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An Order

Part 2 of “A Request” || Attuma x Talokanil!Princess!Reader

Summary: Your kingdom was at stake. Your thoughts are conflicted, your duties now weigh heavily on your shoulders, and the expectations of being K’uk’ulkan’s daughter puts you at risk as you try to talk with Princess Shuri of Wakanda. But you never had to worry—not when your lover, Attuma, was by your side to give you counsel.

Or, in which Attuma would soon realize that his own counsel would put you in jeopardy—bloodied and near death in his arms as you gave him your first order as princess.

Rating: 16+ || Viewer Discretion is Advised.

Word Count: 11.4K

Warnings: A very very angry Attuma and Namor. Heavy angst (oomph). Mentions of violence and near death experiences. Some bits are suggestive if you squint hard enough. Allusions of death. And if it’s any kind of consolation then tooth-rotting fluff too.

Note: It is worthy to note that I have not included any deep Yucatec Maya phrases (besides the terms of endearment) despite the Talokanil speaking in their native tongue as respect to their language. Therefore their mother tongue shall be labeled with italics.

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

As the daughter of the feathered serpent god, king of the great nation of Talokan, there were many things expected of you; the wisdom to rule with both mercy and hardened fists, the knowledge and wit that could challenge that of a merchant to negotiate terms to benefit your kingdom, and the grace befitting that of both nobility and divinity.

Of course, you were also expected to be as strong as your father. So strong, in fact, that they had compared the ire of the king to a great catastrophe that equaled the eruptions from the Pacific Ring of Fire.

It was impossible for you to achieve such a level of skill.

But that is why you train.

“Your attacks are still weak, in yakunaj.” My love, he said with an amused smirk. Even with a mask did he extrude such sly confidence that made you weak to your knees.

Attuma made a show of twisting his spear, droplets of sea water splashing across the walls that glowed with luminescent algae. You huffed and poised yourself to attack, your own vibranium spear pointed towards him in warning.

“You forget yourself, Attuma.” With the speed comparable to that of a great missile, you launched yourself forward with a beat of your feathered ankles. You heard him grunt when he put his spear up in defense, the clashing of vibranium creating an unpleasant screech as it collided with each other.

Despite you pushing against his weapon with your enhanced strength, Attuma far overwhelmed you with raw power. He slowly pushed you away and dove down to miss your incoming swing, taking your hips and slamming you into the ground. You felt the air escape from your lungs at the force, the grip of your weapon now long gone and away from your hands.

Attuma took your wrists in his large hand and pinned you against the floor, his masked lips dangerously close to yours. You used this time to catch your breath, your eyes boring into his own.

“Do you yield?” He asked. The blade of his spear had now lodged itself beside your head. You gave him an amused chuckle.

“Never.”

With a beat of your winged ankles, you tucked your knees in and kicked his stomach until he lost his balance. You wiggled your wrists out of his hand and flipped you over, the spear that was once beside you now thrown into the shallows of the underwater cave.

His sheer size required the aid of your two hands, your fingers dwarfed in comparison to his wrists. You leaned forward as you breathed hard, your legs locking his hips into place.

You stayed there for a while; your chests heaving in and out, your breaths falling into sync with each other, the drops of sweat and saltwater mixing together as you gazed into each other's eyes. There were unspoken words of ardor, the promises of a lifetime, and unwavering stubbornness that the both of you possessed in your mock fight.

“Yield.” You gasped out, your hands tightening around his wrists. He chuckled.

“Is that an order?” He cheekily asked. You playfully glared at him.

“I would very much appreciate it if you finally admit the better fighter between the two of us, my love,” you leaned in closer and ghosted your lips over his mask, “now yield.”

“What shame if her majesty's guard was weaker than she, no?”

You yelped when his hulking gait now rose and trapped you in his arms. He slammed you back into the rocks, this time pinning both of your wrists with both of his hands. His powerful legs secured yours in place, and the amused smirk still never left his lips behind that mask. His chuckle was low and sensual, a shiver running up your spine as he leaned in closer to you.

“I would not dare overpower her highness, but I have honor to uphold as your aide.”

You struggled against him, your wings fluttering and aiding your movements. But he held you with all his might—a being such as you had to be held with such great strength that it needed all of his attention. And he was the strongest man in Talokan besides your father.

“You dare pin your princess down?” You asked him with a smirk. His voice was gruff as he hummed, the gritted but silken sound sending heat to the tips of your pointed ears.

“Forgive me for being so shameless.” He did not sound apologetic, rather, he found the situation amusing. The oaken sheen of his eyes held a mischievous glint that made you become hyper aware of the warmth that somehow sent a shiver up your spine.

You found yourself becoming bolder under the influence of his own mischief.

“What punishment do you fancy, oh shameless warrior?” You challenged him while leaning up to press your lips against his mask. You heard the ever so subtle hitch from his breath and felt the grip of his hands tightened around your wrists. “Whatever shall I do to you for this treachery?”

“Yield and I shall let you do your bidding, in princesa. Anything you want.” His voice dropped and made your thoughts hazy; you would have mistaken him for using his hypnotic melody to control you to his bidding.

You bat your lashes at him in faux admiration, over acting the delightful gasp that came from your mouth. You pressed your chest against his, the jewels that adorned your neck making it impossible to satisfy the itch that you desperately wanted to satiate.

“Anything?”

Attuma tightened the hold on your wrists and licked his lips behind his mask, his piercing eyes darkening as he slowly lowered himself against you.

“Anything.”

“Ehem.”

Namora stood by the water's edge, one hand planted firmly in her waist and the other carrying the spear you gifted her for her achievements as the new general. She gave both of you a pointed look and groaned in mock disgust.

“Must you always do that when you train?”

Attuma removed himself from you slowly, careful not to hurt you in any way. He helped you up to your feet and kissed the side of your head as you finally stood. You smiled.

“Whatever do you mean, Namora? The General and I are merely sparring.”

“Don't play coy with me, princess,” she groaned, “you know fully what I mean. And Attuma, have some shame. You're training her, not winning her affections.”

“Everyday is a quest to win my beloved's affections, no?” Attuma made his point by taking your hand and kissing the healing scars from your earlier spar. You felt heat crawl from your neck as he did so.

Namora's face contorted to one of incredulousness.

“Unbelievable,” she almost laughed at the absurdity of it all, but she meant it in good faith, “ever since you have asked for her hand you have been quite bold. Whatever happened to the oh, so patient Attuma who was willing to wait three centuries before confessing to the princess, hm?”

“He could not wait any longer, I suppose.” You laughed when Attuma hissed at your best friend and relative, your hand now resting in his plated chest to calm him. You felt him shiver under your touch.

Attuma rolled his eyes at the both of you. “You speak as if I am not here.”

“And what of it?” Namora challenged playfully. Attuma kicked his spear up from the ground and caught it mid air, pounding it against the rocks as a declaration.

“I'll let you know that I am not to be ignored, especially if it's concerning my love for the princess.” He pounded the brunt of his spear to the floor again, but this time with much more strength that left dents on its wake.

“You dare challenge me? Oh, how frightening.” she twirled her spear around her head and poised it to attack.

“Can we please not do this today?” You groaned. Attuma and Namora always found a way to initiate a mock battle between the two of them. Although the show was impressive in its right, they would often make it more of a spar for endurance; their fights lasting half a day if left unsupervised.

But you had to admit, their battles—especially ones that concerned you or your father—is their little show of friendship. And it was their way to stay in their peak conditions as warriors.

“Is that an order, in princesa?” Attuma turned to you with a wide grin. You sighed.

“It's a request, my love. You know I don't like giving orders.”

“Then consider it fulfilled.” Attuma lowered his spear and stood in attention by your side as if nothing happened. Namora followed suit and cleared her throat, the playful disposition both of them had now fading.

“Thank you, my Generals. Although your love for battle is admirable, I think we have more pressing matters to attend to, no?” You looked at Namora in question. She straightened up and pounded her spear on the ground, the sea water splashing to your feathered ankles.

“K'uk'ulkan wishes all of his fighters to gather, in princesa,” she glanced at Attuma and shifted her eyes back to you, “and your presence is needed as well.”

“Whatever for?” You asked her, your head cocked to the side. Attuma used this opportunity to pick up your spear from the shallows and handed it to you, his fingers brushing over your own. You smiled at him thankfully, your body gravitating towards his out of habit.

“There have been…reports about the surface. I have been spared the details until all of us are present.”

You and Attuma looked at each other in question, but you followed Namora into the water to meet with your king.

Compared to the last few decades that you and Attuma have been together, he now had it in him to swim in stride with you. He didn't lower himself so far down to match the decorum of his nameless self, instead, he could now stand by your side as if you were equals, the titles he had garnered for himself speaking volumes of his place by your side.

He still submitted to you, his oath of piety resounding loud and clear through both words and actions. But you never really did find it in yourself to use your authority to such an extent. He would still follow your words as if they were the Word of truth, and he would still do your bidding even if you didn't ask him to.

Truly, no other man beside him could match the splendor that came with your name, and you had fallen harder for your warrior as soon as you learned that he had done all of this for your sake; so that he could stand by your side without anyone questioning your choice.

You had arrived at the bottom of the underwater coves that led to the entrance of your great city, your Generals now swimming back in respect. You nodded at them as you put your hand through the rock as a key, of some sort, that responded to the vibranium from your decorated vambrace.

Not a second later, a current formed in front of you that pulsed with the energy to propel you forward. You turned to your Generals and grinned.

“Shall we?”

You smiled bashfully when Attuma took your hand in yours as Namora swam forward to guide you. The strong current pushed you forward in speeds that only K'uk'ulkan could even fathom to achieve with his winged ankles. Although you bore the same likeness as him, you never did achieve his speed no matter how much you trained.

As soon as the rapid currents stopped, you waved by passing sea-life and greeted the whales that swam overhead with a joyous laugh as you approached the capital city of Talokan, the rays of the underwater sun now drawing closer as you approached.

“My daughter.” K'uk'ulkan greeted you with a soft smile as soon as you had arrived the throne room. You swam up to him as your Generals stayed behind, your father eyeing the lingering touch of your fingers on Attuma's bicep.

“I hope you are well, father,” you rested your forehead against his, his hands finding purchase on the back of your neck, “Namora told me you wanted to see us.”

“Yes. It is an urgent matter, my child.” His eyes flickered to that of a dark hatred that you could only remember him showing to surface-dwellers. You couldn't help but slowly pull back, your hands holding his and rubbing circles on the back of his own to somehow calm him. You resisted the urge to show fear—fear of such raw emotion that was but a fraction of a second from your own father.

“Then we mustn't waste a second longer.”

You took your place on your throne as a steady stream of other generals, warriors, and council members alike gathered below to wait for K'uk'ulkan's next words, murmurs erupting from your subjects about the possibilities of such a gathering of strong fighters. You had to wonder as well—why did your father call you all here? What had happened on the surface for this to be such an urgent matter?

In the middle of your own thoughts, Attuma swam forward to drape you in your royal robe and rested his forehead against yours.

“Your thoughts are loud, in yakunaj. Your people are worried.”

Your face broke into a grin.

“You mean you are worried.”

“How can I not? I worry for you everyday, my love. Especially after…” You silenced him by putting your pointed finger to his lips.

“It was six years ago, Attuma. I am well and alive. I will not disappear again, I assure you.”

Six years ago the ocean shook with Talokan's grief and rage when you, their darling princess, had suddenly disappeared and turned to dust along with half of your citizens. When you had magically appeared again, materializing on the same spot on your throne, Attuma was the first to cradle you and hold you tight—as if you were to become dust again if he did not hold you any tighter.

He never left your side since, and he constantly doted on you.

“You cannot blame me, my love,” he clasped the gold and jaden pins together and leaned into your ear so only you could hear, “I fear for what is to come. I have a bad feeling.”

“Purge your worries, my darling. Whatever may come we shall resolve together. Now swim back down before father decides to fight you again.”

You smiled and gave him a chaste kiss to the cheek before he descended down to join his ranks with an amused smile, but his worry lingered on his brow, still.

K'uk'ulkan put his hand up to silence his subjects. Not a moment later, the throne room fell into a hush. The water felt still and tense, tension practically surrounding all of you as you waited for your king's next words.

“There are whispers amongst the sea about the surface dwellers' activities. We had let them do as they wished far from our home, deterring them in utmost secrecy of our location. Although Talokan has remained safe, I'm afraid their next mission might compromise our well kept secret for centuries…”

Your father proceeded to tell you all about the vein of vibranium found in the Pacific and the intentions of surface dwellers to mine them dry. Reports from your scouts say of a machine that could detect vibranium—something that filled your subjects with great worry. If that machine could detect the smallest vein of vibranium on the bottom of the deep Pacific, who was to say that they would not find your kingdom rich in the precious metal as well?

Panicked murmurs coursed through the throne room, the voices of your worried citizens reaching a peak that buzzed the waters with anxiety. Fear.

You slammed your spear beside your throne, the vibranium reverberating and beckoning everyone to quiet down. You saw Attuma smirk—what great power you hold to silence warriors of great renown to your beck and call.

“Let the king speak, my brothers and sisters. Do not let your fear consume you. We are Talokan; we do not yield under the threat of surface dwellers.”

“The princess is correct,” your father rose from his throne and held his head up high, “there is no need to worry. We shall attack their base at night, covering ourselves in the darkness of the new moon. We shall eliminate the threat swiftly and disappear as we always have.”

“And what if we are to be discovered, in ajawo?” My king. An old council member voiced his thoughts, “their technologies have grown. There is no guarantee we can hide our attack.”

“The Wakandans will take the blame,” he said darkly, his voice sure and his strategies thought out, “they have so foolishly revealed themselves to the world and given the surface dwellers the opportunity to discover us. It is the consequence of their own actions. And Talokan will remain hidden. I shall discuss our course of action to your Generals—until then, you must prepare for battle.”

You stood and bowed your head before your father and king, putting your hands in the likeness of a serpent's mouth. Your subjects followed suit in reverence to their ruler.

“Líik’ik Talokan!”

Attuma was a man of few words, his actions spoke louder than his verbal promises. Yet in your presence did he always find his tongue spilling with praises for you, vows of his loyalty, and the whispers of his unending love for you at every moment that you were together.

He often told you that you were the very sea that sustained him—gave him life—whilst you placed your forehead unto his. He would pick up his spear and tell you that he was yours to use as you wished; but you never did use such authority.

He was enough. His love was always more than enough.

He told you that you were a strong woman. So strong, in fact, that he would often tell you that you would make a greater ruler than K'uk'ulkan (such a thought would have been treacherous, but he found comfort in voicing his deepest thoughts to you no matter how audacious it would be in the ears of the council.)

But in the face of a great threat, where your father had given you a task that far towered over you in dangerous foreboding, did you doubt those very same words that he would whisper against your skin.

“Are you alright, in yakunaj?” Attuma asked you, his hand caressing your waist as you sat by the rocks of the surface. You leaned into his shoulder—now stripped of the spiked armor that he always wore—and sighed.

“I'm alright. Just…nervous,” you intertwined your hands with his as you watched the stars that littered the sky, “father gave me such a big responsibility. I have never even set foot outside the reef but he expects me to lead a platoon of our finest sirens to initiate the strike. What if I fail? What if I start on the wrong note? What if I disappoint my father? What if—”

“And what if you don't?” He asked you, his thumb painting circles on your sun-kissed skin. “No one doubts your abilities. You will do just fine.”

Attuma watched as your eyes glazed with unshed tears. They were magnificent in every way; even in your sorrow did you outshine the moon that graced the sea.

He caught the saltine gems of your despair on his thumb, wiped it clean from your cheek, and brought his masked lips to kiss the trail that it left in its wake—just below your eyes that fluttered close as he drew near.

“And what if you are wrong?” You asked him, your voice cracking and stuttering.

His brows furrowed.

“Have I ever lied to you? Have I ever been wrong?”

“Well, consider this, what if—”

He silenced you with a thumb to your lips, grazing the supple flesh as he cooed for you to hush. For you to lay your worries at ease.

“What if I kiss you right now to silence your thoughts, my love?”

You blinked in surprise. Only have you noticed the proximity of your lips, of your eyes, of the touches of his fingers across your damp skin.

But you did not pull away.

He ghosted his fingers down to your neck, his touch lingering on the base of your pointed ears. You felt heat crawl up to your cheeks as he did so.

Attuma stared into your eyes, waiting for your response. Your eyes flickered to his lips, then back to his earthen gaze, and then back to his lips.

You burst into fits of laughter.

“...Your mask, my dear,” you giggled, “you cannot possibly kiss me when your lips are sealed in land.”

He pressed his forehead against yours and laughed with you.

“But have I not calmed the storm of your thoughts?” He inquired cheekily. You laughed in disbelief and rested your hands on his barren chest.

“You are an insufferable man, Attuma.”

“And you are simply exquisite, my princess.” He drew himself closer, your bodies sharing what little heat the both of you had from the cool, night air. You felt him playing with the ends of your hair as he continued to dig deep into your very soul with his piercing eyes. He continued.

“You are the darling pearl of the sea. Your wisdom equals that of the king. Your subjects adore you, your warriors revere you, and the council already see you as a prospect to rule in the foreseeable future. K'uk'ulkan assigned you to lead your own platoon outside of Talokan for he knows you are ready. Prove to him that you are worthy of the responsibility he entrusted you with, just like how I had proven to you that I am worthy to be by your side.”

Your breath stuttered as you felt his heart thump in his chest. He chased your hand and held it tightly, as if to tell you that his heart only beats for you. That it would bleed and cease and skip only for your majesty.

What such blessing fell into your hands, you wonder, to grace you with the magnificence of a man such as Attuma?

“...How did I ever become so fortunate to have been given a lover such as you?”

“I am hardly worthy, in princesa. I should be the one to ask that of you,” Attuma tightened his hold, “and I have not become your lover just yet—not when I have yet to prove myself to K'uk'ulkan.”

“Forget what my father thinks, Attuma,” you brushed away strands of wet hair that stuck to his face and gazed lovingly into his eyes, “you have proven more than enough to me that you are worthy to be by my side. He is simply stubborn.”

He scoffed as if he was amused.

“And rightfully so. No one should be able to win your hand without great deliberation.”

“And yet here you are.” You cheekily cooed. His chest rumbled as he chuckled merrily.

“I have not officially won your hand yet.”

You brought his hand to your lips and kissed the knuckles that were littered with scars from his battles.

“Hush now. You have won my hand the moment you have made your vow. I simply cannot think of anyone else to love this much other than you,” Attuma's heart blossomed with pride and adoration as you continued, “and you would make a great king someday. You are perfect.”

“That is for K'uk'ulkan to decide.” You gave him a pointed look.

“That is for me to decide. I will not allow anyone to sit on that throne unless it was you, in yakunaj.”

What such bliss does Attuma feel, you wonder, as soon as you witness his very being light up with such love for you as he hears those words come out of your mouth?

What such contentment did you bring him for the warrior you so loved to laugh in earnest for the joys that you had given him?

Under the witness of the full moon, free of the prying eyes of both land and sea, Attuma grabbed you by the waist and plunged into the shallows of the reef, his mask now discarded with such haste, and his hands tracing your features with such tender adulation that made your heart soar into the heavens.

You were a sight to behold—a goddess, that you were. Basked in beaming light of the late night, fractals of lustrous gems dancing across your skin, and oh, what to say about your twinkling eyes that the stars of the Atlantic would pale in comparison to?

“I love you.”

And with those words of pure ardor, Attuma planted his lips on yours.

And you love him too, you wanted the words to fall in pure ecstasy. But you settled with wrapping your arms around his neck and deepening the kiss.

For your lips were enough to tell him all he needed to know.

The sea was quiet, darkness surrounding you and your platoon as you watched two surface dwellers probe with the machine that connected itself with the veins of vibranium that throbbed on the seafloor. It wasn't much, barely a morsel compared to Talokan's own mines, but in the wrong hands it would cause catastrophic damage.

You resisted the urge to call off the attack—they were still living beings, ones that have family, friends, even lovers. But you gritted your teeth and strengthened your resolve. There was no time for mercy when your nation was so close to its discovery.

“Attuma. Namora.” You called out. They nodded and stood in attention, spears ready and poised.

“Yes, princess.” They replied. You nodded, satisfied with their attentiveness.

“Leave one alive. The man. Father needs information.”

You turned to the platoon under your command, all women whose voice exceeded anyone else's. Their voices reigned supreme in every aspect, their enchanting melodies the testament to the many legends surface dwellers passed on to their kin as bedtime stories.

And you were their leader, the forefront to the hymns of your people.

Attuma resisted the urge to follow after you as you swam forward under the guise of the inky depths. As if sensing the imminent danger the divers are under, they looked around in haste, their nerves up high. He positioned his spear to attack when needed—he was not going to let you get hurt.

You focused your gaze on the man, his eyes flickering with fear. He talked into his comms in panic, his mission now long abandoned as his adrenaline peaked.

And then you started to hum.

It was an enthralling sound, one that your father had taught you when you were younger. It would lead surface dwellers into your arms, charmed by the promises that lay in each note. One of the divers looked around, trying to find the voice that called out to him so warmly—like a mother would to her children.

And you swam forward, just in the line of his sight and away from his partner's eyes, and beckoned him forward with a smile.

“Come to me, child. Come to me.”

Dazed and enamored, he took a step forward. He could not hear the calls of his superiors nor the worried cries of his crewmate. He just had to sink into your arms; mission be damned.

With a speed comparable to the fastest of missiles, you cut the cord that connected him to the surface and dragged him away into the inky depths. You made sure to give the diver a charming smile before you smashed his helmet open—cutting any sort of communication that he previously had—and replaced his supply of air with the mask your people used.

“Breathe, child. You may close your eyes and dream.”

Warriors came to take the surface dweller away upon Namora's instructions. You felt Attuma's hand on your shoulder, his lips landing on your cheek so tenderly.

“You have done well, my love.” He whispered. You gave him a grateful smile before turning to Namora.

“You may do as you wish with the other surface dweller. K'uk'ulkan has no use for them.”

Namora nodded and did her bidding with the other diver, beckoning her squad to wreck the machine as she stabbed the surface dweller and dragged them into the depths of the ruthless ocean.

You could only look away.

“Sisters,” you turned to your platoon and held your spear up high, “it is time. Let the surface dwellers hear the hymns of our people and guide them into the sea. There shall be no mercy for them.”

Attuma joined you as your group ascended to the surface, his hand holding on to your own tightly. You knew he was to rejoin his ranks, so you savored his comfort a little while longer as you started the first notes of your siren's song.

With one last squeeze to his hand, you used your feathered ankles to finally surface in full.

Attuma could not hold back the awe from his face—you were ethereal in every way, ascending into the air like a deity of the sea. The jewels that adorned your body glistened under the artificial lights of the ocean rig, your hands extended out to call forth the charmed souls into your waiting arms.

An enchantress.

Your group of singers eventually followed your melodies, the haunting tunes now taking full effect. Not even a few seconds later, splashes reverberated from the sides of the rig, all reaching out to you and clawing at the air in hopes to get to you; to touch you, to worship you.

Their last sights were that of a goddess, an angel, their deliverance. You had smiled upon them with pity as you sang the hymns of your people.

How these woeful souls longed to even touch your feet and kiss it in full before they succumbed to the frigid waters and met their demise

Their ends were silent. They showed no signs of struggle and surrendered to the arms of sweet death.

At least you had given them sympathy in their last breaths, even if it was in the influence of your hypnotic voice.

But you knew it was just an excuse to justify your guilt.

You closed your eyes as soon as you heard the gunshots from the rig, the company under your father's command now boarding the infrastructure and attacking any leftover surface dwellers that remained. You slowly descended into the water and dove into the awaiting arms of Attuma, your breath hitching as you calmed your racing heart.

“I am still weak.” You whispered, the songs of your people drowning your own voice. But Attuma still heard.

“It is okay, my love,” he caressed your back and placed a kiss on your forehead, “you have done your part beautifully.”

“Must there be death in every battle? In every war?” The answer was obvious, but Attuma still took the time to humor you.

“It is inevitable.”

Following your successful attack on the facility, you had coaxed your surface dwelling captive to tell you everything about the machine they had used to find the smallest hint of vibranium in the Pacific. You had used your voice to allure him into your bidding, and with a simple caress to his cheek and hypnotizing hum against his ear, he had submitted to you and forgot his loyalties.

When the surface dweller finally cracked under your fake attention, there you found the information of the young female scientist who created the whole machine.

Attuma wasn't so happy that you had to use such tactics, but it was the most effective. You made sure that he watched the whole exchange to ease his mind—but it only ended up with you being pinned to the wall and being winded by his lips.

It was to claim you, he insisted. He will allow no man to receive the feathered touches that you gave him, to hum against their ear with your allure whilst he watched.

Your dear warrior was just possessive, you thought in amusement.

Your father was satisfied with your findings. It was added to his already growing pride for your successful first mission away from Talokan. K'uk'ulkan was sure that the kingdom will be left in good hands once he passes his title to you.

And your heart swelled when your father praised you for your exploits and gave you access to explore beyond the reefs of the surface—you were now free to fly wherever you wished so long as you were careful (and of you will be careful. You didn't want this opportunity taken away from you).

Your father had taken it upon himself to go to Wakanda and demanded their queen mother for the scientist. He had deployed his soldiers (including Namora and Attuma) to be wary of the movements of the princess and her warrior aide, the Dora Milaje's general.

“I want to fight that warrior. The female general.” He told you as soon as he came back, his arms wrapping around your waist as he buried his face on your shoulder from behind. You cocked a curious brow.

“Oh? Pray tell, do you fancy them?” He huffed.

“Not as much as I fancy you, my love,” he peppered kisses on the jewelry upon your skin, “I simply admire their skill as a warrior—but you far outshine them in every aspect.”

“Ever the charmer I see.” You laughed. He grabbed your hips to turn and face him and pressed himself closer, your arms wrapping themselves around his neck.

He smirked.

“For you? I’ll always be.”

After they had fought near the waters of the Western surface dwellers, Namora and Attuma had brought home the princess of Wakanda and the scientist that you had sought out for their brilliant minds.

Only, you did not expect the scientist to be a child.

Your father had gone to talk to Shuri, a diplomatic way of coaxing her into a more peaceful negotiation, you gathered. You were left to sit on your throne and rule in your father's stead.

“What is on your mind, in yakunaj?” Attuma asked beside you. You sighed and fiddled with your grandmother's bracelet, the jade from the jewelry shining brightly under the underwater sun.

“Nothing, really. I was just hoping that the talks would go well. There's no reason for this to escalate further than it should.” You urged Attuma to stand closer to you.

He did so without question.

When he finally placed himself by the seat of your throne, you leaned your head against his waist and just surrendered yourself to the safety of his presence. He held you closer to his side, his hands now drawing comforting circles on your shoulders as you overlooked your kingdom.

From the corner of your eye you could see your father talking to Princess Shuri, her being clothed in a suit that could protect her from the pressures underwater.

You watched them attentively.

“Do you think father will allow me to talk to her?” The hands that drew circles around your shoulder ceased.

“There will be no such thing,” he chided, “what if she will hurt you?”

“Do you really think a lone surface dweller, of all things, is enough to hurt me?” You joked lightheartedly. But Attuma did not take it well.

“I promised you that no surface dweller shall ever rest their eyes on you without meeting their death. That will not change now.” Your heart pounded against your chest at your lover's protectiveness. But you just needed to find a way to convince him somehow.

“Maybe I can help my father with the negotiations. From where it stands, I doubt the Wakandan princess will even agree to father's terms.” You tore your eyes away from the Princess of Wakanda and your father as they swam away. Your eyes furrowed when you saw the downcasted look on K'uk'ulkan's face—you took note to approach him about it later.

“A foolish decision, truly.”

“And I understand her sentiments,” Attuma looked at you in question, his head cocking to the side. You continued, “that scientist is merely a child. People stole her inventions and took credit for themselves while she received our ire. And to declare war on the surface…even I could not fathom such scale.”

“The surface dwellers' shortcomings come from their own negligence. If they were to be more careful—”

“I do not wish to kill the scientist, Attuma, nor do I wish for war.”

He paused, the only sound from the throne room were the hums of the vibranium sun and the slow moving currents from the tide. You looked up to him as he shifted ever so slightly, the grip on your shoulder only tightening.

And after a few beats of silence, he asked.

“Why?”

Why indeed, you wondered.

You were sure you were prepared for war. You were sure you were ready to fight for your nation and reclaim the land that you rightfully owned.

But something was holding you back.

“I do not wish for violence. And I pity her, that is all. She is a child whose work was stolen and discredited for. Her mind is great, but she is unaware of the damages she would have caused. And…and I do not wish for more deaths, especially one that is as young as her.” You glanced at your hands—the hands that held blood of countless surface-dwellers. A necessary sacrifice, but it did not mean it felt right.

“Your mercy is worthy of praise, my love. But one wrong move will lead to our discovery. It will lead to war. One surface dweller's life for the life of your kingdom—those are the options you have to choose from.”

He swam in front of you and knelt before your feet, his headpiece now lay discarded beside him as he rested his head on your lap. You wove your fingers through his dark tresses; they were soft as silk.

“Is there no other way?” You asked him. He trailed his fingers up your lap and took hold of your hands, his lips lazily kissing your knuckles.

“Perhaps not. But the king sees this as the best course of action. Believe in his plans; believe in your father.”

Your head dove down into deep thought, your hands mindlessly playing with Attuma's long hair. He leaned into your touch as you massaged his scalp, the delightful rumble from his chest giving you enough motivation to continue.

“...If that is what you think, then I shall listen.” He peered up to you with those fierce eyes that only softened for you.

“And what have you chosen?”

You swallowed the lump on your throat, the decision weighing heavily on your shoulders.

“I choose to trust you and my father. It might be against my heart, but if it is for Talokan, if war is necessary for our people, then it shall be done.”

He slowly rose and took your cheeks into his hands, his forehead now pressing against yours. In those moments did you relish the assurances from his touches, his thumbs unraveling the lines of worry from your troubled brow.

“There is no need for you to spill blood. You only need to give the order and I will do it for you. This is why I am here; it is my purpose.”

You shook your head and placed a chaste kiss on the side of his lips. He chased you as you retreated, your hands now finding purchase on his strong jaw.

“Thank you, Attuma. But I need to do this on my own.” He snapped his eyes to yours indignantly.

“In princesa—”

“I can't keep depending on you, my love. I want to become a better partner for you, to become strong and protect you as well. What kind of a queen would I be if I can't protect my future king?”

Attuma felt a thousand sparks lifting him up to the heavens as you said so. You were strong, stronger than you would admit to yourself. But you always doubted yourself; doubted your abilities, your choices, your authority.

But now, he was honored to witness the paradigm shift of your conviction. It was like the embers he had heard stories of in his time on water—where it was hotter than the vibranium sun that shone, more persistent and brighter than the light from the luminescent algae of your father's hut, and it burned so elegantly while still maintaining its power.

You were beautiful. Strong.

How could he ever say no to you?

“Then let me have the honor to witness your first steps of your will. I want to see you shine, my love. My queen.”

You laughed and drew him closer to you, his body now suspended into the water until his eyes were level with yours, and his lips now mere inches away from you. His arms trapped you in your throne—but you were more willing to submit to him and held prisoner to his affections if it meant you'd spend a lifetime in his arms.

“I am not queen yet.”

He smirked, his leg snaking between yours; anything to be closer to you.

“In my heart, you already are.”

Your father called Attuma and Namora to join him to meet Queen Romanda. You had assured him that you will be alright, that meeting with the Wakandan princess will not harm you in any way. You already had K’uk’ulkan’s permission to talk to the surface dwellers—he trusted that you could protect yourself whenever the need arises (not that you needed much protection. They could not even put a scratch on you even if they tried).

“Be careful,” Attuma told you as he caressed your cheek, his mask covering the purse of his lips as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your pointed ears, “I will not be there to protect you when anything happens.”

“You worry too much, my love. I’ll simply talk to the princess, nothing more.” You cupped his strong jaw and placed a lingering kiss to his cheek.

You heard the sound of splashing beside you, your father and Namora now ready to dive into the water to meet with the Queen of Wakanda. You stepped back and bowed your head low to your king and generals.

“Please return safely.” K’uk’ulkan gave you a nod.

“We will.”

And before Attuma could even hug you goodbye in front of your father, Namora dragged him by the back of his spiked armor and plunged deep into the water. You couldn’t help but laugh when Attuma huffed indignantly, but he obeyed Namora nonetheless.

You took your time to change into far less intimidating garb—one that is free of your armor and only left jewels around your neck, ears, and wrists to show your authority. Beautiful articles of your traditional clothing wrapped you in the finest material that your people could provide. Only the best for their princess, they always told you, wrapped in jades, gold, and pearls.

You brought a basket full of corn and fresh fruits from the surface to offer your visitors something to eat whilst you spoke with them, waving to some of the nearby guards who stood in attention around the frightened women. Their hushed whispers soon come to a halt when they finally see you enter the caves they were held in, the warriors and the attending maid present all bowing their heads in respect.

“Be at ease.” You called out to them. Although your people understood and resumed their positions, the surface dwellers cocked their heads in confusion. You cleared your throat.

“I am not here to harm you.” You spoke in a tongue they would most likely understand. They straightened up and watched you cautiously.

“You speak English.” The Wakandan princess, Shuri, said. You nodded.

“English…yes, that is what you call this language,” you slowly set your basket down and gave them a smile, “I have always been fascinated with the way surface dwellers speak amongst each other. It is diverse.”

“You and Namor are related.” Princess Shuri put the scientist behind her and tried to put as much distance as she could between you. Both their eyes shifted to your pointed ears and the wings upon your ankles that fluttered as it landed on them. The girl, Riri, could only look at you warily.

“Fear not. I swear I bring no harm to you nor your people. And I apologize for not introducing myself,” you bowed your head and stepped back. You wanted to know that you were not a threat, that you could be trusted. You told them your name first, the surface dwellers testing the way it rolled on their tongue. You continued, “my people call me many names, but you are free to choose which name makes you comfortable. Or you can address me by my titles.”

“And your titles are?”

“Radiant Pearl of the Sea, Child of the Feathered Serpent God. Or if you'd prefer princesa, or princess, in your language,” you heard their breaths hitch as you continued, “beloved daughter of Talokan’s king, K’uk’ulkan.”

“So like, what, you’re royalty?” Riri suddenly asked. The bluntness of her question elicited a chuckle from you. It was light, almost enchanting. They couldn’t help but loosen up in your presence.

“I suppose so, yes. But I treat my people as my brothers and sisters. And while you are a visitor to our home, I will treat you the same.”

“And why have you come?” Shuri asked you, her guard still noticeably up. You walked closer to her slowly, your steps deliberate and unthreatening.

“I have heard how you had rejected my father’s proposal. You wish not to make an alliance for war, nor do you wish to give up this child’s life in exchange for Wakanda’s safety.” Shuri’s eyes hardened.

“Either option is out of the question.”

“And I agree with you, Princess Shuri.” Both of their eyes widened in surprise.

“Then—”

“I am not finished,” you put your hand up to silence them. They immediately did so. Riri shrunk down at the sheer power of your words, but Shuri managed to hold her head up high. You sighed, “both choices require sacrifice. Both have consequences. We are both heirs to our kingdoms; we are the same, you and I. Surely you should know this much.”

Shuri’s jaw tightened. You could see her body tense, and her eyes burned with such hatred that were reminiscent of your father’s own fury. You held your chin up high and held your ground.

“And I do not accept such terms! If you claim to agree that such choices are madness, then why have you not said anything?”

You straightened yourself and pursed your lips together.

“Because my feelings do not matter when it comes to the betterment of my kingdom. I act upon what is necessary, not what is wanted.” Your heart lurched as you said those words, but you knew it had to be said.

Your response had left both of them shell-shocked, at least, how could you say that your feelings don’t matter with such a straight face? And follow it up with a formal smile, no less.

You turned to the scientist and offered her a sympathetic look. “Your mind is brilliant, child. I cannot deny that. But your surface-dwelling companions have left you to receive the ire of our nation. I do not wish to kill you, nor do I want to wage war. But if you pose a threat to my people then I will not hesitate to end your life.”

Shuri hid Riri behind her and regarded you with a frown. “Then we are not the same, princess.”

You sighed.

You knew the Wakandan princess would not yield to your words so easily. But there was a hope inside of you that she would understand your words, especially when you and her share the same responsibilities as heir (even if the role was forced upon her after the death of her king brother).

“Your spirit is strong, Princess Shuri. I admire that about you,” you walked forward and untied the bracelet from your wrist—the same bracelet that your grandmother once owned before she passed it onto your father, “but I must abide by my father’s will. I only hope that you understand his intentions; he only wishes the best for his people, even if it means he needs to force his hand into violence.”

You gently grabbed her hand and watched her carefully as you lifted it up. She did not do anything to stop you, nor did the scientist who now watched you in curiosity (her eyes were now rid of fear, which you were glad about). You saw this as a signal to continue, to wrap your grandmother’s bracelet on her wrist and secure it tightly.

“What is this?” She asked you quietly while admiring the jade on the jewelry. You smiled.

“An apology, of sorts, for how my warriors and my father had treated you these past few hours. It was my grandmother’s. My father gave it to me as a reminder of our roots,” you caressed the back of her hand with your thumb, the jewels on the bracelet making you smile, “he had seen…many things throughout his life. Things that even I could not comprehend. He protected us all these years and kept us hidden from evil doers and conquistadors of the surface world. He had set aside his own desires to put our people first. All he has done is for the benefit of our nation—of our Talokan...”

You stepped back and rubbed your bare wrist. It felt odd that your hand was empty of the bracelet that you always wore, but it felt right to give it to her.

“I only wish that you reconsider my father’s offer, perhaps reach a compromise. Before he is a man—before he is my father—he is a king. He made sacrifices for our kingdom, and this one is no different. I’m sure you have seen what we are set to protect.”

For the first time you had seen the princess of Wakanda, she smiled. It was small, barely even there, but it settled the unease that you felt in your heart.

“...I will try. But I cannot guarantee anything.” She told you. Riri finally eased up when your face broke into a delightful grin—one of genuine joy.

Hope blossomed in your chest. Maybe things will be different. Maybe you can avoid the dreaded bloodshed once the Wakandan princess and your father find a compromise.

“That much is enough for me. Thank you—”

“Princesa!”

Just as you were about to turn to your soldier, a stinging pain lodged itself into your abdomen and drew blood. The sheer power sent you flying to the ground, the wings on your ankles trying their best to steady yourself before you fell. You did so with little success, your back now pressed against the damp stone of the alcoves and dyeing it in an eerie scarlet.

Your eyes caught sight of the lifeless forms of your soldiers just behind the rocks, your heart aching at the glimpse of your unmoving brothers and sisters.

An unpleasant rage filled you to the brim, all the stories that your father had told you surfacing into the forefront of your mind.

They were your brothers, your sisters. They stood by you and protected you, always helped you improve the ways of your spear, always teased you when Attuma was near, always the people that you looked upon with favor as your loyal subjects to rule one day.

And now you didn't even know if they were breathing.

The attending maid yelled out your name just as the intruder shot your guard. It filled you with an unfathomable anger. Despite your wound, you found the strength to stand straight and glare at the woman with all the hate that your forefathers bore for the surface world.

A surface dweller dared hurt your people.

“You dare shoot me and my kin?” You asked in your mother tongue. The intruder, a woman in a green and gold diving suit with Wakandan patterns, gaped at the sight of you, her gun still poised.

That shot should have killed you at that distance!

“In princesa!” The attending maid lunged at Shuri and brandished a knife to her neck. You groaned as you put your hand up to the intruder in warning, your other hand pressing against your wound.

You were proud of your people's initiative—such a feat must be rewarded later, you thought.

“You wouldn't want your princess to be hurt now, would you?” You asked the intruder, your whole body seething in fury. She diverted her weapon's attention to your attending maid, her finger so dangerously close to the trigger.

“Drop the weapon and I won’t have to kill you.” She threatened her in your mother tongue. You narrowed your eyes and used your wings to slowly ascend into the air, the wrath that you felt bubbling in the pits of your spirit now overflowing in waves.

Was this the hate that your father had felt all those centuries ago?

You felt the hope that settled into your heart slowly crumble into nothing but pure repugnance.

“You do not speak to my people that way.”

You lunged at her at such a speed that left her gasping as soon as she had witnessed it. You were considerably slower, the wound from your abdomen weighing you down like lead. You ignored the pain and the spurts of blood even as the intruder ducked out of the way just in time to dodge your attacks.

You propelled yourself to twist mid-air, your feet hitting the stalactites on the ceiling and using it to kick yourself forward and into the back of your enemy. You drew your fist back, her body practically open to your strikes—

“Stop! Don’t hurt her!” You heard Shuri yell. In a moment of hesitance did you slow your ascent and shift yourself to the side, your fist now creating a well-sized crater on the stalagmite just beside the Wakandan intruder as you landed.

And in that instant of panic—where your back was turned to her—she shot you again at the back, just barely missing your spine.

You cried out in pain, the stinging sensation pulsing through you tenfold. Whatever hit you had slowed down your enhanced regeneration. In the haze of your thoughts did you hear your attending maid wail and drop her weapon. You felt cold hands cradle your face, shook with great distress, and pressed down your wounds as you heaved in great gulps of air.

“Princess!" You heard someone call out your name—your real name. It was slow, almost echoey, lost in a chasm that was your own dwindling consciousness.

You were getting more and more tired.

“Sister,” you called out to nothing, your hands trying to find something, anything, to hold. You felt cold hands finding purchase on your own, grasping you so tightly that it felt almost painful if it weren’t for the existing pain on your back and abdomen, “are you safe? And—and the o-others…”

“You mustn't speak! In princesa, please, save your strength. K’uk’ulkan will come—the General will come! Until then, you must hold on and heal!”

You could feel it; your consciousness fading, the darkness that beckoned you forth. You could also feel your body heal. A pitiful attempt, really, but it was something to hold onto whilst you tried to battle life and death.

You dangled in the edge of a precipice, desperately grasping what little strings of your life you had left.

You knew you should be worried about something else, but you could not remember what it was. A person, a princess, maybe, who had escaped under your watch. Or has she been captured again? What of the scientist; that brilliant child who you only got the chance to see smile? How did the intruder get in whilst you were present, to shoot you when your guard was down?

How disappointed would your father be, you wonder.

In such a shroud of your uncertainties did you only have one thought, only one name that continued to echo through the abyss that was sweet slumber. He was your only saving grace, the only man who would ever put your mind to rest.

You wondered if he would chide you for being careless, gently knocking on your head teasingly while you try to slap his bicep with a pout. You longed to see that insufferable smirk of his whenever he won a petty argument, how you longed for him to kneel before you and swear his oath again and again. You craved for the adrenaline you always got while sparring him, that sweet joy of winning and losing by his hand.

You missed him, truly, even when you had only parted for a few hours.

“Attuma…”

You wondered if it was the delusions of near death that prompted you to conjure the image of your beloved above you, the feeling of his touch far, far away from your skin as he cradled you closely. Was it the heavens that took pity on you? To have summoned the image of your darling warrior whose tears cascaded down his cheeks whilst you chased the last beats of your heart?

You must have gone mad at this moment—for his lips felt so close to you, his scent almost wrapping you in an embrace, and his fingers held the back of your neck as he spoke to you in great panic. But you were far too gone to make sense of them. You were far too deep into the darkness of sleep to hear his promises, his apologies, his weakness.

And maybe you were crazy enough to believe that he was there.

“In princesa!” You heard him through the fog of your mind. You managed to crack a shaky smile.

“What—” your body jerked up at the pain, his hands steadying you as you heaved a great intake of breath, “w-what troubles you, my love?”

You felt his forehead press against yours, the tremors of his hands going unnoticed as you still writhed from the pain. You felt salves and cold medicine being applied to your wounds—but you did not care at that moment, not when Attuma kept you afloat through the darkness that danced through your vision.

“Who did this to you?” He growled. His eyes were dark, almost murderous. You felt his anger, his rage, the pure unbridled hunger for vengeance.

“Are you really here?” You asked him, your hand now trying to chase the saltine crystals of his misery. You had to make sure that he was truly here; holding you, speaking to you, crying with you. He took his hand in yours and leaned his cheek into your palm. You could feel him—he was real. He was really here.

His first question was lost as he pressed himself closer to you, careful not to disrupt your wounds. Your vision glossed over, the blankets of darkness now taking hold of you, but you tried and tried to push them away. Anything to see him, anything to burn his very image to your memory before you closed your eyes.

“I am here. I—I am here, my love,” he pressed his masked lips on your forehead and rocked you back and forth, “whoever did this will pay.”

“I was—I was wrong to believe in them. I was wrong to…t-to hold on such hope,” you felt his tears mix with your own, the pictures of your soldier’s unoving forms flashing through your minds’ eye. You hoped they were okay. You hoped that they would still be able to open their eyes and see the kingdom under your reign, “they hurt them, Attuma. They hurt my people.”

“And they will pay with their life for their sins threefold.” His anger was apparent again. If you were his enemy, you were sure you were to be buried deep into the earth with his spear plunged into your heart. But his anger calmed you; it was an assurance that your people’s sacrifices would be paid in full.

“Are they—?” You choked out a sob. Attuma shook his head.

“Your soldiers have been caught off guard, but they are fine. They are recovering, my love. And as should you.”

You felt yourself slip into the darkness for a short while as you relaxed. Your people were safe. They did not perish like you had feared they had.

That was enough for you.

“Stay awake, in princesa! Stay awake!” You felt Attuma shake you, the feeling of his warm hands now drifting farther and farther away. Your wounds that throbbed suddenly numbed, and your world spun so fast that you eventually felt nausea kick in.

“Attuma,” you called out, your senses fading in and out. You could feel him any longer, you could not even feel his anger, his love, his worries. You called out to him again, “Attuma…in yakunaj…”

“Stay strong. Save your strength, please. The healers will come for you. For now you should—!”

“Burn them.”

There was a pause, a vacuum of undisturbed silence.

And then you heard him ask.

“What?”

Your breath stuttered. Your voice was raw; harsh. Unforgiving.

“They hurt my people. They hurt my brothers and my sisters. They—they gave me hope…”

You felt yourself finally fall into the abyss of your thoughts. It was raging like a hurricane and beat you with the waves of your feelings of betrayal. Treacherous fools who had so dared to harm you, the princess who holds authority over the seas, who so dared strike down your people in your presence, who so dared force your hand to violence for they had so proven that they are willing to strike you down when you were nothing but understanding to their strifes.

And you continued.

“No one dares enter Talokan, strike down my people, and flee unscathed. This—this is an order, Attuma. Burn them all and let them feel the wrath of Talokan.”

Attuma held you in his arms, all the weight of his rage now pulling him down to the depths of the earth as you finally closed your eyes. The attending maid wailed for their princess to stay strong, for you to keep fighting despite your weakening self.

No one could ever match the beauty you possessed despite the scars from your battle and the blood that smeared the gold of your skin. He wondered how much of his wrath would have shook the earth if he didn’t have you in his arms right now; how much blood would have been spilled, both from the enemy and his allies, if your cold hands did not hold him right now? How much destruction would he have caused for this grief if you had not smiled at him when you closed your eyes and given him the orders that he had to fulfill?

“They will pay,” he found himself gritting his teeth, his jaw tightening, and his body trembling with searing hot fury, “the surface dwellers, the scientist, the whole of Wakanda…they will pay.”

He gently wound his arms beneath your legs and hoisted you up, his masked lips kissing your cheek as he let your head rest on the dip of his shoulder. Your breathing was shallow—just barely there. You were in dire need of a healer.

He heard the frantic splashes of water from the pools leading to the great city. K’uk’ulkan and Namora emerged from the water, and before they could ask why Attuma had swam off in such a hurry, their eyes widened in horror at the sight of you; bloodied and near death in the arms of your lover whilst your attending maid wailed behind you.

“What happened?” Attuma could practically feel his king’s fury. He pushed forward in long strides and shakily caressed your cold cheek, wiping the blood that was smeared on your lip. “Which fool would dare harm my daughter?”

“T-the Wakandans, my king,” your attending maid answered for Attuma, her head bowing in fear at the angered visage of the feathered serpent god. She collected herself and dared not to quiver in his presence, “an intruder struck down the guards and shot the princess twice. They have escaped with the princess of Wakanda and the scientist.”

The room felt heavier now, the ire of the feathered serpent god now shaking the sea with an unsatiated itch for vengeance. He pressed a kiss to the side of your head, the grip of his spear tightening, and his eyes darkened viciously.

“Namora.” He called out. Namora’s jaw clenched as she hit her spear on the rocks, shockwaves reverberating from the vibranium on her weapon. She will never forgive the surface dwellers for what they have done. She will make sure that every blood spilled will be in honor of your name.

“In ajawo.” She acknowledged. K’uk’ulkan turned to her, his bloodlust apparent to all his people to see.

“Gather all our warriors,” he declared, his voice low and deadly, “Wakanda has waged war.”

Attuma reluctantly handed you to K’uk’ulkan upon his command and lingered his hand on your cheek. The king submerged you down the depths in haste, his godlike speed the only way to bring you to the healers as fast as they could.

Namora and Attuma were left in a deafening silence. It was heavy, almost suffocating.

“We will burn the surface world for their crimes against the princess,” Attuma finally said, kicking his spear up and catching it mid air. He pounded it against the floor, cracks and craters now left in the aftermath of his anger, “they will know suffering. They will know pain.”

“Of course,” Namora’s eyes narrowed as she slowly stepped into the shallows, “our people will be ready to avenge her.”

Attuma’s mind flashed to the image of you; your body all bloodied, your hands desperately trying to find him, the way your eyes did not focus on him as if you could not see him crying for you.

You clung to every bit of hope that you might just avoid war. You were clawing at the loose ends of an alliance without the need for bloodshed. But the surface dwellers shot you down despite your mercy. Despite your kindness.

Attuma wondered if he were to be blamed—he should have been more stern with his counsel. He should have told you that there was no mercy to beget on the battlefield. He should have joined you to converse with the surface dwellers and protected you when you were attacked.

He had broken his vow. He did not serve as the shield who would lay its life for you in your times of need. He was not there to keep you safe.

But by your orders, he would gladly become your spear.

“The surface world will know the wrath of Talokan…” he growled, the hate he once bore for the surface now intensifying a hundredfold. Namora could only watch as he swung his spear at the stalagmites and broke the rocks clean in half, his voice now echoing through the land and the sea with a ferocity of a man who had lost their world.

Attuma will burn the world down and show the ashes of their bones in a jaden chest for he was your warrior that took oath upon your throne.

He will dye the sea red with the blood of your enemies for he was the spear that was to be used by your whim. By your beck and call.

He will serve you until his last breath and follow your will to the ends of the earth for he was your beloved to whom would love you without fear.

And he will die for you for his life mattered not when you lie by the feet of your deathbed from his own negligence as your guard. As your lover.

“... for the crimes they have committed against the future queen of Talokan, they will perish by my hand. They will burn down in the name of retribution.”

He looked down at his hands that were still stained with your blood and clenched it into a fist. Attuma hardened his jaw and growled.

“This is an order from the princess.”

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black-pussy-supreme · 3 months

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This is their betrothal ceremony🤣🤣 the fight that launched a ship.

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multific · 11 months

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What Lies Below

Attuma x Reader

Summary: Finding a job on an isolated island in the middle of nowhere was your introverted dream come true. Little did you know what was lurking in the ocean.

Attuma's head was the only thing out of the water, the rest of his body stayed hidden in the deep blue.

His eyes followed her as she walked along the beach.

She was new.

He saw the ship which dropped her off. He assumes she was the new keeper of the lighthouse.

He watched as she looked around the small island.

Attuma had seen many humans come and go from this very island. He was tasked to keep an eye on it as it was rather close to Talokan and Kukulkan wanted someone to have an eye out.

Attuma was sure no human knew about their city, nor were they looking for it, their presence on the small island in the middle of the water was way simpler.

To keep the ground managed and the lighthouse in shape.

Attuma checked the house and the light many many times. It was nothing but an old device, it wasn't looking under the water, not trying to find vibranium or anything.

A simple lighthouse to show sailors the way.

This was the first time Attuma had seen a woman on the island.

He scared off or killed many people on the island. Attuma needed to keep his home safe and when the humans got bored, they started to look. He couldn't have that.

Attuma assumed she would be just as easy to deal with.

He soon left, heading back to his home to report to Kukulkan.

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You really thought this would be worse.

But your introverted self jumped on the opportunity as soon as you heard that you could work all on your own, on a lonely island in the middle of nowhere?

Sounds like a dream?

No? To you it did.

Alone with an easy job and a good salary.

You would get weekly supplies sent to you with a ship.

Sounded like a dream.

But you could also clearly see the red flags. First of all, the sailor who just dropped you off mentioned that you were the fifth that summer.

Meaning four people before you took the job and then left or worse.

You tried to joke that perhaps a shark took the others, but when you saw the look in his eyes... your smile fell.

The island looked nice, the lighthouse was also in rather good shape, and the small house next to it will be your home for a couple of months. Hopefully.

You thanked the man who showed you around before he headed back to his boat. With basic knowledge and some internet connection, you felt ready for the job.

"Be careful about storms! Out here they are very harsh! I suspect one of the kids before you must have been taken by a wave. Don't leave the house, nothing's worth your life." he said before getting on his boat and leaving.

You could say he was a grumpy old man.

But he had experience and you knew you had to listen to him.

And you did.

---

"All surface dwellers are dangerous! We must be cautious about her. As my general, I trust you the most to watch her. As long as you deem necessary." Kukulkan nodded at Attuma who agreed with the decision.

He will keep an eye on the woman.

He had been watching her for days now. Day and night, Attuma watched her closely trying to figure out her real purpose.

As one night fell, Attuma felt braver than before as he emerged from the water.

Studying her for days, he knew her routine. A simple routine, easy to remember.

Since Kukulkan didn't deem the woman to be killed, Attuma wanted more information which he can present to his King.

Attuma walked quietly but with precision. He found the door unlocked and entered slowly, hearing soft snores coming from inside he was more confident that she was asleep.

He walked around the small house but found nothing of interest only her personal belongings, books, clothes, and a laptop.

He then walked to the bedroom. He had been in that house before. Once he took a man from the bed into the ocean.

The man had been looking underwater, mumbling about people he saw in the water. He was a danger.

Attuma watched her sleep soundly.

She looked very comfortable and calm. She was completely unaware of the danger right in front of her.

Attuma watched her for a moment before heading out again.

Reporting back to his King the next morning.

Kukulkan was still not convinced and Attuma was sent back to watch her.

---

You, completely unaware of the attention, continued your job as you were supposed to.

Two weeks now have passed and the old man arrived with your food for the upcoming week. As usual he made no effort to chat, he dropped off your food and necessities before getting back on his ship with the list you handed him of things you would need.

But you were okay with it. He doesn't have to talk with you if he doesn't want to.

You were back in your routine.

Another couple days passed. And it seemed like the wonder of being alone started to wear off.

Not even the fact that you missed human interaction, you missed the shops.

You would kill for some Burger King right about now, but all you had is the lasagna you prepared yesterday or some ice cream. That did sound rather amazing right now.

You let out a sigh and decided to check the snack drawer.

With a twix in hand, you went out to the porch and sat down.

For a couple of days now, you have been getting a feeling. As if you were being watched.

You were sure it was only your imagination and your secluded lifestyle at the moment which was getting to you.

---

Attuma watched you closely for the entire time. Watching you as you walked around the island, cleaning, planting new flowers, cleaning the lighthouse, and making sure it functions.

He watched you sleep. He found himself spending more and more time watching your sleeping form.

He was certain you weren't a threat. Not to Talokan, not to him, and not to anyone else.

You must be a gentle soul.

A beautiful and gentle soul.

Attuma never felt so conflicted in his entire life. He wanted nothing more than to talk to you, get to know you. And yet, here he was, a warrior, a general under Kukulkan. A man who never lost their vision of the most important thing, keeping Talokan safe.

In his mind, he knew what he was doing is wrong. He knew that his bravery in walking onto land even during the day was a great risk. He knew all of this and yet, his heart told him other things.

His heart told him to look after this precious woman, to keep her in his arms.

He never felt so uncertain in his entire life.

Sometimes he forgot that even if he was a general, a friend of Kukulkan, a warrior, he was also a man.

A man who lived a long life and has an even longer in front of him.

A man who never craved for a woman more than he is craving now.

But he knew it was wrong. He knew he must not have these feelings.

He knew he needed to find a solution.

Each day, he reported to Kukulkan. Each day he told him he was convinced the woman was no threat. But he feared his King might stop his investigation. Attuma feared he wouldn't be able to see you again.

"Thank you brother. You have been watching her for many days now. You may go back to your duties."

"I do wish to keep an eye on her still. If we send someone they might get seen." Attuma's reasoning was correct. Kukulkan however, sensed something else.

"Is she a warrior?"

"No, she tends to the gardens and feeds the seagulls. Sometimes he feeds the fish."

"Is she dangerous?"

"Certainly not. One of our weakest could take her down in a matter of minutes."

"Then why do you insist on watching her?" Kukulkan wasn't mad, he was more intrigued. He has never seen her brother like this.

"In case it is all an act. In case she communicates with others so they could find Talokan. I think it would be best if I watch her, in case my fears are correct and we need to jump into action." again, Attuma's reasoning was spot on. But something didn't feel right to the King.

"Did you perhaps grow some form of attachment?"

"Of course not, she is but a surface dweller." it almost hurt for him to say those words.

Kukulkan watched his brother closely, even if his people thought him to be a God, he was blinded by his rage and hatred. However, he would never want his brother to suffer.

"Keep an eye on her then. If what you assume is true, kill her. I don't require daily reports from now, weekly should be enough." Attuma nodded before he swam off.

Kukulkan watched Attuma leave, trying to hide his smile behind his hand.

---

That night, there was a terrible storm. Thankfully it hit after you already were done with your chores so you could hide inside the house.

You looked out the window but you weren't able to see much.

However, you swore you saw a head in the water.

You panicked. What if someone was drifted from a ship?

You grabbed your jacket and headed out into the storm.

There was thunder, the wind was crazy as you looked at the beach and the water.

"Hello?!" you yelled, trying to stay on the sand as the water raged. "Is someone there?! I can help you!" but no answer came and you saw no one. Slowly you walked a bit further, the ocean hitting your ankles. "IS SOMEONE THERE?!" you yelled from the top of your lungs. Trying to see the person you believe you saw again but the rain didn't help.

"HELLO?!" you tried once more.

You decided to head back but on your way a huge wave hit and you lost your balance, the water quickly dragged you in and soon, you were panicking.

You knew it was not helping, you tried to swim but you couldn't because the waves were too big. Then you were thrown against a rock and you hit your head. You were in and out of consciousness.

But you swore you felt a hand and an arm moving around you.

---

You woke up with a start and a terrible headache.

You swore you have been in the water, you should be dead but then why were you inside the house in your bed?!

Was it all a dream?

No. The little bump on your head said otherwise.

You tried to recall just how you managed to get back on shore and into the house but you couldn't.

Was it the adrenaline that kicked in?

You weren't sure.

You remember heading out to the beach because you thought you saw a head, trying to save the person you were taken in by a huge wave and nearly drowned. But you didn't.

How?

---

"You saved her." Kukulkan looked at his general, Attuma failed to notice the mischief in his King's eyes.

"She was drowning," Kukulkan smirked.

"You like her, Attuma. Just admit it."

"My King, I would never... a surface dweller? Unheard of."

"Not really. We do have people who were once living on the surface, you know that. Good and loyal people. And you did say she is a kind person."

"My King, Kukulkan I-"

"You must be torn, my brother. Having feelings like that must take a toll on a person even as strong as you are. But I have been told love is a stronger driver than hate. If she chooses so, she can live with you here." Attuma was stunned.

"Y-You approve of her?"

"She must be special if she caught your eyes, Brother." Kukulkan nodded as he felt as if a huge weight just got lifted off of his shoulders.

But it was put right back on when he realized he will have to know someone speak with you without scaring you.

He also didn't want to scare you so you would run and he would need to kill you before you could reveal his secret.

He couldn't help but recall the worry in your voice yesterday. How you called out for someone who you thought needed help. It almost lead to your demise. But at least he got to see you up close.

Attuma bowed to his King before leaving.

Now, somehow he had to come up with a plan and not scare you in the meantime.

---

You stood on the beach, looking at the water, trying to see something, anything.

You walked around the island at least three times now, trying to find the person you saw.

But now, you started to believe you were imagining things.

You went on with your routine but then something weird happened. Bones started to appear on the beach. You stood there utterly confused as to just how did a shark's skull end up on your beach? Only the skull as well, no body or other bones. Just a skull in the sand.

You were truly baffled.

And over the upcoming days, you found more and more bones.

Sea creature skulls and one time even an emerald necklace. It was a small emerald gem on a gold necklace.

It confused you more than the skulls did.

---

You let out a long sigh, as night soon arrived, you went back to your routine, turning the light on before walking back down the stairs.

As you turned around the house to put away your broom in the small shed at the back, you nearly tripped over when you saw a man standing there.

It was no ordinary man either. He had a shark skull on his head, weird clothes and blue skin.

Could it be that he was the man you saw last night?

You just stood there too stunned to say something. He was also clearly caught off guard.

"Do you live here?" you asked, assuming he lived on the island but he shook his head. He spoke in a language you couldn't understand. "Are you... injured?" he shook his head again, no, so he clearly understood you, so he must speak your language. Then you decided the best way to deal with this was by turning around and heading back inside the house.

As you turned the corner you turned back and looked at him still standing there.

So he wasn't your imagination.

Cool.

Or not?

You went into the house and sat down, looking at the door you tried to make sense of things. Then you heard the man walk onto the porch and the door opened slowly, he looked huge in the doorway. Not only tall but muscular as well.

You were sure he was there to kill you. Now you knew what happened to the others before you.

As he took a step inside you stood up from the chair.

"I won't tell anyone, I promise! But they will send more people if I disappear! They will look for me." you knew no one would care, but he didn't have to know that.

"Won't hurt you." he suddenly said and you didn't know if it scared you more or calmed you a little.

There was something about his voice which you found incredibly charming. A slight ring to it, like a melody.

You found it strange how someone so huge and blue and covered in bones could be so calming.

"Then what do you want? Are you the ones who left the bones on the beach?" he nodded once, the jewellery around him chiming at the movement. "Why?" you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

"Gifts. Talokan women like gifts from strong men, the most impressive gift will decide who can court the woman."

"Talokan? Is that your home?" he nodded again. "Hold on just a moment! Hold on! So, you live in the ocean? In Talokan? Are you the one who killed the people before me?"

"Couldn't trust them. Talokan's safety is the priority."

"So, you killed them, but you are leaving me gifts to court me?! I must be dreaming. This cannot be real... A blue man from the sea is trying to court me?! You must be joking!"

"I'm not. I would be a good partner to you. I'm a general under the King, I am loyal, a great warrior."

The way he looked dead serious, you must be dreaming.

This cannot be real.

You refused to believe that this was real.

You needed to pinch yourself, you must be dreaming, or last night, you died at this was your purgatory.

"Yesterday, you saved me?"

"You were drowning. I helped."

"You were the one I saw in the water, I went to help you and a big wave took me in. I was drowning, and what you put me back to bed?"

"Indeed."

"I-I need time to think."

Attuma understood, he handed you a shell. "Place this in the water and call for me, I am Attuma. I will come to you as soon as I can." and with that, he walked out of the house, you rushed to the door and watched him walk back into the ocean.

You were truly going mad.

The next day, you found yourself sitting on the sand, watching the water, you tried to gather your thoughts.

So, he was an underwater... man? He has been watching you because he is a general and has to protect his home. Okay... He killed the people before you because they were a threat to his people. Okay... And he wanted to court you... Like what?!

Was this some kind of a sick joke? No the man who drops off your food is not the pranking type.

So, it had to be real. But even the thought of people living underwater sent a shiver down your spine. But it did make a lot of sense. Androids, aliens, wizards and now, water-people. Why not?

You had a feeling your fate would be sealed if you tried to contact anyone about them. You had a feeling you would be dead in a matter of seconds if you tried to. Now it made sense why you felt as if someone was watching you all the time. He was monitoring you so he could report if you had done something.

You weren't going to lie, this all sounded extremely intriguing. You found Attuma to be very interesting, the mystery of it all.

He was huge and you could tell he was a great warrior but his eyes were so kind and soft.

The gifts he left you, were all intricately picked, cleaned and placed in the sand for you to find. You wondered how could you show him that you were interested. Flowers? Maybe not.

You held the shell which he handed you yesterday.

"Attuma." you whispered before letting it into the water, you watched as it was taken away. Soon, he started to walk out of the water.

"Did you make up your mind?" he asked and you nodded. "Then please, let my torture end with an answer."

"I would like to get to know you better." you said as he stood in front of you.

You watched as his posture became more straight. His lungs filled with confidence. The mask on his face hides his smile.

"But I am terrified of water." this made him stop in his tracks. "Deep water, of which you can't see the bottom of. Scares me to no end."

"Why?"

"When I was young, my grandma took me to the ocean one summer. I wandered in too far and nearly drowned. Ever since that day, I am terrified of deep water."

"Then I will help you."

"I know how to swim, I just..."

"I'll help you. I won't let you drown." he said as he took the mask off his face and guided it to your face.

With that, he helped you into the water, you clung to him like a baby koala would to their mother.

The mask did help you breathe normally which you were thankful for.

"I will help you get comfortable in the water. Then, we will work from there."

"Thank you." you watched as his skin changed from blue to a gorgeous brown, it made you smile. Now, you could see his face without the mask and he was rather handsome.

You swam around a lot that day, to the point where you got rather tired. Attuma had to carry you back to the house.

It became somewhat of a routine for him. You cleaned up the island as you normally would, water your plants before he would take you on swimming lessons.

He was a really good teacher.

He told you what to do and never pushed you further than you were willing to go.

Even if you were shaking with fear, you still wanted to learn. At least it gave something for you to do and look forward to.

Each day you got more and more used to having him around. Each passing day, you started to see him for who he was, not the scary blue water man but Attuma.

He talked a lot about his home and his people. He shared the story of his people with you, how ancient his society was and how they survived for so long.

He talked about his king, Kukulkan, Attuma said he was like a brother to him.

You also told him about yourself. Telling him about your family and how you grew up and how you ended up in the middle of the ocean. Oh how glad he was that you two met.

One rather cold morning, you stood on the beach, waiting for him but he was late.

He was never late.

You were worried something might have happened.

You spent all day on the beach, worried sick.

You only headed back when the rain started.

You sat on the porch, watching the water, but soon, it got dark.

You were very worried but you needed to head inside or you might catch a cold.

The next morning, you did the same, sitting on the sand just waiting and waiting. But somehow, he didn't come.

Now, you were angry-worried.

"FINE! THEN DON'T COME! AS IF I CARE!" you yelled before you kicked the sand and headed to get some work done.

Occasionally glancing at the water, but nothing.

You sat once again on the porch, bouncing your leg up and down.

The sun was at it's highest point and you were already finished. You cleaned more than you should have. In your last desperate attempt, you walked to the beach and collected shells, sending them into the water one by one. After you sent the fifth you noticed someone emerging from the water. You watched him as he just stood there, a shell in your hand.

"Are you hurt?" he asked as you could see his eyes checking you. You threw the shell at him, it bounced off of his chest and back into the water.

"Where were you?!"

"I was-"

"Do you know how worried I was?!"

"I-"

"I was worried sick! I thought something happened! And then you come waltzing out of the water as if nothing happened?!"

"Waltzing? What's th-"

"How dare you! Do you know what you did to me?!" a tear ran down your face. "I was so worried, I thought you got hurt or worse!"

"We had some issues with Wakanda. I'm sorry. Kukulkan needed me, Talokan needed me." he spoke as he walked closer to you.

"I needed you." you said before hugging him.

Attuma didn't even realize just how attached you got to him, while he knew he was already in love with you, he failed to realize that you share similar feelings.

It was hard for him to stay away from you. But he needed to, he would think about you every given moment. Even as he was fighting all he could think about was you.

"I missed you too." he admitted as his arms moved around you. He had to mind his own strength.

"I want to go with you, live with you. Like the people you told me about."

"Would you really? You want to live with me?"

"Of course, the last almost two days without you made me realize just how much I love you, Attuma. I want to go with you, live with you, marry you. I want you, if you will have me." He removed his mask and leaned down, capturing your lips with his in a soft kiss.

"I will prepare everything, My Love. Tomorrow, I'll come and get you, in case you change your mind-"

"I won't." you reassure him as you both smiled at one another.

Attuma has never swam faster than on that day, going straight to his brother to tell him the news who was happy for him.

They got a fruit prepared and both went to you the next day.

"This is my king, Kukulkan." said Attuma as he introduced you two. "And my king, this is the woman who captured my heart."

"Welcome to Talokan. Your turning might be painful, but it is necessary so you can come and live with us."

"I'm prepared for the pain because I know happiness awaits me." you smiled at Kukulkan as he nodded.

"My brother chose well." he handed you a blue flower and you took a deep breath. Kukulkan turned and left you alone.

Attuma took a step closer to you as he watched you with careful eyes.

"I will miss the flowers."

"You can come visit when you wish."

"For sure, one day I want our children to see the place where we fell in love." Attuma laughed a little and you offered him one last smile before taking the plant.

You were ready for your new life with him.

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Give Yourself To Me And More

Attuma of Talokan x Female!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ content, obsessive behavior, somewhat dark!Attuma, rough (consensual) sex, choking, tit slapping, breeding kink, dirty talk

Minors Do Not Interact!!!

Summary: Attuma liked to think he was a patient man. Being Talokan's commanding general has taught him how to stay composed in stressful situations, and for the most part he knows patience is a virtue. However, you test his limits everyday with your lingering touches, bright smile, and kind words that make it hard for him to hold back, to leave you untouched and still pure. But like all the strongest of men, eventually they must fall.

Word Count: 2,895

Skip to the three *** if all you want to read is the smut (I'm not judging at all lol).

Translations:

Ma', in querida- No, my darling

In yakunaj- my darling

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It felt like Chaac himself was testing him.

He was solely focused on making the surface world and all who inhabited it, who forced his people into the dark, cold, unforgiving depths of the ocean, pay for their crimes, all while being confronted by the dangers that were at every corner. Dangers like you.

To him, you were a radiant goddess, and this world was unworthy of your existence. You were always beautiful from the beginning, and it seemed like each time you both interacted with each other, his feelings became even stronger. What made it worse is you always focused your attention on him. You would bring him homemade lunches, offer to massage the aches in his body after he was done training, be the first to welcome him back after a successful mission, and so much more. It was a miracle he hadn't died from a heart attack with the way it always swelled when he was near you.

You were the light in his life, and it didn't help that you started to appear in his dreams and late-night fantasies, making him feel shameful the morning after. In his mind, he had taken you many times, taking pleasure from you like a lover. You were begging him, touching him, letting him touch you, making him feel less lonely when you weren't near him. You were the reason to keep Talokan safe. You were something worth fighting for. In his mind, you were his, and he was yours.

But reality would reel him back in, like a fish attached to a hook, and he would remember you were simply being the kind person you always were. You laughed and smiled with everyone, you were amazing with children, and you never hesitated to offer help when asked. It's like you were taunting him with your gentle affections, always holding his hand and pulling him to somewhere more private so you both could indulge yourselves in each other's lives. He loved when you would hug him, you felt so soft in his arms, and he would kill a thousand men if that meant never having to let you go. He adored you. If you told him to jump, he'd say how high.

You were enchanting.

You were mesmerizing.

You were a danger to his sanity and beyond distracting.

Attuma wondered how long this would go on. How long he would pine for you, yearn for your attention, for you to say his name like you loved him, pretend like the thought of someone else sweeping you off your feet wasn't possible. That was his worst fear, waiting too long and someone taking you from him. He would kill that person with no hesitation. Would there ever be an end to this madness? Was he doomed for eternity to feel this way about you? Would he be forced to act like you weren't the first thing on his mind when he woke up and the last thing when sleep would finally overtake him?

One night, he decided it was enough. You pushed him to the limit, and he was going to be honest with you about his feelings. On the way to your house, his mind was a sea of questions and doubts.

What if she doesn't feel the same way?

What if I ruin what we have?

What if she thinks I'm unworthy?

What will I do without her? Without my light?

By the time he got to your front door, he had thought of everything that could go wrong. For a moment, he wanted to turn back. He didn't want to lose you. He didn't want things to change in a way that would make you feel uncomfortable around him. Despite his uncertainty, he gently knocked on your door and waited.

You swiftly opened the door, and it was like all his thoughts drifted away into nothingness. You were wearing a blue silk nightgown that outlined your body perfectly, and Attuma had to control himself from staring at your cleavage. Your eyes brightened, and that smile that made him feel weak slowly adorned your face.

"Attuma!" you squealed in excitement and hugged him, digging your face into his neck. You smelled amazing, like vanilla with a hint of cinnamon.

He hugged you back and, for a moment, felt like maybe the world wasn't so bad since you were in it. He felt you pull back, and he looked to see you admiring him. You both stilled, and, in a way, were speaking to each other with your eyes. You both had been friends for so long that verbal communication wasn't always necessary.

"Please, come in" you slide your hands down his arms to his, gently pulling him into your house. He followed willingly, and once he was fully inside, you closed the door behind him.

Attuma loved your house. The beautiful decorations, the smell, the atmosphere. Everything.

Your light touch to his back shook him out of his thoughts, and you led him to the familiar couch you both have sat on more times than he could count. You relaxed into the cushions while facing him with a smile, which he returned.

"What brings you here, my warrior?" you asked, taking his hand and delicately tracing his palm while you waited for his answer. Namora and K'uk'ulkan were right. You were going to be the death of him.

Attuma felt like he had fallen into ice water. He remembered the reason why he was here, to tell you how he felt. At this rare moment, the fearless general was scared. A part of him wanted to lie, come up with an excuse that he wanted to simply talk with you, and that was all. But you didn't deserve that. No, you deserved everything and so much more. He quietly swallowed, and he braced himself for all the possible scenarios that could happen.

"Y/N, I have to tell you something," he stated, taking your hands in his and scooting closer toward you on the couch.

He never took his eyes off yours, and you felt your body tingling under his gaze. He could sense your nervousness and continued with his confession.

"I have strong feelings for you, Y/N. Feelings stronger than love. Feelings I can't hide from you anymore."

The room was silent. You looked at him with a mix of shock and surprise. His face was serious and unchanging. Attuma didn't like this, and the doubts started to rear their ugly heads back into his mind.

You idiot, you really thought she would feel the same? Now she's gonna hate you forever, and there's nothing you can do about it.

Attuma wanted to leave. Leave and never come back. He knew this was a bad idea. He shouldn't have let his selfishness get the better of him. And now he was going to lose you forever. He was going to lose you, and it would be no one's fault but his. Why would he ever thi-

"I feel the same," you whispered. He thought he was dreaming. He had to be. He was going to wake up in his empty bed and realize none of this was real.

Oh, but it was real. Here you were, looking at him with nothing but love and understanding. You smiled, not in a mocking way, but in a genuine way. You had felt strongly about Attuma since the day you laid your eyes on him. You dropped so many hints that, to you, went unnoticed. The soft touches, the persisting looks, the sincere compliments, and so much more. In your mind, he was yours, and you were his. Your body felt like it was on fire, excitement slowly bubbling inside you.

Attuma didn't know what to say. The girl of his dreams admitted that she felt the same about him. He was like a deer in headlights, still and unmoving.

Say something, you fool.

"…You do?" he breathed, his eyes slowly softened.

Chaac, you're hopeless.

"I do," you answered, your tone was nothing but sincere.

The sight was laughable, two love-stricken fools gazing into each other's eyes like lovesick puppies. But you and Attuma didn't care. He loved you, and you loved him, and that's all that mattered.

Attuma paused. He didn't think this would happen. He knew every battle strategy, where and when to strike the enemy, how to keep them in a position where they couldn't win, but being with you, it's like he forgot everything. But he did know one thing. He wanted you.

He wanted you bad.

"May I kiss you, Y/N?" he pleaded desperately. Of course, he was a gentleman, and if you said no, he would be perfectly fine with that. For you, he would wait as long as you believed he needed to.

"Yes," you replied, ecstatic and smiling so hard your mouth started to hurt.

***

He gently grabbed your face, and your lips collided with his, moving in perfect sync like waves against the shore. It started off innocent but gradually became more animalistic and primal, and soon you were straddling his waist while his large hands cupped your ass. You decided to tease him by grinding on his manhood, causing a low groan to emit from his throat that made your pussy shiver. He teased you back by pulling your hair, revealing your neck, and started to litter the area with kisses and love bites, going lower and lower. You uncontrollably moaned, unaware of his hands drifting up toward the straps of your nightgown. He suddenly yanked down both the straps and massaged your breasts, uttering a groan while massaging the soft skin in his hands.

"So beautiful for me," he praised, his large hand wrapping around your throat, making you whimper.

You moaned like a whore. A dirty, filthy whore. And Attuma wanted all of it. He wanted all of you.

"Attuma," you whispered, eyelids growing heavy as you struggled to stay conscious. It felt like he was squeezing the life out of you, and you felt your vision start to cloud until he roughly pulled you towards him.

"Ma', querida, you're not getting out of this that easily," he slapped your breast, making you scream. He then kissed your hot skin as an apology.

Suddenly, you felt yourself being lifted by the giant brute and quickly wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs, somewhat around his large waist. He swiftly made his way towards your bedroom, eyes never leaving yours. When he reached your room, he gently laid you on your bed, and you shivered, questioning what his next move would be. Silently, he slid your nightgown off your body, leaving you in your blue panties that were soaked with your arousal. For some reason, you felt self-conscious, and your hands were attempting to shield your body from his gaze.

"Don't you dare," he warned, and you listened without hesitation, your hands retreating back to your sides.

Attuma then made his way on top of you, touching and kissing every part of your body. He eventually made his way to your underwear, and he bit down on the material, slowly pulling them off and revealing your wetness. You gasped at the sight. You couldn't believe this was happening. Without warning, he raised your legs and rested them upon his shoulders, his mouth only inches away from your pussy.

Just as you were about to beg him, you shrieked as he licked your cunt. Your eyes widened, and you screamed as Attuma clamped his mouth around your clit and sucked relentlessly, rolling the bud with his tongue and making your legs shake. You were instantly wet, juices gushing out of you. Lewd noises filled the room as he devoured you, mixed with your vulgar profanities while you desperately grinded on his tongue.

You trembled under him, reduced to nothing but a panting mess as you could do nothing but take it. You held onto the bed sheets for dear life and sobbed as he gave you the best orgasm you've ever had.

Attuma drank every drop of your wetness, feeling your pussy shake against his lips. He could've stayed between your legs forever, but he had bigger plans to get to.

Begrudgingly, he released your clit from his mouth and laid your legs down. He slowly moved back to the edge of the bed and stood tall, admiring his work. He wiped his mouth and started to undress, and you caught a glimpse of his battle scars covering his body. He truly was magnificent.

Your eyes moved further down to his cock. It was hard and girthy, and you noticed precum oozing out of the tip. You swallowed. This was going to be a night to remember. He climbed back onto the bed and hovered over you, rubbing his dick against your pussy. Nothing could brace you for what was about to happen next.

You screamed as he slammed himself inside you, stretching you open and filling you up. You looked to see your belly bulging with the shape of his cock, it was completely obscene.

Attuma groaned; you were so deliciously tight around him, your soft walls pulling him in as he rutted up against you. He grabbed your hips with a bruising force and pulled you impossibly closer, your tits flushed against his chest. He fit inside you so perfectly, and you took him so well, it made him wonder why he had waited. He should have done this a long time ago.

He set a brutal pace as he repeatedly pounded into you, causing the bed to shake and your eyes to roll back. He couldn't take his eyes off the way your pussy engulfed his dick with each thrust. You looked so dumb and pretty, just like in his fantasies he imagined and touched himself to in the late hours of the night. Your moans were sweeter than any siren song, and Attuma wanted to hear you sing for him more.

"You're so wet," he grunted, pulling out and slamming back in.

"You're a little slut, aren't you? This is what you wanted all along, isn't that right?" You shook your head and cried, it was too much, and you screamed as his dick continued smacking against your womb.

"A-Attuma, please slow down. You're going to break me!" You wailed, trying to push him away.

"I. Don't. Care", he snarled, pounding hard into you after every word. You felt a hand on your throat, and your pussy squeezed him even more.

"Naughty little girl," he teased as he kissed and sucked on your neck. "Wanting my cock like the dirty slut you are. I'm gonna make sure you're pregnant with our babies. That's what you want, isn't it?"

"No! N-No, please!" You begged. That wasn't true. You marveled at the thought of having his children. You felt so horny, feeling his dick pounding into you. Attuma leaned forward and held you in a tight embrace, forcing you to look at him as you slowly surrendered to your desires.

"You're mine," he growled. "Only mine. Say it!"

"I'm yours!" you shouted. You didn't care if everyone in Talokan heard you. You only cared about who was on top of you, who was worshiping you, who was inside you. You were so painfully close to another orgasm, and Attuma knew it.

"Cum for me, in yakunaj," he pleaded, resting his forehead against yours. You could barely speak, barely form a coherent thought as that familiar ache started to build up in your core. You were getting closer, and you loved it, the feeling of coming undone in front of him.

Attuma bit into your shoulder and you threw your head back and came. Your pussy squirted around his cock, and you almost passed out from the pleasure. Your back arched as he came inside you, filling you up with his warm seed. You moaned his name as your body twitched against him, trying to regain some sense of normality. That was the best sex you've ever had in your life.

For a while, you both stayed like that, gasping for air while he remained deep in your warmness. Sadly, he pulled out, and you whimpered at the empty feeling. His cum felt dangerously good inside you, and you shivered, basking in the fact that he claimed you, ruining you for anyone else. You looked up to see your lover, who was also coming down from his high.

Attuma looked beautifully wrecked, his hair a mess and sweat glistening on his body. You didn't look too bad either, but you weren't complaining. You pulled him down for a kiss which he gladly reciprocated. You were both tired but happy.

"Attuma," you sighed exasperatedly, "that was amazing," you praised. He smiled and caressed your cheek with his hand. You giggled and kissed his palm, running your thumb over where your lips once were. He returned the action and held your hand to his heart. You felt your body heat up at the gesture. You sat up and started peppering his face with kisses, and he did the same to you.

"I love you, Y/N."

"I love you more, my warrior."

And at that moment, Attuma's world shined even brighter now that you were his.

End.

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