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imperiusrexxx · 2 years

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Invitation

Chapter 1/? Rating: Everyone Summary: In an alternate universe, an invitation is extended from one royal to another.

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Contrary to popular belief, it was quite the simple task to contact the infamous King of Atlantis. In fact, it was simpler than the effort it took to contact someone on land. There was no need for electronics, to write a letter, nor to send a messenger. One simply had to call out to him.

Maximus lowered himself to his knees as the water reached his thighs, then leaned down further onto his hands. The tide rolled in, engulfing him completely, and he called out into the ocean. “King Namor! The prince of Attilan would see you!” Then, he waited, sopping wet and shaking the sand from his boots onto the beach. It was a fruitless effort for the sand surrounded and invaded his person no matter what he did.

It took two hours’ time for a form to emerge from the depths. Cautiously, he remained mostly submerged, only a set of narrowed blue eyes peeking above the tides like a crocodile in the river, observing.

By that time, Maximus had given up on trying to make himself presentable. His hair had dried in the midday sun and was a fluffy mess as usual, and his clothes were only partially dry, hanging heavily on his body. When he noticed his audience, he greeted him with a wave, then proceeded to stand up. Namor came no closer, though, suspicious of him no doubt. ‘Very well,’ the prince thought, then waded out into the water until his feet felt nothing beneath them. Feeling terribly disadvantaged, he swam back until the sand supported his weight. “I am not Triton, your majesty!” he called to him.

Namor approached, not propelled by a kick of his feet or the pull of his arms, but by an unseen force. No one had truly figured out how he flew, but it looked unnatural. It was unnerving, and he liked to unnerve his possible enemies. He stopped several feet from the strange prince, floating higher than him where he belonged. No one looked down on Namor.

Attilan’s prince merely smiled as he gently fought the tide to remain upright, arms waving none too gracefully beneath the surface. Indeed, he was not Triton “It is good to see you look healthy, though you do look rather bored. I have a proposal. In two nights, there will be a gala in Attilan. Normally, we host inhumans and close friends of the monarchs. That night, I would like to attend it with you.”

Strangely, the offer seemed genuine, and Namor didn’t know what to make of it. He and Black Bolt weren’t on the best terms, so he doubted he would want him in Attilan for any reason, let alone just for fun.

“Our king and queen would detest to have the attention taken from them, but I would like to learn more about you and your people in a setting more befitting of royalty.”

‘Ah.' He could see then he was being invited into the rivalry of brothers. Maximus wanted to cause a stir with Black Bolt. Not one to be part of such childish things, he turned away and prepared to dive back to his kingdom.

“Have I mentioned our women are not bound by the same modesty as human women?” came the quick thinking of Maximus. To his surprise, he was left staring at Namor’s back for longer than he’d expected. It seemed he’d given him pause. He was about to mention the possibility of repairing relations between Attilan and Atlantis when Namor finally took to the depths again. Maximus did not look disappointed, though. No, he looked quite proud of himself, even as he struggled back onto land. Even though he had not seen the smirk on Namor’s face, he had felt it. That was sign enough that he had a date to the gala.

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imperiuswrecked · 4 years

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So...I really would like to see your take in Namor/Maximus, it can be anything that comes to your mind I'm not picky (any universe, situation, gender...just make it gay 👀)

Sorry this took so long! I choose the 616 Verse because it’s really the one I know most and wanted to write this. The answer to who gave Namor those band aids when he got beaten up by Thanos.

Short fic under the cut~

Pain. It had been a constant companion to Namor throughout his life, and now just as when he was a child, he endured that pain alone. He had retreated retired to his rooms for the evening after his humiliation at Thanos’s hands. He winced as he sunk into his pool, an accommodation he had insisted on when he chose his room which he had filled with salt water, the cuts burning as the salt entered them. He lays at the bottom for some hours, too lost in his mind mulling over recent events. So much death, so much destruction, and for what? they were no closer to making sure his world was safe. Every new threat that came, he crushed, but the Cabal was out of control.

Namor at first had ignored the signs, the bloodthirsty leering of the group as though they were some pack animals getting excited at the scent of death, telling himself it was necessary to align himself with Thanos and his Black Order, but as each new body fell, as each new world was bathed in blood, he felt less and less sure of himself. Now he was going to be watched carefully, he had to find a way to get a message to Richards and the rest of the Illuminati who was still around. His wounds had slowed considerably while in the water and now he kicked off from the bottom of the deep pool to break is head on the surface, his lungs taking in the first cool gasp of air. His gills were fine for underwater but there was a sense of relief that one only got from taking in those deep clearing breathes.

“Do you have to resurface? Or can you stay there as long as you please?”

The lilting voice of Maximus the Max rings out in the empty room and Namor swivels in the water to look behind him. The Inhuman Prince lay stretched out on fainting couch, eating from the bowl of fruit that lay on the small table beside him. His happy light cadence was at odds with the blood on his hands. Namor eyes the man carefully. He did not know much about him, only that he would be an asset to the team with his scientific genius which is why Namor had brought him on. Since then he had not much time around the man, since they usually only saw each other when another incursion occurred.

“I can live the rest of my life in water and pray that the humans leave me and my people alone, and never would I surface.”

Namor lies, not to others, but to himself. He would try and fool himself thinking if he had peace he would never roam, but Namor knew he would always have this urge to see the world of his father. As some people would say the sea called them, so did the land to Namor. Max pops another grape into his mouth, as Namor swims towards the edge nearest the Prince. He eyes Namor with a appreciative expression as the Sea Prince lifted himself out over the edge, his naked body on display as water rivulets ran down the length of his form. Namor always swam naked when he was alone and he was never shy, he noted the Inhuman Prince’s stare as he walked to the couch where at the end he had left a towel and his suit. He ignores the sharp intake of breath as he nears. Many people found his form beautiful, but he wondered if they would still want him if they saw him for who he really was? A man willing to snap the neck of any living being if it meant further his goal of keeping Atlantis and his people safe another day.

“What are you doing here Prince?” Namor asks as he dries himself off, Max’s gaze is hungry as he looks at him, he knows that look. Many a maid, and man, would then speak in breathy whispers, and try to persuade them to bed them.

“I was tired after our last massacre, Thanos had us hop to another world to kill not even one under incursion, just because he had been denied his last world... by you.”

So that was why he had not been visited by anyone, even Black Swan for the last few hours.

“That does not answer my question, you have your own rooms to retire in, why are you here?”

Namor drops his towels and pulls on his suit, Max sits up now, and swings his legs off the couch.

“Who else would patch up your wounds?” Max pats the seat next to him and smiles up at Namor. The Prince had dark shining hair, and bright blue eyes, his smaller build meant Namor towered over him but it did not deter the Prince even when Namor glowered at him.

“I am already healing, the water rejuvenates me, soon even these small cuts will disappear. I don’t need you to administer your... care.” Namor says in an acidic tone, “Don’t you have bombs to build? Or other innocents to murder?”

“Ah just for that, now the choice of my Hello Kitty band-aids are off the table.” Max says in a pouting tone, “Come now, you can growl at me all you want as I bandage you.” He scoots a bit more, “I will tell you all about my bombs and then you will ask me how to send a message to my idiot brother and his friends without any of Cabal knowing you sent it.”

Namor’s expression must have shown his shock, Max giggles a bit, coming from the grown man it sounded strange and if there was a lesser man standing there, he might have been unnerved by the Inhuman. Namor simply sits and turns to face Max who hastily moves them about until Namor’s legs are stretched out and Max is straddling his waist. He opens his white and black coat to reveal the inside pockets did indeed hold Hello Kitty Band Aids as well as normal white band aids and a number of other unusual objects including; different sized remote controls, tiny silver tools, a small jar of jam, a set of earrings, a tv guide to soap operas, and a single apple that looked like it had been swiped from his bowl of fruit.

“Ah ah.” Max saying in his sing song voice, “No kitty for you.” He selects the white bandages and sets himself to work, Namor allows the man to touch him. He need to get this information, and most importantly he need to make sure Max wouldn’t tell the others, even if that means killing him after Max gave him a way to contact the others. Max covers the small cuts over Namor’s face, one on his nose and other’s on his cheeks. Namor had survived bombs, and bullets, and the Hulk, all without anything ever cutting through his tough skin, but Thanos strength had been enough to shatter Namor, he was only lucky that Atlanteans could heal fast and he faster than most. Max’s fingers were nimble and his hands were gentle. It had been a long time since anyone had been nice to Namor and the man almost did not know how to react.

“Why are you doing this? Why help me at all?” Namor’s voice is low, and Max lifts his gaze his own voice is soft and breathy, “Why not? You’ve never hurt me or mine, I don’t think we are enemies my Prince, and if we aren’t enemies then that means we are allies, and what do allies do if not help one another?” He muses as he continues, “Maybe I am getting this ally thing wrong, my brother would know what to say if he were here, the man never shuts up when it comes to telling me what is right and what is wrong.” He laughs softly at his little joke. His eyes turning back to the cuts.

“Will you tell the others that I will be speaking to the Illuminati?” If Max said yes, Namor would have to snap his neck, he couldn’t let his plan fail, even if that meant killing someone who was showing him kindness.

“That depends.”

“On?” Namor growls, his hands twitched.

“On what you will bribe me with to shut me up.” He smiles slyly at Namor, like a cat who had been caught in the canary cage.

“You seem to have planned for everything that might happen before you walked into this room, so tell me Lord Maximus, what is it that you want?”

Max places the last bandage on Namor’s arm, setting away his kit he turns back to the Atlantean.

“I’ll settle for a kiss, to keep my lips shut.”

Namor blinks, he would have thought the Inhuman would demand more than that, money, power, riches, or even a night in Namor’s bed from his earlier admiration. He speaks slowly so that there is no confusion in the terms of their deal, “For a kiss, you will stay silent about any plans I have to dismantle this Cabal?”

“Scout’s Honor!”

Maximus does a small sign with his fingers, and Namor has no clue what he is talking about, or what Scout he might mean. Still he has to trust someone, if Max did end up betraying Namor like so many others in his life then Namor would deal with it then.

He sits up a bit and places one hand behind Max’s head, pulling the Prince in for a kiss, soft lips brush Namor’s and he had meant it to be a quick action but he found himself falling deeper into their kiss. Max’s hands hold his shoulders and the Prince moans slightly as Namor presses his lips harder against Max’s. It is a few moments later that they part, both men breathing a bit harder than before. Namor’s heart pounding as though he had just swum a hundred miles. Namor stares at Max, noting the slight blush to the man’s cheeks as Max smiles.

“A kiss to seal the deal.” Max says softly and he later is good on his word.

Later after he hangs up from the call Namor leans back in his chair and thinks about the kiss, his fingers brushing his lips. He hopes Maximus knows how to survive what is coming, because Namor doesn’t know if he will save him.

A Namor/Max fan art by me for @esteicy-blog : I’m very sorry for the bad quality, but I will keep practicing so I can make more Namor ship art!

#namor #maximus boltagan #namor the sub-mariner #maximus the mad #madmariner #mim writes a thing #thanks for asking!#esteicy-blog

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