Finally Got Around To Reading This After Class And Lord My Girl Did Not Disappoint

finally got around to reading this after class and lord my girl did not disappoint 🫡

let’s go everywhere together +18 (riri williams x reader) pt 2

it’s one of your first school breaks with riri and you’ve been trying to avoid any contact with your family for as long as possible, ignoring phone calls and not reading texts. riri notices this, and plans a couple of weeks away for you both, surprising you and accidentally causing some of the problems you wanted to avoid arise.

we’re back again folks. riri my love, i neeeddd you. y’all already know this is that little riri series i’m working on and i really hope you guys are liking it bc i don’t plan on stopping anytime soon! riri means the world to me (part one here!)

my usually warnings; overstim, strap on sex, crying, praise kink, pet names, light bullying, squirting, multiple orgasms, reader gets spoiled/ mild angst, homophobic family, unsupportive family, lesbianaphobia and harsh language, crying (for a different reason), supportive! riri, defensive! riri

song inspo : do you mind by evann mcintosh

tag list; thank you my loves for all the support!! @chidinma @rxcently @vlkyriesverse @verachii @widowmakker @mocha-aya @shuristan101 @dejaonline @supahst4r @no-oneelsebutnsu @an1meslvt @shuriszn @yamsthoughts @6-noir @g4yforu @adharaoaklyn @remwritess @lolas-bunny @msplayas @acommonwhor3

enjoy!! 💟

riri had been spoiling you lately. and you knew exactly why.

spring break was coming up, and the year had flown right past your eyes. your grades were good, you were good, so happy and content living your little life with riri on campus, but it was all coming to an end. in just one short week, your world was going to come crashing down. in one week you’d either have to decide to go back home for three weeks and face the wrath that is your extremely awful mother or nearly empty your already small bank account to rent an air bnb or hotel room long enough for the break.

you couldn’t fathom staying with your mother, it would practically kill you; her terrible, old ways and just all in all intensity was just so unpleasant to be around, but it was overall how much you knew she hated that you were a lesbian. it ate her up inside like she was dealing with her own demons about her sexuality of some sort, but you couldnt take three weeks of fighting, or her threatening to kick you out or end your phone plan or anything like that.

and those thoughts have been weighing on you, making you go quiet during conversations and having a lull in participation in even your favorite class. all your cakes in culinary were failing and your notes had become jumbled and useless to understand, so much so your professors pulled you aside to ask if there was any way they could help.

you always said, “yes, keep me in class over break so i don’t have to go home,” and they always laughed, even though you were completely serious.

riri was picking up on this too. she would constantly buy you things, you spent every single night in her dorm, or you were never in yours alone. she would be at your side, always trying to make you laugh in some way to ease your mind. and you appreciated it, of course you did, but thoughts like these weren’t just going to disappear anytime soon.

it was really weighing you down.

you were leaving your composition and design class, and in two short hours you’d literally be homeless, broke, or driven into insanity and the thought made your chest ache. you sighed as your phone rang in your pocket, you knew who it was, even though you had blocked her after her very disturbing comments on thanksgiving.

once the call dropped, you called riri, already feeling tears weld up in your eyes. she picks up almost immediately, “hey baby, class over?” and you whisper a small “yeah,” walking straight to her dorm with your head down and voice quiet. riri hears it though, “hey, it’s alright baby, she still calling?” and you nod even though you know she can’t see you, but she understands. “when you get home, i have a surprise okay, it’ll make you feel so much better i promise, okay? it’s already unlocked,” and you smiled, eyes still wet but your heart finally slowed, “thank you, baby,”

and you hear her smile, “anything for you,” your steps pick up a bit, and finally you’re at her building.

riri’s music is heard through her dorm room before you even get there and you smile to yourself, happy to know everything will get better the minute you open her door.

when you do, riri’s packing, most of her dorm already barren and empty and your heart sinks. right, you think, riri’s leaving. your mind reels for a second but riri sees you and comes up to you and rubs your arms, “hey, woah, whatever you’re thinking stop it because it’s not it, it’s alright,” and you nod, trying to hear her but your eyes are already getting wet again and you feel stupid and so over it—

and riri pulls up her phone, showing you her screen, and it says,

your two week air bnb has been booked! confirmation code 7HD89JKMA. CHECK IN: April, 4 2:00 pm under name, RIRI WILLIAMS, for destination myrtle beach, south carolina thank you!

you blink for a second, not actually understand the message until riri talks again, “i know you were really stressed about going home and all that shit for spring break, so i thought we could spend it together,” she says, smiling, and your heart swells and you smile, eyes now wet for a different reason, and you want to hug her but you think—

“oh my god, riri, how much was this? we can’t— you shouldn’t have—” and she cuts you off, “actually i didn’t even spend that much. turns out the owners are real but fans of ironheart, so, for a little fee of 10k, i gave them a lil prototype blaster i made,” she shrugs a bit when you laugh at her, shocked, “i honestly can’t believe they bought it, that thing was so useless,” she’s saying but you can’t hear her, your head is ringing and you’re filled with so much joy.

you nearly tackle her into a hug, much like she does you, and she laughs as you kiss all over her face, your lip gloss getting everywhere and you’re saying “thank you, thank you, thank you,” over and over again and riri holds you close, rubbing your back and kissing you when your lips finally meet. she holds you there, a long, deep kiss, and you smile into it, holding on to her like she’s the only think that matters. you pull away, sighing, “i love you,” you whisper against her nose and she whispers it right back, looking deep into your eyes.

you’ve packed nearly everything you could think of, sunscreen, toothpaste, your hair products… you’re fumbling through your bad at the air port, checking one last time and riri comes back with your sandwhiches laughing. “babe, you’ve got it all, we checked like four times, it’s alright,” she says exasperated. you sigh out a laugh as she sits down, “i know, you’re right, okay. i’ll stop, which ones yours?” and she hands you your food and you both sit in comfortable silence.

you smile to yourself as the time passes, riri on her phone watching some show she’s tried to rope you into and you listening to music, head on her shoulder as you wait for your flight to board. you still couldn’t fathom that riri had done all this just for you, just so you could stop worrying and finally relaxing.

you sigh to yourself and glance at her slightly, her eyebrows down as her murder mystery plays. you chuckle and she looks at you, “what?” she says smirking, and you giggle, “no, nothing your show watching face is just so cute, you look so serious,” and she shoves you a bit, “man, look, i’m trying to figure who murder angela! and they keep talking about stupid shit, like i can’t, even the deceive is pissing me of like—,” and she’s rambling again, already eager to talk to you about her show, and you’ve heard a million times but it still makes you smile.

you feel your phone buzz in your pocket though, before riri can get too deep in it, and your heart sinks a bit. riri notices, “how many times is that today?” she says quietly, focusing all her attention on you now. you sigh once the call drops, “15,” whispering it out like it’s a secret. riri exhales right behind you, “fucking shit, that’s insane,” and you nod, leaning back into her shoulder. she wraps an arm around you, kissing your forehead lightly, “when we land you gonna turn your phone off?” she suggested still quiet, and you chew on your lip thinking. she had asked you beforehand, during your packing and you gave her an uneasy shrug.

“what if it’s an emergency? what if she needs me?” you said sadly, fulling sitting down and riri almost rolled her eyes at you, “baby, look at me, if it was an emergency there’s something called voicemail. and who cares?! she treated you like shit!” and you sigh,

“i know, it’s just,” you fold another pair of pants, “she’s my mom, i guess,” you whisper and riri walks over to you, titling your head up, “i know, mami, but look at how much this stresses you out. i just want you happy, baby, in anyway possible. so just, think about it okay?” and you nod and riri kisses you slowly, hands on your waist to pull you closer.

you put your hand in hers, sighing, “i might. i think i will,” you say quietly and she nods, licking her lips to hide her smile. you chuckle to yourself because you see it, she’s so obvious, and suddenly your flight number is up on the screen, the now boarding sign making you and riri jump up and collect your things, shoving a few more pieces of sandwich in your mouths. the plane boards quickly, everyone just like you and riri, rushing to get somewhere else for spring break. you sit once you’ve past all the security and riri, being the sweet girlfriend she is, gives you the window seat. you smile at her, a silent thank you, as the plane begins to take off.

riri’s checked every bed, bathroom, and beyond once you guys arrive to make sure everything is clean and ready to be used. you had gone to the master bedroom and god, it was gorgeous; long wall sized windows against the side that opened to a gorgeous balcony right above a small pool downstairs. the bed itself was huge, you and riri so used to the twin xl’s MIT provided had you both geeked. you’re on the balcony, breathing in and sighing once you hear the all clear from riri downstairs.

“so after we get all unpacked you wanna head to the beach, relax a bit before the sun sets, yeah?” she says behind you and turn to her, soft smile on your lips. she’s already changed, some shorts (god, look at her thighs) and a crop top, already changed for the warmer weather of south carolina. she smiles back at you when she sees you, “what?” her mouth quirking up to the sides, like she already knows and it’s likely she does.

you walk slowly to her, smiling and biting your lip, before you wrap your arms around her neck and pull her close, “thank you baby,” you whisper lowly and she gets the hint and smiles a bit harder too, leaning in with a, “youre welcome, my love,” whispered back before your mouth is finally on hers.

it starts slow, both you and riri just happy to feel each other and finally having some time outside of school to be in each other presence. you’ve already cut your phone off, riri almost begging you to once the plane lands and you do, agreeing you two should just spend some time together. she’s rubbing up and down your back, lightly groping your ass and you sigh against her mouth, enjoying the foreplay.

you feel riri start to lead you both back inside, walking backwards as you follow, your tongue melting against hers. she whines a bit, pulling away, “all of our stuff is downstairs, shit,” and you sigh, “you want me to get it?” and riri looks in your eyes, shaking her head, “no i can get it, you stay here and look pretty,” she says, all too close to your mouth, before she walks off, slapping your ass slightly earning a small yell of surprise from you.

you roll your eyes once she’s downstairs and sought after the bed, sighing and laying down once you hit the plush covers. riri was right for making you turn off your phone, you decide, your brain was clear and you heart was full; now all you thought about was making love with your girlfriend over and over and over again.

when she finally comes back, she had her boxers on and the small black bag from your luggage full of your sex toys. you sit up, leaning all your weight in your forearms and lowering your eyes. riri smiles a bit and walks towards you, finally on top of you again, setting the bag on your side and rubbing up your thighs under your dress, kissing you deeply. you moan slightly, moving your head in tandem with hers and she moves your dress up to your stomach, reveling your already soaking underwear.

you sigh into her mouth and she pulls away with a drag of your lip, “what do you want, mami? can you ask me?” she whispers agains your lips, hands right before your clothed clit and you whine, your mind fogged, “god, fuck me, riri, please, i need it,” you moan back against her and she smiles again, kissing you briefly before heading back to your neck, kissing you there and slowly taking off your underwear.

you whine and sigh, impatient, and riri grounds your thighs with her hands, “it’s alright baby, i got you.” and toss your head back once she finally adds some pressure to your clit, it’s cute but it’s not enough, “cmon riri, please… please, more, i— i need it—” you whine back desperately and riri sits up and nods, a quick “yeah okay, baby,” and finally moves your thighs around so she can twist your underwear off and you moan once the chilled air hits your lips and riri practically licks her at the sight of you: dress pulled up and pussy wet and pulsing. you feel yourself heat up under her gaze and it makes you try to cover yourself, “cmon, baby, hurry..” you emphasize and riri nearly scoffs.

“we got three weeks together baby, imma take my time with you, okay?” and she says it like she doesn’t care if you object. you moan, frustrated, but you feel her kiss at your thighs and it makes you sigh out in relief to some degree. she finally gets to your pussy and you feel her breathe and your thighs twitch.

“you have such a pretty pussy, mami, have i ever told you that? so fucking beautiful,” and you groan, closing your eyes at the praise and move your pussy closer to her mouth and riri laughs cruelly, “not yet baby, let me look at you,” she whispers and she takes two fingers to pull your lips apart, your entrance pulsing lowly and you jump, sighing and whining. “so wet for me, love, fuck,” she whispers lowly, moving in and kissing your clit; you moan at the suddenly contact, legs shaking a bit under her hand.

riri moans against you, pulling away slightly, “and you always taste so fucking good for me, baby,” and you moan once her whole mouth nearly swallows your clit, riri sucking heavily against you now, and you buck, your thighs threatening to close around her head as you moan out.

“unghhhfffffuuccckkk, ri, baby, right there, right thereeee—!” you squirm against her, riri’s hands holding your legs apart as her mouth works on you, sucking gently and soothing over your thighs, a silent “go ahead and let it out,” you’ve come to realize. and you always do, cursing, moaning, yelling, whatever you can as riri’s tongue opens you up.

your orgasm approaches fast— of course it does with all her teasing— and you sigh, moans changing in pitch as you thrust up in her mouth, whining out, “i’m cumming, god fuck, i’m cumming, baby, please don’t stop— FUCK, fuck, i’m cumming—!” and you feel riri nod against your clit. you yell out as you feel your orgasm trickle through your entire body, clit swelling and pulsing under her tongue as she eases you through it, hands soothing over your thighs as she continues to suck, gentler this time, until she hears you whine high pitched and overstimulated and riri pulls away, chin sticky and huffing.

you sigh once you see her, setting up in your elbows and coaxing her to come forward and riri does, climbing over your body and kissing her deeply, sighing into your mouth as you do too, tasting yourself on her lips. you pull her down completely, arms wrapped around her feeling all her weight on yours.

riri pulls away first, “i really wanna fuck you, baby,” and you giggle, spreading your legs a bit, “well then go ahead,” you tease at her and she laughs too, moving back to where she was, sitting up and toying with your pussy slightly, fingering you slowly, trying to open you and you gasp, still reeling from your last orgasm and she soothes over your thigh, shushing you, “so good, baby, just take it okay?” and you nod, feeling her fingers move in and out of you curling up occasionally to hit your g-spot.

you moan, “i’m — haa, i’m ready baby, please, cmon, ri please—” and riri nods, probably feeling more anxious than you and adjusts the strap against her boxers, taking her fingers out momentarily to grab the lube, lathering herself up and beginning to move against you. you sigh, ready and eager, and you feel her.

your eyes roll back and close as a low moan leaves you, her strap sliding inside you with ease and you feel your head toss back as riri comes forward, and she lets out her own, “fuck,” watching her enter you slowly, your pussy filling out as she reaches the hilt, her lower stomach right against yours, your clit brushing up against her boxers. you whine out once riri bottoms out, holding on her forearms and pulling her down for a kiss.

riri gives you no time to adjust after she feels you whine in her mouth and grind against her, she pulls out slowly and thrusts back in, the skin on skin contact echoing around the room. you disconnect your lips to moan, yelling out curses as she fucks into you. the strap on she’s using you can tell is the newer one; just a bit bigger with rubbed edges to make you feel everything. you’ve only used it maybe twice but, fuck, it’s becoming your favorite. you sigh out as riri leans down and attacks your neck, moving her hands against your breasts.

you gasp, “ohhhh, right there baby, pleaseeee fuck me fuck me right there—!” riri finally changes her angle and fucks deep on your g-spot, thrusts becoming sloppy once she hears how close you are. riri’s dick was always able to drive you over the edge even when you’ve just reached it. you toss your head back but riri says it before you can, still keeping her harsh pace, “gonna cum baby? yeah? ask me mami, ask me,” she grunts out and you claw at the sheets, pussy twitching and full of her dick.

“fuck— haaaffffuccccckk, riri baby, ri please please, PLEASE ughhh let me cum please, i’m so— i’m so close—!” and riri nods, your moans always driving her closer to her own orgasm, you’ve discovered. you feel her thighs shake a bit against yours and you moan once she nods, adding some pressure on your clit, “cum for me mami, let me see it, go ahead,” you sigh out a “thank you,” mumbling praises and such as you feel your pussy squeeze around riri, pulsing and twitching as your head tosses back and you feel your orgasm string though you, your whole body glowing.

riri’s right behind you, clit rubbing against the softness of her boxers being paired with your moans enough to drive her over. she curses lowly, still thrusting some like she’s trying to push her orgasm inside of you and the thought makes you twitch in excitement once your pussy finally calms down. riri sighs out and pulls out slowly, collecting her breath as you do the same. she gently falls next to you and you rub against her cheek with your hand, smiling. she smiles back at you, holding your hand in hers.

you close your eyes, slightly, sighing before you hear riri say, “one more?” and you gasp at her and shove her a bit, laughing and giggling, “sure, sure, cmon,” and she’s smiling once more when you open your eyes and leans over to kiss you. riri’s infamous “one more?” usually meant all night.

you both maneuver in a way that results in you on top of riri, sliding down slowly on her dick and you both sigh, riri watching you intensely and holding your dress up so she can get the full view, “you’re so pretty, baby,” she whispers kissing your knuckles. you’re holding on to her hands to ground yourself, body still quivering from your orgasm and you whine once your completely full again, the dildo rubbing against your walls.

riri thrusts up slightly, asking quietly, “you okay?” and you nod your head, eyes still shut trying to adjust. she sits up properly and captures your mouth, holding on to your back and you wrap your arms around her. she kisses you deeply, slowly thrusting and moving inside you and you gasp lowly against her mouth.

it’s a slow pace, mostly just because you want to feel each other and riri keeps it up until you start to get impatient, rutting against her more aggressively to get some stimulation on your clit. you sigh out once she takes the hint and lays you both down, thrusting up into and still leaving your mouth connected. you moan, separating for a bit, “ohhh, ri, love you—” you slut a bit, pushing back down on her in tandem with her thrusts. she whispers it back, dazed and sighing a bit, thrusts getting sloppier as both of your orgasms approached once more. “i’m— unnnhhhh in cumming baby, i feel it, ohhh ri— fuck, fuck—!” and you feel your orgasm ripple through you again, your brain buzzing lowly and your thighs flexing and twitching against hers. riri cums not a moment later, holding on to your back and moaning lowly in your chin, making you sigh and rub her arms as she pulses in her boxers.

you both fall over now, sighing and collecting yourselves. riri rubs all over your body and kisses your shoulders. you giggle, “i know you said you wanted go to the beach but i literally cannot move,” and she laughs behind you, “me neither, let’s go to bed,” and you laugh as she turns both of you over, slipping out of you and gathering all the toys together and putting them in the sink. you don’t miss how her legs wobble a bit. you joke, “you alright there?”

she’s faced away from you but her middle finger comes up, “fuck you,” she jokes right back and you laugh a bit, fixing your dress and sitting up properly, “you just did, babe, let’s get some rest please,”

and she comes back, different shirt on, still flicking you off. you sigh once she lays down, gathering you up in her arms, your dress now off leaving you in your undershirt. you sigh against her chest as she turns on the tv for some background noise, “i love you, you know that?” you whisper slightly and riri nods, “of course you do, i just got done fucking your brains out so yeah i hope you love me,” she jokes and you hit her chest lightly “oh whatever,” you say but you’re smiling, eyes shutting slightly as you relax in her arms. she whispers a soft, “goodnight,” into your scalp and sleep washes over you, you too content to fight it anymore.

riri takes you on a shopping spree the next afternoon after some quick shower sex. it ends with you steaming and jelly legged and riri walks out wobbling a bit too and you both laugh. the shower itself was huge enough for you both and then some, and you both felt refreshed and relaxed once more.

you wear a simple one piece, the florals of the romper coloring your skin nicely. a gold set matches your dress, one riri had bought for you for your birthday. riri wears another crop top and a small skirt, hugging everything just right and you can’t help but smack her ass once she walks by to get her hair clips. she slaps your hand away laughing out, “exactly why i never wear this shit,” but you know she likes the attention.

you both leave after a small quick breakfast, walking out in the sun and holding hands. you’re right on the boardwalk, thanks to riri’s haggling of her creation, and it’s between a museum, an aquarium, and some shopping centers. you’re already excited, phone still off and head still feeling clear, and you don’t even have to ask riri to follow you into some stores.

you shop for a bit, trying things on with riri and making her try some things on with you. she leaves the boutique with a nice new suit and you a new romper like you don’t already have 6, which is what riri says.

when you’re back on the boardwalk, you make simple conversation, holding bags and walking to the next boutique, “i think we should go shoe shopping next, yeah?” you suggest and riri perks up, her not-so-secret interest was shoes and she smiles a bit, the quirks of her mouth tilting, much like it does when she’s shying up, “yeah, that’s cool,” she plays it off but you smile anyways.

you smile a bit, really enjoying the moment until—

“y/n? holy shit is that really you?”

your stomach turns. it really couldn’t be, there’s no way. riri turns before you do, eyebrows down, making eye contact with a young girl, maybe a couple of years older than you, before turning you, “uh, who is that?”

you eyes feel wet, “girl, you really not gon say hi to your sister?!” riri gapes at you and you turn around before she can say anything more, “charmaine, hey girl!” you laugh out awkwardly and your sister smiles a bit harder, rings blinging in the sun and teeth nearly blinding you. she comes towards you and opens her arms, hugging her with your bags in hand.

“girllll, it’s been so long!! where you been?” fuck, you wanted to leave, but you laugh away your tears as she pulls away to look at you. “oh yknow, still MIT, remember?”

charmaine smacks her lips, “oh yeah, i remember that, you thought you was all that getting into that school, huh? didn’t tell nobody nothing!” you feel the heat in your stomach grow, you did tell them, you had told everyone and they acted like you were supposed to stay home and refused to help you and didn’t bat an eye when your mama kicked you out and— “yeah, i guess i just wanted to keep it to myself,” you mutter and charmaine laughs again, pulling out her phone.

riri’s watching you intensely, mostly because she knows you’re lying, she’s heard this story before— you wanted so badly for your family to be proud of you, and when the time came for affirmative action and you got into MIT early they had cast you out like they couldn’t fathom you leaving let alone so far away.

“and who is this? mama was talking about you being with somebody, but i ain’t know she meant a girl,” charmaine says the last part like it physically pains her to get it out, and you feel it all over again, everything you wanted to avoid, your memories flood back— thanksgiving, your senior year, charmaine telling you to suck it up and stop crying when your mama would yell and embarrass you every year—

“yeah, well, fuck you too,” riri mumbles only for you to hear, folding her arms. “my name is riri, and i think that’s our que to leave,” and she offers her hand to you and you stiffen, ready to go but hear charmaine’s voice, “oh my god, you’re really a dyke? like for real, holy shit no wonder you never call anybody,” charmaine doesn’t even pay attention to what riri had even said and you chuckle eyes still wet and heart still beating and she scoffs, “girl if you gon be smart be smart to my face, stop saying shit under your breath,”

“why are you here, charmaine?” you finally ask, looking up, tears spilling and you catch riri look at you for a second but your sister doesn’t miss a beat, “girl it’s spring break, you’re not the only one in school, yknow. i know you think you hot shit but i got classes and all that bullshit too,” and she’s already getting offensive, much like she always was, you’d ask a simple question and she’d treat it like an interrogation.

“okay, you’re right; it is spring break. but you’re here. the beach, of all places. and you hate the beach, remember? for my birthday all i wanted was to go to the beach and we left four days early because mama believed you when you lied about being allergic to fucking sand,” your voice is raising now, all the bottled feelings coming up in your throat and you feel riri put her hand in your back but it doesn’t settle you, “yeah, well that was forever ago—”

you cut her off, “and yet here you are, faux sand allergy and all, the day after i haven’t returned any of mamas calls, a week after you had texted me that you was really disappointed in the way i was acting, right? so, you, my sister who i havent seen in nearly five years with a hatred of the beach so big she ruined my birthday, are here, on the fucking beach. so i ask, why?”

charmaine opens her mouth to speak but you can’t stop whatever train your on, “why are you here when you told me that no one would ever love me? when mama kicked me out five years ago and you threw my stuff out with her? why are you here when last year you told me you were ‘proud to be an only child’? why the fuck are you here when i’m finally fucking happy and forgetting about the fucking shitty family i came from?!” you finally yell, a couple of onlookers walking by and staring but you don’t care, all the shyness you had felt are replaced by white hot rage, the feeling deep inside your stomach like a pit that’s been sat for too long.

charmaine sighs a bit, clearly not going to give you the answer you were looking for, and says, “mama was worried,” you laugh, a deep, cruel laugh that even shocks you a bit. “yeah if she was so fucking worried, she wouldn’t have kicked me out two fucking months before i started classes.” you spit out harshly and she’s about to retort but you remember what riri had told you, and get it out before she can stop you, “tell mama, if she calls me again, i’m calling the police for harassment. and if she ever sends you to follow me again, i’m reporting you both for stalking,”

you hear riri stifle a bit of a laugh, and charmaine is about to speak, but youre turning away before she can, picking up some of the bags your dropped and letting out a deep breath, riri coming to your side immediately. “are you okay?” she whispers as you both walk away and you feel everything you had been holding back in your throat once again, wet, hot tears burn at your eyes and you shake your head “no,” you whisper out and she nods, holding you close and walking away faster, trying to find a bench for something for you to sit on.

your mind is racing, heart still beating out of your chest and once your sat you sigh and riri stands up, wrapping her arms around your head and you rest your face in her stomach, sobbing quietly. you can hear riri, she’s whispering everything you need to hear, much like she always does, and it has you smiling despite your face wet and eyes still leaking. you were just happy to be alone with her again.

she pulls you back after a second, making you look into her eyes and she smiles, “you cried all your makeup off, oh no,” she says and you laugh a bit, “yeah and i got it all over your crop top, so, we’re even,” you say, sighing and wiping your face. riri chuckles again and sits next you, both of you facing the river banks outstretched on top of the sunset.

riri breaks the silent moment, “you okay?” she whispers once again, and you sigh, leaning back and settling into her shoulder, “yeah, i’m okay. i’m sorry i never told you about her,” you whisper the last part.

riri scoffs a bit, “i totally get why you didn’t, she fucking sucks,” and you laugh a bit again, sniffling some. riri speaks again, “no but seriously. you don’t have to tell me about your family if you don’t want to. every detail and like, who wronged you how, if you want me to know i’m here to listen but if you wanna forget and start over? i’m here for that too,” she whispers the last part, a sweet secret she wants you and you alone to know. you smile, face heating, even at your most honest, heartfelt moments riri could still make you shy up and blush like a little girl.

you sigh again, “i hate that she was here, but… i don’t want to talk about it anymore. i just wanna spend the rest of my break with you,” you say looking at her and she looks at you again, tilting your head with her fingers, leaning in, “me too,” she whispers back, closing the space between you.

riri fucks you deep and slow that night. she runs you a bath and you wear a silk nightgown to bed just to pull it over and nearly devour you like she hasn’t had you before. and you know why— riri takes the ability to put your mind on something else incredibly seriously like it’s her second job. and you love her for it.

“unnmmfffuckkkk—!” you’re gasping out, the third orgasm you’ve had racking through you as her left hand works on your clit and she fucks you from behind, a position you’d never admit to her was your favorite. she nods, hearing you completely fall apart, kissing your shoulder blades as you moan out, sighing when you feel your pussy squirt out a bit, legs clamping and thighs flexing. you sign once it’s done and done, falling on your forearms and gasping to catch your breath. she leans down against you totally now, kissing you all over.

she whispers against your skin, “you wanna go again?” and sigh and nod, and riri pulls out, a slick wet noise escaping you and she taps your thighs asking you to turn over. you sigh, moving on your back and she’s on top of you once more, capturing your mouth and rubbing over your breasts and your stomach. you feel her start to slide against you, the strap already covered in your cum and it makes you moan against her mouth.

she finally pushes inside again, startling you a bit and you whimper, feeling her again. riri moves away from your mouth, kissing your cheeks and ears as her thrusts start, whispering lowly in your ear, “i love you, baby,” and it makes your body nearly glow, you sigh out and claw at her back, the whisper in her voice enough to be stimulating. “riri, fuck— haaaa—”

and riri keeps talking, strap kissing your g-spot as her thrust grow faster and harsher, “you’re so perfect, mami, you know that? so good for me, i’m so happy you’re mine, my love,” and you can hear it all over your entire body it seems, your head is spinning and your legs feel locked under hers but your orgasm is approaching and you can feel it, whimpering and tossing your head back, claws deep into riri’s back, “i’m— fuck, riri, i’m cumming, i feel it, ohhh i’m cumming—! please, please baby,—!” and you don’t know what you’re begging for, her pace doesn’t slow and she doesn’t relent, kissing you and holding you open and your orgasm pulls through your body, your pussy clenching around her dick and your clit twitching once more, you moan unabashedly, tears spilling a bit as riri kisses and praises you through it.

you buck against her once you’re done, sighing as riri’s assault finally stops. she pulls out and lays next to you, sighing as you catch your breath again. you laugh a bit once you’re back to earth, “i’m sorry i know you wanted to go look at shoes, but i cannot move again,” you laugh out and she smiles and waves you off, “we’ll go tomorrow yeah? got three whole weeks remember?”

and you smile, three weeks and a lot more, you think and reply, “yeah, we do,” too happy beyond your own comprehension.

i changed my name just for this story ; i am now riri’s femme lesbian wife i love her sm i can’t deal with it

sorry if the homophobia and lesbianaphobia got a little too intense but i needed some angst because then we get protective and sweet riri and i fucking love it sm

anyways i’m in class again you guys so bear with me!! i promise i’m still writing but they got me in three studio courses back to back like all fucking week so just give me some time!!

i hope y’all have a good one byeeee🫡🤎

OMG??? I haven’t looked at this story in a while to see how it was doing, AND I CAME BACK TO THIS??

i love u guys so much wtf this is like crazy to think about 😭🫶🏾

this got it bro… i’m dead crying no funny shit

lift me up || shuri x black! reader

summary: in which namor’s strike against wakanda threatens to steal the last remaining peace of princess shuri’s heart ( or — in which queen ramonda isn’t the only causality of the water bombs tossed into the palace — and shuri’s not ready to let you go )

warnings; MAJOR ANGST , you drown trying to save the queen of your country. shuri prays to the ancestors to save you. you DIE. shuri goes the hell off, there’s some mention of suicidal thoughts & an attempt ( ryan coogler’s fault ) fluff at the end.

timeline ; takes place during WAKANDA FOREVER

pairing; warrior ! reader x princess shuri

inspired by; so i’m mourning my grandfather still, it’s something that weighs on me heavily especially this time of year. he died and none of us really knew what killed him. the day he passed away i felt like shit. i prayed for him to come back and he didn’t, and i grew angry with the God i believe in. i understood shuri’s feelings so vividly when watching the movie, because i had experienced them. my grandpa was like my dad, and i hated everyone because he was gone. LIFT ME UP by rihanna has stayed on repeat since it released and hopefully in the midst of this pretty sad peace, there can be some release for me. and anyone else dealing with grief they don’t get.

dedicated to my literal muses, @shinsousliya​ , @verachii​ , @euphiea​ , @inmyheadimobsessed​ , @letitias-fav​ , @sweetalittleselfish-honey​ , @k3nn3dyxo​ ,@barkbarkbo , @n7cje​ 

translations; Ihlabathi lam, zama ukuba nengqiqo. my world, try to be reasonable. IQhawe eliNcinci? little hero. Intliziyo yam. my heart.

The tribal council room was not a place you found yourself in often. But today, you made an exception. Riri was at the foot of the throne, eyes glued to the Queen as Ayo kept watch. “What do you think of Wakanda?” Ramonda asks and your eyes flit to Riri to hear her answer. You didn’t know much about the scientist, Shuri had forbade you from joining the mission with her and Okoye. It wasn’t until Okoye returned without her that you understood why. A threat had been made on your country, a threat by a man of undeniable power and might.

“I thought an underwater city would take the cake, but the stories don’t do this place justice.” Riri responds as she looks around. You’re overflowing with pride at her answer, Wakanda would always be the most beautiful place to you. “It’s great, but I’d really like to go home.” Riri admits and you frown. You understood her plight, she’d been taken against her will, forced into the middle of a war all because she was too smart for her own good. “You’ll need to be patient, for your own safety.” Ayo forewarns. Queen Ramonda nods her head in agreement.

“We’ll take care of the trouble in Boston. You’ll be cleared of any involvement. When it is safe for you to return, your life will be waiting for you.” Ramonda explains. “Can I at least call my mom?” Riri pleads. “She is safe. At work. In Chicago.” Ramonda replies, and it’s clear she’s not changing her mind on the matter. “We have Wakandans keeping watch on her.” Ayo adds after a beat. “Why? She doesn’t know anything.” Riri grows defensive. “Yes, and we would like to keep it that way for now.” the Queen begins. 

Riri doesn’t look impressed.

“I know you have been through a lot. Even before the abduction. We will make sure nothing happens to your mother, and you will be safe here.” she promises. Riri nods, but she looks unsure. Your standing on the opposite side of the room, taking in the scene, Riri looks like a fish out of water, and she seems to know that. She seeks solace with you, leaving the new General and the monarch behind. “So you’re her.” it’s the first words Riri’s spoken directly to you, and they force you to raise a sharp eyebrow. “Excuse me?” you say in surprise.

“Shuri’s old lady.” Riri elaborates, and that only fuels your confusion. “Old lady?” you repeat crossly, watching as Riri chuckles awkwardly. “It’s just a thing we say.” she explains. When she says ‘We’ you know she’s referring to the lost tribe. “You her girlfriend.” she corrects herself and you relax. “Yeah, that’s me.” you’re scrutinizing her closely, she had to be something special for Shuri to risk her life to save her. “And you’re her scientist.” you say and she bristles. “Nah, it ain’t like that. I ain’t one of those creepin’ broads.” she says and you smile.

“But you do like her, no?” you press and Riri’s entire demeanor changes, almost like she’s been caught red handed. “What?” she asks and you’re not quite understanding her sudden bashfulness. According to what the Queen had relayed to you regarding Riri, she was confident, suave. Not clumsy and clueless. “We don’t really know each other.” she says and you laugh good naturedly. “You don’t have to be so nervous. Shuri is very charming, I’d be more surprised if you weren’t into her.” you relax your shoulders a little.

“I ain’t trying to move in on your girl or nothing.” she explains and you wave her off. “I’m not worried.” and it’s true, you knew how much Shuri cared about you. It didn’t matter how fond of Riri she was, your position was secured in Shuri’s heart. And that was what mattered most. “You really tight with the Queen, huh?” she asks. “Naturally.” you mumble. “When my mother passed, I didn’t have many people to turn to. Queen Ramonda took me in, I will always be indebted to the Royal Family. She is like a second mother to me.” you look over again. 

“And what does she think about you and Shuri?” Riri asks and you smile. “I think she’d been plotting on us from the day I stumbled into this place. She has expectations that I will be marrying her daughter one day.” you say with a laugh. “Of course, I won’t be marrying anyone until I’m well settled in my own life. Queen Mother will just have to wait a few years before she tries to throw us some dream wedding.” and Riri’s smile only grows. “She talked about you. When we were down there. Shuri, I mean.” Riri explains and you blink. 

“Really?” your eyebrows shoot up and Riri thinks you look cute all confused. “She really cares about you.” Riri explains and your heart swells a little in your chest. “I’m lucky.” you admit. “I noticed your spear.” she points to the weapon. “Are you a Dora?” she asks and you resist the urge to curl your nose up. You motion to your head full of hair. “Do I look like a Dora?” you ask and Riri pokes her lips out. “You don’t want me to answer that.”  she tells you with a hearty laugh as you roll your eyes. “I am the Princess’ personal guard. She’s not into the whole Dora Milaje thing.” you explain as Riri nods slowly. 

“But she’s into you so it works out great. You guard her heart and her body.” Riri elicits a loud cackle from you and it’s great, forgetting the bad stuff that had been in full effect for the last few days. “How long have you guys been a- been a thing?” she asks and while most people would find her line of questioning a little forward, you don’t mind. “Shuri’s been my girlfriend since we were kids.” you explain with a laugh. “We were primary school girlfriends.” you add as Ri smiles.

“We made things more serious when she turned sixteen, we’ve been together ever since.” Riri does the math in her head. Had ‘The Blip’ never happened, Shuri would’ve been 27, while you’d be 28, but because you’d lost five years you didn’t look it. You were only 23, while Shuri was 22. That was almost five years of your lives. “Oh, y’all in it foreal?” Riri asks and you smile fondly. “Yeah, I guess you can say that.” you agree as you nod. “That’s dope.” Riri mumbles. 

You move to reply, but find your eyes back on the Queen. The river tribe Elder enters with Naval officers on his heels. “Shit.” you mutter under your breath, panic spreading through you like wildfire. “My Queen, we’ve lost contact with the river shield blockade.” the Elder explains and your panic is felt all the way in your bones. 

Shit was about to go down.

“Lost contact?” Queen Ramonda repeats in disbelief. You nod for Riri to follow you, and like the strong and proud warrior you’d been trained to be, you stalk towards the mother of your nation, face devoid of all emotion. It was better that way. “Yes, and there are reports of flooding throughout the city.” the Elder explains. “A surprise attack?” you speak up, and Riri shakes her head. “That won’t no surprise. Shuri said something like this would happen.” she says and you curse again. “What do you suppose I do, IQhawe eliNcinci?“ you freeze.

Ramonda’s eyes are directed towards you. She’d been calling you IQhawe eliNcinci, her little hero since you were a small child. Your mother was the General that came before Okoye, you’d spent many days wreaking havoc around the palace as a young girl, pretending you were a Dora too, using sticks and other objects as a stand-in for the shield you one day wished to carry. Ramonda had always found you endearing, she’d always treated you special. But to ask you to decide the fate of what she did with her country? It was insane.

“Me?” you squawk and she nods her head, stone serious. “Yes.” she says and you think to yourself. You think like a warrior, like a Wakandan. Like a L/N. “We should evacuate.” you say suddenly. “Treat this like any other threat. Um- initiate every emergency response protocol.” you list and Ramonda is listening earnestly. “Um, Uh… the Dora. Send them out and have them aid the military in the ground fight. We do not know the extent of their power, we need strong fighters in the forefront.” you say and Ramonda nods in agreement.

“You heard her.” and it’s like clockwork the way they dive into action. “Phambili!” Ayo exclaims as they leave, until only Riri, Ramonda, and you remain. “You spoke my thoughts exactly.” the Queen tells you and your confusion is palpable. “No disrespect, Mama.” and she smiles at the endearing name. “ But, why did you have me answer?” you ask and she scrutinizes you. “Because I believe you and my daughter will be together for a long time and some day I won’t be here to make the hard decisions.” she begins and you cut her off. 

“Don’t speak like that. You will be fine.” you insist. “There is no need to try and prepare us for a world after you’re gone, because you’re still here.” you tell her. “And you will be for a while. I swear it on my life.” you say, refusing to hear anymore. You know what she’s aiming for. She’s scared Namor could be what takes her out, scared that Shuri would be all alone, overwhelmed and left up the shore without a paddle. So she was trying, albeit, by throwing you into the deep end, she was trying to prepare you to be a leader. 

But you didn’t want to think about that. Ramonda sighs, but concedes.

“See if you can get in contact with the princess.” she says, and that you can do. You trigger your Kimoyo Beads instantly, and Shuri’s face makes some of your tension melt away. “Sthandwa.” you exhale as Shuri takes in your panicked expression. “Where are you?” you demand. “I’m in the lab, but I’m headed towards the city.” she explains and you’re already shaking your head. “No, no, no. Shuri, no!” you exclaim. “Shuri stand down. That is an order.” Ramonda adds. “I am with Aneka, they will need air support.” Shuri argues.

“Aneka, do not let her leave the lab.” Ramonda warns. Shuri begins to make crackling noises with her mouth, and you tense. “Shuri!” you exclaim. “What’s that? Intliziyo yam, I can’t hear you.” she continues her performance. “Ihlabathi lam, zama ukuba nengqiqo.” you beg, but it’s no use. “You’re breaking up. I love you both. Bye.” and then the call ends. Shuri Udaku has just hung up on her mother and her girlfriend. You squeeze your hand up into a fist as you scoff. “What the hell is she thinking?” you exclaim in a panic. 

“Y/N, you gotta calm down.” Riri explains and you shake your head. “They already took her once.” you remind her. “She’s being irresponsible.” you add as you head for the edge of the throne room. Your eyes are examining the damage below, and it’s devastating. “Bast, what have we done to deserve this?” you question, and Ramonda’s lips quirk down into a deep frown. Riri follows your path, stopping just beside you. “We can’t just sit here and do nothing.” she says and you nod your head. “My Queen, do you have any suggestions?” you ask. 

Ramonda thinks your query over before she nods. “Yes.” she triggers her Kimoyo beads. “Griot.” she calls for Shuri’s AI. “Yes, Queen?” he speaks. “Grant me access to the emergency response fleet.” she instructs and you snap your fingers in understanding. “Right away, Queen.” Griot proceeds. Ramonda steps up onto the mullion, and you follow after her. A holographic map of the city appears in front of you both. You both begin to help pilot the scarab beetles as Riri watches, eyes and brain moving a mile a minute. “Can I help?” she asks.

“Yes, come quickly!” Ramonda ushers her forward, passing off a pair of Kimoyo Beads as the three of you fall into a smooth rhythm. Two hydro bombs explode in the distance, and the damage is jarring. A deluge of water from the explosions rushes through the city. The double explosion causes water to torrent in through the window. The flooding has you panicking. How many casualties? How many of her friends, her peers, her family were out there in harms way? “Ayo, scramble air support to root out our attackers from above.” Ramonda instructs.

“Yes, my Queen.” Is Ayo’s response.

The trio continue to remote pilot the scarab beetles. “There are civilians in the North Triangle that are in need of evacuation, Queen.” Griot explains. “I’m on it.” Riri explains. “There’s too many of them.” you dare to utter it. “None of that matters, right now.” Ramonda explains firmly. “I need to know if you’re with me?” she asks as you blink away your panic. “Of course.” you respond. “We will survive this.” she says and you’re unsure if she means you both specifically or Wakanda as a nation. “Is that Shuri?” Riri speaks, and your on high alert.

Riri’s Sunbird is in the process of chasing after Namor himself. He’s faster than he looks, dodging every shot they try to take. Namor suddenly darts up, driving his spear through the cockpit of the aircraft windshield. Directly into the control panel. Shuri and Aneka lose control as the system malfunctions and crashes down into the moat. “Shit, he’s quick.” Riri mutters. “Okoye. Shuri’s aircraft has been shot down. Can you get to her?” Ramonda questions. “Yes, my Queen.” she responds a second later, and your hands are shaking uncontrollably.

You’re quietly muttering to yourself, cursing Shuri for being stubborn. Cursing Namor and his people for doing this to you. Cursing Bast for allowing this to happen with no justice. Ramonda looks away from the panel she’s controlling to look at you. You’re still hard at work piloting scarab beetles to dry ground, but you’re crying. Blinking harshly every few seconds to push them away. Namor flies to the Tribal Council windows, and stares at the three of you. You immediately find that you hate him. Hate him for hurting Shuri and your country.

His glare is terrifying as he looks to Riri, and you move to push her behind you, blocking his sight of her as Ramonda does the same to you. “Stand behind me, intomba.” she instructs, and you listen. Hand holding onto Riri’s arm tightly. “It’ll be okay.” you ensure, and Riri’s terrified, holding onto you, nails digging into your skin. It hurts, but you ignore it. “We’re gonna be okay.” you say firmly. Namor cocks his spear and swings it, slamming it down onto the windows. You don’t even blink, this is what your whole life had led to. You were a warrior, a protector.

The glass spider cracks, but holds. “Finish.” you instruct to Riri, head nodding to the holographic screen. She nods loosely, scurrying back into place. “One minute until the last scarab beetle is to safety.” Griot explains. “Excellent.” you mutter. “You’re doing so good, Riri.” you encourage, as you turn to the Queen. “We’re almost out of this.” you say and she squeezes your shoulder but says nothing. Namor smiles at Ramonda through the window, then drops below. “Shit.” you curse again, and you move to eye out where he’s gone.

Ramonda turns to you and Riri with panicked eyes. “Take the child and go!” she demands as you freeze up. “Wait what? And leave you here?” Riri voices your thoughts. “Run!” she pleads and you feel panic and bile in your throat. “Mama.” you start, already shaking your head “You know I can’t do that. Shuri would never forgive me. I would never forgive me.” you tell her and she’s looking between you and the glass. “You have to take the child, and go. That is an order, from your Queen.” she snaps. You know, she’s just trying to protect you. 

“I’m not leaving without you. If we all go, we can make it. The longer we sit here fighting over it, the more trouble it’ll be.” you remind her. “Y/N, we do not have time for this. I am your Queen and you will do as I say, now! Run!” and she shoves you, hard. You stumble down the steps, right into Riri’s awaiting arms, she holds you by the wrist, tugging you with her, but you’re shaking your head all the while. “Mama, stop this!” you exclaim. Before you can call out for her again, Namor emerges holding three hydro bombs in his right hand. 

“CH'A TOH AJ TEPAL!” 

You call out for the Queen again, but you’re not sure if anyone hears. Namor hurls the hydrobombs at the Tribal Council windows. They decompress into water just before reaching the windows and they crash against the glass. It shatters instantly, the room flooding with water rapidly. You, Ramonda, and Riri are sent hurtling down in a rush of water, glass, and furniture. Your bodies begin to sink down a level, now on par with the Timbuktu structure. Your holding your breath, allowing your eyes to adjust to the sting of the water.

You’re frantic, but careful not to panic. You look up to the platform, it’s a bit of a swim for anyone. You could make it, you know you can. You spot the queen, she’s unconscious and you’re immediately swimming for her. She jolts back to consciousness, relief washing over you in waves. You move to help her and she shoots you a scalding glance. She points to Riri and you falter. She does it again. It’s like you can hear her in your head. “Save her now.” you don’t want to, but you turn away from the Queen, eyes to the right of you instantly.

Riri is lifeless. Your heart lurches and you swim towards her. Your thoughts are loud. You’re okay, Riri. We’re gonna get you home. Get you back to Chicago, back to your mama. You use your strength to swim towards the top, pushing on her body until she was out of the hole, laying on her back in the center of the room. You take in a gulp of air before you dive back down, searching frantically for the Queen. If your slothiness cost you the Queen’s life, you’d never forgive yourself. You spot her soon enough, and you rush for her.

You grab hold of her hand, and you hate that you’re feeling lightheaded. “Mama, if you can hear me, you’re gonna be okay. I’m gonna get you out of here, okay?” your thoughts are ringing, and when she looks at you fondly, you’re certain they’ve translated over. She helps you lug her towards the top. You’re an excellent swimmer, but this second trip seems to be all the more damaging. The hole seems to grow farther and farther the more you swim. Ramonda is jerking on your arm, encouraging you not to give up as you keep going. 

Once you’ve reached it, you push the Queen out of the hole, just as your run out of oxygen. She’s out, that’s all that matters to you. The Queen has been saved. Even when water fills your lungs and the burn makes your entire body feel like it’s lit on fire, you’re okay, because the Queen is alive, Riri is alive. They’re safe. You try to will your eyes open, but the heavier they grow, the less you want to fight it. Your eyes close and you begin to sink, finding yourself further and further in the depths of the water. Your last thought before it all goes dark is of Shuri.

forgive me.

When Okoye enters the Tribal Council Room followed by Nakia, she’s on the verge of collapsing. Riri is laying on the platform and Queen Ramonda floating in the water, face-down, as Namor floats outside the broken glass. Okoye races to pull Ramonda out as Nakia turns Riri over onto her back to check her vitals. “You did this!” Namor exclaims. A beat passes. “I came with only a few warriors.” Namor continues his lecture. Okoye and Nakia use their kimoyo beads to try and resuscitate Riri and the Queen. Shuri and Aneka enter, and Okoye turns.

“Keep her back!” Okoye exclaims. “Mother!” Shuri shouts, and then her eyes are on Riri. They’re the only two there and she feels a fire lighting up inside her. “Y/N!” she shouts and Nakia and Okoye both freeze in place. How had they forgotten. How had they forgotten you. “Where is she?” Shuri demands. “Y/N/N?” she moves to enter the room further, only for Aneka to grab her. Shuri’s struggling in her hold. “Y/N!” she shrieks. “Where is she? Where is Y/N/N. Ihlabathi lam, intliziyo yam? Uye phi?” she wails, to no avail.

“There!” Nakia’s eyes land on a floating hand. “Do something!” Shuri’s thrashing against Aneka. Three Dora goes to retrieve your body from the water as Okoye does chest compressions on Ramonda, fearing it’s already too late. Your body is pulled from the water and you’re laid on your back. You already look so lifeless, Shuri can feel her heart concaving. Every bone in her body feels like it’s been snapped in half, every breath feels like a stab to the stomach. Everything hurts, worse than she’s ever experienced, worse than she’s ever imagined before.

Seeing you, seeing her mother, identically incapacitated, frail, and weak. It’s too much to take. “Bury your dead, mourn your losses.“ Namor taunts. “You’re the Queen now.” he adds. “In one week’s time, I will return with my entire army.” Namor continues. “Let me go!” Shuri demands. “Mama!” she sobs. “Y/N/N!” she hasn’t cried this hard in so long, it’s enough to suffocate her fully. Ramonda remains unresponsive, M’Baku, and Aneka rushing in after. “And you will either join us against the surface world, or we will wash Wakanda from the face of the planet.” Namor turns and dives into the waterway surrounding the building.

As he hits the water Riri jolts awake, coughing up water. Ramonda doesn’t. “Let me go!” Shuri exclaims again. “Come on, my Queen. Wake up!” Okoye whispers. Nakia moves to check the Queen’s vitals as Okoye continues to try to revive Ramonda, her eyes welling with tears, but she’s gone. “She’s gone.” Nakia mumbles and it’s like a dam breaks in Shuri. She’s fallen to her knees by now, the tears are never ending. You haven’t responded to any of the shocks from the Kimoyo Beads. “There is no telling how long she was under.”

Nakia’s voice causes Shuri’s body to go rigid. Eyes like slits as she turns to her. “We have no way of knowing if her body has already succumb to-” Shuri cuts her off instantly. “Then keep trying until you figure it out!” she exclaims. “Wake her up!” she demands, and Nakia swallows thickly. This would be the ultimate blow, losing both her mother, and the love of her life all at once. Shuri might not ever recover. She hears the Kimoyo Beads of the Dora’s in front of you revving up. She hears the “clear” in her head as they try to shock you back to life, but there’s no sign you’re even still here. 

“Please, please, please.” she says under her breath, “I can’t take anymore.” Aneka’s still holding her, cradling her like a baby. “Wake her up, wake her up!” she shouts, and the anger is ever clear in her tone. “Please!” they’re not sure who she’s begging, but they continue their work. “You owe me.” she mutters, and she hopes that Bast, wherever the fucker was, hears her. “You owe me this. You’ve taken everything else. You owe me!” she exclaims. Aneka is silently cooing, rocking them both back and forth as Shuri grows angrier and angrier.

“You owe me!” she exclaims, and she doesn’t care how loud she must sound. “Check her vitals!” she can only hear bits and pieces of the conversation, but they’re all surrounding you. She wants to get up, she wants to be the one to check, she wants you to feel her, know that she’s there. She wants you to know that it’s okay for you to wake up. That she’ll be there to catch you. “Please.” she whispers again, and her vision is blurred. “Buyela kum sithandwa sam. Ndicela ungandishiyi ndedwa apha.“ she whispers. “Heartbeat detected.” 

It’s Griot’s voice that’s a saving grace. “Keep trying!” Aneka exclaims, and they listen to her. Now it’s a race for time. The first shock, makes your back arch off the ground, slamming back down. The second one sounds like it hurts, but Shuri’s not sure if that’s because she’s in pain. “Come on, usana.” Shuri whispers, nails digging into the pads of her hands. “Vuka sithandwa sam. Ndicela uvuke.” she begs. The third shock has your vitals spiking, and they can all finally hear the quiet thrum thrum of your faint heartbeat.

The fourth one falls short, and they’re ready to throw in the towel. “Just one more.” she pleads, and all eyes snap to her. “Please.” she begs, and Nakia and Okoye share a glance. “Please.” she repeats, and it’s silent. There’s a moment of nothing, and then the shock rings out loud and clear across the room. Water comes flying out of your mouth, exploding like a dam as you upchucked all over the floor. Shuri’s yearning to run to you, but you’re not allowed. Because despite the water being removed from your lungs, you haven’t opened your eyes.

You’re still unresponsive.

Namor had still won.

When you woke up, you weren’t sure what to expect. You’d given your life for your country, you had resolved yourself to death. You expected to see something along the lines of what T’Challa had witnessed when he’d been greeted by his father. “Intombazana yakho.” you whirl around, eyes landing on a face you hadn’t seen since you were a child. “Mama.” you say as your eyes adjust to it all. “What are you doing here?” she demands, head shaking. 

“It’s too soon, it’s too early.” she exclaims. “It’s okay, mama. I chose this. I chose to give my life for Wakanda. I’m okay with this.” you try to explain frantically. “But what about Shuri?” she asks and you freeze. Shuri, how had she slipped your mind. Shuri, the love of your life. Your sun, stars, and moon. “Shuri.” you breathe her name out, chest tightening instantly. “Oh, my love, how could I leave you.” you say, and you wonder if you can cry in this place. If you can feel at all.

“It’s too soon.” her voice is like a whisper, and she’s suddenly gone. “Mama!” you exclaim in panic. “Mother, where are you?!” you shout. You get no response, instead you’re met with the sight of Shuri. Although, you’re unsure how you’re seeing her. She’s making her way towards the river holding a large weight in her hand. Your surrounded by thick forestation, but it slides right through you like you’re not really there. Nakia and Okoye emerge from the forest behind Shuri, and you wonder if any of them notice you. Your guess is no.

“Shuri.” Okoye exclaims. “Go away.” Shuri warns. Her feet have hit the water, the weight armed and ready in her hands. “Wait.” you mutter, and it’s all clicking. “Shuri.” you’re rushing towards her, but the closer you get, the farther she appears. Only unlike when you were in the water, you don’t think it’s an illusion this time. “Shuri no.” Okoye pleads. She takes a step towards Shuri, who lifts her arm revealing her gauntlet, locked and loaded. She aims it right at Okoye’s head. She was on a suicide mission, and the thought made you sick.

“Leave me alone.” Shuri demands. “Shuri, don’t do this.” Nakia begs. “Shut up, spy. Leave, like you always do.” she spits venomously. “Not without you. Shuri you have so much to live for.” Nakia tries. “No I don’t! Everyone I love is gone. All of them. I have nothing left.” Shuri wails. “You have us.” Okoye tries to reason. “What am I to you? A job you are no good at.” she jabs. “You were so wrapped up in other things you let her sit in the water.” she reminds them. It takes a moment for you to realize she’s talking about you.

“Had you paid better attention, she’d be here. Instead, she’s a vegetable. She’s gone, and it’s your fault.” she cries even harder. “Shuri I…” Okoye’s voice cuts off. “You swore to lay down your life to protect my family… all of my family… but they are gone and you’re still here.” Shuri says. “If you had any honor left, you would not show your face.” she sneers. This lands on Okoye. Okoye turns away and starts to leave, Nakia tries to grab her but Okoye pulls away and heads back off into the forest. Shuri then turns her attention to Nakia.

You find yourself stuck in the same spot, eyes glossing over at this version of Shuri. “And you… you swore yourself to my brother then ran off when we needed you most.” Shuri had talked your head off many times about her beef with Nakia, you understood her feelings, but they never should’ve come out like this. “You are right. But Shuri you can’t do this. What would your mother want of you? She lived her life for you.” Nakia speaks. “And what of, Y/N. By some miracle she is granted new life and returns to a place you no longer are.” she says.

“How would she feel knowing you gave up your life?” she asks. “It hurts too much. I can’t bear it.” Shuri exclaims, and she claws at her chest. “You are strong. You have your father in you. You brother in you. Your mother.” Nakia says. “Y/N is with you. She has fight left in her, yet.” she adds. “Then why can’t I feel them? Why can’t I hear them? I want to hold them. Feel their warmth. I want to tell my mother how much she meant to me. I prayed to Bast after T’Challa died, I asked him to take me before my mother. I let the prayer comfort me. I let myself believe the lies.” she explains and your heart is tearing in two.

“Y/N, she was my everything. I wanted to marry her one day, spend the rest of my life explaining how much I love her. I was supposed to protect her.” Shuri exclaims. “Y/N made an oath to lay her life down for her country, and that is what she did.” Nakia exclaims. “No.” Shuri shakes her head rapidly. “I don’t care about that warrior oath!” she spits on the ground as she says this. “She made an oath to me. A promise.” she pokes at her chest. “And your God knew it.” she scoffs. “I prayed to Bast every night for Y/N. How dare she take her away.” she hiccups.

“How dare she take them all away from me. And yet, I’m expected to bow and honor her? What honor does she deserve but a quick death for taking what is rightfully mine?” Shuri demands. “Don’t say that, Shuri.” Nakia warns. “She didn’t do this to hurt you. You have to live. It’s what your mother wanted. She told me as much. It’s what your brother wanted. We need you. Wakanda needs you. The word needs you.” Nakia says. Shuri lowers the gauntlet. Nakia rushes to her and embraces her. But Shuri isn’t sure it’s enough. You’re on your knees by now.

Your head’s so stuffy that everything hurts. Tears spill like raindrops from your eyes, and you want to leave this space of limbo. “Usana, I’m here. I haven’t left you, I’m right here!” you try, but it’s no use. You’re too far gone for her to hear.

“We buried mother today.” Shuri’s at your bedside, you don’t look quite as frail as you did, fresh out of water. But you’re still not awake, which means something she’s doing isn’t good enough. She examines you closely, hears the quiet humming of all the wires and cables stuck in you. “They say if you do not improve soon, they will have to pull the plug.” she spits the phrase out venomously. “They said, we cannot afford to watch after you with Namor on the lam.” she drags a hand over her face. She’s crying again. 

“Ndicinga ukuba yinkunkuma leyo.” she says as she reaches for your hand, She runs her thumb over your knuckles, squeezing too tight for comfort. “Because you’re gonna wakeup, Usana. You’re gonna be okay, I know it.” she says. “I just have to — try a little harder.” she says. From where you stand, you see your body, you see your girlfriend next to you. This place, this limbo you’ve found yourself in is lonely. You haven’t seen your mother in a while. It seemed after she’d disappeared, you been cut off. So not even the Ancestors could comfort you. “Vuka, nkoszana. Vula nje amehlo akho.” she says and you frown.

“Bast!” you call out. If this was the Ancestral realm, would it not stand to reason Bast and Sekhmet would be there to greet you? That was what you had always been taught anyway. “Hello?” you shout. You feel like you’re stuck in place. It’s heartbreaking, being able to see your nation in ruin, with no way to salvage that. No way to help them. Only watch from a distance. You’d long given up trying to reach out and touch, Shuri. This place it impossible for you to get too close.

“Can anybody hear me? I don’t want to be here anymore!” you exclaim. There’s a beat, a moment of unparalleled silence before you blink again. When your eyes open you’re met with the sight of Queen Ramonda. She’s standing at the edge of what looks like a cliff. The water is roaring voluminously. “Mama!” you exclaim, and she turns, aghast at the sound of your voice. “Y/N.” she mumbles, and before you can help it you’re running towards her. When you are able to embrace her, you squeeze her tight, unshed tears falling all over her.

“You shouldn’t be here.” you cry and Ramonda’s holding you. She’s still as posed as ever. “You shouldn’t be here.” she says. “This is not a place fit for someone like you.” she motions around. “As opposed to someone like you?” you shoot back, and Ramonda’s lips purse. “You misunderstand.” she says quietly. “While I can see you here now.” she trails off, looking around this new place. “This is not my resting place. This is not what life after Death is.” she says and you blink. “So then… what is it?” you ask and she frowns even deeper.

“You are caught in the place your mother calls “The Other”, and your eyebrows raised. “My mother, you’ve seen her?” you ask and Ramonda nods slowly. “Well, why can’t I? What is this place? What is the other?” you demand and Ramonda places a firm hand on both your shoulders. “Your body and spirit are battling. You died, Y/N/N.” she says and you look over your shoulder. Though you can no longer see Shuri physically, you can recall exactly how she looked as she stared at your body. “But my heartbeat. They saved me.” you explain.

“No, intombazana yakho.” she shakes her head. “You were already gone.” she says and your mouth falls in a silent gasp. “But-” you turn around again. “You are in a vegetative state, there is no way to really know if you will ever wake up again.” she explains and you shake your head. “So I’m-” you cut yourself off. “If I was dead, I’d be with my family. With the Ancestors. Not in this place where I am plagued by my lover’s grief.” you tell her. “You haven’t let go, Y/N.” she tells you. “What are you saying? What does that mean?” you demand.

“Your will is what’s keeping your heart beating. Your body is done. One foot in the after, but whatever resides in your heart, is keeping you bound to home. To Earth.” she explains, and she steps away from you, crossing her hands. “You have to make a choice. Will you let go and take your rightful place. Among your family, among the other heroes of our country, among your mother.” she pauses for effect. “Or will you fight for your life, fight for our country, for Wakanda?”

And before you can answer she is gone and you’re alone again.

Shuri found herself taking a stroll, she couldn’t bare being cooped up in that room, seeing you like that, anymore. She finds herself walking through the forest. She had no more time to mourn, the time to act was soon approaching. She would have to lead, she would have to grow up and find a way to defeat Namor. Problem was, she didn’t see a fight being worth it without you there beside her. She kicks a stray rock, and looks up at the sky. Nakia had been prompting her to pray, pray to Bast, pray for you, pray for healing.

She thought it was all bullshit. Bast didn’t care about her, Bast surely didn’t care about you. You, the girl she’d fallen for so suddenly. You were older than her, already wise beyond your years, even when she was a little five year old, and you were six. You were perfect to her then. Back when you were missing front teeth, and hiding behind closed bathroom doors, cutting off chunks of your hair, and swearing your allegiance to the royal family. Some good that did for you. She kicks another rock. She’s not sure she has too many tears left to cry.

Her entire body aches, she hasn’t slept, she’s picked around any food brought her way. She is grieving in her own way. “Y/N.” she speaks under her breath. Low and quiet, and she’s grateful she’d slipped out of the palace undetected. She did not want any watching eyes on her right now. “Uyandiva?” she asks. Can you hear me? Not just her words, but her heart. The deeper things underneath the surface stuff. “Are you here?” she knows it sounds silly. You were back in the lab, lifeless, heart monitor doing nothing but causing pain.

But her mother had explained how she’d found comfort in the five years you’d all been gone. Ramonda had felt T’Challa in the wind, she’d seen Shuri in the sunbirds. She’d found you in the warmth of the sunrise. She’s felt you all in the beauty of the sunflowers. Maybe Shuri could find you now. The forest was one of your favorite places to run off. When you’d first started seeing each other, you’d sneak out in the middle of the night, and find each other in this place. You’d spend the night talking about your dreams, your goals, your hopes.

Perhaps, she could try again.

“I have something to say to you. I think before I move on, I have to say it.” she explains. “Do you remember when I was fourteen.” she starts, and she leans against a tree stump, sliding until her butt rested on the marshy ground. “I wanted to head the Wakandan Design Group, but the Elders refused. Said I was too young, too naïve to lead, to handle the technology of our country.” she whispers to the air just ahead of her. “I was so hurt.” she adds. “They didn’t believe in me, they didn’t trust that I could do what was best for us.” she finishes.

“I wanted to cry, but you told me not to.” she laughs quietly. “You told me to do it anyway. To change their mind, to make them see me.” she gets conviction in her voice. “To make them see me as more than just a princess, more than the baby girl.” she proceeds. “Now look at me.” she shakes her head. “All of my dreams would’ve been nothing if I had not met you.” she runs her hands up and down the legs of her pants. “You believed in me, sometimes more than I believed in myself.” she sniffles quietly. “You saved me.” she adds on with a quiet sob.

“In so many ways, you’ve saved my life. You are the strongest person I know. You are everything I’ve ever wanted out of life. And I need you, Y/N.” she feels the tears splattering down on her. “I need you to be strong, I need you to wake up. I need you to come back home. Come back to us, come back to me.” she pleads. “I cannot promise much, we are a weakened nation, but you know better than anyone how strong Wakanda can be. We will not allow this or anything to-to come between us. This will not break us. It can’t.” she insists furiously.

“I have to lead, I have to make decisions for our country. I have to step up, and I need you to be here with me, when I do it.” she adds. “The Black Panther will return, but I can’t do it without you. I don’t want to do any of this without you.” she trails off. “Wherever you are, ubomi bam, fight. For yourself, for Wakanda.” she adds. “Just come back to me.” her Kimoyo beads begin to chirp on her wrist, but she ignores them briskly. When she starts to cry again, she feels relief in her chest, her shoulders relaxing as she leans her head back against the tree. The wind blows around her, and while it should’ve felt like a whip, it felt like a caress.

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