A/N: Just the Prologue and some of the first Chapter.
Thulani - Shuri
Ayola - Reader
Prologue
In these fields where my gardens grow,
lie truths too deep for wind to know.
The roots keep secrets, dark and tight—
yet still, the flowers reach for light.
— Ayola
⸻
The wind moved through the garden like a woman in mourning—low, deliberate, and heavy with memory.
Ayola stood barefoot in the soil of Eluhlathini, her robe brushing her ankles, her hands cupped around a bowl of tea gone lukewarm. The scent of crushed mint and red clay mingled with the breath of the night. Moonlight spilled across the garden beds, silvering the leaves of umhlonyane, imphepho, wild basil, and bitter aloe.
Each one knew her name.
Each one had seen what she had buried.
She exhaled slowly, grounding herself in the pulse of the earth below her. But tonight the wind didn’t calm her. It whispered. It pulled. It carried a scent she hadn’t felt in years—salt, iron, and smoke.
Her grip tightened around the bowl.
Then it came.
Not a memory.
Not a dream.
A vision.
It began with water.
She was inside Thulani again—inside her fury, her sorrow, her impossible stillness. A man’s naked body thrashed beneath Thulani’s hands, his limbs striking out blindly. Her grip was iron. Her eyes were hollow.
Soulless.
Ayola saw what Thulani saw—not him, not his fear, but what he mirrored back: years of heartbreak. Grief layered upon grief. The echo of every moment the world had taken something from her and left nothing in return. Tragedy.
Bubbles rushed from the man’s mouth and nose. His eyes widened in shock, then dulled. The fight left his limbs. Blood tinted the water in red spirals. Thulani’s sleeves were submerged—soaked through and dark—but she didn’t flinch.
A single tear fell from her cheek.
Not from regret.
From relief.
And then, a slow smile.
It was over.
All the bodies. All the years. All for this.
But peace never stayed long.
A shot rang out—sharp, final.
Thulani’s body jerked. A cry caught in her throat. Her eyes widened as a bloom of pain spread across her side. She gasped for air that didn’t come.
And Ayola was there.
Not in the garden. Not in the present. There. In the tub, beside her. Ethereal. Untouched. The way Thulani remembered her. She leaned close, kissed her, whispered something only the dying ever hear.sorry.
I. I’m sorry. I—I’m s-so sorry. S—Sthandwa…” Thulani rasped.rasped.
Her body slid down the side of the clawfoot tub, bloody and breathless. The door burst open. Voices. Guns. Orders shouted like thunder. People swarmed around them, but Thulani’s eyes saw only Ayola.
She reached out—not for help, but for her weapon. Her fingers curled around the Glock at her side.
She lifted it. Closed her eyes.
“I love you.”
Ayola choked on her breath and stumbled back from the vision. Her bowl of tea slipped from her hands and shattered at her feet, spilling across the dirt like blood.
The wind had gone still.
Only the scent of mint lingered in the dark.
Chapter One
“Blood remembers.”
The streets of Qhamani had grown too quiet.
This kind of silence never meant peace—it meant war had finished speaking and left it’s dead behind.
Atop the hill, where her family burned their dead, Thulani Mavuso stood alone.
She remembered her first memorial. Remembered asking her mother why they burned the bodies of their loved ones.
“We do not bury our dead beneath the ground. We burn them so the rage cannot follow them.” She’d said
The crowd behind her had gathered in shadows: gang leaders in black silk, old women with gold teeth and secrets, cousins with tear-stained cheeks and tucked pistols.
But no one stood beside her.
No one ever did.
She was tall, with the kind of beauty that felt like a weapon.
Dark skin like polished earth, high cheekbones, full lips that curled like they knew something you didn’t. She wore her grief in tight braids and a long black coat that kissed the dirt when she walked. Her eyes—deep, sharp, unreadable—cut through the smoke like blade tips.
Even the flames bowed to her.
The wood cracked beneath her brother’s body.
Her mother knelt at the edge of the fire, whispering prayer. Thulani said nothing. She hadn’t spoken since the call came two days ago.
Her brother.
Zuko.
Gone.
The only soul who ever knew how to soothe her storms.
The only one who made her laugh so hard she forgot who she was supposed to be.
Now he was smoke in the wind.
She watched her mother stand from the fire steps heavy with grief as she approached her daughter. Thulani stood at the edge of her brother’s funeral pyre, lips pressed shut, a calm facade etched into her striking features. The smoke rose in long black ribbons. The crowd behind her wept. Wailed. Prayed.
She burned.
Not just with grief—but with knowing.
Her brother hadn’t died in some random street hit.
He’d been set up.
Slaughtered in daylight like he was disposable.
And Thulani knew exactly who’d lit the match.
She could still hear the stammer in his voice that last night.
The way he’d hugged her a second too long.
Like he knew.
And the way the silence had fallen over the compound when word came—
Not like grief.
Like guilt.
Like secrets finally cracking open.
Now, as mourners shuffled through the family home with downcast eyes and whispers sweetened with fear, Thulani sat still, a silent tremor beneath her skin.
“Stay close,” her mother whispered, wrapping a shawl tighter around her shoulders. Her hands lingered, knowing something was shifting in the air between them—something ancient and irreversible.
“I need air,” Thulani lied.
“Thula—”
“I won’t be long.”
But she didn’t walk into the air.
She walked into the dark.
She changed before she went.
Out of the mourning dress and into black jeans and a leather jacket stolen from Zuko’s closet.
She left her face bare—no mask. Let them see her coming. Let them remember what vengeance looks like with glossed lips and blood in her smile.
She left the service before the last ember dimmed.
Slipped out like smoke herself—no footsteps, no goodbye.
She walked past the mourners, and they parted like water.
Not because of grief.
Because of her.
The girl who once smashed a boy’s arm for slapping her friend in primary school.
The girl who knew how to hotwire a car before she could braid her own hair.
The girl who smiled when she fought—like rage was the only thing that made her feel real.
And now that girl had lost the last person tethering her to softness.
Down the back steps, Through the garden that had long since dried out. Past the courtyard where they used to race each other as kids, barefoot and wild. Through the gate her brother had fixed himself, just weeks ago.
Each step was soaked in memory.
Each breath fed the fire.
She had never been the fragile one.
She’d been bred with too much edge, taught too much too early—
Where to shoot, how to lead, how to break a body with silence.
Now the only thing keeping her upright was rage.
Not the kind that boiled.
The kind that calcified.
Sharp. Cold. Precise.
She didn’t need to think.
She knew exactly where to go.
⸻
Sipho Nyanda.
She’d seen his name in every flame.
He used to run with her father. Eat at their table.
Now he ran guns behind their back and plotted with their enemies.
He was supposed to die in the crossfire.
Instead, he lived—and her father and brother bled.
No one could prove it.
But Thulani didn’t need proof.
She had instinct.
And instinct had never lied to her before.
⸻
She walked ten blocks through back alleys. Past street vendors, betting parlors, girls who called out in drunken awe:
“Damn, Mavuso… you lookin’ to kill somebody or seduce ‘em?”
She didn’t answer. Just smirked—and kept walking.
Her swagger was its own language.
⸻
The mansion was lit up like a casino.
Sipho had guests. Women. Loud music. Loud lies.
She didn’t care.
She stepped out of the shadows eyes calm, steps deliberate.
No one saw her. No one ever did until it was too late.
She crouched beside the cherry-red sports car he’d posted on every platform.
A gift from a man already dead—her father.
She pulled the fuel canister from her coat like it was perfume.
Uncapped it. Poured it slow.
Made sure it reached the tires, the undercarriage, the pavement beneath.
She struck the match with reverence.
Like it was prayer.
Then she lit the whole thing.
The fire bloomed fast.
Hungry.
Violent.
Just like her.
Inside, the music stuttered. Screams followed.
He stormed out barefoot, shirtless, gold chain swinging, phone clutched in one hand like it could save him.
“What the—?! Who the fuck—!”
Then he saw her.
She stood at the edge of the drive, face half-lit by the flames.
Hands in her pockets.
Not running. Not hiding.
He looked up—and met her eyes.
And for the first time in his miserable, loud little life—
Sipho fell silent.
“Thulani?”
She stepped forward. One hand behind her back. One boot crunching glass.
“Tell me, Sipho… do you believe in ghosts?”
“Girl—whatever you think you know—”
She struck first.
⸻
He went down swinging, but he wasn’t her.
She was fury in the form of a girl. She was bruised knuckles and brass-ringed fingers. She was grief that refused to die quietly.
By the time they dragged her off him, her lip was split, her eyes were clear, and her hands dripped red.
She didn’t flinch when her mother arrived.
Didn’t speak.
Didn’t cry.
Just stood there, silent and still, as if the worst had already happened—and this was mercy.
Her mother arrived before the police.
A black coat wrapped around her like armor, sunglasses hiding red-rimmed eyes.
She stepped over the shards of glass, past the whimpering guards, and stopped in front of Thulani—who was sitting calmly on the hood of a scorched car, her knuckles still wet.
For a long moment, they just looked at each other.
The resemblance between them was unmistakable: same proud jawline, same almond eyes, same air of regality.
But where her mother had learned to hide her sharpness behind silk and diplomacy, Thulani wore hers openly—like a flame dancing on her skin.
“What did you do?” her mother asked, voice shaking just enough to betray fear.
“What I had to,” Thulani answered, voice low. Calm. Distant.
Her mother stepped closer, heels crunching over ash.
“Do you think this makes you strong?” she hissed. “Beating a man to death in front of half the city?”
“He killed Zuko.”
“You don’t know that—”
“I do.”
Her voice cracked then. Just a little.
But she caught it before it shattered. She always did.
“I know it the same way I knew when Daddy wasn’t coming home. The same way I knew you’d never touch a gun but always knew who pulled the trigger.”
Her mother looked away.
“You are not the judge, Thulani. You are not the god of these streets.”
Thulani stood. Strong. Dangerous. Blood staining her cuffs like ink.
“Then what am I?”
Silence.
“You think this is justice? That baby inside—he has a family too.”
“Zuko was my family,” Thulani snapped. “My blood. My big brother. And he died scared and alone, I’m supposed to let the man who betrayed us drank champagne with his whores while we mourn!”
Her mother’s jaw tightened.
“I should’ve locked you up the first time I saw it in you. That fire. That hunger. I thought your father could teach you control. But he only taught you how to win.”
“He taught me not to be prey.”
“You’re not prey, Thula. You’re a goddamn bomb.”
They stood there in the smoke of what they’d both lost—husbands, sons, fathers, brothers—too broken to reach for one another, too proud to fall apart in public.
Then, quietly, her mother said:
“Get in the car.”
Thulani didn’t move.
“What now? You gonna kill me too?”
Her mother blinked, like she’d been slapped.
“No,” she said, voice soft. Too soft.
“I’m going to hide you. Until I can figure out how to save what’s left of you.”
The lockup came quietly.
The driver didn’t ask questions. The guards didn’t look her in the eye.
A house on the edge of nowhere. Security. Isolation.
Her mother stood in the doorway, wrapped in sorrow.
“I don’t know what else to do with you,” she whispered.
Thulani just laughed.
Low. Slow. Like it wasn’t funny—but it was true.
“Then don’t do anything,” she said. “Just leave me be.”
The door closed behind her.
And for the first time in her life, Qhamani exhaled.
But Thulani Mavuso wasn’t gone.
She was waiting.
The Ask
The scent of imphepho drifted through the room, curling into the corners like memory. Candles flickered against clay walls. Mam’Zandi sat with her back straight, a wool shawl over her shoulders, eyes calm and patient as the soil she cultivated.
Across from her sat Nobantu Mavuso, a woman draped in mourning silks, too powerful to look small — and yet today, she did. Her hands trembled slightly as she lifted the teacup Mam’Zandi had placed in front of her.
“We’ve exhausted every avenue,” Nobantu said, her voice steady, though grief edged each word. “My daughter is brilliant. Gifted beyond measure. But she is… unstable. And we’re running out of time.”
Mam’Zandi said nothing, only watching. Her silence was not empty — it was invitation.
“We’ve heard your granddaughter, Ayola, is skilled with herbs. With balance. With healing that goes deeper than the body. I’ve come to ask… if she might be willing to help our Thulani.”
The old woman’s hands, weathered by years in the garden and at the altar, folded neatly in her lap.
“Help how?” she asked gently.
“To create something—an herb, a tonic, anything—to ground her. To slow the storm inside her before it becomes something none of us can contain.”
Mam’Zandi didn’t blink.
“Your daughter is feared,” she said, voice even. “Some say she is cursed. Others say she was born of wrath. Do you believe she can be helped?”
Nobantu hesitated. Then:
“I believe she is not a monster. She’s a girl who has lost too much, too quickly. Her brother, her father… We raised her to be a weapon. And now she doesn’t know how to be anything else.”
Mam’Zandi nodded slowly, glancing toward the hallway where Ayola had gone quiet.
“I will not command my granddaughter’s path. She walks with her own ancestors now. But I will ask her. And if she says yes, we will move carefully.”
“Her safety—” Nobantu began.
“—is mine to protect,” Mam’Zandi finished, not unkindly. “You are asking her to walk into fire. We do not take that lightly.”
Nobantu stood, smoothing the folds of her dark skirt.
“Thank you, Mam’Zandi.”
The old woman only inclined her head.
From the shadows, Ayola listened—heart thudding, hands curled into the cotton of her dress.
The name Thulani Mavuso rang through her bones like a bell.
And somehow, she already knew:
Their paths had already begun to tangle, long before this meeting.
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A/N: Just the Prologue and some of the first Chapter.
Thulani - Shuri
Ayola - Reader
Prologue
In these fields where my gardens grow,
lie truths too deep for wind to know.
The roots keep secrets, dark and tight
yet still, the flowers reach for light.
— Ayola
⸻
The wind moved through the garden like a woman in mourning, low, deliberate, and heavy with memory.
Ayola stood barefoot in the soil of Eluhlathini, her robe brushing her ankles, her hands cupped around a bowl of tea gone lukewarm. The scent of crushed mint and red clay mingled with the breath of the night. Moonlight spilled across the garden beds, silvering the leaves of umhlonyane, imphepho, wild basil, and bitter aloe.
Each one knew her name.
Each one had seen what she had buried.
She exhaled slowly, grounding herself in the pulse of the earth below her. But tonight the wind didn’t calm her. It whispered. It pulled. It carried a scent she hadn’t felt in years, salt, iron, and smoke.
Her grip tightened around the bowl.
Then it came.
Not a memory.
Not a dream.
A vision.
It began with water.
She was inside Thulani again, inside her fury, her sorrow, her impossible stillness. A man’s naked body thrashed beneath Thulani’s hands, his limbs striking out blindly. Her grip was iron. Her eyes were hollow.
Soulless.
Ayola saw what Thulani saw, not him, not his fear, but what he mirrored back: years of heartbreak. Grief layered upon grief. The echo of every moment the world had taken something from her and left nothing in return. Tragedy.
Bubbles rushed from the man’s mouth and nose. His eyes widened in shock, then dulled. The fight left his limbs. Blood tinted the water in red spirals. Thulani’s sleeves were submerged, soaked through and dark, but she didn’t flinch.
A single tear fell from her cheek.
Not from regret.
From relief.
And then, a slow smile.
It was over.
All the bodies. All the years. All for this.
But peace never stayed long.
A shot rang out—sharp, final.
Thulani’s body jerked. A cry caught in her throat. Her eyes widened as a bloom of pain spread across her side. She gasped for air that didn’t come.
And Ayola was there.
Not in the garden. Not in the present. There. In the tub, beside her. Ethereal. Untouched. The way Thulani remembered her. She leaned close, kissed her, whispered something only the dying ever hear.sorry.
I. I’m sorry. I—I’m s-so sorry. S—Sthandwa…” Thulani rasped.rasped.
Her body slid down the side of the clawfoot tub, bloody and breathless. The door burst open. Voices. Guns. Orders shouted like thunder. People swarmed around them, but Thulani’s eyes saw only Ayola.
She reached out, not for help, but for her weapon. Her fingers curled around the Glock at her side.
She lifted it. Closed her eyes.
“I love you.”
Ayola choked on her breath and stumbled back from the vision. Her bowl of tea slipped from her hands and shattered at her feet, spilling across the dirt like blood.
The wind had gone still.
Only the scent of mint lingered in the dark.
Chapter One
“Blood remembers.”
The streets of Qhamani had grown too quiet.
This kind of silence never meant peace—it meant war had finished speaking and left it’s dead behind.
Atop the hill, where her family burned their dead, Thulani Mavuso stood alone.
She remembered her first memorial. Remembered asking her mother why they burned the bodies of their loved ones.
“We do not bury our dead beneath the ground. We burn them so the rage cannot follow them.” She’d said
The crowd behind her had gathered in shadows: gang leaders in black silk, old women with gold teeth and secrets, cousins with tear-stained cheeks and tucked pistols.
But no one stood beside her.
No one ever did.
She was tall, with the kind of beauty that felt like a weapon.
Dark skin like polished earth, high cheekbones, full lips that curled like they knew something you didn’t. She wore her grief in tight braids and a long black coat that kissed the dirt when she walked. Her eyes,deep, sharp, unreadable, cut through the smoke like blade tips.
Even the flames bowed to her.
The wood cracked beneath her brother’s body.
Her mother knelt at the edge of the fire, whispering prayer. Thulani said nothing. She hadn’t spoken since the call came two days ago.
Her brother.
Zuko.
Gone.
The only soul who ever knew how to soothe her storms.
The only one who made her laugh so hard she forgot who she was supposed to be.
Now he was smoke in the wind.
She watched her mother stand from the fire steps heavy with grief as she approached her daughter. Thulani stood at the edge of her brother’s funeral pyre, lips pressed shut, a calm facade etched into her striking features. The smoke rose in long black ribbons. The crowd behind her wept. Wailed. Prayed.
She burned.
Not just with grief, but with knowing.
Her brother hadn’t died in some random street hit.
He’d been set up.
Slaughtered in daylight like he was disposable.
And Thulani knew exactly who’d lit the match.
She could still hear the stammer in his voice that last night.
The way he’d hugged her a second too long.
Like he knew.
And the way the silence had fallen over the compound when word came—
Not like grief.
Like guilt.
Like secrets finally cracking open.
Now, as mourners shuffled through the family home with downcast eyes and whispers sweetened with fear, Thulani sat still, a silent tremor beneath her skin.
“Stay close,” her mother whispered, wrapping a shawl tighter around her shoulders. Her hands lingered, knowing something was shifting in the air between them, something ancient and irreversible.
“I need air,” Thulani lied.
“Thula—”
“I won’t be long.”
But she didn’t walk into the air.
She walked into the dark.
She changed before she went.
Out of the mourning dress and into black jeans and a leather jacket stolen from Zuko’s closet.
She left her face bare, no mask. Let them see her coming. Let them remember what vengeance looks like with glossed lips and blood in her smile.
She left the service before the last ember dimmed.
Slipped out like smoke herself no footsteps, no goodbye.
She walked past the mourners, and they parted like water.
Not because of grief.
Because of her.
The girl who once smashed a boy’s arm for slapping her friend in primary school.
The girl who knew how to hotwire a car before she could braid her own hair.
The girl who smiled when she fought—like rage was the only thing that made her feel real.
And now that girl had lost the last person tethering her to softness.
Down the back steps, Through the garden that had long since dried out. Past the courtyard where they used to race each other as kids, barefoot and wild. Through the gate her brother had fixed himself, just weeks ago.
Each step was soaked in memory.
Each breath fed the fire.
She had never been the fragile one.
She’d been bred with too much edge, taught too much too early,
Where to shoot, how to lead, how to break a body with silence.
Now the only thing keeping her upright was rage.
Not the kind that boiled.
The kind that calcified.
Sharp. Cold. Precise.
She didn’t need to think.
She knew exactly where to go.
⸻
Sipho Nyanda.
She’d seen his name in every flame.
He used to run with her father. Eat at their table.
Now he ran guns behind their back and plotted with their enemies.
He was supposed to die in the crossfire.
Instead, he lived, and her father and brother bled.
No one could prove it.
But Thulani didn’t need proof.
She had instinct.
And instinct had never lied to her before.
⸻
She walked ten blocks through back alleys. Past street vendors, betting parlors, girls who called out in drunken awe:
“Damn, Mavuso… you lookin’ to kill somebody or seduce ‘em?”
She didn’t answer. Just smirked, and kept walking.
Her swagger was its own language.
⸻
The mansion was lit up like a casino.
Sipho had guests. Women. Loud music. Loud lies.
She didn’t care.
She stepped out of the shadows eyes calm, steps deliberate.
No one saw her. No one ever did until it was too late.
She crouched beside the cherry-red sports car he’d posted on every platform.
A gift from a man already dead, her father.
She pulled the fuel canister from her coat like it was perfume.
Uncapped it. Poured it slow.
Made sure it reached the tires, the undercarriage, the pavement beneath.
She struck the match with reverence.
Like it was prayer.
Then she lit the whole thing.
The fire bloomed fast.
Hungry.
Violent.
Just like her.
Inside, the music stuttered. Screams followed.
He stormed out barefoot, shirtless, gold chain swinging, phone clutched in one hand like it could save him.
“What the—?! Who the fuck—!”
Then he saw her.
She stood at the edge of the drive, face half-lit by the flames.
Hands in her pockets.
Not running. Not hiding.
He looked up and met her eyes.
And for the first time in his miserable, loud little life—
Sipho fell silent.
“Thulani?”
She stepped forward. One hand behind her back. One boot crunching glass.
“Tell me, Sipho… do you believe in ghosts?”
“Girl, whatever you think you know—”
She struck first.
⸻
He went down swinging, but he wasn’t her.
She was fury in the form of a girl. She was bruised knuckles and brass-ringed fingers. She was grief that refused to die quietly.
By the time they dragged her off him, her lip was split, her eyes were clear, and her hands dripped red.
She didn’t flinch when her mother arrived.
Didn’t speak.
Didn’t cry.
Just stood there, silent and still, as if the worst had already happened and this was mercy.
Her mother arrived before the police.
A black coat wrapped around her like armor, sunglasses hiding red-rimmed eyes.
She stepped over the shards of glass, past the whimpering guards, and stopped in front of Thulani who was sitting calmly on the hood of a scorched car, her knuckles still wet.
For a long moment, they just looked at each other.
The resemblance between them was unmistakable: same proud jawline, same almond eyes, same air of regality.
But where her mother had learned to hide her sharpness behind silk and diplomacy, Thulani wore hers openly, like a flame dancing on her skin.
“What did you do?” her mother asked, voice shaking just enough to betray fear.
“What I had to,” Thulani answered, voice low. Calm. Distant.
Her mother stepped closer, heels crunching over ash.
“Do you think this makes you strong?” she hissed. “Beating a man to death in front of half the city?”
“He killed Zuko.”
“You don’t know that—”
“I do.”
Her voice cracked then. Just a little.
But she caught it before it shattered. She always did.
“I know it the same way I knew when Daddy wasn’t coming home. The same way I knew you’d never touch a gun but always knew who pulled the trigger.”
Her mother looked away.
“You are not the judge, Thulani. You are not the god of these streets.”
Thulani stood. Strong. Dangerous. Blood staining her cuffs like ink.
“Then what am I?”
Silence.
“You think this is justice? That baby inside he has a family too.”
“Zuko was my family,” Thulani snapped. “My blood. My big brother. And he died scared and alone, I’m supposed to let the man who betrayed us drank champagne with his whores while we mourn!”
Her mother’s jaw tightened.
“I should’ve locked you up the first time I saw it in you. That fire. That hunger. I thought your father could teach you control. But he only taught you how to win.”
“He taught me not to be prey.”
“You’re not prey, Thula. You’re a goddamn bomb.”
They stood there in the smoke of what they’d both lost husbands, sons, fathers, brothers too broken to reach for one another, too proud to fall apart in public.
Then, quietly, her mother said:
“Get in the car.”
Thulani didn’t move.
“What now? You gonna kill me too?”
Her mother blinked, like she’d been slapped.
“No,” she said, voice soft. Too soft.
“I’m going to hide you. Until I can figure out how to save what’s left of you.”
The lockup came quietly.
The driver didn’t ask questions. The guards didn’t look her in the eye.
A house on the edge of nowhere. Security. Isolation.
Her mother stood in the doorway, wrapped in sorrow.
“I don’t know what else to do with you,” she whispered.
Thulani just laughed.
Low. Slow. Like it wasn’t funny, but it was true.
“Then don’t do anything,” she said. “Just leave me be.”
The door closed behind her.
And for the first time in her life, Qhamani exhaled.
But Thulani Mavuso wasn’t gone.
She was waiting.
The Ask
The scent of imphepho drifted through the room, curling into the corners like memory. Candles flickered against clay walls. Mam’Zandi sat with her back straight, a wool shawl over her shoulders, eyes calm and patient as the soil she cultivated.
Across from her sat Nobantu Mavuso, a woman draped in mourning silks, too powerful to look small and yet today, she did. Her hands trembled slightly as she lifted the teacup Mam’Zandi had placed in front of her.
“We’ve exhausted every avenue,” Nobantu said, her voice steady, though grief edged each word. “My daughter is brilliant. Gifted beyond measure. But she is… unstable. And we’re running out of time.”
Mam’Zandi said nothing, only watching. Her silence was not empty it was invitation.
“We’ve heard your granddaughter, Ayola, is skilled with herbs. With balance. With healing that goes deeper than the body. I’ve come to ask… if she might be willing to help our Thulani.”
The old woman’s hands, weathered by years in the garden and at the altar, folded neatly in her lap.
“Help how?” she asked gently.
“To create something, an herb, a tonic, anything to ground her. To slow the storm inside her before it becomes something none of us can contain.”
Mam’Zandi didn’t blink.
“Your daughter is feared,” she said, voice even. “Some say she is cursed. Others say she was born of wrath. Do you believe she can be helped?”
Nobantu hesitated. Then:
“I believe she is not a monster. She’s a girl who has lost too much, too quickly. Her brother, her father… We raised her to be a weapon. And now she doesn’t know how to be anything else.”
Mam’Zandi nodded slowly, glancing toward the hallway where Ayola had gone quiet.
“I will not command my granddaughter’s path. She walks with her own ancestors now. But I will ask her. And if she says yes, we will move carefully.”
“Her safety—” Nobantu began.
“—is mine to protect,” Mam’Zandi finished, not unkindly. “You are asking her to walk into fire. We do not take that lightly.”
Nobantu stood, smoothing the folds of her dark skirt.
“Thank you, Mam’Zandi.”
The old woman only inclined her head.
From the shadows, Ayola listened, heart thudding, hands curled into the cotton of her dress.
The name Thulani Mavuso rang through her bones like a bell.
And somehow, she already knew:
Their paths had already begun to tangle, long before this meeting.
Alrighty guys!! That’s all I can really share! But let me know what you think! Maybe I’ll try to make time for some shorts or something at some point.
I know I haven’t done a damn thang with this page and for that I do apologize. Life ya’ know! I can’t promise I’ll be more active, I more than likely won’t. So, one of the things that have been keeping me occupied as of late is I’ve started writing a BOOK!!🥳🎉🎊. With some encouragement from my tribe I decided to take a leap. So, I took a couple of my stories for the Black Panther fandom and I combined them and came up with my own little fantasy world. It’s been new, exciting, and challenging. I’m learning so much. I was wondering if you all would be interested in reading some of it and letting me know if it’s something you’d want more of! It’s inspired by Shuri but there are no names from or links to marvel. You know, copyright lol. Let me know if you guys want it!
🤣🤣 Yea imma just post it because I’m not waiting on replies anyway. Should’ve just dropped it. But, thank you girl! I’m excited! If everything goes smoothly it should be done by the end of the year! 🤞🏾
I know I haven’t done a damn thang with this page and for that I do apologize. Life ya’ know! I can’t promise I’ll be more active, I more than likely won’t. So, one of the things that have been keeping me occupied as of late is I’ve started writing a BOOK!!🥳🎉🎊. With some encouragement from my tribe I decided to take a leap. So, I took a couple of my stories for the Black Panther fandom and I combined them and came up with my own little fantasy world. It’s been new, exciting, and challenging. I’m learning so much. I was wondering if you all would be interested in reading some of it and letting me know if it’s something you’d want more of! It’s inspired by Shuri but there are no names from or links to marvel. You know, copyright lol. Let me know if you guys want it!
Summary: You’re having a rough time in your life and you need something. You’re not quite sure what. In the midst of your search to feel again you mistakenly stumble apon a spa. Nothing like a spa day for a quick reset right? Well….this quickly becomes an experience like non other. You go in expecting one thing and it turns out to be so much more.
Frazzled nerves tickle your spine as you drive deeper into the depths of the scrublands. The city lights forgotten, as darkness and vegetation surround you, only highlighted by the bright blue of your moving headlights. Your car rocked with the unsteadiness of the man-made path. The urge to turn the car around gnawed at your consciousness, your stomach tied in knots. However, with only a few more minutes of the drive left, it was pointless. Something inexplicable guided you forward along the wooded path as it narrowed into a singular parking space.
Too late now.
The car comes to a hault. Engine purring in the silence of the night. The headlights shining down a path that almost seemed eerie. Your lower lip folds into your mouth and you gently chew, clutching onto the steering wheel. Palms becoming incresingly sweaty.
“This is so fucking stupid.” You whisper to yourself, letting out a huff of air as you sink back into the heated leather of the cars seat.
Life had been having its way with you. You felt unfulfilled, purposeless, stuck. In the middle of this crisis you’d lost the one person you’d felt you’d always have to lean on. After that unexpected gut punch you found it hard to care. Unenthusiastic to participate in the mundane. You wanted to feel, your system had been numbed.
So, here you sat in a freakishly dark parking space at some “exclusive spa” that only operated during a full moon and only took one client at a time through careful selection. It was said that it was basically a myth and that the website was simply a hoax.
No one was ever really chosen. You laugh to yourself.
Emboldened by alcohol, and the comfort of night, you and your bestfriend had submitted applications. A picture and a description of what you felt your body was in need of. Tipsy you’d gotten a bit personal, pouring out your heart. You hit submit…and you forgot. That is, until a week later you received a notification pinged on your Kimoyo beads, an invitation with location details, instructions, and an NDA attached.
Your first instinct had been to decline. But, the photos drew you in almost putting you in a state of hypnosis. Before you knew it, you’d docu signed.
“Killed. You could be fucking killed girl.” You say looking into your own eyes through your rear view mirror.
With one last deep breath and mental pep talk, you step out of your car, closing and locking the door behind you, begining the trek to your location. Carefully, you step forward onto the walkway lined with carnation. Small lights begin to illuminate the path ahead of you, showcasing the beautiful well kept flowers. One timid step after the other, you move forward wondering what on earth would possess you to come here alone. Not that you really had much of a choice according to the invitation you’d received. Finally, your gaze lands on the warmly lit cabin up ahead, nestled into the mountains of Wakanda, surrounded by the river. The scent of the prestine air, and the sound of the trickling waterfall began to relax your senses as the full moon shined over the mountain top.
You stop, gathering yourself in awe of the beauty of the night surrounding you. The nerves that had taken over your body from earlier begining to slowly calm. The serenity of this place washing over you. The steps of the cabin now lie at your feet. Awaiting your ascent. At that moment a bald woman in a long flowing purple dress steps out of the cabin. She looked as though she was an off duty Dora. Tall, muscular, strikingly, beautiful.
“Y/n?” She asks, her perfectly arched brow raising as she steps forward. Swallowing your nerves, you give a timid nod.
She gives a comforting smile.
“No need for nerves my dear. You are in the best of hands here. I am Sade, and Welcome to Elysian.”
Elysian…Why was this spa so exclusive you ask? What made Elysian so special? Why…it’s specialty of course.
Sexual Healing
A/n: I know this is short. But the more you let me know you want it the more you get! Don’t forget to give me shade 🕶️🕶️🕶️🕶️ if you want more!!! And tell me what you think!!! Love ya! 😘
Summary: You’re having a rough time in your life and you need something. You’re not quite sure what. In the midst of your search to feel again you mistakenly stumble apon a spa. Nothing like a spa day for a quick reset right? Well….this quickly becomes an experience like non other. You go in expecting one thing and it turns out to be so much more.
Frazzled nerves tickle your spine as you drive deeper into the depths of the scrublands. The city lights forgotten, as darkness and vegetation surround you, only highlighted by the bright blue of your moving headlights. Your car rocked with the unsteadiness of the man-made path. The urge to turn the car around gnawed at your consciousness, your stomach tied in knots. However, with only a few more minutes of the drive left, it was pointless. Something inexplicable guided you forward along the wooded path as it narrowed into a singular parking space.
Too late now.
The car comes to a hault. Engine purring in the silence of the night. The headlights shining down a path that almost seemed eerie. Your lower lip folds into your mouth and you gently chew, clutching onto the steering wheel. Palms becoming incresingly sweaty.
“This is so fucking stupid.” You whisper to yourself, letting out a huff of air as you sink back into the heated leather of the cars seat.
Life had been having its way with you. You felt unfulfilled, purposeless, stuck. In the middle of this crisis you’d lost the one person you’d felt you’d always have to lean on. After that unexpected gut punch you found it hard to care. Unenthusiastic to participate in the mundane. You wanted to feel, your system had been numbed.
So, here you sat in a freakishly dark parking space at some “exclusive spa” that only operated during a full moon and only took one client at a time through careful selection. It was said that it was basically a myth and that the website was simply a hoax.
No one was ever really chosen. You laugh to yourself.
Emboldened by alcohol, and the comfort of night, you and your bestfriend had submitted applications. A picture and a description of what you felt your body was in need of. Tipsy you’d gotten a bit personal, pouring out your heart. You hit submit…and you forgot. That is, until a week later you received a notification pinged on your Kimoyo beads, an invitation with location details, instructions, and an NDA attached.
Your first instinct had been to decline. But, the photos drew you in almost putting you in a state of hypnosis. Before you knew it, you’d docu signed.
“Killed. You could be fucking killed girl.” You say looking into your own eyes through your rear view mirror.
With one last deep breath and mental pep talk, you step out of your car, closing and locking the door behind you, begining the trek to your location. Carefully, you step forward onto the walkway lined with carnation. Small lights begin to illuminate the path ahead of you, showcasing the beautiful well kept flowers. One timid step after the other, you move forward wondering what on earth would possess you to come here alone. Not that you really had much of a choice according to the invitation you’d received. Finally, your gaze lands on the warmly lit cabin up ahead, nestled into the mountains of Wakanda, surrounded by the river. The scent of the prestine air, and the sound of the trickling waterfall began to relax your senses as the full moon shined over the mountain top.
You stop, gathering yourself in awe of the beauty of the night surrounding you. The nerves that had taken over your body from earlier begining to slowly calm. The serenity of this place washing over you. The steps of the cabin now lie at your feet. Awaiting your ascent. At that moment a bald woman in a long flowing purple dress steps out of the cabin. She looked as though she was an off duty Dora. Tall, muscular, strikingly, beautiful.
“Y/n?” She asks, her perfectly arched brow raising as she steps forward. Swallowing your nerves, you give a timid nod.
She gives a comforting smile.
“No need for nerves my dear. You are in the best of hands here. I am Sade, and Welcome to Elysian.”
Elysian…Why was this spa so exclusive you ask? What made Elysian so special? Why…it’s specialty of course.
Sexual Healing
A/n: I know this is short. But the more you let me know you want it the more you get! Don’t forget to give me shade 🕶️🕶️🕶️🕶️ if you want more!!! And tell me what you think!!! Love ya! 😘
Summary: You’re having a rough time in your life and you need something. You’re not quite sure what. In the midst of your search to feel again you mistakenly stumble apon a spa. Nothing like a spa day for a quick reset right? Well….this quickly becomes an experience like non other. You go in expecting one thing and it turns out to be so much more.
Frazzled nerves tickle your spine as you drive deeper into the depths of the scrublands. The city lights forgotten, as darkness and vegetation surround you, only highlighted by the bright blue of your moving headlights. Your car rocked with the unsteadiness of the man-made path. The urge to turn the car around gnawed at your consciousness, your stomach tied in knots. However, with only a few more minutes of the drive left, it was pointless. Something inexplicable guided you forward along the wooded path as it narrowed into a singular parking space.
Too late now.
The car comes to a hault. Engine purring in the silence of the night. The headlights shining down a path that almost seemed eerie. Your lower lip folds into your mouth and you gently chew, clutching onto the steering wheel. Palms becoming incresingly sweaty.
“This is so fucking stupid.” You whisper to yourself, letting out a huff of air as you sink back into the heated leather of the cars seat.
Life had been having its way with you. You felt unfulfilled, purposeless, stuck. In the middle of this crisis you’d lost the one person you’d felt you’d always have to lean on. After that unexpected gut punch you found it hard to care. Unenthusiastic to participate in the mundane. You wanted to feel, your system had been numbed.
So, here you sat in a freakishly dark parking space at some “exclusive spa” that only operated during a full moon and only took one client at a time through careful selection. It was said that it was basically a myth and that the website was simply a hoax.
No one was ever really chosen. You laugh to yourself.
Emboldened by alcohol, and the comfort of night, you and your bestfriend had submitted applications. A picture and a description of what you felt your body was in need of. Tipsy you’d gotten a bit personal, pouring out your heart. You hit submit…and you forgot. That is, until a week later you received a notification pinged on your Kimoyo beads, an invitation with location details, instructions, and an NDA attached.
Your first instinct had been to decline. But, the photos drew you in almost putting you in a state of hypnosis. Before you knew it, you’d docu signed.
“Killed. You could be fucking killed girl.” You say looking into your own eyes through your rear view mirror.
With one last deep breath and mental pep talk, you step out of your car, closing and locking the door behind you, begining the trek to your location. Carefully, you step forward onto the walkway lined with carnation. Small lights begin to illuminate the path ahead of you, showcasing the beautiful well kept flowers. One timid step after the other, you move forward wondering what on earth would possess you to come here alone. Not that you really had much of a choice according to the invitation you’d received. Finally, your gaze lands on the warmly lit cabin up ahead, nestled into the mountains of Wakanda, surrounded by the river. The scent of the prestine air, and the sound of the trickling waterfall began to relax your senses as the full moon shined over the mountain top.
You stop, gathering yourself in awe of the beauty of the night surrounding you. The nerves that had taken over your body from earlier begining to slowly calm. The serenity of this place washing over you. The steps of the cabin now lie at your feet. Awaiting your ascent. At that moment a bald woman in a long flowing purple dress steps out of the cabin. She looked as though she was an off duty Dora. Tall, muscular, strikingly, beautiful.
“Y/n?” She asks, her perfectly arched brow raising as she steps forward. Swallowing your nerves, you give a timid nod.
She gives a comforting smile.
“No need for nerves my dear. You are in the best of hands here. I am Sade, and Welcome to Elysian.”
Elysian…Why was this spa so exclusive you ask? What made Elysian so special? Why…it’s specialty of course.
Sexual Healing
A/n: I know this is short. But the more you let me know you want it the more you get! Don’t forget to give me shade 🕶️🕶️🕶️🕶️ if you want more!!! And tell me what you think!!! Love ya! 😘
Thank you to everyone who has followed this page I greatly appreciate it. 😁 Since I know we wanna read over here I was wondering if you guys don’t mind I’d like it to be a little more fun and interactive over here I have an idea. I know it’s a bit stale in the fandom and there’s only a few still standing. But, I know the ones here still want what they want. To be honest it’s hard to want to write when there’s no real interaction so here’s what I’d like to do to try and make this fun for us all.
So. I have some stories that I’ve started and what I would like is if you enjoy what’s written to comment or reblog with “🕶️🕶️🕶️” because Tish always wearing shades and that’ll let me know you want more. That’s just for those who are usually a bit shy about leaving comments and don’t know what to say to interact with the post. But, also Feel free to create discourse around the charecters! SAY HOW YOU FEEL! But leave the shades somewhere in there too lol.
When I see that you all have read and are enjoying I’ll add on. So what I write won’t always be super long. But I’ll add onto it every day or two that way its fun and we all have some Shuri content to look forward too. And I can create craziness with each update! Y’all down for that? If so….
Thank you to everyone who has followed this page I greatly appreciate it. 😁 Since I know we wanna read over here I was wondering if you guys don’t mind I’d like it to be a little more fun and interactive over here I have an idea. I know it’s a bit stale in the fandom and there’s only a few still standing. But, I know the ones here still want what they want. To be honest it’s hard to want to write when there’s no real interaction so here’s what I’d like to do to try and make this fun for us all.
So. I have some stories that I’ve started and what I would like is if you enjoy what’s written to comment or reblog with “🕶️🕶️🕶️” because Tish always wearing shades and that’ll let me know you want more. That’s just for those who are usually a bit shy about leaving comments and don’t know what to say to interact with the post. But, also Feel free to create discourse around the charecters! SAY HOW YOU FEEL! But leave the shades somewhere in there too lol.
When I see that you all have read and are enjoying I’ll add on. So what I write won’t always be super long. But I’ll add onto it every day or two that way its fun and we all have some Shuri content to look forward too. And I can create craziness with each update! Y’all down for that? If so….
Thank you to everyone who has followed this page I greatly appreciate it. 😁 Since I know we wanna read over here I was wondering if you guys don’t mind I’d like it to be a little more fun and interactive over here I have an idea. I know it’s a bit stale in the fandom and there’s only a few still standing. But, I know the ones here still want what they want. To be honest it’s hard to want to write when there’s no real interaction so here’s what I’d like to do to try and make this fun for us all.
So. I have some stories that I’ve started and what I would like is if you enjoy what’s written to comment or reblog with “🕶️🕶️🕶️” because Tish always wearing shades and that’ll let me know you want more. That’s just for those who are usually a bit shy about leaving comments and don’t know what to say to interact with the post. But, also Feel free to create discourse around the charecters! SAY HOW YOU FEEL! But leave the shades somewhere in there too lol.
When I see that you all have read and are enjoying I’ll add on. So what I write won’t always be super long. But I’ll add onto it every day or two that way its fun and we all have some Shuri content to look forward too. And I can create craziness with each update! Y’all down for that? If so….
Summary: Five years ago, you left Shuri on her knees in her hotel room. On the night of your wedding. The two of you moved forward with your lives both accomplishing great things. Will a celebration thrown for your latest accomplishment bring the two of you back together?
A/n: Ok y’all. Snuggle up for this one. It’s long af! But It has something for ALLL THE GIRLY’s. The romance girls, the angst girls, the smut girls, the slow burn girls, the music girls. And “Good bones” is an original poem. So I hope you all snuggle up and rub your feet together and dive in. Enjoy!
Good Bones by Shuri Udaku
Who knew that the death of us could be so endearing? Laid to rest, athe flesh of fearing Decaying beneath the thumb of time The stars in your eyes and my heart align
Weakness shriveled, and fell off the shape Kindred spirits take place in love’s nape A funeral began, to which we did not attend But tears fell through the soil, and growing begins
Time stood still and said “not yet” A reach in the night, yet our hands never met But I felt you, Sthandwa… I was never alone No strength in old vessels, but our love has good bones.
Walking along the foggy dock; the long coat of her tuxedo whisked gracefully in the windy night. Her vision was engrossed with the horizon of the navy sky, almost hypnotized by the green light that blinked at the top of the building in the city. The owner of the home that was a direct antipode to her own ran marathons through her mind. Though she couldn’t fully visualize it, she knew it was there. A perfect vertical axis from her home, to the home of her heart. She’d built it that way. Coming up on the end of the dock her stride came to a halt. Her eyes shut, with the green light still invading her sight behind the lids of her eyes. She stretched out her arm,reaching for the light. For the love she’d lost five years ago. She reached for a sign. Even just a light wind to tickle the tips of her fingers. Any sign that maybe, just maybe she was thinking of her too.
“Ikumkani wam” Griot spoke through the Queens Kimoyo earrings. “Wakanda is calling.”
With a light sigh, her hand fell to her side, jaw flenching in frustration. She opened her eyes, staring right back out into the darkness that surrounded the relentless blinking green light. The darkness she deserved after the hurt she’d caused the only woman she’d ever truly loved. She turned on her heels, begining the walk back to what had become her second home. Turning her back on the darkness, and also the flashing hope of the green light.
“Bast. Hear my cry. I have done the work. If you see fit, please send my heart back to me.”
Across the axis the direct antipode to the home the Queen had built, was a JamesEdition penthouse filled with busy bodies, and buzzing conversations as everyone prepared for the big day! The fuss was partially interupted by the ringing of the doorbell. The door opened to reveal Mr. Bruno Mars. The best friend to the lady of the house. Greeted at the door by the butler, and led through the elegant grand hallway to the study. Where he was met by Mr. Michael Addai. His best friends husband. Michael quickly took the phone from his ear ending the call immediately to properly greet Bruno.
“Bruno! What’s up my brother!” He spoke with a loud booming voice, his walk just as boisterous. He stuck out his hand for Bruno to grab.
“How’s it going man?” Bruno replies.
“Everything is everything man. That woman of mine has been talking about seeing you non-stop all week!” Bruno smiles affectionately.
“Well I should get to her then. I’m excited to see her too. I’ve missed her.” Mike smiles, wrapping an arm around Bruno’s neck.
“Inseparable the two of you. It’s quite cute!” He laughed big and loud, as the two of them entered busy living room.
The house was alive with music and bodies. It almost seemed as if it were a dance. Hair stylist, makeup artist, and wardrobe, moved gracefully around the large room. Their only mission being to perfect the beauty that sat in the center of the room.
A luxurious silky white robe tied neatly around your waist, hung from your shoulders so elegantly. You sat leaned slightly forward, legs crossed as the makeup artist applied the last bit of gloss to your plump bottom lip.
“Well I’ll be damned! It seems as though you’ve made it my friend.” A light gasp leaves your lips. Your head turns and your eyes glimmer as they connect with your longtime bestfriend.
“Is that you my love!?” You stood, rushing over to him with your delicately heeled feet. Arms raised prepared to be wrapped around your favorite person. You close your eyes as the two of you connect finding comfort in the warm embrace.
“Did you miss me?” You say pulling away staring into his smiling eyes. “Everyday! Everyday I sat by my window in Rome and gazed into the nights sky missing my only friend!” He says, full of drama like only he could. You giggle pushing his shoulder, turning to take your seat back in the center of the room so that your hair could be finished.
“You’re lying. But I’m still flattered.” Bruno laughed along with you.
“Not about the important part.” The two of you share another glance with mutual adoration.
“Bruno!” Your sister Danielle yelled as she trotted down the stairs to embrace him. “It’s been a while! I see your work in my travels often! Beautiful! Incredible!”
“Thank you Dani. I’m very flattered.” He says with a blush.
“Yes! They are which reminds me I’m hoping to commission an original piece from you.” You chime in somewhere beneath all of the commotion.
“I’d be honored. Especially, from a soon to be Grammy winner. Ten nominations is unfathomable!” You giggle and do a little jig.
“It still feels like a fever dream. I’m taking it moment by moment.” Someone began to fan you. Keeping you from overheating in all the commotion.
“So Bruno, are you back in New York for good?” Michael asks, walking over to the mini bar to pour two glasses of scotch.
“For awhile atleast, I’ll be settling. Just bought a new place over in New Rochelle. It’s nice though humble compared to the estate next door.”
“New Rochelle? Interesting. There’s an after party out there tonight. It’s being given by someone who calls themselves Sweet Lady. Have you heard of her? Anyway, I was planning for us to go there after sissy came home with the win!” Dani exclaimed, sitting elegantly on the couch in her flowing sundress.
“Can’t say that I’ve heard of her, but I’m down to go.” Bruno replied, as Michael hands him his scotch and he nods in appreciation.
Your heart dropped to your stomach. “Sweet lady?” You say. “Sweet lady.” You say again in a whisper to yourself. Confusion crept up on your brow as the image of her sculpted face creeped into your mind. Within a blink she was again gone.
“Y/n are you ok?” Bruno asks, bringing you out of your thoughts.
“Hm? Oh yes. I’m fine. Today is just overwhelming in this best possible way! Let’s just get through the show first and we can discuss the parties later. They’ll be plenty!”
You say, joy prevalent in your voice. But, in the back of your mind that name continued to echo.
Sweet Lady.
Slouched in her seat, leaning slightly to the left with her elbow resting on the arm of the chair, her thumb rested underneath her chin, and her pointer finger sat thoughtfully over her lips. Shuri sat sectioned off, secluded from the masses in an area of the building that was drapped in golden curtains and flooded with security.
Nakia and Okoye sat beside her watching the stage with expectancy. Shuri’s fingers tapped along the table before she nervously reached forward, grabbing her drink, and taking a stressed sip. She was fixated, focused in on the screen as Victoria Monet sashayed onto the stage to present the last award you had been nominated for. Album of the year. Her heart pounded against her chest, and her palms were sweaty as photos of you and the other nominees flipped onto the screen. So far, you’d cleared eight of the ten Grammy’s you were nominated for and Shuri’s heart swelled with pride.
Victoria opened the envelope, and Shuri sat forward. Her elbows sat steady on the table holding up prayer hands. Underneath the table, her knee bounced uncontrollably. It seemed the world was moving in slow motion as Victoria’s eyes lit up looking up from the envelope.
“Oh My God!! Everybody stand to your feet right now! Give it up for my girl as she comes up to except her 9th Grammy of the night!! Making history and surpassing Michael Jackson’s record of eight in one night. Mrs. Y/n Y/l/n-Addai!!!!”
The other nominees photo’s disappear, and Shuri’s hands flew to her mouth as she jumped to her feet. Pumping her fist in the air. “Holy Shit! She’s done it! She did it! That’s my girl!”
Her eyes welled, as she looked to Nakia who stood to the left of her, grinning, clapping, and hooting like a proud big sister. “Yeeeesss!!” Okoye stood stoic a hint of a smile on her face and proud eyes.
The camera landed on you, standing stuck at your seat, tears streaming down your beautifully made up face. Your hands covered your mouth, identical to Shuri’s. Your mom scooped you up inside her arms holding you, rocking side to side whispering her pride in your ear.
Your sister jumped up and down, her own tears falling before she joined in with you and your mother. Your husband waited patiently, smiling down at you taking your hand and the two of you share a loving kiss. The crowd was roaring, giving you a well deserved standing ovation.
Suddenly, a longing took over Shuri’s body. The lump in her throat getting larger, and the direction of her tears changing. Shuri’s eyes zero’d in on his hand, resting delicately on your waist as you gracefully saunter up the steps to the stage to receive your award. That should’ve been her. Guiding her beautiful wife up the stairs, waiting at the bottom as you had your moment. That should’ve been her last name hyphenated behind your own. Instead, she sat hidden away. Wanting to support, and be there for you without ruining your evening with her past transgressions.
Your dress was simple and elegant. A silky black material, with a slit that traveled all the way up to your small waist and flared out beautifully. It trailed behind you as you gave Victoria a long tearful hug before stepping up to the mic and trying to speak. Your husband stepped up beside you pressing you into him. Your mouth opened, but nothing came out and you closed your eyes opting for a wet exhale as the audience cheered you on. Shuri’s eyebrows furrowed. Why was he still there?
You try again successfully “Whew, this is…..WOW!” You broke into tears again. As you spoke HE remained attached to your hip. Pressing your body into his side while you tried to deliver your speech. Shuri cocked her head to the side in annoyance. Until the sound of your voice took over the room again.
“You’ve all had to hear a lot from me tonight, so I’ll do my best to make this short.” A few chuckles float through the crowd. “If you look around you’ll see all of my family here. My mom, my sister, my bestie even flew in from his travels to be here tonight. Heeey Bruno!” You smile and wave and he smiled pumping his fist. “And my wonderful husband who’s always standing beside me. I love you baby.” He gave you a peck on the cheek before finally stepping back. In an instant, a flash of sadness took over your face and you took a contemplative breath before speaking again.
“A long time ago, I had a pretty amazing friend. Under difficult circumstances that friend grew to mean the world to me. Even in the middle of loss that would’ve sent most of us into a spiral of insanity, she didn’t break. She mourned, she tried, she failed, and she learned. She never gave herself the option to quit. Now today she stands as one of the worlds most powerful, innovative, world leaders of any time. Who has not only shown an undying love for her own people, but has spread that love over into our African American culture! And let us not forget she is a BLACK…WOMAN!”
The entire crowd stood to their feet with a loud applause. You smile while wiping away a single tear, waiting for the crowd to calm down. “During my first album she’d fly in with her busy schedule, just to be in studio sessions with me and the crew until sunrise. Making sure all of our broke ass’s ate and atleast got some sleep.” You laughed lightly as the crowd followed. “Outside of all of my musical inspirations that I’ve listed tonight, I would be remiss to not mention my greatest inspiration. The person who inspires my resilience, my tenacity, my work ethic. The person who showed me that it wasn’t enough just to be pretty and talented. But, that I had to be smart and unafraid to be a bitch that was about my business.” A few shouts of agreement sounded throughout the crow.
“So tonight I hope that she’s watching. I hope she’s proud, and I want her to know that if it hadn’t been for her, I would not be standing here today. Thank you for loving me the best you knew how. But, most of all thank you for believing in me. This last one is for you Queen Shuri Udaku.” You held your award in the air before crossing your arms over your chest in a Wakandan salute. “Thank y’all.” The crowd roared.
Nakia and Okoye stood on either side of Shuri tears in their eyes, arms crossed over their chest. Shuri sat in shocked. Her right hand sat over her heart and her eyes were closed, as she listened to the sound of the roaring crowd. The day she lost you. She’d prayed. Prayed to Bast that she would make you and her family proud. That somehow she could rise out of the deep dark hole she’d dug herself into, clean and in good graces. Now, here you were taking your historic moment to acknowledge not only how she had impacted you, but her impact on the world. She let out a shakey breath standing to her feet. She crossed her arms over her chest. And she, Nakia, and Okoye placed there arms down to their sides simultaneously.
You turned to walk off of the stage and landed right into your husbands arms. He pressed your body up against his, trapping your lips against his in a sloppy kiss. When he pulled back. He yelled “Love this girl!” into the microphone. The crowd went crazy, clapping, laughing, and hooting. Shuri officially couldn’t do it anymore. Her hands shook. She was overwhelmed with the storm of emotions evading her senses and she needed to get away.
“Shuri. Do you want to go, Usisi?” Nakia spoke up, noticing the distress in her little sisters eyes. Shuri took another sip of her drink. She nodded, wordlessly placing her drink back onto the table. Everyone at the table grabbed their belongings as Shuri stood to her feet. The Dora surrounded her, and Nakia and Okoye stood in front.
Bruno looked up from his seat out into the sea of people, just in time to catch a glimpse of what looked like the Dora Milaje exiting the building.
“What the fuck was that?” Your husband came up behind you whispering as you exited the stage. He gripped your hips rougher than necessary pulling you against him. “It was a speech Michael.” He nuzzled into your neck, breath tickling your ear. Your skin crawled.
“She can’t save you. You know that right? You belong to me.”
“Why on earth would you acknowledge her in your moment! That was YOUR moment y/n!”
“My moment to say whatever I wanted to say Dani.” You say, uninterested in your sisters opinion. You sat at the bar in your home sharing a celebratory drink with your mother and sister.
“And it was a beautiful speech baby girl. I’m sure Shuri was very touched.” Your mother says before glaring at your sister. “Dani we all know how you feel about Shuri. Let’s not ruin a good night with it.” Dani rolled her eyes.
“I’m just saying. She may be doing great things now but she still hurt my sister, so she’ll forever be the opp to me.”
“The opp? Girl…Ok street nigga.” You say rolling your eyes back at her.
“Well, it’s obvious the woman has grown and it’s ok for your sister to acknowledge that. Because she’s grown as well. Shuri didn’t go about loving your sister in the best way. But the love she had for her was undeniable. She just had some healing to do.” Dani smacks her teeth.
“Fuck her.” Your mother furrows her brow.
“Danielle” Dani quickly straightened up.
“Sorry Mommy.”
“Mhm. That’ll be my cue. I’m headed in for the night. I’m gonna go back to my hotel.” Your mom got up from her bar stool begining to grab her things.
“Mommy we have plenty of room. I don’t know why you felt the need to get a hotel!”
“No no! You all need your space tonight. I figured you’d all be partying all night. And I may want to find me some company.” She winks at you and your sister.
“Oh nah. We’re not there yet mama.” Danielle says.
“Absolutely not. But do your thing girl!” You say, and you all laugh.
“Goodnight beautiful girls. Be safe tonight.” You mom threw over her shoulder as she walked out of your home.
“We should be heading out now too!” You give your sister an apologetic look before speaking.
“Rain check?”
“Y/n! I don’t want to hear that shit! Please tell me you’re not bailing on your big night! You won nine Grammy’s tonight! Let’s go have some fun! Everyone is waiting and want to celebrate you! This party is supposed to be one for the books.” Your sister stares at you incredulously.
“Well you go ahead! Everything was just alot tonight. I’m a bit overstimulated and tired. You know how I get. We can celebrate tomorrow I promise.”
“Y/n-“ she began to protest.
“Really I’m ok. Me and Michael will celebrate in our own way.” She turns up her nose. “You’ll be back to see mommy tomorrow anyway. Go have fun! This is all of our night to celebrate! Take a driver!” Your sister hesitated, but eventually gave in.
“Ok. Tomorrow y/n.” She points with a stern glare.
“Tomorrow.” Your sister looked at you with a bit of worry in her eyes.
“You still thinking about her?” She asks.
“Who?”
“Don’t play dumb with me.”
“She did played a huge roll in all this Dani. Part of me wishes she could’ve experienced this with me.” Your sister shook her head in disapproval.
“Well she can’t, because she fucked up that chance. She’s doing great ruling her country well. And you’re doing damn good without her. She wasn’t concerned with how you felt when she was cheating and how she feels now is none of your concern. Keep your eyes forward baby sister.” You cast your eyes downward. She lifts your chin.
“I’m so proud of you, and I love you.” She says giving you a hug.
“I love you too.“ You smile, and walk her out of your home. You shut the door leaning against it, you close your eyes and let out a small exhale. That’s when a full bottle of alcohol flew by your head. The sound of glass crashing on the door beside your head shocked your system, as a frightened squeal left your mouth. You gripped your dress preparing for impact. Michael grabbed you by the biceps pushing you into the wet spot and tiny glass shards left on the wall.
“Michael! Please!” You tried breaking free to no avail.
He wrapped his hand around your throat hard. Cutting off your circulation.
“How dare you acknowledge that bitch on our night?”
“I’m sorry.” You rasped, hanging there helplessly. The color leaving your face.
“Don’t let all of these little accolades get to your head. You’re still a little piece of trash that lucked out and got me after the queen hung you out to dry. Remember that shit the next time you decide to publicly embarrass me.” He threw you to the ground into the pile of broken glass on the floor.
“Argh!” You yell out gasping for air, as glass peirced your arms.
“Worthless.” He mumbles as he walked away.
You lie there in the glass, and once he was far enough away you inhaled deeply before, sobbing. Wondering how you had ended up here.
Rolls Royce, Bentleys, and Maybachs OH MY! The finest cars lined up outside of Sweet Lady’s home as they tried getting into the Estate. The open invitation Grammy’s party was indeed Bruno’s next door neighbors. He watched the house from the road as it lit up the sky. The music pumped loudly, and rowdy conversations could be heard for miles. Bruno maneuvered around the cars parked in front of his driveway trying to make his way up to his front door. A black envelope, lined with gold waited for him. Taped over the peephole. He looked around before carefully walking up on his porch, taking down the envelope and opening it.
“I have an invitation!” Bruno yelled, with the card held high above the crowd. He found himself shoulder to shoulder with a sea of people trying to enter the gates of the grand estate.
He continuously try’d showing his invitation to the random men in black suits that stood guard. But it seemed as though it didn’t matter, being that he was the only one who had one. Placing the invite in the front pocket of his suit jacket, he walked further into the party. His eyes filled with wonder as he’d never seen anything quite like this before. The home was exquisite. Lit up like an amusement park. It almost looked like a modern museum. There was a live band playing in the center of the fountain. Dancers and servers everywhere with whatever food you could think of. Some for the bougie. Some for the hungry. And the drinks were endless!
This home was what dreams were made of. Who is this Sweet Lady?
“Bruno!” A feminine voice called from behind him. He turned to see Dani waving above the crowd. “Hey! I see you decided to come! This place is insane!” She said.
“Yea I did. I found an invite on my door. Did you get one?”
“No one got an invite.” Dani shrugged.
They moved through the party sipping cocktails and continuing their conversation.
“Do you know her?”
“Only what I’ve heard of her. But no one has ever seen her.”
“Wow. I wonder who she is? She has to be a huge deal to live this way!”
“I’ve heard she’s some invisible industry big wig. That she controls the industry. You know Illuminati type shit.” Dani said. Another individual over heard the conversation as they began to ascend the stairs, and decided to add their bit of gossip.
“I heard she was a spy.” They say, causing a domino effect.
“I heard she was a bootlegger, on the run.”
“I heard she was a politician.”
“Who ever she is I’d like to know her.”
Everyone looked at eachother able to agree on that statement.
“Excuse me? Peter? Peter Gene Hernandez?” A man in black interupted the gossip circle. Bruno was taken aback. That was him. His full government name.
“Um y-yes. That’s me.” He says, confusion apparent.
“Madame would like to speak with you. If you would follow me.” Everyone gaped at the scene dying to know what Sweet lady wanted with Bruno. Bruno looked at Dani his heart pounding a bit in his chest. She gave him a nod to follow the man and he slowly complied.
He was led through the large doors into a grand foyer, and up a staircase that could’ve easily been mistaken for something inside of the Metropolitan. Everything about this home was tastefully over the top. Whoever this mystery woman was, two things could be said for her. One: She was Classy, And Two: She was LOADED. After being led through a long hallway. He was taken through yet another set of double doors that entered a much cozier area of the house. With beautiful furniture. Still plenty of room to entertain and a grand piano. A figure in a black and gold suit stood watching the party from a bay window.
She was slender. Yet powerful in stature. Her hair was cut low. And her jaw, sharp. In some cases she could be mistaken for male. But for Bruno. There was no mistaking that posture. Before him stood…..
Shuri Udaku. Queen of Wakanda.
“Bruno my friend. How have you been?”
“Shuri?” She turned from the window. Finally facing Bruno.
“In the flesh” She says raising her martini glass. Fireworks went off outside of the large windows as if this moment had been coordinated.
“So I wasn’t tripping when I saw Dora leaving the award show?”
“No you weren’t tripping.” She giggled. “I guess we could have been a bit more discreet in our exit.” They both stood awkwardly. Shuri took a sip of her drink and ran a hand over head.
“So they said you wanted to see me?”
“Of course. Yes. Yes. I did ask for you. Um. I wanted to know if.. if she came?”
“Y/n you mean?” Shuri shifted on her feet.
“Yes. Y/n.” It was all starting to click for Bruno.
“No. She said she was tired.” Shuri’s face visibly saddened, and she turned back towards the window. Placing a hand into her pocket as she held on to her glass with the other.
“She used to love parties…This was all for her.” Her head lowered. “I guess this was my way of celebrating her without having to disrupt her day.” Bruno looked at his surroundings.
“This house for her too?” Shuri just stared into Bruno thinking of a way to answer.
“In a way. Y/n always had big dreams. When we were together she always said she wanted something like this. Something huge outside of the Citadel where she could entertain, and have garden parties and things. Just some where for us to come and relax that had endless possibilities. So, I built her dream home. An antipode of sorts. I’m aware I’ll never have her again. But I come here when I want to feel close to her.” Shuri turned away from the window and walked over to the seating area placing her glass down and taking a seat. Bruno looked on, exceedingly impressed with the love Shuri had for you. “I know it’s silly. I just hoped that tonight she could atleast see it.”
Bruno thought back to tonight at the show. The blantant show of insecurity your husband put on. The cautiousness you held around him. How he wouldn’t let you have your moment completely. The inappropriate glances with other women that he thought no one noticed. Bruno had come to the conclusion that he didn’t really like Mike pretty early on in the evening.
“How’d you know I lived next door?” Shuri smirked. “Oh Bruno. You know better. I’m still extremely aware of my surroundings.”
Bruno chuckled, joining Shuri on the plush sofa. “If it’s any consolation, this place is amazing. And this is one hell of a party. She would’ve loved it.” Shuri leaned back before running a hand over her face.
“Nah. This was stupid. I don’t know what I was expecting.”
“It’s really a beautiful gesture. Maybe you could talk to Danielle she’s here. She could put a bug in her ear.” Shuri shook her head. “Absolutely not! She’s more angry at me than Y/n. It’d be like arguing with a rock.” Bruno’s eyebrows rose in agreement.
“That’s true.” He leaned back as well. That’s when an idea hit him. “Hey! How about I invite her over for dinner tomorrow. Tell her to come alone. And you could join us.” Shuri sat up straight, her head turned towards him. She rubbed her sweaty palms against her pants before standing and pacing.
“Y-you think she’ll come. That would be great! Dinner? That gives us plenty of time for us to get your grass cut. No offense. Griot. Contact the gardeners!” She began rambling.
“Whoa whoa. Calm down. Yes she’ll come. I’ve been gone awhile she’ll want to catch up.” The excitement in Shuri’s eyes was almost childlike.
“Ok. Ok. Great! That’s great!”
“So tomorrow?” Bruno stood, outstretching his hand for Shuri. She stepped forward taking his hand in hers and shaking.
“Tomorrow.”
Bruno walked back out into the party. Dani stood at the entrance of the mansion waiting wide eyed as she sees Bruno approaching. She quickly meets him half way.
“Wellllllll.” She said excited for answers.
“I can’t give you anything. But just know… This all makes sense.”
The next morning Bruno woke up to the sound of power tools outside of his home. He quickly jumped up grabbing his robe rushing to his front door. He swung it open to see a crew of gardeners in his yard. Cutting grass, planting flowers. And… building a fountain? Shuri stood in the center of the yard overseeing the work being done. Bruno just shook his head and walked back into the house to prepare his home for when you arrived.
Closer to time for dinner to start, rain started to pour from the sky. Bruno glanced out of the window of his kitchen as he put together some appetizers for the evening. An army of umbrellas marched up his driveway. Shuri leading the pack dressed to the nines. Bruno opened the door for the barrage of people, Shuri stepped aside allowing them to enter Bruno’s home. The first two people carried a large 3 teir wedding style cake. The others carried tables, food, chairs and more flowers. “They say the rain will clear by evening.” Her eyes shifted around the yard looking over the work done. Her eyes never settling on one thing.
“Yes it should.” Bruno says.
“Is everything alright?” Shuri asks, finally looking his way.
“Ah. The grass looks fine if that’s what you mean.” Shuri looks around and then back at Bruno.
“Grass? What grass?” And brushed past him walking into the house.
Time ticked by as they sat quietly watching the clock in Bruno’s living room. Shuri sat fiddling with her hands on the couch facing the clock. Her foot taping rapidly. Bruno leaned against the entry way to his living room watching Shuri’s internal panic. One minute after five Shuri hopped to her feet.
“I can’t wait all day. She’s not coming. I’m going home.”
“Shuri she’s only a minute late.” She rushed past him. “I’ll just go. She wouldn’t want to see me. Besides no one’s coming to dinner it’s too-” She was cut off by the honking of a horn as a car pulled up. “It’s her.” Bruno said grabbing an umbrella and rushing out of the door. Shuri froze in the hall eyes wide with regret before rushing back to the living room where she tried to find the best way to present herself to you. She eventually opted for an awkward pose by the sliding doors waiting for you to enter.
Bruno rushed outside with an umbrella waiting for your driver to let you out of the car. The driver came around laying out a carpet for you, so that you wouldn’t step into the mud. Bruno held out the umbrella as you stepped out.
“This is a beautiful place you have Bruno. Why did I have to come alone? Are you gonna confess your love for me?” He laughs.
“Oh that’s a secret! Tell your driver to go far away!” The two of you laugh. “I’ll call you back James! His name is James.” You say as you both enter the house. Bruno allows you to walk ahead of him. You stop to check your reflection in the hall mirror before heading to the living room. You were stopped in your tracks at the doorway of the living room, your mouth dropping.
“Oh my God! Did you ransack a greenhouse?” You ask walking through touching all of the beautiful flowers. “He is in love with me.” You whisper to yourself. Bruno walks in behind you looking around in confusion. Shuri was nowhere in sight. That’s when he noticed the sliding door had been left slightly ajar. He let out a sigh, and you take off your jacket. Bruno took it from you to hang in the hallway.
“That’s funny.” He chuckles.
“Wha-“
And there was a knock at the door.
“Give me one second.” He says as He ran to the door. There Shuri stood, now soaking wet.
“What are you doing?” He whisper yelled.
“I can’t do this! This is crazy!”
“Come on Shuri she’s here now! This is what you wanted.” She shook her head turning away.
“I’m leaving.”
“Stop it! You’re acting like a child.” Bruno chastised. Shuri stopped in her tracks. Turning back towards Bruno. She stepped forward, smoothing down her jacket. She charged forward into the house.
“Is everything ok?” You say, hearing footsteps enter the living room as you stood gazing out of the glass sliding doors. You turned only to be met with the shock of your life. There she stood, in burgundy slacks and a matching jacket with golden flower embellishments, with the shoes that matched to the T. Though she was drenched, she wasn’t any less of the African Goddess you remembered. An ethereal beauty.
“Shuri?”
“Sthandwa.” Shuri breathed, She felt like her heart would explode as she ogled at your beauty up close for the first time in years. It’d been five years since you’d left her on her knees in her hotel. The years spent alone had not been wasted. She’d matured immensely. Though she was the youngest to have ever ruled Wakanda, it was a well known fact that she was indeed the best. She’d dedicated her life to the well being of her people. And it’d kept her sane. But everyday she awoke feeling like a continuous failure. All because she’d lost you.
Now here you were.
You wore a simple white dress that fell off of your shoulders. The sleeves were long but sheer. The skirt short but flowing. The sunlight beaming through the glass doors, hit you just right. Casting a glow around your silhouette. One could mistake you for an Angel. You were the first to break the awkward silence.
“I’m certainly glad to see you again.” Shuri let out a puff of air as though she had been holding her breath.
“H-hi. I’m certainly glad to see you too.”
Your eyes slightly water as a smile crept up on your face. In that moment Shuri felt blessed. She’d never thought that she would see your smile directed at her again. Your eyes light up with the sight of her. A sense of relief passed her over as the two of you gazed at the other from across the room. The sound of a tea kettle whistling from the kitchen sounded throughout the house. But the two of you never broke eye contact.
“Um. That’s the tea. We should head to the dining room before the food gets cold.” Bruno cut into the tension.
“Y-yea that sounds good.” Shuri agreed.
The two of you migrated into the dining room, as Bruno excused himself to the kitchen to grab the tea. Shuri pulled out your chair and you took your seat, as she sat adjacent to you. The silence remained awkward as you both tried catching glances at the other without each other noticing.
Bruno came and sat the tea in front of the both of you. “The servers will be out with the food in a few. But, I forgot. I have this thing in town.” Shuri’s head snapped up towards Bruno the fear in her eyes apparent. “I know forgetful. But you guys enjoy yourselves I’ll be back as soon as possible.” He said rushing out of the house. Shuri got up quickly following him. “Be right back” she said to you before running behind him.
“What are you doing?” She asked incredulously.
“Im leaving the two of you alone. And you’re not going to get anywhere with her talking to me. Go back!”
“This is bad. This is a bad idea. It’s embarrassing!” Shuri said pacing and panicking. Bruno grabbed her shoulders.
“Hey! It’s ok. Y/n‘s inside waiting for you. Go get her.” Shuri swallowed. Giving Bruno a greatful nod. With that she went back inside.
“I’m sorry about that.” Shuri said as she sat next to you. You eye her as she sat.
“It’s fine. I’m guessing you’re nervous.”
“Yes. Yes you could say that.” You laugh softly.
“I have to say I am too. This was very unexpected.”
“I realize that. I’m sorry if this makes you uncomfortable. I just.. uh.. I really wanted to see you. Congratulate you in person. I’ve never sat next to a nine time Grammy winner before.” The both of you laugh as the atmosphere started to feel a little less heavy.
“Actually. Im really happy to see you Shuri.” Shuri sat forward a bit looking at you intently.
“I must tell you that your speech meant the world to me.” Your eyes widened.
“You watched?” Shuri broke eye contact. “Uh” Your face scrunches in confusion.
“You were there?” She looked back into your eyes.
“I couldn’t have imagined missing it. I am so very proud of you. You’ve become one hell of a force, and you would’ve become that with or without me.” Your eyes glistened with tears.
“Thank you.” You whispered reaching for her hand that she slowly placed in yours. The smallest connection sent waves of electricity through the both of you. Today it would go ignored.
“There’s so much I want to share with you Shuri. We have so much to catch up on. I’ve missed you.” A tear fell from Shuri’s eye and she quickly wiped it away. “Yes we do. I’ve missed you too.” The servers began to bring out the food, it was easy to see that it was hand selected by Shuri. Everything she remembered being your favorite was on the menu. The two of you talked and laughed. It was refreshing, the way it had been in the beginning.
When Bruno returned the two of you had made your way back into the living room with the drinks of your choice. Shuri’s arm was behind you on the couch, her body turned towards you as she listened intently to the words coming out of your mouth. He couldn’t help but smile. The sight was almost nostalgic.
He cleared his throat, and was ignored. He rattled his keys and still wasn’t acknowledged. So he decided to just announce himself.
“Heeey! I guess dinner went well?” You stood to your feet smiling. “Dinner was delicious.”
You turned your attention to the sliding glass doors and stepped out onto the porch. Staring out at the water. Shuri followed behind you.
“This is beautiful.. just open breathable air. You can even see the top of the buildings in the city.”
“It is quite beautiful. You have an even better view from my place.” You look at her in confusion.
“Where is your place?”
Shuri points to the home straight across.
“So you are Sweet Lady.”
She chuckled. “I’d hoped you’d come to the party. But honestly, this was much more rewarding.”
“Well I’d love to have a tour.” Shuri’s heart soared.
“Of course. Bruno! I’d like for you and y/n to come to my house so I can show her around.”
“Ooooh my-“ You say stepping inside the gates of Shuri’s home, stunned, thunderstruck. You couldn’t believe your eyes. A knot formed in your throat. “Shuri is.. is this-“ Shuri stepped up beside you. Taking in your reaction with an affectionate smile she replied.
“Yes. It is.”
“Our house.” You say, a lone tear fell from your eyes, as you look up at her.
“Our house, Thando.”
“I-“ was all you could say. Words escaped you.
“There’s so much to see. Ubusi. She directs you forward holding out her hand, gesturing for you to go ahead of her. Shuri and Bruno grabbed your hands leading you up the steps as you admire the architecture. The doors open to the entrance and your breath was taken as you stepped inside.
Years ago, at the begining of your relationship you and Shuri designed this home as a game. A fun look into what could’ve been your future. After the two of you had finished you’d fawned over how the two of you meshed so well, and how this would be your dream home. With everything that happened the memory faded into the background. But Ofcourse Shuri’s masterful brain, brought it to life and made it into something you could have never dreamed of.
Beautiful unique chandeliers, marble floors. The entrance with the most gorgeous tree growing in the center of the room. Shuri walked ahead of you leading you throughout the house. Introducing you to staff. Showing you every intricate and well thought out detail of the estate.
The gardens were your favorite. There were many. An area to have garden parties. A meditation garden, a butterfly garden. Hell there was even a helicopter landing pad! Back inside, you swooned at the beautiful high ceilings of the living room, and the cat walk that surrounded it.
This was all so overwhelming. You felt like you were inside of a fairytale. You watched Shuri as she strolled leisurely through her home proudly. Her calm regality just fit so perfectly well within the home and you found your heart fluttering at not only the beauty of the home. But hers as well.
The next area was the bedroom. Covered in marble. Cream, Olive greens, and gold. It was huge. Big as some peoples homes. It had its own living room and a bar area. A mirror sat above the bed that had another one of those gorgeous Chandeliers. The hers and hers closets were gold and grey, behind glass enclosures. Shuri’s closet being perfectly organized and the one meant for you empty.
“Shuri?” She stopped in her tracks, hearing the tremble of your voice. She turned walking over to you. Bruno excused himself from the room leaving the two of you to talk.
“You don’t like it.” She looked worried. “I’m sorry if-“
“Shuri. I love it. How could I not! I’m just wondering. Why? Why all of this? We’ve been done for years. Why did you build our house?” Shuri was silent for a moment before reaching a hand for you to grab. “Come” You take ahold of her hand and allow her to guide you back into the room and onto the large furnished balcony. She stood behind you and pointed out over the water.
“Do you see that? That faint green light flashing on top of the building in the city. Directly across from us.” You look out, humming as it comes into your line of sight.
“Yes, I see it.” You reply softly
“Remember the first time I messed up? You made it so difficult. One night I’d set up a picnic for you. Laid out blankets. Hung fairy lights. Had all of your favorites. You still weren’t feeling it.” She chuckled slightly, and you join her.
“I remember that night well.”
“I told you that you could walk away if you so choosed. But that I’d always be waiting for you. That light is at the top of the building that you live in.” You gasp turning to look at her. “I excepted our fate and gave you your space. But I built this in honor of what we had, before it went bad. In memory of my greatest loss. And when I get overwhelmed and wish to be near you. This is where I come.” You gazed into her watery eyes with bated breath. A shakey breath left your lips before you spoke.
“Are you even real?” A small smile crept onto her face before she once again took your hand. “There is one last thing I’d like to show you.”
“What else could there possibly be Shuri.”
“You’ll see.”
Shuri led you to another set of grand double doors that she opened for you. And led you down a spiral stair case. As the room came into view, a fresh set of tears fell down your face.
“A ball room.”
“Because can you really be a queen without a ballroom.” You both say recalling the moment you’d told her you’d wanted one.
“It’s official. I’m dreaming.”
“You most certainly are not.” Shuri stood behind you. Gazing at the joy radiating from you.
“Shuri this is… I don’t have words.”
You turn to her with tear stained cheeks and a glint in your eyes. You gave a mischievous smile, “Is there music?”
Shuri smiled. “Hm.” She placed a finger at her temple in faux contemplation. “Jovan!” A young gentleman entered the room onto the balcony where there sat a piano.
“My Queen.”
“Would you play something for my friend Y/n here?” She looked up, and he gave her a nod before sitting at the piano.
The sound of light haunting piano resounded throughout the room, and Shuri looked toward you asking “May I have this dance.” Your face lights up excepting her offer, and taking her hands for her to lead you to the center of the room. It started off with Shuri’s left hand sitting lightly on your waist as her right intertwined with your left.
“ I've been waiting for something
Something I can't ignore
Maybe someone I've been waiting for
To bring me back to life one more time”
It felt personal. And when you looked up and into Shuri’s eyes you knew…These were her words.
“I've been praying for another chance
To make me feel again
I've been sitting, reminisicing of a better day
Trying to reawake”
You found your self stepping closer into her. Your arm that had previously been on her shoulder sliding down and around her waist.
“Coast to coast
I'm doing the most for a second chance
Just to feel again
Baby I try and try a thousand times
And I know why”
Your hand left hers and it joins your other at the small of her back. Your head lay comfortably on her chest as she wrapped you up in her arms as though you were the most precious jewel. Your body almost went into shock at the unfamiliar feeling of safety in her arms. Your lip started to tremble as you feel the vibrations in Shuri’s chest as she began to sing the words.
“When you left me,Oh you left behind every moment” Her hand lightly rubbed up and down your spine, as she rocked you side to side. “Back when you said we, Would grow old on a porch in the golden sun.” Your fist clenched the fabric of Shuri’s jacket, your body shaking with sobs.
“It's not over
Said it's not over
As I shattered every memory across the floor” She ran her fingers through your locs before placing them behind your ear.
“When you leeeeeeeft” You let out a whimper from the words and pressed your body against hers tighter. That’s when it hit you. The pain in your side a reminder of what you had to go back home too. You flenched and Shuri pulled back.
“Are you ok?” You shook your head.
“No.” Shuri’s faced morph into one of confusion as she searched your eyes.
“W-what happened?” She softly gripped your arm and you flenched once again.
“Y/n-“
“ It’s nothing Shuri. I can’t. I-i can’t. I have to get home. Im sorry. This is too much. It’s just too much.” You took off back up the stairs to find the exit as Shuri called after you.
A choked gasp left your lips, as you lay in the center of your bed. Dress pulled up around your waist and hand inside of your panties. You rubbed quick circles into your clit as she ran marathons through your mind.Your eyes were shut tight and you bit harshly into your bottom lip as the sound of her voice, the light touches of her hand, and the security of her arms sat vividly at the forefront of your brain. Turning your head into your pillow, you bite into it to stifle your moan as you come up on your release.
“Shuuriiiii…Ahh.” Her name tastes so sweet on the tip of your tongue. Your body trembles in the aftermath, and you let out a deep breath. Coming down from your high.
“This is ridiculous.” You whisper. It’d been a week and you couldn’t shake her. She’d come back into your life and implanted herself inside of your brain. In the most inconvient of moments your mind would drift to her. Causing a goofy grin to spread across your face. You wanted to be near her. It was like her heart called out to you.
You glanced at the phone on your night stand.
“This is only going to cause trouble y/n. Don’t do it.” You spoke aloud to yourself. Unfortunately, it seemed as though you had no self-control when it came to the queen.
“Fuck it.”
You snatched your phone up and found the number you were looking for.
“Hey, Hey!” He answered after the second ring.
“Heeeeyyy best friend in the world! How are you!?” Bruno let out a long sigh.
“Aw hell. What do you want?”
“Is that the way we’re greeting each other now?”
“Y/n/n”
“Okay, okay. Did um. Do you have Shuri’s contact info by chance?” Your voice comes out light, almost shy making Bruno chuckle.
“She left Kimoyo beads here for you.” You sit up quickly, a smile ghosting over your lips “I’m on my way.” Hopping off of the bed you run to freshen up, oiling your body, and throwing on a form fitting floral sundress. You call downstairs to have vallet bring around your car and head out of your room.
“Where are you headed, Uto m (my sweetness)
“Oh Papa! You scared me. Um I was heading to Bruno’s. Dani’s meeting us and where going to do lunch.”
“Hm.” He looks you up and down “You look good. You have been filled with joy lately my dear. Is it the return of your friend?” He says before wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your neck.
“I am happy my friend is back. Yes.” You cringe inside but you fake a giggle. Anything to get out of your suffocating house.
“Hm. You smell like a harlot. All of this for Bruno?
“Stop babe. Don’t be silly. You bought me this perfume, and you know that Bruno is like a brother to me. You’re gonna make me late. I already called the car up.” He took your ass into his hands squeezing before letting go. “You can go. But remember who you belong to.” You muster a smile. “I only belong to you Papa” You head out of the door with the intention of clearing your pallet by falling back into the arms of Shuri.
Your car barely rolled to a stop before you hopped out. Jogging up to Bruno’s front door begining to knock.
“I heard you were looking for me.”
Your hand fell to your side and you turn to see Shuri leaning against your car. Eyes stalking your body lingering on your frame. She was casual today in black joggers, a plain white T, and a white Jacket with African patterned fabrics sewn into the sleeves and pockets.
“I figured I’d save you the call.” You heard Bruno’s voice come from behind the door inside of the house. If he was infront of you right now you’d kiss him.
You squirmed underneath her heated gaze. Her stare penetrating you through the form fitting dress.
“Well it seems you wanted to be found.” You say seductively, giving her a stare of your own. One of Shuri’s brows rose her curiosity officially peaked.
“I’ve been waiting for you”
“So you knew I’d be back?” Shuri picked up on the change in your interaction with her.
“I can’t say that I did. But, I’d hoped that you would.”
“Well here I am.” The sultry tone of your voice caused Shuri’s head to tilt back eyes peering at you through hooded lids. Any other time the sex oozing from your pores would have knocked Shuri to her knees. As of now, there were more pressing matters.
“You look beautiful.” The words came out low and slow, her voice a lower pitch. “Turn for me.” She pulled moisturizer from her pocket, coating her hands before they met infront of her, rubbing together, gapping at you as though you were her prey. Your need to obey your panther was still ingrained deep into the crevices of your brain. So It was second nature for you to throw your waist length locs over your shoulder so that she would have a better look at you from behind while you turned slow, giving her a show.
“Mm.” She egged on approvingly. When you finally faced her again there was an unreadable expression on her face. A bit of a storm brewing behind her eyes. However, your want for her made you none the wiser.
Her index finger motioned you forward and you happily obliged, wanting nothing more than to fall into her arms, searching for that feeling of safety again. Those hands, those deliciously attractive tattooed hands landed on your shoulders, slowly, achingly, her fingertips trail down to your forearms. Her thumbs began to rub gentle but firm cirles into your arm. Eyes downcast and focused on her task. The evenness of your skin tone began to wipe away as you both watched a bruised cut apear onto your arm.
Your eyes watered, trained on your arm, afraid to look up. You felt Shuri’s glower burning the side of your face, heating your body with fear and embarrassment.
“P-performance injury’s.” You falsely claim, and Shuri hummed her disdain.
“Uyaxoka (You’re lying), I need to make something exceedingly clear, Bambo'lwami. You and I are both aware that there is not an ignorant bone in my body. Do not insult my intelligence.” A tear fell from your eye, dropping into the smeared make up on your arm.
“I did not call on you for body, Mtuwam. My intentions are not to seduce you, but to show you what you mean to me. So I will not participate in meaningless sexual banter with you, only for you to walk away from me back into the arms of an abuser. You have to know me better than that. Albeit, It’s been a while. But, my knowledge of the woman I love has not wavered. Mamela kum y/n, I’ll try not to jump the gun and allow myself to become irrational before you decide to be honest with me about whatever this is. I will not turn you away. But, I also will not use you at a time when you are vulnerable. You are loved by me completely and wholly.” Tears poured from their sockets as Shuri finally placed you inside of her protective embrace.
Your heart palpitated against your sternum as panick set in. She was calm. Too calm. What was she going to do?
“I feel you panicking Entle. It is true that everything inside of me is giving me the green light to end his life. The same thing that is driving me forward is holding me back.” She pulled away. Looking down into your eyes. “That is you. Say the word and it is handled.”
“It doesn’t happen that often. Sometimes he just gets-“ Shuri placed a finger on your lips. A smirk that doesn’t reach her eyes settling onto her face.
“Sh. Don’t piss me off. I’m on edge here Y/n. If your not ready for me to handle it. I’d advise you not to speak to me about it. I damn sure don’t want to hear fucking excuses for him.” Her anger escaped its wall for a second before she fought it back inside. “He will be handled mtuwam. I’ll try my best to wait for you to come to terms with that.” She gently placed your head back onto her chest, placing her chin onto the top of your head as she continued to comfort you with her embrace.
When all was said and done. Shuri stood tearfully in Bruno’s driveway, sending you back into the arms of your abuser.
Time flew by, before you knew it three months had past. Shuri had kept her promise; though she’d made it blaringly obvious that it was one of the most difficult things she’d ever had to do. She’d given you Kimoyo earrings that matched hers in multiple colors, because they were “more discreet than the bracelet”. They were to be on you at all times. Solely for her sanity while you were still with who she called “that man”. She was constantly back and forth between there and Wakanda. Still having duties to take care of, but it was clear that you intermingled with the top of her priorities.
While in Wakanda, she was constantly checking your location. If she saw you out to dinner or shopping, extra money would appear in the hidden account she’d gotten you. If she was with you in New Rochelle, she would hire brands to bring there latest collections to the house so that you could browse from the comfort of home. Your closet at her home had filled copiously. You didn’t want to take the clothes home, so they stayed there. Being that’s where you spent the majority of your time.
Access to her home was unlimited, an obvious no brainer for her. “You are the architect. It was made for you.” She would say. Her way with words had always made you swoon. So, over three months your husband had heard excuse after excuse for why you were gone early and coming home late. You’d blamed it on your schedule picking up after the wins. Which wasn’t entirely untrue. However, you always had time to be with Shuri.
In the begining, your attraction to your ex came simply from what you already knew her to be. Resplendant, undaunted, and most importantly secure. She’d come with guaranteed saftey. But, now it was so much deeper than that. All in all, it was simply…HER.
She’d grown so much. There was such a patience and maturity to her. An air of calm that was unknown to her former self. She was slow to anger. Quick to contemplate and very solution based. Her walk, a confident saunter that made you weak in the knees when you’d see her coming in the distance. When she spoke, it was matter of fact, direct. She had no time for bullshit. Shuri had always been a hopeless romantic, grand gestures being her thing. However, the lengths she would go were impressive.
She’d take you on random excursions in her helicopter. A day trip out of the country was not uncommon. You’d go back home to your husband with a tan you hadn’t had that morning, and tell him you’d taken up tanning. Your favorite part of her that not many others didn’t get to see, was her sense of humor. She made you laugh from your belly and it felt special to witness. It was as if it was a piece of her that was only for you. Relaxed and completely wound down.
Over time, you watched her work tirelessly and still there was nothing she wouldn’t do for you, and no time she couldn’t make for you. She made that very clear. Shuri in the past few months had turned out to be many things. But, if you had to narrow it all into one simple word. Only one came to mind.
Sexy.
It was bad. Every move she made turned you into a literal puddle. Her voice in particular made your spine tingle. And you’d be damned if she didn’t always smell edible. You felt like a preteen having your first real crush.
It’d been the longest two weeks you had ever encountered. Shuri had once again been out of the country, and this time you thought you would loose it. This was the longest stretch of time you’d not been in her presence since the two of you had reconnected and you were getting withdrawls. Today, she was due back and you couldn’t get to her fast enough. You threw on a cute tracksuit placing your hair in a high pony, to get ready to rush out of the house to head to her home.
“FUCK!” You yell, you’d swung your room door open and your sister was on the other side.
“Whoa! Slow down sonic. Where you headed?”
“Damn! You scared the shit out of me. I was headed to the gym.” Your sister looked you over and your outfit matched your story.
“Cool. Well I’ll join you. I could use a little sweat session. Let me borrow one of your sets and we can head out.” She pushed past you into the room to head to your closet.
“Dani, I’m working with a trainer.” Danielle glanced over her shoulder.
“And?”
“And this is my alone time.” Dani turned to you fully.
“Nah what’s up. What’s really happening? You’ve been M.I.A lately we always spend time together and somehow we’ve barely been in touch.” She sat on the edge of your bed. Waiting for a plausible answer.
“I-I just been working. There’s a lot of pressure on me with this new project after winning 9 Grammy’s everyone is expecting perfection.”
“I didn’t know you were even working on a new project?”
“It’s just-“ you were interupted by the flash of your Kimoyo earring against your sisters face and your eyes widened.
“Bitch did your earring just take a picture of me?” She stood walking back over to you squinting at your ear, and then it hit her.
She looked over your shoulder and around the room perplexed.
“I just know damn well that this isn’t what I think it is.”
“What?” You say feigning innocence.
“Those are damn Kimoyo earrings.”
“N-no-“
“Griot” Your sister announces.
“It’s nice to hear from you again Ms. Danielle.”
Your eyes shifted downward. Caught.
“Check the message y/n. Out loud.” You sigh.
“Griot, please open my messages.”
“Yes Nkosazana, The Queen says she will be in shortly and has asked me to advise you to meet her in the garden.” Your sister throws her hands up dramatically walking away from you.
“Thank you Griot.” You reply softly.
“You sneaky bitch!” She whisper yells.
“You can stop whispering Mike caught a flight out this morning.”
“Good. YOU SNEAKY WHORE! You’re fucking Shuri!!”
“Ok you’re doing a lot! And I am not fucking Shuri! We’re just friends.”
“Friends? Friends! On what planet can you be friends with someone who did you the way Shuri did. That’s not a friend!”
“Damnit Dani! Give the woman some grace! What she did was fucked up and it hurt. But it was over years before she proposed and she’d done the work, before word even got out. She’s an even better woman now. So your disdain for her is completely unwarranted. She isn’t that person anymore!”
“I call bullshit!”
“Dani it happened to me! So you should get over it! I have!” Your sister took a deep breath before continuing.
“Little sister I don’t want you to get hurt. You have a damn good man that would never hurt you the way Sh-“
“You don’t know that!” You scream. “You don’t know Shit Dani! Your talking shit but you were at her house sipping cocktails and watching fireworks on Grammy’s night; at a party she threw to celebrate me! In a house that she built in memeory of us!” Confusion took over your sisters face.
“Mike has been mentally, emotionally, and physically abusive for years! And Shuri would have NEVER done THAT! It took Shuri a second to see me and nobody else noticed! She’s kept me out of here and safe, so Mikes abuse has been minimal lately. She hates that I’m staying here. Afaid of the consequences of leaving. But she’s trying her best to be understanding, and takes damn good care of me sis. Such good care….I feel so loved. So protected, and she’s only being a friend.” Tears now poured down you and your sisters face. “So Yea. I’m leaving. And I’m going to go be with Shuri. Because I’m in love with her…You can let yourself out.” You walk out of your house leaving a stunned Dani behind.
Underneath the apple trees, you sat on a bench with your head lying on Shuri’s shoulder. Munching on the perfectly juicy fruit, surrounded by the beauty of the garden.
“This is nice.” Your eyes closed taking in the smell of the flowers, the fruit, and the woman. Shuri smiled. “Yes it is.”
“Shuri?” She hummed, signaling you to go ahead.
“My sister knows.” Shuri’s brown raised as she continued overlooking the garden.
“How much?”
“She knows that I’ve been spending my time here, and that you’re Sweet Lady… She also knows about Mike.” Shuri contemplated on your words a moment before she spoke.
“Thwandie?” She speaks softly in that voice you loved so dearly.
“Yes?”
“I’d like to tell you a story.” You lift your head. Eyes connecting with the sharpness of her jaw, and her handsomely gorgeous side profile. “Ok?”
“A few years ago, There was a young queen, who lost her heart. After she lost her, she felt as since of finality. A vast emptiness that scared her to her core. And as she tried to give her Princess space. Time to sit with the betrayal of the queen. That emptiness penetrated her deeply. It drove her insane.” Shuri took a deep breath and you lay unmoving on her strong shoulder as her arm found your waist.
“So one day, she couldn’t take it anymore. She showed up to the princess’s home and she begged her forgiveness. Not for the well being of her love. Purely to mend her own brokenness caused by her own poor decision making. Needless to say the door was slammed in her face. Rightfully so. But the self righteous queen continued to bang and beg. Pleading with the princess to help her. All to no avail. So the queen placed her back to the door sitting, quietly crying. Woe is me. Until a few minutes passed and suddenly this wail comes from inside the house. Right on the otherside of the door. It was heartbreaking. Full of a deep ache. A soul wound. So she sat silently crying against the door, as her heart sobbed trying to cleanse herself of the wound the woman she’d trusted had given her.”
A solemn tear fell down your cheek, moans escaping your lips through the suppressed sound of hiccups. Shuri continued her own voice shaking as she held back tears of her own.
“I was still there. I heard it. Every body racking sob you let out. That sound etched itself in my mind for years. I got my shit together y/n. I sat and I tortured myself with the sound of the hurt I cause you. And I got up. And I got my shit together, and dedicated my life to being the type of woman who would’ve made you a proud wife. Because that’s what you deserve. That is what you have always deserved.” Tears welled from deep inside and coursed down her cheeks. “You said I inspired you. But you are THE reason. The reason for every move I make baby girl. The reason I learned to pray.” A sob escaped your lips as you turned looking out over the lake. Shuri shed tears of her own as she watched you. The sun was begining to set. Casting a beautiful light over your silhouette.
“I don’t know why you’re choosing to stay there with him. But, I’m ESTATIC that Dani knows. Because now I am sure that it will be short lived. I know it won’t be for me. But please… Leave him. I just want to see you happy.” Her eyes peirced into yours thoughtfully. You gaze back into her eyes, Your feelings beginning to bubble up ready to explode from your lips.
“Shuri I-“
“Panther, M’Baku is trying to reach you.”
“I apologize. I must take this.”
“Ofcourse, I’m gonna go inside. The guys are coming over for a session I should get to the studio.”
“Ok. I’ll be in shortly.” You smile and nod, turning to walk away, heart still racing from what had almost been said.
You stepped into the booth, befuddled by Shuri’s words in the garden. You’d wanted so bad to let her know that she owned your heart. That and so many other parts of you. Every part. She had been the insperation behind your pen, Making words flow from you like a river. You’d pushed out soo many songs to use in the past few months, just dreaming of her being yours again. Now here you stood in her home studio, prepared to bring them to life. Bruno sat behind the sound board with your producer Leon, when the doors to the studio opened.
Shuri swaggered into the room with enough posh to bring you to your knees. She had changed from her more formal wear that she wore in the garden. Opting for purple joggers with a black button up jersey that had Wakanda written across the back in gold and purple gradient letters. A matching cap sat low over her eyes as she walked through dapping up all of the guys. Freshly showered it’d seemed.
She sat on the leather couch directly in your line of sight, and your heart dropped into your stomach. Her smile brightened the dimmed room as she acknowledged you. Arms sitting over on the back of the couch as she man spread underneath the spotlight that was meant to highlight the art on the wall. Now there sat a much more interesting piece beneath it.
“You ready to run this one all the way through?” Leon asked. You tried peeling your eyes away from Shuri, it was as though her presence cast a spell over you. Your fingers graze against the fretboard of your guitar and you build up enough strength to nod signaling them to start. They start the countdown. And the music began.
“You got meee
You've got meeee
You've got meee
You got me speeeeechleeeess”
Your guitar sang, piercing throughout room to reach the woman you loved.
“Where you been, baby?” Shuri laid her head back against the couch. Her eyes peering at you from underneath her cap.
“My heart starts trembling
As I hear your footsteps pace”
At this point, everyone else had faded. There was only you and Shuri.
“Goin' out my head I think I'm losin' all my mind
Drive me crazy burning candles, makin' love all night
Feels so strange, it feels so crazy to be in your world
In your arms lost for words, you got me”
You put every ounce of passion you had for Shuri into the song. Her bottom lip was now trapped between her teeth only amplifying your lust for her.
“Layin' so closely
I feel your skin rubbin' and touchin' me
Only sweat between us
Feelin' you kissin' and pleasin' me”
Shuri began to involuntarily squeeze the cushions of the couch. Your words and voice coursing through her veins. She was now inside of your mind. Visualizing every word that came out of your beautiful mouth.
“I rub your back
I kiss your neck
I know that you love when we touch like that
I can feel you need me
Feels so good to me
Feels so good to meeeeeee”
The tension was thick in the room. Shuri was hypnotized and you couldn’t take your eyes off of her. Wanting to see every bit of her reaction to you. The song gets more intense, your pretty breathy voice igniting a fire inside of Shuri.
“You got me
You got meEeEee
You got meeeee
You got meee”
Your eyes open staring straight into Shuri’s.
“Speechless”
You go into another guitar solo. Your eyes shut tight as your fingers worked the strings with proficiency.
“all I can say is
Yeees
Yeeess
YEEESSSS, all I can say is
YEeEessss
YeeeEEESS
YEEEEAHHH, OOH!”
Your eyes opened and Shuri now sat on the edge of her seat. The look on her face undoubtedly lust.
“Kiss me
Hold mee
You've got me
SSSpeechleeess”
The song ended and silence penetrated the room. Your eyes finally dropped away from Shuri’s.
“I think we got it.” You say breaking the silence.
“Yea.”
“That’s definietly it.”
“I don’t see it getting any better than that.”
Agreement scattered throughout the room. Shuri silently sat back on the sofa, her eyes never leaving you.
The rest of the night was spent perfecting and mixing the song. Discussing music for other projects, and bullshitting. You all smoke, drank, ate, and caught up. The tension however never left between you and Shuri. It was thick in the air and everyone felt it. The subtle glances. The avoidance of touching or being near eachother.
Everyone started packing up to leave one by one, until it was only you and Shuri left.
“Bye love, I’ll come by tomorrow.” You say to Bruno as you shut the door to the studio behind him. Turning to Shuri who stood leaning against the mixing board. You cleared your throat.
“I guess I should be getting ready to head home.” Shuri nodded.
“Yea. That’s probably a good idea.”
“Probably so.” You agree, as you began to gather your things.
“If that’s what you want.” You hear Shuri say. It stopped you in your tracks. “It is pretty late.” She says fiddling with the rings on her fingers.
“Shuri.”
“Yea?” She finally looks up from her hands.
“I don’t want to go home.”
“Then stay.”
“I’m gonna take a shower it’s been a pretty long day.” you announce as the two of you enter Shuri’s bedroom.
“Yea go ahead. Help yourself.” Though you were often at Shuri’s home, had a closet full of clothes, and her fridge was stocked with foods you loved. You had never spent the night. Always choosing to go home for the sake of discretion. But, tonight Mike was gone and with Shuri was were you wanted to be.
Shuri took off her shoes and unbuttoned her shirt, getting comfortable while you took your shower. She headed to her bar area fixing a drink before taking a seat in one of the plush chairs in the seating area of her bedroom, and turning on soft music. The soft warm lighting highlighted her toned stomach. Glistening against the simple gold chain around her neck as she leaned back, sinking deeper into the comfort of the chair trying to figure out what she was doing. This was dangerous. The two of you were playing with fire, and Shuri didn’t know how much longer she would be able to hold out. It was becoming apparent that the feelings the two of you had for each other were bubbling over. It was getting harder for this friend charade to last.
She’d dreamed of the day that she could call you hers again. Nevertheless, this time she wanted to do this right. Questions flooded her mind. If the two of you crossed that line, how would you feel about her afterward? Would you regret it and run off? She didn’t want to ruin the progress that had been made with you. She could be totally misreading the signs. Shaking her head she took a sip of her drink, rings clinking against the glass. Sitting it on the side table, her finger circled the rim as she remained in deep thought.
The click of the door to the bathroom grabbed Shuri’s attention. You stepped out of the fog. A black lacy lingerie set with a robe to match decorating your frame. A diamond garter sat high on your thick thigh. Strappy stilettos graced your pretty feet as the smell of your fresh scent permeated the air. You strutted further into the room with all the grace of a super model. Shuri raised a brow as she looked to both sides of her, to be sure she wasn’t dreaming or on a trip. Her mouth sat slightly ajar as her eyes settled back onto you.
Your walk had always been unmatched to Shuri; the sway of your curves was genuinely hypnotic. You approached the table infront of her with your alluring stride, stepping up onto the golden table, your pretty toned, gartered thigh peaked out from under the robe. Your fingers brushed against the pretty pendants that dangled from the chandelier, your eyes interlocking with Shuri’s.
“These chandeliers.. they’re made from vibranium? Yes?” You inquired seductively.
The rise and fall of Shuri’s chest was steady through the sports bra she wore under her opened shirt. Her heart pounding hard against her chest. She placed her drink against her lips again taking a light sip, before nodding her answer.
You smile. “Good.” You pulled the tie of the robe from around your waist allowing it to fall open. You began to tie the strap to the bar inside of the Chandelier as you spoke, finally pouring your heart to Shuri.
”You know Shuri. I wrote that song with you on my mind. I hope you felt that. Lately, all I seem to do is think of you. The smell of your cologne, the sound of your voice, the way you talk. You told me a while back that you wanted all of me, not only my body. Baby I’m ready to give myself to you. All of me. Because you deserve it.” You pur.
“Y/n I-“ Shuri tried interupting, but you cut her off. “Shhhh. Let me talk, beautiful.” you placed a finger against your lips and Shuri obeyed.
“You treat me so fucking good Shuri. I can’t help the way my body reacts to you. The woman that you are. So strong, powerful, and yet you’re still so gentle and patient with me.” You close your eyes letting out a low moan. “Shuri. Shuri. Shuri. Just your name is enough to make my body tingle. It’s written all over me. All over her.” You grab onto the tie that now hang taught from the chandelier with one hand and your other made a trail down your body and stopped over top of your mound. “All over my kitty kat.” Your body trembled as your hand ran over your clit. Your eyes open, connecting with Shuri who was salivating.
She had leaned forward her elbows on her knees with her drink dangling from the tips of her fingers. Her bottom lip was relaxed slightly seperated from her top, wet from her recently running her tongue over top of it.
“Shuri, baby. You give so much. Work so hard. What I want to know is, who takes care of you?” You finally took full hold of the Chandelier and let your body hang, opening your legs wide for the Queen. “I can do that for you daddy. I’d do anything for you.” You began moving your body to the music as you hung from the Chandlier, showing off like an acrobat. Leaving Shuri In a daze “Will you let me?” Shuri let out a staggered breath.
“Fuck.” Her voice was shakey. Her tongue once again ran slowly over her lower lip as she sat back in her chair placing her drink back on the table next to her. Moment by Victoria Monet began to play as you spun from the glistening beauty above you. Shuri was too stunned to speak as your body spun, streched, rolled and grind to the sexy song. If she was dreaming. Bast did she never want to wake up.
“BhaBha, are you sure you want to do this?” Shuri finally found words.
“I’ll show you.” Every coherent thought that Shuri had been thinking before exited her mind as you dropped onto the table in a split. Removing the robe from your shoulders. You move out of the split onto all fours. Crawling over and placing yourself inbetween Shuri’s spread legs. You place your hands onto her knees and slowly make your way up the inside of her thighs, fingertips brushing against her womanhood before making up your way up to her beautifully toned stomach. You lean forward and kiss right above her naval. Her stomach tensed from the contact and she let out a muted groan.
“Mm. My Queen. Do you know your power?” You continue laying sloppy kisses on her abs. “Do you see yourself?” She hisses throwing her head back against the chair, closing her eyes tight as her core began to throb. She gripped the arms of the chair. “Ahhh shhhit” She moaned.
You climb into her lap, kissing up her neck. “You’re tense baby. Have you been neglected?”
“E-entle, I-I can’t. We s-said we’d do this the r-right way.” Shuri tried to stand strong on her word, but you would always be her weakness. You bit right underneath her jaw before giving it a peck to ease the pain.
“Touch me Sweet Lady” you moaned. “Please. I need it.” As if commanded by the sound of your voice both of her hands rose slowly from the arms of the chair, gripping the meat of your ass. The both of you moan out as if you’d waited a life for that exact moment. Shuri gently nudged the side of your head with her chin as you were busy sucking on her neck. The sexiest of bedroom eyes fell on you.
Trailing your face down to your lips. You took your the hint, leaning in you exchanged breaths before you gave her your mouth. Sharing your first kiss in five years. You pressed into her gripping her shirt. You basked in the feel of he tounge gliding against yours. The walls crumbled. Any doubts about going further going with them. It started off slow and loving. Pecking eachothers lips softly. Slowly the Intensity built with the desire that had grown inside the both of you for months. It became a wet, sloppy, lusty display of affection.
A groan fell from Shuri’s lips. Pulling away from you looking into those beautiful brown orbs.
“I’ve lost restraint ubusi. It....it's..um... been a long time.” You pull back a bit searching her eyes. Yours grew in shock as you reached the realization of what she meant.
“Shuri? Have you not..Have you not had sex since we broke up?”
She buried her head into you, a bit embarrassed to say.
“I-I Uh…we… I couldn’t.” She whispered. You felt your core pulsate. Knowing that this gorgeous woman who could have had anyone in the world at her disposal waited for you. It made you want to give her the world. You wanted to please her in every possible way. She belonged to you. And you belonged to her.
You grabbed ahold of her hands. Intertwining them in yours and placing a sweet kiss to her soft lips. You take one of her hands placing it over your breast. You take the other and place it on your clothed pussy.
“Don’t worry baby. It’s just like riding a bike. I know you still got it.” Shuri’s hand rubbed slowly against your pussy, her other hand squeezing your breast. She left open mouthed kisses all over the exposed skin of your chest, trembling at the feel of you. Your wetness coating her fingers through your panties. Your body was so hot you felt as though you would scorch her lips. Pulling down the lace of your bra, she freed your breast out of its confinement, before flicking her tongue over your nipple. She then began to suckle, moaning at the taste of your skin on her lips again. You roll your hips into her hand. And gripped the back of her neck, head rolling back.
“Oh yes. Just like that. You got it baby.” You moan.
“You sound so fucking pretty like this.” Shuri whispered as she gave your other nipple some attention. The sound of her voice mixed with the sensation of her mouth on you and her fingers pressing against your clit made your vision blur.
“Fuck..we’re really doing this.” Her eyes were glassed over, trained on the whine of your waist. “We’re d-doing this Shuri. I need you. N-need you to make me feel good”
Her eyes shut tight. A groan of desperation reverberating from her throat. She bit into your nipple and your head lolled back letting out a whine.
“Demethi.” She whispered
Suddeny she was up on her feet with you settled easily in her strong grasp. She carried you the short distance, to a cushioned bench laying you gently onto your back. She stood above you, her sweats dipping low on her hips. The muscles from her hips and pelvic region making a perfect V. You moan at the sight of the African Goddess.
My God, this woman is in love with me?
You thought to yourself as her hooded eyes stared down at you in admiration. The sight of you must have been erotic. Your breast pulled over the top of your bra, legs spread wide as your fat wet pussy soaked through your panties. As diamonds twinkled against your thigh.
“Ubuhle bakho bundigqiba amazwi (Your beauty renders me speechless)”
“Shuri Please baby. I need you. Let me show you how I feel for you.”
“Patience Phakade lam(My forever). I want to take my time beauty. I’ve waited so long for you to be back in my arms. Let me take my time.”
She settles herself between your legs, lifting your right leg placing a kiss against the jewlery on your ankle. She kissed, sucked, and licked down to the garter on your thigh, before biting into the thickness beneath it. Unable to resist. She grasped the garter with her teeth pulling it down your leg maintaining eye contact. Once she got it over your heeled foot she sat up straight dropping it from her mouth. She repeated the same actions on your ungartered leg, except she made her way all the way up to the crotch of your panties. Nuzzling her nose into you. Taking in your smell. You grind your pussy against her face
“Baby please she’s aching. I need you so bad.”
“Turn for me.” You eagerly sit up making a show of turning over onto your stomach for her. You lay flat, and she grabs your hips pulling your ass up, making you arch your back for her. You spread open wide for her and bounced each ass cheek seperatly. Showing off.
“Bast, so beautiful” She leaned down, pulling the string of the thong and setting it to the side of your ass cheek and spread you wide open.
“I’ve missed you sphalaphala sam (my pretty one)”
Your hips began to rotate in anticipation. She placed her face between the cheeks of your ass and placed a lick to your needy cunt.
“YES!” You yell, eager for her mouth on you. You go deeper into your arch.
“Ooohh that’s what you want pretty girl?”
“Fuck yes Shuri. Please!”
Shuri lapped at your pussy a few more times before taking all of it into her mouth. She moaned at the taste of your wetness as she gripped each side of your thighs, spreading you unforgivingly. Your moans were trapped in your throat as a tear rolled down your cheek. Yes! It was finally happening. You threw your ass back against Shuri’s face as she opened wide, sticking out her deliciously long tongue. Placing it inside of your hole. She fucked you with her tongue as your ass slapped against her face.
“Mmm. Smother me sthandwa.” She moaned into your pussy.
“Oh my God Shuri. Eat this pussy! Eat it. You better eat this shit! Just like that.! Yeeeessss!” Your praises landed on Shuri’s ears and sent signals directly to her swollen thick clit. She straddled the bench, getting comfortable as she cleaned her plate involuntarily grinding into the seat beneath her.
Her body quivered from the sounds coming from your mouth mixed with the squelching of your cunt. Fuck was she going to cum untouched.
“Uhn, uhn! Shuri! Oh Shuri! I’m gonna cum.”
“Let it go baby! Drown me! Cum on my fucking face!” On command your thighs began to shake and Shuri pressed your ass into her face taking hold to your clit trapping it between her lips.
“I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m cuuuummiiiiiinng!” You scream as Shuri held you against her as your body convulsed. Trying to fall flat against the bench. Shuri felt herself on the cusp of her own release and quickly removed herself from the bench. Face drenched in your nectar.
“Stay arched for Nkosazana. Please.” The sexiest groan left her lips. “I need to cum.”
You felt her hips grinding into you desperately from behind, She remained fully clothed much to your dismay. You felt her heavy breath against your neck and you panted along with her. Feeling high from her touch.
She pressed herself up against you. Running her hand up your spine she unclasped your bra with expertise. As she continued rolling her hips. Bending over she began placing kisses along your spine. Her hot breath making your body shiver. She made it up to your collar bones wrapping her arms around you gripping at your breast. She planted sloppy kisses on the back of your neck. Grunting as she grinded making your clit jump aching for her to touch you again
“Shuri baby?”
“Hm.” She groaned as she continued to kiss you.
“Use me. Please use me baby. Make yourself cum on me. Take what you need.”
Without hesitation, Shuri sat up on her knees not bothering to stand to take off her pants and boxers. She pulled them just below her ass and placed her thick swollen clit onto your ass grinding against it as you pressed yourself into her. “AhOooh. Oh Bast.” She moaned deep as her body jerked on contact, her clit sensitive and aching for release. She began thrusting into you with fervor. Face scrunched biting hard into her lip as she selfishly cosintrated on her release.
You reach between your thighs rubbing circles into your clit as Shuri ground her pussy into you.
“Oh Fuck Shuri! You like how that feels daddy. You like how this thick ass feels against that big clit daddy.”
“Fuck. Yes! Yes y/n don’t stop. Ah! Keep g-grinding that shit for me uuhhnnn r-right there. Oouu you feel sooo good.” She wound her waist behind you.
“Oouuu Panther, Never. I’ll never stop! I love it when you use me!”
Shuri gripped the back of your thong with both hands using it as leverage to press you further into her as she leaned her torso back slightly watching you work against her. Her head lulled back, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. You could her breathing start to pick up behind you as she began thrusting against you. You arched harder and she gripped the flesh of your ass hard. You knew it would surely leave bruises. She let go of you with one hand getting one of her pants legs off with the other to get a better angle against her clit. She began to spread you open as she concentrated on her nut. That’s when her engorged clit slipped into your folds. Your hungry hole sucking her in. Both of your mouths fell open at the sensation. Shuri’s thrust got impossibly faster as your pussy clenched onto her clit doing kegals.
A moan attempted to escape Shuri’s lips but it only came out in choked gasps.
“Pretty girl. T-take it eaaaasy on me!” You were insatiable feeling Shuri inside you. Teasing your hole as you rubbed your clit ferociously. It was like nothing either of you had ever experienced before.
“I want to feel it! I want to feel your pussy cum inside me!”
Shuri felt the pressure building and she could no longer hold it. She reached forward grabbing your locs, bending over to get her clit as deep inside of you as possible.
“You’re s-so fucking nasty. It’s so u-unladylike Entle.”
“I don’t want to be a lady. I want to be your dirty little slut. The Queens whore.” You spit back at Shuri. She let out a low growl, grabbing your hips, slapping her own against yours, fucking into you hard.
“Bast! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! G-Grip me! Bhaby grip me! I wanna fill that pussy.”
“Yes Shuri yes! Explode in this pussy!”
An animalistic howl left Shuri’s mouth, the sound triggering your own release.“Uuuuuhhhnnn.” She pulled your body up completely by your hair. Pressing you against her. Her hips stuttering and body shaking as she released years worth of cum onto your waiting ass. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.” She mumbled as you continue rubbing your ass against her, wanting to milk her of all her essence. She burried her head into your neck. Still quivering from her release. Both of you collapse onto the bench.
“You Definietly still got it Shuri.” You say breathlessly. You both laugh.
“The Queens whore huh? Oh Thando. You’re in for a long night.” Shuri says. You turn your head around, capturing her lips in a kiss.
“You waited for me. I have all night tonight and every other night after. Just tell me what you want. Now, I want to taste your cum.”
Shuri rose to her knees and you turned to face her straddling the bench. You came face to face with Shuri’s pretty brown soaked pussy.
“So beautiful.”
You smiled having missed the sight of her thick clit that jutted out from her pussy lips. You give it a lick and her body jolts. Still sensitive from her orgasam. You give it a few more licks before immersing it with your mouth. Sucking it up and down as if giving her a blow job. Shuri wrapped your locs up in her hand as she gently thrust herself into your mouth.
“Oooh baaaaby.” She groaned. “Just like that. Good fucking job.”
You moan at her taste and encouragement. Your hands travel up her legs caressing her hamstrings. One of your hands continued up finding its way between her thighs. Your middle finger finding its way to her tight hole.
“Shit. Mtuwam fuck me. Ahh!” It came out in a blissed out whisper as she continued to control the movements of your head.
“Mm, so needy” you moan into her aching twat. Shuri’s eyes were closed her mouth ajar concentrating on the pleasure you were giving her. You watched her abs contract with each thrust as your other hand found it’s way back between your legs. Shuri’s breathing sync’s with her thrust and you knew she was close again. Slurping at her bud you add another finger going a bit faster. Her legs began to tremble and you got ready to drink her sweet nectar.
“Yes that’s right give me another one Panther. Bless my mouth. You deserve it.” you whined.
“It’s coming baby! Catch it for me!” You opened your mouth wide and flicked your tongue over her clit.
“Uuuhhh it’s coming baby! It’s -“ Grabbing the back of your head she pressed you into her and her juices splashed onto your tongue and all over your face as you fucked her through it.
“Ugh it so good! Soso good!” Shuri screams as she let go again. You continue lapping at her getting her all cleaned up. Once she caught her breath she released you from her core. Bending down to place her lips on yours.
“Thank you so much for pulling that out of me. I needed that. Now daddy’s going take over pretty girl.” She smirked. Your core clenched around nothing anticipating Shuri’s next move.
She motioned you closer to her with her head wanting nothing more than to please the panther, you obeyed. She grabbed your arms wrapping them around her neck, and stood from the bench. Gripping underneath your thighs, wrapping your legs around her waist, she finally shook the other pants leg from her leg and carried you over to the bed. She tapped your ass twice signaling you to stand on the bed, motioning to the chandelier that hung from the mirrored ceiling. You smirked jumping slightly to grasp onto the bar inside.
“Show me how wide you can open up for me.” She said as she removed her shirt and sports bra. Finally standing before you completely naked. You spread wide open for her. Revealing your bare and soaking wet cunt.
“Stay just like that for me.” She pulled up her camera on her Kimoyo beads. “You don’t mind if I take pictures do you?” She stood back watching you. “You just look so beautifully erotic.” Her sensual gaze caused your core to pulse, and you spread wider for her camera.
“Mmm, that’s my girl. Look at how fucking wet you are. Hanging from my pretty Chandelier.” She saunters over to you closer placing her thumb onto your clit. You hiss.
“This shit is innovative sthandwa. I love your mind.” She said as she rubbed her thumb up and down your sensitive bud. “Let’s play a game. How much longer can you hold on while I taste you? Hm?” She stepped forward placing a kiss directly to your clit. You moan thrusting your pelvis forward chasing her mouth.
“Oouu look at you. You needed daddy’s mouth?” She didn’t waste anymore time. She dove in with an open mouthed kiss right to your core. You placed your thighs on her shoulders grinding into her face as you literally hang from the ceiling.
“Oh God! I missed that fucking tongue daddy!” You threw your head back watching the scene play out on the ceiling. She went between sucking your clit and fucking you with her tongue hands free.
“You taste *slurp* so fucking *slurp* good *pop*” She slapped your ass hard. The stinging pain mixing perfectly with the pleasure she gave.
“Mmm. It’s so good! You’re the fucking best!.”
The longer she went, the more your body began to tense and shake. Concentrating on holding on becoming an after thought along with your hands becoming sweaty. Your hands slipped and Shuri’s panther reflexes came in handy. She caught you by the ass, both of you landing roughly onto the bed. Shuri didn’t miss a beat. Your legs started to close as you got closer to your peak. Shuri slapped the inside of your thigh.
“Be a good girl. Keep them open for me.”
She carressed your thighs as she enjoyed her meal. You spread them wider and she rewarded you with those beautiful long fingers. Pumping in and out of your pulsating hole.
You look down, watching her long tongue circle your clit, before disappearing inside of you. Her eyes closed savouring your taste as she made your body feel better than it had in years.
“You feel s-so good Shuri. Ssss so good.”
Shuri curved her fingers hitting your spot, she opened her mouth wide using her entire tongue to place over the entire length of your clit pressing against it putting the perfect amount of pressure. Moving her head up and down. She looked up at you as she worshipped your pussy. Your back arched pressing against her more. Your legs began to shake. Your hands reach between your legs and to the top of Shuri’s head. Her movements became short and choppy knowing you were close.
“Give it to me gorgeous. I’m thirsty.” She demanded.
You gasp. Pressing her further into you as your body began to quake. “Mmmm baby baby baby!” You shout over and over, gasping for air as you cream heavily onto Shuri’s face.
“Mmhmm, mhmm, Let it out.” She pulled back after you stop shaking taking a look at her work. Watching the cream leak from you.
“I missed you pretty girl.” She spoke into your pussy nudging it with her nose before diving back in to clean her up. “Thank you for keeping me hydrated mama.”
She kissed up your body now hovering over you. “And thank you for letting me taste her again. I promise she’ll never want for a thing.”
Your juices sat on Shuri’s face, dripping from her chin. Her eyes, blown and focused. You opened your mouth and she smiled, opening her own and sticking out her tongue. You lift up sucking your juices from her tongue, and cleaning her face with your own. She lay between your legs grinding up against you as the two of you share your juices in a kiss.
“I need to fuck you now baby. Can you give me more. I want to make you cum all night.” Her breath against your ear sent tingles down your spine and there was nothing you wouldn’t do for her in that moment.
“Please. Please fuck me.” Before you knew it Shuri had plucked one of her Kimoyo beads from her bracelet, placing it against her twat. She tapped it and it expanded into her wide curved strap. She places one of your legs on her shoulder slowly entering you with a groan.
“Ohhh Shuriiiiii”
She enters you in one smooth push, making you gasp like a virgin on her first time. Lovingly, she looks into your eyes, and begins to fuck you into oblivion. She knows... instinctively knows...what you need. She whispers into your ear, "Ooooh y/n…...I'm going to cum in your pussy.” The notion fills you. All you want is her cum. At this moment she could talk you into having her baby.
“I missed this. Uhn, being inside of you. The f-feeling of you g-gripping me. So wet, so fucking tight.”
She rolled her hips one of your legs on her shoulder the other around her waist. Tears began running down your cheeks. Speechless. Your pussy was so sensitive. Shuri kissed the tears from your cheeks as she continued to thrust inside of you. Your moans of pleasure her motivation.
“So pretty, such a pretty pretty sound. The prettiest song you’ve ever made.”
Her thrust started to speed up. “I want more of it.” She took the leg from around her waist placing it on her other shoulder and sat up on her knees. She was completely in control, as she gripped your hips bouncing you on her dick allowing deep penetration. You moan salaciously "Fuck me....fuck me deeper!" She pounds you banging hard into you. You were so out of it in your pleasure that you hadn’t noticed Shuri moving you two up the bed until your back hit the headboard.
“Damnit Shuri I c-can’t! I c-can’t take it! Too gooooood! Sooo deep!” Her thrust made your words staccato as you did your best to fuck back into her.
“Yes you can. You’re taking this shit baby. Taking me so well.” One of her arms was straight out holding onto the headboard as her other assisted in bouncing you into her.
“Shuriiiiiii!!!” You yell as the pleasure became overwhelming. This caused her to press into you deeper pausing to feel your pussy squeezing against her. She slowed down. Choosing slow hard strokes, so you could feel all of her. You were full out crying now. A delirious mess.
“That’s right baby cry for me. The only tears I want to see. This pussy is mine now. Nobody else can have my pussy..”
You tried to reply but it only came out as gibberish. “I want to hear you baby. Who’s pussy is this?” You gather up strength to reply.
“YOURS PANTHER!!” She gives another slow and hard stroke. “What’s my name?!” Your head fell to her shoulder as tears continued to pour. “Uuuggghhh.” Your moan came out in a gurgle.”
Shuri’s hand that had been on the wall was now around your throat. “Uhuh. I asked you a question. What’s. My. Fucking. Name?” She punctuated each word with a thrust.
“AhhhUuuuhhhhnn!” You screamed. “SHURI!!”
“All of it b-baby! Say your wife’s name.”
“AAAAAja-A-A Adanna SSSShuri FUCKING UDAKUUU!”
“That’s a g-good f-fucking girl.” She praises against your lips.
Dazed and fucked out you began to speak gibberish. Spewing out whatever came to mind and Shuri replied the two of your foreheads pressed together lips ghosting over one another’s, as the two of you reached your peaks.
“I don’t ever wanna leave.”
“You don’t have too”
“I wanna have your b-babies”
“We can have as many as you want.”
“You fuck me so good”
“I’ll fuck you like this everyday for the rest of our lives”
“Uhn God your so sexy”
“And I’m all yours Entle.”
“Ooouuuu I’m cuuuummmmiinnng.”
You feel her body stiffen and know she will cum too. Finally she groans, "Oh y/n....I'm cumming with you!" Deep inside, you feel the cum shooting into you, and it tips you over the edge. You cum savagely, squirting onto Shuri’s strap, and your world shattered into bright shards of light and colour. Shuri had captured your mouth as the two of you came both of your moans and groans of pleasure shooting down eachothers throats. Shuri’s hips continued to stutter inside of you as she gave slow less powerful thrust. Your head lolled down onto her shoulder, as the two of you slide down the head board.
Your body was spent and you were dozing. You hadn’t been fucked that good since you and Shuri broke up. Just quick sessions of huffs and puffs until Mike got his. Leaving you to fend for yourself. She fucked you so good you could suck your thumb.
“Sthandwa, let me hear you.” Shuri said after a moment of recuperation. All you could manage was a hum. Her hand came to the top of your head massaging your scalp as you lay on top of her body.
“Uthando Iwami lungangolwandle. Impilo yami ngeke ibe lutho ngaphandle kwakho, Ndiyakuthanda.” (My love for you is greater than the ocean. My life is nothing without you. I love you)
“I love you too Shuri. My dear Aja-Adana.” Shuri lifted her head kissing your forehead.
“Thando?”
“Hm.”
“Can you give me one more?” Your body was screaming at you. Bone achingly tired, and your pussy was at capacity. But you wanted nothing more than to continue making love to Shuri. So you rolled over onto your back and spread your legs for her. She sat up, looking down at you as if you were the worlds most precious gift.
“Awusemhle (You’re beautiful)” Your tired eyes looked up into hers that had glazed over. She bent down placing a kiss to your tired sloppy cunt, and you jerk at how sensitive you are. She gave loving licks to your pussy. Doing her best to ease the ach before getting your last orgasam from you.
“One second.” She got up and headed to the closet. When she came back she held in her hand a double sided dildo. “Can you take it mtuwam?” You didn’t know. But you were definitely going to try. You held out your hand to her and she placed the toy inside. You lubricated the toy with your mouth and slowly inserted it into your aching hole.
Shuri’s eyes lowered as she watched you pump it slowly in and out. She crawled over to you, and sat legs open wide. She pulled you closer to her by the backs of your knees, and placed your legs over top of hers, inserting her end of the dildo.
“Ahhhhh” you both let out satisfied moans as the two you began moving your hips, your clits kissing as you meet in the middle. Shuri wrapped her arms around your waist, and you wrapped your arms around her neck. Moans and groans resounded throughout the room over the music that was now Victoria and Kehlani crooning about wanting to be touched. You could relate. Hands probing and carressing every inch of eachothers body as you bounced against Shuri’s lap. Your bodies dripped with sweat, intertwined, moving against eachother like well oiled machines. You leaned back so that she could get a better view of your beautiful breast bouncing. She leaned forward catching one in her mouth, bitting into your nipple and then running her tounge in a circle around it before sucking, and repeating with the other one.
She pulled you up placing her head in the crook of your neck. Biting licking and sucking. At some point it all stopped and the two of you could only focus on the feel of eachothers bodies this close to eachother again. You had found your way back into eachothers arms. When Shuri pulled back, you both recognized the stain of tears streaming down eachothers cheeks.
“I’m so sorry I ever hurt you.” She choked out with a sob. Your hands cupped the back of her neck as you brought your foreheads together. “Thank you baby. Thank you for giving me another chance. I promise you won’t regret it.”
“I know Shuri. I know.“ Shuri’s hips began to move faster in a circular motion. Sighing, moaning, and crying the two of you were experiencing a pleasure neither of you had felt before. It was otherworldly. Your lips ghosted over eachothers breath combining as you made love.
“Bast. You feel so good. I don’t ever want to loose you y/n. Be mine again. Please baby. L-let me call y-you mine. Shit!”
“Aaahh! I’m already yours Shuri. I belong to you.” Shuri’s pussy squeezed the dildo and she took control. Fucking you harder.
“Oh Shuri! Im about to cum. Cum with me!”
“Mm Mm. Not yet. Let go now baby. I’ll join your next one.”
Your body couldn’t hold it you released hard all over the toy. Shuri gripped your waist harder not stopping.
“SH - SH-SHURI!!! I-I can’t! OOOOOHHHH GOOOODDDUUUHHH!!! I can’t cum anymooore”
Shuri grabbed your neck continuing fucking herself on the dildo as it also stroked your sensitive inside. She nodded. “You can take it, Entle. You’ve been wanting me to fuck this pretty pussy for a while now. Let me get the big one out of you!” Your mouth was frozen open tears pouring down your face. The look on your face had Shuri ready to explode. She could no longer hold it.
“Come on baby! Finish for me. You can do it! I’m cumming y/n! Pull it out of me!” An intense pressure built up inside the two of you as the sun rose over the horizon, and the both of you reached your final explosive climax’s.
“UuuuhhhAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!” You let out a guttural scream as your body convulsed and squirted.
“FUUUUUUCCCKKKK, Fuuucck, Fuuuuuckkk!!!!” Shuri groaned as her own juices splashed against yours. You both reached down rubbing your hand quickly side to side over your clits, juices still flowing splattering all over eachother.
The two of you collapsed, seperating from eachother; but, covered in eachothers cum.
“We should take a shower.” Shuri said after slightly coming down from her high.
“I can’t move.” You say half dead. Shuri laughs. She sits up grabbing a blanket from the end of the bed. She grabbed your hands pulling you up, wrapping your arms around her neck. And bringing you over to a dry side of the bed. She wrapped you both in the blanket as you intertwined your legs with hers lying on her chest.
“The suns coming up.” You say.
“I noticed. I guess we got a bit carried away.” She chuckles
“A little.” You join her.
“Sthandwa.”
“Ewe.” Shuri smiled at your use of her native language, before turning serious.
“He cannot have you any longer. I mean that.” She grabbed your chin lifting it so that you could look at her. “The marriage is done. Time is up. You are mine and I want you here with me.” You smile, placing your bottom lip into your mouth.
“And here is the only place I want to be.” You say before the two of you drift into a peaceful sleep.
Click, Click
The sun blared into the room. Soft music still playing over the speakers. Shuri lie flat on her back, as you lie betwixt her legs, head resting on her naked stomach. The room was blurry as you streched opening your eyes. Your movement caused Shuri to stir beneath you, her grip tightening around your upper back. You lift your head to rub your eyes when the back of your head was met with cold steel. Your heart fluttered, as you turned your head only to be met with a familiar silhouette.
“Shuri.. Shuri baby..” You call out tapping her side frantically as tears began to form.
“Don’t be scared now, Waka. You disrespectful cunt.”
Shuri’s eyes popped open, at the sound of the male voice inside of her room.
“What the fu-“ She came face to face with your husbands calm demeanor. As he held a pistol to the back of your head. The anger in his eyes unmistakeable. Her eyes found your panicked ones looking up to her with sheer terror. Your breathing was erratic, and your palms began to sweat.
“Be calm Thandiwe. You are safe with me.” Calm, steady, not an ounce of fear, could be detected in her tone.
“You are a smart man Mr. Addai. Atleast that’s what I gathered from my extensive research.” Shuri brought her hands up to rest underneath her head. Her small perky breast exposed, however she was unfazed. Mike brought the gun up to her quickly.
“I already have a bullet in the chamber. I suggest you not move a muscle.”
“Relax. What are you afraid of? You’ve got the upper hand. The gun, the element of surprise. We’re only two women. What are we going to do?” Staring Shuri down, he kept the gun, and his attention on her. “Ubusi, go fix me and your husband a drink, and bring my robe. Cover yourself, your body is no longer his to see.”
Mike began to move the gun back to your head and Shuri quickly reached up grabbing the barrel, placing it back onto her.
“Ah ah on me oo.” She looks him dead in the eye, She acknowledges you again only with her words. “Do as I say my love.” You instantly get up from the bed taking the covers with you revealing Shuri’s naked, cum stained body. His eyes followed you as you scurried off of the bed.
“Don’t even think about it.” She whispered, bringing his attention back to her. His eyes trailed Shuri’s beautiful toned, cum stained body. “Excuse, the mess. We got a little carried away and passed out. So much cum. Have you ever made her cum? Didn’t seem like it last night.”
“You talk a lot of shit for a bitch with a gun to her head.”
Shuri chuckles. “Common sense. It betrays you Michael. What was your plan? To walk armed into the home of the Queen of a nation, quote undetected end quote, into an unguarded room. Hold a gun to my babes head, and somehow make it out alive to take her home?” She once again chuckles. “Did it not feel wrong when you walked the halls and not one guard or Dora spotted you? And here I believed you where at the very least a critical thinker.” Shuri cocked her head to the side, sizing him up. “We all but rolled out the red carpet for you. Idiot.” She whispered. Fear resonated behind his eyes, they darted from side to side now searching for Shuri’s henchmen.
Demure in the presence of the Queen, now clothed in your robe you approach her with her own, and the drinks that she’d requested. Composed and unafraid she stood to her feet without warning.
“I said don’t move!” Michael screamed, clearly unnerved. You place the drinks on the table beside the bed, and Shuri turns her back to you as you hold her robe open, so that she could ease it on. Shuri side eyed Mike, amused at his irratic behavior. Choosing not to acknowledge him at the moment, she placed a finger underneath your chin.
“Enkosi, Bambo'lwami. Be a good girl for me and stay out of the way.” She spoke sweetly as she placed a sweet kiss to your lips. Your gaze met hers adoringly. Even in imminent danger, she made you feel as though you were the only ones in the room, making your body react to her. You nod, “Whatever you want, baby.” It came out more seductively than you intended, and Shuri smirked, raising a brow. You turned to walk away and she bit into her lip.
“I’m going to have fun with that later. You smell that?…” Shuri sniffed the air. “That’s her arousal.” Shuri smirked. Picking up her drink from the table.
“Fuck you!” Mike yells, Shuri cringed.
“I think not.” She says, cooly taking a sip.
“My problem is not with you.”
“I bet it isn’t.”
“You saw an opportunity and you took it.”
“Is that what I did?”
“I’m leaving here with my wife.” Shuri stepped forward into his gun, the barrel between her eyes.
“I wish the fuck you would.” Mike took a shakey breath and In the blink of an eye straightened his arm out to the side pointing it towards you, letting out a shot. You scream falling to the floor, and Shuri took the thick glass and shattered across Mikes face. Dora rushed into the room. “Take her! I’ll handle him.” Shuri’s attention now lie on the groaning man on the floor. She bent down to his level, gripping him by the neck.
“I hear you like to fight women. Fight me.” Her demeanor was still calm as she spoke. Mikes face scrunched in pain.
“Come oooon now. No way way my little weak woman blow has you out already? Big strong man. Goooriiiillaaa!” Her laugh was sinister as she placed her face close to his, scrunching her eyes in faux confusion as he tried backing away from her.
“No? Nothing? Mchht, Demethi! I was wrong about you! I thought this would be fun! But you are truly pathetic.” She picked him up by his neck walking out onto her balcony hanging his body over the side.
“No! Please!” He screamed. Grabbing onto her robe for dear life.
“Please. Please he says.” His body thrashed under the strength of the Panther. Tears streaming from his eyes. “And he’s crying? My God! This is embarrassing for you. I see why that beauty downstairs made you so insecure.”
“Please just let me go.” Shuri raised a brow smiling. “Well if that’s what you want.” Panicked gasps left his lips as Shuri pretended to drop him. “Nononono! GAAHD!”
“You should be more specific with your requests Michael.” She held him a bit further over the edge. “I’ll tell you what. I’m going to go ahead and take my lady off your hands. You obviously can’t don’t no what you’re doing, so she’s mine now baby boy.”
“I honestly couldn’t have done it without you. All of the odds were in your favor, you had the power to make her never want to see me again. But you were negligent with a prize. Intimidated by her value. You brought her right back to me. And for that….” She pulled him up throwing him to the ground infront of her. “I’ll let you live. You are of no threat to me, and you can watch her be treated like the queen she’ll be.”
“The me before would have thrown you from the balcony, gutted you, and fed you to the lions. But I’m better now. And I’ll admit. I lied. This was fun. Now get out of my house.” Mike scrambled to his feet. Piss staining the front of his pants, bleeding from the side of his head as he rushed past Shuri, while she followed him out.
“Ikumkaziwam!” A Dora called out as they reached the top of the stairs trying to get Shuri’s attention. “Give me a moment to see him out of my home.”
“Y/n was hit by the bullet my Queen.” Instantly it felt as though the walls started to close in on her. Everything started to move in slow motion. The front doors opened and in ran your mother and your sister right as Shuri gave Mike a swift kick causing him to tumble down the stairs
“Where’s my sister?! Where’s my fucking sister?!” Mike reached the bottom of the stairs and Dani was on him immediately.
“You been putting your hands on my sister nigga! You shot my sister!” She screamed and threw punches to the unconcious man’s face. Your mother tried to pull Dani off of Mike but she was relentless. Shuri snapped out of her shock long enough to get to Dani pulling her off of him.
“He’s out Dani! He’s gone! Let me take you to your sister!” Dani pulled and tugged against Shuri trying to get herself out of her grip and Shuri let go. Dani snatched away, turning to Shuri placing a finger in her face.
“Don’t fucking touch me! This shit is on you!” She turned. “Somebody take me to my sister!” A Dora stepped in leading Dani to where you were.
“FUUUUUUUUCK!!!” Shuri yelled falling to her knees in tears.
“Pick yourself up little girl.” The voice of your mother came from over top of Shuri.
“I-I’m sorry.” Your mother shook her head. “Danielle is upset and irrational. You have nothing to apologize for. You know that.” Shuri sniffled.
“Yes mama I know.”
She bent to Shuri’s level grabbing her chin. “All you’ve done is love my baby. And you would never cause her harm. That’s why I called you to come get her. I knew you were ready. You’re not here for Dani or anyone else. You’re here for y/n. So get up.. and go be with her.” Shuri nodded standing to her feet.
Shuri entered the medical area of her lab inside of the house. She’d thrown on some sweats and a tshirt and rushed to your side. Bruno, your mom, and sister all surrounded you as She approached, seeing you lying unresponsive an open wound to your belly. “I’m sooo sorry sthandwa. I’m going to make this right. I promise.” She whispered standing over you, a sob breaking from her lips.
“Oh yea? And how do you plan on doing that?” Your sister glared at Shuri across from her. “Dani, now isn't the time for this.” Your mother interjects. “Then when is the time!? She shouldn't be here! Standing here acting hurt like she didn't cause my sister just as much pain as Mike did! It may not have shown up physically but you did just as much if not more damage and you couldn't fix that. So just how the fuck do you think you’re gonna fix this your highness!”
Your mother opened her mouth prepared to intervene, only to be interupted by Shuri. “Dani, I’m aware of what I did. I’ve received my karma everyday i had to wake up with her not next to me. I don't want any trouble. Your sister has forgiven me. And I hope in time you can too. Because I’m not going anywhere.”
The room was silenced. The Queen had spoken. She held onto your hand. Leaning down to whisper in your ear.
“It’s time to get up baby. This isn’t where our story ends.”
It was approaching midnight in Wakanda as Shuri stood outside of the river tribes village. People lined the streets dancing and chanting holding there sage and torches. Her eyes were misty, as Nakia, Toussaint, Okoye, and M’Baku stood steps behind her in support
“Usisi, they are ready for you.” Nakia says placing an encouraging hand onto Shuri’s back.
Shuri walked forward, watching her people celebrate the woman she loved. Tears finally fell as she thought back on all the time she’d wasted. The years the two of you could’ve spent had she not hurt you. The memories lost. You had always been a beckon of light for her, even when she couldn’t be near you. Your mere existence had brung her hope. Whether you knew it or not, you were the reason for the difference Shuri had made in the world. You’d made an immutable change in her life and she would forever be grateful. As Shuri reached the end of the alter she was met with the Elders.
“Ikumkazi wam, come.” The Merchant tribe elder stepped forward beckoning Shuri to her.
Shuri stepped forward and turned towards the crowd.
“Citizens of Wakanda, I Elder of the merchant tribe present to you Queen Shuri Udaku the Black Panther.”
Shuri gave her warriors salute and kneeled before the crowd. Their arms crossed over there chests in Salute to their Queen. The elder stepped aside, welcoming you and your family as you stepped forward in your traditional Wakandan garb.
“Heavy is the head that wears the crown.”The elder speaks up. “Tomorrow you will bare that weight, once conjoined with our beloved Queen and Panther. Today her shoulders are strong, mighty. As a gracious gift from bast runs through her veins. But she will not always carry the strength of the Black Panther. Tonight we test your willingness to bare the weight with your lover.”
Another elder steps forward handing you a wooden bowl with a deep iridescent purple liquid.
“Now my dear you will place this to your loves lips and strip away the powers of the Black Panther.” Slowly you walk up to Shuri who gave you a reassuring smile.
“Will it hurt?” You say concern filling your voice. Shuri looks up to you.
“My love, you don’t need to be concerned for me. I will be fine.” She reaches out squeezing your hand reassuringly.
With that, you place the liquid to her lips and she sips.
It immediately takes effects, veins poping from her forehead and neck, her teeth clenching, and brows furrowing. The people closed their eyes bouncing their shoulders to beat of the drums as Shuri groans in agony. As fast as it started it was over. She gave herself a second and stood to her feet, as the girl you met in your dorm several years ago. She’d grown her hair back. Once again rocking the curly top that you loved so dearly. Love filled her gaze as she took your hand. This was who you loved Not the Queen of Wakanda, not the Black Panther just Shuri.
She led you forward as the dancing and chanting began to start again your families combining behind you as she led you to the river. The two of you stopped at the edge the water, it tickling the tips of your toes before you turn your heads locking eyes adoringly before Shuri nods her head in reassurance. Together the two of you step into the water submerging yourselves in the blessed water.
People came, baring gifts of fruits and herbs to anoint your union as the full moon reached its peak. The Elders reached their hands out to you praying for the success of your marriage and reign as Queens of Wakanda.
You leaned forward, foreheads touching as Shuri’s hands snaked around your waist, your arms wrapped around her neck. And you heard her sniffles.
“They’re here Shuri. They’re watching. And they are proud.” She lifted her head allowing herself to be proud.
“I’m so exited to live the rest of my life with you bambo’lwami.” Your smile gave the moon a run for its money.
“I’m so glad you said yes.”
Shuri believed in the green light, the orgasmic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter- tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther ... So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
