Warnings: ANGST, like…angst man…character’s death, mentions of blood, future references…mainly angst.
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A/N: This isn’t apart of the Shuri x reader series, just one I had in my drafts…I was listening to Here With Me by d4vd while writing and editing this…I recommend you listening to it as well if you read this. and I apologize greatly to you if you do read this—enjoy🫶🏽
As soon as she showed him mercy, as soon as Namor dissapeared into the ocean, Shuri wasted no time in rushing towards you, ignoring the scorching pain to her stomach and the ache in her body and the fury she felt towards Namor. All she could think of was you.
“Ingaba ulungile?” -are you okay?- she whispered panicked, wrapping a careful but firm arm around your waist to try and help you maintain balance.
“I…I’m fine.” You nodded stiffly, mustering a small smile as you held the arm around you, leaning into the Panther’s form. “It..it isn’t as bad as it seemed.”
“Let me help…” she groaned a bit in pain, trying to take a step forward with you still in her hold.
“I can do it Shuri. I am fine.” You repeated once more, a whine followed afterwards when her arm tightened.
“My love you are shaking.” She realized, mouth drying and throat tightening. An ache rose in her chest, already feeling the sight of you being hurt gnawing at her.
“I’m fine…I just need to rest for a moment.” You breathed a bit desperately, hand tightening over her wrist as you tried settling down on the sand.
But she beat you to it, carefully helping you sit, Shuri crouching beside you as she cradled your head in support and comfort from the stones.“Yes, okay—rest. You can do that.” she nodded hesitantly, letting out a shaky breath.
“Ingaba ulungile?” -Are you okay?- You asked softly, remembering how Namor’s struck into her stomach, how she managed to pull free from it. You glanced down, noticing how the material of her suit was still in process of closing from the raw vibranium.
“I am fine…a minor injury if I must say now that the herb is in my system.” She winced, her free hand ghosting over the spot.
“Do you think it will heal fast now with the herb?” You raised a hand, thumb stroking over the small injury on her cheek.
“A theory.” She nodded leaning into your touch. “Maybe in a few days…or hours if I attend to it soon.” She assured, hand raising to stroke over your forehead not caring for anything right now, besides you. “Are you certain you’re okay, Y/N—“
You watch as her ebony eyes widen slightly, fear seeping into them as her lips parted. “Intoni?”-what?- you question, brows knitting in confusion as you tried to sit up straight.
But a pained groan erupted from you and she was quick to hold you down, head shaking rapidly as she smiled weakly but the tears still gathered in realization, holding you a bit closer.
“Nothing, my love…I just realized how bad I must look to you after what you saw.” She gently half lied, anguish slightly written across her face, watching how dirt sprawled over the brown of your cheeks, a few injuries on your skin but still managed to look so beautiful.
Your eyes skimmed over her face, for you knew what she spoke of. “You did not, Shuri wam.”- My Shuri- Your thumb trailed to between her brows, soothing the crease there. “You were angry…and hurt. Anyone would have done the exact thing you did if they were in your place.” You muttered, eyes half closing but smiled nonetheless.
She returned it before calling for Griot. “How much time is left?” She questioned shakily, watching as your eyes flickered open with the same confusion.
“Not much…vitals are currently weak—help is on the way, but the engines are broken and by the time they arrive it’d be too late, Panther.” The Ai’s voice spoke, if it were possible he sounded almost in distress.
As you asked what they both meant, her broken gaze traveled down to your abdomen, a pool of red gushing and seeping through your torn suit.
“Nothing, Y/N/N…Can you stand for me love? Just for a moment—no better yet I will return okay?” She tried to keep her voice balanced, to push down the pain bubbling as she started to stand.
But you reached for her arm, gripping a bit. “Hey, Shuri, no…” You brought her face back to look at you and gave him a little dazed smile. “Don’t go. Please. Just stay with me, okay?”
“You need help.” Her voice grew ragged. “You need to see someone. I can’t…I can’t fix you without my lab, I cannot fix this Y/N—help is on the way—“
“You don’t need to fix me, Shuri.” You shook your head taking her hand in yours. “You heard Griot.” You spoke. “By then it’d be too late.”
Her face crumbled at how you knew, but you only smiled. “I just need to rest for a moment.”
“It’s okay, take your time and rest okay?” Shuri smiled brokenly, retracting the vibranium around her hand so her bare touch could stroke your head, gently leading to your temple and cheek.
The sound of the Sea Leapard grew clearly in her new senses as it tried to move, war cries being heard and she could hear the slightest call of both your names. But she didn’t care right now.
“You should go, my love. They are waiting for their protector to take them home.” You said quietly as you glanced over her shoulder, seeing the big ship coming towards the deserted area, catching a small glimpse of the Talokanil as well. Though Shuri’s face blocked the view, looking at you so tenderly and fragile.
“Hayi -no-. I’m gonna stay with you until you feel well enough to walk…until you’ve rested, okay?” She says as quietly as you, hearing your slow and quiet breathing drift away bit by bit, a hand cradling your face while the other managed to get you close as possible, holding you to her chest.
“But there’s a lot of them coming…waiting for you.” You protest lightly, gazing up at her through your lashes, fingers loosely around her wrist while the other rose to touch her disheveled corn rows, taking the time to bask how the unruly hair felt.
She managed a smile shaking her head. “They are waiting for you and me…but do not worry about them. As long as you’re here with me, it’s alright, okay?” She hummed, gently massaging your scalp.
“Shuri…” you whispered, a warmth and drain spreading across your body.
“Heyi -no- Do not use that tone right now. Please.” She tried saying firmly, but you felt the quivers of her body reflecting in her voice, holding you a bit tighter.
“Ndiyakuthanda, Shuri.” -I love you.- you continued as tears warped your vision, both your hands around her wrists now.
“I know you do, Y/N.” She whispered, gazing over your face as her palms cupped your face. “But please, they are on their way and we are going to be able to take you back to my lab to heal you okay—“
“Shuri.” You spoke pointedly. “You heard Griot. The ship is damaged now, come on, baby.”
“No.” She whimpered out, forehead pressing desperately against your own as her hands now shook against your face. Trying to cling to the false twinge of hope in her heart. Trying to keep the last of her light from not seeping through her fingers.
“They will fix it, Nakia will find a way to, M’Baku will find a way—“
A weak laugh left you, shaking your head against hers. “M’Baku is not as smart enough to fix such a problem, baby…they’re not going to make it.” You took in a faint bubble of air ghosting your lungs. “I’m not gonna make it.” You whispered too truthfully for her likings.
Shuri’s face scrunched up in misery, as she’s done many times these past months. Tears welled in her eyes, cleaning the dirt and debris off her brown skin as they rolled down her face, lips quivering.
“Hey…you have cried far too many tears, my love. Just hold me now and bask that I am with you. It will be alright.”
“Hayi -no-.” She cried softly, feeling her forehead crease. “You are hurt. I will not be able to save you, like I haven’t been able to save the ones I love—I will lose you. It is not alright!”
“It is alright, Shuri wam. Because i am in the arms of my first love. The first and only girl I ever loved.” Your voice began to shake as your body grew weaker. Shuri cradled you in her arms and stroked your head to make it as comfortable as possible, to make herself feel some kind of condolence.
“And it is my favorite place to be.” You sighed out as a single tear strid down your cheek, nuzzling into her touch.
“Stay here with me, please?” She pleaded. “Keep your eyes open for me, yes? Let me see them, intombi entle -pretty girl- just look at me…”
“You are going to do great things, Shuri.” You smile softly at her, pulling away to look into her eyes. “I cannot wait to see how the Black Panther protects our country.”
“And you are going to be right there with me, protecting it alongside me.” She insisted. “We are going to get through this, and live a life together with no more pain and mourn.”
“Ukuthembisa?” -Promise?-You asked as a bit blood began to seep out of your mouth, coughing a bit.
“Ndiyathembisa.- I promise- We will visit many countries outside Wakanda. Like how we said we would when we were little, yeah? We can go anywhere you like.” She said with a little smile, stroking the blood away with her thumb.
“We should go to France—where T’Challa took us and we had our first kiss.” You grin a bit before it slowly fell. “I take that back… they’re onto us and I do not think we need that— how about Dubai after Haiti?”
“Ewe -yes-, we can go to Dubai and Haiti.” She nodded frantically. “And we can visit Haiti, And we can get married.”
“You want to get married?“ you chirp, wide grin returning as tears streamed down your cheeks, your faint heartbeat picking up for a slight moment.
She let out a teary chuckle nodding. “And once we get you back to Wakanda, I will show you the rings I have created for us both, with the beautifulest carvings and stoned embedded in them.”
Your doe eyes widen at her confession, warming up even more at how much you love this girl. “Of course you’ve made the rings…did you get any help?” You asked caressing her cheek.
She smiled a bit nodding. “Mother and T’Challa…he helped me before everything happened, love.”
More tears pooled your eyes, both of you sniffling at her words, words silently exchanged. “Could Aneka…and Nakia help me with my dress? Could she come to the wedding? And Okoye too? Even M’Baku…he can help with the heavy stuff, no?”
“Ewe, yes my beautiful love.” She chuckled softly. “They can come and help, and Nakia and Aneka will help you dress far more gorgeous than you already are, and have the most amazing celebration with our people. We will live in Wakanda, helping our people, leading them to a better future together, and as long as we have each other we will have everything we need. Never leaving.”
“Can we have a vacation home in Haiti? Can you make a balcony with the ocean’s view?” You asked, a cute lace of hope in your voice.
“Ewe -yes-, of course.” She scoffed playfully. “A big home near Nakia’s, with a big balcony like in those American rom-coms you adore watching. We can even act out a few dramatic things like in those drama films.”
“Like Shakespeare?” You hoped, dim brown eyes gaining a spark as she nodded eagerly. “Anything you desire, Y/N.”
“That sounds really nice, love.” You sigh softly, your temple pressing against her cheek as the edges of your vision began to darken.
“Yes it will be. And we can have children, yeah?” She asked, stroking her nose over your subtle and faint skin. “Two of each, just like we discussed.” She promised, hearing the hum twined with a smile you created.
“We will name them after T’Challa…and your Baba…and Queen Mother…and my sister.” You whispered softly, Shuri’s heartstrings being tugged on as a chuckle and sob left her.
“And they will have the strong facial structure and beautiful mind of their mama Shuri.“ your fingers and eyes stroked over her face; taking in the shape and color of her eyes and lovely lips; the structure of her cheeks and jaw; the softest smile looming across her face; doing the same thing you were doing seconds ago.
“Ewe…and they’ll have the eyes and beautiful smile and heart as their mommy Y/N.” Her smile grew as yours did as well, stroking over her brows.
“You will be a great mother, Shuri.” You told her, staring at her with so much love for a future beyond of your grasps. “Our children will be so lucky and blessed.”
“I am going to be the best mother in the world alongside you. Because you made me a better girl…a better woman. You taught me how to be good after everything that has happened, Y/N wam.” She confessed, kissing your cheek.
“You were always good, baby. I cannot take all the credit..very least thank your family.” You chuckle before taking in a sharp breath, eyes shutting for a split moment.
The kimoyo bead she had put—without you noticing—to try and sustain the pain no longer doing anything for you.
“Ingaba ibuhlungu? -Does it hurt?- Shuri gulped as she tried not to look at the large pool of blood that had now tainted over the light brown sand.
“Hayi -no- Shuri. I do not feel pain anymore.” You smiled softly at your love as you lied to spare her feelings, to spare her the guilt.
“That is good.” She nodded, pretending to believe you to spare your own feelings. She began to hum a lullaby your mother once sang to you both, the hum soon turning into a song you happened to love from the internet, gently rocking you in her toned arms.
With her advanced hearing, she could hear that you were barely breathing at that point. The extent of your wounds were too severe, and Shuri was already with the heart clenching knowledge that you were nearing the end.
“Shuri?” You asked quietly, your voice barely audible but she could hear the slight fear, the sadness, the pain, the love and hurt in that one whisper of her name.
“Yes? I am here.” She assured you as she stroked your face, staring into your glossed eyes.
“Can you kiss me, love? I think you should…as a goodbye. I do not want you feeling regret.” You stuttered your sentence out as you gasped for air, clutching onto her.
Her head shook, a broken sob heaving. “I cannot, Y/N.” She croaked. “I do not want to say goodbye…not again.”
“Do not worry, Shuri…we will see each other again when the time comes, yeah?” You manage to give her a weak smile, lips tinted with your own blood.
Shuri wiped her face from the tears she knew were going to cascade any moment again, nodding with a sniffle before craning her neck to give you a broken, tearful kiss. Not caring for the taste of blood, only basking in one last time of your lips. Of you, trying to give you one of her breaths as if it will help, grasping your face in a gentle desperate matter as you tried meeting her halfway.
When she pulled away, her forehead resumed in resting against yours, ember brown eyes open and gazing into your own.
“Ndiyakuthanda, Shuri wam.” You whispered laying in her arms. -I love you.-
“Ndikuthanda, Y/N wam.” She stroked from your temples to your cheeks and jaw. “And if it’s right…I don’t care how long it takes…as long as I’m with you I’ve got a smile on my face…”she sang softly, her voice cracking into a soft sob.
“Save your tears…it will be okay.” You sang back, her lips rising to kiss desperately over your forehead, once. Twice. Three…you lost count.
“Can Griot play it? One more time? The sunset goes nicely with this, Shuri.” You sigh out, smiling softly as she placed little kisses over every part of your face.
“Anything for you , my love…Griot, you heard her.”
“Yes, Princess. Right away, Y/N/N…” he spoke lightly, both of you smiling at the nickname he’d grown habit to.
“Enkosi, Griot…Enkosi Shuri.” You sighed contentedly as you stared into her eyes. Your blinking got slower and slower until they managed to stay open for the shortest moment, telling Shuri that it was it was time.
“Enkosi, Y/N.” She cried as she held your lifeless frame. “Enkosi, my love…”she chanted brokenly, ignoring the nearby ship and footsteps rushing your way.
“All I know is you’re here with me...” Shuri hummed as she rocked back and forth with you in her arms, basking in the sunset’s light shining down on you.
Shuri ignored the calls, everything becoming a background as she gazed down at you, tears cascading her cheeks down to your own skin, the song Griot had on repeat being hummed into your ear.
“All I know is you’re here with me.” She told you softly once it ended. “You’re here with me…”
