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amhrosina · 1 year

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The Artist and the Sea (Namor x f!Reader)

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Requests are open - slowing working my way through them!

Part 2

A/N: Hello Nonnie! Thank you for requesting! It inspired me, and I couldn’t not write it as soon as I saw it. Also, let's pretend we can't see the spears being pointed at Namor in this gif lol. (Again, if any of the Yucatec Maya to English translations are off, please let me know!)

Request: tbh it's my first time requesting something regarding the marvel fandom but can i request a namor x fem reader where they meet at the beach when the reader is painting the landscape of the ocean? if you don't understand or don't want to write this, it's okay <333

Summary: You meet a stranger on the beach who takes an interest in your paintings, which somehow puts you in the position of painting the King of Talokan’s portrait.

(Warnings: not a lot?, the kisses gets a little steamy, Namor is a little touch starved, WING TOUCHING!!!!!, no smut (nonnie didn’t specify and I didn’t want to deliver hardcore smut to someone who didn’t want it lol), reader doesn’t speak Namor’s language but loves the nicknames anyways, I think that’s it???)

Translations:

ki'ichpam artista – beautiful artist

pétalo – petal

ch'ujuk ch'úupalo' – sweet girl

princesa – princess

The light reflecting off the ocean was a blinding blue, and you had been trying to blend your paint together to mimic the color for 15 minutes already. You grunted with displeasure as your paintbrush stained three shades too dark. Today was a day for painting. The wind wasn’t blowing too hard, the weather was the perfect mix of cool, but not too cold, and the tides were relatively consistent. When you’d walked out onto your back porch earlier this morning and laid your eyes on the little slice of the beach you owned, it almost felt like an invitation.

Now, you were regretting your decision to lug all of your paint supplies out of your tiny studio and down the beach. You rolled your eyes, tossing the palette down onto the old blanket you used to keep any stray paint from spilling onto the beach. You dipped a clean brush into the tan color you had mixed earlier and began working on creating the right texture for the sand.

The beach was mostly empty today, but even during tourist season, there wasn’t much foot traffic this far down the beach. Your grandmother’s house was a small, but cozy cabin-like home, nestled in a small cove that only locals knew about. You had spent many summers here, tucked away in your little slice of heaven, painting anything and everything you saw. When your grandmother had passed away, the deed of the house was transferred to you, and suddenly you were a homeowner.

You had transformed the inside after moving in, turning the office into an art studio, and transforming the bedroom into a library. Your bedroom, if you could call it that, was actually the living room with tapestries hung up as makeshift walls. You didn’t mind, and neither did anyone else. Or they wouldn’t, you thought, if anyone happened to come by.

You sat back on your stool, looking between the sand around you and your canvas. The texture was coming along nicely, and you grinned at your work. Landscapes had never been your forte – most of your commissions were oil portraits – but you had been working on expanding your skills over the last few months.

“You are an artist?”

An unfamiliar voice startled you from your concentration, and you furrowed your brow at the intrusion. You weren’t one to hog the beach, but you’re clearly a busy woman that didn’t want to be bothered. You leaned around the canvas, intent on staying silent and ignoring the man, but did a double take when you made eye contact with the man.

He was undoubtably beautiful, and definitely not a local. His body was adorned with beautifully carved artifacts draping across his chest and shoulders, and the only actual article of clothing he wore was a pair of green shorts. You glanced down at the light flutter at his ankles, which had small wings sprouting from the sides of them. You brought your eyes back up, not wanting him to catch you staring, but the stranger hadn’t taken his eyes off you since you’d acknowledged him.

“I’m a...what?” You asked, blinking. You’d been so distracted by his sudden appearance that you’d forgotten the question he’d asked.

“You are an,” he nodded to the canvas in front of you, “artist. Yes?”

“Yes.” You nodded, standing from your stool. “But I am not very good at landscapes.”

He walked around you, facing the canvas and looking over it with a prompt shake of his head.

“This is beautiful. You are very good.”

“Oh.” You mumbled, ringing your hands together. “Thanks.”

You could feel your cheeks heating at his compliment, and you didn’t want to know why his compliments were getting such a rise out of you. This man was a complete stranger, and his opinions on your art should not have gotten that reaction out of you.

“You are not reacting to me the way I thought you would.”

You stared at your half-finished canvas harder, refusing to look in his eyes again, as you mulled over his statement. Yes, this was definitely the strangest encounter you’d ever experienced, but you lived in a universe where Avengers seemed to be popping up in every city, so the idea of a man from the sea appearing on your beach wasn’t as farfetched as it sounded. He was clearly a powerful being, but you weren’t afraid of him, or his power for that matter.

“How did you think I would react?” You finally asked, peeking at him in your peripheral.

“I am not sure. This is my first time approaching a surface dweller like this.”

“Surface dweller?” You scoffed, finally meeting his gaze.

He had a small smile on his face. “You dwell...amongst the surface. Do you not?”

“I’m assuming you dwell amongst something else?” Your eyes flicked towards the sea and then back at him.

“You assume correctly.” He dipped his head in a nod, adjusting his stance to face you. “I am Namor.”

You tested the name on your tongue, repeating it under your breath. Your gaze ran across his broad chest, trying to gauge the colors of paint you would mix to paint the golden-brown hues of his skin.

“Can I paint you, Namor?”

The words were out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. He was just so pretty, and the artist in you couldn’t deny how beautiful the painting would turn out.

“You want to paint me?” He furrowed his brows, but the grin on his face grew slightly.

“Yes,” you responded quickly, nodding your head with vigor, “I would like to paint you.”

He was silent for a few moments, before shrugging his shoulders in a very human motion. “Okay, ki'ichpam artista. You may paint me.”

Your portrait of Namor would take you a few weeks, maybe even a month to complete. You wanted to highlight his strength and the unbridled power he possessed, but you also wanted to emphasize his beauty. Namor would have to visit you many times for you to get every detail just right, and the thought of that sent an excited flurry of butterflies through your stomach. You thought about taking a photo of him, to speed the process along, but quickly decided against it. It’s not every day that a girl gets to sit with a God, let alone paint one.

The first visit was mostly a sketch session, and you spent the vast majority of the time studying Namor’s features, sketching a few lines, and then erratically erasing different areas of the canvas. Namor sat patiently, watching you mumble under your breath as you captured the angles of his face. He wasn’t used to being studied so closely but being under your careful eye didn’t make him uncomfortable.

“Why did you become an artist?” Namor asked as you looked between your canvas and his face.

“Because I love art.” You murmured, squinting at the line you’d just drawn.

Namor smiled, and you ignored the fluttery feeling in your chest.

“I know that pétalo. I meant, why do you love art?”

You glanced up at him, studying the way his lips curled when he smiled. You began sketching again before you answered him.

“Art brings people together, you know? That’s super cliché, but I guess it’s true.” You shrugged. “Languages are complex. They cause confusion and barrier us from other cultures. But art is a form of communication that doesn’t have those boundaries. Everyone can look at a painting and understand it at its very core, even if they interpret it differently.”

Namor nodded, leaning back on his hands in the sand. You had a sneaky feeling that not many people got to see Namor in this relaxed state and took a mental picture of it so you could sketch it later.

“You have a very pretty way of saying things pétalo.”

You blushed, focusing on the angle of his pointed ears on your canvas.

It wasn’t until your third session with Namor that he began opening up about his home in Talokan. He told you about his people, and how most of the world didn’t know of their existence due to his vigorous efforts to protect them. You had an overwhelming sense that Namor’s pride lay in the ruling of his people, and that he would do anything to protect them.

While he described his homelands to you, you snuck another peek at his ankles. You’d have to ask him for a closer look eventually. The only way you could do them justice in your painting was by touching them, but you didn’t know how to ask.

“You can...touch them, if you need to, pétalo.”

You looked up, stiffening with guilt. You didn’t know what to say to that.

“You cannot hurt me. I promise.” He nudged his foot out, urging you to touch them.

You nodded slowly, softly setting your paintbrush down and standing from your seat. You kneeled down beside him, leaving a trail of featherlight touches along the inside of one of the wings. The texture was unlike anything you’d ever felt before, and you couldn’t help the second stroke you left across the back of the wing.

Namor inhaled sharply and you pulled your hand away, looking up at him with concern.

“Did I hurt you?” you asked, squeezing your hands together.

“No, ch'ujuk ch'úupalo'. They are very...sensitive.”

“Oh. Oh.” You stood up, swiftly turning to walk back towards your canvas, when his hand lightly wrapped around your wrist, stopping you.

“It’s okay, pétalo. No one has touched them in many years. It was a feeling I had forgotten, that’s all.” His eyes shone bright with ease, and the soft smile on his lips was comforting.

You nodded, returning his smile. You noticed that he hadn’t let go of your wrist, even though it was clear you weren’t moving away from him anytime soon.

“Were you born with them?” You asked, looking up at his tall frame.

“Yes. And these, too.” He pointed at his ears, and you couldn’t help it when you reached forward, running a fingertip along their edge.

“Beautiful.” You murmured under your breath, leaning in to get a closer look. Everything about him was beautiful, and you were finding it harder and harder to breathe when you were this close to him.

Namor stumbled back, facing the ocean with such speed that you stumbled forward in his absence.

“I must go. Something is not right at home. I am sorry to leave so quickly. It was just getting good. I will see you again, next week, pétalo.”

You watched him walk back into the water, washing away with the tide, and just like that, he was gone.

The fourth session you were supposed to have with Namor was nearly ruined by a terrible storm brewing on the coast. You’d startled awake to the loud clap of thunder and watched through your window as the ocean violently responded. The rain came soon after, and just as you convinced yourself you wouldn’t be seeing Namor today, his powerful body trudged out of the water and onto the beach.

You met him at your front door, ushering him inside as the storm raged above his head. He stood in your foyer/living room/bedroom and looked around. You froze with the realization that this was the first time he had entered your house. It was strange, you thought, seeing someone so ethereal surrounded by the familiar, but common, walls of your home. You hadn’t done the dishes the night before, and your bed was unmade, but his attention had been snagged by the light coming from your makeshift studio.

“In here, then?” He pointed, gaze returning to you.

“Yeah. I’ll be in there in a minute. I just have to get my sketches.”

As soon as he rounded the corner, you bolted forward, straightening the covers on your messy bed and throwing dirty laundry into a pile in the corner. You ran your fingers through your hair, and finally joined him in the room a few moments later.

He was hunched over, looking at the dozens of sketches you’d drawn of him. You face palmed and internally groaned as you realized that you hadn’t put them away before inviting him inside. This was an embarrassing secret, to say the least, but you couldn’t stop drawing him. Every time he sent you a new look or moved his body in a way that captured your attention, the urge to draw it in your sketchbook wouldn’t leave your mind until you finally gave in and sketched it out.

“You are very talented, ch'ujuk ch'úupalo'.” he said, standing to his full height.

“Thanks.” You mumbled through your hands, trying to hide the fact that you were blushing, again. You shifted your focus to the painting, which was nearing its completion. “I’m almost done with the painting. I think after today I’ll just have to do minor touchups.”

“That is...wonderful, pétalo.” He plopped into one of the chairs you had set up around the room. You moved toward him and reached your hands out, intending to turn his head the way you needed it to finish the painting, but you hesitated. Your arms were frozen, stretched out in front of you as you met his heated gaze.

He shifted forward, keeping his gaze on you as he slowly leaned into your outstretched palms. Your hands curled into hair, and he shuttered, eyes closing as he forcefully pushed his head further into your hold. You tried to ignore the butterflies his slight movement had spurred in your stomach, but the soft groan he let out as you ran your fingers through his hair ruined any chance you had of controlling your blood pressure.

“It has been...a very long time since I’ve been touched so gently, princesa.”

You swallowed, unsure what to do next, but he was quick to hoist you into his lap. You traced his jaw and couldn’t help but glance at his lips as you met his gaze. He wrapped his arms around your waist and tugged you closer to his body.

“I did not mean to fall for you so entirely, ch'ujuk ch'úupalo', but you have not left my mind since I saw you painting on the beach.”

His voice was soft, but his hands tightened around your waist as he spoke. He had to physically restrain himself from pulling your lips down to meet his. But he would wait, a lifetime if he had to, for a sign of consent from you before crushing his lips against yours.

“I finished the painting last night.” You revealed, choking out a laugh. “I just wanted one more day with you before you left.”

Namor let out a deep laugh, throwing his head back against the back of his chair. “What were you planning on doing all day, princesa?”

You groaned, resting your forehead on his shoulder. “I was going to pretend to paint for a few hours before showing it to you.”

“If you wanted to spend more time with me, princesa, you only had to ask.” Namor was grinning wide, running his fingers along the curve of your waist.

“Don’t you have important kingly things to attend to?”

“Yes, but nothing that can’t be rearranged, ch'ujuk ch'úupalo'. You are also important to me.”

You smiled, cradling his face between your hands. His expression turned molten as you leaned into him, parting your lips in anticipation. He cupped the back of your head, pulling you the rest of the way down to meet his lips. The kiss was both sweet and lustful. His tongue dominated yours, begging for more as he ran his hands over your waist.

He pulled away from you abruptly, squeezing your waist. You were about to crawl off of his lap and begin profusely apologizing to him, but his words stopped you.

“You said you finished the painting. Can I see it?”

“Of course.” You jumped off of his lap and ran to the closet you’d hidden it in, suddenly excited to reveal it to him. You’d been keeping it a secret until it was finished, and to say you were eager to hear his thoughts on it was an understatement.

You set it on your canvas stand and stepped back, allowing him to fully see the painting. It had come out better than you’d hoped, and you’d known by the time you were halfway finished that it would be your best portrait yet.

He leaned in, marking the tiny details you’d spent hours polishing, and smiled.

“Ch'ujuk ch'úupalo', I have seen many paintings of me over the years, but none come close to this. You are so talented, princesa.”

“Do you really like it?” You asked, clutching your hands into your chest.

“I love it, my ki'ichpam artista. If I could take it with me and hang it for all my people to see, I would.”

“Really?” You squeaked, trying not to tear up at his declaration.

“Do you like it?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

“I think it’s my favorite painting I’ve ever done.” You breathed, glancing at it.

“You should keep it, ch'ujuk ch'úupalo'. Hang it in your home as a reminder of me, for when I have to attend to those kingly duties.”

You thought it over for a moment, and then smiled. “Okay.”

Parting with that painting was something you’d been dreading since you’d started it, along with the idea of not seeing Namor on a regular basis, but he’d just relieved your doubts in one sentence. You got to keep the painting and you’d be seeing him again.

“Okay.” He repeated, pulling at your waist until you were situated in front of him. He leaned down, planting a soft kiss on your lips, and you finally gave into those damned butterflies, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for another kiss.

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creamecafe · 1 year

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Hey! Can we get a Shuri x F!Reader fic, where the reader is mildly superpowered and had moved to Wakanda per request of the Queen after T'challa's passing to allow Shuri to have one trusted friend with her and she stays with her throughout Shuri's grieving period and fights alongside her and her people out at sea, earning herself the title of 'Hero' in the eyes of the Wakandan's despite not being one of their own, and of course, she and Shuri fall in love with eachother but they dont confess until before Shuri drinks the contents of her artificial heart, and before she goes she tells the reader she loves her incase the plant sends her into cardiac arrest and she dosent get the chance to tell her? Sorry for the long request.

Your the Only Friend I Need

*Spoilers for Black Panther: Wakanda Forever if you haven't seen it yet. You have been warned*

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Summary: What the request said (Until I can make up a good summary)

Pairing: Shuri Udaku x Fem!Reader with Super-Powers

Warnings: mutual pining, mentions of death, grief, depression, friends to lovers, and eventually fluff at the end. Also not double checked but I'll have to get to that soon.

a/n: @ackroxia this is an absolutely great idea of a request tysm! And DW about it being so long it's perfect!

The king is dead. T'Challa is dead. It was hard for you to accept the news that your close friend is gone. Especially thinking of how the Queen and his sister are feeling due to his death. You have been meaning to reach out to Shuri but didn't know when the right time was.

She was your best friend. Of course, the right thing to do is bring her comfort but didn't know how.

Your thoughts were disturbed as you hear a knock on your door and you go to approach to see who's there.

You look through the peephole and it was none other than the powerful female soldier group known, as the Dora Milaje. You open the door and allowed them in.

"Okoye and Ayo. It's nice to see you both. What brings you here?"

"Hello Y/N it's nice to see you too," Okoye smiled.

"We are here by the Queens' order" Ayo answered.

Oh no. The Queen. It could either mean something good or bad.

"The Queen. What does she need? How can I be a help of assistance?"

"She wants you to come to Wakanda in order of comfort for Shuri due to her state of the Kings death."

"Of course my condolences to the king. And how's Shuri?"

"Not so well. She spends much of her time in the lab. Rarely gets out to socialize or eat."

"I can imagine the death of her brother and how it affects her. They were really close."

"Indeed they were. We need you to come to Wakanda."

"Of course. I don't mind staying a couple of weeks there to comfort Shuri."

"No, I'm not talking about weeks. I mean permanently."

Permanently? Living in Wakanda permanently? It sounds like a dream because you have been to the country before to fight Thanos and how beautiful it is but to live there permanently never crossed your mind.

"Permanently? Like I stay there forever, leaving all my stuff here and my home?"

"I know it sounds like a lot. But Shuri could really use comfort."

You stopped and pondered a moment to think about the choice you would have to make. Shuri is your friend. It feels like a privilege you are chosen as a comfort to be by Shuri's side in an amazing country.

You took a deep breath in and sighed.

"I will go to Wakanda. For Shuri."

"We will help you bring your stuff."

You then started packing your stuff in order to leave your home and enter your new one, Wakanda. After you had everything packed and head off to the ship waiting outside, just practically calling your name, you looked back at your home and how much you will miss it. But then you remember this is for Shuri, a choice you made. You turn your head towards it and never looked back.

Now you were on the ship settled in and waiting for you to arrive at your destination.

-Time Skip-

You had now arrived at Wakanda and were now in the citadel guarded by more of the Dora Milaje. You walked to the meeting room and where the throne is. The doors opened and there stood the most powerful woman known, the Queen of Wakanda, hence her real name Ramonda.

"Queen." You bow down in respect towards her.

"Y/N. You are a friend to Wakanda and part of this family. There's no need to bow."

"I know but my parents always taught me to respect my elders." I smile at her and she does too

She goes to hug me and I reach in. Her hug was firm but also soft. Once you pulled out of the hug, she put her hands on your shoulders and slowly slide to your hands.

"I thank you for coming to Wakanda. I'm sorry for the short notice, but I just want my daughter to be alright."

"No it's ok I understand. My condolences to you and Shuri about the king, your son. First your husband and now your son. I can't imagine the pain you are going through."

"Well here in Wakanda, death is not the end." She smiled sweetly and cupped my face.

"You are a very strong woman Queen, I always admired that about you."

"You are very sweet Y/N, I always loved that about you."

Your heartbeat happily at her kindness.

"Come I'll let you see Shuri."

You nodded and followed her to Shuri's lab. You forgotten how big it was and how much you missed it.

You climb down the steps and see a whole bunch of technology around you and hologram screens. Then you saw her, Shuri.

"Shuri, I have a surprise for you."

"I don't think I'll be interested mama."

"Why you haven't even seen it yet? It's a special someone."

Shuri turns around rolling her eyes until she stops when she sees you. Her eyes widened.

"Y/N?"

"Hi Shuri," You smiled.

"Y/N, oh my god why didn't you tell me you were coming?"

"Well um.."

"I had her come to my request. To comfort you."

"Wait you requested for her to come?"

"To stay with you permanently."

"What? No mama, no you can't do that to Y/N. She can't be here because you want her to, what about her family, her home?"

"Shuri it's ok. I wanted to come here. I chose to. For you."

"But..." Shuri sighed.

"You need someone by you and I will do that." I interrupted her and held her shoulder. "I don't care if I have to stay in Wakanda for the rest of my life. I just want you to be ok. That's what matters to me""

Shuri looked down. She felt guilty that you're willing to leave your home to stay in Wakanda with her. She never had someone be her first priority before, especially you.

"I appreciate it Y/N. Thank you so much "

"Now you see why I wanted her to come here Shuri" Ramonda smiled at Shuri.

"Yes mama" Shuri laughed and you smiled too.

"I'll let you two be," Ramonda said as she left the lab.

You both look as the Queen leaves the lab and then turn to each other and smile.

"Do you want me to show you your room?"

"Yeah of course."

You both laugh as you leave the lab to see your new room. When you both arrived it was beautiful. The windows were big enough to see over the city of Wakanda and the night sky with many stars. You were able to put your luggage in and soon be able to decorate it the way you want. You and Shuri just spend the rest of the day talking and hearing how she's doing with the passing of T'Challa.

The first night of Wakanda has been comforting and soothing. The guards had given you comfort clothing, clothing of their culture, and sandals. The food was just immaculate with the seasonings put into it.

When you first took a bit of the food, your eyes widened. Shuri taking a sight at this laughed.

"Is it good?"

"Good? Amazing! Why didn't I have some sooner?"

You both laugh and continue eating.

After eating, you went to take a nice steamy hot bath and just sighed at the calm and relaxing experience. After you were done, you put your pajamas on and were heading to bed. You went to Shuri's room and knocked on the door. Shuri went to the door and opened it. She smiled when she saw you.

"Hey Y/N"

"Hey, Shuri I just came to say goodnight."

"Well, goodnight to you. And thank you for choosing to stay in Wakanda. " She went and gave you a hug

"Or course," You embraced the hug. "Anything for you."

"I know you probably miss your home and family."

"I do but I can make this my home and find my new family here." You smile

Shuri smiled as well. She was lucky to have a friend devoted as you, especially moving to a whole new country.

"Thank you really. Have a goodnight."

"You too Shuri."

Shuri closes her bedroom door and you walk back to your room. You close the door behind you and go to the window. You take a look at the city with lights in buildings, majority dimmed and majority turned off. You felt fortunate that you would be seeing this view every night from now on.

You walk to your bed and settle in under the blankets. You look up at the ceiling and sighed with a smile on your face.

Maybe staying Wakanda for a long time wouldn't be so dreadful after all as you thought.

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ppawmpkin · 1 year

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You left your diary at my house.

Shuri Udaku x Black Fem Reader

“You left your diary at my house and I read those pages, you really love me baby.” -Wait a Minute by Willow Smith. (This was my inspo for writing this :))

↠︎Fluff

“So let me get this straight, you’ve left some sort of book in the princess’s lab and you’re on edge because of it?” Okoye asked, she didn’t let her judgment towards you go unknown, looking at you as if you were a crazy woman on the street. You flinched under her gaze, trying to ignore the chastisement that laid in the depths of her deep umber eyes.

“It’s not just a book, it’s filled with stuff.” You exclaimed, to the general who did nothing but scoff, her distaste prominent in her features. Creases in her brows, she definitely didn’t find pleasure in you snooping into the wakandian princess’s lab, especially without her knowing, but she knew that even without her accompanying you, you would’ve still acted on your own account.

Calling it a mere “book” was a mere understatement, you had put your whole heart into that pink notebook, every page written from the depths of your soul, every thought, every emotion and every revelation you had went through laid in one of those many lined pages, written in blue pen ink, signed with your signature at the very bottom, although you prayed no one would ever see it. You knew that if Shuri got her hands on your whole life, that would change your whole stance with her, the things you wrote about her were more than friendly, each page you dedicated to her was filled with passion and utter love, love that you didn’t want her to find out about, at least not like this. Not by your own diary, but your own words.

“What stuff?!” She asked, raising her voice, frustrated with the lack of intel she was receiving from you. If there’s anything she hated most, it was being left in the dark, especially if she was risking her title just for you to steal back a book your own irresponsibility lost you.

“Stuff she shouldn’t lay her eyes on, at all.” You loudly whispered, feeling your nerves creep up on you. Your palms were sweating, so much you had to wipe them on your sides, your heart betrayed you, beating out of your chest with every step closer you came to her lab. You were hoping that she had already made her exit, hopefully somewhere far away from the comfort of her lab. It would be quite awkward to explain, if she did catch you and you didn’t think you had the power to mansplain your way out of this one.

“I’ll get it.” You whispered, wiping the glistening sweat off of your palms again. She gave you a swift nod, eyes giving you a warning as to say, hurry up.

You completely sped through her lab, greeted by an upbeat Grio, ignoring his greeting, not with the intention to be rude, but to keep him from attempting to make small talk with you, something you were usually down for, just not at the current moment. You walked up the stairwell, more quicker than you ever had, scared with every step that she would come and find you intruding her lab.

It felt wrong, to infiltrate her lab like this, without her knowing but you felt as if you were protecting all your friendship with her had at stake, knowing in the back of your mind that if she read those love letters you had dedicated specifically to her, it would be over for you. Your secret would be out, you could no longer hide behind your useless reasoning as to why you wanted to be near her all the time, nor could you defend the times where you had lost your composure, taking her harmless words and creating more meaning than she would intend which would lead you into a stumbling mess.

Finally you set your eyes on it, unmistakably yours. You placed the diary in your hands, running a finger over the cover, relief drowning over your body as you held it tightly, knuckles near the color white as you attempted to make your exit, satisfied that your entry had gone correctly. Maybe a little too satisfied, because just upon the time of your departure, Shuri had made her arrival into her office, talking to Okoye who was attempting to distract her, knowing your time was up. “Shit.” You muttered under your breath, scanning for a way around her and Okoye’s conversation. Around the stairs. You thought, catching the very same entrance you had previously entered.

You could take your chances, sneak across the many things she had placed, but knowing Shuri, whose senses were even more keen due to her taking the heart shaped herb, she would be able to see you with her heightened sense of sight, and killer peripheral. “Ziyatha, (fools) that’s all they are, they act so close minded sometimes.” She said, anger weaved in her tone, clearly bothered by something. You didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but a part of you tugged you to do so. You resisted your urge, her voice in the background as you slowly creeped toward the exit. You were praying you could go unnoticed, hoping that whatever she was rambling on about, would be enough to keep her occupied and away from suspicion.

“Speaking of foolery, (name) could you please reveal yourself now? Let’s not trouble yourself trying to sneak out of the very lab you snuck into.” She said, freezing every muscle in your body. To say you were stumped would be a complete understatement, you couldn’t move, your body flooded with embarrassment, hot in the face. You stayed down, thinking that with silence you would disappear from her mind. You could feel her, arms crossed, a look of amusement plastered on that gorgeous face of hers as she thought of what a stupid decision you had made, not even thinking about the cameras that were everywhere in her lab. She was the princess of Wakanda and one of the smartest people on earth, did you really think you could ease by her unnoticed?

Cursing yourself out in your mind, you slowly peeled out from where you were hiding. Refusing to look in her direction, knowing that the look on her face would only fuel your regret more. “Okoye could you please excuse us?” She asked, Okoye giving you an apologetic look before easing away. The silence had never been more louder, you were too scared to speak, afraid of the words pouring out of your mouth, only digging your grave deeper. She was the first to say a word, sighing as she inched near you.

“What were you doing in here?” She questioned, face scrunched in pure and utter confusion. “Retrieving an item that I left in your lab, earlier today when you showed me your sketches and stuff I left something on the table upstairs.” You muttered, finally forcing yourself to look at her. “What was it, what was so important that could’ve made you sneak into my lab without even asking me?” She said, her voice laced with disappointment at you, scolding you like a mom would. “Nothing.” You said, but she gave you a humbling look, sending you into a downward spiral.

“It better be something, intombazana. (Girl) You know better, if you wanted entry all you had to do was ask, not sneak around like a mad man.” She said, trying to figure out for the life of her, what compelled you to do so. “A book that was dear to me, that’s all.” You said softly, your shame written across your face. “Oh, you mean this?” She pulled your diary from her pocket, and when you attempted to reach for it, she held it up, placing a hand in front of your face. You opened the one you had, every page empty with Shuri’s poorly drawn smiley face and her signature right beside it.

“Shuri, please. I apologize to you, but I really, really need that back.” You begged, hands in a praying stance. Shuri smiled cunningly, “What are you so scared of?” She said, not even knowing the half of it. You wanted so badly to tell her, because in reality that was true, you are scared of her finding out about how much you truly loved her, you were scared of her finding out that you pictured her more your lover than a mere friend, you were terrified, every nerve in your body struck. “Nothing, now please hand it back.” You pleaded, a slight drag in your words as you made another lost attempt to grab it from her.

“Not before I ask you this.” She said, still holding your book up high, dangling it in your face like a dog after treats. “What, what is it?” You said, eager to get this done and over with, so you could finally have your diary in the security of your hands. You most definitely had learned from your mistakes, to never leave something so crucial out in the open like that again, so you wouldn’t end up in these circumstances.

“How long have you been in love with me?” The question glided out of her mouth so smoothly you almost didn’t catch it, except you did. “Wha-what would make you think-” You paused mid sentence, the thing you dreaded the most had became apart of your reality. She had read your diary. She had read everything you wrote about her, those letters, those stupid letters. It hit you like a ton of bricks, your heart increased as you had a slight pant in your breath. “The year after I met you, about three years now.” You came clean, finally ripping off the bandage, exposing your wounds to Shuri, who was now a spectator of your most vulnerable state.

“Wow.” She exclaimed, her single word reaction made you feel far more smaller, you felt as if you had shrunk. “The way you write about me is so-” You cut her off, eyes widening at her sentence. “Weird, I promise I won’t ever do it again. Matter of fact, I can even understand if you don’t want anything to do with me at all.” The last part had came spilling out, word vomiting to keep from breaking down in front of Shuri, who was genuinely concerned for you. “No, it’s not. I just wish you would’ve told me sooner, you made it hell for the both of us, umfazi.” (Woman)

The both of you? How could you have made it hell for her? The meaning of her words didn’t quite register with you. “What do you mean?” You said, making her roll her eyes at you, pulling you close by the end of your hoodie. “I mean, I love you.” She said, bringing a finger to your chin, tilting it upwards so you could see the truthfulness behind her statement. You felt a strange warmth embrace you, content with her words. I love you. You repeated her words over in your head, til you could finally believe them. She noticed your disbelief, laughing at your expression.

She placed a kiss on your forehead, “Yes, I said it. Try not to look so struck by lightning-ish.” She joked, cupping your face with her hands. “Say it again.” You said, feeling far more bolder than you were before. “Hm, so you make the princess of Wakanda fall for you and now you think you can give commands?” She questioned, a playful glint within her eyes. She crossed her arms over her chest. “I love you, (name) and I have for so long.” She said. You closed the gap between yours and her lips, catching her by surprise but she welcomed you with open arms, hands trailing down to grab on to your waist.

You kissed her deeply, three years of the bottled love you had stored just for her being shown in just one action. You ran your fingers through her hair, forehead together while you both basked in the moment, the moment your love had finally been set free.

A/N: This is not my best writing work, at all. I struggle a lot with writing stories still so please forgive me but give it a few more months, I’ll learn how to do it better.

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writers-vlogx · 1 year

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When the waves call you home

OKAY SO I KNOW THIS BLOG IS DEDICATED TO SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT BUT I HAD TO PUT IN MY PIECE OF EFFORT AS A WRITER

Okay I swear I'm not complaining but I do not find enough fluff when I look for namor content so Ill do it myself. And please send me more ideas on what to wrote for this amazing man!!

I think his love for you runs very deep, he feels very strongly and is very protective over the people he cares about as we see when he talks about his people.

I think that if you somehow made him feel something for someone that lives on the surface he would be very cautious at first, he would not want you to take advantage of his feelings or risk people finding his cities. It would take a long time to gain his trust because its not just him he has to consider but his people as well, he wants to protect them at all costs. He does not wish to lose anyone else.

But if you eventually did gain his trust, I think the next thing that would happen is that he would become worried, not for himself or his people but for you.

He knew you were mortal the anxiety of knowing how fragile you were terrified him, spending a lot of time trying to find the plant of his people to make it so that you could live with him, haha the second problem was that, he could not stay with you at all times, that made him anxious. He wanted to be by your side, be able to go look out for you, keep you safe, make it so that you did not wish for anything at all, but that was not possible as long as you lived on the surface.

Many nights he had asked you “love come live with me underwater” and the answer was always the same “I can’t” “My whole life is here” “how could I leave my family” “I'm not ready” It always resulted in the same answer, and each time the same dread washed over him hearing you say no. How could he make you understand that he needed to protect you, to make you see he would not be able to live if anything happened to you.

He cared so much for you that he gave you time, and understanding, he was patient but it was eating away at him he needed you. So when days became to long, at night he would come see you hold you as tight as possible as if by doing so you would never leave, but morning always came and he always gripped extra hard when he saw the sun start to rise, even then every time you would assure him you would be here when the moon rose and you would again be in his arms.

Maybe it was something in the air that day, maybe it was the way his eyes stared into your soul, trying to memories every feature on your face, because as his hand moved a strand of hair from your face, and the weight of your body’s made the bed sink under you, ever so softly he asked “Love come live with me, please” and maybe it was the fact that his eyes never left your face, or the way he frowned slightly trying to decipher you, trying to figure out what you were thinking, maybe it was the fact that you yourself felt that there had always been something missing that you stared at him for a long time.

You tried to remember all the memories you had made here, trying to find any excuse to say no, to turn back, anything to justify why but you found you could not. You had never felt full or complete here, despite the great life you had there had always been something missing, with namor however you felt like you had found some of that missing part of you.

You put your hand on his cheek and caressed him softly admiring him, he closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, you knew this day would come sooner or later. You knew you couldn't avoid it, and you knew you didn’t want to either.

Your voice barley audible and if he hadn’t paid attention he would have missed it completely, he heard those words he had waited so long to hear “Yes” His eyes opening ever so slowly and his arms stretching out and pulling you in for a hug, he placed his head on your shoulder “Thank you so much” A weight had been lifted off his shoulders as for one he no longer had to worry about the one he loved most being taken from him, in a way you had both found peace in each other, peace in moving away from the dangers of the surface world and moving into the waves that had called you home all those years ago.

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co6kiesvr · 1 year

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summary: namor isn’t so happy when he finds out the us has taken you to find out about the kingdom

namor stood by the shore, talking to queen ramonda, about their alliance and how it’s going to work. during that time, you were also outside of the kingdom, doing some undercover work, to find out what the us has been doing and if they’re even thinking about coming to the kingdom

namor has told you multiple times that he’s got this, and he’ll be the one to handle it. but ever since you became queen of talokan, all you do is just sit around. you wanted to feel useful for once

so you took the matter into your own hands, and snuck out of the kingdom, not really knowing what you’re getting yourself into, and got caught

“k’kul’kan!” a young lady yelled as she walked out of the ocean, namor turned to see one of his civilians there

“what are you doing here?” he asked

“le reina! (the queen) she’s gone!”

no no no no no, how could you be gone? did somebody take you? are you hurt? how could the love of his life be in danger! he’s a god, how could he let something like this happen

namor found himself sending all his people to go find you, this wasn’t an easy matter to handle, you were the queen!

one of them found out where you were, and trust me, when they told namor that his queen was in danger and taken by the us government, they saw a whole new side of him

meanwhile, you were truly in danger, they spent no time in harming you to get you to talk

“who sent you!” the man yelled in your face as another punch came your way

“nobody! i swear—nobody” you cried

the man sighed, before signaling something and leaving

you took a moment to breathe, before a knife was sliding along your face, you screamed in pain when a cut made its way on your face

“please! no!” you screamed as they cut your skin

they heard a loud thump outside, and stopped

they went outside to see what happened, before mysteriously falling to the ground, and there stood namor

once he found out where you were, he didn’t take anyone with him, he wanted to kill all of them with his bare hands

you looked up to see him running to you, his hands gently holding your face as he looked at you with such fear in his eyes

you were bruised and cut, you were hurt and your eyes looked puffy, he would never ever wish to see this sight

“in yakunaj—what did they do to you! what—how did they get you! what—how—no—“

“i’m sorry” you cried

“sorry? what—why are you sorry?”

“it’s my fault”

“what—no, no, no—of course not—“

“it is, it is” you said, making him go quiet, “i left the kingdom—to see what they’re up to, and—i just wanted to help” you sobbed

“you—you left the kingdom?” he said, you were quiet, and so was he.

he picked you up and took you home, the worry leaving his body, knowing that nobody saw him since they were all dead now

you two didn’t say a word, the people of the kingdom helped you, and fixed you up, while namor was on his own, he didn’t talk to you, he kept to himself

after a couple of hours, you went to see him, and saw him painting on his wall as usual. the room was filled with silence, as you stared at him, feeling the disappointment radiating

“i’m sorry” you cried, “please talk to me—“

“you risked the safety of this kingdom!” he yelled, the guards quickly picked up on what was about to happen, and left so they spare you some embarrassment

he turned to you, “you risked everything—just so you could see them? you are queen of talokan, your job is to sit here and stay here whether you like it or not! i told you i got it handled, and you were just so stupid to go and leave and almost get yourself killed! you know what would’ve happened to you if i wasn’t alerted? you’d be dead! dead! In kuxtal habría u Ts'o'okan. (my life would be over)”

you stood there, tears dwelling in your eyes, you walked away, not bothering to speak. he was right, you were stupid, stupid enough to go and try to get yourself killed, stupid enough to think you could help keep this kingdom safe, stupid enough to think you could handle a big responsibility.

you kept quiet for the rest of the day, you did your duties and stayed in the bedroom for a while

you sat on the couch in the room, you could hear footsteps approaching, but didn’t bother to get up and see

namor knocked on the door, “you didn’t show during dinner” he spoke, and you didn’t answer, he got closer to you, holding your hand

“i’m sorry for what i said, in yakunaj. i was just angry—and scared…” he said, and you frowned, “i was scared i was gonna lose you. i’m sorry i was so harsh, but i—when i saw you there, you looked…i just never wanted to see you like that. and i would do anything to make sure it stays that way, i know you get bored here, and you wish to do more. you will, but not right now. please be patient with me.” he said, he kissed your hand and held it tighter than before

“please talk to me” he said again

“im sorry for leaving—i just wanted to not feel useless for once”

“hey! don’t talk about my queen like that.” he said, and you lightly smiled

the two of you shared a kiss, and stared into each others eyes, you two loved each other, sure you fought sometimes, but who doesn’t?

#Namor x reader #black panther #black panther 2 #wakanda forever #namor #tenoch huerta namor #namor fluff #namor fan fiction #tenoch huerta x reader #k’kul’kan #k’kul’kan x reader

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percsane · 1 year

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— jealousy, jealousy ☆

pairing: shuri udaku x blk afab reader

content: jealous reader , lil bit of angst , fluff , suggestive , cussing.

summary: you feel as if riri is getting more attention from your girlfriend than you are.

kendall’s note: it’s y’all i literally got sick the week before christmas. i’m gonna kms. BUT IM STILL WRITING SINCE IAN GOT SHIT ELSE TO DO 🙇🏾‍♀️ also this is kinda short i’m sorry loves.

(♡) or rb! :)

xhosa translations: usana - baby | sithandwa sam - my love

you woke up, feeling an empty space next to you again, you already knew where shuri was and with who.

riri williams.

now you didn’t hate her, you just hated how she was getting more attention from your own girlfriend than you. so you hopped in the shower and got dressed in a simple tee and shorts.

you left from your shared room to go to shuri’s lab, only to see shuri and riri laughing and giggling together.

though, she wasn’t cheating and she was allowed to have friends, you felt your heart sink. you stared at the two who haven’t noticed you and sighed. you felt tears stream into your eyes.

hiccuping, you started to head back up the steps to go to sleep again.

when you woke up, shuri was on the bed rubbing your leg.

“hey.” she murmurs with a smile, brushing the curls out of your face.

“hi.” you murmur back, with the same smile.

“are you.. okay?” she hesitates, scared to make you more upset than you already were.

“i’m fine? why.” you shrug sitting up.

“i saw you, come down to the lab. well, i saw you leave and heard you crying..” she confesses, making you sit in silence.

“you know you can tell me if riri makes you uncomfortable right?” she whispers to you, tilting your head up to look at her.

your breath hitches, you should probably be mad at her, but you can’t when she looks so good.

“i’m not uncomfortable with riri, she’s a very sweet girl, i just.. you spend so much time with her and it makes me … jealous.” you speak softly, playing with the blanket.

shuri’s eyes soften as you confess how you’ve been feeling.

“usana.. i’m so sorry, i know i’ve been busy, it was never my intention to make you feel this way. you have nothing to worry about. i promise you that.” she says grabbing your hands and looking at you in your eyes.

“you know…” you start. “you should show me how sorry you really are..” you whisper to her, leaning over to her and looking her in her eyes.

she looks from your eyes to your lips with a smirk.

“don’t have to tell me twice, sithandwa sam.”

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ventingfanfics · 1 year

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At the Movies

It’s about the third time that your hand went to Shuri’s thigh. Before there could be a fourth, she grabbed your hand and pecked your knuckles.

“Behave,” she said in your ear.

You blushed and laughingly insisted that you were merely trying to keep her warm. You had noticed her shivering in the theater. A part of you felt bad because it was your sudden idea to go to the movies, but you hadn’t considered that you both weren’t dressed warm enough.

Shuri didn’t mind, however. She was game to do pretty much anything you wanted. Date night had started with her chosen excursions and then you wanted to step up to the plate. You had to insist that she let you pay for your snacks at the theater in addition to the tickets.

“If it’s too cold, we can raincheck,” you added, whispering back to her.

She shook her head and hand dismissively before grinning at how sweet you were. “I’m feeling pretty hot now,” she replied with a smirk as she eyed you.

“See,” you gloated. “It worked.”

She laughed and returned her attention to the movie. You figured she wasn’t as hot as she claimed. Nonetheless, you kept your hands to yourself.

The both of you watched the end credits as the information it provided was interesting to you both. It was one of the things you shared in common. However, Shuri was ready to leave sooner than usual. She reached for your hand and briskly strode out the place.

In the car, she was a bit quieter, though she listened attentively as you revealed your impressions of the movie. She smiled at your assessment and how expressive you could be with your opinions.

“What did you think?” You turned the question back to her, just as curious as she had been in your response.

“It was alright. Someone was distracting me.”

Your initial instinct was to laugh, but you panicked instead. Had you offended Shuri with your touching? What if she didn’t like that? After all, she basically told you to stop. Maybe you went too far.

“I’m sorry, I normally don’t do that, I just…” you apologized, feeling your heart pound, and your skin overheat. You even felt a wave of nausea hitting you.

A look of confusion filled Shuri’s features as she kept glancing over at you. She now understood that you took her comment seriously. “Y/N, baby. You don’t have to look so upset. I was trying to be funny.”

You exhaled. To say you were relieved would be an understatement. “Oh, thank God,” you said, laughing. “I thought you thought I was a perv!”

“You are. But lucky for you, I like it.”

When you laughed, so did she. You were going to see just how much she liked it once you got home.

As soon as the door shut, you were backed against it with Shuri squeezing your hips. She looked like she could devour you. Stars were in your eyes as you gazed back at her just as deeply. Your lips couldn’t touch fast enough. Her kiss was slow but passionate. You tugged her closer, so your bodies felt molded. Each stroke and caress of your lips and tongue caused another burst of energy within you. You were going to need all the energy you could get for what your girlfriend had in store.

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pinkwright · 1 year

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masterlist |

about my writing — ⟢˚｡ﾟ i mostly write ˚＊smut n angst (i'm totally not emotionally repressed lol).

sometimes prompts will not be written so pls don't hassle my asks <3

• my works r tagged #pinkwrighting ⊹ ۪ ᖭི༏ᖫྀ.

• my recs r tagged #✧∘* ೃ ⋆｡˚. — pink read

notes — ⟢˚｡ﾟ i solely write for ❥ black female readers

who i write about — ⟢˚｡ﾟas of rn, i only write for ellie williams & shuri udaku, i don't write about real ppl.

requests —⟢˚｡ﾟu may send requests but i cannot promise they'll be answered quickly or even at all tbh.

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letitias-wife · 1 year

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「Save Me」

Chapter 1: Taking You Home

Shuri x Reader

Warnings: Language (kinda), drunk driving (sorta)

A/n: I originally posted this on AO3 and reposted it onto Wattpad and thought I’d post it here to reach another audience.

Summary: Y/n and Shuri broke up 2 years ago after a huge fight but now that the princess has lost everyone, she has to turn to her for support before she does something reckless.

I flopped back onto my twin-size bed, tears soaking my pillow. He was gone. T'Challa was really gone.

"I can't imagine how Nakia and Shuri must be feeling." The moment her name left my lips, my phone rang. I finally look at the caller ID >Princess

I just lay there eyeing the name. She's not really calling me...I'm dreaming.

>Hello?

>Hey, Y/n...I uh- I'm sure you've heard the news about-I could hear Shuri swallow over the phone >About my brother's passing.

>I have...how are you?

>Y/n.Shuri's cry got louder as she called out for me >I need you

>What?

>I can't do this- I need you here.

>Shuri.My stomach churned >I'm not sure if I can help you. I've got school and work-

>Please!She shrieked, >My-My mother is ill, My brother is gone. I have no one.

I sat up from my bed and pulled a suitcase from under my bed, >Okay, just-...just send a Talon to the roof tonight, and I'll come to you.

Shuri's sniffles and gasps suddenly became silent, >I'm sort of already here.

>WHAT?I laughed through my tears. I shoved a few changes of clothes in my bag, >You should've texted me, Princess.

I can hear her smile on the other side of the line. I swing my suitcase over my back and snuck out of the window, and scaled my apartment til I reached the sealed-off roof. I looked to the sky, >Where are you?

I felt slim hands wrap around my waist, "Behind you."

I gasped as she pulled me closer to her, resting her chin on my head. I wanted to push her away because the sudden affection after our last fight felt weird. We agreed to take a break. To just be friends. But I couldn't move; I wanted to be held. The last two years without her touch were the loneliest I'd felt in forever.

Shuri turned me around and felt her way up to my neck, "Y/n."

Her eyes were glossy, not just from crying. Was she high? Her skin smelt like alcohol. "You're drunk."

Shuri softly pressed her lips on my neck, "Just a little. I just need to relax."

"You can relax without this, without me. Remember?" I gently put her arms back to her side and sat down my suitcase, "Did you only come here because you're drunk?"

"I'm not- that drunk. I was able to fly here." The intoxicated princess leaned back and pointed to the jet waiting silently above us

"You could fly the Talon with your eyes closed." I gently slapped her cheek. She laughed at my barely feelable slap and grabbed my hand, "Now Y/n, you know you can't go around slapping royalty like that."

Shuri pushed me backward into the door to the roof that'd been locked and sunk her teeth into my neck. I let out a small whimper and brought her closer to me, "Shuri."

"Yes?" She lifted me up and wrapped my legs around her waist. "You must've missed me if-"

"Put me down." I held back a moan while I mustered up the courage to speak to her firmly, "This isn't right. You're grieving, and you're drunk. We can't do this."

Shuri set me down and sighed, "I'm sorry."

"It's fine. Let's just get you home and we'll pretend this didn't happen." I picked up my suitcase while Shuri lowered the Talon. I helped Shuri inside and sat in the pilot's seat, "Just relax I'll get us home."

Shuri sprawled out on the floor and gave me a sad thumbs up.

I should've just stayed in my apartment. Now look at me. Taking my drunk, depressed ex-girlfriend to another country.

I look back at the Wakandan. She was curled up on the glass floor of the jet asleep. I couldn't help but frown at the sad sight of my friend. Shuri's been through so much, she lost her father and brother. Her mother's suffering and I'm sure Shuri's been burying herself in her work so she doesn't have time to think about it.

"She needs you Y/n." I mumble to myself.

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axailslink · 1 year

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Dating Riri hc's

Riri x FEM reader

• Honestly it's kind of draining because she's spontaneous you can never predict her next move. She's usually all over the place getting her to be still is usually the problem.

°Riri loves to kick it outside of school I mean she's kind of a completely different person when she's out. She's the first person you see dancing she's the life of the party. Never once is she shy.

-"I thought you didn't know them?" Riri laughs and grabs your hands placing them on her waist "I don't know any of these people but that means they don't know me so let them judge me based on only what they see."

•You love the way she just doesn't care about what others think it's really a loveable trait of hers until it boils down to you at some point too.

-"so we just talking to other people suddenly?" Riri glances you up and down for a moment before returning to her work "that's not what happened but I mean if that's what you want to think go ahead I ain't gone change your mind." Riri does find it hard to talk out difficult things she prefers to ignore them until fate decides to correct them or move past them.

°She absolutely despises sharing her food you could buy it for her and she'd still say no

• Constantly flirting you could be minding your own business and there she is staring you down.

-"so you just walk around looking this fine?"

-"I'm so serious don't walk away answer the question"

°Helps you study cause you're easily stressed and believes in study breaks.

-"stressing ain't gone help want me to try?"

-"let's take a break get your mind off that for a moment" she'd grab your hand and turn your attention towards her "you want me to wip up some ramen?"

•Perfectionist

° Loves a good movie date inside the dorm she's not a high dollar girl you pull up a movie on the laptop and buy a few snacks she's fine.

- loves to cuddle doing these moments

-will fall asleep on the movie most of time

-she'd ask more questions about the movie than watch the movie

• You are constantly meeting her family they've made themselves known since day one.

° Doesn't need protection and will tell you that over and over again.

"do I look like I need your help?"

• Easy to snap easy to apologize

-"shit I didn't mean to say that"

° Threatens to push you in front of a moving train if you cheat on her you think it's a joke... She's not joking.

• Loves hugs from the back or any form of physical affection.

° Kisses you everywhere but her favorite spot is your collar bones.

• She knows how to eat let's just say that she ain't shy to good food.

° Gets really threatened when she sees someone else eyeing you up and down you have to remind her that you don't know them.

"Would you fuck her?" You turn around with wide eyes "baby I don't even know who that is"

• Constantly jumps on you for no reason at all.

° Very secretive until maybe after two months then she'll tell you everything.

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amhrosina · 1 year

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The Way of the Water (Namor x Reader)

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A/N: Y'all thought I wouldn't immediately write a Namor fic as soon as I saw Wakanda Forever??? Anyways, this ended up being over 3k words lol enjoy! Also, I did my very best to translate from English to the Yucatec Maya language that Namor speaks. If I messed any translations up, please let me know! I will fix them asap if necessary.

Summary: You meet Namor on the beach one evening, and what follows is a whirlwind friendship that quickly develops into more, but what happens when the real world comes crashing down around you?

(Warnings: minor character death (off page), angst, grief, mutual pining, flashbacks??, allusions of smut, but no actual smut)

Translations:

jats'uts lool – pretty flower

in ch'ujuk – my sweet

in yakunaj – my love

Rain pelted the windows of your apartment, and the increasingly loud rumble of thunder reminded you of him. It always did. Even the sound of the shower running sent you spiraling into your memories of him. He had completely and irrevocably taken hold of you, and even though it had been over a year since you’d seen him last, you couldn’t shake the grasp he had on you, on your heart.

You had always loved the water as a child; spent hours frolicking up and down the beach, playing a never-ending game of tag with the tide. As you got older, the games eventually evolved into hours of sitting in contemplation, watching the tide inch closer to you until it finally washed over your toes. By the time the brisk water found its way to you, you had figured out exactly what your next steps would be. There was never a problem you couldn’t solve by sitting near the waves, breathing with the sea.

The beach near your mother’s house is where you’d first met him. It was dusk, and a storm was brewing on the coast, so the beach was empty of tourists and surfers. It was just you and the waves, until it wasn’t.

You watched as the water began to behave strangely, gently crawling up the beach towards you in an unnatural fashion. The tide was still hours away from being at its full height, and you struggled to make sense of it. Your mother’s voice was screaming at you in your head, telling you to run away from the beach and never look back, but as you stood, the water enveloped your feet, caressing your skin with so much gentleness that you were rooted to the spot.

“Don’t be afraid, jats'uts lool.”

His voice echoed in your head, taking over your body and soothing every fear building inside of you. It was a kiss to each eyelid, a brush across your cheek, a comforting hug around your waist. It echoed safety and warmth, and you felt your anxiety wash away as he breached the surface ahead of you.

You took a step forward and faltered. His presence was God-like, but not scary, you decided. You could tell how much power he held just in the way he stepped onto the beach, covered in beautiful hand-carved makings. He stopped a few feet in front of you, watching you for any signs of fear, but you had none. Pure curiosity lit your face, and he couldn’t help but smile a little bit.

“Hello.” You breathed, unable to take your eyes off the ethereal being in front of you. He was strong, yes, and likely very powerful, but he was also beautiful. You couldn’t move, still rooted to the spot on the beach.

“Hello.” He responded. “I am K’uk’ulkan, but you may call me Namor, if it suits you.”

There was a gleam in his eyes, one that you couldn’t read, but you continued to stare in awe at him.

“Are you a God?” You asked, voice light and wispy. “My mother always warned me not to meddle with Gods, but you are not here to hurt me.”

His smile grew into a wide grin at your comment about your mother, but he didn’t laugh.

“I am a type of God, I suppose. I am not here to hurt you, but your mother is right, jats'uts lool. Meddling with the Gods is a foolish endeavor.”

He turned to the sea and sat down in the sand, patting the space next to him.

“Sit. I will tell you about my people, and you can decide if you want to continue playing with a God.”

His voice allowed room for disagreement – he was giving you the choice to sit with him or leave – but you lurched forward to sit with him, the decision already made.

“My people,” he started, searching the sea in front of you, “belong to the sea. As do I. We are a formidable presence, which is why we are still a secret from the world. Anyone who dares disturb my people learns rather quickly that we are not a force to be reckoned with. So, if I tell you this, jats'uts lool, you must not repeat it to anyone. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes.” You breathed. Your body had subconsciously leaned towards him, drawn in by his melodic voice. “Why are you trusting me with this, K’uk-,” you struggled to pronounce the name he had given you but tried anyways. He turned to you, smiling as you tried again to say his name.

“I have seen you here, sitting with the sea, many times before, even though you couldn’t see me. You are alone, jats'uts lool, sharing your secrets with the tide. That is why I trust you. Because you trust her.” He nodded towards the water.

He began his tale, describing his journey to you with overwhelming passion. When he spoke about his mother, his eyes hardened, but softened when he looked back at you. You sat with him for hours, in awe of his story and his people. When he finished, he gazed at you in question, watching as you processed the information he had shared with you. Day had fallen to night long ago, but the dark felt trustworthy, like everything being spoken would be held within it for the rest of eternity.

“This feels like a dream.” You finally said, shaking your head. “Am I dreaming?”

“This is no dream, jats'uts lool. But I must return to my people tonight.”

He stood, holding his hand out towards you. You rested your hand in his as he pulled you to your feet, refusing to let go, even though you were both balanced in the sand.

“Will you come back?” You asked, searching his gaze.

He brought his hand to your cheek, gently cupping your face. You leaned into his hold, breathing in the scent of salt and sea.

“I will come back if that is what you wish, jats'uts lool.”

“What does that mean?” You call after him as he makes his way back into the sea.

“I will tell you when I see you again.” He smiled as the sea washed over him, pulling him down into the dark depths of it and out of your sight. You watched the sea for a few minutes, trying to convince yourself that he wasn’t a figment of your imagination, and then finally turned and headed back to your mother’s house.

A loud clash of thunder brought you back into the present, in your apartment where you had lost yourself, yet again, in thoughts of him. It had been like this since that first night with him, and only got worse after every visit. Your heart panged with guilt over leaving the coast without saying goodbye to him, but you had to go, had to get away from the town that had taken everything from you, and he hadn’t come on the night you needed him most. The storm would leave eventually, but he would stay with you forever.

It had been almost a full year since you’d left your small coastal town, and you eyed your car keys as the desire to return overwhelmed you. It was only a few hours away, still close enough to be reached by car, but not so close that you would be reminded of your childhood at every hour of the day. Before you could convince yourself it was a bad idea, you grabbed your car keys and bolted out the door.

Namor visited again two weeks after the first night. You were sitting on the beach one night, later than you usually stayed, half-convinced that you had made him up, when the ocean began to stir. Your heart leaped into your throat as he made his way out of the water.

You met him halfway up the beach, enveloping him in your arms. The sudden reminder that he was a literal God, and that hugging him probably broke all kinds of rules, had you stiffening against him. The thought quickly washed away as he wrapped his arms around you, tightening your body against his. He was unexpectedly warm, even though the sea was cold, and your skin broke out in goose bumps where it touched his.

“You are real.” You mumbled into his skin.

He chuckled, leaning his head back to look at you.

“I am real, jats'uts lool.”

This is how every reunion went. You’d hug him, he’d swing you around in the sand, and you’d spend hours talking about everything. He told you about his home, a place you dreamed about. You told him about your childhood, how alone you had been for most of your life and how he was probably your only true friend, even though he was a literal God. He talked about bringing the sun to his people, and you were so overwhelmed with something in your heart that you had to remind yourself that God’s don’t love humans the way humans love Gods.

One night, he finally asked you what he’d been wondering about all along as you both sat in the sand, watching the tide make its way up the beach.

“Why do you spend so much time alone, jats'uts lool? You speak of your mother, but I never see her here with you.”

“I’m waiting for you, Namor.” You tried to brush his question off by flattering him, but he had never been stupid, and you sighed as he refused to let it go.

“No, even before you knew of my existence, you would spend many hours here. Don’t think I haven’t seen you crying. What bothers you, jats'uts lool?”

You couldn’t fight the tears welling up in your eyes. Namor waited patiently as you worked up the courage to respond.

“It’s my mom.” You finally murmured, roughly wiping the tears from your cheeks. “She’s sick, Namor, and I can’t do anything to stop it. The doctors say it’s terminal. All there is to do is wait, now, for the inevitable. She will die, and I will truly be alone.”

Namor watched you, carefully constructing his response. You couldn’t look at him as you tried and failed to stop the tears flowing down your face. He gently grasped your chin, tilting your head to look at him.

“I am sorry, in ch'ujuk, for your sorrow. I understand the grief of losing one’s mother. It never leaves you, and for that, I’m sorry. But you will never be alone, jats'uts lool. You will have me.”

He leaned in, planting two soft kisses on your eyelids and wiping away the tears from your cheeks. You couldn’t stop yourself from capturing his lips with your own. You didn’t think about the consequences, or how many rules you were definitely breaking by doing it. He didn’t seem to mind, though. He grasped your waist, roughly pulling your body towards his.

He laid back on the sand, pulling you on top of him as his tongue explored every inch of your mouth. You rested your knees on either side of his waist, grinding into him. His hands couldn’t figure out where to rest, running up and down your body, cupping your head, and squeezing your thighs as you grinded into him again.

The previous conversation finally caught up to his thoughts, and he gently pushed your body a few inches away from his. Your lust slowly warped into confusion at his abrupt stoppage.

“Not tonight, in ch'ujuk, when you are vulnerable and sad.” He closed his eyes, tightening his hold on your waist. “When I take you, I want it to be because you want it, not because you are sad and in need of comfort.”

“I’m not-,” the look he sent you buried any attempt of continuing what had transpired. Namor was right, and you couldn’t deny his assumption that you needed comfort more than anything.

You sighed, resting your head on his chest. He held you tightly as another round of tears engulfed you, racking your body with ugly and guttural sobs.

“It will all be okay, in ch'ujuk. You will always have me.” He murmured, running his hand over your hair in a soothing gesture.

When it was time to part ways, you walked him into the water, clutching his hand in yours. The tide, usually violent by this time of the night, was peaceful around you. It always was, nowadays. He cradled your face, kissing your nose lightly.

“I have something for you.” He murmured, gently grabbing your hand. He began to tie what was probably the most beautiful piece of jewelry you had ever seen around your wrist. “It was my mother's, and now it is yours. It is a beacon of strength and persistence. My people wouldn’t exist without it. Whenever you are feeling weak, let it guide you towards peace.”

A wave of emotions overwhelmed you, and you couldn’t breathe. The significance of him gifting you something so special to him was so incredibly generous that you couldn’t stop yourself from crashing your lips into his. He kissed you in sweet, unhurried motions, letting you push every emotion you were feeling onto him. He would take all the hurt away if he could. Carry it on his shoulders so that you could breathe easier. It wasn’t just a connection with you, it would always be something more, something galactic, something intangible but never missing from his being.

When he finally slid back into the water, you clutched the braceleted wrist to your chest and swore to never let go of it.

The sight of the sea after so long calmed your nerves, as it always did. You had parked in front of the house that had belonged to your mother for so many years and headed towards the beach where it had all started. The house belonged to you now, but you hadn’t stepped foot in it since the awful night that had sent you scurrying for dry land, far away from the world you’d grown comfortable in.

When you stepped onto the beach, your nerves resumed their anxious drumming. The last time you’d been here, you had been so angry at the world, so incredibly grief-stricken and so sad. Your mother had gotten pneumonia, a curse that had taken many sick people before her, but you were convinced she would pull through. When she didn’t, and you had to watch as EMT’s rolled her body out on a stretcher, you had stormed to the beach, intent on burning the world around you.

You had called to Namor, begging him to take you away from here. You prayed and cursed and screamed, pounding at the sand with your fists, but he didn’t come. You sat with the anger until it finally warped into an incredible sadness, swallowing you whole. When dawn finally cusped the horizon, and you had finally accepted that he wasn’t coming, you had turned from the beach, climbed into your car, and driven far away. You hadn’t come back, until now.

The storm had followed you back to the coast, where it was brewing something heavy in the skies above you. A light rain had drenched through your clothes on your walk from your house to the beach. It was dangerous to be so close to the water when the skies looked like this, but you didn’t care anymore. You needed to be with the sea, with him, even if he hated you for leaving.

You sat on the beach, watching as the rain grew heavier around you. The tide was violent and angry, whirling and crashing hard onto the sand in front of you. That’s fine. You shrugged. Let it be angry with you.

A stirring in the sea had you bolting to your feet, running towards the turbulent water. Namor stalked onto the beach, head swiveling back and forth until he saw you. You couldn’t help the sobs coming from your chest. You fell to your knees in front of him, clutching the bracelet you had never removed from your wrist to your chest.

“Namor.” You mumbled, voice strangled and weak. “Please forgive me.” You sobbed into your hands, dropping your head. You couldn’t look at him, but you would accept anything he gave you, even if it was anger.

You felt his presence before you felt his touch. He slowly wrapped his hands around your wrists, gently pulling your hands away from your face. He was kneeling in front of you, concern written on his face.

“In yakunaj, where have you been? The sea has been missing your presence for a year now. Why did you leave? Why did you go somewhere I couldn’t follow? Why did you hide from me?”

“Namor,” you breathed, voice breaking. “My mom. She-”

You couldn’t say it. You hadn’t been able to since that fateful night a year ago. But Namor knew, sympathetic expression dawning on his face as you spoke.

“Oh, my love.” He murmured, pulling you into his chest. You wound your arms around his neck, holding him tightly. You squeezed your eyes shut, relishing his warmth. “I am sorry you have been dealing with this alone. The sea called to me, told me you were hurt and angry, but I was far away, and by the time I got here, you had left. I’ve come every night since, but the sea no longer held your presence. I could not find you, in yakunaj.”

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled into his skin. “I’m sorry for leaving. I've hated myself since I left, but I couldn’t face what I’d left behind.”

“Do not apologize for your grief, in ch'ujuk. I am glad you are here. I am glad you are safe. I’m sorry I could not protect you from this.”

You pressed your lips against his, something you’d dreamt about doing every night since you’d left. After all this time apart, you finally felt like you could breathe again. He was here, and he didn’t hate you.

“In yakunaj, my people have been working on a way for me to bring you home with me, so we can rule the seas together. It could be your home, with me. Is that something you would want?”

You gasped at his proposal, mind whirring. “Do you mean it, Namor?” You murmured, searching his eyes for false promises.

“Of course, jats'uts lool. They took notice of my absences after we met, and I could not lie about falling in love with a human from the surface. Some were weary, understandably so, but the sea whispered to them about your gentle heart, and the sea does not lie. They have already begun constructing a throne for you.”

“Take me home, Namor. Your home.” You whispered, heart aching at the thought of Namor telling his people about you, at the thought of them accepting his love for you.

“I love you, in ch'ujuk.” He murmured, capturing your lips with his.

“I love you, my king.” You responded against his lips.

The surface world had never really felt like home to you. The sea had been your home long before Namor had stepped onto the beach that fateful evening so long ago, but now it beckoned you into its warmth. It called to you, and you would be a fool to ignore it. Yes, meddling with Gods was a foolish endeavor, but Namor was your home, and there wasn’t a chance in the world of you turning away from him now. You took a step into the water.

Home.

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creamecafe · 10 months

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im a simp for shuri shes so underrated omg. may i request her and reader where reader plays the flute professionally and often plays for shuri?? thank you 😊

❥︎ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏

Summary: Y/N is a professional flutist and has been in the citadel for a long while. Shuri starts falling for them. Is music the only thing playing in the air...or is it love?

Pairing: Shuri Udaku x GN!Reader

Word Count: ???

Warnings: none just fluff

a/n: tysm for the request! And yes I agree she is underated! Hope you enjoy it! Also, I apologize this has been in the drafts for so long. Literally 7 months. Also I suck at coming up with titles and summaries guys I'm sorry 😭

You were a well-known flutist in Wakanda. Performing for weddings, birthdays, anniversaries, personal entertainment, etc. But you spend most of your time in the citadel with Shuri and the Queen. Shuri loves hearing you play the flute so much.

She would ask if you can play popular pop songs on your flute to hear what it sounds like. And when you play it, she is amazed. One day she was working in her lab and wanted music to play. But none of the options on her phone seems appealing to her. She then decided to call you down and ask you if you can play the flute for her while she was working.

You agreed and started playing. Shuri wanted to focus on her work but just couldn't because of how beautiful you were playing the flute. Shuri was studying you very close. Just how gracefully you were switching your fingers from each rod hole, the way you are so focused had her feeling something about you.

After what felt like 10 minutes of playing you stopped because you were getting tired.

"I'm sorry, my arms are getting tired" You apologized

"No no I understand I'm sorry," Shuri said

You both just stared at each other in silence. There was something between you guys quite couldn't put the way you just looked at each other.

"I think should go," You said breaking the silence.

You turned to leave Shuri's lab when she said something.

"Are you available Saturday night?" Shuri said before you were about to leave

"Me? Yes why?"

"I was just thinking if you want to maybe go out together for a dinner or take a walk around the city. Whatever you prefer."

"Are you asking me out on a date?"

"Maybe"

"What time?" You smirked

"Does 6 pm work for you?"

"It does work for me Shuri." You smile at Shuri and she does the same back to you

Shuri slowly went up to you and was shaking.

"Is it okay if I kiss you?"

"Yes. Yes it's okay." You smile almost laughing

Shuri was relieved when you said yes. She leaned in slowly close to your lips and pressed them together. You took a hand and cupped her face. You both pulled away for air and smiled at each other.

"6 pm it is then" Shuri said with a sweet smile

"Maybe I should teach you flute sometime."

You both laughed and left the lab holding hands happily dating.

𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐚𝐨3 | 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝 | 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐤𝐮 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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ppawmpkin · 1 year

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Petty Jealously

A lil note: Y’all honestly, this is just something short and kinda fluff-ish. It’s Ayo being her usually unbelievably fine and serious self and Aneka being her unbelievably fine and light hearted self. I ain’t never written a poly relationship, but I love this as a thing. Definitely about to write more of them and the reader.

Black Fem Reader x Ayo x Aneka

“She shouldn’t be so close to him.” Ayo said, causing her lover to laugh at her sudden distress over the man that was only engaging in harmless small talk with you. She couldn’t have been more serious, staring holes into the innocent man’s head for almost the majority of the time he had started talking to you. Poor him. In utter confusion, wondering why the woman across the room looked as if she was seconds away from bashing his head in, which wasn’t far from her actual thoughts.

“She’s having fun, my love. You’re acting as if they are all on eachother, then I would get involved but it’s all innocent. Just two people having a good time.” Aneka said, being the more calmer of the two, she found no harm in the simple conversation. As long as the man didn’t cross any boundaries or disrespect your relationship, she found it less of a thing to even dwell on. Ayo huffed, eyes still staring at you both, clearly the woman wasn’t to keen on letting it go.

“Well, while you are doing that, I’m going to go dance with Nakia.” Aneka said, making her exit off into the crowd, leaving the woman to continue her antics.

You could feel her, the intensity of her gaze was unmatched and even from across the room her presence loomed over you as a cloud would. Here she goes again. You thought, rolling your eyes. To think that she would even have that thought on her mind, it irritated you to the bone. You decide on ignoring her, not wanting her dislike of your little associate to ruin the night.

“Is everything alright?” The man asked, face twisted in concern at your sudden absence from the conversation.

You nodded slightly, flaunting a smile at him for his reassurance. He smiled back at you, a little too hard for her liking. “I was just saying that you look great tonight.” He complimented, eyes grazing over your assemble, from your head to your toes. Of course she had caught this, eyes widening at the man’s boldness. He seemingly had no regard for his life, looking at you in such ways while both of your lovers were in proximity. Who did he think he was?

“Aw thank you, you’re not too bad yourself.” You said laughing softly as you said the words. He laughed with you, clearly flustering at your praise of his appearance. You noticed, but you didn’t pay it any mind. As long as he kept it strictly friendly, you couldn’t be bothered. Ayo wouldn’t have blamed him, if it were on different circumstances, there was no doubt that you were absolutely stunning and the fact that you had made two of the most finest women of the nation fall for you only added to that fact.

But you were theirs, all theirs. His petty crush on you would have to soon seize or else she would help him do so. “Would you like to dance?” He asked, a hopeful gleam in his expression as he held his hand out, ready to take yours. The hope he felt was short lived, quickly snuffed out by the soon appearance of an woman behind you who was seething with visible anger.

“No, she wouldn’t.” She answered, showing a smile, one that instead of warmth showed an expression of warning toward the man. He quickly took heed, something that she admired, he knew his odds and choose not to cross those bounds. He nodded swiftly and turned to walk away but, not before you had gave him an apology for your girlfriends behavior.

“I was going to say no, Ayo.” You said, turning around to meet her only to be greeted by an self assuring smirk on her lips, seemingly content with her actions. She didn’t know how much longer she could suffice watching him and you, so you could only bet how happy she was when he extended the invitation to dance to you, cause she would be the one to turn him down.

“Well, I did, problem?” She asked, practically daring you to retort at her. You were until Aneka appeared, looking knowingly between the both of you. “Lemme guess, she got jealous and came over here to make herself known?” She asked, crossing her arms as an offended Ayo scoffed at her words. She wasn’t that predictable, atleast she didn’t think she was but you both knew her like the palms of your hands, especially Aneka, being with her longer than you had.

“Exactly that.” You said, coercing an amused laugh from her. She sighed, pressing a kiss on your cheek as you both waited for your lover to explain themselves. “He had a little crush on her, I had to do something or else he would’ve had his hopes up.” She said, shrugging her shoulders. You rolled your eyes as Aneka hummed in intrigue, finger tapping her chin.

“A crush?” She said, raising an eyebrow. She found cute, he could never have you but, the mere thought tickled her to her core. She looked forward to hearing Ayo’s telling of the tale whilst you dreaded it, knowing that the car ride home would be the longest of your life. Between Ayo’s dramatics and Anekas teasing, you were in for one hell of a ride with the both of them. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

A/N This ain’t the finest of quality at all, but I wanted to write something about my loves since they are so underrated. I will be writing more on them too. Including some smut, cause I need that in my life. I love you guys and happy late new year, I wish y’all nothing but peace and love fr fr if you do read this. 🫶🏾💕

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The curse of a god

OKAY ITS NOT MY FAULT THIS MAN WONT GET OUT OF MY HEAD, SO GET USE TO NAMOE CONTENT

If there is one thing namoe learned over the decades is to never become too attached, everyone died at some point and every time he got left behind, for centuries he was alone never being able to keep anyone as much as he wished to.

It was the curse of a god

You had been in this earth for a very long time, seen everyone go but you held no hatred for it, you had learned to find beauty in death.

You had been like this after pleading for a very long time, death had never scared you. But you had done wrong, you had angered the ancestors after your selfishness to save your husband and by such he was taken from you. You were comforted by the thought of meeting him in the afterlife but the gods still angered by the sacrifice you made tortured you and your immortality was granted, it was given as a lesson. it was a curse.

It was the thing that keeped you from the one you longed for.

You first meet namoe when walking through the beach late at night, you had become use to these walks they helped you calm your mind when it felt like too many moons had passed.

You saw him hiding and looking at you, you wandered to his side, he did not move or step away from you.

There was something that he could not tell, something that let him know you were not just a mortal, you were something else.

Something infinite

From there he became interested in you, many nights he came by never saying anything but staring at you, no, admiring you. He saw you as a gift, someone he would never loose, a blessing from the ancestors, mercy on his lonely heart. Something that he could keep, someone he could cherish for centuries.

One of those night you came back, expecting the same interaction of him being absolutely hypnotized by you and then disappearing into the ocean, instead a different man was revealed to you. He was sitting down in one of the tree trunks looking up at the moon, he heard when you sat down next to him.

He always knew when you were near

He turned to look at you, and for the first time he smiled at you, he spoke very softly "come sit with me" he offered and you did

His voice was beautiful, his eyes looked tired and it seemed that he did not have the strength to hold his tough persona "please" he placed his head on your shoulder "Be mine" he repeated over and over like a prayer.

A prayer you would become his, he had lost so much. He had been alone for so many centuries that he had forgotten the warmth of another, forgotten how it felt to have the loving gaze of someone on him. And oh gods did he crave it, he longed for it like a drug.

You stared into the ocean, hesitant to say yes but then you felt it. Tears running down your chest.

He was crying

"Please, I can give you everything!" he gasped for air "Don't leave me, you can't leave me, your like me!" His eyes were puffy and red, his eyes searching for an answer in yours. You hushed him and cupped his face.

And in that moment you saw the image of a god become more fragile than any mortal, all those years alone, isolated, torn finally weighing down on him.

You pulled him into your chest and let him rest, as his breath starts to slow down but his sobs are still very noticeable you start humming very softly.

You run your fingers through his hair, and rub his back, holding him. Reassuring him, you pull his face towards yours, he tries to pull away embarrassed of what you had witnessed, even so you pull him back and make him look at you "Shh I'm here, I'm not going anywhere okay?" He had lost so much and you had too.

The sun had started to come up after a night of soft and vulnerable moments in each other's grasp, he stood up and extended his hand towards you. You took it and smiled, looking back one last time.

It had been too long, you had forgotten the joy of being alive

You followed him into the water, the coolness washing all of your worries away.

As you both swam down deeper, from the above your ancestors smiled, it seems you had found your purpose after all, the true meaning of sacrifice.

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