#thunderprincess

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He turns her head, pulls her in for one last, furious kiss. She moans into his mouth, and Bucky feels something sharp twist in his chest.

After what feels like an eternity, their tryst finally comes to an end.

They both cry out as they come together, all tongue and teeth and slick movements. Shuri kisses his cheek, and they embrace tenderly, too spent to do much else.

Across the room, a small, unnoticed glass trinket crashes violently to the ground.

The sound of breaking glass finally brings Bucky back to his senses.

He needs to get out. Now.

Lumberjack!Thor x Developer!Shuri

I. KNOW. It breaks my heart. 💔💔💔

In fact, since I’m feeling oddly generous, let me give a quick little snippet from a thunderprincess fic I wrote AGES ago (that is maybe 400 words from completion but has also been FIGHTING ME for months lmao)

Shuri wakes up in her lab, amidst a pile of shattered glass and with the unmistakable, metallic tinge of blood in her mouth.

Immediately, she knows – something is desperately, horribly wrong.

She can feel it in her skin. Feel it in her bones.

She inches up slowly, ignoring the sharp flashes of pain that seem to have suddenly consumed her whole being, and wracks her brain for something to consider.

Something.

Anything.

And then it hits her.

In the lab and out on the fields –

it’s completely and utterly silent.

No.

No no no no no.

A sharp cry catches in her throat.

Without another moment’s hesitation, Shuri scrambles to her feet, bites down the shockwave of pain that crashes over her, and runs out of the lab.

She doesn’t have to go far.

Shuri meets them out on the field, just a few hundred feet from the palace. Scans the crowd of soldiers and Avengers streaming in, searching for familiar faces.

Bruce, who she’d met just hours earlier, is the first of the lot to meet her eyes. In the little time she’d known him, she’d come to appreciate the man’s endearing, awkward charm and relentless kindness. It’s strange to think that he’d been hypothesizing with her not too long ago, looking increasingly impressed with her mind at each turn.

But the look on his face now – leaves her nothing short of terrified.

The rest mirror some variation of the same. She sees it in their gait, in the way they stumble forward.

There’s a word for it. Defeat.

Her heart jumps into her chest.

No.

This can’t be.

Finally, she sees her.

Hobbling, injured, but, with Bast’s blessing, still alive.

The general of Wakanda’s armed forces.

Shuri runs to her, catches her hands in her own. Tries to hide the tremble in her voice.

It comes out, broken and quiet anyway –

“Where is my brother, Okoye?”

Okoye – beautiful, strong, fearless Okoye – looks at her with sad, dark eyes that Shuri can barely recognize.

“Okoye?” she repeats, stubbornly.

Shuri knows what this means. But she’s praying that she is wrong.

Okoye doesn’t meet her eyes this time. Simply shakes her head, a single tear running down her cheek.

That’s when she knows.

Her brother, the king, is dead.

Shuri staggers to her knees. Faintly, she notes that she can see black spots in the corners of her vision. That’s certainly not good.

A part of her mind yells that she should fight this. That she has a duty to her country, to her people, to stay standing, to stay upright. She is their leader now, and likely their queen.

But she’s not ready to be any of that.

She’s not ready to fight this. She might never be.

So instead, she lets the darkness take her, swallow her whole.

Written for all the angry folks who told me Shuri deserved a better ending and Bucky deserved a lil more suffering at the end of love and longing. (So read that first, or you may be confused). Who better to be a rebound than the God of Thunder? Though I assure you, he’s a lot more than that here.

Tagging my original Thunderprincess queen @r-oyalwolf and everyone else: @stephanythedramaqueen @lilithenaltum @gray-jedi-scavenger-rey  and wayyy too many other people, too. Hopefully y‘all see this, I’m just being a lazy bitch.

Disclaimer: I don’t consider it a part of the official fic verse (why it’s here and not on, like, AO3), but if you want to feel free! I just got hit by a writing bug that wouldn’t quit. LOL.

I apologize that this isn’t under a cut. Doesn’t work on my blog, for some reason, and never has. Ugh. Has something to do with it being private. So sorry.

OK enjoy! And as always, love feedback/thoughts/screaming.

EDIT: I lied. It’s now on AO3. LMAO.

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Bucky was having a horrible day.

Presently, he’s all but running to his next destination because of course —  of course — he was late.  For a meeting. With the princess. Just his damn luck, he figures.

Shuri hadn’t seen him for nearly six months now. He wanted to think it was because she was busy, and not because she was avoiding him, though he struggled to shrug off the possibility of the latter.

Somehow, something between them had suddenly turned cold. He didn’t know how or why, but he longed to talk to her as a friend, the way he once had.

Still, this was a strictly business meeting. The two of them needed to discuss security strategy while her brother was out of the country, on an incognito assignment with the Avengers.

He’d run over an hour and a half late, however, because of an emergency meeting with Hatut Zeraze commanders. There had been a sudden situation in Liberia, which was also Khethiwe’s current location of assignment. After a frantic meeting to help stabilize the situation and ensure she was alright (though he knew she was more than capable of handling herself), Bucky had dashed out, feeling more frenzied than he had in a while.

Worst of all, the messages he’d sent to Shuri via kimoyo bead didn’t seem to want to cooperate with him. Either they were acting up, or she had switched hers off. Hopefully, he thinks, she was still there. Hadn’t assumed he’d ditched her, when nothing could be further from the truth.

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He had just entered the building when he hears a sharp cry.

A familiar voice. One he’d recognize anywhere.

Shuri.

Oh, God. Is she in trouble?

He can tell the noise is coming from a room just around the corner. A reckless part of him wants to run in, bang the damn door down.

The princess could be in danger. And maybe it’s silly, considering that the heart-shaped herb now flows through her blood and he’d helped train her himself, but against all reason, he still worries for her. Worries that she’s too reckless, too young, too brilliant and beautiful for the world to take care of.

But running in could just make things worse, he reasons. So instead, he edges across the hall cautiously. Peers in through the slim opening of the door, so that he’s still hidden from view.

In two seconds, he wishes he hadn’t. Because what he sees makes his blood boil.

It’s Shuri, alright, but she’s not alone. She’s with someone.

The mystery man, whoever he is, is tall and muscular, with closely cropped blonde hair.

He has her pressed against the wall. Her legs are wrapped around him. His back is bare, his pants are on the ground.

Oh. And he’s currently fucking her into another dimension.

The cry Bucky had heard before wasn’t a cry from fear, he realizes. It was a cry of pleasure.

The roughness, the sheer strength of his movements are in sharp contrast to the way he’s kissing her, so tenderly and gently, like she’s the center of his world, his sun and moon and stars.

Shuri, for her part, is clutching him to her something fierce. Bucky can see angry, red scratches all down the man’s bare back that are clearly her doing.

But she whimpers loudly as he thrusts into her, kisses him back with even more passion than he’s giving her.

Bucky can feel bile rising in his throat. He doesn’t want to watch this. But he also can’t seem to move. It’s like he’s suddenly rooted to the ground.

Shuri cries out again, which breaks Bucky from his reverie. He turns and looks at her, in spite of himself.

She looks spent. Shuri’s slick with sweat, lips raw and bitten. She pulls away from their kissing, looking more tired and yet more genuinely happy than he’s ever seen her.

Bucky’s eyes meet hers. She doesn’t see him — he knows she can’t, not with the way he’s angled. But for a fraction of a second, he panics as Shuri frowns slightly, as if she’d somehow seen something there, in the shadows.

But the moment passes, consumed almost immediately by a gasp of pleasure as the man she’s with takes one of her smooth, dark legs and winds it tighter around him.

She grabs him by the jaw, pulls him forward and kisses him hungrily for that, rips a low groan from the man’s throat. There’s so much heat in the kiss alone that Bucky wonders how the man she’s with has lasted so long.

But then she pulls back, to whisper something in his ear. It’s so soft Bucky can barely tease it out.

But he does.

A simple request, nay, a command —

“Take me to the stars, my love.” she murmurs to him.

“Yes, dearest.” he whispers back, with such overwhelming awe and affection and sincerity that it leaves Bucky struck.

The man moves forward, re-adjusts them so he can push her knees up. She whimpers at that, locks her hands around his neck.

And just like that, he’s suddenly moving again. Thrusting into her, hard, and drawing out gasps from her that make Bucky’s insides twist into a poisonous knot.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she gasps out, as he pounds into her furiously, each movement sending her into seemingly higher waves of ecstasy. Her cries grow more and more unintelligible as he pushes the two of them forward, his strokes growing harder and stronger and deeper, as they climb the heights of passion.

She lets one hand desperately curl into his hair, to keep him going. Nestles herself in the crook of his neck as he presses into her further.

They’re reaching the end.

He turns her head, pulls her in for one last, furious kiss. She moans into his mouth, and Bucky feels something sharp twist in his chest.

After what feels like an eternity, their tryst finally comes to an end.

They both cry out as they come together, all tongue and teeth and slick movements. Shuri kisses his cheek, and they embrace tenderly, too spent to do much else.

Across the room, a small, unnoticed glass trinket crashes violently to the ground.

The sound of breaking glass finally brings Bucky back to his senses.

He needs to get out. Now.

At last, he turns and leaves, as fast as his legs will let him move.

The last memory he has of them is the man’s deep, embarrassed chuckle and the sound of Shuri’s gentle laughter as she teases her lover about replacing the shattered bauble that he somehow broke.

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Bucky looks back on the encounter with a storm of emotions.

Seeing her like that… had woken something in him he’d thought had gone dormant. A monster, one he thought he’d put to bed ages ago.

He’s got a girl of his own now. Someone he loves.

So why did he watch all that?

Oh, and more importantly —

What the hell?

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The news breaks a week later that the heir to Wakanda’s throne is seeing someone.

Princess Shuri is dating Thor Odinson. The former king of Asgard.

Better known as the God of Thunder.

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Bucky goes outside, kicks a suitably large rock, and curses violently when he thinks no one can see.

Doesn’t try to hide his anger. His confusion.

About what it all means.