#Ku'ku'lkán
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Waves of Love
pairing: Namor x reader
concept: When you look into the water, you see the reflection of love.
word count: 1k
warnings: poetic fluff, soft smut (fingering), beach soft smut, kisses, ocean love, slight angst but just amor, In k'áatech = I love you; Meent' uts= please; In yakunaj= my love nikté =flower, Itzia: = princess,
a/n: You have no idea how much I love Namor and what he is representing for my people. This is for my Latinos/Latinas amores
beta read but all mistakes are mine: @mrsmischief209
gif and moodboard made by me
line divider by the lovely @s-tarksintern
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Let your love warm me up while you are here
There is peace in the blue sky, the sand, and the endless ocean.
Lost loves have moved on without you, leaving you with nothing but sand beneath your feet and a sense of being abandoned on this land. The waves wash up and down on your toes, telling you that the lost souls in this world are dead.
This beach, however, is special to you because it is the only place where you can breathe and where the ocean caresses your body.
Thanks to him.
Ku'ku'lkán
As you called him on the shell, you got a sense of new, refreshing outlook on life.
I will do everything in my power to bring you out of the shadows in this collapsing world
You will discover a deeper understanding of yourself and life if you give the waves a chance to speak to you.
Namor.
Yo daré mi vida entera para el.
From the waves you see him emerge, and here you are giving him a chance and filling your heart with love. While you close your eyes, the sunlight warms your face. As he emerges from the sea, you can hear the wind whispering his song.
He sees you standing there and sees the dress around you, thinking of how it won't be allowed in his ocean. A smirk spreads across his face as he walks toward the shore with the sun shining on his golden spear.
There will be no one dearer to him than you and his only love. Weeping tears of loss and loneliness at the sight of the night. He promised you, when you shared your fears with him, there would be no fears allowed, as the ocean is feared, but you would become his queen, so you will be feared by all.
Use the power as a weapon to heal everything.
There is no good to be found on the surface because of the history of greedy destruction, of love sacrificed for power, and of conquest. You give him hope for the future with your bright eyes and beautiful spirit.
The soft breezes of another world lullaby to you as you stop, sit still, and listen.. You are in his dreams, and you wave at him as sweet dreams fill your heart.
His brown eyes stared at you and let the sun burn away the fear, melting into a wave of pleasure for him. He kisses the hand of the most precious thing in his life when he lifts it to his lips.
You.
Your bare toes touch the deep of the ocean as he pulls you toward the water.
A laugh escapes you, "Namor."
His eyes danced as he teased, "I got you, Itzia."
"I-" You are trying to argue, but Namor is leaning forward and pressing his lips against yours, silencing you.
Because of this, my love, you are the brightest
During the kiss as your eyes fell shut, you didn't even realize he rips your dress floating somewhere in the water, his arms around your waist, and your legs around his waist.
"My pretty Nikté." Namor murmured with a soft grin, his thumb stroking down your damp cheek. You smiled against his palm.
"How did I get so lucky to have you, In yakunaj?" he murmured in clear amusement and kissed your forehead.
His fingertips ran down your body, leaving a gentle cooling effect. Your eyes widened in surprise as you suddenly found yourself underwater. Then, while underwater, he smirks and kisses you again.
When you look into the water, you see the reflection of love.
He holds your wrist against the sand tracing the bracelet he gave when he took you to his kingdom. He smirks as his hands trace down your bare legs, "Who is your amor”.
"Namor," staring up at him with an intrigued expression on your face. "Meent' uts, more"
Two of Namor's fingers slide inside your pussy, gently stroking you.The other hand traces against your stomach reverently. Gliding slowly up to your breast to caress the heated flesh.His face lights up at the sound of your pleasurable moans.
"Fuck!" you scream at the strong orgasm creeping up your body. When the heat and water cover your skin, your hands curl at your sides, begging silently for more as you try to hold on to the sand.
You may lose sand from your hands in this world, but He is not slipping away from you. A man who loves and fights for his people is Namor.
As soon as he removed his hands from your hip, he began lightly brushing his fingertips along the skin where his lips had been before. His love for your moans grows as he watches them evaporate into the fire. He may enjoy burning down the world for you, but he loves burning your body for him.
You wanted to be around someone like him, who had a primal look in his eyes.
Your eyes shine brighter than fire and reflect broken glass. You will open your eyes to love if you let me.
He presses soft kisses on your neck as he strokes his fingers around your inside. Bringing you the push and pull in the way of a tsunami as if he commands the water to his will.
In k'áatech
Water flowing as the love dousing the fire leaving just the love that flows between both hearts no more the physical body but the emotional
I'd like to go with you.
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Namor- The Ocean Calls 10
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Taglist: @alinefrank @deliciousfestsalad @couldnt-come-up-with-a-username @omgsuperstarg @lunamoonbby
The next morning I awoke, the spot and air around me cold. Opening my eyes the light was dim in my room. I sat up looking behind me hoping to see him; to my disappointment he was gone. Gathering the blanket around me I stepped out of bed toward the mirror. My neck and chest littered with love bites and bruises from last night.
My hand ghosting over each one remembering how each one got there. I smiled recalling the soft touches and kisses from him. Last night felt different then before almost as if he had something to lose. Going over the table where my tea cup from Idris still sat I lifted it. The tea inside cold and stiff, a tear slipped down my face this would be the first morning I’m not greeted with her smile.
I wouldn’t be reading with her or asking her non-sensical questions about the biome in the city. Placing the cup back on the table I turned toward the bed; the sheets and pillows scattered. There on the end of the bed a garment was folded and placed. Walking over I picked it up recognizing it as Namor’s; I hugged it to my chest. Today Namor would take his rage out on the country of Wakanda.
Setting the cape down next to the tea cup on the table I made my way over to my bed. Pulling the book out between my mattress I looked for the same tunnel as yesterday. Gathering my suit and changing my clothes I made my way out of my hut to run into a guard. He turned looking at me not saying a word; I was frozen in my spot.
“Oh I’m sorry, I was just heading to the library,” I made my way passed him but he stepped in-front. He shook his head and motioned to my door again.
“Am I not allowed to leave?” I asked biting back frustration. He again didn’t say anything only looking at me emotionless. I took a deep breath before nodding and turning back into my hut. Closing the door behind me, I looked around hoping for a discreet exit.
The main pool must be blocked off as well; grabbing my book I looked for alternate routes to the west of Wakanda. Running low on time I ripped the page from my book; looking out the window of my hut the guard had stepped away. I opened my door looking around and seeing no sign before quickly exiting to the back of my hut. Pulling the map out I compared my reference to my surroundings before here the steady stream of a fall.
If my map is accurate this pool runs deep and a separate cavern ventures into the main one to the city. Activating my suit I dove into the pool straight down; looking to my right I watched the water run down stream. The current gently carrying me down; I appeared into the city.
Looking up I headed towards the military faction; entering I saw a handful of soldiers prepping a whale for the trip. I stealthily made my way over grabbing a helmet and body armor to disguise myself. Gathering into a crowd I was handed a spear and headed toward the massive mammal. Looking forward I watched the soldiers gripping the rope around the animal. A drum was heard and the animal calling before moving forward.
As the speed increased my body began to go horizontal against the animal. My grip was weak and faltering holding on with two hands still holding the weapon. Fear creeped into me afraid of being discovered. A hand suddenly wrapped around mine keeping my grip in place. Slowly turning I was greeted my a familiar face, Attuma. I quickly averted my eyes before he could notice, pulling myself tighter against the mammal.
The ride was like nothing I’ve ever experienced; I was riding a whale. Well… Kind of, if you call the assistance of Namor’s general help. Attuma soon let go making his way toward the head of the whale as it began to surface. We surfaced and I was surrounded by a grand city; this was Wakanda. Never have I thought I was to see the city in the flesh since outsiders couldn’t enter freely. The soldiers began chanting as they went back under water swimming to shore; falling in with the group I followed.
Once my feet greeted the ground I made my way away from the crowd to the right of the beach. Taking the helmet off I deactivated my suit; I walked into a market as shops were flooded. The screams of people surrounded me, my senses were all over taking in the chaos around me. These poor people were collateral damage to Idris’s death and Namor’s rage.
I dropped my body armor and helmet running down a alley way into a city square. A wave coming down to the left of me; someone running and knocking me back as the water got closer. I quickly got to my feet and behind a tall stone pillar at the water smashed against it. My hands were shaking my adrenaline through the roof; I heard the cry of help from someone ahead of me.
It was an older man with debris over his legs; I ran over trying to push the debris off of him. Seeing I wasn’t strong enough I grabbed a thick broken board propping it under and using my body weight against it. A bystander ran over assisting the man out from beneath; the man nodded at me and I let the board go as the debris fell back.
“Are you alright?” I asked kneeling down to access his legs. Pulling up the legs of his pants his shoes missing deep cuts were exposed. Looking at the other man assisting I pointed to the door behind him.
“In their quickly,” I said. Taking the mans arm around my shoulders we made our way inside. I ripped a piece of my dress off to wrap around the wound to cease the bleeding. The man soon pushed me aside and showing me his wrist.
“Kimoyo beads this will help with the pain and stop the blood flow,” he said. Pulling one off he placed it beneath my cloth applying pressure; the older gentleman wincing at the pressure.
“Go, I can take care of him get too somewhere safe,” said the man. I nodded thanking him before exiting the building. The street cleared but water still flooding the roads. I looked around hoping to see anyone, seeing a person running I followed in suit.
The jets of the planes ahead rang around me from above. The sounds of war was around me as warriors of Talokan attacked Jabari tribesmen. Soon a Taloknian soldier appeared in front of me. I put my hands out in front of me as he readied to strike with his spear. Covering my head as the spear came forward I was saved by a figure. Looking up I saw Attuma grabbing the spear and shoving the soldier back having him loose his grip on his weapon.
The soldier looked up in shock at the general who through his weapon on the ground at his feet. Attuma then turned to me, putting his hand out he took me. A sinking feeling fell in my gut as Attuma wordlessly lead me through the streets back to the fishing docks. There Namora and soldiers rounded the corner and out of the water appeared Namor. His eyes scanning the crowd before falling to mine as I stood a bit behind Attuma. Namor’s face going cold and angry as he made his over to me.
“What are you doing here!?” He yelled.
“Do you know the danger you are putting yourself in! One of my soldiers could’ve killed you,” he fumed.
“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t go on knowing you were doing this,” I countered.
“Your killing innocent people!” I yelled stepping around Attuma.
“These are surface dwellers there all the same,” Namor replied.
“Do not blame Wakanda for the suppression of your ancestors; that’s not fair!” I stood toe to toe with Namor now. Namor’s anger now boiling, before saying another word we suddenly was interrupted by a yell. Namor putting his arm up blocked the oncoming assault by a Jabari soldier. Namor turning punched his fist into the chest of the man as he went soaring into a kiosk.
“Take her back now,” Namor commanded Namora.
“You and I will talk later,” Namor said to me before flying up. Namora walked over to me activating my suit and taking my arm dragging me to the water. I grabbed her wrist digging my heels into the sand. I am no prisoner and I will not be treated like one.
Soon shots rang down from the sky onto the shore; the ship sending sand flying causing Namora to covering her eyes. I fell back from the explosion sand entering my mouth causing me to cough. I soon felt a pair of arms circle me pulling me back inland. Looking through my irritated eyes I saw a Wakandian waving down a medical place above.
Pulling me and laying me down a beam came from the plane lifting us up. Once in the ship I was brought to a bed on the floor and given a wet cloth to clean the sand from my face. Once my ears stopped ringing I took in my surroundings I was in a ship. We hovered above another spot this time a member of the Dora Milajae and Princess Shuri arrived.
I was pulled to my feet by a woman who buckled me into the seat as Shuri sat next to me. A child laid next to my feet now as a doctor was giving CPR. I sat in shock this is what war on the frontlines is like; the life of children not even safe in the eyes of Namor’s revenge.
Looking out the window Shuri began to shout to the pilot. We took a hard left toward a tall building toward the edge of the city. A huge water explosion emitting from it and a figure floating by. My heart sank as I noticed the figure; Namor stood there as we pulled up to the roof. Shuri quickly unbuckled herself as we landed sprinting out and three others following.
I got my bearing and soon followed close behind; I ran down the grand hallways and into the main conference room. The water pouring out from the door Shuri crying out as two women applied CPR to the queen and a girl. I froze taking in the scene and looking forward to Namor.
“Bury your dead, mourn your loses…” pointing to Shuri “You are queen now,” Namor found my eyes at the door entrance. He looked away before faltering and flying away diving into the river below. Shuri cried out and the male soldier turned toward the door. Stopping he recognized me quickly making his way toward me.
Taking a step back he grabbed my arms; I looked up as a tear ran down my face. He looked at me with disgust before dragging me into the room throwing me to the floor before the two bald women.
“She was on the shore talking with the fishman. I think they know each other,” the man said. One of the women pressed a spear beneath my chin; my lip trembled.
“We will take her,” the woman said. My head fell as a sob came from me.
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Delayed Fate
(A/N): Hello everyone this is my first fic where I don't take requests ((And first Namor Fic!))but get ideas by spinning three wheels in an app. One wheel has characters that I like, Second sentences that I will be using, the third is the AUs it would be set in. The third Wheel has only Soulmates AUs, but if I got inspired I might add another AU to future stories, just to make them more interesting. Without further or do, I hope you enjoy this one.
Character: Namor / Ku'ku'lkán
Alphabet AU: A...Aging stops at 18 until you find your soulmate so the two of you can grow old together.
Sentence number: 40 - "Anywhere with you is everywhere I want to be."
Warnings: black panther forever spoilers, angst, mentions of injuries, fluff at the end, grammatic error. (If i missed any warnings please tell me.)
Word count: 9,724
Aging can be a terrifying process for most.
Growing older, becoming weaker, your body changing in ways you didn't expect or understand, and having to depend on others for the smallest of things. It is indeed terrifying. That is why some people would try and stay young as long as possible, and it's not by doing the usual thing where they would use pharmaceutical products or do surgeries. But they would be going as far as doing everything in their power to not meet their soulmate, the one person who they are meant to grow old with, to finally start their life together.
In this world, people stopped aging after their 18th birthday, when they are meant to go out and explore the world and meet people in hopes that one of them is their destined partner. But meeting a soulmate is like a cruel game of guessing because you would have to spend significant time with this person in order to see if you aged or not. When realizing that none of them aged the partners would either break up immediately or stay together for the sake of not being alone, but as said before, others would do everything in their power to disconnect themselves from people for the sake of an immortal life, which is foolish since there is no true immortality, everyone dies in the end, either by fate or beside the one they love.
That's why after (Y/n)'s 18th birthday she did not waste time and ventured into the world to meet people and have new experiences in hopes that one day she would meet the one who is meant for her and her for them. Now, the longest a person stayed 18 before meeting their soulmate was less than 50 years, so imagine her surprise, disappointment, and sadness when she spent almost 300 years alone.
In the first 100 years (Y/n) was crying, not only because she still haven't found the one, but also because she saw how the world around her was going by fast, her family was dying, her close friends who already found their soulmates were growing older, forcing her to be left behind as everyone around her was living their lives. She realized that she doesn't have a place around in her hometown so she decided to leave and find a home somewhere else. During her 200 years, she explored everything she could, the different cultures, learned different languages, and learned how to fight to protect herself from those who found out about her "Situation" and wanted to use her. Shield reached out to her and asked to help them build their organization with the promise of tending to her every need as long as she lived and she took it.
(Y/n) even came across magic users, which lead her to meet the ancient one who helped her accept this long life of hers, she stayed with them a good 40 years, learning what she could about magic since she did not have the talent for mystic arts. During that time (Y/n) has already several homes around the world, thanks to the money that she was investing and the money that Shield would provide her with, she owned several weapons, mechanics, firearms, and even traditional weapons. One day she heard of an artifact in the corners of Nigeria that might hold some magical power, she didn't know what it was but she knew that if it was dangerous she needed to keep it with her or at least deliver it to the ancient one.
That's how she met King T'Chanda and found out about Wakanda.
She remembered the look of pity he gave her when she told him her story, maybe that pity is the reason why he extended a hand of friendship, and to maintain this friendship she swore that she would never speak of his country's existence. Every few years she would go there and visit him, for a while he was the same as her. He lived as a young man for a long time, which made her understand the look of pity he gave her because he understood what she was going through. So her jealousy was also understandable when she came to visit one day and found him aged a few years with his hand wrapped around a beautiful woman who was pregnant. (Y/n) held no romantic feelings for the king, but she hoped selfishly that he would remain without a soulmate like herself, that she would at least have a friend like herself. But again, she forced herself to accept the reality that she would be alone for a very long time until something came to end her life, but up until that happens she would live her life the best she could.
Now, the great thing about the Wakandan Royal family is that they accepted her as she is, they did not give her weird looks nor did they attempt to experiment on her, like how most of the world acted. She remembered how annoyed she was when T'Chanda made his son T'Chaka call her "Great Aunt" and from then on she was called as such despite her very youthful look. But she accepted in the end and even enjoyed it a bit.
Then (Y/n) entered the 20th century and everything started to go crazy. She could handle the super soldier project because it was kind of expected after seeing in what way humanity's technology was taking, especially in the name of winning a war. Then there was the time when she found out that aliens existed, which means that alien invasion was inevitable so she took the right measures and that was staying away from it, because what can she do? Immortal or not she was still a human with no power, yes she has magical items that can be used as weapons but that would be risking exposing the existence of sorcerers so she decided to just stay back, after all, Fury assured her that he has a plan and that is by assembling a team of heroes.
Where was (Y/n) during all that? Having a very long vacation in Wakanda, where she was helping Shuri test her new inventions and helping her prank her brother. She would train with T'Challa and give him bits of advice that he might need as a future king. And, Of course, she would chat with T'Chaka and Ramonda and even lecture them, which was a funny scene for their children to see them being lectured by an 18-year-old girl. Yes, she had a really close connection to the Wakandan royal family, which was understandable when she helped T'Challa try and catch his father's assassin. (Y/n) got a lot of backlash because of it from Fury when he found out the truth. It caused her to be kicked out of shield, but she didn't care because she knew that if she stopped T'Challa from seeking revenge his anger would have blinded him further, and would have probably rebelled and caused further harm not only to himself and his family, so she allowed him to let out everything from his system knowing, in the end, he would be able to find his own way back.
So it was understandable how happy she felt when T'Challa came back with the said assassin wanting to help him recover after learning why he did what he did.
Then after that in a few years, the snap happened, and (Y/n) did not disappear like half of the universe. Because of Fury's disappearance, Shield contacted her begging her to come back and help them control the chaos, which she reluctantly did. She did not want to go but Queen Ramonda assured her that they will keep in touch and that Wakanda was probably more prepared than the rest of the world, which was engulfed in chaos.
(Y/n) might have lived centuries, but those 5 years felt longer and emptier. Jumping from country to country to help assert order, calling what is left of the Avengers to see if they had anything they could use, and when she has time she would contact Shuri and Ramonda. At the start of her, "immortality" (Y/n) would have depressive episodes that she struggled greatly with but thanks to the ancient one who helped her learn how to cope with it, she thought she got over it but there she was crying in her apartment wishing that all of it would just end, the loneliness is getting to her again and she was afraid that this time she won't be able to escape it.
Thankfully, Scott Lang showed up and gave them the hope to fix all of this. When they finally built the time machine (Y/n) told them that she was going back to Wakanda to tell them the good news, coincidentally, shortly after the time of her arrival the people who had disappeared in the middle of the battlefield materialized back. (Y/n) cried with joy as she saw T'Challa reunite with his family.
After the war was over (Y/n) resigned despite Fury's attempts to persuade her to stay, but she refused because she did not want to be alone anymore. She moved permanently to Wakanda, who welcomed her with open arms. She became an unofficial consultant to King T'Challa, whether it was concerning his people or his love life she was there to aid him, same with Shuri who always told her about different types of shields and weapons that she could create for (Y/n) to protect herself with since she was still just a human, she would keep Ramonda company when her children were too occupied with their work to be with her.
They were her family, her people, but she knew that one day she would have to say goodbye to them as she continued living, but she didn't expect that goodbye would come much too soon with T'Challa.
(Y/n) was with Shuri in the lab trying to help her think of how to bring the plant back to save him, if they could turn back time to save half the universe then why not bring back an extinct plant to save their king. But when T'Challa asked to see them, (Y/n) went while Shuri stayed back saying that she was so close and can't waste time.
"I… I have a request to make-" His words were cut off by a harsh cough, which caused (Y/n) to hurry to his side in an attempt to soothe him.
"Don't strain yourself." She lectured but T'Challa shook his head and waved his hand to those who were in the same room extracting them to leave them alone, before turning back to her.
"My great aunt…" He murmured with a tired smile, which caused (Y/n)'s heart to ache as she fought back tears.
"I know that I might be asking too much of you…" he uttered between gasps as he struggled to breathe. "Take it … as a dying man's … final wish…"
"Don't say that, Shuri and I will find a way to bring back the plant and you will be good again." she assured. "Just … please hang on a little bit longer."
He just smiled at her, which caused (Y/n) to break into tears, T'Challa squeezed her hand as a way to comfort her but it only made her cry more as his hold was also weak.
"I'm sorry to have caused you more pain…I know you had gone through enough loss… but…my time is coming soon, I can feel it." He tried to reason but (Y/n) only shook her head, refusing to acknowledge such truth. T'Challa decided to continue.
"Please look after them…" He finally confessed. "Not my mother and sister only…"
(Y/n) immediately understood the implication and looked at him and nodded as she wiped her tears.
"And don't tell Shuri…she is not ready… at least not now."
Throughout her life (Y/n) saw many different reactions to loss. Some cried and screamed until they had nothing else to let out. Others raged out, breaking everything in front of them and even fighting others. There are those few who ignored it and continue with life as if nothing had happened, very few accept it. but the reaction that she saw the most of, was acting hastily and irrationally. Whether it was by saying something they don't mean or doing something that they might regret later thinking it was the best decision while they were high on emotions. Both (Y/n) and the queen understood that things weren't safe enough to bring T'Challa's son, not only the world but also Wakanda, and if Shuri found out she would probably demand that the boy be brought back or she would go to him, which would risk his safety because they still don't know how she would act when she does meet him. So after the King's death, Ramonda and (Y/n) grieved with Shuri and did their best to help her cope with her emotions.
After a year of isolating herself in her lab, Ramonda decided to take Shuri out one night so she might connect with her daughter again, which (Y/n) encouraged. She expected many reactions after their return.
Anger, more sadness, neutral as if nothing happened, and the reaction she hoped for was happiness and acceptance, but what she did not expect was both of them to return with a look of pure fear and worry.
"There was this kid- well he looked like a kid but he isn't, he has wings on his ankles!... he just comes out from the water and started making demands-" Shuri was trying to explain to (Y/n) who was lost and trying to understand her.
"Shuri, breath dear, who are you speaking about?" (Y/n) Asked with great concern.
"He said his name was Namor."
When they explained her situation more clearly, (Y/n) to try and help them come up with a plan on what they should do, she told Ramonda how some will agree to just give him the American scientist to do whatever he wants with them and that others will demand a fight. She must be the neutral ground so that they won't dare judge any decision she makes. So she decided to just bring the scientist, to at least be protected by them, and then on they would negotiate with this "Namor" person.
"What if we took great aunt with us?" piped in Shuri and her mother and Okoye's not so whispered conversation. "Maybe even call in my favorite colonizer."
Ramonda was hesitant when she thought it was only Okoye and Shuri but having the great aunt with them reassured her a bit, that's why (Y/n) can't imagine how she must be as she stared up at the walls of the cave around her. She was the first to wake up after she, Shuri, and Riri were taken by the blue soldiers whom she assumed were Namor's. The women that were assigned to them, who were also blue, motioned for her to come with them, giving sleeping Shuri one last look (Y/n) hesitantly followed her to a room covered in murals, and in the middle of it He stood.
"I assumed you are Namor?" She questioned, earning his attention.
When their eyes met (Y/n)'s heart thumped heavily against her rib cage, her body felt as if something washed over her as if something was lifted, and looking at him she could tell he probably felt it too because he gave her a look of bewilderment. Before any of them could say anything another woman came and told him something and he replied to her an order before she bowed and left.
"It looks like the princessa is awake." He stated, his voice causing a shiver to go down her spine.
"If you dared to harm her, I swear to-"
"All of you surface dwellers are the same, always marching to fight without thinking." He replied.
"Says the guy whose people ambushed us on the bridge and then kidnapped us."
"If I remember correctly it was you who came to me willingly."
"And allow you to kill an innocent soul?"
"I will kill thousands if it meant the safety of my people!"
Before she could reply to him Shuri came in and stood between him and (Y/n), in an attempt to protect her after hearing his last statement.
"And if you dared to harm my great aunt it would be you who dies next!" She threatened while glaring at him.
"Great aunt?" Repeated Namor with a puzzled look as his eyes darted between Shuri and her. then it clicked, and he focused on (Y/n). "How old are you?"
"You know … up there it's rude to ask for a woman's age." (Y/n) jested as she deflected the question, not trusting him enough to tell him anything about herself.
Having a closer look at the boy in front of her she realized that he was also around her age, he had a lean yet fit body, and his face was bare from facial hair, the thing that is giving him some sense of maturity was the accessories that he wore but from the way that he was acting he must be like her, stuck in this young body until they met their significant other, she didn't know if he was older or younger than her but what she does now is that this long life can have different effects on people, and since he was so determined to protect his people to the level of taking innocent lives she can tell he was unbalanced.
He asked to talk to Shuri privately since she was only true royalty of Wakanda, but (Y/n) still insisted to keep a safe distance so she can see them, and every now and then her eyes met his when Shuri wasn't paying attention, it's as if he was examining her and she couldn't blame him because she was doing the same thing to him. (Y/n) protested when he offered for Shuri to see his home but the princess assured her that she was going to be safe, when she did come back after what felt like forever she was met with a tight hug.
"I'm fine." Shuri assured as she hugged her back.
"I'm just glad that you're back safe." (Y/n) pulled away enough to examine the princess, then glared at Namor who chuckled at your actions.
"Great aunt I'm fine… it… it was beautiful!" Shuri exclaimed excitedly.
Shuri started chattering away to (Y/n) about the city that she saw, the Talokan, its people, and the "sun" that he had built for them, Namor was right beside them listening in, probably to make sure she doesn't tell too much.
"She is the first from the surface to come to Talokan." He confined before pulling out a bracelet to give it to Shuri. "Please take this as a token of our gratitude."
Before Shuri could accept his gift (Y/n) stopped him, being suspicious.
"What is it?" Shuri was about to lecture her about being too paranoid, but Namor's answer confirmed her suspicions.
"It was made with the plant that saved Talokan." He informed as he continued to give the bracelet to Shuri and tight on her wrist, he was staring at (Y/n) as if silently challenging her to stop him again before turning back to Shuri.
"You are young, Princess." He Stated. "When you age as I do, you realize we all lose everyone we love."
"But when I lost my brother, it just felt different." Shuri said with grief in her voice. "He suffered in silence. When he finally asked me to help him I couldn't"
(Y/n) hugged her in an attempt to comfort her and the princess leaned into it as she fought tears.
"How does it make sense that the ancestors would give me gifts and skills to help me save my brother, and I couldn't?... Why?"
"I don't have an answer for that question." Replied Namor.
"But I do…" (Y/n) chimed in earning both their attention. "My dear, I won't go into a long rant about what the ancestors were planning for you. I have lived long enough and have come across many religions, but most of them if not all believed in similar things and that life challenges us to become better. It can be a very painful journey, but what I know for sure is that you can never come out as the defeated if you knew how to harvest those talents and skills along with those emotions you can be better, not only for yourself but for everyone around you."
Shuri sat there as if she was not convinced by what (Y/n) just said, even pulling herself away from her hold, which saddened her. Seeing the woman's frown Namor felt the need to comfort her, but he didn't know how until he finally said.
"My ancestors would often say, "Only the most broken people can be great leaders"." Those words earned him the two women's attention again.
"I admire what you have built here." Started Shuri. "And you've protected your people. But as a princess of Wakanda, I will not stand for you killing that young woman."
They tried reasoning with the king but their efforts were in vain as every time they tried to reason with him, promising him that they will do everything to protect not only his people but also the secrecy of their existence, he refused. Their conversation was cut short when one of his people came and told him that the queen was there to speak with him.
"You said you wanted to burn the world." He said to Shuri. "Let's burn it together."
And before he left completely he gave a glance to (Y/n), which she returned. When they went back to Riri to tell her of the possible upcoming war, Shuri and (Y/n) tried to discuss their next move, not noticing when Nakia came shooting one of the women warriors, then the poor terrified girl who was tending to them.
"We need to go." Nakia urged but both Shuri and (Y/n) refused to.
"Give me the beads I can save her." the princess ordered.
"Shuri, I don't know who this lady is, but we need to listen to her." Riri pleaded, fear clear on her face.
"Listen, I hit her with a sonic round, it is lethal from this distance. There is no chance." Nakia informed.
"You don't understand this will mean war." Shuri argued back.
(Y/n), sick of their banter, pulled Shuri's hands away from the injured girl before pulling her own beads and started aiding her herself.
"Shuri, go." (Y/n) ordered.
"Great aunt-"
"I said GO!"
With that said Nakia pulled Shuri away knowing that there is no time to also convince (Y/n) to come with them, the princess was a priority and both of them knew that. The immortal woman refused to pull away from the injured girl until she was sure that the bleeding stopped, she was so focused that she did not notice when Namor came behind her, and upon seeing the blood he pulled (Y/n) away harshly to kneel beside the girl and hold her head in his hands.
"What happened my child?" He spoke in his language, which (Y/n) did not understand, she was about to say something but stopped when another warrior came and slammed her to the ground pinning her.
"The Wakandans….they came for her." she struggled to speak, before pointing to (Y/n). "She stayed…"
Namor looked to the pinned surface dweller who did not struggle against his warrior's hold, as if to show her submission.
"K'uk'ulkan…." The girl called, grasping his attention again. "Can you save me?"
At her question, Namor looked down at her wound and found it mostly closed and the bleeding has stopped thankfully.
"You are going to be safe my child." He said before turning to one of the warriors and giving him an order, the warrior knelt to pick up the girl and hurried out of the cave.
He stood up and walked to (Y/n), who could only see his feet, but she assumed that he was staring down at her, and he was. Another woman came dressed in red to speak with him.
"They came… while you spoke to the queen?" She questions. "We should not have trusted her, the queen has seen our home, what is stopping them from coming for Talokan?"
"I will…" He replied. "With her here."
Namor order the warriors to bring her to his hut, and even though they did it harshly by pulling her up and dragging her around like a rag doll (Y/n) still did not fight back and kept calm. She was forced to stand in front of him as they were left alone and Namor knew it was a struggle for the woman for he can see how her figure was shaking slightly, yet her face held a stern look.
"You attempted to kill my people." He started.
"You kidnapped their princess, what did you expect them to do? To set back and wait?" (Y/n) shot back, which earned her a scowl from the king.
"If that child have died it would be your head on a spike right now."
"But she didn't."
Namor was in front of her in an instant and grabbed her by the neck and squeezed, not giving her any chance to breathe, and just watched as (Y/n) struggled.
"I could snap your neck like a twig right now and they won't care. The Wakandans have proven to be just as worst as the rest of the surface dwellers after I have shown my home and people to her and you dare to still defend them in front of me."
"B..Because…" (Y/n) struggled to take breaths as she spoke. "You…are a rash … brat!"
With those words Namor let her go, causing her to fall to the ground as she took quick breaths.
"A brat?" He repeated. "I may look young but I assure you I am older than your great great grandfather."
"And I can be your great great GREAT grandmother." She retorted mockingly. "You are not special just because you lived long, because you are not acting it."
"How dare you insult me!" He seethed.
"No." (Y/n) stopped him from talking more as she stood on her feet. "You are the one who came out of nowhere demanded an innocent life delivered to you, and even when you had her you still wanted more. you didn't want peace from the start you just want the war to quench your own rage against humanity."
"They are the ones who threatened my people's existence by exposing their resources, causing them to hunger for it."
"Maybe they shouldn't have done that, but to be fair Wakanda did not know of your people's existence when they revealed themselves they were ready to fight the world by themselves, they didn't know of Talokan, or else it would have been a different story." (Y/n) continued. "Listen, what happened has happened and we cannot change it, but what we can change is what will happen next. Both the Wakandans and I have ways to assure Talokan's safety, we can-"
"I don't need your help!" He bawled. "I gave Wakanda their chance to yield and they threw it away."
"See! There you go again and you say why I call you a child."
Namor reached out to her and (Y/n) closed her eyes and held her hands up ready for pain but it didn't come, and when she opened her eyes slowly she could see that he had stepped back and given her his back as he faced the murals of his people.
"The only reasons you are still alive are two." He said as he turned back to face her, his face suspiciously calm. "The first is because you stayed to save one of my people, which I would be lying if I said I wasn't grateful for."
He started taking a few steps toward her making her take a few steps back until her back touched the door, he stopped in front of her and leaned forward, his face inches from her own. (Y/n) wasn't the same teenage girl who would get flustered over the smallest things, like a charming smile, or a wink but she doesn't understand why was her heart beating fast she was face to face with a man in an isolated cave that she can never escape from, who can kill her at any desired moment. She would have marked it as fear if she didn't feel her face heating up.
"You are welcome." She replied, trying to make light of her emotions. "And what is the second reason?"
"Isn't it obvious?" He asked rhetorically, before looking to the door behind her. "Llévala!"
Suddenly, the door opened almost making her fall but was caught by the same warriors who brought her here, instead of being as compliant as she was previously, she was struggling and demanding to be let go.
"The second reason is for you to stay here as my captive, that if the princess decided to do anything stupid it would be you who will pay for it."
He promised and motioned for his hand for them to take her away, but before she was out of earshot (Y/n) said one last thing.
"Don't do anything rash you brat! It's not only the Wakandans who will suffer!"
Namor believed that those words were a threat, which fueled his determination to go and give Wakanda a taste of who they are going against.
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(Y/n) was pacing back and forth in her cell, anxiety eating her alive as she was biting her lip until it bleed and nail until it was gone. Looking outside her cell she saw the guards who didn't move an inch since they threw her there, she tried talking to them but they either didn't understand her or just ignored her. Searching for an escape was useless, she did try to use the beads to communicate with Shuri and warn her about Namor but a cave under the sea is hardly the perfect place to find a signal to the surface let alone to Wakanda. (Y/n) made a note to herself to tell Shuri about a possible new upgrade.
She was pulled out of her train of thought when she heard the sound of splashing. She wasted no time and pressed herself against the bars and started to call.
"NAMOR!" She shouted. "Namor! Is that you!?"
Saying nothing the king came from the corner, and looked at her and when her eyes met his own she could feel a chill of fear go down her spine. (Y/n) lived long enough to know what that look meant, but she hoped to any god that is hearing her that what she was thinking was not the truth.
"What did you do?" The question slipped out unconsciously. Namor averted his eyes with an angry huff at being confronted, but in his eyes, she could see a hint of shame, and that filled her with rage. "If you hurt Shuri in any way I promise I will kill you myself!"
(Y/n) saw many people die in her long life, most of them were really dear to her, but no matter how many times she goes through the heartache doesn't become easier, especially if she was there since their birth. The only reason she was able to go through T'Chaka and T'Challa's death was that she had someone to support her and people to look after to distract herself. But here she was alone, in a cave under the sea, facing the man who probably hurt Shuri and not being able to do anything.
"No harm came to the queen." He replied simply, and that fueled her rage.
"I was talking about the princess! Not the queen!"
"She is queen now."
Namor said nothing more as he started walking away leaving (Y/n) to realize what he had meant. Before he could close the door to his chamber he can hear a distant scream of distress and a series of curses of his name. He just groaned as he isolated himself in his room trying to block her voice as he thought about his next step before the week is up. However, he couldn't do any of that for the entire time he was fighting the urge to walk to that cell and stop her from crying, not by yelling at her but by trying to reason with her, to try and justify his actions, how it was the only way. Or maybe it was just to let her let out her anger against him, give her the satisfaction to curse at him, and probably even hit him, which he know will not do any real harm to him.
It drove him crazy, but what drove him even crazier is WHY was he feeling these urges towards a surface dweller. Was it because he understood her pain? To live for so long and see everyone around you die and not be able to do anything to stop it? to not being able to say goodbye to someone you knew since their birth?
He couldn't dwell on those questions more as he realized that it became quiet again, taking the chance that her screams will not distract him Namor went immediately to planning. Determined to bring Wakanda to submit to him.
---
"There is another machine in our waters"
Namor said from outside of the cell as he stared at the back of his immortal prisoner who decided to set in the corner with her back to the exit, completely ignoring the king, which annoyed him. but he couldn't find it in himself to voice this annoyance.
"We will go and destroy it." He informed. "But there will still be a guard over you and a maid to make sure you are fed and looked after."
When he said those words his eyes landed on the bowl of fruit that was untouched and it bothered him greatly. He knew she was immortal and cannot die so easily like himself, but he knew that they were still affected by physical pains, including hunger, and (Y/n) didn't have anything for almost a week now. The only thing he was sure of to keep her functioning was the few sips of water she would take now and then. He did try to trick her once into drinking juice but when he did that she still refused to take it. Whether it was out of grief or she was just being rebellious either way, it saddened him and angered him at the same time.
He didn't even know why was he trying to talk to her now. He tried talking to her since the day he told her of what happened, but she kept ignoring him, making him feel stupid as he had a one-sided conversation, trying to justify what he did and lecturing her on how what she was doing to herself was stupid but she didn't care.
Feeling that he had wasted enough time Namor huffed in anger before turning around to leave, then he finally heard her.
"You are going to regret it."
"What?" He questioned as he turned back to her, but she went back to being quiet. "What did you just say?"
"….You are going to regret it."
(Y/n) finally looked at him from over her shoulder. Her eyes were bloodshot and puffy from crying, her hair disheveled and her skin pale from lack of nutrition. He didn't say another as she turned again and gave him her back.
Namor would have probably lashed out at her, confronting her on the threat she threw at him, but she said nothing as he turned back and walked away. it was probably because her voice did not sound threatening or taunting, but rather a statement.
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(Y/n) eyes tiredly opened as someone was shaking her awake and calling her name in a panic. When the fog cleared up she saw that standing above and holding her in their arm is none other than Shuri, whose eyes were full of tears yet still had a relieved smile on her face. She said something that she couldn't grasp before the young princess pulled her into a hug, and mustering any strength she had left (Y/n) hugged her back as a few tears escaped her eyes.
Looking up she noticed that Namor was standing there the entire time, observing the reunion in silence, but that wasn't what drew her attention, but rather a scratch mark on his face, and one of his ankles was wrapped in bandages, he was wearing a poncho that covered his upped body but she swears she could see more, and deeper scratches littering his body. Their eyes met and looking at him (Y/n) almost didn't recognize him, she didn't know how long she was out for, but she could swear that Namor looked more mature.
"What did you do to her?!" Shuri shouted at the King, snapping him out of whatever trance he was lost in, and turned to her.
"I did not lay a finger on her or mistreated her." He clarified. "She is the one who refused to eat or drink after… the news."
He said the last part quietly as he looked away in shame. When he said that more tears showed on (Y/n) at the memory and pulled Shuri back into a hug, squeezing her as hard as she can, which wasn't a lot but it was enough for the princess who hugged her back crying silently.
"I'm so sorry my dear." (Y/n) said her voice horse from not talking or consuming anything. "I…I wish I was there… I should have…"
"You have nothing to apologize for." Shuri assured as she cut her off. "Let's just go back home."
(Y/n) let out a sound of surprise as Shuri hooked her left arm under her legs and the right one on her back before lifting her up, which shocked the weak woman.
"Are you wearing some type of a new upgrade?.. Because I'm sure that I haven't lost THAT much weight for you to just lift me like I weigh nothing."
Her question made Shuri laugh as she carried her outside the cave, passing by Namor who stayed out of their way and just followed them silently. When they reached the edge of the pool Shuri was moving around (Y/n) to give her the latest update that would help her swim easily even in her weak state. During that, she would steal glances at Namor and each time his eyes never left her. She wanted to say something but couldn't or didn't know what to say, and from his few glances at Shuri, she can tell that he was also hesitant to speak. The sound of reeving power pulled her out of her thoughts as she saw the machine wrapped around her glitter with pulsed energy indicating that it was ready.
"We can go now, just make sure you stay close to me."
She instructed before reaching around her neck to activate the mask but (Y/n) stopped her, which earned her a confused look, but her great-aunt simply turned to the king who was still standing there. Namor's face showed no emotion but he was preparing himself for her to lecture him, insult him, curse him, let out her pent-up anger, and maybe even express her disappointment since she did warn him that his rash actions would cause him to lose in more ways than one. but he didn't count on her to give him a kind smile as if they were close friends.
"I will see you again."
Not a question, but a promise. If the feeling of surprise was obvious on his face then none of the women mentioned it as they dived into the water and left. When he broke out of his surprised state he just scuffed and went back to his chamber where he will paint a mural of the battle that took place against the black panther for his people's history. But in a different part of the room, one where it was mostly for himself he painted the immortal woman, when she interacted with him, when she saved the maid, and when she was his prisoner.
"I will see you again."
The promise echoed in his head, which made him unconsciously smile while he painted her smile, secretly excited and hoping for the next meeting to come soon.
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(Y/n) sat on her private beach under the umbrella with a book in hand, trying to relax but her eyes kept scanning over the same paragraph without absorbing any of the words as she kept recalling what happened on her last visit to Wakanda which was last week.
"I'm sorry, what??" (Y/n) exclaimed as she stared at the screen that the A.I presented for both her and Shuri, who also was in disbelief.
"Your body aged 2 years." Griot repeated as he held up 2 pictures of (Y/n) on the glass screen and started noting the slight differences. "There are discreet changes, for example, Your muscles and bones have grown stronger, your weight changed, which brings up your metabolism lowering very slightly, but it is still noticeable like the start of wrinkles showing around the eyes and acne surfacing-"
"That's enough, Griot." Shuri cuts him off as she stares at (Y/n) who was in shock.
She always knew that she was still a mortal despite her long life but for it to finally start to come close to an end without her being aware of it was overwhelming. Shuri did not leave (Y/n)'s side since they found out, she did her best to comfort her great aunt, even starting teasing her and listing to all the possible people that she had met that could be her soulmate, but (Y/n) shot every possibility down for she already had someone in mind and instead of explaining it to the now queen of Wakanda she excused herself to have alone time.
Shuri thought that when she said she wanted to be alone was to be left in her room until (Y/n) was ready to talk, she didn't expect to talk to her great aunt via call scolding her on when and how she left Wakanda without saying anything. But they worked it out. And here she was now, convincing herself that she just needed time to think about what to do next and how to approach the situation when she was in fact too afraid to actually face it.
"So this is where you have been hiding?"
A familiar voice asked making her jump away and take a fighting stance, an instinct she has from years of fighting and being ambushed, but she stopped when she saw that standing in front of her was none other than Namor, but he looked different.
"Did you grow a beard?" Was the first thing that came out of her mouth, which made him chuckle.
"Yes, it is nice to meet you again too." He replied sarcastically.
Namor still looked young except for the small amount of facial hair that looked well taken care of, and he felt her staring because he subconsciously reached his hand to his face and started scratching his beard as he averted his eyes.
"I always wanted to grow one but never got the chance with my body stuck at a certain age." He started explaining. "You could imagine my surprise when a few months after my battle with Wakanda that hair started to grow on my face."
His eyes then met hears again, none of them saying anything but the silence was loud enough for (Y/n) to understand what he was trying to say. Saying nothing the woman sat back down at her spot but this time made space beside her and patted it encouraging the king to set beside her, which he hesitantly did. They stayed quiet for a long time before he finally spoke.
"You have your own part of the sea?" it was more of a statement than a question.
"It's called a private beach." (Y/n) explained. "You can imagine how crowded and dirty public beaches are, and since I have a lot of money I bought my own, not even fishing boats are allowed around here."
"This part of the water did look cleaner as I came closer and the creatures beneath are thriving from the lack of fishermen and filth."
"I do my best to have my own little piece of heaven in this world." She shrugged, trying to hide some of the happiness she felt from his comment.
It was silence again between them, only the sound of the crashing waves can be heard, which eased any anxiety the two might have felt.
"How are your people? Since … well, you know…" She asked awkwardly just wanting to break the silence.
"They are well." He answered. "The black panther kept her promise on protecting my people's safety, although some of them are still unsure of the treaty."
"You say it as if you were ok with it." He tried to say something but she stopped him. "Don't even try to say you aren't, I know it was hard for you to submit."
She could practically see him tense for a moment as he clenched his jaws, probably angry but forced himself to calm down as he took a few breaths and closed his eyes.
"I will do anything for my people's safety… even if it means yielding to a worthy opponent."
"what wise words, I see you have grown more than just a beard and a mustache I see." (Y/n) teased him with a smile.
"A person grows in many ways throughout life…" He said before averting his eyes to the sea. "… Especially after meeting their soulmate."
(Y/n) eyes widened slightly as she too averted her eyes to the sea thinking about what to say next. She knew she can't escape the topic, but it didn't make it any easier to face it.
"When did you find out?"
"I wasn't sure at first." He started to explain. "When I noticed the changes in my body years ago I suspected that it could be either you or the panther."
"Then why didn't you say anything?" She asked annoyance clear in her voice. "It must have been nice having all that time to accept what is happening, but I only found out about my aging a couple of days ago."
"After the battle and everything that I have done, I wasn't sure if either of you wanted to see me again, let alone accept me as a soulmate." He explained as he turned fully to face her. "You must understand my hesitation to come up to the person I imprisoned or killed their mother and ask them to be with me."
Of course (Y/n) understood, but it is still frustrated her that he knew and she didn't, that he had the time to get in terms with this new reality, then come to her and confront her…
"Wait… how did you know it was me?" She questioned. "You keep saying that you suspected that it was either me or Shuri."
"She called me." He answered. "She used the shell I gave her to call me and she told me it was about you and how to reach you."
"So much for a private beach." (Y/n) muttered to herself.
"Are you…. Are you disappointed?" He stuttered out the question causing (Y/n) to almost snap her neck with how fast she turned to him in shock.
"What?"
There was a look of concern and uncertainty, dare she say even fear in his face as he tried repeating the question.
"Are you disappointed?" He asked again this time more firmly.
"About what?" She asked not because she was confused but rather because she was unsure if he was indeed asking her that.
"About me being your soulmate." He continued. "I know it must be how you feel given the brief past we had. But that was in different situations, we can start anew as you humans put it, to know each other more before deciding hastily to not see each other again and then-"
"Wait! Wait wait wait WAIT!"
(Y/n) interrupted him quickly catching the king by surprise at her sudden outburst, her hands were up wanting him to halt any more words but her face was facing down, so he was not able to see her expression. He started panicking a little when her shoulders were shaking slightly, thinking the reality of their bond upset her, but his confusion grew when she started giggling before letting out a bark of laughter. Her sudden change of behavior was alarming to the king, dare he say he was offended.
"Can I ask why are you laughing at my confession?" He asked calmly yet the silent anger behind it was very clear.
It didn't intimidate (Y/n), but she forced herself to calm down for her soulmate seems to have a very short temper, which she noted to herself to work on with him. She stopped her laughter but her smile was still showing.
"Sorry, I'm not laughing at you, but at what you said." When gave a confused look she started explaining. "You came here confessing to me how you thought your soulmate could be either the warrior queen of Wakanda who also happens to be the new Black Panther or some woman with no title nor magic power of some kind and you ask me if I was disappointed with having the king of an underwater city, who is worshiped as a god, for a soulmate."
He seems to understand her view on the matter, but he still shook his head as if disappointed. He reached forward slowly for her hand as if expecting her to pull away but when she didn't he was confident enough to grasp her hand. His rough fingers were tracing the lines in the palm of her hand.
"You are… a woman, a human woman who doesn't have the power of the panther nor that of a god." He stated making her narrow her eyes at him.
"Buuut?" (Y/n) asked calmly yet that was this small hint of irritation, which made him chuckle. Seeing his smile made her show a smile of her own.
"But...You still walked this earth as one."
"As one you mean?" she trailed off confused.
"As a creature who pushes beyond the limitation they were given." He continued before looking up at her, his eyes holding softness towards her. "The panther told me of your past, or at least what she knows of it."
If he felt her hand tense in his hold he said nothing and just continued to rub the palm of her hand with his thump, it helped soothe her nerves but she still felt uneasy about what he had to say next.
"I don't know what you exactly did, but I know enough to tell from our short time together… that you didn't set back and watched as the world passed by around you. Learning everything the world has to give and returning it by helping those around you. You had a great part in building this world, even when they don't deserve it."
(Y/n) didn't know whether to roll her eyes or laugh at his last statement. They have to work on that attitude of his if they are going to act on what is happening between them.
"I understand how you feel." She finally said, getting the king's full attention. "But I decide who deserves me or my labors, whether they would misuse it or not I will be the judge of that and will take responsibility for it."
Namor said nothing and just nodded and looked away toward the crashing waves whether he respected her ideas or not he didn't show it. for a while, neither of them said anything, both of them collecting their thoughts on what to say next, and the sea king seems to beat her to it.
"What do you want to do?" He asked giving her a side glance of curiosity before looking back to the sea. His question was simple yet the real meaning behind it was real. Do you want to have anything to do with me?
"First, I want to know you more." She answered in all honesty. "I don't want to rush anything between us only to be hurt later on."
"We are soulmates." He said in an almost hurried manner probably from the fear of rejection, she gave him a reassuring smile.
"I know, I just wish to understand why did fate bind 2 different souls from 2 different worlds together."
(Y/n) explained genuinely while extending her hand to his face she stopped inches away from his face, silently asking for permission, which he gave by resting his cheek in the palm of her hand and closing his eyes as if relishing in the feeling of her hand caressing his face. She brought her other hand up to hold the other side of his face and stroked his checks while her other fingers were gently scratching his beard. She can tell Namor was enjoying her attention towards him but she had to break the moment by pulling away and causing a frown and confused look to show on his face.
"Second…" She said, reminding him of the unfinished conversation. "I need to contact some… special people I know."
"Do you mean the panther?" He asked, thinking she needed to tell her of their decision.
"Well, I will have to speak to her too, but no. I need to talk to some people who might help with our…. situation."
"Situation?" He repeated confused. (Y/n) bit her lip finding it hard to explain.
"You age very slowly… I don't." She said gently, his eyes widened slightly as if he had just realized it himself, she didn't like the sadness that started showing on his face so she explained. "I will just ask them if they have a way to extend my life."
He just nodded and gave a small smile, but the sadness was still clear in his eyes. (Y/n) knows the pain of watching the people you love grow old and disappear with time and not being able to do anything about it, but from what Shuri told her, Namor experienced this since his eyes opened to the world around him. Like her, he probably also hoped that his soulmate would show up soon to escape the loneliness. But she turned out to be a mortal, and with the time-freezing spell being lifted after their meeting, she will age in human speed while he will return to watching silently as the world kept moving fast around him, seeing people come and go into their world… including herself…
"Hey…" (Y/n) called catching the king's attention, he was met with her attempt at a comforting smile, which eased some of the grief he was feeling. "Those people live far away from any body of water but maybe I can contact one of them to come here, or maybe you can join me? You Can see some of the world and maybe even meet new people? I can understand if you don't want to, but if you did then I promise you there will be a lot of traveling to strange places. Fair warning seas king your soulmate here loves to travel a lot."
She teased him at that last part still smiling. (Y/n) she was asking him too much, not that she expected him to come with her considering not only his responsibility to his people but also his hatred for humanity, but she still wanted him to know that he is always welcome to be with her whenever he wishes to. Namor looked her in the eyes, his piercing dark eyes that 2 years ago looked at her with such loathing, now held nothing but softness towards her.
"Anywhere with you is everywhere I want to be."
Those words were spoken with such sincerity before he leaned forward and placed a kiss on top of her forehead, leaving her shocked as she stared at him with wide eyes, but the shock melted off her face and was replaced with a playful grin as she hit his shoulder.
"Don't get all sentimental on me, I thought you were a relentless sea king, not a softy lover."
"I am your lover now?" Namor asked as he scooted closer to her.
"You focused on that and not the relentless part?" (Y/n) questioned back with a raised brow.
"If it means I'm yours in the end, then yes." He had such a happy grin on his face that made her blush with how handsome he looked.
"You are so arrogant." She stated with a small chuckle as she tried to hide her face.
"But I'm yours." He replied confidently as he tried to make her look at him again.
"You're hot-tempered."
"I prefer fiery."
"God, you're obnoxious."
"Still yours."
(Y/n) was trying to push him away with every word she threw at him while fighting back laughter, but Namor kept leaning forward to her, enjoying this little game between them and wanting to enjoy her expression longer.
"Don't tell me you're going to be this clingy all the time?"
"More like affectionate and protective."
"Yeah, I have seen you being "protective" before, I know what that really means."
"Good, that means I don't have to hide it."
"what? Wait-"
(Y/n) let out a small screech as the Talokan king throw himself over her, just to lock his arms around her so she cannot escape his hold. She struggled and even hit his arms playfully, ordering him to let her go, but he wouldn't budge and just buried his face in the top of her head and closed his eyes, having a look of pure satisfaction. Seeing that, caused (Y/n) to show a smile of her own and decided to just give up the playful struggle, closed her eyes, and just relished the feeling of finally being complete.
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I hope you guys enjoyed my first Namor fic!
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Judgement
Namor x Reader
Word Count: 870
Summary: You chose humanity over your heart. And now you were here to face judgement by the person who shattered it.
A/N: No Namor fics yet? *Thanos Voice* Fine…. I’ll do it myself. (LMK if we are digging this for a part 2 lol)
Warnings: 18+ Only, Lil smut (if I do a part 2 there will be more lol), angst, implied previous smut, possessiveness, suicidal thoughts, war, wakanda forever spoilers, possible incorrect Mayan language translation (tried my best with research but if anyone out there has feedback please let me know!!!)
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You shouldn’t be here.
War raged, and yet you found yourself on the sand, standing at the edge of a turbulent ocean. The waves churned just as turmoil stirred in your veins. Your guilted thoughts raced, tears filling your eyes.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
I’m so sorry.
You stepped into the surf, too numb to the feeling of its icy waters.
I deserve this.
Forgive me.
The water stilled, as if in the eye of the hurricane.
And then, he emerged from the surface, molten eyes filled with wrath.
The wrath of a god.
Ku'ku'lkán.
Namor.
You fell to your knees, sand biting into the skin, transfixed by his fury.
He was just as you remembered so long ago…. So painfully beautiful, like the sight of a wave eroding a cliff side.
He became more than a god to you. Friend. Companion. Lover.
In the beginning, all he asked for was your loyalty and silence on him and his people. You gave him not only this but love. In return, he revealed himself parts of himself to you in those moments together, slowly showing you all of himself over time.
He gifted you something he never gave to anyone on land.
Trust and devotion.
You were gladly blinded by this dream of a man and woman in love... A man who made you laugh so hard until your sides hurt, painted you beautiful stories of his kingdom with words, brought you art and trinkets from the depths of his home, confided in you, taught you his mother’s tongue, and coaxed your utter undoing each night with his hands, his mouth, and his body.
He was the water, current, waves, and the depths of an ocean and people.
You fell in love with a god.
But a god cannot love a person who betrayed him and his people.
He chose war against humanity instead of you.
And you chose humanity instead of your heart.
He promised to kill you if you ever stepped into an ocean again the day you parted.
You deserved his wrath, forsaking him for the world above. This war had waged too long with violence committed on both sides, but the people of Talokan, who you had come to love through Namor, were being slaughtered. The guilt disintegrated what left of your heart remained. And you came here before your anguish consumes you, knowing it was would be the end.
You didn’t realize your head had bowed in shame until you felt the cool blade of his spear tuck under your chin, lifting it up.
His face was blurred in your tear-soaked vision, but you could see eyes churned with an emotion you feared to never see….
Rage. Anguish.
Your tears flowed silently, pinching your lips together for fear of choking on your breath.
He just stood there, the pressure of the blade never increasing or decreasing. He had seen battle since you last saw him, three distinct claw marks scarring his cheek. You ached for him and his suffering in this war. If only you stayed. If only you chose him.
If only.
If only.
If only.
And then the blade left your chin. He slammed the tip of it into the ocean floor, the sound of it rippling across the water.
Namor extended his hand.
You didn’t hesitate to place it in his, the warmth of his hand enveloping yours like the sun.
Namor’s eyes had calmed, the tempest in them before now a gentle current. You were lulled by them as he brought you to your feet.
He pulled you with him further into the water, his eyes remaining fixed upon yours.
And once you were weightless in the ocean, he pulled you to him, your body flush against his own with hand wrapped around your back. You’re warmed, the memories and feeling of him radiating through your body.
He cupped your cheek with one hand.
His decision was made, eyes softening.
Forgiveness.
Namor chose forgiveness.
And then you broke, tears continuing to fall as you sobbed. “Ma'taali'teeni' ajawo’.”
I’m sorry, my king.
That same hand gripped the back of your neck, your face now tipped up to meet his own. You could barely breathe as his gaze burned through your own.
And he breathed one word, carving it into your soul.
Mine.
His mouth crashed into yours, coaxing it open where he poured his fury, rage, forgiveness, and love with your own. He stole your breath, suffocating it as he adored your lips, your jaw, your neck. He repeated the word to you over and over again. Your core pulsed with the heartbeat rushing through your ears.
And then he murmured new words in whispers over and over your skin.
In k'aatech.
I love you.
You whimpered, tilting your head to the sky and arching into him as his adoration became desperate. He lavished an open kiss on the pendant at the base of your neck… A gift he gave you the first night he made love to you.
You were his that day long before he spoke the words to you now.
And then his mouth found yours again before he pulled you under a swelling wave, sending you both beneath the surface into that vast, endless blue.
To his home.
To Talokan.
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A/N: TENOCH ILY I AM NOT OVER THIS MAN AND THIS MOVIEEE
Update: part 2 is being worked on 🫶😽
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Heart of the Ocean
Summary: Ku'ku'lkán musing thoughts after he returned from the surface.
Word count: 1.2K
Warning: Brief smut in the beginning. Mostly just Namor being a worryward. Romance undertone.
18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI
A/N: just some writing exercise with the need to write soft Namor being a loving and protected partner. I enjoyed writing the little blurb, and I do hope you do too. If you enjoyed it, comment and reblog mean a lot.
*** Do not copy, repost, or translate my works anywhere else !!
“In yakunaj, [my love]” he whispered into your ears as his powerful hips surged forward, bringing you with him as he was lodged deep inside you.
Your nails dug into his powerful back, your eyes fluttered, and your lips trembled as your body moved with his. Your legs shook slightly. They were sore and ache from what felt like hours since your king returned from the surface.
Your body warmed and flushed beneath him. Sticky, slick fluid leaked out where your body joined with his–a reminder of how many time he had already made you come, yet it was never enough. Every movement he made brought desirously aches and burns with him. You couldn’t ask for more.
You were his offering–a gift from an unconventional circumstance. He had made it clear from the beginning that he had no desire to force you to stay with him. Namora would have taken you under her wings if you wished, but what he didn’t know was that you volunteered to be his offering in the first place.
Your people were dying, and the elder made a decision to gift Ku'ku'lkán himself an offering to appease him, and perhaps offer mercy to your people. You volunteered of course. You expected the Feathered Serpent God to spirit you away to his realm–perhaps devoured you, but what you didn’t expect was to be whisked away by the handsome, bronze skin man, adorning in gold and jade, offering you his hand and taking you away instead.
He spoke in his native tongue again, but you were too cockdrunk to understand what he was saying as your rapture drew near. There was an urgency to his lovemaking. It was primal and hard–almost exhilarating by the way he left you breathless and sore.
Your wall began to flutter, and Ku'ku'lkán’s movement became erratic as he rutted into you hard and so forceful that if he wasn't holding onto your hips, you could have easily skitted across his massive bed. He grunted, pumping himself into you a couple of more times before your body shook and convulsed beneath him, even then, your king was still moving inside you, driving himself so hard that you felt like you were being split into.
Then a grunt left his lips as his movement stopped already. His nails dug into your skin as his muscles strained and corded. A rush of the familiar warmness coated your inside. And your king remained where he was. His perfect full lips pulled back in a strained expression, revealing his pearly white teeth while he pumped the last remnant of his release into your womb.
It felt like ages before he finally pulled himself back. Your body shook slightly when you felt his cum dripping down your thigh and onto his bed. He watched you still in a daze from his handy work. A smirk curved at the edge of his lips.
“Ma'ach in túukulkech [I miss you]”, he said softly before placing the softest kiss on your lips, his thumb stroking your swollen stomach till you shivered. His voice was like a gentle tremor of the earth, each word rolled off his tongue, warming you like late summer air. There was something about the gentleness he often shows behind the closed door. Out there to his people, he was the living God–their fearless leader. To you, he’s your king, your paramour.
You laid there, exhausted, spent in the most perfect way. Every cell in your body buzzed and hummed as your body was enveloped in the warmness that is the afterglow. Your king molded his body into yours, pulling your body into his until his larger form covered yours.
The smell of sweat and his masculine scent lingered and permeated–a familiar of his presence. His breathing was soft and steady as you both laid there, his palm still laid on your stomach.
“Ma'alobech? [Are you well?]”
You nodded and you feel the king nuzzle into you, burying his face into the back of your neck. His breath tickled your skin. You could feel his anxiety practically seeping out of his skin as you both laid there. Even if this wasn’t your first pregnancy, Ku'ku'lkán had always been worried about your well-being. You weren’t built like his people and the risk of carrying a child was always far greater for a surface dweller.
“Ma' a preocupes, in yakunaj. Ma'alo'ob aniken [ Do not worry, my love. I am fine.]”
But he couldn’t relax despite your soothing words. The worry had always been there, eating away at the back of his mind, gnawing at him constantly. He was so used to having solutions to everything, but for the second time, you managed to render him hopeless as the child inside your womb grows.
His thought was quickly disrupted when you turned to face him. You reached out to touch him first, placing your palm over his chest, feeling the way his heart was beating. Ku'ku'lkán watched you. Devotion filled his gaze, soften those hard brown eyes and soften them like the first drop of rain touched upon the parched earth. Somehow he looked at you like you were the sky itself.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked in your native tongue, unaware of the kind of worry that was plaguing his mind. You were still learning his language, struggling to understand here and there, but your king has been kind and patient, slowly teaching you words and phrases so you can communicate with him better. Certain words were easier to learn than others, of course, especially the ones that were reserved for you and him in the privacy of his chamber.
“Like what, my love?”
“I do not know, but you look troubled. Tell me, Ku'ku'lkán, what’s trouble you?”
His lips pressed into a thin line as he stared ahead. His strong arms draped over your body. He allowed his hand to linger at the swell of your behind, tracing left to right as if it was to ease his anxious mind.
“Ma' le ba'al, in yakunaj. Ko'ox weenel [It’s nothing, my love. Let’s go to sleep]”
You opened your mouth to ask him more, but your king leaned in and covered your mouth with his, swallowing all your worries into a toe-curling kiss. He said no more after that as he stroked your back and soothed you until you were asleep.
He of course was awake, staring up into nothing. Occasionally he would let his fingers trace your skin–physical proof that you were in fact alive and breathing. A smile quirked at the corner of his lips by the way you were softly snoring beside him. For that brief moment, he felt the warmth of joy spread in his heart, and whatever worry plagued his heart dissipated.
For a creature so small, you were the heart of his ocean.
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I don’t know if I’m late but for the injury prompts but if not, can you please do one with Namor with 8. Carrying your wounded enemy on you back, taking them home to treat their injuries, and 17. "...Who did this to you?" || "Let it go (Name), it doesn't matter-" || "Yes, it does. Who did this to you?".
You're not late at all <3
Namor carried you to the cavern with his murals. He set you down by the wall and ignited the torches around the room. You gripped the wound on your right side. He walked back over to you and crouched in front of you, "Are you going to tell me who did this to you?"
You chuckled weakly, "Let it go Namor, it doesn't matter-"
"Yes, it does. Who did this to you?"
"Why? Are you going to scour the seven seas and kill them?"
"This is not a joke."
"Neither is me bleeding to death." You reminded.
Namor nodded and Attuma walked up behind him. He had the king a small bag and then left. You furrowed your brows and looked at the bag. "There is a special healing herb in Talokan." He explained and removed the kelp pieces from the bag. "I need you to take off your shirt." You took your suit top off, leaving you in your tank top, and winced when you laid back against the wall. Namor went to work and pressed the kelp piece and flowers against your wound. "Rest."
"Not like I plan to go anywhere." You laughed.
Namor gently touched your cheek and gave you a charming smile, "You could be dying and you would be laughing in the face of your enemy."
"I laughed at you." You grinned.
"I didn't realize we were enemies."
"I'd say rivals."
"Rivals? I don't think so." Namor smirked.
"Not yet..."
"You make it really hard to not kiss you right now."
"Then kiss me, Ku'ku'lkán." You purred.
Namor cupped your face and kissed you softly.
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Ku'ku'lkán
Sorry for poor coloring but I'd tried my best, pls don't hit me ;; - ;; )
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Attoye Canon Divergent | DarkFic | Explicit | Part 4 of 6
Summary: Okoye offers herself to be taken by the Talokanil in place of Shuri. As is customary with prisoners of war, they are to be sacrificed to Ku'ku'lkán. However, Attuma is infatuated with the Wakandan beauty and asks his God-King if he can claim her as spoils of war. Okoye has a plan, and she will allow the Talokanil warrior have his way with her to execute her plan.
Content Warnings: Dubcon; explicit sex; language; power imbalance; obsession; violence; dark!Attuma; captivity; mind control; butt stuff; cum shots; cum eating; choking
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"Black Panther: Wakanda Forever," Namor, the Talokan commander, is introduced.
‘Black Panther: Wakanda Forever’:Talokan Namor
The isolated Kingdom of Wakanda discovers in Black Panther: Wakanda Forever from Marvel Studios that they aren't the only isolated country in the world. The Talon, who the Talokanil refer to as "Ku'ku'lkán," or the Feathered Serpent God, emerges from the ocean, surprising everyone as they do. But Namor is the name he goes by most often.
Since the first film, writer and director Ryan Coogler has considered incorporating Namor into the Black Panther world. He noted that the Black Panther comics traditionally had "a pretty fascinating rogue gallery" given all the many locations the character has been. Even though Namor wasn't included in Marvel Studios' Black Panther, Coogler worked with the character for long enough for Black Panther: Wakanda Forever to include him prominently.
For us, introducing Namor was actually a chance to introduce another politician, another sovereign tyrant of a people who represent more than just himself, according to Coogler. But more so than what he stands for, Coogler continues, Namor's enhanced powers make it incredibly difficult for anyone to compete with him - and prevail.
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In addition to his ability to fly and swim very quickly, Coogler adds that " no equivalent in terms of his powers, being able to breathe underwater and at great altitudes and move about on land. He is as powerful as Thor and, with enough water surrounding him, as powerful as the Hulk. He is immensely strong.
What additional factor contributes to Namor's fierce opposition to Wakanda? Producer Nate Moore continues by saying that Namor's only concern is for Talokan, which is risky for Wakandans. He has no interest in destroying the planet to gain power. He has no desire for money. His concern is for the safety of his people. And what is more selfless than that?
Namor ends up serving as an intriguing counterbalance to Wakanda's Queen Ramonda and Princess Shruti by preserving Talokan's secrecy and safety from the outside world. The world is now aware of Wakanda as a result of the events in the first Black Panther movie. That is not what Namor wants to happen to his undersea kingdom.
Moore says, "This is a guy who is absolutely certain that he is the protagonist of his own tale. He doesn't regard himself as a bad guy, according to Namor, since what he's doing is to defend people who have already survived a horrible past.
But who is going to play a character—one of the very first ones ever created by Marvel Comics—and bring him to life on the big screen? The creative team, according to Moore, was "searching for someone who could represent Namor and transcend him above his kind of pompous, holier than thou comic attitude."
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Tenoch Huerta Mejá takes on the role of the character and dons Namor's wing ankles, with Moore remarking that Tenoch's "performance is incredibly intriguing because he's seductive and he's clever. He is fervent in his convictions and, at some times in the film, I feel he is persuading our heroes with the veracity of what he is saying.
Huerta Mejia concurs with him. He is just a hero in my eyes. It's not my responsibility to consider how the outside world or the other characters will see him. I'm not responsible for how others see him. He is really motivated, and that is my job. He is on the right track and is aware of its significance. He is attempting to defend himself, his whole civilization, and his people against colonization, which tempts them to reject their entire tradition and its ideals.
Huerta Meja acknowledges the representation that his character offers in the media and continues, "It's the opportunity to play a character like this, which I hope will be really important in terms of representation for many, many kids all over the world, especially in Latin America, especially for those that have the strongest indigenous heritage."
The fact that Huerta is now playing Namor, though, means that his daughter can now see him on TV, which is more significant for Huerta. The actor has played parts in difficult plays in which "everyone is dying, everyone is having enormous problems, and everything."
On the other hand, Black Panther: Wakanda Forever "is the first movie that my daughter can attend the premiere of. It's also excellent that she can see my movies now instead of having to wait till she is 18. When she's a teenager, I simply want to be treated with some respect. I'm going to tell her that I'm a superhero, for instance.
On November 11, 2022, the film Black Panther: Wakanda Forever, which Ryan Coogler is directing and Kevin Feige and Nate Moore are producing, will be released in cinemas.
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Hello there! I read your recent Namor x reader and thought it was pretty good, and I was wondering if you could do one-shot where the reader is basically female aquaman? Who has lived on the surface for a majority of her life until she ordered back to Atlantis by her mother and is told that she has to marry Namor in order to keep the peace between their kingdoms.
Who, isn’t very pleased at first, until he manages to actually make her fall for him.
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Thank you for the compliment! <3
You sighed as you swam toward the throne room of Talokan with your mother. You couldn’t believe you were being subjected to this. Since when was your freedom someone who bargain away? But your mother had explained that it was to prevent a war. It was always a war...You were dressed in royal armor and a crown atop your head. Your mother adjusted your hair to make it float beautifully around you.
“There, the perfect bride!” She smiled. You rolled your eyes. “Smile! You are a smiling bride!”
“Why don’t you just control my face then, mother?”
“You listen here-” Your mother stopped when the Talokans began to chant ‘Ku'ku'lkán’. King Namor floated down onto his throne and the chanting stopped. His eyes met yours and he gestured for you to come close to him.
“Go on.” Your mother ordered. You sighed and swam over to him and floated before him.
“My future queen, you are as radiant as you are powerful. I am honored that you have accepted this proposal.” Namor stood up and extended his hand to you. You forced a smile and placed your hand in his. He kissed your hand and gave you a charming smile. “Come with me, there is much to discuss.” He said and guided you away from the throne room. He swam up and led you to the the surface.
He helped you out of the water and into the room. You gasped seeing the beautiful murals on the wall. “This is a special place for me. Here is where I catalogue the history of events for Talokan. Here you will be recorded as the most beautiful and powerful queen to the king of Talokan.” Namor said pointing to an empty spot on the mural.
“I-I am honored, your majesty.” You blushed and walked over to the empty spot. “It doesn’t look like there’s enough room for you, my lord.”
“Why would I want to ruin a beautiful mural of you with my face on it?” He approached you and gently took your hand in his. You blushed more and he kissed your fingertips. “I know that this is not an ideal situation for you and that your people is your priority. But allow me a chance for you to fall in love with me. I want you to be happy.” Namor said softly.
You smiled sweetly, appreciating his kindness. “I will, my king, I will.” You leaned up to kiss his cheek.
He smiled brightly and laced his fingers with yours.
Author’s Note: Namor is gonna show everyone his fanart okay? He worked hard, flaunt it baby
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“why can’t you open up to me?”
“why do you want me to?”
Pairing: Namor x Asian Mutant!Reader
Word count: 1.3K
Warnings: None. Just ANGST!! two idiots in love tropes, but they're too stubborn to say anything. A lot of musing thoughts on both ends.
a/n: Thank you so much for sending this in, Alice 💛 The gif really did it for me 😭 This will be like an excerpt from my mini-series, "And I Return to Nothingness...". The details of what is mentioned here will be explained in greater detail in the mini-series. Reblog & comments are greatly appreciated if you are interested in the series. It only helps me write more stuff for you to enjoy.
Do not copy, repost and claim it as your own, or translated my works!!
There was no amount of high council that could remedy his predicament right now.
His mind wandered, wavered between the need and the want. For centuries, he was used to having answers to every possible obstacle, but at this exact moment, he couldn’t come up with any type of solution that would ease his mind. So he sought solace in the underwater cave–the only place where he could be in his own thoughts.
After you crashed here months ago, a deal was made with the Talokanil leader. In exchange for your refuge from the world government, you must assist him in whatever his people need, whether using your power to help shield the surface dweller away from discovering his world or using your healing ability to help those who were wounded. Even as if they were superhuman themselves, their healing ability was no match for whatever was flowing in your veins.
Ku'ku'lkán had made it clear that the only reason he kept you here was to prevent you from exposing his world to your world. But you knew–you knew too well that he needed you as much as you needed him.
Being a hydrokinetic mutant, you were more than capable of destruction, but you–you were no ordinary water-wielding mutant. No, your ability was beyond anyone’s comprehension. Anyone that witnessed a fraction of what you can do, fears you. Coupled with your cellular regeneration ability, you were practically immortal, which made every one of those world governments seek you. They needed you, and they wanted to control you. This was why you ran–ran away as far as your feet could drag you; ran until it was your last breath.
Only for you to land here, and become his willing prisoner. At what cost though…perhaps being here was much better than being in the perpetual torment of being experimented on over and over again as they seek answers to your power.
Ku'ku'lkán could sense your unyielding gaze as he painted. He could feel the way your eyes followed the paintbrush glided across the cool cavern wall. Your footsteps had always been light, and he had learned to listen to the subtle echoes within the cave whenever you were walking around or pacing. And that moment, he could hear your steady breathing as you watched, perhaps in awe.
A part of his heart wanted you to say something–a comment, or perhaps a praise from you, but why? He didn’t know, or at least he didn’t want to know.
You see, there was a small fear that he didn’t like to acknowledge. Perhaps it was his pride, or perhaps it was his stubbornness, but whatever it was, it was holding his feelings hostage to the point where he didn’t know how to deal with it.
This strange longing to be gazed upon and admired by you was eating away at his inside, and he didn’t know how to deal with it–with you. He thought that painting whatever he was feeling would remedy that, but of course, he was wrong when you uttered the words out loud.
“Is that supposed to be me?”
His heart dropped in the pit of his stomach as the heat slowly flooded his face. A rush of adrenaline flowed in his veins as he halted his movement. His hand was in mid-brush stroke. He could feel himself trembling at your words as he took a step back and observed his works. He had been so caught up in his mixed emotions that he didn’t realize what he had done.
On the wall was an image of a woman cradling what looks like water in between her palms. It could be anyone if it wasn’t the distinct scar that only one person bore. He could have left that details out if he wanted to be subtle, but damn his wandering mind. And now you would know, and you would look at him differently–perhaps you would mock him, taunting him of whatever his confused heart was feeling at the moment.
Ku'ku'lkán’s throat was bone dry when he turned, dropping the paintbrush right onto the water jar. He watched the way your eyes glimmered slightly underneath the blue glow of the light in the cave.
“Do you want it to be you?” he asked, trying to cover his own track. Damn his pride, and damn the universe for bringing you to him. Because of you, he had not been able to think straight.
“Just kidding. I wouldn’t dare to assume it’s me,” you let out a dry chuckle. He watched the way you were rubbing your arm out of discomfort, or perhaps awkwardness. “I just thought I would ask because I noticed the way she was holding the water… never mind. Forget what I just asked. It’s very beautiful…”
You didn’t mention anything about the three circles that were on the women’s necks of course. You didn’t dare to dream that the king would even think of you enough to paint a mural of you. No. The circles may have been jewelry of some sort. Perhaps he painted the past lover that he had lost…perhaps. Yes, perhaps, you thought. You were thinking too much about that one kiss, and now your mind was all over the place. Looking at him now made you flustered more than ever before.
“You must think of her a lot….”
“It’s just an image. There’s nothing special about it.”
Ku'ku'lkán watched the way your lips pressed into a thin line. His words might have been harsh, but he wouldn’t think you would feel anything by it.
“If it weren’t special, you wouldn’t spend this much time painting her…surely, she’s someone important to you–”
“Do you always ask questions on things that don't concern you?”
The words came out harsher than he intended, and he watched the way your expression slowly crumbled right before his eyes. He cussed at himself mentally.
“I said I was kidding. Plus, I thought we were way past this whole distrust thing,” you said softly, sounding like a wounded animal.
“And why is that?”
You wanted to bring up the night when he brought you to the beach, where you opened up to him about your past, and how you came to be hunted down by everyone. You thought at that moment he shared an unspoken bond. After all, you were also the first mutant of your kind and were also revered as a goddess by your people as well before the colonizers destroyed your world. You wanted to bring up the kiss, but your throat went dry the more you stood there, feeling like you were being played by him.
“I told you about my past. I even confided in you about my fears. Why can’t you open up to me?
“Why do you want me to open up to you? ”
“Because—” you frowned, unable to find words that would sort out this situation. You looked at the Talokanil king. His expression was still hard and unyielding. What the hell were you going to say to him?
“Because what?” He pressed again. In the back of his mind, he was hoping for you to say something. His lips were still tingled from the kiss that you shared that night, yet…he felt more guarded than ever before. What if you were using him? What if you didn’t feel the same way?
“You know what. Just forget it. Just forget everything I’ve ever told you,” you finally said as you turned away, trying to hide the tears that were definitely falling down your face now. “I’m just going to stay here and pay my due. Perhaps one of these days if I get you pissed off enough, you can just kill me off.”
Namor could see frost slowly forming on your hands, and at that moment he wanted to take your hand in his–to say something to you, but he was way too proud to admit it. And now he had to endure the harsh reality that he indeed had fucked this up incredibly.
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Hello muy queen,I have a aqua papi request <3
How about a Namor x Reader, where Reader is an eternal that can control the elements and deviant was going to attack Namor but the reader saves his life and Namor feel the "love at first sight"?
And then there's *cough* smut *cough* as a "thank you" gift for saving his life?
(I hope you understood me,My English is not very good)
Have a great day/night/afternoon <3
Oooo great idea!!!
The golden ropes tied tightly around the deviant. You gripped the ropes and pulled the deviant off of the man. You pulled the ropes back harder and the deviant flew back. Rocks formed around your fist and you knocked the creature down onto the ground. The man ran toward you and twirled his staff and stabbed the creature's head.
You let the ropes go and your hands are now ignited with golden flames. You crouched down and stabbed your hand's through the deviant's body. "Stand back!" You shouted to the man. The man stepped back and watched the creature explode. Your eyes still glowed white and you turned to the man. "Are you hurt?"
"No...What...What are you?" He furrowed his brows and stepped closer to you.
Your eyes went back to normal and you removed his spear from the creature's head. You walked over and handed it to him. You noticed the jewelry he adorned then saw his pointed ears. What were you? What was he? "I am an eternal, an immortal to put it simply. What are you?"
The man went down on one knee and bowed his head to you. "I am known by many names, my people call me Ku'ku'lkán, you can call me Namor. I am King of Talokan and I am in your debt, my lady."
You raised a brow at the gesture and bowed your head in response, "A pleasure, your majesty. Please this is my duty. There is no need."
Namor stood up and looked at you. He felt his heart thumping louder when he saw your gentle smile. You were magnificent! Namor took your hand in his and kissed the back of it. "I am forever thankful, your majesty." His gaze lingered and stopped when he met your eyes. "Forgive me for staring, my lady."
"Forgiven, because I'm staring at you too." You grinned. He smiled back and gently brushed his fingers against your cheek.
"Ku'ku'lkán!!" A voice said from afar.
Namor turned around to see Namora standing at the shore. "The waters call me and my kingdom needs me. I wish to see you again, my eternal warrior." Namor's fingers gently threaded themselves in your hair.
You smiled shyly and pressed your lips against his cheek. "Perhaps I may find myself on your shores next week?"
"That would be nice." Namor smiled softly. He gave you another kiss on the hand and walked toward Namora. He gave you one last look before going into the waters.
You were definitely going to see him again.
Author's Note: I am going to make a part 2 with smut <3
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Hey goddess it's me again you follower 😳👀🇬🇹😍. Here for another Aqua papí request. This time a Namor x Talokan reader! Because ya know represent 🇬🇹😍.
Attuma has been flirting with (Y/n). Who Namor is in has his eyes on. To show his dominance and of course, him being jealous he lowkey fucks the reader on his throne 👀 some smut low key?
😍❤ Thanks love.
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You rejected Attuma’s advances many times, you admired him but more like a valiant warrior than anything else. You were now summoned by the great Ku'ku'lkán. You swam to the throne room, you made sure to wear the beautiful outfit the great king gifted you. You hair was done in a long braid and floated around you when you swam in place. The great king looked up to see you and gestured you to come to him. You swam over to him and now floated right in front of him.
“Le atuendo ku yilik jats'uts ti' teech. (The outfit looks beautiful on you.)” He said, his eyes looking over your beautiful body. The way the sun’s ray shined on you and showed off your blue skinned made him entranced by you. He had to have you...Now.
“Nib óolal, mi Ajaw. (Thank you my king).” You smiled at him.
He reached over to grab your hand and pulled you onto his lap in a swift movement. You gasped and looked at him. “Wáaj teech mía, mi amado? (Are you mine, my beloved?)” He whispered against your ear.
“Je'el...(Yes...)” You let out a soft moan. He positioned you to straddle his hips and roamed his hands over your body. He tugged at your outfit and you looked at him in shock. “M-mi ajawo'! Ba'ax ti' le sala ti' le trono. Wáaj máax ma' táan u taal in wil k. (M-My king! In the throne room? Won't someone come in and see us?)”
“P'at le. Túun verán máax perteneces. (Let them. Then they will see who you belong to.)” Namor captured your lips in a passionate kiss. You moaned softly and kissed him back, resting your hands on his shoulders. Namor kissed you harder and pressed his body against you. You could feel his hard erection against your folds. He pulled back from you and gently moved his hand to undo the tie of your braid. “Suelta a tso'otsel a pool, taak in wilik tuláakal a ki'ichpanil. (Let your hair loose, I want to see all your beauty.)” Namor commanded you softly.
You leaned back and loosened your braid. Your hair now open and floated behind your head. That earned a smile from the king and he began to kiss along your neck slowly. You dig your fingers in his hair when he nipped your neck. You gently grinded against him and he stood up.
He held you close and continued kissing you while he removed his shorts and your skirt. He sat back down on his throne with you on his lap. You pulled back to look down at his big cock and bit your lip. “Uts a wilik wáaj? (Like what you see?)” He smirked and you nodded. He leaned forward to kiss between your breasts and removed your bra.
He tossed it aside and his lips attached to your nipple while his hand massaged your other breast. You threw your head back and moaned softly at his touch. He moved his hand from your breast to his cock and pumped it a few times before guided it to your pussy. You lifted your hips and sank down on his cock. The two of you moaned and he began to guide your hips.
You rode his cock and rested your hands on his shoulders tightly. Namor kissed you passionately and cupped your cheek while he did so. Your movements weren’t enough for him, so he gripped your left hip with his free hand and thrusted up into you. You let out a cry against his lips and he slipped his tongue into your mouth. His tongue easily dominated yours as you were a melting mess from his thrusts.
Namor moved his hand from your cheek and now gripped your hips roughly. He began to thrusts into your faster. Your nails raked down his back as his cock pounded into you. “Táan in naats'il! (I’m close!)” You gasped loudly. Namor nipped and kissed along your breasts as his pace increased. You gripped harder when he did and soon came onto his cock.
Namor then flipped around and sat you on the throne. He wrapped your legs around his waist and gripped your hips. From his standing position, he began to thrust his hips faster into you, chasing his orgasm. He came inside of you and let out a loud groan. He relaxed his grip on your hips and panted. “Ma'alobech? (Are you okay?)” He panted and scooped you in his arms. He sat on the throne and sat you down on his lap sideways, your feet propped up on the arm of the throne.
“Je'el, mi Ajaw. (Yes, my king)” You nodded and leaned over to kiss his cheek.
Namor smiled softly at you and held you close. “In yaakunech mi futura reina (I love you my future queen)” He brushed your hair back and kissed your lips tenderly.
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The Bargain | Chapter 3: Ku'ku'lkán
Pairing: Namor x Female Reader
Genre: Action, Adventure, Romance
Summary: To say you had a complicated relationship history was an understatement. Your ex was well…Not of this world? Yet he seemed to always find his way to you. One day he shows up with his new girlfriend asking for your help. You promise to assist if he never shows his face again. What is it he needs you for? And what are you all going to find when deep diving into the Atlantic Ocean?
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You were escorted by the man you knew now as Attuma. The woman with the orange feathers was Namora. The others you were told their names did not matter. You swam with them to a large whale, you watched them sit on top the animal. Attuma gestured you to follow and you sat on top of the whale.
Attuma still had a hold on you as the creature began to move. During your underwater trip, you looked at the sea surroundings and how different it was than your last trip. This time your emotions weren’t being manipulated. But also, this time, you were being taken to an unknown kingdom. Maybe it was this Talokan, Atlas was blabbing on about? After an hour the whale went deeper into the ocean and Attuma’s grip tightened on your arm.
“Beet a! (Brace yourself!)” He shouted to you. Your eyes grew wide when you felt the tidal current’s force push the whale deep down. You gripped onto Attuma and closed your eyes, you began to shake with fear at the strong force.
“Jaap wicho'ob. (Open your eyes.)” You heard Attuma say and you opened them slowly. You looked around and the whale was nowhere to be found. It was just the five of you floating around. You felt embarrassed that you nearly passed out in front of them but didn’t have time to dwell on it as Attuma guided you to the entrance of the kingdom. Your eyes grew wide at the sight of the mere entrance.
You quickly followed behind Attuma not wanting to dillydally even though you wanted to stay and study everything. You followed them into the throne room and was instructed to stay put. Attuma and Namora swam to float on either side of the throne.
“Ku. ku. lkán waye'! (Ku'ku'lkán is here!)” Attuma shouted and the room was filled with chanting. From above floated down what looked like a man in Aztec decorum. He had on a serpent crown with multi colored feathers, a cape that was attached to gold shoulder pieces, and various vibrant jewelry pieces. You saw his people bow to him as he floated down to his throne. The light from the sky reflected his throne perfectly. He looked like a god among his people, he probably was.
“Teech k taasik ti' le forastero. (We have brought you the outsider.)” Namora said to the king.
The king nodded and turned to look at you. “So...You are the one, the blonde buffoon keeps talking about it.” He spoke. You noticed how different he was than his people, he looked human from afar.
“Leti' ku t'aan k t'aano'. (She speaks our language.)” Attuma said and the king sounded intrigued.
“A'al ti' teen, forastero, ka na'atiko' ba'ax táan in wa'alik? (Tell me, outsider, do you understand what I am saying?)” The king leaned forward on his throne.
“Je'el u majestad, meetej. (Yes, your majesty, I do.)” You said feeling small under his intense gaze. There were awes in the room and the king stood up and swam over to you. Even though you were underwater, he still seemed to tower over you. You looked up at him, noting his pointed ears.
“And where did you learn to speak our language?” He asked watching you closely.
“From books.”
“Books...Why? Just for fun? Hm? Or perhaps you are learning so you can infiltrate my kingdom!” He glared at you.
“Oh please, do I look like someone who is capable of infiltrating? I almost passed out getting here.” You retorted.
“Jach jaaj. (It’s true.)” Attuma said.
The king smirked and floated behind you, looking you over. “I’m not so sure about that...The buffoon told me all about you. You venture into lost cities to uncover artifacts and take them. You fought his brother when he tried to take over his kingdom.” The king now swam back in front of you, “Am I correct?”
Well shit...So much for the innocent woman act.
“...Yes.” You said slowly.
“Then perhaps I have some use for you after all.”
“And what would that use be King-”
“My people call me Ku'ku'lkán...My enemies call me Namor. Time will tell what you will be allowed to call me.” The king stared you down and gestured for Attuma to come toward you. “Bis le superficie. Ti' le murales. Ka taasik ti' le yaano'ob. (Take her to the surface. To the murals. And bring the others.)” Namor ordered and swam back to his throne. Attuma grabbed you by the arm and escorted you.
You now found yourself in a room with the walls covered in murals. You stood by the torch that was lit to warm up, the blue mask was now off of your mouth. You moved to take your hair tie out and let your hair loose. No point in tying it up right now. You approached the wall and gently traced one of the paintings of the winged serpent or Ku'ku'lkán.
“Magnificent, isn’t it?” You heard a voice say behind you. You turned around and saw the king himself standing across from you. He removed his crown and set it to the side. He walked toward you and stood a few inches from you. “I suppose you want to know why you are here.”
"Does it have anything to do with the Atlantean scepter?”
Namor looked over at you and nodded, “What do you know of it?”
“Just that dumbass came to my museum last night saying it belonged to his lineage.”
“Dumbass?”
“Sorry Atlas...King Atlas...Still can’t believe that bastard is a king.” You scoffed.
“I see you have a distaste for him.”
“Little more than distaste...Anyway, he asked me to come with him to look at it and determine if it really did belong to his lineage...Like I’m some kind of authenticator.” You rolled your eyes.
“If you had it presented to you, would you be able to?” Namor asked you, now facing you. His expression was earnest and hopeful.
You sighed in defeat and nodded, “Yes.”
“Get me back my scepter and I will grant you whatever you wish!” He said enthusiastically. You nodded and he gently put his hands on your shoulders. “Thank you...What is your name?” He asked you softly.
Before you answered, the two of you were interrupted by Attuma and Namora bringing in two people. “Ah...King Atlas and his queen Sypha.” Namor smirked seeing the two royals walking into the room.
“Oh for fuck’s sake!” You groaned and rolled your eyes.
Author’s Note: So I only tagged the reblogs and replies because there are SOOO many of you who liked the summary and preview uwu, so continuing on you can either reblog or reply to be added or just keep an eye out for the fic under the ‘Namor x Reader’ tag! Thank you all for the support and love!
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The Water Goddess | Chapter 1: An Audience
Pairing: Namor x Female Reader
Genre: Action, Romance, SMUT 18+ ONLY
Summary: You have been blessed by the Gods with the power over water. Your appearance is human but you are far from it. You can bend, freeze, and manipulate water to your will. You used to help anyone that came to seek it but now you’ve closed yourself off from the world in your underwater cavern. Since then people have sent you offerings and begged for your help but you don’t answer. That is until one day the great king of Talokan demands an audience with you. Will you grant him his request or smite him where he stands?
Summary | Chapter 1
The king of Talokan found himself floating outside of the entrance of the underwater cavern. He was adorned in his royal outfit and held his spear in his hand. He discovered your domain after following your eels. He floated down to the entrance and walked through it. He was surprised when he entered as the water around the entrance disappeared and then reappeared behind him. It was pristine air throughout the cave and he continued to follow the path of the glow worms on the ceiling.
He finally made it to a large room covered in smooth ice and there across the room was you sitting on your throne. You had your eels sitting on your lap as you pet them softly. You formed water bubbles around their forms to keep them hydrated and afloat in your home. You were dressed in a blue sleeveless dress with double slits on the skirt of the dress to show off your legs. You had on arm-length sleeves and brown and silver leg guards.
The collar of your dress had white fur, the neckline of the dress showed off your cleavage and your hair was in a half updo. You looked up from the eels and right at the famed Ku'ku'lkán. “I see you have found a way here.” You said and your eels floated up and left the room.
“I apologize, in diosa (my goddess)...I know that I should have sent a message but I am in need of your help for my people.” Namor approached you and went on one knee.
You chuckled softly and it echoed throughout the room, “And what pray tell, do you need help with?” You crossed your right leg over your left knee and the fabric of the dress rested on the seat of the throne so your legs were bare for him. Namor looked up and noticed this, he looked back down at the floor, his cheek slightly red. You were gorgeous but then again you were a goddess for a reason, right? Ethereal beings often were gorgeous and serene.
“My people are in danger of being discovered again. I will not move my kingdom. I will not see my people suffer. I beg you, goddess, what can I give you in exchange?” Namor gripped the spear tightly.
You eyed him and watched his body shake with fear and rage. You moved off of your throne and sauntered toward him. You ran your fingers along the spear and smirked. “Your weapon, give it to me and I will help hide your people. I will not fight any wars.” You said. Namor moved to stand up and look at you.
His eyes were on your beautiful face and he felt his heart skip a beat as he was standing so close to you. “My spear is what helps me keep my people safe. Can I give you anything else?” Namor said softly.
You scoffed and moved your hand under his chin. Namor almost moaned at your touch. “How about this, you leave my home and I won’t kill you.” You gripped his jaw and glared at him.
Namor winced in pain and looked at you. “My goddess, please!” He begged.
“I have no patience nor sympathy for you. And something tells me you caused this on yourself. You are to leave my home, now!” You released your grip and your eels swiftly rushed to your side.
Namor looked down in defeat then he had an idea. “My goddess, let me use this spear to fight my enemies then it will be yours. I swear it.” Namor went on his knees right at your feet and placed his hands over his heart.
You thought for a moment then nodded, “Very well, Namor of Talokan. If you do not return with the spear then Talokan will drown.”
“You will have it.” Namor leaned down to press a kiss to your feet.
You chuckled softly, “While I do like you begging, that is not necessary.”
“It is, goddess, I am indebted to you.”
“Rise, Namor, rise and remove your helmet.” Namor obeyed and buried the spearhead into the ice and took off his helmet. He set it down and looked at you. You had your eels leave and you approached him. You walked your fingers along his bare chest and finally gazed into his eyes. Namor moved to gently grab your hand that was on his chest.
He pressed a kiss on the back of your hand. He then traveled his kisses up your arm. You smirked at the gesture, being a goddess secluded in the cavern had made you lonely. Namor pulled his lips back from your shoulder and looked at you. You cupped his cheek and traced your fingers along his beard. “Namor of Talokan, your story is one that many tell, those that live to tell it of course. But you soar the skies and swim the seas. Never knowing where your heart truly should be.” You said softly.
Namor moved his hands to rest on your hips. He rested his forehead against yours and closed his eyes as he felt your soft touch. “My heart is in Talokan. It always will be. And if you desire my heart, you may have it.”
“Very well, Namor, but remember that your people want you to be happy as well. As for your heart, don’t tempt me.” You chuckled.
“I am yours, my goddess. I have heard so many stories about you. I longed to meet you and now that I have I do not wish to leave you.” Namor pulled you closer to him. You kissed his lips slowly and he returned the kiss. Namor cupped the back of your head and roamed his other hand over your ass.
You giggled and pulled back from the kiss, “Now now, Namor, not so hasty.” You leaned over to lick his neck slowly and sunk your teeth into his flesh. He moaned softly and you pulled back slightly to suck on the bite to soothe it. You kissed along his jawline and gently pulled back. “Go, great king, go and protect your kingdom. Then return to me with your spear and maybe we can continue this.” You brushed your fingers over his clothed hips.
Namor kissed your hands softly then stepped back to collect his helmet and spear. He felt something change inside of him and understood this is the power you promised him. He turned back to look at you as you returned to your throne. “Until next time, in ki'ichpam diosa (my beautiful goddess).” Namor bowed his head and flew out of the cavern. You stood there and leaned back against your throne.
You couldn’t wait to see him again, you only hoped he wasn’t foolish enough to go back on his promise.
Author’s Note: Your dress is from a beautiful art piece of Katara from ATLA by @zarory.
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Attoye Canon Divergent | DarkFic | Explicit | 1.8k | Part 1/3
Summary: Okoye offers herself to be taken by the Talokanil in place of Shuri. As is customary with prisoners of war, they are to be sacrificed to Ku'ku'lkán. However, Attuma is infatuated with the Wakandan beauty and asks his God-King if he can claim her as spoils of war. Okoye has a plan, and she will allow the Talokanil warrior have his way with her to execute her plan.
Content Warnings: Dubcon; explicit sex; language; power imbalance; obsession; violence; dark!Attuma
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“Your obsession with the Surface Dweller woman is distracting you,” said Namora, as she stared up at Attuma.
He gave her a glare that was annoyed but also a warning, as he said, “You would do well to not concern yourself with what holds my interest.”
“I know how you are,” Namora stated plainly. “Your appetite and reputation has you held in esteem here by these simpleminded girls who think that you care enough to wed them after you bed them. The Wakandan warrior does not seem like she is as foolish as your usual conquests. Can you say in all earnestness, that she would want you in return? That this obsession is worth your time and energy?”
“She will yield to me.”
“You are arrogant, Brother.”
“So I have been told,” he said while running his hand over the place where the cut the Wakandan woman had inflicted had already healed. “It works in my favor.”
“Must I remind you that spoils of war are sacrificed to Ku'ku'lkán?”
“Need I remind you that our King rewards those who are valiant in battle? She will be mine,” said Attuma resolutely. “I will have her.”
…
Okoye studied the cavern that she and Riri were confined to. It was comfortable enough. Lit by glow worms and oddly temperate. Servants brought them food and water. No one had threatened them or harmed them. She figured that was still to come.
When Okoye had said ‘take me’, she knew very well there was the chance of harm coming to her. She was ready to die in service of the throne of Wakanda. If she could somehow get the Talokanil to release the young scientist, that would be at least one battle won. If she could take out their leader while she was there, it would all be worth it. For now, the Princess was safe, and the Talokanil had what they wanted. Okoye would play her part, and then make her move. The Talokanil General seemed to take a liking to her, maybe she could use that to her advantage.
…
“You have an abundant supply of young women here who would gladly please every one of your whims,” said Ku'ku'lkán as he sat atop his throne and watched Attuma with interest. “What does this woman incite in you that you would ask for one of my sacrifices?”
“Father, I do not ask much of you,” said Attuma in earnest. “I serve you and revere you. I am a diligent servant and soldier. I want her, the Wakandan woman. I ask you graciously if you would grant me this blessing?”
“Why should I gift you such a boon? What makes this woman so special?”
Attuma took a deep breath and steadied himself, “Father, I do not admit defeat. I would rather perish. This woman, this warrior, she caught me off guard for the briefest of moments. She struck me and drew my blood.”
Ku'ku'lkán tilted his head to the side, an intrigued expression graced his handsome face, as he said, “Remarkable.”
“Indeed,” said Attuma, as he placed a fisted hand to his chest and dipped his head. “She has drawn my blood. She has seen my soul. We are bonded, my King. I must have her.”
“Yes, my Son,” Ku'ku'lkán said in earnest. “You are bonded and she is yours. Take her. You have my blessing.”
…
The young scientist had awoken and had swiftly been removed to separate chambers. Okoye had protested, had broken the arm of one of the sentry guards, and had to be restrained. Her wrists were bound and she was put in a smaller cavern behind a holographic screen that held her captive. She was a captive, there in that faraway place. She had taken note of the décor and knew this place to be an offshoot of Mesoamerican civilization. If her understanding proved true, and the Talokanil observed the practices of their ancestors, she would not be long for this world or held prisoner indefinitely. She planned to do as much damage as she could.
…
Okoye had been trained in how to endure capture. She had kept a vague count on how much time she had spent in her cell. She figured an hour or so had passed. A guard walked by the cell every thirty minutes and had passed twice already. She glanced to the ceiling but then heard muffled words from just beyond the screen. It dissolved and then she was face-to-face with her adversary.
“Get to your feet,” he ordered, his words translated by her Kimoyo beads.
“Where is the girl?” she asked, standing with some difficulty.
“She is safe,” the man replied. “What is your name?”
“General Okoye of the Dora Milaje.”
“General Attuma of Talokan,” he said with a hand to his chest. “You are mine, Okoye.”
She gave him a questioning stare as he stepped forward and swooped her up, placing her over his shoulder and carrying her away. She had wanted to protest, but there was a singing in her ear that caused her to remain quiet. She wanted to struggle, to fight him off, but the singing caused her to grow pliant. Attuma of Talokan carried her to another enclave. It was a small room with a bed in the center. He placed her onto the bed and then stepped back. She found her voice once more.
“What is the meaning of this?” Okoye demanded.
“You belong to me,” said Attuma.
“I belong to no man!” said Okoye, causing him to laugh. “You think this is amusing. Untie me and see how funny I am.”
Attuma took her in a moment, considered her, and then stepped forward. He pulled a blade from under his ex and held it out. Okoye did not flinch, though she watched his movement. He brought the blade to her face, ran the sharp edge along her jawline, and then grinned. She kept her gaze locked on his, breathed slowly, and anticipated his next move. Attuma brought the blade to where Okoye’s wrists had been tied and the cut the rope away. She went to punch him, but he caught her wrist in his hand and tutted at her.
“Come now, Pretty Flower, there is time enough for that later,” said Attuma as he brought her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckles.
“What do you want from me?” asked Okoye, steeling herself for what was about to come.
“I am a simple man,” said Attuma, as he caressed Okoye’s face. “I want everything from you. Mind. Heart. Soul. Body. Everything.”
xXxXx
“Be still, Pretty Flower,” said the one they called Attuma. “Do not move.”
Okoye did as she was told, naked and supine on the pallet, and watched as Attuma began to remove his clothing. He began with his pauldron, placing them aside, and then took off his head dress. His hair was long and the color of a raven’s plume. Okoye was somehow entranced. He was larger than she had remembered when they had done battle. His chest was broad, his shoulders wide, and his legs thick. Keloid scars adorned his abdomen beautifully and Okoye could not take her eyes off of him. He noticed and a crooked, amused smile tugged at his lips.
He ran his fingers over the waistband of his ex and then tugged the garment down slowly. Okoye’s eyes tracked the movement; widening when he stripped the loincloth away to reveal his erection. It sprang forward and stood proudly. Okoye swallowed hard at the sight of Attuma’s manhood. It was large. Long and thick. The tip was leaking from his arousal. Okoye felt a pulsing between her legs.
Okoye had always been in control. Always knew what she wanted, even from a young age. She always had her sights set on things bigger than herself. Always put other people’s needs before her own. She was a leader. Someone people looked to for guidance. Someone who had a lot weighing on her shoulders. She was playful at heart, but her outward image hardly allowed her to express it. Rarely had she afforded herself the chance to just be. To let go. To relinquish the tight grasp she had over her life. That was until she met Attuma of Talokan. Until he was standing in front of her, in all of his naked glory, staring at her like he was a starved man who would gladly devour her.
Attuma stood there, stroking his big cock in his big hand, watching Okoye.
“Open your legs,” he ordered and Okoye did as he commanded.
Attuma shifted closer and kneeled on the bed. He glanced down at Okoye’s sex, spread open for him. She was wet and shimmering. This pleased him.
“You are wet for me, hmm? So easily?”
“Fuck you,” she replied.
“In time,” he said and placed a hand to her thigh and squeezed.
He drew her legs further apart and looked closer. She felt so vulnerable like that, spreadeagled and pliant to his touch. He began to stroke his cock and growled at the sight of Okoye’s juices slowly running from her swollen folds down to her ass. He pressed a finger to her sex, and she let out a shameless moan.
“You really are a pretty flower,” he said as he leaned down between her thighs. “You have the loveliest gash I have seen.”
“Your mouth is filthy,” said Okoye, even though a pleasured shiver coursed through her body at his vulgar words.
He smiled at her and brought his face closer to her sex, before saying, “I know.”
He licked his tongue over her slit causing her to writhe at the contact. Attuma then kissed his way up Okoye’s body, between her breasts, before coming to her mouth. He ran his thumb over her bottom lip before capturing her mouth in a claiming kiss. She tasted the remnants of her own arousal on his tongue.
“You are sweet,” he said as he kissed her neck and lapped at her earlobe. “A perfect match to my brininess.”
He kissed her clavicle and said, “You are warm: A match to my coolness.”
Attuma positioned himself between Okoye’s legs and rubbed the tip of his cock against her opening.
“You are soft,” he whispered, causing her skin to prickle. “So soft against my hardness.”
He kissed Okoye’s lips once more as he inched himself inside of her sweet, hot cunt.
“You are mine,” he murmured as her walls enveloped his length. “Say it.”
Okoye’s eyes rolled shut at the sensation of being impaled by Attuma. He bottomed out and stayed there, stretching her around his girth; breathing against her skin; holding her in place.
“Say it, Pretty Flower,” Attuma demanded as he placed a firm hand to her throat. “Say that you are mine.”
Okoye swallowed hard and then opened her eyes, staring into Attuma’s before saying, “If you covet me, you had better show me how badly you want me. You had better prove it.”
Attuma smiled down at Okoye, tightened his grip on her throat, and then withdrew his cock to the tip before thrusting it into her with bone shattering force.
“For you,” he said breathlessly, as he drove himself into her again and again. “Gladly.”
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