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ramp-it-up · 6 months

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To Renounce and to Claim

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced! Reader

Summary: A world where you and Bucky can be happy is seemingly only what dreams are made of. Until you complete your mission.

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. S MUT! Read at your own risk. Curate your own experience. Pining, low self esteem, two idiots in love, Bucky in Wakanda, the White Wolf, skinny dipping, eye fucking, sex in public, sex in a river, loss of "virginity", size kink, pleasurable pain with sex, raw sex, oral sex, pulling out, cum play. Feelings of loss, (the death of T'Challa is implied) implied loss of child, feelings of revenge. Google translate Hausa and Russian.

Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

A/N: This is the second in the Bucky Barnes and the Summer Soldier series. White Wolf Bucky, liberties taken with the MCU cannon and timeline. The following terms are from google translate in Hausa: Masoyi- my love; ina son ku- I love you; ina son ku kuma- I love you too. Kulkoka- Doll in Russian. Other terms defined in text.

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Wakanda, 2017

The first time you saw Bucky Barnes, you wanted to destroy him.

You, and everyone you knew, thought that he’d assassinated your king, T’Chaka.

The pictures of the masked metal-armed man which was circulated among the Dora were mesmerizing to you. The blue eyes above the black mask seemed to stare into your soul. They were menacing, determined, yet with a hint of something else that had you transfixed.

You kept your eyes on the images long past the ending of the briefing and you were still seated with the holo-pad when everyone else stood to go.

When Okoye called for you, the other Doras quirked their mouths, the loudest their merriment would go in the mixed company of civilians, royalty, and military.

Zola confronted you about it months later, when Barnes was granted asylum in Wakanda.

“I want to talk to you about your feelings for the Winter Soldier.”

You stared at your former Captain, incredulous.

Bast, this woman did not forget a thing.

“I know not of which you speak, Mistress. I was studying his photos to see if I could spot a weakness, so as to kill him easily. Now that he has the king’s protection, I will follow orders.”

You kept your posture rigid and eyes straight ahead as she regarded you. Your training was over, but she knew you better than your mother in the river valley; you’d certainly been with her longer.

“That is the correct answer, child.”

You did not dare mention that you had not been a child for years. You kept your disrespect in your head. Not that it mattered.

“I know what you are thinking. That you are a full grown woman, a warrior. But if you do not want to put all of that in jeopardy, you will be careful. Do not let him into your head.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You should have listened better, for after he arrived, the Winter Soldier was not only in your head; he was in your heart. The chaos a smile from James Barnes could create inside you would cause your father to send you to the Jabari if you were still his ward.

You chilled Bucky to the bone from the first moment he laid eyes on you; you were so regal and so strong. You were different than any other human he’d ever met.

The second he introduced himself and your beautiful lips tilted into a frown and said, “What by Bast, is a Bucky?” you were firmly entrenched in his soul.

Neither of you felt you could be honest, you because of duty and he because he felt like an incomplete shadow of a man. Bucky had a lot of work to do. And he set about the work of healing, mentally and physically with a singular focus. Becoming worthy of you was one of his primary goals and you didn’t realize it.

The day Wakanda celebrated James Barnes and gave him a new name was the beginning of the end.

For the better part of the previous year, James Barnes had been just a man. A man that you squared off with when he first arrived, a man that you watched with pity as he broke down, then listened to with sympathy, talked to with candor, trained with intensity, and eventually broke bread with trust.

Now that man was your abokin kirki, your good friend. And also the White Wolf, practically a member of the royal family.

And, like the stealthiest of adversaries, the romantic feelings caught up to you quickly and without warning. You were astonished at how you felt when you saw the way that he looked at Nareema during the Royal celebration for him. You were devastated that he could look at another in that way and more than that, disappointed in yourself.

The fact that you’d fallen for your friend was something that you vowed never to admit or act upon. Sacrifice was your duty. Your feelings didn’t matter even if they were requited. Barnes was healing, and thus did not have time to focus on frivolous emotion.

Your job, as commanded by T'Challa, was to assist him through this period, and bid him goodbye when the time came.

What you purposefully ignored was how he had acted toward you. James sought you out, how he waited for you to come back from missions and training exercises, always with your favorite dishes prepared. Cooking was a hobby that he had undertaken to help calm his mind. And he was quite good at it.

You also disregarded the way Bucky looked at you, the way his eyes changed when you were in full combat gear, and the way his bow deepened as you walked by.

Or rather, you only thought about it when you were alone in your bed at night.

You should never have taken him to your favorite spot along the river the day after the celebration and allowed him to skinny dip with you. You told yourself it was just a private celebration between comrades; it was common among friends of the River Tribe, males and females naked before one another with no illicit thought. But this was different.

The way that you and James stared at each other from opposite banks as you lay in the sun after frolicking like children was dangerous. Your eyes avoided his, but you drank the rest of him in, from the new arm, to the scars on his chest, to the water drops dripping down his skin onto the river bank. His large cock was at rest, but it was long and thick, and you could imagine what it would be like if it were awakened.

You stared innocently at his manhood while something inside you alighted.

James’ eyes were upon you, from your captivating eyes, to those alluring lips, to the water running in rivulets between your beautiful breasts. He’d always admired your body, remembering every curve and toned muscle late at night and early in the morning when he was alone. The lust inside of him wanted you, but so did the love.

His eyes sought out yours, and when you finally returned his gaze, he guessed that perhaps you shared his feelings. Sensing his awareness, you again looked at his body, studying him as if he were predator, or prey.

Your boldness was alluring, and the fact that you were sitting, legs akimbo, so that he could clearly see the folds made Bucky feel the need to go into the river again to hide his arousal.

You joined him without thinking, your heart trying to break free from your ribs. You were afraid. For the first time, you felt truly afraid as your instinct drew you closer to him.

James’ hair was in his eyes, similar to the first time you saw him in those pictures all those months ago. And yet it was different this time. This time you knew that he would be your undoing.

You reached up to smooth his hair back, and he grabbed your wrist, pulling you close to him, your nipples conducting electricity with his wet skin and his cock pounding on your belly.

“Bari in tafi James. Let me go.”

“Da gaske kike so na? Do you really want me to?”

James pulled your hand to his mouth, his lips grazing your palm and up your arm. Your other hand flew up to strike him and he caught it with his vibranium one and twisted it behind you.

You were shocked, but not at him; you were surprised at your reaction. You could have easily gotten out of his hold, you were a skilled fighter.

But you didn’t want to.

“Do you mean to take me like some common karuwa?”

James spoke as his satin lips tasted your skin.

“Stop fighting the inevitable. You know that I hold you in the highest regard. You are not a whore, you are masoyi.”

James’ mouth had reached your shoulder and as he spoke you turned your head toward him as you whispered, terrified.

“You do not mean th-”

Bucky cut you off with his mouth upon yours. You whimpered in his grip and yielded when his tongue insisted entry to meet yours.

You stood in the river, James Barnes’ fingers massaging your scalp, drowning in his kiss. You moved closer to him, throwing your arms up to caress the muscles in his back, your fingers following the traces of water down his torso.

When the kiss was over, your head was spinning.

“What is it you want, soyayya ta? If I have offended you, I will leave Wakanda and never return. I-”

This time you cut him off with a kiss of your own, jumping up and wrapping your legs around his waist, grinding against his cock which was trapped between your core and his belly. James’ hands cupped your ass and as he did so, he groaned. He’d wanted to touch you this way as soon as he saw you, but he’d never dared. He respected you too much.

This time when you separated, you gave him direction.

“The rocks over there on the river bank.”

You pointed behind him to where he lay moments before.

“There. Take me James, over there.”

James turned around in the water, careful not to let the weakness he felt for you, nor the river current cause him to lose his footing. When he made it to the riverbank he deposited you gently on the sun-warmed rocks.

You leaned up on your elbows as James remained half in the water looking up into your eyes.

“Do you really want me James?”

He nodded.

“I do. More than just about anything.”

He picked up your hand and kissed your palm again.

“I have dreamed of this for so long. Tell me that you want me to, masoyi.”

You nodded.

“I want you, James. Ina son ku.”

Bucky beamed.

“Ina son ku kuma.”

And just like that, you were promised to each other, on the banks of your river beneath the Wakandan sun.

You kissed again, the act feeling like a sacrament, heating both of you beyond inhibition. His mouth, his hands, even his eyes on you were alerting all of your senses, because he was everywhere, and all at once. Your hands moved to keep up with him, your ardor overtaking you while you experienced his. Everywhere he touched, bit, suckled and stroked built the fires within you.

Bucky’s hand found your clit and teased it briefly before plunging a thick finger tip inside you. You bit your lip as you wantonly moved your hips.

“I’ve been waiting to do this for a long time, James. Need you.”

“You’ve no idea how much I want to be with you, too, kulkoka, but I don’t want to hurt you…”

James’ flesh hand was moving, stroking your walls as if he owned you, but your face heated at the knowledge of what he meant.

One night around the fire, he let you get drunk on some Border Tribe wine and you’d told him that you’d never been with a man. Not that you were a virgin, whatever that meant, but that sex with a man was something you hadn’t done.

Now you boldly stared at him in his mountain-ice blue eyes.

“I am a warrior James. I can handle it.”

James smirked and tilted his head as his fingers sank into your silken folds, readying you for his intrusion.

“Is that so?”

“Y-yes. I want you inside me…”

Your head lolled back on your shoulders, your shut eyelids glowing red with the sun.

“Mmmmmm, I want that too, Doll.. but I need to see you cum. Right now.”

James climbed down your body, pulling your thighs to the end of the rocks as he went. Your ass ended up in his hands and you leaned up on your elbows to watch him work. You spread your legs for him as his head dipped to your cunt.

James obtained eye contact as he delicately licked your slit from top to bottom and then stopped, watching as your eye opened, blazing as you silently demanded more by pushing his head down harder.

“Eat your meal, Sargent.”

“Yes, Lieutenant.”

You never let him forget that you outranked him, but he saucily winked as he went down and let his smile curl into your wetness.

As Bucky held you in two hands like a bowl and ate you like a man starved, you pulled his hair, which only spurred him on more. He would lick and then look at your pussy, pause, look you in the eyes, and then suck your clit until you were seeing stars. He continued until he could feel you clenching on his tongue. He suckled you and you trembled at how his lips looked wrapped around you. You squirmed until he had to hold you down so you couldn’t run from your orgasm.

“Give it to me. Now.”

Although you outranked him, your body obeyed his command.

You gasped as your mouth opened into a silent “O”, but you eventually didn’t care as you let out a wail with your climax.

Bucku suckled you through it, drawing out more pleasure and grinning when your pulses subsided.

When you were cognizant again, you reached for his member.

James Barnes was a model of a man, long and girthy, you could barely close your fist around him. His large glistening head projected out of the foreskin of his warm, thick and tan shaft. He felt so good in your grip, the veins that weaved around him making you crave that texture inside you. You had the curious urge to take his large balls into your mouth as your hand caressed him.

The effect of your action upon him was lost on you until you heard a groan, and you tore your eyes away from his glorious manhood to look up.

He was beautiful, looking at you with hooded eyes, hands on your thighs as he let you explore him, but obviously holding back. You could see his muscles tense as if ready to spring. With that knowledge, you leaned back as he gathered your thighs into his large hands. You knew that your arousal was leaking onto the rocks and that was confirmed at the way James looked between your legs and licked his lips.

“Take me James, I’m yours.”

“Be certain of what you’re saying, Doll.”

James lifted your leg to his shoulder and kissed from your ankle to your knee, causing you to shiver, then repeated the action with your other one. He then placed his hands on your waist as he moved close, the tip of his cock slotting into our wet, pulsing hole.

You whined as James stayed still, questioning you with his eyes.

“Please. James, I need you.”

Bucky swallowed and nodded, looking almost afraid.

“I got you, masoyi.”

Slowly, James moved forward, pushing inside you until you began to whimper. He stopped, not wanting to hurt you.

You never expected this sensation, the burning, the stretch, but you knew you were not ready for it to end.

You nodded up at him.

“More.”

You remembered your regulation exercises and used them to relax. James’s cock felt so damn good, but it was a lot to take. He was ruining you from any other feeling and could tell when he looked into your lust blown eyes. His gaze roamed your entire body to take in this moment forever and to keep himself calm. He wanted to take you roughly and immediately, but he loved you too much to ever hurt you.

You moaned as the pleasure from him filling you began to overtake the pain. When he was finally seated as full as he could, passion overtook you and you began to move.

James grabbed you harder to still your hips, trying to hold back.

“I want you to fuck me James!”

With that Bucky growled and climbed up on the rock, knees giving leverage to his hips, which snapped into yours once and stopped when you yelped.

“Easy Doll, don’t want to… damn…you feel so fucking good… so right… hmmm.”

James’ mouth explored your neck and torso, finally worshiping your nipples. You wrapped your legs around his hips, hands in his hair and whispering into his ear.

“Bast! I will not break, White Wolf. Claim me. Make me yours!”

Bucky leaned up and wrapped his hand around your throat as he began to honor your request. He was now pounding into you so hard that your body, and you swore the rock beneath you, rippled.

You moaned loudly as pain turned into pleasure and your body started to tremble. Bucky’s display of power over you had your eyes rolling back into your head.

“Thaats it. So fucking beautiful. I’m.. not gonna… fuck I’m gonna…I need you to…”

Bucky’s other hand found your clit and you let out a string of river tribe curses as you exploded around his cock.

“Holy…”

Bucky pumped about three more times and he exploded as well, pulling out in time to leave a string of pearls from your clit to your collarbone as he released all over you. You trembled as his hot spend seemed to sizzle on your sun warmed body. You watched him attempt to empty everything for you and then reached for him, instinctively sitting up to suck the rest out of him. Bucky looked down on you and shuddered, palming your head as you cleaned him off.

He reached down to play in the cum that decorated your body as you lay back on the warm rock. Then, he picked you up and took you back into the river, tenderly cleaning you off while covering you with kisses.

“I am going to meet with T’Challa. I need you to be my wife and have my babies as soon as possible.”

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You woke up with a start and tears in your eyes, the noise outside coming through the fog in your head as Amsterdam’s red light district.

You felt a deep loss. For your King, your people, your home.. your husband.

Your child.

You slowly sat up from your sleeping bag, and shuffled to the bathroom to clean your face.

As you looked into the mirror, you vowed that you would be back with your husband…as soon as you killed the power broker.

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stvrdrops · 9 months

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Shuri x pregnant!reader !!

i’ve never written for a pregnant!reader before but i really liked getting to tap into a more motherly shuri! sorry it's so short it's just out of my comfort zone, also i wanted to make sure i did this before it got too late due to my busy schedule lol.

my little panther ☆ | shuri x pregnant!reader

shuri loves her wife and her soon to be child, even though she keeps ruining their sleep.

warnings : none

word count : 470

when you heard the door open to your bedroom you couldn't help but awake. shuri was never quiet when she came home from the lab. she tried to step differently on the wooden floors or even shut the door three seconds slower but nothing ever worked. you still ended waking up.

shuri sighs, "i'm sorry. i tried to be quiet this time."

you sit up, rubbing your eyes, "it's okay, my love. it's not your fault that this baby has made me a light sleeper."

you can feel the smile that's beaming on shuri's face, even if you can't quite see it. shuri was always so excited whenever the baby was mentioned, whenever she thought about the baby, and when even anything baby related came up.

"how is my little panther?" she asks, plopping down on the bed and rubbing your shoulders. a smile spreads across your face.

"she's just fine. kicking up quite the storm though. i think she gets that from you."

"i disagree. you're the one who was kicking me when we were kids because i did not want to play house with you."

you chuckle, "and look where we are now. you should've listened to me."

shuri can't help but laugh either, knowing that she would've gotten you much pregnant sooner if she could've. the tech she designed took close to two years after you both decided you wanted a baby. thanks to the effort of shuri's brain and vibranium the baby would biologically be you and her's entirely.

"she knows you're home. i can feel her reaching out to you." you groan as you feel her moving around inside of you.

shuri's eyes light up. she moves around in front of you, allowing you to see her better.

her head presses up against your stomach as she rubs it. "hello my little panther!" she whispers against your stomach. you can't help but smile.

"this is your mommy, y'know the cooler one."

"shuri!"

"sorry, sorry." shuri chuckles, "i can not wait to meet you and introduce you to everyone, including your uncle t'challa. he's almost as excited as i am! and you'll get to meet your cousins, they are a handful. i already know you will be gifted with my smarts and your mother's beauty. she is the most beautiful woman in all of wakanda after all."

shuri's words melted your heart. you knew she would be a great mother but there was a time where shuri insisted otherwise. times like these know tell you that her thoughts were formed out of being scared to raise a child of her own. however, the fact you were doing it with her calmed her down.

"i think the baby and i are both tired."

"ah, you're right. i'll be quiet next time i promise."

"sure you will shuri."

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haechvn · 1 year

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Beach Day

Pairing: Shuri x F!Reader

Warning: Fluff and Anxiety at the end

Summary/Request: Shuri and reader spend the day at the beach with Prince T'Challa

Word Count: 0.8k+

Author’s Note: It's crazy how much the actor for Prince T'Challa actually looks like Chad.

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The waves crash against the shore of Cap-Haïtien as the air fills with the sound of Prince T’Challa’s giggles, sending warmth and peace to Shuri’s heart. The sweet smell of the ocean breeze whipped all around the three of you as you watched the young child entertain himself by trying to build a snowman. With sand. T’Challa was the exact same oh my goodness, she thinks to herself, not being able to hide the toothy smile that forms on her face.

Leaning back, Shuri rests her head on your shoulder and takes your hand into hers, cherishing the present moment Bast has blessed her with. She was never able to see past her grief and could not fathom a time when she would be feeling content, let alone happy, without feeling guilty. In a very healthy way, Prince T’Challa allowed Shuri to heal her wounds in ways she never imagined. He is truly his fathers child; wide eyes and adorable little cheeks, the constant need to be helpful to others and clear cut speeches.

She could not have asked for more. Upon hearing about her brothers’ passing, her heart was torn beyond measure but now she can feel those pieces coming back into realignment. Of course some days are harder than others but she feels lucky knowing that T’Challa left a book and a child for her to get a sense of closure. She was grateful for the days she was able to be a part of more and more because it reminded her to continue living the life that her family would have wanted for her.

You landed in Haiti last week and ever since, you and Shuri have been experiencing some of the most peaceful days of your entire relationship. Waking up in bed to the rays of the Caribbean sun pouring through the room windows. Long early morning and late night strolls on the beach is how most of your days were filled in between building connections with many of the locals. Prince T’Challa had even attempted to start teaching Shuri Creole but his little lisp made it a little difficult to understand but nevertheless he still tried.

From the outside looking in, the Princess mirrored the previous version of herself that never endured all the pain she had been through. She had started to eat more regularly and opened herself to others more. Her skin was glowing at every second, eyes bright as the night stars and her smile. That smile of hers never seemed to leave her face.

Being in a foreign place with those she was familiar with allowed her mind to expand past all that she had endured back home, bringing back that sense of tranquility and letting her ground herself in the most important thing she tried to push away: love.

Having so much taken from her made it hard to appreciate those that still surrounded her. As everyday passed, she found herself believing in the words her late mother once spoke to her. “Your brother may be dead, but he is not gone.” Some days, she swears she can hear T’Challa laugh alongside his son’s. Shuri is finally able to properly move on without having to say goodbye.

Turning her attention back to the boy, she calls him over so that she can sandwich from the picnic basket that his mother had put together for the three of you. Watching him bite into his meal with crumbs littering his chubby cheeks, Shuri felt as though her heart would explode with joy as she played with his beautiful natural curls. Even Griot let her know that her heart rate was accelerating.

Joining him, the two of you enjoy your sandwiches and juice boxes because what is a picnic without a juice box. The glorious sun begins to set on you all, casting a vibrant purple and orange sky as Prince scurries back to the shoreline. He was able to entertain himself with absolutely anything around him. Taking a quick glance at you, Shuri’s mind can’t help but travel to the future, envisioning what it would be like if the two of you had children you would call your own. Waking up at the middle of the night to screeching cries, having to change countless diapers and the possibility of one of your many children looking just like you, is something Shuri would surely die for.

Prince had insisted that he didn’t need any help with any sand castle or artistic creations so it was a bit off putting when he rushed over to you two, interrupting a sweet kiss that you shared.

“Aunties! I said he needs help!”

He? Who is he? Maybe he was feeling connected to his father again or something but his father passed peacefully. Scanning around the area, there was nothing and no one else in sight.

“Prince,” Shuri called to her cousin, beckoning him closer because based on his body language, the young boy was extremely uncomfortable. “Who needs help? Do you want us to help you with your—.”

“The water man. The water man needs Aunty Shuri!”

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rayrayvan · 1 year

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Do you want to?

Pairing: Shuri x fem!reader

Shuri was sitting mindlessly in her lab, it was one of the days wherein she wasn’t busy. Although those days are rare, they happen and when those days happen they always align with your not-busy days. Those were the days you’d spend with each other’s company, however, today was different. You were busy with reports and reading proposals for what they think is the betterment of the Outreach Facilities.

So Shuri decided to venture to your office and as she reached it, she simply barge in, you however, didn’t almost notice her.

“Are you not busy my love?” You asked her. She simply shake her head no and sat in of the chairs in front of your desk “What are doing here my love? I’ll bore you out and I’m so sorry I couldn’t hang out with you today” You told apologetically “I came here not to hangout but to see you work” Shuri told you bluntly and resulted to you tilting your head to the side and had a puzzled look “I haven’t seen you work and I miss my beautiful wife, lemme stay here” She pleaded as to you who sighed contentedly and nodded yes.

She hasn’t seen you this serious and casual calls from Okoye asking when her Starbucks would be built and you repeating that you’ll see to it. Shuri watched you, heart filled with content and questions in her head how lucky she has to have you. And what would you look like with a baby strapped infront of you. In her daze, she spoke her mind “Do you want a baby?” As to you, you looked at her “Do you want to?” You asked her which she simply nodded “I know we have T’Challa, but we only got to babysit him and how our own? They get to run around this huge palace, laughter and joy would fill the walls, What do you say my love?” She asked you and you just nodded with tears in your eyes as you rushed to her side and kissed her passionately “Let’s have a baby” You told her.

Let’s say you were still puzzled why she thought of having a child, but that didn’t matter, you’ll work it out for the future of your child and that’s important.

Note: Originally I would write about Shuri watching you work and suddenly the idea of "What if they want a child?" And I know Shuri's very busy and T'challa is there but how about they want their own? So I ended up doing that ending.

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aokoaoi · 1 year

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𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫. ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿˢ

pairings : big sister!shuri x fem!reader x big brother!t'challa

warnings : ooc characters(?).

authors note : this is not a ship fanfic. everything is completely platonic, just pure sibling relationship<3.

GROWING UP !

— you were only 2 years younger than shuri, so of course, it wasn't difficult for you two to get along.

— compared to your sister, you didn't have very strong ambitions. But even so, you were taught how to rule a nation by your mother when you were younger, and when you were prepared enough, she took you to train to be a Dora Milaje member.

— you were a fairly calm and obedient child back then, and even since you grew into a fine woman.

— you didn't have an interest in fighting whatsoever, but it did cross your mind that you'd end up needing the skills to fight. But you didn't complain and go against your mother.

— there weren't that much things that interested you as a kid. Your sister and brother often picked on you(playfully) for it.

— shuri even tried to get you to be interested in her ambitions, saying that it's 'fun' and 'an opportunity to learn something new'.

— you weren't adventurous, smart like shuri, nor would you be strong like t-challa. Sometimes, as you grew older, you think if you could've done something more than just train to be in an elite group. But despite those, something sparked inside you and motivated you to be the strongest amongst all the members of the Dora Milaje.

BONDING WITH SHURI !

some big brother t'challa scenes<3

— it's awfully loud when there's two of you in the same room. Like seriously, it's just filled with Shuri laughing at your jokes. Everyone sees you as 'the calmer one of the siblings' but boy.. when you're with those 'siblings' its like someone released a whole mammal out their cage.

— despite not understanding half she's saying, you still go visit shuri in her lab to keep her company. She's just yapping to you about what she's doing, while you just nodded, pretending like you understood what the hell she's saying.

• "(name)? Are you listening or no?"

• "I am. But I don't understand."

• "It's fine, at least you're listening."

— whenever her brother is doing something, or is busy, you'd be the one training her some fighting abilities. You aren't as skilled like your brother, goodness no, he's the black panther for Pete's sake, but you are strong. Somewhat.

— shuri always supports and cheers for you whenever you're about to go to your training. Boy, the proudness she felt when she was told that you were slowly beginning to be more skilled the passing days. She's not lying, Okoye said it herself.

— tackles you in hugs almost everytime she's overly enthusiastic to see you.

• "Stop that. You act like our rooms aren't next to eachother."

• "I missed you!"

• "we see eachother everyday!"

— okay but listen to this. The over protectiveness that randomly summoned inside her when she heard that you were getting marriage proposals.

"atrocious!" You and your mother deadpanned at her reaction, side eyeing eachother blankly. "(name), whatever you must do, do not even look at those proposals, okay?!"

— yeah it was a wild experience.

— besides that, shuri is a great sister. She loves you but literally acts like she's the youngest. Seriously, you mightve heard that she's older and you're younger, but when you see these two and know the personally, you'll end up doubting yourself.

— even your own brother said it himself.

• "Shuri, stop clinging onto your sister like a wild monkey climbing up a tree."

• "What?"

• "brother said to stop climbing me like you're a monkey."

— ooh, have I mentioned that you're a great dancer? If not, you're a very great dancer! Dora Milaje members are probably all great dancers if you must say so yourself.

— growing up, shuri was probably your favorite person who ever walked the soil of earth. And then your brother follows right behind her, and then your parents, and then—

— when it's the three of you combined, it's like the whole definition of the word 'chaos'. In the end of the day, T'challa is tired as hell, Shuri went to drain more of her energy in her lab work, and you? Already fell asleep.

— despite being a whole menace the three of you were, mama Ramonda and papa T'chaka were proud of what you three have achieved.

i am very tired<\3 still figuring out my layouts for headcanon posts, so this one is kind of messy rnn. this is also my first time writing about sibling relationships, especially in readers pov so I'm sorry if it's cringey oml😭

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axailslink · 1 year

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Hey I was wondering if you would be able to do mom Shuri x Mom y/n where they meet their child’s bf/gf for the first time?

Mom Shuri Udaku x poc mom FEM reader

Warning: ⚠️ light jokes about white people (this is a poc page if this hurts you you seriously should get a sense of humor.)

Summary: you and Shuri feared your kids growing up not because of the world and how it could weigh on them but you feared when they started to love.

Shuri is constantly watching out the window as you ice the cake "baby stop" she sighs "I can't stop we agreed I get to be nosy" you laugh and bring the cake to the table carefully "after years they have finally allowed us to meet their partners let's be happy for them." Shuri nods as she takes deep breaths but she stops for a moment "what if they're white?" You burst into laughter and slap her shoulder "their mother is the black panther...if they're white you treat them how you would treat the others. With kindness" She paces the room and shakes her head "what if they're terrible people? What if they take my little babies for granted? What if they use them?" You shake your head and slap your hand against the wall "Shuri we raised our children right now sit down and calm down you're making me nervous with all that damned pacing." Shuri quickly sits on the couch but jumps up when the door is opened and reveals your first daughter the youngest she just turned seventeen so of course she's still in the house. You named her Zuri as a tribute to... a dear friend. Zuri comes in slowly hand in hand with a rather nice looking young man he's well groomed and wearing sandals he kind of reminds Shuri of a young T'Challa. You look around the corner and smile "oh it just you Caron love come here" you hug the young man and Shuri looks him up and down "you know him?" You nod as he hugs you back "yes this is Caron he helps me with those kids remember?" Shuri thinks momentarily as Caron smiles at her you can read the nervousness in his eyes. She lifts her hand out to shake and he takes it immediately but she squeezes as she smiles causing Caron to yelp and Zuri to slap Shuri's shoulder "mother!" Shuri lets go and Caron gasps as he holds his hand "you remember that pain when you decide to hurt my little girl" Caron nods and you just shake your head "mama you could have broken his hand!" Shuri shrugs "I didn't and I didn't plan to I simply gave him a preview of what might be to come when he breaks your heart." If you ask Shuri she'll quickly tell you she doesn't play favorites but everyone knows Zuri has been her favorite since she came out of the womb. She was and still is spoiled rotten but she's also too smart for her own good just like her mother.

Your middle child Kabi is 19 he walks in the room he's always been confident and cocky so when he strides in with a man taller than him you aren't surprised however Shuri's face tells it all "my love" you hum as you slowly walk over to her sitting on the edge of the couch "this is my boyfriend Unjo he's in the border tribe" Shuri whispers to you "did you know our son was gay?" You hold back your laugh "we told them they should never feel like they have to come out...so I didn't know but I'm not surprised." Shuri nods as she stands up and looks Unjo up and down "how old are you son?" You laugh as she lowers her voice purposely she probably feels threatened. "Twenty" Shuri gasps and turns around "twenty!" You slap your face "how long have you been dating my son?" Unjo answers quickly "for two years" Shuri nods "so when he was 17 you wer-" you push Shuri to the couch and bring Unjo in for a hug. "Nice to meet you son I'm sorry she's a bit rude today" Shuri groans and Zuri just sighs at Shuri's acting out.

Finally your oldest Kiya (22) walks in but she stops and closes her partner outside "mamas please don't freak he's really nice and he treats me lovely" this catches everyone's attention Shuri immediately jumps up and so do you "Kiya if you bring a non person of color into my home" Kiya shyly smiles "mama please I'm going to open the door say nothing" Kiya opens the door and Shuri gasps as she reveals a white man you can see the tear forming in her eye as she starts to laugh uncontrollably. "I'm going to k-" you shush her "hi honey I'm Y/n Kiya's mother" he gently takes your hand and kisses it causing Shuri to make an unrecognizable sound in her throat. "I'm Marquis" you hold back your laugh he's a white man with a black man's name oh Bast save him you gently smile "who wants cake?" You don't give anyone else time to say anything if you did Kiya would very much be the talk of the night.

You find yourself in the kitchen with your children and they're all quiet "mama remember when you said I'd be the one to bring home a white chick?" You smack Kabi's arm with the wooden spoon but Kiya replies "he's really nice he knows how to cook and he feeds me and we plan on having children one day." As if Kiya has said the forbidden word Shuri dramatically falls into the fridge "no oh good Bast" you slap your hand over her mouth as she starts yelling curses. Dating a white person wasn't bad it never was but in this household it was always talked about as some joke when they were growing teens but seeing it as a reality made it all too real. "Baby baby stop you're acting a fool it's not that big of a deal" Shuri shakes her head and points at Kiya as she mumbles into your hand. You slowly uncover her mouth "Kiya I'm not upset with you it's just" she laughs as she shakes her head "there's going to be a lot of eyes on you and I would never wish that on you I would have hoped you would have made it easier for yourself. He seems nice... Just run away with him do you know what happened when we brought Bucky down here? He was like white Jesus to the women he's going to collect them like that" she snaps her fingers "if you want to keep your man don't bring him to Wakanda" you laugh and Kiya smiles at Shuri as she hugs "thank you mama" Shuri groans and hugs her back. "I was serious" Kiya nods "I know"

A/n: I enjoyed this also some of the children's names relate to some of the characters can you guess who?

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killmongerskeepermain · 1 year

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Past Regrets // Shuri

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

Pairing: Shuri x Fem!Reader

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

Words: 2.5k

Bendifuna usisi wam omdala - I needed my older sister.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

// Flashback //

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Shuri-"

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

// End of Flashback //

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No I'm just-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Y/N maybe we should-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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marksbear · 1 year

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hello hello ! first request here :)

fandom : black panther / black panther : wakanda forever [ marvel ]

character : erik killmonger

plot : as a child, killmonger had one person that he trusted the most, besides his father - m/n l/n. despite his secretive nature, both boys enjoyed playing basketball together, and going to killmonger's apartment - as y/n was one of the only kids that his father seemed to trust to let into their home. on the night of his father's death, killmonger cries into the arms of y/n, who holds him silently, and it seemed it was just them against the world. until y/n disappeared immediately after, aiding killmonger's descent into madness and revenge. timeskip to his time in wakanda, more or less ruling it after the 'death' of t'challa, he strolls the streets until he sees a familiar face and chases them into alleyways. y/n, alive and well, staring at killmonger with a sorrowful expression. killmonger is betrayed, realizing that all along his childhood friend was from wakanda, and that may have been the only reason his father allowed him to come into the house - as he knew the boy would say nothing, maybe he was even a part of their schemes. the reunion is all shouting and close up threats, until they're both overcome with emotions and they just screw in the alleyway.

basically [ childhood friends to strangers to enemies to lovers ]

i apologize for the long request, i enjoy your work and sort of rambled the idea i had in my head. thank you in advance, i hope it doesn't cause much trouble, and it's alright if you are unable to fulfil it.

if it isn't much, i'd like to be the 🍀 anon, or maybe🪴if that one's already taken. thank you again <3

Hi hello! Hope you're doing well my friend! And of course you can be🍀 anon! You'll be my good luck charm!

ERIK KILLMONGER X MALE READER

Erik stands outside the gate looking at the boys playing basketball watching them from afar.

The boys seemed like they all knew each other leaving Erik to be the odd one out. Erik turns his attention to a young boy sitting on the trunk of someone's car holding a basketball in his lap. Erik stares at him wondering “Why isn’t he playing with anyone.” Erik is so deep in thought that he doesn’t notice the boy walking to him.

The boy climbs on the gate and drops down to Erik. Erik still doesn’t notice the boy until the boy lightly shoves his arm. “Wh-what oh.” Erik looks at the boy. Y/n pushes the ball into Erik’s arms with a smirk on his face. “I’m Y/n. And you are?” “Erik…” “Well Erik lets 1v1! First to eleven wins”

Y/n holds onto Erik’s arm moving the damaged gate out of the way holding it open for Erik.

The boys begin to play multiple rounds of basketball. Round after round the two never seem to get tired of each other. Some strangers/ other kids come and go as they play for hours. The two taught each other different moves and tricks. They play for hours until they begin to feel tired.

Y/n shoots the winning shot with a smirk on his face looking at Erik. “I win again!” Y/n brags earning a playful shove from Erik. The two begin wrestling each other trying to prove their dominance to see who is the real winner. Erik takes Y/n to the ground, pinning him to the floor. “Now I’m the real winner.”

Erik teases earning Y/n to play dirty. By tickling Erik. “Y/n! S-stop AhaHA! Stopp!” Erik laughs out falling down on the floor with his friend. Y/n stops with a few laughs escaping his own lips.

The two lay on the ground side by side talking about whatever comes to mind. “You're pretty good at basketball.” Erik says, looking to his side staring at Y/n.

“You too. Erik maybe a bit worse, but still good.” Y/n jokes earning Erik rolling his eyes.

“Y/n, maybe we can go pro together? Y’know like to join the NBA.” Erik says imaging the two of them playing side by side in a real game. Y/n’s face seemed confused like he didn’t know what the NBA was, but to please his new friend Y/n agreed by shaking his head yes. “Y-yeah we’ll be unstoppable.” Y/n adds slightly praying that he got it right.

“It’s getting dark. How about I walk you home?” Y/n suggests getting off the ground and picks up his ball looking down at Erik. Y/n holds out his hand waiting for Erik to take it. Erik takes it and gets off the ground with Y/n’s help.

Y/n and Erik walk to Erik’s house hand in hand “keeping the other safe.”

After they reach the apartment and everything Y/n lets go of Erik’s hand and smiles at him. Erik looks sad from having to leave his friend. “When do I see you again?” Erik asks, watching Y/n think. “Anytime and everywhere. I promise.”

The answer confused Erik and before he could ask again the front door opened revealing Erik’s father looking at the two boys. Erik’s dad stared at Y/n wide eyed like if he knew Y/n’s secret. “Erik, who is the boy?”

“He’s Y/n! My new friend!” Erik dad gave Y/n one more glance before opening the door. “Well get in. You to Y/n. It's too late for you to go back home.” Both boys go inside and go straight to Erik’s room.

Erik gave Y/n extra sleeping clothes and both got ready to go asleep. The boys get into the bed laying next to each other side by side. They talk about anything that comes into their mind.

“Y/n? Are you still awake?” “Yeah. What's up?” “Wanna explore the neighborhood tomorrow?” “Sure. We can. We can go everywhere together, you just have to say the word.” “Friends for life?” Erik says, holding out his pinky. “Friends forever.” Y/n holds out his own pinky wrapping it around Erik promising.

After that night the boys became inseparable. They hung out every single minute of the day. They were together forever. They knew everything about each other, the bad things, the good things, and even things the person didn’t know about themselves.

TIMESKIP

Y/n and Erik were doing pickup with some other boys about to play basketball until something big and weird happened. Some ship or something was in the sky flying past them in the air. Erik runs to his house with Y/n chasing after him.

Y/n recognized what was in the sky. I mean c'mon he grew up seeing them everywhere. Y/n prayed that they weren't coming for him.

Once the boys reach the apartment door Y/n goes in front of Erik trying to shield him from the horrors he already knew what was going to come. Y/n opens the door hearing a gasp from behind him. Erik pushes past Y/n running to his dad’s body.

Erik cradles his father's dead body silently crying as Y/n watches him before walking to him and hugs Erik tightly. Erik cries even harder holding his dear friend for dear life. Y/n lays his head on top of Erik trying to comfort him the best he can. Erik's thoughts run wild; the only thing he can think about is revenge and Y/n. Erik’s body slowly feels limp from crying. Erik's eyes slowly close from exhaustion. He didn’t when he started to become tired. Erik’s become choked sobs as Y/n comfort him without saying anything.

Erik's body became limp, passing out from exhaustion and sadness. Y/n uses all his kid strength to drag Erik into his bedroom before leaving him on his bed. Y/n takes off his necklace and ring to give Erik something to remember him by. Y/n takes off his jacket and lay’s it onto Erik. Tears fall from Y/n’s eyes before he leaves the apartment.

To never be seen again…

When Erik woke up he was scared, lonely and revengeful; only Y/n’s jacket brought him comfort. Erik looked around the neighborhood for hours for his friend. By hour by hour Erik began to lose up. So defeated he goes back home and goes into his room. He almost went straight to his bed, but something shiny caught his eye. Erik goes to the dresser and picks up the rings and cries even harder while clutching Y/n's jacket close to him.

TIMESKIP

King Kilmonger walks around Wakanda making sure everything is perfect. He’s been ruling it since the death of T'challa taking the princess' place to rule. Erik seems alright from the outside. He was a strong, cocky, a bit evil man, but still had somewhat of a heart.

What most don't know, Erik sometimes cries himself to sleep as memories of his childhood friend run through his mind. Erik hated him deeply, but he couldn’t deny that he loved and missed the man dearly. The feeling of betrayal goes through his body every single day.

Erik strolls around the street stretching his legs and clearing his mind before having to sit through another long and boring meeting.

People greet their king as he passes by him. Many offer gifts and others just starting conversation.

Everything was going fine until Erik heard a familiar name being called.

"Y/n! Come help me lift this." Some older fellow shouted looking at the younger man for assistance. "Alright." A voice rings out automatically catching Erik's ears. "Y/n..." Erik mumbles out watching the male lift up some crates for the old man. "Thank you Y/n. Such a fine young man you are." The older man praises patting Y/n on his back for the good work.

Y/n smiles at the older man before turning back to the street going to head back home.

Erik and Y/n lock eyes both of them stand like deer in head lights in the middle of the street.

Y/n runs for it catching Erik a bit off guard, but chases after him as fast as possible.

They run past corners and turns with Y/n trying to throw off the king to the best of his ability. From any point of view they'll probably think Y/n was a thief or worse from how their king is chasing him down. Y/n tries to lose Erik in the crowd, but nothing can stop the king.

But finally their game of chase is cut short. Y/n goes straight into an alleyway leading into a dead end. By the time Y/n realized it was too late Erik ran into the alleyway after Y/n.

"Y/n. It is really you." Erik breathes out staring Y/n. "You're alive." Erik also says in disbelief. Y/n lets out a sigh and nods his head yes. "Why..." Erik trails off before anger begins to overcome him.

"Why! Why would you leave me!" Erik screams feeling his whole body burn with rage. "How could you do that to me!?! When I needed you most. You were my best friend! And I needed you!" Erik adds watching Y/n's sorrowful expression begin to change.

"Bestfriends? Really Erik? We were nothing close to best friends. Erik you never gave a damn about me unless we were hanging out at your place or playing basketball! You didn't even make an effort to know where I live or anything about me!" Y/n shouts walking closer to Erik showing him that he isn't scared.

"I trusted you with my life Y/n. Me and my father did!" Erik shouts back while registering that Y/n was the only person allowed in the house.

"You're from wakanda. And you knew didn't you? You knew what was in the sky that night. You knew that they were gonna kill my father! And I bet you were a part of it." Erik blames walking closer as well.

"Erik... Don't start saying things like that." Y/n says as flashbacks going through his mind from all the times he was with Erik and his father.

"Why Y/n! Why did you leave me? I cried for years and I still do trying to think about when you left me... I-I should honestly punish you for that. You made me go into madness. We both knew that I couldn't life without you. You were the only one besides my father, I loved and trusted."

When Y/n heard those words fall from Erik's mouth he almost cracked. Y/n moves both his hands on both sides of Erik's cheeks pulling him in for a deep kiss.

Erik was surprised and pulled away fast looking at Y/n wide eyed. Y/n stares back at him feeling that he did the worst thing ever, but those feelings are quickly washed away by Erik kissing him.

The two hold and kiss each other. Holding each other tightly like the other would disappear. Y/n is quick to move Erik on the wall as the kiss gets more and more heated. Their bodies move against each other finally getting the satisfaction the both of them longed for.

Erik and Y/n fumble around with their clothes trying to take them off as quickly as they can.

Finally Y/n pulls away gasping for air a bit as he takes off his own clothes never breaking eye contact with Erik. Erik watches Y/n undress watching him with pure love in his eyes. The king begins to take off his own clothes.

Y/n pins Erik on the wall kissing and biting his now exposed skin. "I want you inside me Y/n." Erik says growing impatient not even caring that he isn't well prepped.

Erik moves his hands down to Y/n's hard cock giving it a few slow strokes while staring Y/n in his eyes. Erik pulls his hand away before spitting on it and goes back to jerking off Y/n.

Erik's hand movements are fast and rough trying to make Y/n's cock wet as fast as he can. Y/n bucks his hips into Erik's fist while soft moans escape his lips. "Give it to me Y/n!~" Erik pleads pulling his hand away and turning his body around to his stomach on the wall and bending over.

Y/n puts both hands on either side of Erik's hips holding him still as he slowly moves his tip inside Erik's hole. Y/n begins to slowly thrust in and out inside Erik causing Erik to let out moans and whimpers.

"Fa-faster! ohHh fuck~" Erik moans out moving himself down meeting Y/n half way when he thrust.

Y/n doesn't need to get told twice as he picks up his thrust at a fast pace. Y/n's grip on Erik is tighter as he begins to abuse his hole with thrust. Y/n thrust became deeper and rougher. Skin slapping and moans can be heard throughout the hallway as both males don't even care if they're making too much noise.

Erik walls tighten around Y/n once Y/n hits his prostate causing a long moan to fall from his mouth.

Y/n begins to abuse Erik's prostate snapping his hips at a faster pace and hitting his prostate every single time with his thrust. "Again! fu-ck~ hit it again~" Erik begs

Erik hard cock leaks precum and his cock twitching from being near his peak. Y/n thrust doesn't slow down a second keeping up his fast and rough rhythm.

The king holds onto the wall for dear life as Y/n wrecks his hole. "Y/n!~ I'm about to cum! gonna cum!~" Erik moans as his eyes begin to water. Y/n speeds up his thrust even faster than before as he feels his own cock twitch inside Erik. Erik is first to meet his peak. He cums hard onto the floor and wall painting it white as he screams and moans out things that don't even make sense.

Erik's walls clamp on tighter on Y/n's cock eager to get Y/n's load inside him.

After a few more thrust Y/n's cums deep inside Erik painting Erik's inside white and warm causing Erik to scream all sorts of things. Y/n thrust hard and slow a few times fucking him until he's out of his high and drained.

The two breathe heavy and in silence both too tired to say anything and a bit scared to say something. Y/n begins to pull out slowly as he watches his load pour out of Erik. "Don't leave me. Y/n don't go..." Erik says quietly hoping that Y/n didn't hear him.

Y/n turns Erik's body around so he faces him. "I don't live far from here. Lets go to my place and get you cleaned up."

THE END

#erik killmonger #erik killmonger x male reader #killmonger x male reader #x male reader #male reader #marvel x male reader #x dom male reader #x top male reader #the bear club #🍀 anon

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missvelvetsstuff · 17 days

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With Friends Like You, Who Needs Enemies?

Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve x Natasha, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Reader is a mutant with the ability to turn sound into light who was 'adopted' aka stolen as a child by Baron Von Strucker to use for experimentation. She was given a form of the Super soldier serum so in addition to her mutant abilities she also has super strength, enhanced senses and healing. When he starts experimenting on his volunteers, the Maximoff twins, she tries to convince them to escape with her but they tell the Baron that she's planning to escape so he doubles her cell security. Steve and reader met when the team recovered Loki's scepter from Strucker.

She falls in love with Steve and becomes good friends with Nat but they aren't the friends she thinks they are.

This story is canon adjacent except that Thanos never happened.

Chapter 12

Warnings: swearing, little angst

Notes: I know this is short but it just didn't flow with the chapter before or after so I'm just throwing it out there.

The entire team, minus Steve sat around the dining room table eating tacos and talking quietly in small groups. Even Thor, the Guardians, T'Challa, Scott Lang and Captain Marvel were in attendance.

Once everyone was almost finished Tony spoke up "I want to start by thanking everyone for coming in, I know it's a long drive for some. I do think it's important that everyone is involved in this decision and it's easier to talk without distractions when we're all in the same place." He sighed "After Germany I hoped we wouldn't have to address anything like this again. As you all know agent Romanoff is gone so her betrayal has been addressed but Rogers will be tougher thanks to public perceptions." He paused for a moment, thoughtful "since you all have the details of the latest drama we won't make Rainbow listen to any of that so straight into discussion. If anyone has any comments, thoughts, insights or dirty jokes please speak up."

Tony sat down and waited but it didn't take long for Bruce to speak up

"I'm sure all of you have a good idea where I would stand on this. As much as Steve has betrayed our trust he's still Captain America and has a lot of public support. If people find out that Natasha was never truly rehabilitated and then a bunch of negative press comes out about Steve it will damage the teams credibility. That being said I think he should get his own apartment. Away from the compound. And maybe only send him on missions when absolutely necessary. Let him be the performing monkey and handle the PR mess he's created."

Thor argued "Why would we keep someone who has broken our trust like Rogers? In some cases we would be trusting him with our lives. He was still intimate with Natasha when she was held here while her eyes healed. He has put her and his needs first for far too long."

Wanda spoke up "What if I read him on a regular basis so we know for sure where he stands?"

"That sounds awfully invasive, even unconstitutional." Countered Nick Fury as he entered the room. "You know, Stark, I'm fine with you handling the daily operations but you've taken out one of my best agents and now want to retire Captain America. Considering the circumstances I can overlook your response to Romanoff but benching Rogers is too far." He shook his head "Ross won't have it."

He sat at the opposite end of the table and sighed "We can have PR spin it as she was a sleeper and manipulated him. Send him on a leave of absence to give people time to forget."

Rainbow had been sitting quietly, listening to the various arguments when Tony looked to her questioningly.

She sighed "Well, I'm not going to forget but unfortunately I think Bruce is right. I do support having him move offsite and would like it to include restricting his access here."

Nick and Tony looked at her then each other and nodded. "Is this a plan everyone can live with?" Tony asked before calling Steve in.

There were grumbles and nods, proving it a good compromise since no one was really happy.

Steve showed up a few minutes later looking for a fight "Look Tony i know that I've made some mistakes but this is-" he stopped when he saw Nick and looked around the room "What's going on? Did you need Nick to do your dirty work, Tony? I should have-"

Nick snapped "Shit the fuck up, Rogers. We've agreed to let you stay on the team but you need to find housing offsite. And you'll be doing more PR than avenging for now. I'll have one of the people in that dept get in touch with you this week."

Steve was shocked still having expected some backlash but didnt know what to do next.

Tony looked around "Any other business while we're all here? I guess not. I don't know about any of you but I'm ready for happy hour."

At that moment Happy came out of the kitchen with a cart that had two pitchers of margaritas, chips and glasses which were passes around and filled.

Rainbow squeezed Bucky's hand as she took a sip of her drink and he leaned over to say something in her ear which made her laugh and nod.

@vicmc624

Wanda looked at them and smiled. When Vision asked what she was smiling about she looked at him "Bucky's gonna take Rainbow on a date tonight. Their first real date."

Chapter 13

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #angst with a happy ending #james bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x female reader

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demie90s · 1 year

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The Ultimate

Shuri x Fem!reader

Warning: None. Like 840 words

Part 1

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East of Wakanda a Tribe living only out of Vibranium, however only 2 left made fully out of the source. Queen Hadi and her husband and King Malik. Together they had only one child.

This child came to be be name Princess Y/fn of the Adamma tribe. Better known as the lost tribe of Marrakech.

Born October 10th, 2004. The strongest beings in the world. Born with multiple powers that she had to train everyday , but babies don’t know how to control things.

Willingly at least.

Telekinesis, Hydrokinesis, Aerokinesis, Geokinesis, and Super Strength.

At 5 she was excepted to learn seven languages at the same time. Was this easy on a child no…of course not. But she did surprisingly well, and by 8 she knew…

- Kech ( Mother tounge ) not counted

-Spanish

-English

-French

-Russian

-Korean

-Japanese &

-Xhosa

At age 9 Y/fn made such advanced technology they created a passage to the quantum realm that only they have access to making them the first of human kind to start civilization there.

At age 10 her mother wanted her to experience the best of life. She thought training her so much at a young age would create a cold blooded killer. Working around chemicals all day didn’t help either.

So they was sent on a trip to North America. Specifically the US. She grew to hate how self centered the people were.

How they consistently harmed their own kind.

How lazy and unfair their laws where.

This did take a toll on her causing her to see how the world really works. Her own people being murdered and mistreated. She does not smile often and has been taught to show no emotion but she could not help but to feel constant aching in her chest when these things happen.

At age 13 they returned home and continued to train. This did not surprise her mother. She was only there for 3 years.

But one day in the US can make you want to blow your brains out.

At the age of 14 she started to perfect her powers. This was not a must but purely for fun. Best part about made of Vibranium is you technically can’t die.

Brute force is one way to destroy the metal, but only if one possesses the strength of a god.

By 15 she was titled The Ultimate by her mother, her father, her people.

Her parents didn’t want her to waste away being that nothing was after them. So they did something.

At 16 the Avengers recruited her.

This can happen if you have an exceptional power or skillset, and happen to catch positive attention from a current member. But in her case her parents made them.

Not that she had a problem with it but come on. Going out and saving people willingly was in no way shape or form better than staying home in her comfortable bed.

Captain America, Iron Man, Thor, Hulk, Black Widow, Scarlet Witch, Spider-Man, Nebula, Rocket, Captain Marvel, Okoye, Black Panther, Ant-Man and more.

Her favorite being Okoye & Black Panther. She considered them ‘her home away from home.’

Okoye is an skilled martial artist and master of staff and spear fighting. She carries a specialized vibranium spear, capable of collapsing into a handle for quick concealment.

A weapon traditionally wielded by members of the Dora Milaje. An elite group of warriors who serve as the all-female special forces for Wakanda.

They also serve as the Black Panther's personal bodyguards. Also known as Prince T'Challa the King of Wakanda and the eldest child of T'Chaka and Ramonda.

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She loved the thrill fighting gave her but before she returned back to her home Prince T’Challa suggested that she goes back with them because they wanted some new weapon ideas and he wanted her to be there when he was crowned king.

To which she agreed. She was going to come back even if she hadn’t to check out some of their technology.

When they landed back in Wakanda she was introduced to The Princess.

Possessing one of the most brilliant minds in the world. Princess Shuri, she also the chief science officer for Wakanda, a position she cherishes much more than her royal status.

“Hello I am y/fn Adam- ” You began quickly getting cut off making her stand with wide eyes.

“I know- I am sorry it is just that I am a huge fan. I have never met anyone made out of Vibranium this is so cool.” The Princess said quickly.

You smirked.

‘Praise kink is on 100’

“I am a big fan of you to. I heard about your Vibranium Gauntlets and theyare absolutely amazing.” You say in awe.

“What a cute little nerd moments they are having.” T’Challa said out loud earning a quick slap to the arm from his mother and a chuckle from Okoye.

You looked around the beautiful land as they spoke. “Could I show you some of my new inventions. I could use an smart persons opinion.” Shuri asked.

“Of course” You replied waving at the others while she held other hand leading you to her lab.

That is where it all started.

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#wakanda forever #shuri x black!reader #shuri imagines #shuri udaku x reader #shuri x y/n #shuri x black reader #shuri x black female reader #wakandans #tchalla x fem!reader #shuri udaku #king of wakanda

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anime-kia · 1 year

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Why?

I don't even know if I'm on a hiatus anymore, I've once again been inspired. This one was also recommended, not the story, but the reader being a child by DejiahnaeNorthcutt.

Warnings: A pinch of smut (obviously not between the reader and Erik) with a sprinkle of angst

This takes place after Erik has defeated T'Challa, and I'm not following the exact story line.

Relationship: King Erik x Child Reader

As an eight year old, you had the joy of exploring the vast and spacious palace. There were so many places to go an explore every single day. Queen Ramonda would scold you for being too noisy, or not acting in a cordial manner, but you were just a child.

She was not your biological mother, and in no way are you related to the royal family. They took you in three years ago, when your parents had been murdered by a man who went by the name, Klaue. Of course you were not present when it had happened, but you found their lifeless bodies on the floor once you got back inside from playing. T'Challa was on the scene immediately in his Black Panther form, comforting you as he was too late to capture Klaue. After taking you to the palace, T'Challa swore to protect you for the rest of your life.

You had plans to play with him as he had promised you yesterday.

~~~

"King T, where are you going?" You caught him just before he headed outside of the palace.

He knelt down to your level, "I have a challenge today."

"Really? And you're gonna win it, right!?" You placed your small hands onto his shoulders.

"Of course." Hearing your voice always made him smile.

"Then we can play once you get back!"

"Yes we can."

"Promise?" You held a pinky to his face.

"Promise." He wrapped his larger pinky around yours with a gentle squeeze.

"Good luck!" You wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly.

As you released, he patted your cornrowed braids. "See you soon." And with that, he took off, but you had noticed his usual stride was lacking some confidence.

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Today, the palace felt bitter and gloomy. But you being the innocent and naive eight year old that you were, it didn't phase you one bit. It was quiet, you had noticed, without Queen Ramonda calling you to eat breakfast or one of the royal siblings stealing something off of your plate. In fact, you hadn't eaten any breakfast at all and it was almost noon.

Breakfast could wait, it was playtime. You ran all the way to the throne room calling T'Challa's name expecting him to be ready for you. The doors were quite heavy for you to open, but once you got them open you jumped up and down calling his name.

"King T'Challa, you promised that we would play! Come on!" You dashed through the oddly crowded room, pushing and weaving through the legs of various members. "King T'Ch-"

All eyes were on you, including a set of very unfamiliar ones that occupied the throne with a smug look on his face.

"Who are you?" You questioned at the stranger sitting in T'Challa's spot.

He let out a laugh before answering, "I'm ya king." His foreign accent throwing you off.

"No you're not, King T'Challa is." Your expression had changed to a frown. "And he promised that he would play with me today."

He smiled at you, gold caps glistening off of his canines. "Is that right?"

"Yes, where is he?"

Before the stranger could answer you were grabbed by the collar of your dress, "Apologies my king, she is just an orphan. Please excuse her behaviour." It was Okoye who had stepped in, carrying you out of the room. "What do you think you're doing?" She asked with a hiss.

"I'm looking for King T'Challa, have you seen him?" But she didn't answer your question, ushering you away and telling you to go play outside.

The rest of the day, your mood was sour. Instead of playing, you sat in the fields, plucking the grass which eventually caused a bald spot. Queen Ramonda would have scolded you for it, but she hadn't been around. Shuri had not surfaced either, you checked her laboratory multiples of times, but she wasn't there.

How could T'Challa break a promise to you like that? When you found him, you were gonna beat him up for sure.

The sun had finally set, but you remained outside waiting for the King to return.

"Aye, Princess." That same man who was seated on the throne had noticed you sitting alone.

"My name is not princess, it's (y/n)." You told him, with your head resting on your knees.

"Aight, (y/n). Watchu doing out here by yourself?"

"I'm waiting on King T'Challa."

He chuckled, "Why?"

"Because I can."

"Oh, sassy I see." He said, smirking.

You looked at him briefly, then looked away. "He promised..."

The stranger sat beside you, "Sometimes adults make promises that they can't keep."

"Why?" You asked.

"Well... There's many reasons, to be honest."

"Was he lying to me?" You asked, staring at the side of his face. His teeth were clenched, you could tell.

"...Nah." His gaze was focused on the hazy orange sky.

Your short attention span had moved on, "Um, what's your name?"

"I go by a few. N'Jadaka, Erik or Killmonger. Your pick." He listed them off.

"Why so much?"

"Because, my pops named me N'Jakada, my mama named me Erik when I lived in America and I got Killmonger when I was in the navy."

"Why?"

"You ask too many question, little girl. Come on, it's getting cold." He got up from the ground and easily helped you up with one hand. "I think dinner's ready."

You were already liking this new guy.

It had been a week since T'Challa, Queen Mother, Shuri and Nakia's disappearance. Wherever they are, you just prayed that they were doing just fine. You felt hurt that they would leave without letting you know anything, you didn't even know how T'Challa's challenge went.

You were in your room, getting your hair redone by one of the palace maids.

"Hey, Kamala?" You began, looking at her through the full-length mirror.

"Hmm?" She didn't look up, too focused on your second last braid.

"Why haven't T'Challa and the others come back yet?"

She paused before meeting your gaze in the mirror with a sympathetic look. "You ask too many questions, (y/n). I told you, only five per session."

"But it's only my fourth one." You whined. And why does everyone keep telling you that?

"Ask something else, I get to choose what I want to answer."

"Fine. Why won't you answer that question?" You were sharp with your tongue.

"Because I don't want to." But she was even sharper. "You have one more question, ask wisely."

"Hmm..." You thought, but before you could answer, Erik had barged into the room with a smirk. You saw him approach Kamala from behind really close, his hands were too low for you to see where they were going as he whispered into her ear.

"Later." She whispered back, grinning from ear to ear.

You heard a slapping sound and she yanked your braid, pulling your head back. "Ouch!"

"Oh shoot, sorry baby girl." She soothed the tender spot with her fingers.

"Shit, princess you're here? I ain't even notice you."

"Hi, Killmonger. And I told you, my name is (y/n)! Not princess."

"Well as your king, imma call you whatever I want." He teased.

"But you're not my king, T'Challa is." Your arms folded against your chest.

His playful demeanour had changed, and you felt the rattail comb pop you in your head.

"Owww!" You held the throbbing spot.

"(Y/n), have respect for King N'Jakada." Kamala scolded.

"Nah, it's all good." His smile came back, "I'll see y'all later."

"Okay!" She answered cheerfully and you grumbled.

"...I have my last question."

"Shoot."

"Do you have a crush on Killmonger?"

The comb had popped you once again, and you hollered, holding the spot she had hit.

"Don't ask such childish questions, (y/n)."

"You're never doing my hair again!"

"What's that mask you're holding?" You asked Erik, who just got back from giving instructions to the Border Tribe's leader, W'Kabi.

"It's a ceremonial mask."

"Is it special? Did you make it? Who gave it to you?"

"Aye, slow down, princess." He set the mask down on a wooden table. "I was feeling it, so I rightfully took it. And no, I didn't make it."

"Then who did?"

He sighed, "I dunno, shorty."

You gasped, "Are you making fun of my height? Just because you're taller than me now doesn't mean I won't get taller than you later!"

He chuckled, of course American slang wasn't used in Wakanda. "It's just a nickname, like princess."

"Well I don't like it."

"Damn, that's too bad, shorty." He smirked, "But like I said before, imma call you whatever I want."

You charged at him, but he easily dodged you and laughed.

"We can play after, I got shit to do." He picked up the mask, and waved you goodbye, "See ya later, princess."

"Hey! Stop cursing and calling me princess! Ugh." You huffed and went into the kitchen to go bother the cooks. If you were lucky, they'd give you a cookie or two.

It was well past your bedtime that was given to you by the Queen Mother, but you couldn't fall asleep, weary of T'Challa's absence. He didn't even try contacting you through the kimoyo beads he gave to you.

Maybe Killmonger was still awake. So you snuck off to his sleeping quarters. The palace was very still and quiet, no one was around and there were no guards standing at his door. Surprisingly.

The times that you did try to sneak into his chambers to surprise attack him, either the guards sent you away or the door would be locked. This time, it remained unlocked, so you stealthily opened the door without a sound.

You were startled when you heard two familiar voices making lewd sounds and saying very inappropriate things that an eight year old should never hear. As you approached his king sized, your eyes doubled in size. You found Erik at the end of the bed, naked and Kamala on her back, naked as well. His body moved forward and hers followed the pace. Your scream startled the both of them.

"Oh my gosh!" Kamala screamed, and shielded her entire body with the covers.

"Holy fuck!" Erik quickly put his boxers back on. His body was covered in little keloids, but you were way too disgusted to even care about that.

"Oh my God, ewwww!!!!" You screamed, covering your eyes. "Yucky!!!!"

"How the hell you get in here?" He asked with laboured breaths.

Before he could get to you, you dashed out of the room with a highly disgusted scowl on your face. You hid yourself under the covers, trying to erase your mind of the horrors that you just witnessed.

"They were just playing, they were just playing, they were just playing..." You chanted to yourself continuously. A hand touched your covered back, surprising you. You pulled the blanket off of your head and looked at the owner of the hand, Kamala.

"Baby girl, I'm sorry you had to see that."

"That's so nasty!"

She rubbed your shoulder, without saying anything.

"You did the thing that mommies and daddies do. You're not a mommy and he's not a daddy!"

"You'll understand when your older, okay?"

"No, I don't want to understand! I'll never do that! Ever!" You hid your face back underneath the blankets and closed your eyes tight.

She sighed, tucking you in properly as your foot was dangling off the side of the bed. "Goodnight, (y/n)." She said, turning off the light.

You weren't upset, just highly grossed out. And you had every right to be, being the innocent eight year old that you were. Older Wakandan kids have spoken about it before, but you didn't really grasp an understanding of the concept or what it really was. Honestly, you didn't care to know about it either. It was just two naked people playing on a bed... At least that's all you got from it. But when you saw Erik and Kamala doing a little more than just playing, you understood it a little better. Not that you wanted to.

Another week had passed and still no sign of T'Challa, Shuri, Queen Ramonda or Nakia.

"Can we play today?" You asked Erik who was sitting comfortably on the throne while snacking on shuku shuku.

"I dunno, Princess. I'm kinda busy."

Your head tilted to the side as you stared at him, "Busy how? You're eating sweets while sitting on King T'Challa's throne!"

"How many times do I have to tell you, I'm the k-" He started coughing, choking actually.

You ran over to aid him, slapping his back as hard as you could.

He let out a hard cough, and a piece of the dessert that had lodged in his throat flew out. "Fuck." He cleared his throat. "Let me go get someone to clean this up, then we can go play."

You took a crumpled napkin out of your dress pocket, cleaning up for him, then throwing it out. "Let's go!" You cheered and ran out of the palace.

He smiled at your eagerness.

"So whatchu wanna play, princess?" He asked, staring at the local women walking by. They greeted him with curt bows as they made their way by.

"I wanna learn how to fight."

"Then why didn't you ask the Dora Milaje to teach you?"

You frowned at him, "Because, I want you to teach me. They're scary."

"Oh and I'm not?"

"No, you're nice."

He laughed at the irony. The world saw him as a monster, and here you are, an innocent little child calling a killer nice. It was ludicrous.

"We could've just done this in the training room." He stated.

You had taken him to a large park in the middle of the city. There were many people roaming about, Erik was on high alert too (the heart-shaped herb gave his senses a booster). He knew that being out in the public wasn't safe, but he wasn't afraid of anyone. Nothing could go wrong.

"But I like it out here. I get to see new things all the time, plus Queen Ramonda never let me go into the city by myself."

"I got a question for you though."

"Yeah?"

"How you gonna fight in a dress?" You pulled up your dress, and he turned away. "Yo, put your shit back down!"

"Look!"

"Nah, you wyling."

"Just look!"

"This girl got me fucked up." He mumbled to himself, sneaking a little peak.

"See, it has shorts under it!"

He sighed in relief. "Aye bruh, don't be doing shit like that."

"Why not?"

"You can't just lift your dress up to random dudes. Even if you got shorts built into it."

"But you're not a random dude, you're my friend."

He felt his heart pang. Erik was astonished at your innocence. Growing up, he had to become a man faster than majority of the kids on earth, losing both of his parents so young and all. His innocence was taken from him at a young age.

Erik couldn't get rid of you even if he tried, you were refreshing to him, and he really cared about you. Despite the shit he's been through during his time on the throne, you always managed to bring joy into his day. Regardless of your nonstop rounds of twenty questions or you still referring to T'Challa as the current king.

"Aight girl, let's fight." He suppressed his emotions by reminding you of the reason you two were out here in the first place.

"Right!" You got into a stance, a really bad one Erik would say. Your thumbs were tucked under your fingers into a fist, arms raised high up, leaving your stomach exposed and your feet were parallel, that was like asking someone to knock you onto the ground.

"What the hell is that?" He furrowed his eyebrows.

"I'm squaring up. That's what American's call it."

He started laughing, "That ain't squaring up." He walked over to you, fixing your hands and feet positions. "First of all, never tuck your thumbs, you can break em like that. Second, don't leave your stomach exposed. If you get punched or kicked in the gut, it's over. And last, don't stand with your feet side by side."

"Why not?" You began to ask, but in a smooth move, he knocked you backwards and before you could fall he caught you.

"That's why. Now show me the correct positions."

This time, you laid your thumbs overtop of your digits, your arms guarded your stomach and you had one foot back and the other in front.

"Good, good." He smiled, "But, when in doubt, just run away."

"What, I'll never run away!"

"So what if you was fighting someone like me?"

"I'd kick your ass!"

His eyebrows raised and he had a shocked expression. So you may have been hanging around him too long... "Princess, don't say that."

"Sorry. I'd beat you up!"

He chuckled, "Well I'd like to see you try one day." Erik sat back down and held his palms up to your level. "Punch the middle of my hands as hard as you can."

You recoiled your fists and started swinging, left and right into his hands, but he didn't even move.

"Come on, harder than that."

You could feel yourself already getting tired. "I am!" It didn't help that he was a hundred times your size.

"My hand should move back at least an inch."

You huffed and pulled your fist back as far as you could before aiming into his palm.

"Aye, whoa, whoa!" He grabbed your wrist quickly, "This ain't anime, you bout to break your damn hand like that."

"What did I do wrong now?" You whined with a pout.

"You left yourself open again, your opponent could easily kick you in the stomach or some shit." He got up from his seat, "Look, watch how I lead in to my throwing arm."

You watched as his large arms demonstrated in slow motion. Even though he was probably only putting in two percent, he still looked strong.

"Now you show me."

So you did just as he did, slow then fast, alternating arms. "How's that?"

"It's a good start. You can do some reps into my pa-" The kimoyo beads on his wrist suddenly lit up, Okoye's holographic form appeared.

"My king, I have very important news for you." She said.

"Keep practicing. When I'm back, you better be stronger than me." He smirked and you sarcastically laughed. "Aight, wussup?" He walked off, not too far from you, but far enough so you couldn't listen in on their conversation.

You did exactly what he did, making sure to follow whatever he had taught you. Just recently, you had noticed how quickly the time was changing. Fewer people were in the park, and many shops were closed by now.

You were getting bored of throwing punches at the air and Erik was taking forever with his call. You sat in the grass, playing with the hem of your dress until a squirrel ran by your foot.

"Hey, come back!" You aimlessly chased after the brown rodent. It bobbed and weaved through the trees and bushes until there was no more. Your feet were back on concrete... Uh oh.

You were lost, not paying attention at all. Nothing looked familiar and the park was so vast and you were so small. There was no way you'd find your way back to the location Erik was at.

"So, you're with that new king?" A man with an unusual looking scar on his cheek asked you.

"Well he's not a king, but his name is Erik. I like to call him Killmonger though." You timidly answered.

The two other men by his side laughed.

"Is he your friend?"

"Yes! He's teaching me how to fight."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah!"

"Well where is he now?"

"He's speaking to the scary general of the Dora Milaje. She had something important to tell him."

"So he left you all alone?"

"Not really."

"Of course he did, look you're all by yourself now."

"Well then I gotta get back and look for him. It's almost dinner time." You began walking away, only to be grabbed by the stranger. "Hey, st-" Your mouth was covered by his crusty hands.

"Yo! Princess, where the hell did you go?" You could hear Erik calling out.

"Mmmh!" You tried to scream, but he pressed his hand tighter against your mouth.

"Say anything else and we'll slice your throat." They all had daggers in their hands. He took the dagger and drew a small X on the back of your hand. Your eyes widened at the pain, as the blood drained out of your hand.

But Erik heard your muffled call for help, along with the smell of blood. He would thank the heart-shaped herb later, but for now he followed it, leading into the alleyway.

"Aight (y/n), I never said we was playing hide and seek. Come out now, we gotta go back." He stared at you and the three men. Your blood was now staining your dress and some dripping onto the floor along with your tears. "What the fuck is this?"

"Look." The man held your face up to face at Erik, who was looking insane at the moment. "There's your friend."

"Let her go." Erik had taken a step forward, but was stopped once the man held his knife to your neck. He's been in this scenario before, but the ending was not pretty for the hostage or the hostage-taker.

"Ah, ah, ah. You take another step and her head is gone."

Erik clenched his fists together, "She's a kid. What the fuck do you want from her?"

"We don't want anything from her. We want you to give us money." The meatier one said.

"Bruh, y'all the most cliché thugs ever." Erik face palmed, "I don't got time for this, man."

The knife began to cut your neck and you whimpered, Erik could feel his anger bubbling very high. He didn't want to do anything in front of you, but if it was to save you, he'd go to any extremes.

"Cliché, but very fucking serious."

All Erik could think of was; when did Wakandan's start using western swear words? Then he started to laugh, "I ain't giving you clowns shit. So give the girl back, and y'all can keep your lives."

Now the men laughed, and the tall one said, "There's three of us and one of you."

A smirk grew across Erik's lips, "Y'all must not know who I am then." The necklace started to cover his body into his Black Panther suit and then men stared in awe. "So? I ain't about to ask you again, give me the girl and we can be on our merry ways."

The man shook his head, digging the knife deeper into your neck, drawing blood. "No. We do not care who you are, you're not even the real Black Panther."

"Oh?" And in the blink of an eye, you had traded places with Erik. He was up front, towering over your kidnapper. "Get out of here, princess."

"I don't wanna leave you." Your tears slightly blurred your vision.

"I'll be right behind you." His voice was oddly calm. "Go!"

You took off, not knowing exactly where to run, but you knew you wanted to get as far away from there as possible.

"Get her! I'll take him." The leader yelled at the other two.

Before the men could take off, Erik had kicked the fatter one in his chest, sending him flying backwards into the tall one. They crashed into the wall, denting it in the process.

"Fuck you thought this was?" He frowned behind the mask.

The leader pulled out a pistol. Now how did he get ahold of that?

"Your time is up, give us the money. Now!"

Erik stepped closer and closer, "Or what?"

BANG!

You jumped as you heard the loud sound go off. It was very silent, eerie too. You ran as fast as your little legs could take you, until you had to stop to catch your breath.

"Don't stop now." Erik's voice had startled you, causing your breathing to pick up once again. "Here, hop on my back."

You climbed on as he bent down. You were exhausted, but you were never too tired to ask questions. "Hey, Killmonger?" You began, as you rested your head onto his back.

"Yeah?"

"Did you do it?"

"What?"

"Did you kill them?"

"Princess, no more questions for today, aight?"

"...Okay."

That night, you saw Erik give himself three more scars.

A few months had gone by and Wakanda was looking different. You were alone, outside by the patch you had picked a while ago. It had already grown in, but was trimmed down with the rest of the lawn this morning. You were really missing T'Challa and the others, it made you question if he was ever going to come back for you.

"Yo, princess. Why you out here alone again?" He took a seat beside you.

"Can I ask you a few things, Killmonger?"

"If I say no you're still gonna ask me anyway."

"What happened to your mama and baba?"

"My mom was locked up, pops was killed by his own people when I was your age."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why was she locked up?"

"I dunno, I was too young to remember."

"Then what about your baba?"

Erik took a long pause before answering, "Because, they ain't see eye to eye with what he wanted for our people."

The look in your eyes could tell him you were confused.

"There's about two billion people in the world that looks just like us. But their lives are a lot harder. My pops wanted to liberate them all from the oppressors."

You listened carefully as he went on about systemic oppression, colonization and living out his father's legacy. It was a lot to take in and you were very surprised that your short attention span allowed you to listen to all of what he had told you.

"What are your scars for?"

"You sure you wanna know?" He stared at you directly in the eyes.

"Yes."

"Each one is for a kill..."

"Like a human being?"

He simply nodded, afraid that you would be scared of him.

You were too drained to even care at the moment, still you asked, "Why?"

"I did it to get to where I'm at right now."

You paused, reflecting on his choice of words...

"Can I tell you something now?" You pulled your knees into your chest and rested your chin atop.

"Of course."

"My mama and baba were killed by a man named Klaue."

Erik chuckled, "And do you know what happened to him?"

You shook your head. Erik lifted his arm, showing off a keloid mark on his wrist.

"You killed him?"

"Yep." He sighed.

You hugged your arms around your knees, "...Can I tell you one more thing?"

"Yeah."

"Remember when I asked you to teach me how to fight?"

"What about it?"

"I didn't care to learn how to fight at first because King T'Challa promised to protect me for the rest of his life..."

Erik stared at you intently, not saying anything. The wind blew silent and the night grew colder.

"I knew that promise was broken when I saw you sitting on his throne." You said, muffled into your knees, but Erik heard every word. "And I dreamed about it... The day he would come back and play with me."

When I tell you, I have no idea why all my stories end off so sadly...Whew, and no part 2 for this. Thanks for reading!

(Start/Finish: November 12-13, 2018)

#killmonger fic #killmonger x reader #black reader

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killmongerskeeper · 1 year

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Our Future // The Wedding // Shuri

Summary: Part 2 of Our Future

Pairing: Shuri x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff // Cute shit // I tried to stray away from the traditional american wedding // I love her so much // Angst if you squint // Mentioned Character Death //

Word Count: 2.8k

Author's Note: As promised here is Part 2! Yall I had fun with this one, cried a little but I hope yall enjoy it.

The time had come. Quicker than you expected. Today was the day. You could only wish T’Challa and Ramonda were here to witness your union. But as your people say, death is not the end. They are here with you and Shuri. Your stomach fluttered as you sat in front of the mirror. One of your friends stood behind you, hair in the process of being braided while waiting for Nakia to bring the dress. You were prepared to become Shuri's wife. As she was prepared to have you as such. Your face was decorated with white dots adorning your cheeks and nose. Some that mimicked Shuri's panther mantle. Your fingers are decorated with gold jewelry plus the ring Shuri proposed with. You stared at your reflection with a smile on your glossed lips as old memories flooded your thoughts. Your mind wandered back to when the late Queen Ramonda had joked that you two would end up marrying each other.

// Flashback //

"That is not correct and you know it. The sequence is so easy even my brother could do it." She sighed as you stood with crossed arms. She was getting real snappy ever since you told her you had to stay in the states for a couple of days.

"You can be upset all you want princess but do not disrespect my intelligence. I am just as smart as you and deserve to be treated as such." You sneered as you sat the documents on the table. Shuri paused her tantrum and shook her head as she went back to her work. "T'Challa needed my assistance on this trip. Shuri I'm coming back. If you're going to miss me just say that." Your smirk grew as she turned to you with a stunned expression.

"I will not. I have too much to do anyway to notice you're gone." She started walking to another table. You silently followed before throwing your arm over her shoulders. "You don't seem like you won't notice." She shrugged your arm off with a forced frown on her face. "You're so full of yourself." You took the opportunity to leave the lab with a grin before her voice stopped you. "Call everyday to check in." You smiled at her back but went on to your room, meeting the Queen in the hall. She had Okoye by her side and you politely waved.

"The two of them bicker like a married couple." Okoye grinned as the Queen tried to hide her snickers.

"It's just Shuri being thick headed. Sometimes you can't get a single word through that brain of hers."

"It's her way of caring about you. Which she does quite a lot. I wouldn't mind having you part of the family one day." She smiled and you felt your cheeks burn.

"Oh you humble me queen mother. Me and Shuri? I don't know how that would work." You let your arms cover your body as the thought crossed your mind. Shuri wouldn't want to be with you that way…..Right?

"If these walls could talk child. They'd have a mouthful to say about you two." She grinned as she tapped your shoulder before heading to the lab. Probably to speak with Shuri about the trip. You and Shuri. Ha. That's a thought.

// End of Flashback //

You were pulled out of your thoughts as your favorite Jabari girls rushed in the room to see you. You smiled down at the three as they had matching hairstyles and dresses. "Well aren't you three looking beautiful as ever. Your father actually let you out of his sight?" You let out a laugh as M'Juba shrugged her shoulders.

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him. I promised to be the responsible older sister and watch them." She said as Amdeh crawled into your lap. "When will it start? I'm sure Shuri would love to see you."

"She can't see me until the ceremony. We'll walk in together." You told the girl as Amdeh watched the last of your hair get braided.

"Move over Amdeh. I want to see it as well!" Asha whined and you felt a smile form on your lips. Thinking back to certain conversations you shared with your love.

"How do you feel about children?" The memory was fresh as you only had it some days ago. "When the time is right. I wouldn't mind."

"When will we have kids of our own?" This was the first time she asked you this. You weren't scared or worried. You would like to have children with her. Your Shuri.

"Whenever you can find us a place to make it possible."

"Are we going to be the cool aunties who buy everything when their parents say no?" Your shoulders shook as laughter rocked your body. "Considering how many times you've told Toussaint not to tell his mother whenever you gave him something she said no to. You're already there my love."

A soft knock caught your attention and the four of you looked up to see Nakia with a genuine smile. "It's time for your dress." You gently moved Amdeh out of your lap before standing up to approach Nakia. "Would you mind helping me?" She held a bright smile before hanging the dress on the hook. You took a long look at the white dress with gold jewels decorating the torso and neckline. Nakia unzipped the dress as you stepped in to allow her to pull it up your body. She moved to zip up the back and found your gaze in the mirror. Placing the clips in your hair to pull the look together you felt yourself smile. You looked and felt beautiful.

"You're so pretty Y/N!" M'Juba beamed and you smiled at her as her sisters nodded in agreement.

"You look beautiful, sister." Nakia smiled trying not to cry. Nakia had always been supportive of you and your relationship. She helped you to process your feelings for the princess when you were figuring out if you liked her or not. She taught you how to grow your own vegetables and would come visit with Toussaint. Her hand rested on your shoulder and you squeezed her hand. Suddenly feeling grateful for everything she's done. "Thank you." You promised yourself you wouldn't cry so when she saw your eyes water she pulled you into a hug. "Come now. No time for tears. It's time."

You turned to the girls with a wide smile. "Go on you three. You have to take your place next to your father." They all hugged your legs before Nakia ushered them to the aisle. Toussaint walked in with a grin before holding his arm out. "Ready to escort me?"

"I sure am auntie." He said with a light giggle and you fanned yourself before grabbing hold of him. Nakia returned with a grin as she turned the veil over your face. Everyone present at the ceremony will lay eyes on you after Shuri does. You'll meet her at the entrance and become her wife. Her wife. Shuri Udaku's wife. You let out the breath you didn't know you were holding as she came into view. Her back was to you, but you could still tell how beautiful she looked. She wore her own white dress with gold accents and accessories. You and Toussaint exchanged knowing looks before he left you to go hug his auntie. With his presence she knew you were behind her. He walked hand in hand with his mother into the ceremony as you gently tapped Shuri's shoulder. She slowly turned with her eyes to the floor. Her gaze slowly took in every thread and jewel adorning your figure. As if saving this image in her mind.

"My love. You look astonishing." She told you in a low voice. The same tone she would use when she was speechless. Her curls in her face with the sides and back cleanly shaven. Her own features are painted just as yours. She was breathtaking. "I could say the same to you. Gorgeous my dearest." She held out her hand for you to take and you intertwined your fingers, watching intensively as she brought your hand to her lips. You could melt right then and there.

"Let's go." You both turned to face the door as it opened, revealing you to the tribes. The music thumping and cheering crowds couldn't get louder than the sound of your heart beating through your ears. When the two of you reached the altar you couldn't help but feel amazed. The altar was littered with heart shaped herbs, their glowing purple hue made the sight even more beautiful. Your eyes scanned the people surrounding you before your eyes found hers. Everything had gone silent for just a second and it felt like no one else was there. Just you and Shuri at this moment.

"Usana. I've been waiting for this moment for as long as I can remember. You've always been my other half even when we fought. No matter what, just as I protect my country, I will protect you with my life." She brought her hands up to push the veil off your face. "If you'll allow me to do so, sthandwa." She leaned her forehead to rest against yours and you gave a nod, soaking in the feeling of her warmth.

"As long as you allow me to fight for you as well. Every protector needs someone to have their backs. And I will dedicate myself to do so. I love you too much." You keep it short as there's a later time after the ceremony for both of you to pour out your hearts to the other

"Umfazi wam."

She lifted your chin before her lips met yours in a soft kiss and M'Baku was the first to jump up with a shout. You pulled back from the kiss. "Mayafa!" The three girls grunted in response as the other tribes began to dance in celebration. Shuri pecked your lips once more while everyone danced and shouted.

"If only my mother and brother were here to see this."

"They are. And if your mother was physically here she'd say "I told you so." You smiled as she laughed at the thought with a wide grin.

"You're right." Her lip was between her teeth. Something she did when she thought long and hard. "I have something for you. Come. We'll be right back." She led you to the herb garden when she stood with a thin black box.

"Shuri-"

"I know we said no gifts but I thought of this and I couldn't let the opportunity slip from me. Have I ever told you how you remind me of the heart shaped herb?" She questioned and you frowned in confusion. She took your silence to continue. "The herb is used to give us the strength we need to protect this country and its people. When you said yes to marrying me, it gave me a new found strength. One that I'll cherish for the rest of my life. Whether we make it to the end or Bast forbid anything splits us apart, I want you to have this." She opened the box to reveal a heart shaped necklace. The purple shimmer caught your eye and you found your partner's gaze.

"This is-"

"Yes. I infused one of the herbs and vibranium to create it." You shivered as the cold metal came in contact with your skin as she connected it behind your neck. Your hand held the silver piece before you felt her lips on your shoulder. "Our future starts now Mrs. Udaku." You turned in her arms before crashing your lips into hers. Your finger tangled in her curls as her hands held onto your waist. The hungry kiss became more slow and sensual before you pulled away to catch a breath. You scanned her face before resting your foreheads together.

"Not yet. I um, have something for you as well." It was your turn to lead her as you walked to your shared bedroom. Walking around to the nightstand on your side of the bed you pulled two small picture frames from the draw and handed them to her. "These were written to you from your brother and mother. Apparently they both had the gift of seeing into the future and wanted you to have them on our wedding day." You told her with a smile and Shuri felt as if she was floating. Her family left letters for her? On her wedding day? "I can leave so you can read them if you'd like."

"No. Stay with me. Please." You knew this would be a sensitive situation for her. But she deserves them. The least you can do is honor her family's wishes. She started with her mother's first. You sat next to her on the bed with your hand on her back, offering comfort.

~~~~

To my sweet Shuri,

If you are reading this, then my hunch was correct. You and Y/N have finally admitted to yourselves that the two of you are soulmates. Your father and I have thought about this day more times than you think. Y/N has always been and always will be family. Marriage is not easy. There will be ups and downs. There will be arguments. There will be tears. But the two of you together will overcome any obstacle thrown your way. I am so proud of you, my child. You have always shown that you can do just fine on your own. And now with Y/N by your side, I know you will go above and beyond that. Love and cherish each other. Put each other first. Never be afraid to show others who you are.

Your mother, Ramonda

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By the end Shuri had tears rolling down her cheeks but a smile graced her features. Her eyes were closed and you rubbed small circles on her back. "Do you need a break?" She shook her head no before moving onto her brother's letter.

~~~~

Shuri,

You finally did it sister? You asked Y/N to be your forever person? You make your older brother proud. Because if you didn't then why are you reading this? I know you have questions. Questions I don't quite have all the answers to. I don't have much time left and I have accepted that. I know you'll try your hardest to save me. Unfortunately it may not go the way you want it, but if the ancestors allow, I'll forever be with you and our mother. And Nakia. And Toussaint. I'm sure by now you've met my son. I don't want you blaming yourself for what awaits us. I want you to live on, knowing that you have a wonderful partner by your side. I couldn't see you married to anyone else unless it's one of your computers or creations. I asked Y/N to show you this whenever the two of you take the next step in your lives. While I won't know what's in store for Wakanda, I strongly believe that you will be a great protector. And an even better Black Panther. Not just for our country but for our people. For Y/N. Do not leave behind your love the way I will. I dread the day but it is inevitable for me from here. Y/N will make a great wife. A great queen. Love her. Cherish her. Hold onto her. I believe you will do nothing short of that. Remember death is not the end for us. I'll always be with you.

T'Challa

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Shuri finally broke and leaned her head into your neck as you held her. "I'm here usana. I'm here. It's okay." You whispered words of reassurance as you rubbed her back, letting her sobs rock her body. The letters being exactly what she needed from her family since they aren't here to celebrate with her. When she calmed down a little you lifted her chin so she could look at you. You wiped her tears away with your thumbs before kissing her forehead. "They wrote those letters to you because they loved you. Wanted you to wait to read them because they believed that on this day you would be content. Happy. I can't speak for your brother but he wanted you to be happy. Even after his passing."

"I am happy. More happy than I've ever been. You've been holding onto these the entire time?" She held the picture frames in her lap and you nodded.

"You're not the only one who can keep a good secret." You smiled and she hugged your body tight. "Now our future starts." She smiled down at you staring as if you were the most precious thing in the world. In her world you were just that. "Come on. Let's head back before people start to notice we're gone." You wiped her face with a tissue and you giggled as she let you do your thing. "People being Toussaint and the girls. Nothing slips past those young ones."

#shuri x reader #shuri x you #black panther shuri #black panther imagines #poc reader #shuri black panther #shuri udaku #wakanda forever #queen shuri #princess shuri #shuri x fem!reader #shuri x black!reader

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paisholotus · 1 year

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Hard Times

T'challa x black fem reader

Summary: T’Challa’s wife is dealing with the after effects of having a baby.

Warnings: Postpartum Depression, Strong Language, Mentions Of Suicidal Thoughts

Translations: Sthandwa (My Love) Intombazana yomntwana ( Baby Girl) Uthando lwam (Beloved) Ukumkanikazi wam ( My Queen) Ndiyakuthanda ( I Love You) Ndiyakuthanda, nawe ( Love You, Too) Nobabini ( Both Of You)

❗DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED❗

Requested By: @bluesapphire2

A/N: This MF Long. But I hope you like it fren. And I hope y'all like it

3rd Pov

It’s the most glorifying day for the kingdom of Wakanda. A new heir has been born.

Princess Lesedi Udaku came into the world. Her name meaning “Ray Of Light”, she gave that to her family and everyone who knew about her.

Except for the most important person. Her mother. Who couldn't seem to have any light in her eyes, when she looked at her daughter.

The King T’Challa fawned over his daughter even more since she was born. She was a perfect mix of him and his wife, having both of your features. T’Challa’s high cheekbones, your smooth coco brown skin, his tight curls, and your big beautiful brown eyes. She was beyond the words perfect, she was everything he could have imagined. T'challa thanks Bast every day, for bringing his beloved Intombazana yomntwana into the world.

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Y/N Pov

I looked at her and felt nothing but emptiness. I couldn’t help the blank expression on my face when I held her close to my chest, holding her skin to skin. It’s not that i didn’t love her. How could i not love her? SHE'S FUCKING MINE, FOR BAST SAKE! Shit, I begged for her. I spent 9 months caring and nurturing her, but why did i feel nothing when she looked at me? I felt absolutely nothing, and it was gut wrenching. I waited and prayed for my child, and she's gets here and I couldn't feel nothing. What is wrong with me?

T’Challa, being the observant husband he was, noticed the joy i had during my pregnancy disappeared once our child actually came. His face held concern every time he looked at me. I would hear him ask his mother Ramonda, about what was wrong with me, and she simply replied with: “My son, she spent 12 hours in labor trying to give birth to your daughter. She is exhausted, mentally and physically. Give her time, she'll be fine and back to herself in no time."

It's been two weeks, i had multiple mood swings. I was irritable, and having thoughts about my baby that i shouldn't be having. And it scared the hell out of me, because Bast knows i would never hurt my baby. I didn't have the strength to be around my little girl, but I was constantly sad because i wasn’t around her.

What added to my stress was me not producing enough milk as much as i wanted to. I already felt like i didn't bond with her, but now I couldn't do the SIMPLEST THING which is feed my baby. I slowly felt myself getting more and more depressed. I started thinking what good is it for me to be here, if I couldn't feel any love for my child. I truly felt broken.

T'challa walked into the room as I paced back and forth beside the bed. “Why am I feeling this way, T’Challa?!” i questioned him angrily as hot tears ran down my cheeks.

He looked like he didn't know what to say, but walked towards me. “I-I do- I do not know, my love, but it'll get better. You know I'm always here for you." He said, reaching out for me.

I glared at him backing away taking in a ragged breathe. I angrily placed my hands on the sides of my head, and let out a choked sob. I looked back at him, his eyes glossy and a frown on his face. And it made me Angry! Not because of him, because of the stress and worry I was putting him through. It just seemed like I couldn't do ANYTING FUCKING RIGHT!

“Get out, T’Challa.” i turned my back away from him, so he wouldn't see me crying, and walked towards the bed, to get in the covers. When he attempted to grab me, i pushed him away.

“I SAID FUCKING LEAVE!” He slowly backed away, and began walking out of the room. I got in the bed and pulled the covers over my head, and began sobbing. What is happening to me?

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T’Challa’s Pov

I went to the doctor monitoring Y/N and Lesedi. The doctor informed me that it was common for her to be extremely sad, which occurs in a lot of women after giving birth.

“The Queen is suffering from postpartum depression, my king.” he told me. I looked at him confused.

“I've never heard of this....depression.” i was genuinely confused. I did not know she was depressed. How could i not see this? I just want to understand why.

“How is she depressed? She gave birth to the child we begged Bast for? I don't understand why she isn't happy. I said, looking at the doctor who gave me a sympathetic look.

“It’s not that she is not happy, T'challa. Her hormones, her worries, the stress of dealing with a newborn, can all bring upon this depression.” he said. He went to grab his clip board and started naming all the symptoms of Postpartum Depression.

anger

anxiety

guilt

hopelessness

loss of interest or pleasure in activities

mood swings

panic attacks

I folded my arms and frowned at each symptom he named. My Love was going through all this this?

Uncontrollable crying

irritability

restlessness

fatigue or loss of appetite

depression or fear

The thought of Y/N feeling like this, and trying to deal with it by herself hurt me. I felt tears brim my eyes but I quickly held my composure. I needed to be strong for Y/N, and to make sure she knew I was here for her.

I now had a better understanding, and thanked him, taking my leave to check on Y/N. I don't know what's going on with my Uthando lwam, but I will not stop until I figure it out.

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3rd Pov

T'challa walked in the room to see you in the bedroom again curled up in a ball. You were in bed with a pained look on your face. Y/N saw his face, and looked like she wanted to cry even more. This wasn’t only hurting you, it was hurting him too. It was hurting the baby. He got into bed and after a few moments of silence, he spoke.

"I need you to tell me what's going on with you, Sthandwa."

Y/N sighed deeply, shaking her head and turning away from him.

“You won’t understand, T’Challa.”He turned your body back towards him and stared into your eyes. “You’re not letting me understand. We are one, Ukumkanikazi wam. You can't keep shutting me out. I need you, our daughter needs you." He said, softly.

"She deserves a mother that’s happy to be around her and I’m not. I feel EMPTY! And I don’t understand because those 9 months I spent with her in my STOMACH, I felt so close to her but now she’s actually here and I don't feel ANYTHING! LIKE WHAT IS THE POINT?! I CAN'T FEED HER RIGHT! EVERY TIME I TRY TO HOLD HER SHE CRIES! AND IT'S MY FAULT BECAUSE WE DON'T HAVE A BOND! I just feel like she'll be better off without me." She said, As tears streamed down her face.

He grabbed your face. “D-Do...... Do not say that! You are everything to me and you are everything to her. Do not say you are nothing! AND SHE WOULDN'T BE BETTER OFF! AND NEITHER WOULD I! WE NEED YOU! this WORLD and this COUNTRY NEEDS YOU! Do you understand?" Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, and cried into his shoulder and slowly nodded.

T'challa rubbed her back soothingly and kissed the side of her head, and turned her head so she could look at him. "I need you. Our daughter needs you. This kingdom needs you. You have to believe me when I say you are needed.”

After a hour of them comforting each other, T'challa got an idea, and kissed Y/N's head saying he'll be right back. Y/N sat up against the headboard and watched her husband walk out. Y/N sat in thought and tried to think positive, her and T'challa was going to make it through this, she'll just have to keep fighting.

T'challa walked in carrying Lesedi as she dranked from her baby bottle. T'challa got In bed beside his Queen, and slowly handed Lesedi to Y/N. She carefully took her and stared into her big brown eyes. Lesedi stared at her mama and reached her little chubby arm up and placed her hand on her mama's cheek, smiling letting out a gurgling noise.

Suddenly, it all hit her. A rush of happiness, joy, and love came barreling into Y/N, tears streaming down her face, as she started laughing. Y/N prepped many kisses on her daughters face. This is your daughter. This is yours. All yours. You knew you loved her with every fiber of your being, but now you finally felt it, and it was the most indescribable feeling you ever felt in your life.

T'challa looked at his wife with tears in his own eyes, and scooted over wrapping his arm around her back, and kissed her cheek.

"Ndiyakuthanda." He whispered to her. She turned to look at him with the biggest smile he's seen in a long time. "Ndiyakuthanda, nawe." And kissed his lips, pulling away and looking back at her daughter. "Nobabini"

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the-reality-stone · 5 months

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Masterlist

A little info for some general things first before the list of characters.

I mostly will do gender neutral or male readers (trans and cis) but I will do a female reader if it's something someone requested. Not every fanfic will be romantic, some will be platonic or can be seen as platonic, some will be a child reader.

You will not have to worry about me making up what you look like as the reader because I've always found that stupid and sometimes even insulting so any things like color of eyes, hair, skin, etc, will not be listed by me and can be whatever you're brain does.

I will also not be doing smut fics because there's already a lot of smut fics for this fandom, let's get some more fluff and angst in here.

Anyways, here are your options;

Bruce Banner

Bucky Barnes

Clint Barton

Hope Van Dyne

Kate Bishop

Loki Laufeyson

Matt Murdock

Monica Rambeau

Natasha Romanoff

Peter Parker

Pietro Maximoff

Sam Wilson

Scott Lang

Shang-Chi

Shuri

Stephen Strange

Steve Rogers

T'Challa

Thor Odinson

Tony Stark

Valkyrie

Vision

Wanda Maximoff

There are two characters I'll add on here BUT with a few rules.

Carol Danvers; She is a canon lesbian so I will only be writing her fics with female readers and if I see anyone asking for a Carol x Male Reader, you will be blocked from my account.

Yelena Belova; She is a canon aroace character, meaning she has absolutely no desire in dating or intimacy so all her fics with reader will be platonic, and if I see anyone ask for anything romantic, blocked.

Alright, that's pretty much it but feel free to ask away with the info I've given you.

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krypticcafe · 9 months

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I specialize in masc, amab, dominant, and particularly gender neutral readers, but I'm open to all types.

Readers are automatically written gender-neutral unless requested otherwise.

I do character/reader and occasionally character/character fanfics.

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Alex Keller

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Nikto

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Keegan P. Russ

Logan Walker

David "Hesh" Walker

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Ghostface (films)

Danny Johnson/Jed Olsen/DBD!Ghostface

Jason Voorhees

Harry Warden

Michael Myers (films, DBD)

Pyramid Head (games, DBD)

Bubba Sawyer (films, DBD)

Thomas Hewitt

Brahms Heelshire

Trapper/Evan MacMillan

Anna/Huntress

Wraith/Philip Ojomo

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Ji-Woon Hak/Trickster

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Cassian Andor

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Stormtroopers

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Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

T'Challa/Black Panther

Peter Quill/Star-Lord

Gamora

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Nebula

Steven Grant/Marc Spector/Jake Lockley/Moon Knight

Matt Murdock/Daredevil

Wade Wilson/Deadpool

Eddie Brock/Venom

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Masky/Tim Wright

Hoodie/Brian Thomas

Jane the Killer

Eyeless Jack

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axailslink · 1 year

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Mama why you got tiger stripes?

Shuri Udaku x Dora Milaje reader

Summary: You and Shuri have adopted a kid (Imani) who gets more curious by the day today he asks you about your "tiger" scars which leads to a conversation which opens some emotional scars unexpectedly with Shuri.

A/n: I guess this goes along with my Dora Milaje reader fics. (Since they're all kind of connected.)

Snippet from the fic: "He looks away as if he's going through his thoughts selecting the conversation before nodding "yes and mama said she thought you were a bad ass but you didn't want to hurt her so you held back." "

Being a Dora Milaje you are covered in scars from head to toe but your favorite and most noticeable ones are your "tiger stripes mama why do you have tiger stripes?" You glance at your arms then back at your child who's still awaiting an answer. "They're not tiger stripes your mother calls them panther scars she...when we were fighting she clawed me." The child gasps and looks at the picture of Shuri on the dining room table "mama hurt you?" You laugh and shake your head "yes bu-" "mama hurt you!?" You gently grab your son's hand "what have I told you about interrupting me when I speak Imani?" He purses his lips and nods "sorry mama" you nod "you're fine however remember when I told you how me and mama met?" He looks away as if he's going through his thoughts selecting the conversation before nodding "yes and mama said she thought you were a bad ass but you didn't want to hurt her so you held back." You raise your brow at his choice of words "mama said it" you smile and brush it off "well mama was just titled Black panther and queen at the time while I was titled the best hand to hand combat fighter in the Dora. Okoye... You remember auntie Okoye?" He nods "yes she's strong and super bad-sorry" you shake your head "well...Okoye thought that I needed some sort of reminder that I was reckless and I had a reckless way of thinking." You remember you're talking to a child rephrasing your words "she decided that since I thought I was grown and could go off plan that she'd leave me with the busy work training your mama." Imani smiles and nods "how was she?"

"Your mother was something else she was intimidating but I loved that she challenged me and did not hold back that's how I got these marks you see?" You show him your arms before lifting your shirt and showing him your tummy and waist. "Mama did you bad. Did she mean to hurt you?" How should you explain to a child that training is all about being hurt and learning from it. "Every scar is a lesson the ones on my arm remind me not to underestimate anyone your mother did mean to hurt me but only in training." He nods but curse him for having his mother's way of thinking "the scars on your tummy and waist they're fresher... Do you both still train?" You think back to how you got "those" scars because you weren't fighting when that happened. Your face immediately goes warm with the thoughts after your first date and how the night ended. If saved by the bell was a person it is Shuri as she walks into the home and immediately picks you up kissing all over your face with her keys and bag still in hand. "I thought you had queenly duties to attend to" she smiles "I finished for now but you know the job is never done." You nod "your son wants to know about our scars" Imani nods and Shuri smiles "okay like what scars?" Imani glances at you as he says "well mama Y/n has black panther scars all over her body do you have any scars?" Shuri nods slowly.

"Yes, would you like to know my favorite?" Imani nods eagerly but Shuri points to the middle of her forehead where her skin has this small almost unnoticeable dip "that scar kind of sucks mama" Shuri scoffs and laughs "your uncle would say different I got this when me and T'Challa were kids we were... Hectic never sat still for a minute our mother-" "mother Ramonda" Shuri nods and continues "yes our mother told us many times this day to stop running around be still we did not listen I ran until I hit my head against our wooden table it cut a gash through my forehead." Imani becomes more engrossed in the story but pats her leg "hold on" Imani runs out of the room leaving the both of you with blank looks on your faces he returns with a bag of chips and juice "continue" Shuri can't help but laugh at how much she reminds him of you even though you aren't really related. But what do relations have to do with family love? You sit on her lap and listen to the story too.

"C'mon mama continue" Shuri smiles as you sit on her lap "my mother was pissed like the little cartoon fuming at the ears pissed. She grabbed me by my ear and did the same to T'Challa because he was older and as she'd say "should have known better. T'Challa took the blame saying it had nothing to do with me that he pushed me into the table which wasn't true. Mother knew this of course but she admired that he would lie for me when it wasn't something T'Challa did not even as a kid." Imani smiles. "wow uncle T'Challa seems kind of cool I wish I could have met him" you can see Shuri get teary eyed for a moment "I..." Shuri gasps as she gently taps your thigh causing you to get up and she gently pushes past you and walks into your shared bedroom. "What's wrong with mama?" You and Shuri don't believe in sugar coating anything for him so you tell him "your mother never really took his death well whenever she thinks about it she can only imagine how upset he would have been if he had known just how much she spiraled out of control." Imani nods "I want to make her feel better" you nod "me too what do you think we should do?" Imani hums "I could give her some of my chips and we could give her cuddles they always make me happy." You smile at his innocence and nod.

You both approach you and Shuri's bedroom to see her laying in bed you can hear her sniffling as you open the door. She quickly sits up and wipes her face but Imani is quick to climb the bed and come up to hug her "I'm sorry mama you want a chip?" Shuri smiles and nods. "Sure Imani give me a chip" you can see her eyes tearing up more as she looks at Imani "you would have loved to meet him he was pretty cool." Imani smiles "yeah but my mama is pretty cool too can you not cry anymore? It makes me sad?" Shuri nods "yeah I'm done crying." You climb in bed behind her "good because we both know that death is not the end." She nods as you slip your arms around them both. Right." She mumbles into your neck.

A/n: didn't look over this and wrote this between classes so enjoy.

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