Writin A Whole Lotta Nuthin

Writin a whole lotta nuthin

I be thinking of the most juiciest fanfics in my head but I’m scared that if I start writing I won’t stop

Yessss

Love is Blind

eeheheheehehehheehheheheheh i’m so excited for this

things you should know:

1. this will be a multiple part fic

2. this takes place in ancient times, so dialogue will not be “as modern”

3. reader’s name is Syrn (siren)

word count: 1,323

tags: @sweetalittleselfish-honey @saiiwritingg @taiiunknown @bellaallebbella1 @sleepynggafr @thewifeoflevi @mysticalmarss :}

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“You cannot hide from me forever, you fool,” Shuri smirked as she walked slowly and carefully through the cave. “I can hear you.”

Shuri’s cave was not an ordinary cave. It was adorned with jewels and stones of men and women who dared looking into her eyes. A simple game, a foolish game played by the ordinary, handing victory over to the reigning champion.

“S-shuri, please. Have mercy.” The voice cried. Shuri approached the man from behind, a smirk on her face.

“Do you know where you are? How dare you come into my home and try to take my things?” She grabbed the man and turned him around, unfortunately he had his eyes closed.

“I returned everything, I promise. Please, have mercy.”

Shuri’s eyes scanned over the man. She placed her hands on his face and nodded. “Look at me. I will let you go. You will not perish,”

The man opened his eyes, looking Shuri right into her eyes.

“No!” he cried out, before being materialized into a stone statue.

“You fool.” Shuri smirked, reaching into his pocket to remove a necklace she adored.

——————-

“Wouldn’t you feel safer if I went along with you? Who told you this rumor anyway, Syrn?” Riri pouted, and despite her judgment, she continued to help Syrn pack for the journey.

“I’ll be fine, Riri. I have traveled alone before, have I not? And I’m still alive,”

“I know, but-“

“What if it isn’t a rumor? What if this witch doctor can truly heal me? I will not be blind anymore. I won’t be such a nuisance.”

“What did I tell you about that word,” Riri’s face softened. Though Syrn couldn’t see it, she heard it in Riri’s tone of voice.

“Forgive me.” Syrn sighed. “I promise you I can handle this alone. I’ll be back in a week's time with clear eyes. I’ll finally be able to see you.”

Riri fell silent. She eyed Syrn for a moment.

She really didn’t want her going alone.

“Do you have your dagger?”

“Yes,”

“Good.”

“Stop frowning,” Syrn commanded. “I know you are.”

“No, I’m not.” Riri scoffed.

Syrn stepped closer, placing a thumb on the corner of Riri’s lips.

“Yes you are. Stop it. Have faith in me, I’ll be back before you know it.”

Riri had to smile. “Let’s get you on your horse.” Riri and Syrn walked out to the stable, where Syrn’s horse, Lotus, was waiting.

“You take care of our girl, Lotus,” Riri petted the horse as Syrn got onto his back.

“Our?” Syrn snickers.

“If something goes wrong, please come back. If you’re not back within a week, I’m coming after you myself with weapon in hand.”

“Yes, okay.” Syrn grinned. “I’ll be back.” Was all she said before riding off with Lotus.

The journey would take two days if Lotus would stay on track. Despite her blindness, Syrn was extremely aware of her surroundings. Her hearing was heightened, thanks to the gods.

Mercy from the gods.

It was now the third day, and Syrn wasn’t where she was supposed to be. The air felt new, and it began to get cooler, then warmer, then cooler again.

“Where have you taken me, Lotus? This isn’t the path.” It began to get dark, Syrn assumed she was in a cave. She dismounted the horse and left him at the entrance. “Stay here, boy. Be good.”

Syrn walked into the cave, her hand lining the wall so she knew where she was going. It seemed cold and never ending until she bumped into a statue curated by Shuri herself. She stopped for a moment, reaching her hand up to touch the statue. She felt for eyes and a mouth. The mouth was open, and the eyes were wide. Her hands found the statues' hands. Fingers spread apart, arms extended out from their chest.

This statue was terrified.

Syrn reached for her dagger, putting it in her left hand while the right continued to trace the walls.

“What do you plan on doing with that?” A voice called out, chuckling at the dagger.

“Who’s there? Who are you?” Syrn stopped dead in her tracks. Her grip on her dagger tightened.

“I should be asking you the same. You’re in my home.” The voice echoed throughout the cave. It was hard for Syrn to pinpoint.

“I didn’t know it was yours. You see, I’m-“

“A foolish human. All you do is steal and lie.”

“I promise you, that’s not the case.”

Then there was silence. Syrn’s heart began to race.

“I can hear your heart. Are you afraid?” Shuri grabbed Syrn’s wrist from behind, stopping her from being able to use the dagger.

Syrn let out yell. “I’m not here to cause any trouble! I didn’t know this was your home, please,” she begged. “Do not hurt me. I’m just trying to find a doctor.”

“A doctor? You are quite a ways away from any town.” Shuri took the dagger and tossed it on the ground.

Syrn frowned. She knew it was to the left of her, but didn’t know how close or how far.

“I have nothing.”

“Look at me.”

“I cannot,”

“So you know who I am?”

“I do not.”

Syrn shook her head. She turned her body around to obey the stranger's command. When they locked eyes and Syrn did not scream nor turn to stone, Shuri became perplexed.

But she also became overcome by Syrn’s beauty. Her hair was in shoulder length locs, adorned by a silver cuff, holding into a ponytail. Though there wasn’t much light where they were standing, Shuri could tell her skin was the most beautiful shade of brown there was.

There was another beat of silence before Syrn spoke up again.

“Please do not hurt me.”

“…I will not.” Shuri shook her head, her eyes scanning Syrn over and over again. “What is your name?”

“Syrn,” she said, her hand never leaving the wall. Shuri took mental note of this.

“Like the sea creature,” Shuri pushed.

“My mother was obsessed over them.”

“Are you a god, Syrn?”

“No, I’m just a human.”

Another beat of silence. Syrn and Shuri continued to lock eyes. Shuri has never encountered this before. She didn’t know how to feel about it.

“What are you?”

“…I am blind.”

Shuri’s expression softened. A woman as beautiful as she was, being struck by blindness. She wondered what she had done to deserve it.

“May I ask your name?”

“You will flee once you learn it.”

“I considered fleeing when you first spoke.”

Shuri smirked, shaking her head. “Shuri.”

Syrn flinched. “The-“

“Yes. Do you want to flee?”

Syrn smiled. “No,”

“You are not like the others,” Shuri stepped closer to Syrn, staring deeply into her gray orbs.

“May I touch you?”

“Why would you want to do that?” Shuri raised a brow.

“So I can see you. May I?”

What an interesting human. She was strange in all the right ways.

Shuri loved it.

“You may.”

Syrn raised her hand slowly. “Guide my hand, please.” Shuri took Syrn’s hand, leading her to her face. She then let go.

Syrn took her time taking in Shuri’s features. She started at her jaw, feeling her scales. Her eyebrows show her emotions. She then made her way to her lips. She could feel the woman’s sharp fangs through her mouth. Then she met Shuri’s nose and cheekbones. She took her time here.

Finally, she reached Shuri’s eyes. Shuri closed them so she could feel the shape.

“What color are your eyes?”

“Yellow,” Shuri answered.

Syrn finally made her way to Shuri’s hair. Her locs were replaced with snakes. “Do not, they will bite you.”

Syrn touched them anyway. The snakes did not bite. Instead, they wrapped around Syrn’s fingers and wrist, and she couldn’t help letting out a laugh. Once Syrn was done seeing Shuri, she pulled her hand away, her smile never fading.

“Why are you grinning?” Shuri questioned.

“You’re beautiful.”

This pic got me cryin cuz it remind me of tish. Like imagine u helpin her get her hair cleaned and brushed up and you brushin to hard and u just see this 💀

The Wrong Paper (Part 6/Finale)

Part 5 Part 4 Part 3 Part 2 Part 1

“If you want Y/N’s attention, you have to do more than trash talk whoever this other girl is,” Dean said. “It’s not the flex you think it is.”

“I’m not trying to flex, I’m looking out for her!” 

“Okay, okay,” Dean said, holding up his hands in surrender. “Breathe, Scotty. Breathe. All I’m saying is don’t make it about the other girl. Make it about you. Show her why she should pick you.”

Scotty mulled over his words. She decided that she agreed with him. Maybe trying to warn you how bad Professor Shuri was for you would only increase your desire for her. Scotty could relate. Her own mother was telling her you were bad for her, yet she was undeterred. 

“You’re right. She’s at this club now, I’m gonna go and see what’s up with it,” Scotty said. She figured she couldn’t go wrong with showing interest in your interest. 

In the auditorium there were were about thirty students spread into groups. Everyone looked like they knew where they belonged. You spotted Scotty first and your face lit up. While you had mentioned the Design club to her, you didn’t think she’d care to show up. It’s basically the same thing as making and building things, you’d pitched to her. 

“What a surprise,” You said after motioning her to come over to you. 

Scotty didn’t quite agree. The way she saw it, she would go wherever you were—when she wasn’t working. Nonetheless, she let you give her a rundown. There was interior design; graphic design; fashion design; and industrial design. 

“I think you’d love the industrial design club,” You said. “You get to come up with a product’s features and form, and all of that.” 

“You know me too well,” Scotty replied with a soft smirk, moving closer to you. “Are you gonna be in the club, too?”

You smiled, noticing more of an assertive side to her. “Well, not just that because I’m overseeing everything for now. I’m helping Shur—Professor Shuri run the program, so right now I’m helping see how things are going and what the groups need, and stuff…” 

Suddenly as if on cue, Shuri walked over to you two. Scotty shot her an icy look and Shuri raised her eyebrows before chuckling to herself and focusing on you. “Hi Y/N, how’s it going?”

“Good! Just catching Scotty up. She may join.” 

Scotty looked smug, which Shuri chose to ignore. “Oh, I see. Well, I wanted to tell you, unfortunately, I have to go. Are you okay for the rest of the time? I can end it early.”

You stared at Shuri, taking in this development, and scanning the auditorium. “I think I got it…is everything okay?”

Shuri sighed and shook her head no. She glanced at Scotty who wouldn’t go away. “Walk with me, Y/N.” The two of you walked to a secluded area of the space. "So, Tasha had an accident…she’s not at the hospital, but I need to see her.”

This caught you off guard. “Oh no, what happened to her?”

“I don’t know what’s going on. I’m hearing different things. I need to get to the bottom of it and see what the hell is going on.” You nodded in understanding as you two stared at each other. 

“Well, I hope she’s okay. You go ahead. I’ll be fine here.” The last thing you wanted was for Shuri to leave, but you understood. She moved next to you, lowering her voice just for you. “Can you come with me to my office?” You saw desire flash in her eyes. Even at a time like this, she wanted to have you in any capacity. 

You laughed and she did the same.

“What?”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? You should get going.” “You know you want to kiss me, too.”

You felt your skin warm up. She did know. “It’ll only take a minute,” she said. “I have to get my things.”

“I can’t just leave.”

“Yes, you can, you’re getting ready to step in charge, and need my guidance.”

It all made sense. By appointing you as ambassador and assistant manager of some sort, it wouldn’t look suspicious for you two to interact a lot. Shuri knew what she was doing. 

“Why don’t you tell Scotty to step in? I’m sure she’ll say yes.” The professor smirked.

You turned your head to look at the front of the room where things appeared orderly enough. Scotty’s back was to you, so you couldn’t see her face. You could only imagine the thoughts running through her mind. 

“You have two minutes,” You heard Shuri say.

So as to not seem obvious, you waited until about thirty seconds passed before your legs took you to your professor’s office. She had on her overcoat and looked so smooth and irresistible as she seductively took you in. “Come here, sexy.” 

She didn’t wait for you, she tugged you forward and kissed you urgently, as she gripped your hips. Never before had someone aroused you so much with their kisses until you met Shuri. 

As you caught your breath, you managed to say, “Why must you always kiss me like that right before you have to leave?” It came out like a whine, which made you feel childish. 

“To show you what you mean to me.” Tucking her finger under your chin, she held eye contact. Did she want to make your heart flutter? It was working.

“And to drive me crazy,” you added, earning a grin.

“That too.”

“So you admit it.” 

The two of you delighted in the banter. “It’s only fair, sithwanda. You drive me crazy also…” She softly whispered and placed a light kiss under your eyes. “Thank you for the sugar. I’ll call you later.”

You tried to clean your mind during the walk back to the auditorium, however, you liked remembering your moments with Shuri. You felt like you could soar.

~~

When Shuri arrived at her house, she was met with Tasha’s family. They glowered at her in her own home. 

“Where is she?” She asked, keeping her composure, and expending her energy on what mattered. 

“In bed, where else?” One of Tasha’s sisters quipped. 

“Christine,” Tasha’s mother lectured mildly. 

Shuri hung her coat up and went to the master bedroom. Tasha was in a night gown and head wrap, visibly in pain as she laid down and attempted to watch a Nigerian talk show. She sucked her teeth upon seeing her wife.

“What happened, Tasha?” Shuri demanded, cutting to the chase. 

“Don’t expect an answer with that tone.” “Fine, then don’t tell me. Continue to make bad choices!” 

“I knoooow you are not trying to accuse someone of bad choices…if that ain’t the pot calling the kettle…have you lost your Wakandan mind?” Tasha sat up, wincing and hissing in the process. Shuri noticed. 

“This ain’t about me right now.”

“I got into an altercation, big deal. Now what I’m really mad about is that I have doctors putting me on bedrest because they think I’m stressed and acting out. I’m just a woman in a broken marriage who manages over a hundred people.”

“…Tasha, you punched your sister. Your own sister—“

“So what, sisters fight!”

“It’s not just the fighting, is it? You don’t come home until around 4 in the morning. And you still go to work. You are sleep deprived and it’s causing you to act out.”

“Why am I so called ‘acting out,’ though? Wanna talk about why that is? That my wife’s vows don’t mean shit to her! You really decided to throw us away all for some student pussy?” She argued and coughed. “I hope it was fucking worth it, Shuri.”

Shuri was quiet for sometime. “I never wanted to hurt you, Tasha,” she said sincerely. 

“You’re selfish. Period. I’ve been nothing but good to you, holding you down even when I work just as hard if not harder, and this is how you repay me? Don’t you know that ihule (slut) could run and cry harassment? You’re too smart for the dumb shit, Shuri!”

“She would never do that.”

Tasha was amazed at how quickly Shuri defended you. 

“Okay. Let’s see. I won’t be here for you when the shit goes down.”

Shuri closed her eyes. “You may hate me, but I want you to get well, Tasha. I don’t like seeing you fall apart. We have to do something.”

“Therapy.” Tasha smirked like she trusted Shuri would oppose it.

Shuri looked at her thoughtfully. She didn’t love the idea, but if it would help, she’d at least try it. “Okay. I will find us a therapist.”

“You will?” 

“Yes. Just please get some rest and drink your fluids.”

Tasha didn’t say anything. Shuri took a breath as she returned downstairs, bracing herself for another negative exchange with Tasha’s family. To her surprise, however, they had left. 

You texted Shuri that the club faired out well once she’d left. She simply liked your message and reluctantly moved on. 

~~

The judgement Scotty’s mother had for you practically wafted in the air. This had gone on for the past week when you’d show up with Scotty to her home. She would hesitantly say hi to you and give you side-eyes when she thought you were and were not looking. 

“Miss Scott, is there a problem?” You heard yourself say.

She furrowed her eyebrows like she was trying to process your question. Then she looked directly at you from her seat at the kitchen table. “There are all sorts of problems. Maybe you should be more specific.”

“I know you’re not a fan of me,” You started. She didn’t deny it, just looked at you curiously and amusedly. “The only reason I come here is because Scotty wants me to.  I’m sorry you hate our friendship so much.”

“I don’t hate you nor the friendship. I actually think you’re a nice girl. However, I don’t take well to my child falling for someone who is messing with a married woman.”

“What’s going on here?” 

The two of you turned to see Scotty deeply frowning at the kitchen entrance. 

“Y/N here started it…asked me if I have a problem.”

“It just came out, but I wasn’t trying to be rude.”

After a stretched out silence, Scotty spoke. “Y/N? Wanna tell me what happened?”

You started to speak but she pulled your arm, leading you in the living room, sitting and waiting for you to explain. “It just came out, as I said…I got tired of her hating on me.” You frowned this time. 

Scotty struggled to hold in a laugh. “My mother isn’t hating on you, silly.”

“Well, she’s definitely not loving on me.” You looked at Scotty when she turned quiet after her amusement calmed down. She looked lost in thought. “I apologize. Maybe I should stop coming here.”

“No!” Scotty quickly said. “No, you don’t have to stop. I know you’ve been unhappy this week…”

She wasn’t lying. Most of this week so far had annoyed you. And a particular gorgeous, Wakandan professor was at the center of that annoyance. What else was new?

Shuri had shared with you that she and her wife would be getting therapy. In your mind, this meant they were working on repairing their relationship. You’d decided to fall back, but what hurt was Shuri didn’t chase you. She was keeping her own distance. Her eyes would only glance at you in class. When class ended, she took so long talking to other students that you had no choice but to leave. She would stay for roughly 15 minutes in Design Club before departing (and not invite you to her office.)

You felt discarded. 

“Let’s lay down,” Scotty suggested. You let her take your hand and steer you once more. “I’ll be right back.” She most likely went to tend to her mother. As you got comfortable on Scotty’s bed, the tears came. 

When Scotty returned, she had you cry onto her chest. You inhaled her fresh laundry scent as you weepingly cuddled into her. 

“You were right.”

~~

The only reason you’d accepted Erik’s invitation to indulge another outing with his friends knowing Shuri would probably be there was because you were allowed to bring Scotty. Even still, you didn’t plan on staying long. 

This time the gathering was held at Nakia’s condo. 

“Would you look at that, Y/N got herself a lady friend!” M’Baku. “I should confess I am jealous.”

“N***a, please, you never had a chance,” Erik said.

“I probably had more of a chance than you did.”

“Ooooh,” everyone cooed.

“Actually, neither of the men could have a chance,” You said.

“That’s right, tell them, Y/N!” Nakia said while everyone collectively spoke among themselves, "ooh'ing" again. Afterwards, she showed you and Scotty to the kitchen where the catered food wrapped in foil containers awaited. Shuri was posted up with a red cup, chatting with W’Kabi and Okoye.

She stopped laughing, her eyes glued to you. Her eyes darkened when she saw Scotty before a smirk appeared. 

“You all remember Y/N, right? And her friend….”

“Scotty,” she said.

“Scotty and Y/N,” Nakia said warmly.

“Yes, the student,” Okoye said, making you blush. 

You and Scotty helped yourselves with plates and then left the kitchen, feeling awkward. You found an available seat next to an unfamiliar woman. She was beautiful.

“Hi, I’m Tasha,” she said with a vibrant smile. 

Your plate fell to the floor causing commotion. 

“It’s okay,” Scotty assured you. “I’ll make you a new one.” She went to the kitchen. 

You apologized profusely as you, Riri, and M’baku cleaned up. You were  embarrassed, so you excused yourself to the bathroom. Holding the sink, your thoughts of you being a home-wrecker barged in on you. What if Tasha wanted to fight? Somehow it didn’t compare to Shuri removing herself from your life. You wouldn’t let her see you cry, though. 

When you finally left the bathroom, you saw Tasha, who gave you a blank look before entering. You returned to the living room where everyone was watching Bad Boys. 

“Are you okay?” Scotty asked you as you sat on her lap.

You offered a soft smile and nodded. She kissed your cheek, her arm draped around your own lap. Your eyes couldn’t help to land on Shuri. Her eyes were narrowed as she looked at Scotty.

It wasn’t clear to you whether this was motivated by Shuri’s observant eyes or just purely her own desire as Scotty rubbed your thigh. 

~~

Later that night

Shuri impatiently stood behind your door. Yes, it was late, but did you have to take so long? She needed to see you and now. Your phone only rang and sent her to voicemail. She then messaged you, letting you know she was outside. 

“What are you doing here?” You glared at her, hands on your hips when you finally answered. You looked so cute in your little T-shirt and joggers that hung off your waist. 

“Obviously to see you, Y/N.”

“Well, I don’t want to see you.”

“Why are you whispering?”

“It’s 2AM!”

“Ha,” she said, inviting herself in. “Do you have someone in here?”

“That is none of your concern,” You sharply replied.

She ignored that comment and started going upstairs. You gaped at her, following behind. You hurried after her and pulled her back causing her to spin around to you. 

“Am I right? You have someone in here?”

“There is something wrong with you.”

“Answer my question, entle.” She smirked. “Who is it? Scotty?” 

“You need to stop!” You warned. “Go home to Tasha!”

“My home is not with her, it’s with you.”

“Nope! I’m not doing this. I’m not doing this with you—“ Your words died in your throat as she pinned you to the wall in the corridor. She kissed you roughly. She then softened her kisses. “I’m sorry, usana.” Her forehead rested to yours. 

“It’s too late for that. Go back to her.”

She pulled back. “No, I do not want her, I want you.” She peered at you pleadingly. “Just allow me to make it up to you, baby. Please.” She descended to her knees, holding your legs. 

“No, you’re only going to play me again. I deserve better.”

At that, she jolted up to her feet. “Who’s better? Scotty? She can’t love you like I do. We both know it.” She proceeded towards your room again, not letting you pull her back this time. She was shut up to see there wasn’t anyone in your room. You smirked widely and she took off her coat and pants, knowing you didn’t want anyone sitting on your bed in outside clothes. She stripped down to her sports bra and boxers. 

“Good girl, you know you better not have had anyone else in here.” She got in your bed holding up the covers for you to join. “I need to talk to you. Please.”

You hated that she was tempting. “Talk to me from here.”

Seeing you were serious, she agreed. “I only agreed to do therapy because I wanted to get to the root of me and Tasha’s issues. I wanted to understand how I was able to fall for someone else so quickly. It could not have just been your story. Yet that is what brought us together. It was destined. I know that now. I needed to do some deep-reflecting and, unfortunately, that involved distancing myself from you. Don’t think though that for one second, it was easy for me. It was one of the greatest challenges of my life, being away from you or being around you yet not doing anything about it. Seeing you at the function tonight really forced me to confront myself and my feelings. I should have been your date. You should’ve been sitting on my lap, cuddled in my arms. I miss the way you look at me and talk to me and touch me…the way you get shy yet freaky for me. I miss the scent of your hair and sneaking around with you on campus…but I’m a grown woman, I shouldn’t have to hide how I feel…I told Tasha that I want to move on. I wish her all the best, but I don’t see a future with her anymore. And more importantly, it’s not what I want.”

You shot her a look that said you were unconvinced, though you were in awe at what she was saying. “You really want me for me? It’s not some little fantasy for you?”

“No, usana. I wouldn’t be going the lengths I have if it was just a fantasy to me. You didn’t even look in your purse, did you?”

Your skin heated up. You had burned the bag Shuri gotten you. 

“That means no,” she laughed. 

“What did you put in it?” Your curiosity was piqued. 

“Something special from Wakanda. Why don’t you go get it and see?”

The room got quiet. Shuri sat up.

“You got rid of it,” she guessed.

“I didn’t want anything to do with you anymore.” You shrugged defensively. “You hurt me, Shuri. I was in immense pain. I felt weightless.”

She frowned deeply. “Come to me, princess, come to me.”  You didn’t move. You cried instead. She went to hold you, gently kissing your hot tears. “I’m truly sorry, Y/N. You’re right, you didn’t deserve that.”

“How do I even know I can trust you?” You pushed her arms from around you. She looked saddened and laid down. 

“I have to work to earn your trust.”

You sighed and got under your covers. This was a lot. 

“I’m not going anywhere, usana,” she said when you shut the light. "You're stuck with me."

AN: Thank you so much for reading, liking, commenting and/or reblogging! I was so into this lmao.

Rihanna ate that performance up lordd