (a year following T'Challa's death, and six years since the Snap when Nakia would have left Wakanda), she would be 21-22. (For what it's worth, actress Letitia Wright is currently 29.)

But for the sake of a little au idea based on the chemistry seen in Black Panther: Wakanda Forever, let's assume she's the same age as that movie when she and Namor get together in this one. T'Challa was already more than a decade older than her, so she'd still very much be his little sister.

(So the above wasn't actually super necessary, but Shuri's MCU age is a common misconception that gets thrown around, and it annoys me.)

SO TO YOUR ACTUAL QUESTION, I think a fic with this premise would fuck hard (a high compliment, I assure you). T'Challa was so protective of his sister that imagining Namor and him in the same room is incredibly funny to me. They would hate each other so much. I think Shuri would encourage a rivalry between them. I think she'd find it funny. Putting some enrichment in their enclosure.

Plot-wise, I think it's interesting to think of Namor-as-Shuri's-boyfriend in BP. I can imagine a version of that movie where, after T'Challa was thrown into the water by Killmonger, the Talokanil find him instead of the Jabari and that's where Shuri and Ramonda end up going (lmao Killmonger, good luck getting them in the underwater kingdom). Maybe then the initial plan would be for them to go to Talokan and ask Namor to kill Erik's ass. Shuri just gonna bat her eyes and go "🥺🥺 baby pls"

Meanwhile Namor is like, I'm about to make myself Ramonda's favorite son-in-law ever. Every time T'Challa ever wants to beat his ass again, Shuri's gonna remind him of that time Namor saved his life and kingdom and T'Challa would be FUMING

Namor in Infinity War would be hilarious cuz he would straight up kill Vision. "oh, so if we kill you and destroy the stone Thanos's forces won't have a reason to fight us until he shows up?? but if we protect you then a lot of Wakandan soldiers will die???? damn. sucks to be you then lmao" he would kill that toaster so fast

seriously though the second he saw Shuri was in danger trying to save this fucker, Thanos's army boutta have another thing coming

the ANGST of Shuri being snapped while he lives though. darkcrow, you are KILLING me with this one 🥺🥺 because they were supposed to have more time, and it was never going to be enough for him in the first place, but now they don't even have that 😭 I made myself sad

#seaprincess #asks #nashuri #namor x shuri #shuri x namor

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uzumaki-rebellion · 4 months

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Been a minute...

...since I read this old buzzfeed article about Black women writing fanfiction (specifically The Walking Dead/Richonne).

This was back in 2016, so the fandoms discussed are all IR pairings. Would love to see one written about the Black Panther fandom and Black women writing about Black characters being with other Black characters.

It's always fun to look back at different eras. I was getting back into my Star Trek Uhura/Spock reading groove back then and started slowly scribbling a few things myself.

One of these days I may actually write about the BP fandom myself because I jumped in after the initial start months later with my niche N'Jobu fics, so I missed out on being in the bigger mixes like T'Challa or Killmonger. I missed all the fandom drama wars initially because only a few people were reading my fics and I never got traction in my tags and barely had my N'Jobu fics reblogged. It wasn't until I wrote "Forty-Seven G" that I began to get some circulation in the Killmonger streets.

I enjoyed the creative variety of tales Black women/Black Queer Fam were churning out in the Black Panther fandom. Reimagining Killmonger as Tarzan ( I know it sounds sketchy, lol, but that good sis made it so enjoyable and plausible). Having T'Challa and Killmonger have the ability to turn into panthers. Some stories gave them tails and actual panther/ cat behaviors. College life. Killmonger's time in the military or with Linda as a mercenary. Versions of what Killmonger would've been like had N'Jobu taken him home. Entire worldviews told from Shuri or Okoye's eyes. Stories about T'Challa and Nakia getting back together. Storm and T'Challa and Nakia. Storm and Killmonger. Killmonger paired with M'Baku. M'Baku falling for Okoye.

There were some folks who took it into areas of ick and discomfort with pairings that elicited backlash, conversations, heated debates, anger, and even disgust. I just appreciate that it was all out there for people to see. It was one of the most intriguing eras of Black Fandom that strictly dealt with a wholly Black world. Even white folks and other non-Black folks dipped into our waters and had the audacity to center their white women as queens of Wakanda---chile--, and got mad when we snickered, snorted, or stood up for centering Blackness without whiteness ever being present in our stories.

Anyhoo, if you want to read an interesting snapshot of Black women fanfic writers (many who aren't writing anymore or rarely update) check it out HERE. Most of it is about Richonne, and I like I said before, it mainly details fandoms that had a Black woman paired with a white man.

#fanfiction writing #Black Panther Fandom #Richonne Fandom #Black women writing Black women #Black women writing #Black fanfiction writers #Black fanfiction history

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kittybeewillows · 1 year

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A modern AU fic for BPWF! Broke Artist! Namor and Scientist! Shuri without angst! No murder and war <3

Shuri would come from a prestigious family, with T'challa as a rising politician and Ramonda as a renowned philanthropist.

N'Jadaka as black sheep but protective stepbrother !

Nakia as a journalist who gets tangled up in T'challa's orbit! And Okoye as a martial arts teacher!

#namuri #namor x shuri #princess shuri #namor of talokan #shuri x namor #seaprincess #black panther spoilers #black panther #queen ramonda #tchalla #erik killmonger #njadaka #wakanda forever spoilers #general okoye #nakia

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palettesofrenaissance · 2 years

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⠀⠀༺ ˖࣪ 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄'𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐅𝐄 ˖࣪ ∗ ˗ˏˋ🥐🍫ˎˊ˗

⠀I've been wanting to get back into reading more fics, especially getting to those written by my mutuals but I need a little nudge with some help, in part because of my indecisiveness

⠀starting today (sunday july 23, at the start of the week), I want to get into the habit of reading between 1-3 fics a week. so please let me know of fics you've written that you wouldn't mind me checking out!! plus I do leave comments

⠀please reblog this and drop a reply, send me an ask, or whatever to link me to your fic

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 🥯

if you have an AO3, even better!

fandoms I can read without a problem: marvel/mcu, dc comics/dceu, stranger things

BUT I'm open to trying any fandom. I just want to read and comment ♡

I am a multishipper and AU friendly

I prefer to read female-centered stories and about women of color, but this isn't exclusive

I prefer to read character fics but I'm willing to give reader self insert fics a try (just please no stranger things x reader)

edit: since I'm more of a character fics reader instead of self inserts, you'll have to directly point me to a self insert fic because I won't pick. I can't pick

however, there are things I refuse to read: incest, dd/lg, pedophilia, slave kinks, camming/stripping/prostitution, etc

marvel and dc comics ships that are a HARD NO: stucky, stony, sambucky, thorbruce, thor/carol danvers, thorki, valki, thorjane, darcy/jimmy woo, shuri/any adult, peggysousa. superbat, harley/joker, raven/beast boy, t'challa/erik killmonger, nakia/erik killmonger

(and it would be nice if you checked out my ao3 too. love you! ☺️)

☕📚🍰📖🎵🍪☕️📚

EDIT: I changed my mind. This requesting call goes out especially for stories centering women of color

#it's absolutely crazy how many times this post kept crashing on me #self recs #fic recommendation #fic rec list #marvel fic #fic recs #masterlist

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the-widow-sisters · 1 year

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I’m Lost Without You

Summary: Shuri burned the mourning garments to try to let go. The funny part is that despite how liberating the gesture was meant to be, she finds herself filled with nothing but regret and pain as thoughts of T'Challa endlessly plague her.

However, that evening on the beaches of Haiti, someone pays her a small visit.

Word Count: 2893

A/N: Whoo!!! I busted this one out after watching Wakanda Forever, and I honestly have no clue what I'm doing 🤣 I was emotionally compelled, so I rolled with it, lol. I have never written for these characters before (I wrote for Shuri like once but it was one or two lines in a bigger fic that was not centered on her). But I've never read nor written stuff for these characters, so hopefully it's not totally bad 🤣😂💖

Honestly, Shuri has lost so much. More than even Yelena in some ways (and that was a shocker for me) 🥺😭 And her and T'Challa's relationship was so touching and so sad for me. I hope I was able to do it justice 💞

I hope y'all enjoy! 💗💗💗

Warnings: Spoilers for Wakanda Forever.

Shuri felt her lips trembling as she looked at the ocean, trying her best not to look down at what was left of her mourning garments there in the smoldering fire that had gone out since earlier that day.

She had spent some time with little T’Challa, but she had not been able to fully shake the sense of grief that had been brought back tenfold from earlier that day. Therefore, she had ended up back on the beach that night after the boy and Nakia had gone to bed, barely containing her tears.

Strangely enough, Shuri found that she may have burnt the clothes of mourning, but she had not found the peace or release that her mother had spoken of. And she was having the hardest time even finding a sense of remotely okay.

“Why did you have to go? I needed you still. I need you now,” Shuri whispered softly, her knees digging into the sand as she closed her eyes tightly where she was kneeling. Her entire body was shaking with the raw pain wracking her frame.

“You were the good one. You were always good and right when I was not,” Shuri confessed to the night air around her, sobbing harshly as she felt the sand beneath her palms. The waves were rolling softly around her, and she felt as if her heart were being ripped out of her chest.

It was the first time that she had truly faced her grief for T’Challa and she despised the fact that it took their mother’s passing to do that, because now she had to suffer through the pain of two of the largest, most vital pieces of her heart being an empty hole.

She chose peace with Namor, but she had not even made peace with herself. She was alone, and she could not accept it. And in the end, the person that she had needed the most was gone. She loved her mother, but at the end of the day, it was her brother’s passing that she could not accept.

He was never coming back and she had been trying to avoid that fact— fighting it tooth, fang, and toenail— for too long. It was true, she could say it aloud. She felt that she was being stabbed every time she did, but saying it and shortly thereafter distracting herself was different than allowing herself to feel. To legitimately and deeply feel his loss.

In her lab, Shuri could lull herself into the false sense that she was simply in her domain, and he would come in at any moment with his big, far too easygoing smile and those ridiculous sandals that she hated. The ones that he thought were so regal and kingly and that she thought were the dumbest things she had seen in a while.

She took in a deep, shuddering breath, and she looked to the sky, addressing him even more directly or at least as directly as she could.

“You left me. You didn’t tell me. You kept it to yourself for so long, and when you asked me to save you, it was too late. Why did you have to do it that way? I could have helped if I had time,” she explained, nothing but desperation in her words as she felt her throat closing up.

“Didn’t you know you were my world? Didn’t you know that you meant everything to me?” Shuri pleaded aloud, knowing there would be no answer.

That was part of what hurt so much. There would be no answer to her words. She honestly did not know why she was talking aloud right now when she was wasting her breath. She had seen her ancestors and all she saw was her cousin, the last person she had wanted to speak to.

She had hoped to see him. He had forsaken her. She knew that her cousin was the best person that she could have seen given the direction that she had been frighteningly close to turning, but she had still hoped to see her brother.

He had been taken from her too soon and now she felt like the rug was pulled out from under her. She was completely alone now outside of little T’Challa, who she did not know at all outside of introductions.

Worst of all, she did not have the man who had made her feel safe. The man that had been her hero.

Her big brother.

“I’m lost without you, big brother. I am alone,” Shuri brokenly confessed to the warm night, a sob wracking through her as she bowed her head and crumpled in on herself.

She sobbed for what felt like an eternity, nothing but the sound of the waves accompanying her, but to her shock, she suddenly felt a familiar, strong yet soft hand on her shoulder.

“Why do you cry, little sister?” a voice replied, and Shuri swallowed as she raised her head quickly, turning to look behind her to where the source of the hand was.

There was her brother kneeling behind her, his warm, dark eyes watching her calmly and lovingly. He was wearing gorgeous robes fit for the king that he was, and she felt her entire being in utter shock.

“T’Challa? My… my brother,” Shuri barely managed to whisper before she threw herself upon him, her arms around his neck as she brought him into a suffocating embrace.

His arms lifted to hold her against him, and she sobbed into his shoulder as he brought his hand up to the back of her head, holding her securely and safely there. She took in a breath, the scent of home filling her as she shut her eyes tightly, grasping for better purchase as he held her. Her fingers were digging into his robes, but if it hurt him, he did not show any true evidence.

He was filled out and healthy like he was before, and he was strong. He was not the weakened husk of her brother that he had been at the time of his passing. He was there.

She reached her hands up, feeling his neck and head as she sobbed deeply and heartbrokenly. She was taking in the feel of him, remembering her hero as he kept her held safely where the grief and pain could not touch her.

“You are here,” Shuri managed to speak, tearstains on her face as the moisture wetted her cheeks and her brother’s clothes.

“I am,” he replied, and his voice sounded oddly heavy in the emotion just beneath the surface. Shuri furrowed her brow in slight confusion, her breaths shaking as she struggled to calm them.

“But I will not be here for long,” he confessed, and she pulled back to look at him. He had a gentle smile on his face, and he was looking at her with just as much adoration as he had in life, but she quickly came to the full realization that he was truly not there with her and that it was merely a dream.

After all, the atmosphere surrounding her was completely different. The waves falling upon the beach had subsided with the ocean turned into a lake, and gorgeous pink, blue, and purple lights were shining in the sky above. It was not real. He was a spirit.

“You’re not here,” she pointed out, withdrawing from him a little more. He let his arms fall away slowly from her, looking at her somewhat sadly.

“Not in body. But in spirit,” he expressed, and Shuri just looked at him sadly, feeling her heart ache as she looked away, moving back so that she was sitting on the sand next to him. He moved so that he was sitting down with her, and there was quiet between them.

“Why are you sad?” he asked, and Shuri let a somewhat bitter huff pass between her lips.

“Our mother is gone. You are gone. I have no one left that truly knows me. Is that not a reason to be sad?” Shuri asked, and he shook his head carefully.

“Death is not the end—"

“Everyone keeps saying that,” she interrupted quickly at the end of his statement, desperation and bitterness stifling her. He quieted, eyeing her as he considered her words.

“You are not completely alone.”

“Yes, you have a son that I never knew about,” Shuri pointed out, just looking at him for a long moment as she stared at him. She honestly was quite hurt about the fact that he had hidden it from her when their mother had known about it.

“I only told Mother because she had a right to know that there would be an heir,” T’Challa explained.

“And what about me? Did I not have a right to know that my big brother had a child? One that I could have spent time with and gotten to know? One that I have lost so much time with already?” Shuri pointed out, and he was quiet, looking down at the sand before redirecting his attentions to her.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, nothing but remorse in his gaze, and Shuri met his eyes for a long moment before sighing deeply, looking away.

They remained quiet for a little while, the both of them just sitting together in one another’s company. Finally, Shuri spoke up, her voice rough with raw emotion.

“I am the Black Panther now. And I am completely lost without you,” Shuri confessed, her voice soft, and he was silent as he considered what she said.

“You have been making the right decisions. You are ready,” he assured her, and Shuri swallowed as she shook her head.

“I do not feel ready. I am not ready to take your mantle. I am not ready to be the Black Panther. I have never been. The Black Panther was you. Father bore the name, but it was you,” Shuri expressed, pain stabbing sharply within her. He eyed her with sympathy but also with a certain exhaustion and weight.

“Little sister… You are ready. You are prepared to handle this burden. I knew you would be before my passing,” he told her, and she clenched her teeth as she quickly stood up and walked a small distance away, looking out at the lake. She did not want to hear him discuss his own death.

He let out a sigh, and she felt her heart aching with pain as tears threatened to come back to her eyes.

“You have to do this without me,” T’Challa explained softly from where he was sitting on the sand behind her. Shuri instantly felt the emotions bubbling up in her chest and she clenched her teeth, turning around quickly.

“Without you?! How am I supposed to make it without you?! You were everything to me. You knew how to do all of this. You are gone! Father is gone, Mother is gone, and you are gone. And I am alone!” Shuri cried as she raised her voice, the sound of it pained and cracking as she grew increasingly distraught with the truth bearing harder and harder upon her.

T’Challa looked at her carefully before slowly getting up. Her chest was heaving with pained breaths, and she was trying her best to ignore the painful lump welling up in her throat. He approached her carefully, pausing just in front of her as he looked at her.

“Can you see the wind?” he questioned suddenly and the randomness of the question threw her off completely. She just gaped at him blankly.

“What?” she asked, utterly shocked. T’Challa smiled a little, his eyes glowing with a bit of mirth before he asked her again.

“Can you?” She paused, not sure what the correct answer was supposed to be since it felt like a trick question.

“Well, no…”

“But you feel it, yes?”

“I suppose,” she replied slowly, confusion thoroughly plaguing her, but she decided she would go along with it momentarily. T’Challa seemed to sense her lack of understanding, and he huffed softly before his dark, warm eyes met hers once again.

“Close your eyes,�� he told her, and she stared at him for a moment, not sure what he was getting at. She looked away for a moment before closing her eyes with a deep sigh.

After a brief moment, she felt his hand on her shoulder, and she furrowed her brow.

“What do you feel?” he asked, and she cursed how her voice was wanting to leave her.

“You,” she managed to force out.

“You cannot see me?” he stated patiently in a manner that was more of a question, and she shook her head, not sure what he was trying to communicate.

“Just because you cannot see me, does not mean that I am not there. I will always be with you to guide you,” T’Challa assured her softly, and Shuri opened her eyes to look at him.

He was looking down at her with such confidence and love as he brought his other hand to touch her other shoulder, squeezing gently. Shuri stared back at him, feeling her heart squeeze painfully.

She slowly nodded, unable to do anything but numbly reply to him. She did not have much hope that he would be there, but something in her believed him, nevertheless. He never let her down in life, so why would he let her down now?

He smiled knowingly at her. Shuri let out a deep breath, bringing her hands up to grasp at his arms.

After a long moment of the both of them just existing in the same space, silence between them, she finally found her voice enough to speak up again.

“Why did you not tell me in time to save you?” Shuri asked, and he eyed her, a certain regret and softness in his eyes.

“I wanted to protect you from the pain,” T’Challa expressed, and she just eyed him wordlessly.

“I wanted to protect you from the pain,” Shuri echoed, the both of them having two different meanings but seeking the same effect. He nodded, understanding glowing in his gaze as nothing but kindness filled his features.

“It was not really bad until the last of it, and that was when I knew I needed to tell you,” he confessed to her, and she felt the tears threatening to come to her eyes yet again.

“If you would have only told me before… I could have saved you,” Shuri told him.

“That is unfortunately something we will both never know for sure,” he resignedly confessed, and she reluctantly nodded, hurting deep within despite knowing that it was the truth. Perhaps the fact that it was the truth was the part that hurt the most about it.

She squeezed his arms and he tightened his grip on her shoulders, leaning forward as their foreheads touched softly. She closed her eyes, reveling in the love that she felt from him despite the pain.

“You did the best you could despite my choices. Just,” he took in a deep, shaking breath, and she could not help but feel tears running down her face as she worked her jaw.

“Know that I will always be here. I will always believe in you. And I will always love you, little sister.”

Shuri swallowed hard, pain in her heart but also love as she tightened her grip even more, begging for just a few more moments of this respite from her reality where he would not be here holding her.

She knew this was their goodbye, but she wanted longer. Just five more minutes. Five more seconds.

Just more time.

But as it was, she would make the most of what shred of time she had left.

“I will always love you, big brother,” she whispered in reply, and he pushed his head into her just a little harder, her body shuddering with the pain and the tears running down her face. His hands softly came up to hold her neck gently, the both of them remaining there silently as his hands slowly faded away.

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Shuri stirred awake, her eyes shooting open as she jerked a bit. She realized that the sunrise was falling upon her, and she raised up quickly, looking around her. She let out a breath of disappointment as she realized tears were running down her face. She swallowed hard, the waves rolling in the water as she felt the warmth of the sun descending upon her.

She swallowed hard, looking down as she shut her eyes tightly and drew in on herself.

However, to her absolute and utter shock, the wind suddenly blew oddly strongly against her back, almost knocking her over. Her eyes shot open and they widened a little, chills running through her as she felt something suspiciously warm against her shoulder.

She looked behind her, knowing what she would not see but nevertheless finding it necessary to confirm it to herself.

As she expected, there was not a person there, but she knew. She could feel it. Shuri took in a deep breath, looking out at the ocean before her as she mustered the barest of smiles.

“I feel your guiding hand, big brother. I… I won’t let you down,” Shuri whispered.

She could not see him, but he was there.

He always would be.

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