#shuri drabble

[pinkwright]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[nexusnyx]

hiii, can u do a shuri x reader? where the reader is depressed or going through a hard time but refuses to tell shuri because of her being queen and protecting Wakanda, until shuri notices.

i'm always a fan of something fluffy and comforting, so i hope you enjoy this. thanks for the prompt <3 | shuri udaku x gn!reader ; WC: 1.3k

Out of all the things that could have tipped her off, it's the banana candy that does it.

Later, Shuri scolds herself for missing all the other tale signs, but ends up accepting that life as Queen comes with that territory—sight overwhelmed by problems that go way beyond the circle that surrounds her as well as her own.

But the thing is—you never refused banana candy. It reminded you of your grandmother, brought you comfort, and ended any slump you felt. Banana candy was by far one of your favorite things on the planet, sans her.

So when you say no to it, Shuri's vision tunnels and all she sees is you.

"Griot, cancel my meetings for today." There is the start of an argument from her AI that is dismissed with a wave of her hand. "What did you just say?" Shuri asks you.

"I said—wait. Why did you cancel your meetings?"

"Love."

How could you ask that?

Now that Shuri stopped putting on her accessories, she takes a good look at you and sees what she probably missed for the past weeks. Maybe longer.

She feels a little sick.

"What's going on?" Shuri kneels on the bed and starts walking your way.

"Nothing's going on," the way you put on a smile paints a much clearer picture of all the pieces she's missing. You place it there as if Shuri is unable to tell the difference between a real smile of yours and your diplomacy. When one of your hands reaches up to pat her cheek, Shuri wants to cry a little bit. "Why would you say that?"

"Because I know you."

It might be the direct way of her speech, but it cracks on the false happiness you're stamping.

You try to shake it away by looking away from her. "I just don't feel like it."

"You don't feel like having fried bananas for breakfast?" Shuri sits down on the bed and wraps both her arms around your waist, pulling you close to her chest. "Really? Because I've known you for five years, and in these five years, you've never said no to that offer."

"I must've said no sometimes," you wonder.

"Nope." She would remember. Shuri might be balancing enough things to feel like a juggler, but the things cataloged in her mind as Y/n Things are always up to date. Or so she thought. "I would remember."

The silence that follows digs a little hole in her chest.

Then, Shuri feels you snuggling against her body. "You shouldn't have canceled your whole day, Shuri," you whisper.

Eyes still cast forward. Voice small.

"Baby." Shuri waits for your eyes on her, but when they don't come, she uses her strength. "Hey, let me tell you a secret."

Picking you up by your arms to maneuver your legs on either side of her is effortless. As always, you go willingly.

"Are you paying close attention?" her voice drops to a whisper.

In a blink, your whole focus is hers. Shuri waits for your little nod. First, you adjust your hips, making yourself comfortable on her. There's something intoxicating about the touch of your skin early in the morning—Shuri still bites her tongue at the tiny details she notices and missed all of these days, so busy with things that are nothing in comparison to what sits on her lap right now.

With your arms laid comfortably on her shoulders, you nod.

Shuri nods back. "When I first took the herb, I told everyone I didn't see anyone in the Spirit Realm."

The words drape the whole room in a thick, velvety blanket.

Your body stills, and Shuri breathes in deeply before continuing.

"And you did?"

Shuri nods. The memories start flashing in her mind.

As if sensing her distress, your fingers start rubbing on the nape of her neck. In return, Shuri starts rubbing circles on your thighs.

"I saw Killmonger."

The silence makes your small, but sharp intake of breath sound louder than it is.

"At first, I didn't understand why."

It took her months to accept it. To be able to think about it.

"I fought it," Shuri notes that her eyes closed only when she feels your breath on her cheek. "Then... I had to think about it." I never thought I'd talk about this. "Analyze it. It took me some time, and... a lot of effort on Dr. Rini's part, but... I understood why."

When her eyes open, Shuri is blinded by you.

The thick aura of your hair all around her, the beauty she loves so deeply, the warmth that seeps from your heart.

"Do you know I'm telling you this?"

You shake your head.

"Because after that moment, I swore up and down I was alone."

"No."

The instinctive response brings a smile to her face. "I know." Shuri leans to press a kiss to your lips. "I know, love."

Although you denied the banana offer, there is one thing that Shuri always counted on that proves to remain true—it soothes her heart and the nerves that were open and raw when she realized the neglect she's been committing, but Shuri tries to keep her head afloat through it.

Her kisses are always for taking.

You never accept just one. Shuri leans in for reassurance, but when her lips touch yours, there's the dance she loves and lives for—the feeling of sea motion of when you pull back, then lean forward again to capture her just once more, to taste her for a second longer.

You might not be okay, but Shuri can still reach you.

Still feel you.

Eventually, you pull back a couple of inches, resting your forehead on her temple. "I'm sorry, darling."

Your arms tighten around her neck. "For what? You did nothing wrong."

"I didn't notice my most precious love isn't okay. That's something."

"Shuri—"

"It's okay," she reassures. "I know you understand. But I'm sorry still."

Your face hides in the crook of her neck, and she waits.

"I have a lot on my mind," you whisper after a minute.

"We can talk about it."

"You're really gonna spend the whole day here?"

Shuri would give up anything for that smile of yours. Seeing you pull back just enough to show her your happiness is reward enough for everything she'll hear from her Council in the morning.

She nods. "We can talk about anything. I'll cook for you—"

You laugh, "Please don't."

"—or maybe you'll cook,"

"Sounds a lot better."

"And we can go to your favorite places," this time, it's her who hides in your breasts, groaning a little. "I can go to my favorite places," she hints suggestively.

Above her, there's a giggle.

"I think I'm still dreaming," you whisper.

Shuri shakes her head right where she is, and her hands come alive when she's overwhelmed by the smell of your lotion, of you. "No dreams here," with one hand holding you by your lower back, Shuri gets up with you in her arms still. "C'mon. I'm gonna do the one thing I know in the kitchen and cook us breakfast."

"Okay," it's so goddamn soft, and Shuri nibbles on your collarbone.

She places a kiss before looking up. "You'll talk to me? Hm?"

You nod, smile blossoming like a morning flower. "Yeah."

"Good." She sighs in relief. "So let me try this again: d'you want fried bananas, a vitamin, and me for breakfast?"

Your smile is blinding.

"Yes, yes, and yes please."

Whatever troubles you, Shuri will get to the bottom of it today. If it's within her reach, it'll be fixed by the end of the night. If not, she will have a long-term plan to be by your side as you figure it out.

Meanwhile, she needs to learn how to always have an eye on you, always.

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The Study Room Pt. 2 (HBCU!Shuri x Black!Fem!reader)

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Content: fluff, a little bit of angst, mentions of hospitals, the very high potential that the second part of this doesn’t make a lot of sense, as I finished this around 4 AM, running on nothing but a Canada Dry and a family size bag of Cape Cod chips (my faveeee)

Part 2 is heerree! I know I said it was gonna be posted sometime last night...but I have a problem where I’ll start writing, and instead of keeping with the plot I had already planned, my mind is just like “okay but what if we did this??” That’s exactly how this part turned from 2k words to 5.7k. I stayed up until 4 am writing this because I was so excited to finish it and post it.

So y’all better not let this flop, or TRUST...you will be dealt with.

I’m just kidding. I hope y’all enjoy this part! 

Recap: 

Your eyes scanned the message over and over until it was finally time for you to get ready for bed; but even as you lay in bed a while later, your eyes on their way to shutting for the night, you couldn’t help the small smile that curved your lips.

Shuri: you’re welcome. Same time tomorrow? :)

You: I’d like that, if you’re free

Shuri: for you? I am. See you tomorrow. Goodnight, y/n

You: goodnight, Shuri :)

**********

It took only a few days for you and Shuri to become a set of bonafide friends. It took the same amount of time for something to start developing between you two, something that didn’t exactly scream just friends. It unsurprisingly took less than that for people to start asking you questions. 

You hadn’t exactly predicted that it would happen, but you didn’t put it past your fellow classmates to ask questions; the way some of them gazed at the two of you when walking across campus told you enough about their curiosity. The attention wasn’t exactly enjoyable, but you felt as if you couldn’t complain compared to what Shuri probably went through on campus. 

The questions you were approached with ranged from humorous to downright nosy- so nosy you couldn’t even answer them. Some questions were healthy reminders that you weren’t the only one potentially attracted to the princess, and ironically, those were the hardest ones to answer.

Almost every time you met with her, you had new questions to spout her way on behalf of your classmates. Only the semi-normal and funny ones were discussed, though. If the question was even the slightest bit out of pocket, you didn’t even bother mentioning it to her, not wanting to even risk making her uncomfortable; not if you could help it. 

However…you had to admit that even you were curious about her answers to a few questions…especially one that you were asked mere minutes before leaving your last class and meeting her in one of the study rooms. 

“Hey, there she is!” 

You heard her voice before you saw her, her accent making it easy to recognize who it belonged to. 

Shuri had a habit of making you smile as soon as you saw her, no matter what type of mood you were in, and tonight wasn’t any different. The smile that appeared on your face echoed on Shuri’s as she approached you, lifting her arms to embrace you in a hug. She didn’t exactly tower over you, but she still had to bend a little at the waist to hug you, her arms wrapping around your back while yours did the same. 

“Hey, girl. How were your classes?” You had somehow learned how to keep the nerves out of your voice when you spoke to her, but it was also partly due to Shuri just making you feel comfortable enough to forget about those nerves. 

You were never the one to pull away first, simply because you could stay in her arms for as long as possible if you had the chance, but as you waited for her to pull away, she did something different. 

At your question, she let out a soft groan of annoyance, resting her forehead against your shoulder. Her shoulders also dropped, her hands on your back fisting for just a second before relaxing. If you weren’t so worried about her reaction, you would have surely been worried about keeping your limbs from shaking against hers. 

“Ah, hell. What happened? You wanna talk about it?”

She let out a breath before finally pulling back, much to your dismay. There was still a smile on her face, yet it had dimmed in contrast to the one she had just sported a minute ago. She shook her head, gently turning you in the direction of the study room. When she spoke, the regular, but subtle, playfulness was back in her voice.

“Not right now. Maybe later. Besides,” she stopped to open the door to the room, letting you walk in first before following and closing it behind her. When she turned to face you, there was a slight mischievous look in her eye.

“I want to know about this Serena girl who was oh-so-interested in us.”

Her usage of the word ‘us’ made your breath hitch, but you quickly covered it with a short laugh. You could only shake your head at first, remembering the conversation you had been subjected to earlier and how you had immediately texted Shuri about it. 

“Nah, I’d say she was more interested in you, Shuri. You should’ve heard the questions she was asking me.”

Instead of getting her own computer and supplies out, she pulled out the chair next to you, sitting down and turning to face you. Her eyes were narrowed as she waited for you to continue, which you did. However, instead of looking at her, you worked on pulling out your own supplies in an effort to hide just how annoyed you still were at the conversation. Your annoyance was partly due to the kind of questions you had been asked and partly due to the insinuation behind them. 

“The sparknotes version? She basically asked me to put her on with you. I asked her ‘how do you even know if she likes women?’. You know what she asked me?”

“What’d she ask?”

“She asked, and I quote, ‘well can you find out? I’m not the only woman here who wants the answer.’ The hell you mean ‘can I find out’? You really live in a lot of women’s heads rent-free, Shuri.”

A quick glance over at her showed that instead of looking anything close to annoyed, she looked amused. It wasn’t lost on you how she indulged in your storytelling, which only made it easier to fall for her. But the way she gazed at you in silence, undoubtedly as you recounted the conversation, told you that she was more amused at your reaction than at the story itself. It was all but proven as she let out a quiet snicker, making your eyebrows raise.

“You think that’s funny?”

Your words may have sounded genuinely annoyed to anyone else, but Shuri could see the small smile that threatened to curve your lips. It only made her find the situation funnier. She attempted to hide her smile, shaking her head.

“What? No, of course not.”

The look on your face showed exactly how much you didn’t believe her words. The shit-eating grin on her face told you enough. Silence settled between the two of you as you looked at each other, daring the other to break first. It only lasted for a few seconds before you were both letting out laughs.

“It was lowkey funny. I had to try so hard not to laugh. But, yeah, that was today’s out of pocket question.”

You didn’t even think about sharing with her the moment another girl asked if the two of you were ‘talking’. Having to explain the meaning behind two people ‘talking’ and how someone had applied it to you two, and then having to see Shuri’s reaction to it was nerve-wracking enough that you had no problem pushing it to the back of your mind.

“Not the weirdest one I’ve received, and certainly not the last time I’ll receive it. It isn’t even the first time I’ve been asked something along those lines.”

This time, your eyes narrowed slightly as you looked over at her. You propped your head on your hand, tilting it slightly as you motioned for Shuri to continue.

“Hold on…are you telling me people have been hitting on you? When has this happened?”

You prayed that the slight jealousy you felt wasn’t reflected in your question, because in all honesty…you didn’t know if you had that right, yet. Yes, you two had grown close over the span of a few days, and there had even been some slight, shameless flirting from the both of you…but until either of you acknowledged that there was something there, the line was blurred. 

Apparently, you didn’t try hard enough to hide that jealousy if Shuri’s knowing smirk was anything to go by. She seemed to realize that your attention was solely on her as you waited for her answer, and she almost seemed to revel in it, taking her time to actually answer. You waited, eyes focused on the side of her face as she turned to finally take her own supplies out.

“Not a lot of people. Just the very brave ones.”

Your eyebrows raised, yet you kept silent. It took a few seconds of that silence for Shuri to realize that you were still staring at her expectantly. Her own eyebrow raised in question as she glanced at you.

“What?”

“What do you mean ‘what’? And? What did you say to them?” 

Shuri turned to face you fully, her knee knocking against yours. There was still a questioning look on her face, but that damned smirk hadn’t gone anywhere. Instead of replying right away, she leaned back in her seat, letting her legs stretch out until they were placed on both sides of one of yours. She crossed her arms over her chest.

She had to know. She had to know the effect she had on you, and she constantly loved to see just how far she could push it. How close could she get before she had you glancing away nervously, slipping on your words? What could she say that would leave you speechless while simultaneously wanting to tell her all of the thoughts that ran through your mind at the mere thought of her?

How long would you two toe the blurred line between you two? How far would you two have to go in order to erase that line completely?

“Well, of course, I said that I wasn’t interested.” Her voice brought you out of the thoughts that were quickly bordering on spiraling, and instead heightened your curiosity. 

“And that’s it?”

“That’s it.”

The unanswered questions were right there, on the tip of your tongue, yet you held them back. Grilling her about her answer felt a little too close to becoming…relational, and the last thing you wanted, or needed, was her to realize that you were asking the questions for yourself. Asking questions that would ease your mind when it came to thinking of Shuri getting with someone else. 

You put on your best nonchalant expression, nodding your head in response. 

“Hmm. I was kind of expecting at least one person to catch your eye.”

What are you doing? Are you dumb? Perhaps stupid? Now your feelings are about to be hurt.

Her smirk widened into a full blown smile, teeth showing and all. She shook her head, casually pulling her laptop closer to her and opening it. Instead of answering, she simply shrugged, letting out a soft “mmm” sound before turning her attention to her screen.

Without thinking, you reached out, lightly flicking her knee before turning to your own laptop. The laugh she let out was easy to listen to, almost calming, despite your mind still being preoccupied with analyzing her answer. 

Even as you both started working on your respective assignments, you were constantly interrupted by your own thoughts, no matter how hard you tried to keep them at bay.

Shuri was now living in your mind rent-free, and you couldn’t seem to find an ounce of regret about it. 

**********

You were quick to realize that any time you hung out together, time seemed to speed up, always making your time together too short. However, whatever ruling force in the universe had decided to remedy that, if only for just one night. 

Right as you prepared to bid each other goodnight, your phone rang. The screen flashed your roommate’s name and after giving Shuri an apologetic smile, one she waved off, you pressed accept.

“Hey, ‘Mani. What’s going on?”

There was a moment of silence, at least in the foreground of the call. In the back, you could hear the distant sound of…sirens?

That wasn’t what made you feel uneasy, though. No, it was actually the sound of someone who wasn’t your roommate, but rather your ‘neighbor’, answering you paired with the sounds of sirens. 

“Y/N, it’s Monica. Something’s happened at the dorm.”

Your eyebrows furrowed and your body froze, going tense. 

“What do you mean something happened? Something like what- Where’s Imani?”

Monica didn’t respond immediately which only made you grow more uneasy and irate. It undoubtedly showed on your face and in your voice, as the next thing you knew, you were looking at Shuri face to face. She had slid into your line of vision with an expression of worry on her face. Between all of the sounds on the other end of the phone and your racing thoughts, the sight of her standing in front of you, obviously worried, helped ground you a little.

“They’re taking her to the hospital-”

“The hospital?”

“-There was a monoxide leak in the building and she said she wasn’t feeling well when we were evacuated. They said she’ll most likely be fine, but they just want to monitor her for the night. She also told me to grab your bag from near the door before leaving the building, so I have that with me.”

A heavy sigh left your mouth as you reached up to rub at your face. You covered your eyes as you took a second to think, trying to categorize which questions were most important to ask and which ones could wait. 

“O-okay, can you meet me at the hospital? I’m gonna visit ‘Mani, make sure she’s alright. And then I can get my bag from you- thank you, by the way. Oh, shit. I don’t know how the hell I’m going to get there-”

You were cut off by a hand landing on your wrist, gently pulling your hand away from where it still covered your eyes. They snapped open to see that Shuri had stepped closer, her worried look only deepening as she looked at you.

“I’ll take you, it’s okay. We’ll take my car.” 

You could’ve hugged her right then and there, and you were damn close to doing it. A fine mist fell over your eyes at the situation and at Shuri’s reassurance, but you only nodded quickly in thanks.

“Okay, I actually do have a ride. I’ll meet you at the hospital, okay? Thank you for calling, sis. Really.” 

Shuri’s hand was already in the middle of your back, guiding you in the direction of, presumably, where her car was parked. You let yourself be steered, her hand a firm and reassuring guidance, until you finally arrived at her parked car. If you weren’t so overwhelmed, you would’ve surely gawked at the sight of her car, undoubtedly decked out with all of the most up to date tech. Hell, the car itself probably came from Wakanda, which automatically meant that it was technologically advanced in every way possible. 

You were aware enough to notice Shuri open the door for you and wait until you were situated before running around to the drivers side and sliding in. It took less than a few seconds for her to start the car and pull off. As she effortlessly weaved around turns and bends, you could feel her constantly glancing your way, undoubtedly clocking the way you anxiously shook your leg. 

“Griot, how far to the the nearest hospital?”

You looked over at her in confusion, a question on your lips; one that was quickly answered when a voice spoke over the car’s internal speakers. 

“About 15 minutes, Princess. Roads are mostly clear and you are on the quickest route.”

“They would’ve called her parents by now, right? Isn’t that a part of a protocol? No, they most definitely called her parents, but I’m going to call them just to be safe. But I don’t want to call them and-”

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see her hand reach towards you, and only a second later, you felt it land on your knee. That was all it took for your leg to slow down in its shaking. She continued to glance at you, catching your gaze each time. Her voice was soothing as she said your name, yet it held a firm tone that helped ground you.

“Your friend will be fine, I’m sure of it. The hospital most likely already called her parents. I need you to breathe.”

The more you replayed her words in your mind, the more they made sense, making you nod quickly. They played on a loop as you turned your attention back to the windshield. Her hand on your knee hadn’t moved; if anything, her grip only tightened in just the slightest, flexing on your knee. It provided you with warmth. Safety. Security. 

All of these things you continued to feel until Shuri pulled into the parking lot of the hospital. As soon as she put the car in park, you were opening the door and sliding out, Shuri not too far behind you. She effortlessly caught up to you as you quickly walked into the hospital, checking your phone for the text from Monica that told you what room your roommate was in. 

Your steps took you to the elevator, Shuri sliding in right behind you. She stood so close to you in the elevator that her arm pressed into yours. Did she know just how much her touch affected you, in more ways than one?

The doors opened not even a minute later and then you two were stepping out, your feet instantly carrying you in the direction of the room. Your steps brought you closer to the room but as soon as you reached for the door handle, a voice was calling out to you from down the hallway. 

“Excuse me! I’m afraid you can’t go in there, only family members are allowed in after visiting hours are over.”

You let out a sigh, turning to face the nurse who had approached you. It was obvious that you weren’t the first person she had to say that line to, yet it still irritated you. 

“Ma’am, my roommate was admitted after possibly being poisoned by carbon monoxide in our dorm hall, along with countless other students. I just want to make sure that she’s okay.”

The nurse approached you, raising her hands placatingly despite your voice being just as calm, if not calmer, as hers. Your eyebrows furrowed at the gesture.

“Look, I understand that you’re worried about your friend, but I assure you she’s fine. Her parents are in there with her, they’ve been with her this entire time. We found very minimal levels of CO in her system; minimal enough that she’ll be released in the morning.”

You cast a lingering look at the door your roommate was behind before nodding. That was all the nurse needed, for she promptly turned on her heel and walked back to whatever station or assignment she had been on. The nurse’s presence was almost immediately replaced by Monica’s, and in her hand was a familiar bag that belonged to you.

“I’m glad you made it. I’m sorry to rush, but here’s your stuff. I have to get back to my sister’s room. Our parents are coming up from North Carolina, she was uh…she was in the building a little longer. They want to watch her for a few nights.”

She tried to say it as nonchalantly as possible, but you could hear the worry in her voice. It made you all the more grateful that she had still brought you your bag, even when her sister was in more of a critical condition than Imani. 

“Damn, I’m sorry, Monica. I hope she recovers quickly. Please let me know if you need anything. And thank you, so much, for getting this.”

The smile she sent you was tight around the corners, obviously forced, but somehow still genuine. She nodded, and only then did she seem to realize who the person behind you was, prompting her eyes to widen slightly. 

“Oh, Princess Shuri-”

“Just Shuri.”

Monica once again nodded at the correction from her, glancing at you incredulously. 

“Alright. Y’all take care, and I’ll see y’all later. I’ll keep you updated, okay?” Her last question was directed at you and you nodded, sending her another grateful smile. She waved before turning and going back in the direction she came from, leaving you and Shuri in the hallway.

You had to take a second to process everything that had just happened, though it was hard when you could feel a headache coming on. Amidst everything, you had absolutely forgotten that the last thing you’d need to find out would be where you would sleep for the night, or for however long it would take for the building to be checked and secured.

“You okay?”

Your head lifted from where you had placed it in one of your hands, your temple throbbing slightly. Shuri’s eyes were the first thing you saw as you looked up, as she had bent down just the slightest to be able to look you in the eye. Looking at her, it was hard to ignore the fact that the night would have been increasingly difficult if she hadn’t stuck by your side. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good. Just a small headache.”

Her lips twisted into a sympathetic grimace, and then she was standing back to her full height. She nodded, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Alright, well let's get you out of here. It’s pretty late.”

Almost as if her words reminded you that it was indeed pretty late in the night, a pang of exhaustion washed over you. You let out a breath, nodding in agreement and once again letting her basically lead you to the elevator you two had gotten off of. 

You two walked in silence all the way to the car, and it was only after you arrived did you notice that at some point, she had slipped her hand into yours. Every now and again, she would squeeze your hand, whether it was to comfort you or just remind you that she was there. Regardless, you appreciated it more than she probably knew. 

The silence continued as you both slid into the car, yet as soon as the doors closed, you were letting out a soft groan. You rubbed at your face, missing the way Shuri had turned to face you, worry plain on her face.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just realized…I’m gonna have to find a hotel and hope that it isn’t completely booked by other students.”

As you spoke, you quickly realized that finding a hotel would only happen if you asked Shuri to drive you to one. Despite not a single complaint leaving her the entire night, you still felt slightly bad about asking her to drive you somewhere once again, especially considering how late it was. 

Unbeknownst to you, while you worked up the courage to ask her for yet another favor, her eyes were flickering back and forth in your direction. Her lips were pursed in thought as one of her hands gripped the steering wheel. 

“You know, I don’t have a roommate. I have a single room, perks of being royalty, I guess.” She sounded slightly nervous, yet you didn’t clock it as you were too busy thinking over her words. Your eyes widened slightly at her insinuation, your head shaking quickly.

“Shuri, no. That’d be asking too much of you; you’ve already driven me here and stayed with me, even when you didn’t have to-”

“I didn’t have to, that doesn’t mean I didn’t want to.” Gone was the nervousness in her voice; now it was unwavering as she spoke. She looked determined as she turned more in your direction.

You were too tired to hide your shaky inhale at her words; at the prospect of Shuri genuinely wanting to stay with you and comfort you. And now at the idea of her offering her own room to you for the night. 

“We haven’t known each other for too long, but I can already tell what's going through your mind, and I can assure you that you are not inconveniencing me- at all. I am offering my place for you to stay tonight, or however long it takes until you’re able to go back to your own dorm.”

Silence descended between you two for a few seconds as you contemplated her words, eyebrows furrowed. There was no indication that she wasn’t genuine in her words, nor did you expect there to be one. But seeing the determined, reassuring expression on her face was just enough for you to cave in.

“Alright, but only if you’re sure. I don’t want to impose or anything.”

God, you wished you could’ve snapped a picture of the smile that broke across her face at your words; it was wide enough for you to see her dimples. The mere sight of it made your own appear.

“I promise, you aren’t imposing. You can’t impose on someone who enjoys your company.”

**********

You must have been more tired than you thought, because one minute you were looking out the window as Shuri drove, and the next she was crouched down inside of the passenger door, gently shaking you awake. She called your name softly, shaking your shoulder.

“Sorry to wake you, but we’re here.” Once you remembered where ‘here’ was, you jolted awake, sitting up quickly. 

“Oh, my goodness, I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you. My bad.”

A soft laugh left her mouth and she stepped back, grabbing your bag before you could get it yourself. She hoisted it on her shoulder which only left you with the task of grabbing your bookbag and stepping out of the car. You sent her a smile as you followed her into the dorm hall, yet upon entering it, you couldn’t help but be slightly impressed. Everyone knew that this specific dorm hall was one of the nicer ones on the entire campus, and you weren’t surprised that Shuri had been placed in it. However, you still were a little surprised that you were now about to spend a night in it, with Shuri, nonetheless.

“I’m on the top floor.”

“Do they have, like…suites on the top floor?” 

Her laugh echoed in the mostly empty lobby, save for the front desk attendant who simply nodded as you two walked past. She shook her head as she pressed the elevator button, the doors automatically opening. Even as you two stepped in and pressed the appropriate floor, there was still an amused smile on her face.

“No, there aren’t suites on the top floor. It’s just…for easier access.”

The doors opened and she stepped off first. You trailed after her in confusion, lowering your voice with the hopes of not waking anyone on the floor.

“What do you mean by ‘easier access’? Easier access to what, exactly?” 

You two approached the door at the end of the hall and she took her key out of her pocket. She glanced at you and shrugged lightly before turning and unlocking her door.

“The roof.”

She answered with such finality, as if you wouldn’t have follow up questions. Every one of those questioned died on your lips as she swung the door open, letting you walk in ahead of her. 

If anyone would have told you that you’d end up in Princess Shuri of Wakanda’s dorm room, readying yourself to spend the night there, you would have promptly replied with a “nah, you’re trippin”. But here you were, stepping further into her room, looking at all of the memorabilia on her walls. 

It was a spacious room, and she had filled the empty spaces with trinkets and posters, and other keepsakes. It was all an amalgamation of her own culture and the african-american culture she had grown to love during her time in the states. It was possibly the coolest room you had ever seen. 

“I have a connected bathroom that you’re more than welcome to use if you want to take a shower or anything. There are towels and washcloths already in there.” 

You nodded in response, already looking forward to taking a shower after the long day you had; and that’s exactly what you did. 

Usually, you’d take as long as you wanted in the showers in your own dorm, but for some reason, you didn’t want to take up such time. 

Who the hell were you kidding? You knew exactly why you didn’t want to take as long as usual in the shower, and it all had to do with the beautiful, cool as hell woman whose dorm you were in. You truly didn’t know when this would happen again, so maybe you just wanted to experience it in its entirety. Despite these wishes, your body protested against staying up for much longer as you stepped out of the bathroom, leaving a steamy room behind you. 

It even protested as you set your things in a corner of her room, turning to realize that there was only one bed in the room. Shuri, presumably seeing your reaction and the way you looked at her bed, stood up. She motioned slightly to the bed.

“Oh, you can have the bed. I have enough covers to make a pretty comfortable pallet on the floor.”

Pushing a loose part of your bonnet off of your forehead, you met her in the middle of the room. She seemed almost a little surprised as you approached her, but you only looked up at her while occasionally glancing at the bed in question. 

“Hell no! What? You’re not sleeping on the floor, Shuri. Not in your own room. I’ll sleep on the floor-”

“If you think you’re sleeping on the floor when you’re my guest, then you’re delusional, sweetheart.” She had the nerve to step closer, prompting the need to tilt your head a little further back. Her smirk spoke words you were almost scared to think, too afraid that you’d be reading too much into it. But the way she leaned over you, both of your individual spaces becoming one, had your face heating up. It also had you thinking nonsense- some of it slipping out before you could stop it.

“Then we’ll both sleep on the bed. Or I sleep on the floor.”

Her eyes narrowed at you for a second and maybe, just maybe, you were trippin’...but you could have sworn you saw your eyes flicker to the lower half of your face. It was in between one blink and the next, and yours were pretty slow from exhaustion, so you didn’t know what to think.

“It’s a deal. We’ll share the bed.” She emphasized her words by raising a hand into the small space between you two, offering it to you. With an eye roll, not an unkind one, you took her hand and shook it once. After letting go, she stepped back, motioning to the bed. 

“Go ahead and pick your side. I’m going to hop in the shower.” 

You didn’t make a move towards the bed until she had disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind her, and even then, you hesitantly walked towards it. It looked so damn comfortable, and you were so damn tired…

It didn’t take much self-convincing to grab your charger and locate the nearest outlet before crawling into…into Shuri’s bed. You turned on your side, graciously taking one of her pillows and tucking it under your head before pulling up your text messages.

It took a few seconds to send a text to Imani, one that simply said how much you were thinking of her and how you hoped she would feel better soon. You placed your phone on the table beside the bed before letting yourself get comfortable. 

You wanted so badly to wait for Shuri to exit the bathroom. Maybe you two could stay up, talking, laughing. Or maybe she would just want to go to sleep, something your body was screaming at you to do. 

In the end, your body won. The subtle smell of something that was undeniably Shuri paired with the soothing sound of the shower was enough for you to knock out. Well, for the most part. You were still awake enough to hear the bathroom door open and Shuri step out.

You heard her footsteps pause as she realized that you were close to falling asleep, and upon wrenching one eye open, you could see her sneaking around her own room in an effort to not wake you up.

“I’m not sleep yet.” You wondered if your voice sounded as tired as you thought it did. Shuri didn’t stop moving around. In fact, she merely glanced at you while grabbing her own bonnet, carefully pulling it over her curls before settling into the spot beside you. 

She reached over to the lamp, turning it off, and then she was laying on her side and facing you. You sent her a tired smile, your eyes slipping closed once more. When you spoke, your voice was basically a whisper.

“Thanks again…for letting me stay.”

“No need to thank me. I wanted to help.”

Your head nodded where it rested on the pillow. The sound of soft shuffling hit your ears, yet your eyes wouldn’t open again. Next time Shuri spoke, it seemed as if her voice was louder. No…closer.

“Y/N.”

“Hmm?”

“What soap do you use?”

There was a pause as you willed your mind to remember the scent you had been using for the last few months- one that quickly became your favorite.

“Um…I think it's called…cherry almond twirl? No, swirl. ‘S a black owned company. Hunny Bunny. Yeah.”

You felt a puff of air on your face, but were too out of it to recognize that she was laughing at your groggy voice. The gentle pressure of something on your hand that rested between you two broke through the exhaustion that clouded your mind, but it only seemed to relax you more. 

The tendrils of sleep were slowly curling around your consciousness, dragging it down until you were almost completely unconscious. 

“Hm. I like it.”

“Me too.” 

Silence descended over the room only to be broken not even a minute later by a gasp coming from your mouth followed by your eyes snapping open. Shuri’s face was closer than you had expected it to be, but you didn’t bother moving away. You didn’t want to move away. 

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” 

You lifted your head off of the pillow slightly, squinting to find her eyes in the darkness of the room. 

“You never told me about what happened today. You didn’t have a good day, and when I asked if you wanted to talk about it, you said later. It’s later.”

Shuri couldn’t keep quiet as she laughed, shaking her head where it rested on her pillow. That gentle pressure you had felt on your hand returned, and you were quick to realize that it was Shuri’s hand resting atop yours. Her thumb rubbed across your knuckles, a soothing motion that had your eyes fluttering. 

“It can wait until tomorrow. You know you’re ready to go to sleep.”

The yawn that you turned and let out into the pillow answered her assumption perfectly. Your eyes had closed when you yawned, and they didn’t open again.

“Okay. We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

The smile on Shuri’s face radiated fondness and a softness that no one else on campus had seen as she watched your breaths even out. Even as she was sure that you were asleep, she continued to rub your hand, the motion that had put you to sleep relaxing her more and more.

You weren’t awake to hear her words, but she spoke them nonetheless into the darkened room.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

Next Part

I hope you all enjoyed this part! Fun fact...I transferred all of this from google docs to tumblr, then as I was rereading it, I decided to add more. Sooo it went from 5.7k to a cool 6k. 

You remember what I said in the first author’s note......

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[luvsellie]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[heejayy]

Shuri x reader: unexpected visit from Shuri

Shuri U. || Surprise Visits

Warning • none

Genre • fluff

Pairing • Shuri x fem!black Reader

A/n: thanks for the ask🫶🏽❤️

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shuri’s Masterlist

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[bloodbell]

“if i could,” shuri says one evening, when you are doing nothing but enjoying being young and in love, sitting by the riverbank that is silver with moonlight. “i would collect all the stars in the sky for you.”

your heart squeezes with fondness. she’s prone to saying things like this— warm and tender things, that make you feel so endeared. the smile you give her is sweet, but her gaze is eternally sweeter.

“oh yeah?” you question her, but you know she means it, from the way she brushes your hair from your face, gentle, with care.

she laughs, because she likes the way you lean into her touch, with eyes that ask quietly for her affection. she gives it to you, because her love belongs to you.

“of course. you deserve nothing less.”

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[generallysapphic]

short and sweet +18 (shuri x reader drabble)

i miss shuri so bad take this

“fuck,” shuri whimpers out, slightly moving her hips. you lick your lips and look down her, pussy leaking and begging for attention and you smirk, “what’s wrong? you need me, mami?” and she nods, delirious and curls stick to her forehead, her hands gripping the edge of the lab table.

you had just come in to taste her, missing shuri so bad and she was so easy when you got her hot enough. and her pussy was always so wet, leaking and pulsing before you even touched her. she’s looking at you with hooded eyes and her bottom lip between her teeth. “please, please, i need it, need you sthandwa, please—” and she’s always so fucking sweet when she begs for you like this, eyes prickling with tears and core shaking. you kiss at her cheek and nod, “don’t worry, baby, i got you,” you promise and she sighs, nodding and closing her eyes.

you slowly lower yourself to your knees, kissing all the way down her abs and licking all around her thighs. her small breaths get quicker and quicker once your closer to her pussy. she’s whining more now, “fuck! please, please! i can’t, i can’t—” and you smile looking up at her, and drag your fingers through her puffy pussy, gathering slick between your fingers and shuri nearly howls at the the sudden friction, and you giggle, “Bast, you really need me huh, shuri?” and she groans, head tilted back, “yes! yes, please, please, i’ll be good, so good, whatever you want—!” and she’s full on babbling now, thighs shaking between your other hand as you open her up.

you finally give in, your own pussy leaking on the cold floor of the lab when you look at your fingers, glistening and wet. shuri’s taste is something of a near addiction you had, her pussy was your absolute favorite meal.

you lean forward and kiss her clit, small pressure that has her gasping, eyes rolled back and hands straining. you dive in before you can even think, licking up all around her swollen lips and clit, her pussy barely fitting into your mouth. but she isn’t complaining, moaning and trying to keep still as best as possible, hands moving from the table to her breasts, tugging on her puffy nipples.

you moan yourself. most times you ate shuri out for your own pleasure, her hot pussy melts in your mouth every single time. she’s always so wet and swollen like her poor pussy needs you and you’re certain after sleeping with her long enough it just might. you close your eyes and sooth your hands up and down her thighs and butt to calm her even though she definitely won’t calm down anytime soon.

shuri’s up in the clouds, babbling your name and a slew of xhosa that makes her sound so fucked out you’d think she was being handled around like you do her in bed. and she’s absolutely gushing in your mouth; every time you think you’ve licked everything she has to offer up, another wave of slick pushes down your throat and settles on your chin. but you can’t complain; she was your favorite dish after all.

but it’s happens too quickly— her hips begin bucking and she starts breathing harder and harder, the hand that was abusing her tit flies to your head and holds you there. and you don’t mind it, you want shuri to use you, you want her to hold you still and make you become her personal seat but she’s always been reserved in treating you like that, so when she does, you give way for it, nodding and holding your tongue flat so she can rock her clit into an orgasm.

she starts babbling again, “i’m cumming, i’m cumming, oh Bast y/n i’m gonna cum, pleasepleasepleaseplease—!” whining for no reason and it makes you almost laugh— she knows you’d give her every orgasm she’d ever want, why is she begging? but you don’t mind, you nod more and more, feeling her core open up and gush out cum down your chin and throat, her clit pulsing and twitching and swelling under your tongue, her orgasm shaking her entire body as she holds you still, loud moans leaving her open and drooling mouth.

you suck up everything she has and the some, sucking on her clit and flicking your tongue against the sensitive bud before shuri is whining all high pitched and fucked out, but not nearly pulling away; she’s just as addict to the overstimulation as much as you are.

you finally pull away, a long line of slick connecting you with her swollen lips, her clit still red and pulsing like she still needed you. you sigh, looking at her beautiful pussy before finally looking up, smiling, and you can feel her cum still on your chin, “you done with work?” and she’s nodding delightfully before you can even finish.

okay thanks bye, i’ll probably make more drabbles so i keep y’all busy during the in between stories hehe

shuri the definition of “i need that thang leaking” 😌

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[roseamongroses]

a lil torn up

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

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

The suit was a goner. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shuri yawned, eyes stuttering open before closing again. 

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

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

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

Riri pulled the blanket over them.

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

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

What were they doing?

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[bardocksheadband-fanfics]

Flowers

A Nashuri Drabble

“What would it take, Black Panther, aside from the apology?”

She has been telling him the same thing the last few nights out here on this shoreline. There’s nothing he can say or do to make her see him differently. She’s getting tired of repeating herself. Her voice drips in heavy sarcasm as she throws her hands up to the sky.

“Oh, a bouquet of flowers will easily make up for what you’ve done to me.”

Namor leans in with his eyes way too intense and she moves her face away from him. “What kind?”

“Oh, good Bast,” she mumbles. “I don’t know. Protea.”

“I have never heard of that.”

“It’s the national flower of Wakanda, also known as sugarbushes. They represent resilience since the plant survives in extreme climate conditions and-“ Shuri stops herself, unsure of why she’s telling him so much when she’s not even being serious. She gets up from the sand and brushes off her knees. “I think it’s best if you just stop coming here, Namor. That’s what will truly make me happy.”

While she’s brushing the last of the sand off of her, she hears the humming of wings followed by a splash of water. He finally listened to her.

🌹🌸💐🌺🌷🌻🌼

It happens a few days later on a Saturday.

Shuri gets up before Nakia and Toussaint to take a walk alongside the beach and clear her mind. She wasn’t expecting to see a crowd this early, but as she gets closer to the edge of the water, she spots what drew them in.

There are thousands of protea flowers stretching on for meters and meters, far beyond what the eye can see. She follows it until she reaches an area on the beach that’s more isolated than the rest. That’s where she finds him. She doesn’t even know what to say, but Namor does.

“You didn’t tell me that a third of the protea species are endangered. I studied one in Wakanda and the rest are genetically engineered, so no worries there. I can’t give you a simple bouquet.”

She has to look down at her feet to hide her smile. “Why’s that?”

“Because I can’t stay away, Princess.”

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[the-lunar-pull]

Burn the world down

Pairing: Shuri/Namor

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

He watches her from the shallows.

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

She never flinches.

That’s what Namor loves about the princess.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There are mistakes so terrible one can only make once. 

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

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

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

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

“I know you’re there.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So you sent spies.”

“No.”

“Then how did you know?”

“I always know where you are.”

“How?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I am not lying to you —“ 

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

Still, so is Namor.

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

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

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

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

“You have no idea why I am here.” 

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

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

Namor swears his heart stops.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You have already given much.”

“It’s never enough.”

Namor nods.

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

“No, that’s not what I want.”

“Then what do you want?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

So Namor takes a step back. 

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

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

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

She will come. So will he. 

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

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

“Of course.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stay close,” comes the reply.

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

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

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It was hard to just pick one for Shuri but this is what I shall start with 😮‍💨

🖋️ when the other holds onto their waist briefly as they're passing by and it just send chills down their spine + Shuri

I missed writing for my wife and I won't lie, this makes me very happy. — main masterlist | 🏷️: pining, fluff, flirting. [WC: 1.7k]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ˗ˏˋ꒰ why don't you stay here tonight꒱

She made it easy to call her Your Grace.

That's all Shuri was. Graceful. Whatever the situation may be—whether it was in her happiness, her anger, her cleverness; even in her cockiest moments, Shuri kept her poise.

During the celebration of seven years since the rebirth of the Heart-Shaped Herb, Shuri, or as you always called her, Your Grace, does something she’s never done before. A new step in this well-rehearsed dance you two have had since you met at the UN Conference seven years ago, and it sends you into a frenzy. If rumors were to be believed and the Panther had the ability to hear even the slightest shifts in people’s heartbeats, you were doomed.

One single touch, and you’re faced with the side of you that never sees the light: speechless.

Surprised.

The drop-in is almost theatrical, but you’ve grown to love it.

Her Majesty does it very rarely—only in occasions that are truly special does she drop from the sky like a comet, landing on her feet like the Panther she is, but you eat it up every time, with your bare hands, licking the tip of your fingers.

Certainly, she knew how good it looked.

After, when the party’s in full swing and she’s changed into her formal attire — a gorgeous and intricate white suit of three-piece, where none of them are like the traditional cuts of a suit. Some parts are adjusted to hug her body tight and perfectly, while others flow effortlessly behind her.

When she’s done with most of the small talks around the oval room the party’s taking place, you’re nursing your second glass of the exquisite drinks they prepared.

Shuri finds you leaning against the balcony of the bar, and you feel her presence before you hear her voice.

“So you found a flight.” That’s her introduction—a short nod to the last text messages you two shared a few hours ago.

You turn around, smiling already, and you use a slow nod as gateway to gather your thoughts at her proximity. “I had to. The Queen of the most powerful nation on Earth said she’d revoke my journalism rights within her borders if I missed the party to celebrate her biggest feat, so.” It had nothing to do with how much you missed her perfume. This perfume—the sharp and woody scent of something uniquely Shuri, mixed with an aphrodisiac smell you would swear in court existed only for her, and that lingering layer of honey she left behind every time she passed.

Shuri extended her hand and you shook it, happy to have the start of your usual dance with her.

In the seven years you two knew one another, the dance had been perfected.

At first, you and Shuri only shared extended, polite jabs and jokes above the heads of people who deserved it. After a year or so of that, you exchanged phone numbers. Another year into that and you were granted a special entry into Wakanda’s borders, and the exclusive right to interview Queen Shuri Udaku in all matters that regarded Wakanda, the Avengers Initiative or anything that was not of this Earth.

It was a lot.

Her smiles certainly made it easier.

After a few minutes of more small talk and light-hearted jokes, someone interrupts—a Dora Milaje.

She tries whisking Shuri away, and usually, this is where she parted with you—the woes of admiring someone so unattainable as herself were these.

Limited time.

Never any privacy.

But—”tell him that he can wait, Ayo. I’m having a nice talk. The first in weeks, if I’m being honest. Can’t I enjoy it?”

Ayo, as confused as you, looks between Shuri and you, nodding after a couple of times. “It is you party, My Queen. Enjoy it as much as you’d like. I’ll find something to entertain him.”

And with that, Ayo walks away, leaving you two to the bubble you’ve created around each other once again.

“So—you were talking about how the implants could help them with their reading comprehension skills. Go on.” Shuri grabs the glass and sips, looking up at you expectantly.

You have to open and close your mouth a couple of times to get anything out of it.

It comes out stuttered before your mind changes gears and remembers how to think again.

She’d blown off people and situations to speak to you before—that was normal. You two were… friends. But—in a public gathering? A national celebration, one that had not only Wakandians, but also the exclusive ring of international connections who were allowed into these lands? You were pretty certain you’d seen Captain America walking around not even twenty minutes ago, and you were certain that one on the other side of the party was Carol Danvers, and yet, here she was.

Shuri listened with the attention of someone who had nowhere else to be.

This was… unexpected.

A rare move, but one that could still be found in the dance of your mind.

She had done this before.

In Versailles, two years ago, Shuri ditched the meeting to pull you aside and give you a tour of the place once you’d said you had never been before. You two ended up in a random roof smoking the best weed of your life, speaking of loss and rebirth.

You still dreamt about that night.

About how close you two had been, and how much your hands were clammy with sweat the whole time due to the proximity.

You lose yourself in the conversation a couple of times, too distracted by the gold rings on her fingers, the buzzcut that got in her last trip to Brazil with those razor lines and, of course, the glimmer of her technology on her arms.

She’s talking about poems now, and how much she enjoyed your last recommendations when it happens.

“I think I liked it,” she said. “She knows how to write in different ways. I liked your favorite one a lot.”

“Siehl’s got a way with words,” you agreed.

She took a deep breath, and then, as if doing so was normal and not a certain path to re-arrange your insides into outsides, she quotes the poem in her sultry, gorgeous voice, which had smoothed out since she started speaking a lot more. “In this story, you have claws. In this story, happily ever after has bite marks in it. In this story, you are free and terrifying. In this story, you get away. In this story, you bleed. Iin this story, you survive.”

All of your breath is gone, and your mouth has run dry by the time she says ‘survive’ with the life-knowledge of more than just her decades of life.

“Is that you have that tattoo?” She asked, pointing over at your left arm.

You look down at where her fingers pointing even though you know what’s in it. “I—yeah.” The girl in your tattoo had a bitten book, her jaw is drenched in blood and she looked victorious. It was your favorite.

“It’s my favorite.”

Goddamn it. You could barely look at her. “Mine too.”

“I’m glad I recommended you Ísis. She’s a great artist.”

This time, you looked up, only to find her eyes already on yours. “I’m waiting for the day you’ll get yours.”

“I still haven’t decided what I want. I want too many things, I guess.” Shuri scoffed. “Too much.”

“They’re a big step, but you’ll know it when you know it.”

“What if I’m scared of needles?” Her question came accompanied by a shit-eating grin.

It made you smile, too, cheeks heating up at the sight of Shuri’s gorgeous smile. “I think you’ll live, Your Grace.”

“I might not.”

You laughed, because it was a laughing matter. “I’m sure one of your well-trained soldiers could protect you from feeling all that pain alone.”

“What if I want you to do it?”

It does its work—it traps you on the spot, and by the look on her face, it’s exactly what she wanted.

Something that had been catching her eye behind your shoulders pulls her gaze again, and Shuri looks back at you with double the determination.

“I’ll go tomorrow if you tell me you’ll hold my hand the whole time.” Nothing in her tone says ‘this is a joke’, and you have to swallow down a knot to answer her.

“They might be a little… sweaty. I get—second-hand nervousness. Not so comfortable.”

“Of course it is. It’s your hand. Better than feeling needles pricking into me all alone.”

“Well, in that case…”

“You’ll come?” Shuri’s smile widens.

“Sure. Why wouldn’t I? I’m not sure even what day is it tomorrow, but if I had any plans, now I don’t anymore.”

That gets a little chuckle out of her, and Shuri nods at you. “Okay. That’s perfect.” She looks over to somewhere on your back again, and sighs. “I think my General’s trying to warn me in a polite way that I’ve been here for too long and I need to go mingle. But I’ll be back soon—”

then, she does it.

Shuri breaks the seven-year long dance you two had of talk talk talk talk into your ears were filled with each other’s voices and your chests were swimming with other’s words, idioms, syncrascies, and never touch, by passing by you and squeezing your waist.

She leans in to whisper in your ear.

“There are two secret doors here that lead to top of those arches outside. The view is beautiful and the sun is setting in forty six minutes.”

And then, she leaves, taking all of her heat with her, but letting her hands linger on your body for as long as they can.

Goosebumps rise in her absence, originating from the place her hand touched and spreading all over your body.

Shuri touched you over your clothes, and you could swear your skin was on fire either way.You know an invitation when you hear one, and your eyes start searching the minute you remember how to think a coherent thought. However long that takes.

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The Study Room pt.4 (HBCU!Shuri x Black!Fem!reader)

HBCU!Shuri x Black!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 6.2k

Content: TW (mentions of seizures/convulsions), near death experience, the start of this chapter is pretty rough, but we get back to the fluff, also mentions of needles

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A/N: Y'all thought I forgot, didn't you? DIDN'T YOU? Smdh, of course I didn't forget. I just got off of work a little later than usual tonight and had to edit some stuff and rewrite some stuff! But here y'all go! <3

I also totally forgot to add this (bc I was editing and posted this at 2 am), but I got a little bit of inspiration for a part of this chapter from the lovely @shinsousliya ! They’re literally a joy to talk to and they’re also an amazing writer 👀 🫶🏾

Recap:

“Of course, Ukumkanikazi. We’ll find them.”

Shuri lifted her eyes, meeting Okoye’s hard and confident gaze, and nodded once in thanks. 

She knew that Okoye would beg to differ should she hear her inner thoughts, but this was no longer about her being surveilled. This was about them targeting a woman who she cared immensely for…all to get to her. 

Oh, she’d find them. By any means necessary.

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“-going to get you help, okay? I’m - going anywhere. Can you hear me?”

“I’m here. - stay awake for me? - I need you - just stay awake-”

Shuri’s words echoed in your mind despite you not being able to remember the events that preceded them. The only thing you could remember was just…this feeling of dread flowing through you. If you tried hard enough, you could feel a sort of phantom pain that still wracked your limbs, though you still couldn’t remember where the pain came from. 

You were confused. It was hard to tell up from down, but you knew that you were awake-or semi awake. While your brain worked on waking itself up, it still hadn’t connected with your body, no matter how hard you willed it to. You just wanted to open your eyes, get some answers. Find Shuri. Finding her would surely result in you getting the answers you wanted. And even if she didn’t have answers, the confusion would be easier to deal with with her by your side.

But before you could find her, you had to wake up first. If you could just concentrate on gaining each sense back, one at a time… 

An unknown amount of time passed, and it was filled with you focusing first on your hearing. Your ears were eventually able to pick something up; something that beeped. It wasn’t as annoying as it was grounding, really. There was a kind of ambience in the air, one that was obviously meant to be calming, but you couldn’t focus on that detail right now, especially as your taste was the next sense to come back. 

If there was a taste in your mouth, you couldn’t distinguish it, too busy dealing with how dry it felt. Trying to swallow proved to be difficult, feeling more like you were trying to swallow sand. The next glass of water you would have would surely taste like it came straight from heaven.

Next came your sense of touch; there was something soft and warm draped over your body. It was simultaneously heavy against your limbs, which also served as something else you could use to ground yourself. It seemed to take everything you had just to curl your fingers against the blanket on top of you, but you considered it a small win. You squeezed at it as you worked on your other senses.

It was fitting that your sense of smell came next. You exhaled, and the following inhale was filled with the light scent of lavender and something else that pulled at the familiar parts of your brain. 

The last sense was your sight, and it took its sweet time coming back. You directed all of your thoughts and efforts towards cracking open your eyes, no matter how heavy they felt. When they finally did what you asked them to, the first thing you saw was a blurry room. It took blinking your eyes a few times, trying to get rid of the fatigue in them, for the room to come into focus.

It was a nice room…but it was an unfamiliar one. The walls were bare and a light brown color, and there were no windows. There was a comfortable looking couch against one wall, pillows that matched the colors of the room on the ends of it. Directly across from you, on the opposite wall was a tv; possibly the biggest tv you had ever seen. There were details on the wall and throughout the room that had the purpose of making the room feel more…lived in and accommodating. Despite their efforts, the bed you were laying in was undoubtedly a hospital bed of some kind, letting you know exactly where you were.

Except for the fact that you didn’t know where you were. And there was no sign of Shuri or Okoye or anyone you knew. Of course, right as you noticed how unfamiliar your surroundings were, your mind decided that now was the perfect time to replay the moment right before your memory blanked out.

You set your head back against the bed, closing your eyes once again to orientate yourself, and welcoming whatever flashbacks you could get.

On your way to the library…Checking your phone for Shuri’s call…running into the hooded person…collapsing. 

The hooded person…

Your eyes snapped open and you quickly looked around. You tried to raise your hand to rub at your face but it was stopped by an uncomfortable tugging sensation. Looking at your arm, you finally noticed the IV sticking out of your hand, the needle disappearing into your skin. Trailing your eyes up the length of your arm caused you to see a small bandage, seemingly placed randomly in the crook of your elbow. Without even thinking, you grabbed the edge of it and pulled, displaying the smallest needle mark. 

The hooded person…bumping into them…them rushing off…you collapsing.

The dots were connecting faster than you could keep up, bringing forth the startling and scary realization that you had been injected with something. You had been injected with something, and now you were in an unfamiliar room in an unfamiliar bed-

The next breath you took caught in your throat. The feeling of what you could only describe as fear shot through your body, and your next actions were simply the product of your panicking mind.

You reached for the IV in your hand with the intent of pulling it out, but before your hand could close around it, a voice spoke from beside you.

“I wouldn’t do that, I think it’s important.”

You quickly turned towards the voice, seeing a woman leaning against the furthest corner of the room. Had she been there this entire time? 

Asking ‘who are you” to a stranger is considered rude according to the way you were raised…but desperate times call for desperate measures. The last time you had interacted with a stranger, you were sure they had injected you with something that almost claimed your life, so to say you were on edge was an understatement. 

“Who are you?” Your voice was hoarse, probably a result of not talking for…however many days you had been here. Had you been here for days? Did anyone know where you were- where was Shuri?

Instead of waiting for her answer, you proceeded to grab the IV, pulling it out. The stinging sensation was instantly forgotten as you threw it to the ground, your eyes still on the woman. Had you been paying attention, you would’ve noticed that the longer you sat there, your mind asking more questions than you could keep up with, your breathing had started to pick up. Your panic not only presented itself physically in your heavy and quick breathing, but it was also picked up by the heart monitor that you had heard beeping earlier. 

You glanced at the heart monitor beside the bed, following the wires and seeing how they disappeared beneath the clothes you wore…that you were only now realizing weren’t yours. 

What the hell is going on?

With shaking hands, you grabbed the wires, pulling them harshly away from you. The sensation of something sticky pulling away from your skin followed as the patches fell away before joining the discarded IV. Seconds ago, the heart monitor’s beeping had been steadily increasing the more you panicked; but as soon as the patches fell away from your skin, a long, drawn out tone emitted from it.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to be doing any of that! Please, just take a minute-”

The woman tried talking to you again, pushing off of the wall and walking closer. Your mind was too deep into its panic to question whether she was friend or foe. Despite the way she held her empty hands out in a placating manner, her expression open as she looked at you, you couldn’t tamper down the feeling of fear that threatened to choke you. In response to her steps growing closer, you swung your legs over the side of the bed, before staggering to your feet and keeping it as a barrier between you and the woman. Your legs shook with the effort, and there was a heaviness in your limbs that only served as a reminder of the events that had led up to this moment.

There were too many unknowns, too many unfamiliar aspects, too many questions with not enough answers. 

“Who are you?” You spoke through gritted teeth, not knowing whether it was best to appear threatening or appeal to this stranger in the hopes they’d help you. The former was chosen as your fingers closed around something heavy next to you and lifted it just enough for it to appear threatening. 

The questions falling from your mouth were rushed and relentless, and the woman tried her best to placate you, but you weren’t having any of it. You’d either get some answers, no matter how unhinged and unpredictable your actions were, or you’d go down swinging.

*******

The second they had landed, Shuri was barking orders left and right at the medical professionals in the lab. She’d have time to apologize later, but there was only one thing on her mind, and that was getting a cure to whatever was ailing you. 

“Her heart rates at 53 BPM. It’s too slow, she’s experiencing mild bradycardia. Early stages of cyanosis-” she hadn’t been able to suppress her frightened gasp as you started to convulse on the gurney you had been placed on. She grabbed your hand, squeezing it for her sake just as much as it was for your sake. She kept her eyes on you, blinking away the tears that had gathered, once again sending plea after plea to Bast.

“She’s experiencing a grand mal seizure- get me 10 milligrams of Diazepam, we need to stabilize her, now!”

“Your highness, her blood analysis shows a moderate amount of Crotalinae Envenomation- rattlesnake venom- and something else.”

There were so many people gathered around you, and Shuri knew that they all played a part in making sure you would survive, but the room was the epitome of chaos. There were words being thrown back and forth in the lab, all of them concerning your condition; hands gently touching you, cutting your shirt, applying wires that were important. She knew the people around you were trying to help…but she couldn’t tamper down the fierce protectiveness that she could feel rising to the surface. 

“‘Something else’ like what? Find out what it is, and hurry.” Her hands were steady as she inserted the IV filled with diazepam, and her eyes were wide and unblinking as she watched your convulsion slow until you lay still. Only after another nurse placed the electrodes on your chest, the sound of your heartbeat emitting from the monitor, did she let out the breath she had been holding. 

“She’s stable for now. I want the unfamiliar agent in her blood to be identified as soon as possible. Until then, administer 10 milligrams of Crotalinae Polyvalent. I want her under surveillance at all times.”

Three days had passed since bringing you to Wakanda, and Shuri had spent two of them constantly switching between watching over you and working in her lab for the cure. It gave her a little peace of mind when she sat at your bedside, hand holding yours, asking you to wake up; but that restless feeling would eventually rear its incessant head and she’d feel the need to go to the lab and lend her efforts in finding the cure; just so she could feel as if she were doing something. 

Of course, in her efforts to help, painful memories of the last time she had been this frantic in her lab flashed through her mind. The last time she had wanted to help someone who was sick and who she cared deeply for, she had failed to do so. Her brother’s death and her inability to cure him would forever haunt her, and she’d always carry a piece of responsibility and guilt with her, no matter how many times she was told it wasn’t her fault. 

T’Challa’s illness could only be cured by the heart shaped herb, something they didn’t have access to at the time of his death; but whatever was ailing you could be cured with the right medication. The possibility of you pulling through was high, and she had to continuously remind herself of that fact. It was something that she continued to remind you as she sat beside your unconscious form. In fact, that was where she had been when she had received word that the scientists had identified the foreign substance in your blood and had reverse engineered a custom cure; it had been the beginning of the third day.

She had been there when they had administered the cure to you, and she had been there immediately afterwards as the doctors and nurses left. She didn’t have any intention of leaving until your eyes opened, despite knowing that it would probably take a few hours at least. That changed with the arrival of Okoye and Aneka. 

Okoye had come with the intention of speaking to Shuri about the now very real situation that had resulted in you being targeted, and she had brought Aneka so that someone they both trusted could watch over you. Before she could object to leaving your side, Okoye had reminded her that you were now in the stages of healing from being poisoned and that you wouldn’t go anywhere. It took Okoye promising not to take too much of her time and promising that Aneka would stay the entire duration of their talk for Shuri to finally relent. 

She stepped outside with Okoye, her eyes lingering on your unconscious form and willing you to open your eyes before she stepped out. As you stayed in the same position without a sign of anything changing, she let out a heavy sigh before walking out and closing the door behind her. 

The two of them walked in silence for a minute before Okoye finally spoke up. 

“I can see that you care for your friend…but I must remind you of the situation at hand, and how it puts you in danger.”

To be truthful, her own safety had been the very last thing on her mind as she worried about making sure you were fine, but with Okoye’s reminder, it was now on her radar…but not for the sole reason of it being her own life. As long as she was in danger, you were in danger; that much was made clear by the perpetrator’s letter and actions. She couldn’t let anything like this happen again, but in order for that to be true, she had to find this…stalker.

“I know, Okoye. You’re right. The sooner we catch this person, the sooner we can put this all behind us. What do we know so far?”

Okoye let out a sigh before relaying all of the information she had managed to dig up regarding the pictures…which was very little. Whoever had sent them knew how to cover their tracks so that when they thought that they had figured out a clue, it only led to more questions. 

“So, we essentially have nothing?”

“I wouldn’t say ‘nothing’. We were able to trace the metadata hidden on the pictures and find out that they came from a printer on your campus.”

Shuri abruptly paused, turning quickly to face her. It was something. 

Maybe it was a student who had seen you and Shuri around campus. Considering the fact that only students could use the printers in the library, it was something they could use and investigate. 

“Then that’s where we’ll start. We should go back-”

The sound of something crashing to the floor rang out just as Shuri’s kimoyo beads started beeping frantically. While Okoye turned towards the noise coming from down the hallway, Shuri’s attention towards her wrist. To just anyone, it would’ve seemed like a random alert blaring from them; but the truth behind why they were blaring is what sent Shuri running back in the direction of your room.

“Griot! What’s happening?”

“Your highness, I’m not detecting any heart rate from Miss Y/L/N, and it seems that Aneka is calling you.”

Upon your arrival, she had synced your heart monitor to her kimoyo beads, ensuring that she’d be notified of any changes at all in your condition. The change that they were indicating- the change that had sent her mind into a frenzy and made her stomach drop- was your heart rate abruptly going flat. The alarm coupled with Aneka’s incoming call prompted her to push herself faster. 

No. But…she thought…they had given you the cure. 

Okoye followed closely behind Shuri as they followed the sounds of raised voices. Admittedly, her confusion and worry mixed into one as they realized the voices were coming from the room they had placed you in… and a feeling of relief only joined as she recognized the raised voice as yours.

A surprised but relieved breath quickly left her after opening the door and seeing you, standing and moving around…and holding a vase threateningly above your head. 

*******

Had your mind not been so flooded with panic and confusion, you would’ve noticed that your questions were coming too fast for the woman to keep up with. You would’ve noticed that she was trying her hardest to reassure you, even mentioning that Shuri would be back; but it was hard to hear her words over the pounding of your heart and roaring in your ears. Your head pounded hard enough for you to feel it at the base of your skull, and with every other blink, your vision blurred.

It was all becoming too much- you just wanted to leave. Your voice was quickly becoming shrill, undoubtedly drawing attention to whoever stood on the other side of the door, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care; the commotion you had caused so far had surely already drawn attention to the room you were in. 

“I keep asking who you are, and you’re not answering me! Who the hell are you?”

The woman let out an exasperated sigh. If the situation hadn’t been unfolding the way it was, you would have surely felt an inkling of an attitude at seeing the woman sigh as if you were inconveniencing her.

“My name is Aneka-”

“And what does that have to do with me?”

“You asked!”

The woman, Aneka, risked taking another step forward only to stop as you frantically backed up. In your haste to keep space between you two, you ended up backing right into a chair, making it clatter to the ground. Your stumbling didn’t help your already weakened state; instead, in an effort to right yourself before you could topple to the floor, the vase fell from your hands. It shattered against the floor with a deafening crash, making your headache flare even more. 

The next logical step, at least in your mind, was reaching for one of the broken pieces and holding it up.

“And now I’m asking to get the hell out of here. I want to go home!”

The door to the room opened and the panic you felt only grew at the frantic thought that more people were coming to keep you in here. However, taking a quick glance at the newcomers showed two familiar faces; two faces you could’ve cried over seeing. 

“Shuri?” 

Hearing her name and seeing the look of hysteria on your face, she raised her hands in front of her. Her eyes widened slightly as she spoke your name softly; it was almost enough to calm your racing heart. Almost.

“You’re okay, you’re safe. Look at me…”

Before, your eyes had been swinging between Shuri and the woman named Aneka, quick and frantic. At Shuri’s words, they finally settled on her face. 

“You’re not in danger. I can explain everything…but I need you to breathe, okay? It’s not good for you to be standing right now.”

Her words served as a reminder of the light waves of pain and tremors that wracked your body, only made worse by the way you had jumped out of the bed. With a shaky breath, you nodded, trying to heed her advice. As you tried making your breaths even, she took the chance to slowly walk closer, all the while, subtly signaling for Okoye and Aneka to leave. You tracked her movements, wanting to meet her in the middle, but your feet wouldn’t move.

“Good, you’re doing great. I’m just going to take this…” her eyes held yours as she reached forward, using her hands to gently open the hand that was clenched around the jagged vase piece. “And then I need you to sit down, okay? Here.”

The piece was placed on the nearest table and then she was gently guiding you back to the bed you had woken up in. It was easy to appreciate her cautious mannerisms; the way she explicitly announced her actions before doing them. The trust you held in her was unwavering, and you both knew it, but she was willing to take that extra step in the face of a traumatizing event you had gone through. It made a strong, unnamed emotion pang through your chest.

As soon as your legs touched the edge of the bed, it seemed as if the tremors reached a new intensity, causing you to fall heavily onto it. 

Shuri immediately crouched in front of your dangling legs, her hands coming to rest on your arms. Instinctively, you grabbed her forearms, using the feeling of her skin against yours to ground yourself. She let you squeeze as tightly as you needed to, her thumbs rub calming circles into your skin. 

“I’m right here, okay? You’re okay and you’re safe. I know you have a lot of questions, but I need to make sure that you’re alright first. Can I do that?”

Her face was the epitome of worry as she looked up at you; eyebrows furrowed slightly, lips twisted into a small smile. You nodded, letting your limbs become pliant in her arms as she stood and helped you lay back against the bed. If you thought you had felt exhaustion before, it was nothing compared to the heaviness that weighed your limbs down. 

“My head hurts like hell.” You mumbled, wincing slightly as another wave of pain gripped your head. “What happened?”

Your wince wasn’t lost on Shuri; as much was evident by the way she frowned and leaned forward, her hand gently prodding around what you could now feel was a very sore area on the back of your skull. Her frown deepened as you winced once more. A sigh left her mouth as she pulled her hand back, only to use the same hand to press a button on the wall. She situated herself on the edge of the bed, her eyes finding yours.

When she spoke, her words were hard to listen to and even harder to come to terms with, but the softness that coated them made it all the more easier. 

“You were poisoned, but we created and administered an antidote. It is no longer in your bloodstream, but your body is still recovering from the strain it went through which is why I just called the doctor to reinsert your IV. Which is also why I need you to take it easy.” She emphasized her words by gently pushing you back against the bed the second you started to sit up in objection. Her gaze and words were gentle, but they held no room for negotiation. With a sigh, you relaxed as much as you could and rested back. 

With her presence came a sense of safety- enough of a sense for your mind to slow down and give you the opportunity to voice them in more of a sane manner.

“Okay…” You took a deep breath, closing your eyes momentarily before opening them again to connect with Shuri’s patient ones. 

“So, I was poisoned.” You never predicted that you’d say those words, “with what, exactly?”

Her eyebrows furrowed slightly as she recalled the results of your blood test. Shuri’s reaction made you simultaneously nervous and curious to hear how the poison had affected you and what she had seen. 

“There were small amounts of rattlesnake venom and components of physostigma venenosum- or the calabar bean, which is highly toxic. The small amounts we found in your system were enough to…” Her eyes looked down at the bed and her shoulders rose and fell once. 

She raised a hand only to hesitantly and gently bring it down on your blanket covered leg. To you, it was merely a gesture to reassure you while recounting the harrowing ordeal you had gone through; to Shuri, it was a way to reassure herself that you were okay and breathing and right in front of her. She seemed almost hesitant to tell you. 

“You suffered from mild bradycardia, a grand mal seizure, and cyanosis; irregularly slow heartbeat, a seizure, and your skin turned a blue-ish tint due to there being low levels of oxygen in your blood.”

There was a morbid part of your brain that made you think about the scene, your mind trying to picture what they had stumbled upon. The more you tried to, the more your headache grew, acting almost like a warning to yourself. You were content with letting your morbid curiosity go. Instead, you took a deep breath and nodded in response to her explanation. What does one say after being poisoned? There wasn’t a class or seminar on this subject.

“Alright. Who poisoned me…and why?” You’d had a chance to calm down for the most part, and the more you thought about the entire ordeal, your anger grew. It didn’t matter whether it was an instance of ‘wrong place, wrong time’ or if you were, for some absurd reason, targeted; you couldn’t stop your anger from brewing, and the same could be said for Shuri. 

Her attention was still on the hand that rested on your leg, but that didn’t keep you from seeing the way her jaw clenched in barely concealed anger. Her other hand tightened into a fist where it rested in her lap.

“We are working tirelessly to find the person that did this, and we’ll find them. As for the reason why…” When she looked at you, there was an apparent look of guilt in her eyes that made you sit up in alarm. Your exhausted muscles protested but you disregarded the feeling, instead focusing solely on her.

“Three days ago, when Okoye arrived on campus, she was there to speak to me about a set of pictures they received. The pictures were of me at different locations on campus.” 

Your eyebrows furrowed at the idea of someone having the unhinged courage to not only follow the queen of Wakanda around the campus she attended, but also to take pictures and send them to her. It wasn’t a secret that people still gawked at Shuri, no matter how much she ignored their stares; but now there was a person who was willing to go to stalker-like lengths. 

Despite being in no position to actually do anything, you felt a surge of worry and protectiveness seize ahold of you. 

“You have a stalker? And they haven’t been found yet? Did they try tracing the origin of the pictures? Looking for fingerprints?” 

Shuri’s hands once again raised as you subconsciously tried sitting up more, stopping you from straining yourself further. You absentmindedly waved her hands away, scooting further up the bed with shaky arms to look at her better, but her hands stayed raised until you settled. Her eyes narrowed at your insistence on moving despite your body still recovering, and you met her expression with one of your own; one that showed how little you cared about your sore muscles and more about her stalker that she had just informed you about.

“We have been looking for them, and we have a small lead…but Y/N…that’s not all.” The heaviness in her voice made your worry spike and you felt the urge to either grab her hands and ask her what was wrong, or grab her shoulders and gently urge her to tell you about what was stressing her out so much. 

“The day Okoye arrived, and after you left my room, more pictures were sent. Y/N, they were of both of us. In the dining hall, at the cafe, in our study room. And there was a message- a poem of some kind scribbled on the back.”

She reached for her kimoyo beads and within a few seconds, the pictures she spoke of were projected in the space between you two. Looking closely as they slowly changed showed exactly what Shuri described: her in the library, walking out of her dorm building, even getting food. Then came the pictures of you two at different places around campus, eating together in the dining hall…in the study room you two liked to meet in. The pictures were unnerving enough, but as the last one was finally projected, so was a message that had been written on the back of it. 

“DONT YOU UNDERSTAND THE SAHDE IN HER HEART

BE GRAETFUL DEAR  OUR UNION IS FATED

DELIVERANC DEMANDS YOU DO YOU PART”

Upon closer inspection, you noticed the word “HER” had been placed strategically so that, if held up to the light, it would land right over…right over your face. 

Your lips parted in uneasiness and you had to tear your eyes away from the picture. Looking at Shuri and seeing the mix of trepidation and anger on her face was all you needed to see in order to start connecting the dots. Eyes landing back on the picture and the message, you seemed to answer the ‘why’ behind you being in a hospital bed in…God knows where.

“Um…okay…so…” the breath you let out was shaky in just the slightest and Shuri took that as a sign to get rid of the projected images. Her hand returned to where it had been resting on your leg, lightly squeezing it in comfort. 

“I am so sorry this happened to you, Y/N. It’s…If I would’ve known that this would happen…” She trailed off, her voice rough and quiet. The regret and guilt was palpable in her voice as she spoke, prompting you to grab her hand. Your grip was firm around hers, her eyes landing on your joined hands.

“What? Shuri, this is no more your fault than it is mine, and vice versa. The only person who’s at fault here is this damn creep. You couldn’t have known that they would go to such lengths, and I won’t let you blame yourself for this.”

You hoped that she could hear the genuineness in your words, because you meant them with your entire being. Despite this,  you knew Shuri well enough to know that if something happened- something that she considered preventable- she’d harbor a sense of guilt so thick that it’d be nearly impossible to convince her otherwise. She was hard headed like that. 

“Okay, but maybe if I had been more aware, more conscious of those around us-”

“You’re so hard headed,” you softly chastised. “I don’t think there was a way for you to prevent this from happening unless you knew of every single person around us…which is impossible.” 

As you spoke, her other hand landed on top of yours, her fingers skating back and forth over your knuckles. Thank god you weren’t hooked up to the heart monitor, because if she would have heard the way your heart sped up, you would’ve had some explaining to do. Despite her soothing touch that warmed your skin, the current conversation took up a lot of space in your mind. 

Exactly how could this have been prevented? Neither of you had known about this…stalker until it was too late. Nothing suspicious had happened to either of you while on campus; at least nothing too suspicious. The only time you could think of someone showing too much interest in Shuri was whenever you were asked those absurd, out of pocket questions about her. They had all seemed harmless, nosey even; but now, the situation at hand had you questioning every single interaction with someone who had a question. You could’ve spoken to this person; answered a question they had about Shuri. 

It was unnerving enough to make you feel a little sick to your stomach. 

Shuri mistook your silence and change in expression as fear in the face of the situation you two were facing, which was true to a certain extent; you were more afraid for her than yourself. She moved herself further up the bed, closer to your top half, before looking at you. She was close enough for you to see the dark circles under her eyes, and it made you feel bad that you were only now noticing them. Before you could ask her when she had rested last, she was speaking softly to you.

“Maybe I couldn’t have prevented this…but I assure you that something like this won’t happen again. You’re safe here, I promise. I won’t let anything else happen to you…not if I can help it.”

Almost subconsciously, your hand tightened around hers. The confidence in her voice eased your worries a substantial amount, at least for the meantime. There would come a time where your mind would overthink things as it always did; besides, what better time to overthink and stress yourself out than when you both had a potential stalker? 

You offered her a small, grateful smile, one that she immediately reciprocated, before yet another question popped into your mind. 

“Wait…where exactly is ‘here’?” Your eyes wandered around the room, your grimace being subtle as they landed on the still shattered vase and overturned chair. Now that you were sure you hadn’t been kidnapped and held hostage, you could feel embarrassment inflating in your chest.

Right as she opened her mouth to answer, a knock sounded on the door. She called a quick ‘come in’ before turning back to you with a smile that somehow looked both excited and sheepish. It was at least better than the regretful and guilty expression she wore a minute ago. 

The door opened and a woman with a see through lab coat walked in, a small tray in her hands. There was a small smile on her face as she approached the other side of the bed, pausing to formally address Shuri with a small bow before turning to you. Her voice was deep, her strong accent making her words melodic. 

“Good evening, Miss Y/L/N. I’m glad to see you up and talking. There’s not a lot to do; I’m just here to check a few things and reinsert your IV-”

“The one you ripped out.” Shuri interjected softly while maintaining a soft, chastising tone in her voice. One of her eyebrows raised in a knowing look and her lips pursed in a mock disappointed expression; one you simply rolled your eyes at before holding your arm out for the patiently waiting doctor. 

“In my defense, there was a stranger in the unfamiliar room that I had just woken up in, and I had no idea where I was.” At the mention of the stranger from earlier, the woman named Aneka, your embarrassment flared more. You’d have to ask Shuri to introduce you to her so that you could apologize for freaking out on her.

“I still don’t know where I am.” 

The subtle sting of the IV went unnoticed as you watched Shuri stand and walk over to one of the bare walls. She slid her hand over a portion of it, a small projection glowing where her hand had grazed over. She pressed a series of buttons before turning to you with a knowing smile.

Your eyes widened slightly, and continued to widen, as the wall seemed to warp and shift. Sitting up slowly, you watched in stunned silence as the wall literally disappeared, or rather changed, into a large window spanning from one end of the room to the other. 

The view that greeted you was astonishing, to say the least. It was night time, but that only made it easier to see the futuristic buildings that made up the city below your window. There were aircrafts flying around, but not one of them looked like a typical airplane. Every light that you could see twinkled in the night time, serving almost as a welcoming beacon to anyone on the streets below. 

It was utterly and breathtakingly beautiful. 

You were still coming to terms with what you were seeing when Shuri spoke, her voice proud and confident as she answered the question that had been on your mind since waking up.

“Y/N…welcome to Wakanda.”

Next Part

Hope y'all liked this part! Finals are basically over, so hopefully we can really get into the plot of the story! I have some exciting things for this series, and I can't wait to actually post them!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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"pool baby"

nashuri drabbles | 2.1k words | cw:magical pregnancy

Summary: Shuri takes a bath in a glowing pool during her stay in Talokan.

These are the two drabbles that I wrote on Twitter that came from Mone's weekly Nashuri prompt. The prompt was "Accidental Pregnancy." People found them fun so thought I would bring them over to Tumblr :) These are fairly rough (written within an hour each) so sorry for any mistakes. No smut, but uh... intended for mature audiences :) Enjoy!

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“Is there somewhere I can bathe privately?”

After being held in the surface caverns of Talokan for days, Shuri couldn’t stand the grime that had built up on her. Riri was content enough with just using a wet towel and wiping herself clean (“I’m not going to leave this room! What if they take me to a shark pool?! I’ll get eaten!”) but Shuri is used to the comforts of a princess.

Namora tilts her head in thought, “K’uk’ulkan has private freshwater pools. As our honored guest, I shall take you to them.”

Shuri sighs in relief. At last!

— 15 minutes later…

“The pools are through here,” Namora points at a cavern entryway, “I will wait for you out here.”

Shuri gives her a big smile as she walks into the spacious cavern with a towel and makeshift hygiene products. The air was slightly warmer and cozier, but the room was dark— barely a handful of glow worms were able to light the path.

She frowns as she peers into the various pools around her. Under the poor light conditions, the water looked inky black. She dipped her feet in one and watched as her foot disappeared in the darkness. Shuri shivers—thinking about Riri’s words about sharks.

Then she spots it.

Out of the corner of her eye, a pool of water that seemingly shimmers and glows. Tiptoeing to it, she nudges a rock into the shallows of the pool and gasps at how the ripples of the water dance with blue speckles of light.

Is… is it safe?

Leaving her wash things on the side, she dipped her hand cautiously through the water. Warm to the touch, she smiles as the glowing water shimmers through her fingers.  She tastes just a drop of it and finds it surprisingly refreshing for freshwater. Perhaps it’s enriched by vibranium? She ponders, that would explain the glow!

She shakes her head, It doesn’t matter. I should hurry to not keep Namora waiting. 

Shuri gently makes her way into the luminescent water, sighing at how the enriched waters soothed her aching bones. As much as she enjoyed hammocks, she definitely missed her king sized bed from home. 

Sitting down in the shallows, the water swirls around her, seemingly taking a life on its own as its glow danced and twirled around her. Grabbing her sponge, she begins to rigorously clean herself and finds herself amazed. She’s only been in the pool for a few minutes and yet her skin feels amazingly soft to touch.

Perhaps once Namor and I come to a peaceful conclusion, she smiles to herself, I can ask him about the contents of this pool for use at home.

— 3 months later…

“—and as promised, Wakanda will be providing Talokan shielding designs for… Shuri?… Shuri, are you ok?!”

“Black Panther…?”

Oh no. No. Not during an alliance meeting when she needed to represent the strength of Wakanda!

Shuri clutches her stomach, grimacing in pain as the nausea overwhelms her. The room is spinning around—all Talokanil and Wakandans swirling together into a blur. She can’t hold it in any longer.

She falls to her knees as she lets out the contents of her stomach onto the ground. The whole room falls into panic— the Wakandans swarming around her and the Talokanil falling back, except for Namor who only peered from afar curiously.

“Stop crowding her!” admonished Okoye to the crowd, rubbing Shuri’s back as she hurled once more, “Griot! Diagnosis on Shuri’s condition please?”

Shuri’s head swirls as her nausea teeters on overwhelming her again. Someone passes her a water bottle and she downs it, trying to wipe away the taste of acid.

“The Black Panther is three months into pregnancy. She is experiencing morning sickness.”

Pregnancy!?

The whole room gasps.  Shuri thinks she is going to hurl once again.

“Three months? But that was when Shuri was in—“ Okoye gasped at the realization of the timeline. She glares at the confused Namor, seething with venomous anger.

“You! I’m going to tear and fry your fish balls off of—“

“Okoye, stop!” Shuri grasps her shoulder with shaky hands to stop her from spearing the Talokan king, “I-it has to be a mistake. I—I haven’t had any sexual activity in the past year!”

“My calculations are 99.98% certain you are pregnant. Your room’s toilet water has come up positive for hormones related to pregnancy.”

Shuri groans.

“No man was allowed in those caves by order of K’uk’ulkan!” exclaimed Namora defensively, “The princess was watched at all time aside from the time she had her private bath.”

At the word ‘private bath’, Namor spins around to face Namora with wide eyes. They converse in Maya, their speech too quick for the translators to pick up reliably. But with each word spoken, Namora became more and more mortified. Paradoxically, Attuma who was passively watching from the side burst out into laughter which earned him a glare from the two of them. 

At last, Namor turns to Shuri with wide eyes and approaches her with quick steps. Both M’Baku and Okoye stepped in his way with a fierce protectiveness. 

“Shuri,” he says her name breathlessly for the first time, “We must speak privately.” He never calls her by her first name. Shuri swallows. It must be serious.

She nods to her friends who looked at her with a questioning glance. With slight hesitation, they step away to the other side of the room, still eyeing Namor suspiciously. 

He kneels before her, clearing his throat as he whispers so quietly that she can barely hear him, “You bathed in a pool that… glows?”

Her eyebrows scrunch up in confusion. She nods but what does this have to do with her supposed miracle pregnancy? Namor could barely meet her eyes. He wrings his hands nervously.

“My seed…” The tips of his ears began to turn bright red, “It has the mutated feature of… glowing bright blue.”

All the air was sucked out of her lungs.

“You mean—“ Shuri’s stuttering over her words as she’s struggling to process the information, “It wasn’t vibranium enhanced water?”

“Oh, it was vibranium enhanced,” he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, “Just… via my own self pleasure instead of—“

Shuri’s head grows lightheaded. The words he spoke echoed away into oblivion as she began to feel faint. She briefly notices Namor catching her before she slumps on the ground, eyes full of worry.

The last thoughts in her head before darkness overwhelms her was ‘Oh fuck, I’m having his pool baby.’

follow up drabble to pool baby:

“I still can’t believe I’m going to be a father.”

“Technically, the pool is the father. Not you.”

Within the royal physician's ward, the pair waited patiently for the palace doctor to arrive. Laying on the medical bed, Shuri rubs her stomach nervously through her hospital gown. At just a little over 3 months, her ‘pool surprise’ was clearly evident thanks to her prominent belly. A little too prominent for her comfort. Which is why they are here today for a formal check up with the doctor. A check up that Namor insists he attended as well.

The father-to-be frowns, “And the pool is a part of me? Would that not make me the father?”

Shuri was about to return with a snippy retort before a sudden knock on the door before bursting in comes the Wakandan royal physician—a cheery woman with bright yellow glasses and a shiny smile that could rival the sun.

“Hello! I am Doctor Anele! I’ll be checking up on mama and the baby today! Oh, what healthy glow you have, my princess! Motherhood suits you!” The doctor grabs Shuri’s hand and shakes it really well. She then turns to Namor with a beaming grin,  “Good to see a happy mother and father to-be —”

“Oh, he’s not the father. His pool is. Technically, he did not participate in the conception—” 

“Actually, I am the father. You see, the pool contains my own—”

“Lovely!” interrupts the doctor, her twitching grin never dropping, “We appreciate a supportive sperm donor!” She pats a stunned Namor on the shoulder before turning back to Shuri who was equally startled by the doctor’s tenacity.

“So, what concerns do we have today, if any? ”

“Well… I’m around 14 weeks now and my stomach is a little…” Shuri gestures wildly around her swollen belly, “Big? Humongous for 14 weeks? I know I’m fairly petite for my size but I feel like I’m about to burst and I still have several months to go!” Her lip trembles nervously, “I just… want to make sure everything is going ok in here.” Anele nods in understanding.

Shuri holds her belly, rubbing it once again, “I also worry that the… unusual method of conception may have led to something going wrong.” Namor swallows nervously. 

“Do not worry, my princess,” Anele pats the back of Shuri’s hand reassuringly, “In vitro fertilization is a very safe method of conception.”  

“Oh, I didn’t conceive via…” Shuri stutters over her words as she looks at the doctor nervously. Is it really worth the headache explaining the truth? Oh well, she can always bring it up later if it becomes relevant, “Actually, nevermind. Thank you for reassuring me, doctor.”

Letting go of her hand, Anele’s grin slips down into a gentle, calming smile as she puts on a new fresh pair of gloves with a smack, “ Everything will be ok, Mama. Let’s see this beautiful baby, shall we?”

—

Shuri squirmed as Anele rolls the transducer over her jellied up belly. At first, the monitor’s images were barely distinguishable— blotches of white, black and gray upon the screen. Namor and Shuri squint as they try to make sense of what they are seeing.

“Sorry that we are going a little old school today,” quips the doctor, “We haven’t had a baby in the palace for so long that we haven’t bothered to update much of the equipment.” She rolls the device over the belly until she pauses as an oblong shape appears on the screen, “I think we are looking at the baby’s head, so if I just go over here…” She sweeps the transducer upward until suddenly, Shuri and Namor gasp. Anele smiles.

“Well, that’s your baby, Mama.”

Two squirming legs. A nose. A mouth. A glimpse of a hand. Namor reaches out to the screen to trace the outline of the child. His child. He feels something warm brush against his other hand. Shuri’s hand reaching out to hold his own. He tangles his fingers with hers and she grasps him tightly. Their child.

“Hmm.”

Shuri’s heart clenches at the sight of Anele’s frown, “What? What is it?”

The doctor bites her lip as she scrunches her eyes at the screen, “Don’t panic Mama, but I think I see something a little off by the feet.”

Namor smiles, “Ah, that’s probably from me.” He points to his winged feet that were fluttering excitedly. Now that he has seen his child, the exciting anticipation of fatherhood grips him harder than before. 

“Hmm, ah yes, they are there but… that’s not it.”

The mood in the room sours immediately. 

“Explain quickly,” Namor barks it out like a command, earning him a tight admonishing squeeze from Shuri. The doctor was unphased by Namor’s order, purely focused on the task at hand. A true professional. Anele slides the transducer over Shuri’s belly, “Well, you see how that is your baby’s legs over here. Little winged feet and all.”

Shuri nods with baited breath. All the worst scenarios were running through her head. A sense of dread fills her. Namor rubs her hand with his thumb, trying to reassure her.

“And if you look over here,” She slips the transducer upward to another section of Shuri’s belly. Two little twig-like shapes appeared on the screen. Shapes that seem so similar to… Shuri’s jaw drops in realization. Anele points at them on the screen.

“That’s another set of legs.”

Namor’s trepidation melts into heartwarming relief as he turns to look at Shuri’s terrified face,  “Princess, Ix Chel has blessed us so well! I can’t believe it!”

“Another set of—” Shuri’s breathing comes out in heaves, “Doctor, if I’m understanding correctly—”

“Congratulations Mama!” beams Anele as she taps the screen to save the image, “It seems like we’ll be having royal babies coming very soon!”

Once again, darkness consumes Shuri’s vision as the room spins around her. Namor quickly catches her before she slumps over, the last thoughts in her head being: I’m not having a pool baby. I’m having pool babies!

#nashuri #namor x shuri #shuri x namor #shuri #namor #fanfic #midnightoily-drabbles #cw pregnancy #seaprincess

[bloodbell]

shuri has eyes that you could melt into. golden, sweet, like honey underneath the hedge of her lashes, that curl just right. when she smiles at you, they crinkle with affection, and this is when you like them best. for love, is not something you can fabricate. you know she is yours because her eyes glow with kindness, and it makes your knees weak.

in the sunset, they twinkle. you run your thumbs underneath them— you are in her lap, your back to the view, but you think you don’t mind with her looking at you like you are something special. there are butterflies fluttering with great anticipation against your ribcage. you can’t help but melt for her, “you have the prettiest eyes.”

you think shuri might be looking at your heart, because the expression she wears is so impossibly endeared it feels surreal. she drags her fingers behind your ears and tucks your hair back into place. a small act of intimacy that sends lightening down your spine.

she often has that effect.

“you have the prettiest everything,” she says, and you know she means it. she presses her mouth against your forehead.

it’s the end of summer. in wakanda, the sky is pink like magic, like daydreams, like silk across the mountains. you wonder if it tastes sweet as it looks. time flutters slow around your shoulders. you long to tie it around you like ribbon, keep this moment kind and new.

“you always have to one up me,” you sigh, but your voice is berriboned with a fondness you cannot hide. shuri laughs, and grazes your nose with hers. you wish you could stay like this forever. “you’re so awful. i want to break up.”

her hand slides up the small of your back, and you feel delighted at her touch. it’s these quiet times you savour the most. loving in the light of the sun. “no you don’t,” and her tone is smug, because she holds your heart in her palm and it beats endlessly for her. “you love me.”

“i do.”

the world grows brighter. her eyes are the deepest brown. when you press your mouth to hers, you think you’ve found yourself the most perfect girl in the world.

#shuri x reader #shuri x you #shuri x y/n #shuri drabble #shuri fluff #princess shuri #mcu shuri #shuri udaku x reader #shuri udaku #shuri fic #marvel x y/n #marvel x reader #marvel drabble #marvel fluff

[dadbabyyy]

OKAY i don’t expect this ship to sail but if it does, i want to be a classic love story, where namor uses faux infatuation to manipulate shuri into an allegiance with talocan. he dotes on her, showers her with gifts, everything from indulgent garments to the rarest trinkets he finds as he travels the vast depths of the ocean, compliments, commenting on her radiant beauty, her will, her resilience, her strength, so much like her mother. he even grovels for forgiveness, for taking such a beautiful soul away from someone he now realizes never deserved it.

and it’s a ploy, but namor is good at it, so good, in fact, that he soon realizes it’s not a ploy anymore. and he actually gets excited when shuri comes around. and he doesn’t have to think about the compliments and when he comes across the most vibrant, stunning shell of a sea creature he cannot even think of what to do with it other than make something for shuri. and when he considers how he will ask her to be his queen, to unite as one kingdom, he of course thinks of his people, he will always think of his people, but he also thinks about how wonderful it will be to make shuri happy for the rest of her life.

and that’s why it’s incredibly devastating when shuri overhears namor telling namora that he only wants to help his people, that none of it is real, that he would never betray her or talocan in the name of an outsider.

#yeah yeah i know it’s hsm level Shit but IM A SUCKER FOR A CLASSIC MISUNDERSTANDING TROPE #namor x shuri #Val says stuff #ficlet #drabble #wakanda forever spoilers