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Finders Keepers | Namor x Filipino!Reader

Summary: Namor x Filipino!Reader. That's it. That's the plot... kind of.

Word count: 5k

Warnings: Listen, this is for pure entertainment only. Don't take it too seriously- I sure didn't. I had fun writing this tbh. First ever Marvel fic I post on this website and it's this type of crap. Enjoy- or not.

Italicized words are: 1.The Reader's/OC's thoughts and/or 2.Words that are supposed to be in a different language. P.S. I tried to use a Yucatec Mayan - English translator but decided against it last minute since I feared I would not do it any justice so I just opted to italicize when they're (Namor and the Talokanil) are using it to talk. Words in parenthesis are the translated Tagalog words. Sometimes they're loose translations because you can't just translate some terms from our language to English- let's just leave it at that. It's the thought that counts- I guess.

Also posted on AO3

It's not a good thing when you wake up in a strange place, surrounded by strange people. For our protagonist though, that's exactly what happened.

Where the fuck-

Always a good start. As soon as she opened her eyes and blinked, trying to get rid of the haze in her mind, she looks around.

Someone speaks in a language foreign to her and she turns to the side before her eyes widen-

She stares. She sees the mouth of the person- person? Is it a person? Why were they colored blue? Who are they even? Where was she? Is she dreaming? Is she dead?

The person in front of her keeps talking but she can't understand a single thing. Besides, her brain cells weren't working at the moment. Everything seemed different, she can't seem to focus.

Finally, whoever it was that was failing miserably to get through to her stopped talking and left the room. That's when she noticed that she was sitting on a small cot, inside a tent? Maybe. She doesn't know. She's not sure.

She tries to remember the last thing her brain could before she woke up in this strange place.

She was on a vacation trip for the summer. She went to visit her late grandmother's hometown in the province of Siquijor.

On the second day, she decided to take a boat and go over to Apo Island. It was a strangely cloudy day; a perfect time to go for a swim. She had snorkeling gear with her but no life vest. She didn't bother since she promised herself she wouldn't go that far. Besides, she's never drowned before. She can float if anything were to happen.

She was joyfully admiring the corals, the starfish, and the sea urchins. Fish of different kinds started to swim around and she followed them. Saying hi and hello, waving to the fishes as if they could understand her dumbass.

She kept following the school of fishes, unaware that she was getting farther and farther from the shore- that is until she sees a deep fucking abyss.

"Ay puta!" Fuck! A garbled curse escapes from her lips as she raises her head from the water due to panic. The chasm was deep as all hell. It was dark and wide as if it would swallow her whole if she didn't swim away.

She tried to swim away. Emphasis on tried.

She lifted her body in an attempt to float and she would've. She would've been safe if not for the sudden cramp on her leg- the muscle twisted and it sent her body to a standstill.

Then darkness.

A voice spoke and cut her off her thoughts. She looked up in alarm and her eyes widened once again at the tall, handsome, yet weirdly looking guy in front of her.

He spoke again in a language she doesn't know. His brown eyes locked onto hers and it didn't seem like he was threatening her by the tone of his voice but his brows were furrowed and his lips were in a deep scowl.

When she didn't answer, he called for someone outside of the tent. A woman and another man; taller and broader, entered. But again, for some unknown reason; they were both blue-skinned.

However, that aside, this is when the genius(?) protagonist noticed that one doesn't look like the others. His skin was tanned as opposed to the other two. He had pointy ears and a huge piercing on his nose. He was adorned in jewels and the other two were fully clothed while he was only in-

Ay jusko lord. (Oh my god)

She averted her eyes and looked down at his feet only to notice the wings. She blinked once, twice, thrice-

What the-

She stared, again, her brain trying to process things but can't. Someone send help.

Teka. Nasan ba ko? The fuck. Sino tong mga to? Bat may pakpak ung paa niya, ano to cosplay? (Wait. Where am I? The fuck. Who are these people? Why does he have wings on his feet, is this cosplay?)

"Ah- Ano-" Uhm- she starts to speak and the others turn to her. The woman then talks to her in a slightly commanding tone but it's still in a different language so she can't understand jack shit.

When she still didn't answer, it was obvious that her host, or whoever they were, was starting to get a little frustrated with her uncooperative state.

She could hear them talking to each other in the foreign language again and when she finally had her wits about her, she raised her hand.

"Uhm- Excuse me-"

The three strangers stopped and turned. The man with pointy ears walked over to her in wide strides that she unconsciously leaned on the wall as a defense mechanism.

"You speak English?" He then asks in a low, deep grumble.

She raised her brow at him, "Yes? Of course, I speak English, I've been colonized." Weird that she answered that way but it was already done, so whatever.

Her snap seemed to surprise those in the room but at this point, she was too confused to care.

She looked around once more, "Wait, so where the hell am I? And who are you?" She asked him.

It took a few moments before she was answered by the pointy-eared man, "I have many names-" he started, "My people call me K'uk'ulkan."

Clearly, the name didn't register in her brain because she tilted her head in confusion. He moves closer, right in front of her face in an attempt to intimidate her but she could only register the handsomeness of his features which confused her a little. Here she was, in an unknown place, with unknown people and that's what she notices.

"But my enemies call me Namor." He finishes and waits for her to react.

She scrunched up her nose, "Can I just call you Namor because that first name is so hard for me to say."

This amused him, she thinks, since his lips curved upward a little.

"Where am I?" She finally asks and Namor leans back slightly,

"You are in my kingdom." He answers and it again prompts her to raise a brow,

"Apo Island has a kingdom?" She asked and this time it was him who looks at her incredulously. He wonders for a bit before leaning down again near her face and she backs away.

"Child, where do you think you are right now?"

Di ba kasasabi niya lang na nasa lugar niya daw kami, labo naman neto. (Didn't he just say we were in his kingdom? He's confusing.)

"You said we were in your kingdom. I'm pretty sure-"

"The location, child." He insists and she thinks for a bit, wondering what he could gain from knowing the answer.

"Apo Island, Philippines."

There was silence. The man and woman behind Namor looked at each other and this didn't go amiss by her. They looked more puzzled than she was.

"What?" She asked, a sudden panic started to rise in her chest for some reason.

"You're in my kingdom. In the Atlantic Ocean."

"Ha?" She gave him a look that says 'are you fucking kidding me?' but then her expression changed.

From giving them an incredulous look to showing them a tired one, she sighs.

"What?" Namor questions and takes a step back when she suddenly stands up.

"Ha? Hatdog."

The three strangers looked at each other and she rolled her eyes, "I get it. This is a prank, right? Who are you really? Ano to, skit?" (Is this a skit?)

"Kala niyo ba maiisahan niyo ko? Asa ka boy. Kaya pala naka-cosplay ka ee." She adds and raises a brow.

(You think you can trick me? You wish, boy. No wonder you're in some kind of cosplay.)

"What are you talking about?" The other woman asked with a disapproving look, "And how dare you call him a boy-"

"English, child." Namor cuts the other off and commands the stranger but she scoffs, rolling her eyes in the process.

"English mo mukha mo. And anong child? Gago twenty-something na ko." (English your face. And what child? Asshole, I'm twenty-something already.)

Her voice was defiant as she suddenly glared at Namor. This surprised him a little so he wasn't able to answer her. Obviously, no one has ever addressed him in such a manner before.

She thought she had him, "So ano ka? Crossover ni King Triton at Legolas? Sali sana ako kung parang tourism eme to kaso lokal lang ako mamsir." (So what are you? A crossover of King Triton and Legolas? I would've joined if this was something for tourism but I'm local.)

She started walking towards the closed drapes of the tent and she saw out of the corner of her eye that the taller man and the woman were about to stop her but Namor raised his hand to stop them instead.

"Let her go. Let her see."

As soon as she stepped foot out of the tent, her eyes went wide, "What. The. F-"

The place was unlike anything she's ever seen. It was beautiful but that was the least of her problems right now. Suddenly, an uncomfortable feeling set itself in her stomach.

Shit nasan ba talaga ako? What if di to prank? Tangina, ano ko na-kidnap? Gago aanuhin nila ko, wala naman ako pera. Shit uso pa ba ung human trafficking- (Shit where am I, really? What if it's not a prank? Motherfucker, was I kidnapped? Fuck what are they gonna do, I don't have any money. Shit, is human trafficking still a thing?)

"You are not where you thought you are." Namor cut off her rambling in her head and she whirled around in alarm, looking at him with fear in her eyes.

Now it has registered in her brain that she's in so much deeper shit than she thought. She backed away from him instinctively- before she ran.

"Hey!" The taller man had yelled after her but before he could chase her down, the woman said with a smirk, "Let her. She has nowhere to go."

Meanwhile, the lost and confused protagonist of this story, well- maybe, no one knows yet if she is a protagonist. But for now, let's say she is-

Anyway, she ran. To where? She has no clue. She just had to get away from the strangers. She looked around and realized she was in a cave.

"San na ung exit?!" (Where's the exit?!) She yelled and it echoed against the walls. She covers her mouth and crouches on instinct before peeking to the side, checking if she was being followed. When there were no signs of an attack, she breathed out in relief. She thinks she's safe- she's not.

"Okay. Okay." She breathed in, trying to calm herself down, "Kung nasa kweba ako, malamang sa bandang dulo dito ung exit." (If I was in a cave, then the exit should be at the far end.) She said to herself as if she actually knew what she was doing. She doesn't.

She started to crabwalk to wherever the hell she thinks the exit should be. She thinks she's being quiet and clever. Again, she's not.

"Where the fuck is the exit?!" She whispers, annoyed. She got to the end of the cave but all she saw was a body of water, like a small pond. There was no exit.

What if?

Nasa loob ba ko ng secret beach? De, di secret beach, parang secret beach, ung kelangan mo lumusot para makadating sa kabilang side. (Am I inside a secret beach? No, not a secret beach, but like a secret beach, where you gotta swim under to get to the other side.)

Her conclusion seemed to make sense to her but there was one problem: she's not a good swimmer. She's never drowned before, granted, but still, she's not a good swimmer.

"Okay." She said to herself, "Options-"

Counting down with her fingers, she started to think, "Option One: Lalangoy ako pailalim to escape." (Option One: I swim under to escape.) She looks at the 'pond', it looks deep as shit.

"Option Two: Pakamatay na lang tayo dito agad bes, kesa kung ano pa gawin nila sayo. Jusko lord I'd rather die talaga." (Option Two: Let me just kill myself here, rather than finding out what they'd do to me. Jesus Christ I'd literally rather die.)

She continues to talk with herself, "Baka naman di ganon kalalim? Mukha lang? Siguro? Pucha naman talaga, oo." (Maybe it's not that deep. Only looks like it? Maybe? Fucking really.) She's panicking. And when she panics, bad things happen.

"Okay, try natin, baka naman-" (Okay, let's try, maybe-) She walked towards the pond, dipping her feet into the water to test the temperature. There was a voice in her head saying "Hoe don't do it." but she ignored it. She was panicking, her brain cells were gone.

She sinks into the pond quickly and opens her eyes. It was harder to see without the goggles but the water was surprisingly clear as soon as she dove in. She looks around and sees a light and this brings a bit of hope to her heart.

But, as mentioned, she's not a good swimmer. She's not good at holding her breath either. She was halfway through the cave, the light still a few ways away from her when she felt herself start to lose air.

Panic. Panic. Panic.

She tried to swim up but she hadn't realized that the deeper she went into the body of water, the cave closed in on her.

Panic. More panic. She's going to die.

Option Two then. She thinks to herself before she takes a huge gulp of water. She has accepted her fate. Death to the stranger. The end. Her eyes closed and she fell deeper into the water-

Until she wasn't.

She coughed out the water on solid ground. She was on all fours, trying to catch her breath when she felt a firm grip on her arm. She turned to see Namor, looking at her disapprovingly.

"You are foolish." He starts with a frown, "There is no escape from here for a surface-dweller like you without our help."

"What-" She coughs roughly, she still can't breathe properly. Her eyes widened when she realized what was happening- she was having an asthma attack.

She wheezed and clutched her chest before falling to her side. She could hear Namor talking- or yelling- she's not sure. Her eyes started to water. She's trying to catch her breath so desperately when she feels something cover her mouth.

Suddenly she can breathe a little easier.

"Breathe," She could finally register what Namor was saying. Her vision started to focus and when she calmed, she looked down at the device on her face.

She started to inspect it, turning it here and there suspiciously.

"An inhaler?" She asked, "Looks like one of those things you use with a nebulizer."

Her asthmatic ass aside, her situation still hasn't improved. This reality settled again in her thoughts and she looked abruptly at Namor who was just watching- observing.

"Okay. Uh-" She started, standing up rather slowly. She was looking at him like he was some wild animal she had to be careful around.

Well, she's not wrong.

"Uhm okay, Namor," She swallows her fear,

"SIR-" She continued with her hands raised in front of her chest, palm outward as if to calm him, to surrender to him.

"I don't know what you want from me. I'm nobody. If this is a kidnapping then I can assure you-"

Namor raises a brow but before he could interrupt her, she continued on her tangent, "I have no money. I'm alone. I don't have anything and if you're planning on selling my body parts then-"

"What-"

"I'm asthmatic. I have GERD- well, maybe, I don't know, I haven't had that checked yet." She stops to think, "I also have PCOS, I swear no one will buy me from you so-"

"I have nothing to give you." She stops and it took a few minutes before-

"Follow me," Namor instructs and she tenses, backing away from him a little.

"Come here." He repeated, more commanding. But when he saw the panic in her eyes and the way she closed her hand in a tight fist, he changed his tone, "I will take you to where I found you, so follow me."

"What do you mean: found me?" She asked, slowly and carefully walking closer to him. She was still wary of him but for now, she has no choice but to trust him.

Namor turned to her a little, "I found you in the water close to our border. I sensed a disturbance in the waves and when I went to look, you were there." He knew she didn't believe him since she again had that look on her face.

Of course, she replied, "That makes no sense."

"Believe what you will. I'm taking you back." He continued to walk ahead and she followed timidly. They arrived in front of the tent once again. The two other strangers were still there, waiting for them. The woman was smirking while the taller man only looked at her suspiciously.

Namor then steps into the water, he was waist-deep before he turned to her, "Come."

She hesitated, still.

"I thought you wanted to go home?" He asked her, a playful grin on his lips.

"Yeah but- how do I know you're not gonna drown me once I get in there?" She crossed her arms in front of her chest and Namor laughing dryly caught her by surprise.

Teka. Ang cute nun ah. Hala. (Wait. That was cute. Oh no.)

"Trust me," His grin grows wider, "If I were to kill you, I wouldn't need the water."

She swallows and bites her lip at his words, her heart pounding for some strange reason. Maybe because he was cute when he smiled- oR MAYBE BECAUSE HE JUST FUCKING THREATENED TO KILL HER.

She starts to weigh her options again but then, of course, not one of those was a perfect solution for an escape. And Namor said it himself, there was no way out of the cave without their help. So she sighs, might as well go with it. If she does die there- well- she hopes she doesn't but if she does- then she's dead. What else is there?

She walked over to the water and as soon as she was at the same water level as him, he pulled her closer to his chest, her face flushed when she braced herself against him, hands on his biceps.

Namor gives her the mouthpiece and she starts to feel her breathing slow down a little, her mind getting a bit fogged up with an unknown haze.

"Breathe." He commands and she follows. As soon as her breathing was steady, he drags her underwater.

"Eyes open, child." Was the next thing she heard him say. As soon as she did, she shielded them from the sun before looking around.

"Where-" She noticed they weren't near a beachfront like she expected. Instead, they were in the middle of fucking nowhere.

"Where I found you," Namor explains and she turns to him with another one of those disbelieving looks.

"What? No. That's-" She looks around again, "That's impossible. There's nothing here." She gestured to the open sea.

"Do you think I am lying?" Namor asks and she looks him in the eye. It unsettled her, even more, when she could see that he wasn't. He was telling the truth.

Pero what the fuck? (But what the fuck?)

"Where-" She swallows the lump in her throat, "Where are we?"

Namor could tell that she was finally starting to believe him, "Near the borders of my kingdom."

"And that would be where again?"

"You surface-dwellers call this place the Atlantic Ocean." Surprisingly, he was patient with her despite her doubt and her use of foul language every now and then.

"Why do you say that?" She suddenly asked and when he raised a brow, she clarified, "Why do you call me a surface-dweller?"

Ah. Apparently, it still wasn't obvious to her that Namor and his people were different from her. Don't blame her though, some parts of her brain are working and some are not. Seriously though, whose brain would work properly after finding out you may or may not have been kidnapped by some weird-looking dudes?

"You don't live in the ocean, no?" Namor asked back, "How do you think I was able to carry you from the cave into the open sea without trouble? Without that mask?"

She thought for a while. Namor could tell she was really racking up an idea in her brain with the way her brows furrowed and the way she scrunched up her nose. She was thinking- or at least she was trying to.

Finally, she gave up and shrugged, "I dunno. I just thought you were a good swimmer."

Surprisingly, he chuckled. He was obviously amused. She was obviously stupid.

"I am not like you." He then said, earning another raised brow from her, "What are you then?"

"Think." He pointed at his forehead, in hopes that she would understand what he meant for her to do.

Thankfully, she did. She looked at him- really looked at him. She took note of his tanned skin, his deep brown eyes, his dark hair, and his jewelry. If that was all there is to him then she may have stuck with her first conclusion. Btu there were still the pointed ears- and she remembered seeing his winged feet. She also recalls the other two who had blue-colored skin.

A dawning realization creeps up on her and as Namor watched her think, he could tell that she was starting to understand. She didn't. Not really.

"So-" She starts, "You're- what?" She tried to think of a term but couldn't. Again, the brain was gone. There is one possibility she could think of but she thinks that the idea was too out there. There's a one-in-a-million chance that she'd be able to meet anyone from there.

So, no- it wasn't an option. It was too- unrealistic.

But then another idea popoped in her head- not a good one though-

"Ah! Shokoy!"

"Excuse me?"

"Teka. Masyado kang gwapo para maging shokoy. But-" (Wait. You're too good-looking to be a shokoy. But-) She goes on a tangent once again, not bothering with Namor who was looking at her incredulously,

"You have the qualities, I mean- no, you don't- maybe?" She gestures to nothing, "Look, I don't know. You don't have fins and your ears are just pointy. You have winged feet instead of fins but then again, may paa nga ba pag shokoy?" (-but then again, do shokoy even have feet?)

"What did you call me?" Namor cuts her off her thinking, swimming closer to her a little and she finally looks up.

"A shokoy?" She asked back, "It's like a- hmmm- mer...man? Loosely." Unsure and a little confused, she wonders at the look he was giving her.

"I am not a merman. I am a mutant." Namor was about to tell her the story of how he was born and how he became the ruler of the kingdom of Talokan.

"Teka. Teka. Teka. Wait." She stopped him, waving her hands in front of his face, "You said, mutant. So- like- the X-Men?"

"Who?"

"X-Men. You know?" She asked and shrugged her shoulders. Not getting the reaction that she thought she would get from him, she continues, "Everybody knows the X-Men. They're new but apparently, they've been living among us for quite a while now. They're a new addition to the Avengers... kinda like a sub-group." She explained and when Namor still didn't show any sign of recognition, she tilted her head.

"You really have no idea who the X-Men are? They might be like you guys."

Bat di niya alam? Eh kaka-join nga lang nung mga un sa Avengers. Na news pa nga un. Pero baka kase walang tv sa tubig. (Why doesn't he know? They just joined the Avengers. It was in the news. Maybe because there's no television underwater.)

"I do not care for the affairs of the surface-dwellers." Namor finally answered.

"Aray naman." (Ouch.) She replied and held her chest dramatically while she raised her other hand, "Surface-dweller here, sir."

Namor grins unconsciously, "You are amusing."

Before she could say another word, Namor turned around and she sees that the woman from before was right behind him except she was wearing a different set of clothes and she had a huge headgear on.

They talk with each other in the language our protagonist can't understand. The words exchanged were said with a sense of urgency. She noticed the way Namor suddenly tensed- his back straightened and his biceps clenched. When he turned around to look at her, his brows were furrowed, his jaw set, and his nostrils were flared.

"What's going on?" She asked.

"Come, we must return to the cave." Namor grabs her by the arm without a second thought or any warning before they dove deep into the water.

She had no idea what was going on. The blue people, more of them, not just the first two who were with Namor, were scrambling around and they were carrying-

"Are those spears?" She asked under her breath. She was just standing in the corner awkwardly. Looking here and there.

As soon as they got back to the cave, Namor dove back into a much deeper pond. He was gone for minutes and she waited by the edge, not knowing what to do. The question of what the fuck is happening and how the fuck did she get there was still on her mind but when about a dozen of the foreign people emerged from the depths of the pond, she stepped to the side politely to make way for them- to whatever the hell they were going.

She looked at them and they stared back. They were probably wondering why someone like her was in there with them. It was obvious that she was a visitor. Well, maybe visitor is a loose term.

Staring contest ito. Ang awkward. Ano ba gagawin ko dito? Pasok na lang kaya ako sa tent? (This is a staring contest. How awkward. What am I even doing here? Should I go back to the tent?) She thought to herself and started to crabwalk.

Again, no idea why the crabwalk. That's just her weird ass choice.

"Stop." She heard someone say and she turned. One tall guy was approaching her in quick, long strides. It was a different one, someone she doesn't know by face.

"What?" She asked and took a step back since she was intimidated by the way this man was looking and walking toward her.

He speaks quickly- too quickly that it doesn't register in her brain. Not that it could, he was speaking in another language. He sounded commanding- he looked commanding. And when she didn't respond to him since she can't understand jack shit, he suddenly grabbed her by the arm-

"Oy! Tangina- get off!" (Fucker- get off!0 She yelled, surprised and frankly, a bit offended at how she was grabbed without warning. She tried to yank herself away from him, only to have the stranger laugh in a mocking tone.

Aba gago to a. (This asshole.)

"I said-" She gritted her teeth- FIGHT MODE ON.

"-GET. OFF!" She stomped her foot on his, making him let go of his iron grip, she doubled back and braced herself before kicking him in the nuts. He bent over in pain and shock.

Never mess with a Filipina.

She removed one of her aqua shoes and raised it over her head, "Nyeta ka. Makahablot, kala mo walang bukas. Who the hell are you?" (You fucker. Grabbing me like there's no tomorrow.)

The man glared at her and stood up, a threatening and dangerous look in his eyes, "Who do you think you are?!" He yelled angrily and was about to raise his hand but a firm grip on his shoulder stopped him.

They both turned and she sighed in relief when she saw Namor. They talked with each other, Namor sounding gentle yet with authority towards the other man. The stranger seemed to settle down before his eyes widened, making her wonder what else Namor had told him.

The stranger looked at her and what he did next surprised and confused her even more. The man knelt on one knee right in front of her before muttering something in the other language,

"Forgive me."

She raised a brow but before she could even ask what the hell he was doing and why he was doing it and what he meant, Namor had taken her by the arm. He then spoke in a commanding tone over the people gathered by the cave.

She wondered what he was saying. It must've been important and it must be about her because they all looked at her with- she doesn't know what look they were giving her- maybe- acknowledgment? Could be.

Namor then turned to her, "There is something I have to attend to. You must stay here." He ordered,

"What? Where are you-"

"Stay. My people will look after you as I have instructed. I will return-" He calls her by a name in the language she's not familiar with and she tilts her head, not understanding shit. But again, before she could ask, he had turned on his heel and left with most of the people carrying spears out of the cave.

Once they were all gone, she sighed, looking around at the remaining strangers with her. There were two men- who she assumed were left to guard her, and there were three younger women.

Oh tapos. Ano na bes? Nga-nga. (So now what?)

One of the younger women then approached her and handed her some new clothes before gesturing for her to follow. She looked down at the garments and then back up at the stranger. With another heavy sigh, she thinks to herself-

May choice pa ba ko? (Do I have a choice?)

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𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇 ( NAMOR X READER ) PT.4

in which you find a child floating in the water and you save them only for your acts of kindness to get misinterpreted by the father who is also the king of an underwater civilization.

PLEASE READ THIS FIRST : this is a story i am writing on wattpad but my wattpad version is more in detail, slightly different and has an oc ( alora ). It has 6 chapters thus far and still work in progress if you want you can check it out with the link below or use the linktree link in my bio to access wattpad but if you feel more comfortable with x reader I'll try and get all the chapters I have currently published over here in a few days

hiraeth ( namor ) wattpad | oc version!

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IT WAS NOW EVENING, the sun dipping below the horizon kissing the ocean goodbye, the sky a purplish-orange color adorn with a few grey clouds as Huracan and you were still outside enjoying the last bits of the day before it was time to go back in.

You had came to term with the fact that Huracan staying with you was only going to be momentarily. You grew attached to the child due to the loneliness that you felt from staying by herself for months in isolation, away from others due to your health issues.

You wondered if Huracan was also lonely and just wanted some company but your mind now questioning if Huracan has a family, what if they are waiting for him? Worried about him and in search of him, thinking of the worst things that could have happened to him. This left you to ruminate over

your thoughts as your gaze fall on the sky, that is becoming darker and darker.

There was thunder clouds looming above you due to the hot weather you experienced today, the clouds were forming and becoming aggravated with each second that passed by— this alarming you as you walk back to the tidal pool to retrieve Huracan and putting a stop to your fleeting thoughts.

"C'mon, Hura. We need to get back in." You say, watching as the boy breaks through the surface of the water— eyes sparkling with life as he listens to you instantly, emerging from the pool only to latch onto your arm, his skin turning back into a shade of blue as you both walk home.

The rain came down. It suddenly came down heavy causing you to gasp in shock when the harsh rain pelted down onto you, you turn towards Huracan to notice that he had his eyes closed— enjoying the rain water that got soaked into his skin while you on the other hand felt a shiver tingling down your spine even though the air was warm.

Knowing that if you had to stay in the rain for way too long— you would definitely get sick but watching the boy enjoy the fresh water that falls onto him , you decided to wait a few minutes because seeing his face brighten up from just the simple feeling of rain water against his skin made you realize that the simple things in life is what makes living much better, it made you feel at ease with yourself.

A bright flash of purple and then a loud crackling noise followed by a hiss came from above you and Huracan shocks you at the loud noise and the thunderstorm that has finally brewed up, the rain became even heavier causing your heart to beat faster.

"Let's get back inside, we don't want to become fried fish today." You say, laughing at your lame excuse of a joke which Huracan didn't understand fully but he did understand that you wanted to go back inside from the way your body had stiffened slightly.

He was about to agree but then the sight of a shiny, shell that was a bit closer to the ocean water grabs his attention— he wanted to get that shell so that he could give it to you, forgetting that you wanted to go back in as he leaves your side, alarming you as he runs down the bank to go and retrieve the shell.

"Huracan!" You shout out alarmed, the rain pelting down heavily, the sky above you becoming dark— the only source of light now coming from the lighting that viciously flashed from above and the few outside lights from your house.

You slide down the steep slope to get to the boy only for your flip-flop to get stuck into something and in turn crashing into the youngster causing him to also fall and let out a small yelp.

"oh gosh, Hura! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to!" You cried out, you moved to his side to see that you had slightly bruised his knee cap, crimson escaping from the bruise as guilt consumes you from being so unconscious and not watching where you walked.

Huracan didn't feel much pain from the small bruise, he was about to tell you it's okay but you tore a small part of your shirt to help stop the bleeding. A small amount of blood covered your finger tips when you wrapped the small piece of cloth around his tiny knee cap, tightening the cloth around it.

A throbbing feeling around your ankle became prominent as you gazes down at your leg, to find that you had slightly twisted your ankle due to your flip-flop getting stuck onto something— that being the whole reason you slipped.

A small cry leaves from your parted lips, the thunderstorm viciously going on above them as the rain fell down. Your body was drenched in rain water, making you shiver adding more to the pain you felt in your ankle.

"Y-Y/N!" the young child cried out grasping onto your shoulders, he gazed at you to find that tears were also trailing down your cheeks with the rain water, your hands covered in wet sea sand and dabs of blood.

This made tears to form in Huracan's eyes, he was now scared and worried about you, the person that took care of him like he was their own child— he didn't know what to do to help you, making him feel even more worried and scared as the thunder flashed and rumbled.

Your body that trembled suddenly went stiff, your blood running cold— you felt like you and Huracan were being watched.

You were right.

The sound of something fluttering, similar to the sound of a rattle snake mingled with the harsh noises of the rain, lightning and the waves that crashed close by.

The fluttering sound stops , it suddenly goes eeirely quite, Huracan's whimpers go silent and before you could comprehend whether you was just feeling paranoid —something grasped the collar of the shirt you wore and pulled you harshly away from Huracan, throwing you to the other side away from him.

You heard Huracan scream your name out, your body feeling extremly numb, the world around you spinning while terror sunk into every firbe of your being.

Your neck twists to the side to see what had thrown you so viciously away from Huracan, fear laminating in your eyes, your gaze being met with the tip of a sharp spear, your body flinching away from it in terror but it was now pressed against the side of your neck in a threatening manner to slice your head off clean.

The lightning struck again, giving you a better vision of what was being hostile towards you , your eyes widening when your gaze falls on a man— his entire being radiate regality from the way his body oozed confidence to the jewelry that was adorn upon him. His chest covered in some sort of metal that was beautiful crafted, the same type of metal also adorning his biceps and wrists.

She also noticed that he had pointed ears, adorn with jewels just like the rest of him.

You shakily raise your hands, to say you was no threat or harm but this act seemed to make the man even more infuriated when he spotted dabs of blood smeared on your finger tips and then seeing blood around the area where Huracan was.

"How dare you take my son away and harm him?"

Shit. Was the first thought that came to your mind, you was right, Huracan did have someone to go back to— your thoughts being cut short when the cold tip of the spear pressed even closer to your neck that you could feel the pressure tearing slightly into your skin.

Your words were stuck in your throat from fear, you couldn't formulate a response except for a shaky breath to escape past your lips, your body trembling from pain and fear.

Due to your lack of response that made the King even more agitated, his spear was about to press into the side of your neck but tiny hands wrapped around his arm, holding it in place before he could slash at you.

"Father, please don't!" the young child cried out in his own language, this alerting the king who turns towards his son— the furious look that had adorn his face moments ago was replaced by one that was filled with worry.

"Huracan, my child. Are you alright? Did it hurt you?" his voice venomous when he says the word it , you didn't understand what they were saying but from the side glare the man had passed to you, you knew he had said something about you.

"No! Do not bring harm to y/n, she had saved me! Please do not harm her, she didn't do anything wrong. If you want to punish someone, father— it should be me, I should have never left Talokan." The boy sobs out, hearing Huracan's broken voice made your chest hurt— your eyes squeezing shut to prevent any tears from escaping as everything around you started to spin, the world around you becoming blurry as all the pain you felt physically and emotionally became blunt.

Your vision being filled with black dots that became larger until your eyes closed completely, body slumping into the sand— the fear you felt along with the pain made you fall unconscious this grabbing Huracan's attention, the boy letting go of his father's arm to rush towards you.

A cry leaves past his parted lips, his hands reached out to hug your cold body against his.

"Look what you have done, father. You killed her!" The boy says inbetween sobs, you was far from dead but to Huracan seeing your still body, no warm smile on your face and your eyes that twinkled with care and affection was no longer there— you looked dead to him.

K'uk'ulkan looked down at you. His son held onto you so gently, the rain easing down — the thunderstorm slowly clearing up.

"Hura.. she's not dead." The king says while his inner voice says 'well not yet'. He didn't trust you, this human but the way his son held onto you like his own life depended on you— he could not just kill you after he found out you had saved his son.

"You have to help her then or else I'll hate you forever." Huracan suddenly spat out— eyes shining bright with anger and saddness, his words stung K'uk'ulkan , his heart aching at the words his son spewed at him. An expression of hurt forms on K'uk'ulkan's face, a soft sigh leaving past his lips.

He glances down at your unconscious form that laid on the sand, his son's words floating around in his mind. He bends down towards you, taking in your features— noticing your skin has gotten paler and your ankle was swelling.

He was not keen on helping you, a surface dweller, he had hate for these disparage creatures but seeing how his son has become attached to you, clinging. He couldn't just kill you.

With one last glance towards your unconscious body, he looks back towards the raging ocean as he signals for Namora to come to him. He turns away and looks down at his son, his heart softening when he sees the tears on his cheeks as he sighs lightly.

'I'm only doing this for you my child.'

PART 5

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twilekass · 1 year

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y'all make chicken scratch with Namor fanfics using Spanish, I know DAMN WELL in the past I've seen bitches make Loki fanfics using fucking all of Norse mythology and it's native tongue. In ajawo' and the Talokanil literally spoke Yucatec Maaya

The caucasian audacity of y'all culture-vultures I swear, sometimes gatekeeping is okay because we want our ancestors to be PROUD of us to defend what they died fighting for in my opinion.

POC writers and readers rise up. I must add as a Bruja and history nerd not every noble/royal of ancient Mexico was Heterosexual. There were literally twin gods of homosexuality (Xochipili and Xochiquetzal literally the god and goddess of prostitution and other aspects of life, the og WLW and MLM solidarity) there was I believe a space/sky deity that was a Muxe (genderfluid/bigender for religious purposes to honor the gods). I believe there's a even a tale of lady Micte the Aztec goddess of life and death falling in love with a female priestess.

Anyways you get the point. We must collectively remember that cisgender and Heteronormativitly was forced upon us by the invaders. Take a step back because honestly based on Namor’s geography and history, I'm 50% sure he has a harem I mean come on he's In ajawo' of Talokan.

REMINDER; Be respectful to Olmec, Izapa, Teotihuacan, Maya, Zapotec, Mixtec, Huastec, Purépecha, Totonac, Toltec, and Aztec when researching.

#mcunamor #mcu namor #mcu fandom #namor of talokan #black panther #wakanda forever #black panther wakanda forever #marvel mcu #tenoch huerta #namor x reader #namor x y/n #namor x you #namor x oc #namor x original character #kukulkan of talokan #k'uk'ulkan

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Hey how are you doing. Hope you doing good and I just want to ask a question and that is have you seen black panther 2 and my next one was that if you write for namor.-🐸

A/N: 🐸!! Hi, I'm doing very well! I hope you are too! And yes, I HAVE seen Wakanda Forever and HOOOLY shit I love Namor so much. Tenoch Huerta the man YOU ARE !! anyhow yes I will write about Namor, but since I don't have any ideas for him yet, accept a headcanons if Namor fell in love with a Mutant!Readers that live near the beach (I'm thinking the beaches near Asia and Hawaii maybe) Enjoy Frog anon! <3

disc; this doesn't fit into any major MCU timeline but i like to think at some point Namor has grown attached to this mutant and has since become his bf (Before/after Wakanda Forever, up to you <3), Reader's ethnicity is not mentioned!

DEEP DIVE

NAMOR x MUTANT!M!READER

Tags: Namor x m!reader, mutant!reader, he/him pronouns for reader, nsfw, fluff and smut, headcanons, reader loves animals, (not me projecting) but reader has a pet shark, Namora mentioned, Talokan mentioned

You are Namor's mutant bf! Your abilities are being able to process oxygen in the water and to talk to aquatic mammals!

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You have a shark friend named 'Lemon' that you usually swim with

Namor thinks Lemon doesn't like him but you know the shark is just looking out for you

You teach him tricks and give Lemons snacks while Namor watches

Lemon likes to tease Namor when he sees him looking at you with heart eyes

You've introduced modern technologies to him (Phones, internet, earbuds, etc.)

He likes listening to your music with the earphones on, says it's one of the only 'Human' things he likes

Definitely dances underwater with you when you bring your waterproof earbuds

Namor brings gifts at every meeting

You've collected over a dozen shell necklaces and bracelets, some with gems you've never seen before

you've spent days swimming around the ocean with Namor, taking weeks off your vacation days just to be with him

He loves the look of your hair underwater

you sign when you're talking with Namor underwater since you can't let out the oxygen in your lung

Namor holds you with the utmost care, despite assuring him you've done extensive training as a mutant, he's still hesitant to bring you into Talokan without a suit.

"Mi amor, I can't risk taking you there without you getting hurt," He says one night as you both hold each other on a rock, tides splashing below your feet.

Talokan kids LOVES you. You play with them when you visit and they always surround you with so many questions about 'the world above'

You answer as you need, knowing Namor wouldn't want them to venture outside because of the curiosity, for their safety

you definitely talk shit about humans with Namora

One time you wore nail polish when you visited and Namora wanted to try them so bad, so she came with Namor the next time he visited the beach.

She didn't like the feel of it but she does like the color. Definitely will try to replicate it to withstand the deep Talokan darkness.

You've traveled a lot of distance underwater when you're on Namors back, visiting countries you've never imagined going to.

Namor loves the way your eyes shine when you visit a place you've always wanted to go, even if he could only look from the beaches to stay hidden.

He says humans wear "too much fabric," and their clothes are hindering their movements

You laughed, thinking about how he'd look in a three-piece suit, definitely annoyed with the collar and cuffs

You once wore a hoodie to the beach because it felt a little too cold to your liking and he short-circuited

"I take back what I said about the clothes, or this one.. At least,"

Genuinely thought it looked so cute on you he couldn't get it out of his head for weeks

He once called two orcas just because you said you wanted to see them up close

Summoned a lot of other sea creatures just because you wanted to see them

Has been on a humpback whale for the fun of it

Namor loves seeing you play with the animals, and talk to the mammals because you have the same fascinated shine in your eyes as he first saw you

Definitely brings you food items from underneath just so you two can have dinner

one of the only things he likes about the surface is the food, and you gladly cook them if it means a romantic dinner with Namor

Spending time cuddling by the shore every night

NSFW HC's!

Loves leaving marks on your skin, as he does too

He'd take you slowly, with care and caution it made your head spin from arousal

It took you months to convince him you can take harder, rougher, until he finally let go his restraints and saw stars

definitely holds your hand through it

pull his hair, hard, and he'll let out the loudest moan

leaves scratches and bite marks

aftercare ALL THE WAY

okay maybe he's just used to the cuddling and kisses after but he's not used to you bringing a thermos with warm water and a washcloth to clean him and that kills him.

Loves subtle touches; rub his arms, hands entwined, neck kisses, you name it.

When you top he goes crazy when you're deep inside him and you press just enough on the spot below his belly, he once came from that alone

tries not to curse, fails

Y'ALL HAVE UNDERWATER SEX IF YOU CAN'T FIND A SECLUDED SPOT ON THE BEACH

Requests are open <3

#namor x m!reader #namor x male reader #namor x reader #namor x original character #namor fanfiction #namor x you #namor fic #mcu namor #namor x y/n #namor fluff #namor smut #namor imagine #namor headcanon #marvel fanfiction #mcu fanfiction

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melancholymetropolis · 1 year

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"Namor… I don't have time for this."

The feathered serpent pressed light kisses up my shins, as he pulled the stilettos off my feet. He groaned loudly in response and locked eyes with me. A suggestive smirk on his lips, but the mutant remained silent. Those sweet kisses became sloppy as his hot mouth grew closer to my thighs. His strong hands pulled my rear to the edge of the desk and opened my legs. The pencil skirt I wore rose a little, slightly showing my thong to the man. Something in him shifted when eyeing the lacy piece of lingerie. It was even in his favorite color, turquoise. Namor took several deep breaths, in an effort to calm his growing lust, and looked up at me.

"Tell me what you want, my queen," he said, resting on his knees before me. "Tell what you want and I'll do it. I'll do it in a heartbeat."

I folded my arms across my chest and looked down at my husband. His obedience ignited desire into my being. It was hard to resist him, especially after all those nights we spent apart.

I pulled my skirt over my ass and pushed my thong to the side, exposing my dripping cunt. "Eat it."

Namor hooked his arms around my thighs and pushed them upward. His mouth was on my lower lips in seconds. The hot tongue dragged from my sopping hole to my aching clit. I sighed softly and leaned backward, resting on my arms. My eyes fluttered closed as his tongue lapped up my throbbing bud. Namor moaned loudly at the activity. His thoughts rang into my mind like a church bell.

He couldn't stop thinking about the time we spent apart. The cursed lab that stole me away from him and the needy assistants employed. He understood my passion to save the ocean was genuine and crucial to his way of life, but he simply wanted his wife by his side. He missed cuddling next to my warm body and feeling my skin pressed against his. Namor swore it was but a phase, that he would pass the honeymoon stage of our love soon. But, it had been over a year since we had gotten married and he was still wholeheartedly obsessed with me.

His soft lips slipped my growing clit into his mouth. Namor's tongue lapped against the underside, while keeping suction on the bud. His thumb teased my dripping hole. The pad of his finger playing with the slick as he sucked the pearl.

It could've been the petty up sexual frustration or the fact that he knew my body do well---- but my legs started to shake against his face.

That's it, darling. Cum for me.

He thought the phrase in his native tongue; I melted at the sound.

My hips rolled against his face, as my nails dug into the desk beneath me. My breathing became sporadic as my eyes squeezed shut.

I chanted his name like a prayer and gripped the hair on the top of his head.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!"

The orgasm hit me like a wave. Star exploded behind my eyes as my breath hitched in my throat. My mouth hung wide open as the please coursed through me. My thighs clamped around his head, but my husband couldn't care less. His continued to suck the bud, making the orgasm even longer.

You're so beautiful when you scream my name.

The lights began to flicker in the room as the desk started to shake. My powers greatly impacting everything around me. Papers flew off of the desk and my laptop was placed in a drawer. One by one the buttons of my blouse popped open to reveal the matching lacy bra. The shirt slipped down my arms, just as the bra straps did. The clasp of the garment was undone and my breasts sprang free.

I pushed Namor away from my sensitive bud and he rose to his feet. His jewelry undid itself and was placed on the other side of the room. His shorts rolled down to reveal his throbbing cock. Big, thick and all mine.

My panties rolled down my legs and were tossed to the side. I spread my legs wide for him and rested on my palms.

Fuck me.

My voice danced in his mind, making the mutant smirk. He closed the distance between our lustful bodies and gave me a sloppy kiss. His hands all over me. Gripping my breasts. Massaging my rolls. Pinching my thighs. Namor thought of every sexy name in the book and recited it over and over again.

Darling. Angel. Goddess

He worshipped me. Waited on me hand and foot. Made me feel loved in my darkest moments. He was down bad for me, just as I was for him. But, I'll never admit that out loud.

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mrsaguapapi · 1 year

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Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4

Chapter 5

Royal Introductions

Exhausted, I lay there, eyes closed, not wanting to move. I'm this close to dozing off before Marc leans in and kisses my neck, "You should use the bathroom before you fall asleep."

"No"

"You could get a UTI."

"Nothing magic can't fix" Without opening my eyes I wave my hand around like a wand, "Goodbye, UTI "

He quietly chuckles, "You're a comedian you know that?" He scoops me up and takes me to the bathroom, "Don't expect me to wipe for you" He drops me down and closes the door behind me.

Once I was done, I wash my hands and look in the mirror. My makeup is a hot ass mess; too embarrassed, I decided to take a shower to wash away my mess. I hear a small knock on the door.

"Come in" I reply

"Hey love, mind if we join?" by the happy tone of his voice it was Steven.

"Yes on one condition. Can you wash my hair" I ask

"I've literally always wanted to do this" He laughs. Steven sneaks in behind me and begins to shampoo my hair. He thoroughly massaged my scalp and ran soap from my roots to the end of my hair.

This is so comforting.

I don't allow many people to touch my hair. Honestly, Aunt May and Bucky were the only ones to wash my hair before this. May's gone and Bucky checked out.

Ughhh I don't want to see him tomorrow

Refocusing on my anxious thoughts, I realize Steven is unusually quiet, "What's on your mind hun"

Steven hesitates

I turn around and rest my arms around his neck and look him in the eyes, "You can tell me" I smile.

"I used to wash Layla's hair like this." he sadly responds, "I'm sorry, probably don't want to hear about our ex right after sex" he nervously laughs.

Leaning my head on his chest I sigh, "I'm hung up on my ex too; no need to protect my feelings hun, we all went into this agreement with no intentions of a relationship. Just a couple of broken people with needs" I joke. "But seriously you can talk about anything with me. When was the last time you spoke with her?"

"A few months. The last time we spoke, we fought. She said she hated us and left."

"I seriously doubt she means that. She was very upset and probably felt outnumbered by you 3. Want my advice?"

"Always"

"Reach out and ask to talk. Listen to her, don't interrupt, just let her get it out. Remember, Listen to understand not Respond. Marc and Jake, I'm talking to you."

"They say they resent that" he laughs. "Thank you, Millie"

"Of course"

We eventually get out, dry off, and head to bed. They fall asleep first and I lay there in their arms lost in thought.

I really do hope they fix it with Layla. I would be lying if I said I don't feel anything for them; It would be nice to end up with them but it could never work; they age, and I don't. How am I to have a normal life when I can't even grow old with someone? I refuse to let myself love someone ill have to eventually bury. I did try with Bucky though, I even looked into giving up my immortality for him.

Wasn't enough I guess

I push those thoughts out of my head for now and allow myself to sleep.

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The boys gift me a t-shirt and a pair of their favorite sweats as a replacement for the dress Jake ripped.

"Don't be a stranger, and reach out to Layla. Sooner rather than later okay?" with that, I give them a parting hug and kiss before I portal home.

Finally home I let out a long sigh and do a full-body stretch.

"Hey, you're home!" Peter yells before he runs to hug me, he looks down at my clothes and gives me a puzzled look, "what happened to your dress?

"Don't ask questions you don't really want the answer to."

He deadpans and walks backward, "You need church, a baptism, shit maybe an exorcism too"

I laugh, "What I need is a shower" The boys and I had an early morning; we fucked twice, 3 times if you count them eating me out before we got interrupted by their landlord.

I go take a quick shower and wash off last night/this morning's sex-scapades. Once again I do my makeup; nothing extravagant just something natural to highlight my features. After my face is done I check my hair and fix my edges.

I finally dress in my formal battle attire; a black leather high low tunic dress with gold accents as well as a white and gold shoulder cape I break out for special occasions like this. It's giving 'Game of Thrones meets Castlevania'. All jokes aside my uniform is interesting.

I found it tucked away in the Kamar Taj one day and when I touched it I felt strange. There was an old ancient energy about it so I decided to leave it there. But for a week straight I found it in places that it shouldn't be. One day I even buried it, and then the next day I woke up with it at the foot of my bed, dirt and all. I finally took it to Wong and he informed me that it was a magical relic and essentially chose me as its owner.

Reference:

Artwork by Me (Super rough drawing that I finished at 2am; just trying to give you a general idea)

'The Regalia of Rowena'; the original owner was Rowena Hemlocke an infamous witch who tried to harness the sun's power. Legend says it almost worked, but she couldn't handle the heat and disintegrated in a matter of seconds; all that remained was her clothes. Some would say that's a red flag but my toxic trait is that it picked me, so obviously it's true love.

Hehe

Finally, all done, I look over myself and I honestly feel beautiful. Not sexy or hot, but beautiful; It feels really good. I grab my suitcase and meet peter in the living room. Peter is dressed in a simple black suit, his Spidey suit isn't necessarily formal.

"You have everything you need? All the essentials? All your chargers? Your suit just in case?"

"Yes, yes, yes & Yes. You look intense; like I am kind of intimidated by both your beauty and power. Is this a slay?"

"Yes, Peter this is a slay" I laugh hysterically "Come on let's go, can't leave a Queen waiting" I open a portal.

The Vibe:

Otis Redding - Try A Little Tenderness

We step through and find ourselves outside of the Royal Palace. Immediately the royal staff took our bags to our rooms.

"This place is remarkable," Peter says in awe. "Just insane"

"I know right? You are gonna love Shuri's lab."

"Oh, I bet. I'm gonna walk around okay?"

"Okay, don't go far doors open any minute" Peter nods and walks away; I take a look around and see who else is here. No one I know, just a bunch of Wakandan leaders and noblemen. I think we are the only outsiders invited.

Spoke to Soon

James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes. I almost forgot he was coming. He's wearing black slacks and a dark blue sweater with a black coat over it. Doesn't sound like much, but Bucky is a simple man, I'm honestly surprised he's not in his signature leather jacket.

He cut his hair, It looks good

Staring and lost in thought I didn't notice him staring back. He sheepishly smiles at me, I quickly look away too embarrassed and sad. All the old unresolved emotions hit me like a car crash, I start to get anxious and nauseous. Around me, the air started to cool and the wind picked up rapidly;. the clouds begin to darken. The people around mutter in confusion; I can't breathe, I can't move, I can't speak.

Suddenly a comforting hand touches my shoulder. Shaking and on the verge of tears, I look and see who it was, Namor.

"Walker of Clouds indeed, I see you truly are a descendent of Ororo." He calmly speaks "Breathe." he pauses "It'll pass"

I close my eyes and focus on my breathing, after a few seconds everything around me slowly calms. It passed, I put my hand on my heart and breath for a few more beats, before I open my eyes. "Thank you" I softly say

So maybe I can control the weather...

He nods, "Are you okay Ki'ichpan (beautiful girl)?"

"I'm getting there." I chuckle. Namor was wearing his normal royal jewelry in addition to golden shoulder plates, kind of like armor; attached were red and white robes that flowed nicely in the wind. "I didn't think you would come. Also, we gotta talk about this 'Ki'ichpan' business. Can't keep casually calling me beautiful in all of our conversations"

"I almost didn't. My people advised against me being here but if we are to work with the Wakandans, it must be done. If anything happens my people are near." he leans into my ear, "I will call you beautiful because you are." The hand he has on my shoulder sneaks down to my lower back. "This is a lovely dress you're wearing. You look very," he pauses, "commanding"

Nervously I laugh, "You are one hell of a sweet talker," I look him dead in the eye, "Flattery will get you nowhere."

He deviously smiles.

I think he took that as a challenge.

Before he responds Peter returns, "uhhh" Peter looks at Namor's hand placement "Everything good here?"

"Yes, Peter everything is fine, just talking to a friend."

Without even acknowledging Peter, he looks at me, "Is this your Twin Flame Ki'ichpan?" he asks with a hint of frustration.

Is he angry?

"Ew" Peter and I say in tandem.

"This is my brother, Peter. Peter this King Namor ruler of..." I look at Namor for Help

Namor hesitates to respond, "Peter can keep a secret as easily as breathing air. You can trust him. All of us here are allies, you have my word" I assure

"Talokan. Ruler of Talokan" Namor Responds

"Well, it's great to meet you Namo- Mr. Namor sir. I mean King" Peter fumbles

"Namor is fine" he smiles

Before we could continue with introductions the doors to the palace open and we all file in, one by one. As we walk through, the announcers introduce us one by one. He gets to Namor,

"Introducing for the first time ever, King Namor ruler of Underwater Kingdom Talokan" Namor Bows and Walks away.

"UNDERWATER?" Peter whispered and yelled.

"So amazing," I say in awe

It was our turn to be announced, "Welcome Millaenyia Parker, primordial earth witch, master of the elements, And her brother Peter Parker, Spiderman, protector of New York " he pauses "One of the many heroes of the Batlle of Earth"

Peter and I bow and continue forward.

"They remember me?" Peter whispers

"Unfortunately no, but did you think I'd let them announce you as just a plus one" I reply

"Thank you" he smiles

"Of course" I respond

"Alrighty let's get through the night without embarrassing ourselves," Peter says

"No Promises" I nervously smile

Let the show begin

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 1 year

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Deadly Addictions, Part 4

《 Previous

Pairing: Ramone x Mirra x Erik

Summary: Mirra meets Erik again and begins a sexual relationship. (Had a lil help from @goddessofthundathighs with this one 🧡)

Mirra opened her door one early morning after hearing the doorbell ring. She was half asleep with the crust still in her eye and husk in her voice.

"What the fuck, Ramone!"

"Get dressed hermosa, you and me, we're going for a run."

"Ramone, you need to call me before you pop up like this."

"Go, go! Throw something on we'll run in your neighborhood and get some air."

Mirra hesitantly changed from jammies to a old sweatshirt and sweatpants, her feet dragging. Outside in the crisp morning air, she stretched releasing loud groans and cracks. She was jogging next to Ramone and waking up her body. Fourty minutes later after silently circling the neighborhood, they were sitting on her front steps.

"You've been avoiding me." He held up a hand when Mirra tried to explain. She wasn't sure what would come out, but she planned to make up something. "No.. you've been avoiding me," he reiterated, "And it's fine, but know that I will still come for our regular jogs or walks and I expect you to come outside and join me. Ok?"

"Ramone."

"AH-AH! No. The correct answer is? Let's hesr it.."

"Yes, Ramone," Mirra's words dragged. She sighed with trepidation, but also relief. Regardless of her efforts to avoid him, Ramone was there, expecting nothing but the pleasure of her company. It was very.. sexy..

She'd invite him in for a quick romp, but she was still afraid. She needed that testing and when the day came, finally she had it. Negative on all 10 counts. Never again would she get drunk enough to forget a condom, this was another shot of ice water.. a wake-up call to step up her personal safety measures and stop fucking around. She couldn't be so risky or else it would bring some very deadly consequences. She'd been spared.

In celebration, she took the opportunity to reply to a few of her good fans. She'd been hesitant considering her health was up in the air. "Yes, I can meet you," she typed to a local. He was in Los Angeles and ready at any point.

Mirra made her usual array of size and design choices for condoms available and she jawed the dick until it was gummy. This fan was an appreciative gentleman which was a welcome cleanser from her previous experience. She was feeling validated. Feeling good and safe enough to get back out there.

Mirra went to pick up her mother Janie and little brother Monroe, taking them to Beverly Hills for a couple of hours. They visited the designer shops where she let them each choose something within a budget. "Don't say I never gave you anything," she teased as Monroe dropped a heavy hand on her head. On any other occasion she'd have gotten revenge on the overgrown sprout, but she was in a good mood. Dinner was also on her at a spot called Maestro's, a snazzy chophouse with tasty steaks and a posh environment.

"Stop dancing and go pee," Monroe bossed copying her words to him all his life as she stood crossing her legs having had another sex flashback.

"Shut the fuck up," she whispered. He was ruining it by talking. She continued to squeeze her thighs together enjoying the subtle stimulation it caused.

"Stop that you're in public," her mother swatted.

"I just gotta pee, I wanna order first."

When they were seated Janie popped her thigh under the table. Mirra continued to give herself the subtle pressure and satisfaction as she waited, imagining her scenes and her last polite client.. the man and the woman from Club Rot. She couldn't help how vivid she imagined these things, her body remembered each sensation and she felt it all again, wanting to do it all again.

Monroe ordered chicken strips without looking at the small menu and her mother ordered spaghetti of all things not knowing it was made with squash. Mirra rolled her eyes silencing them both mid-order. "La-la-la, no. We're not doing that. We'll have 3 steaks. Mom, how do you want your steak cooked?"

"I'm not getting a steak!"

"Mommy, it's a steakhouse! They're known for their steak you have to try it. Medium well," she gestured to the waiter before excusing herself from the table. "I'll be back."

"Mirra! That can't wait?!"

"I gotta pee," Mirra whispered on her escape. "I'll be back.. I'll be back."

Alone in the women's restroom, she rushed to the big stall and took out her buttplug. It'd been in her asshole all day. She slowly pushed it back up and pulled her miniature vibrator. This model was small but very powerful. It beat the whole pussy up which felt good with a little dab of the lube she kept in her purse for moments like this. The relief was instant.

"Uhhhhhhh," she groaned with the buzzing as her body relaxed. She let out a long breath feeling the small but satisfactory orgasm like a speed bump. The drawback was the noise. People who entered the bathroom after her and heard it could recognize the sound of the vibrator, but most times people minded their business and today was the same. She washed her hands next to a lady who didn't say a word or look at her. It wasn't that big a deal. She checked her reflection in the mirror and barreled through the bathroom door hitting a body by mistake. She looked at the man hands, confused.

"Excuse me."

"Wrong bathroom? Wait. You sound familiar. OOP," she moved for the lady behind her. This man though. She'd fantasized about their encounter enough to remember. He stared down at her with shrewd and seductive dark eyes she'd never seen but it didn't matter.. that hair.. She'd had her hands glued to that locked high pony. She'd been slammed against the wall with those hands and pinned with that body. Who else had a body like that with hair like that and hands like that? This time he was in an all black suit.

"So you remember me."

"I don't know," Mirra frowned with a subtle bite of her nail. "Jog my memory."

"Shid," he pushed her back into the bathroom and harder into the large stall. Mirra’s hands immediately flew out to catch herself from crashing violently against the wall as he lifted her dress from behind.

"Wait.. Condom," she recalled pulling away briefly to fish the perfect one from her bag as he watched. He took the bag and tossed it to the floor pushing her hand away to reject the condom but she was dead serious. "Condom or nothing. I was drunk before, I'm not drunk now.

"I'm clean."

"Just put it on."

"Face the wall and bend over. Spread your ass." He licked his lips like a carnivore in heat when he spotted the anal plug, opting to first tease her by repeatedly thrusting it into her quivering hole. "We're in a restaurant, try to keep it down."

"Mmm," she hummed gently. His fingers swept her wet set of lips, up and down her labia, and two of his thick fingers slipped inside of her stoking her G spot and stretching at her entrance. He pulled on and twisted her plug as he slipped in a third finger.

"You're so wet. I wanna stick my hand in it." His dark chuckle sent a chill down her spine and a wave of her essence down her thighs as she imagined her plug being replaced by the mega horse dick she had such vivid memories of. “Ya nasty ass wants my big hard dick bad, huh,” he taunted, pulling that thing of beauty from his Nike briefs. “Which hole should I go in first,” he quizzed near her ear, slapping his third leg against her already sensitive nub.

"Put the condom on," she pleaded.

"Fine." He ripped the pack and slid the ring over himself. "That make you happy?" Before she could answer, he was already halfway inside of her pussy, stretching, her walls immediately hugging with no sign of release. He gripped her shoulder and her hip to thrust pinning her body against the wall with the force.

"Shit!" Her body was flung.

He was rough, yet careful as he repeatedly rammed his condom covered coke can into her. She panted and focused closely on taking that dick. The feeling of his scarred chest pressed against her back coupled with his hand around the front of her throat took her to Nirvana. The more his grip on her neck tightened, the tighter her walls gripped him as she came again seeing stars or particles.

“Y-Yeah,” Mirra panted. “I think I remember now.”

"Make me bust," he growled in her ear. He was already close and Mirra threw her ass until they both came, moaning in sexual bliss.

"Hey," she sighed catching her breath. "I didn't get your name, but you need to come by my house tonight for a part three."

"Oh, you need it again?"

"I will," she gripped his lapels stating her address. "Don't forget it, I'll be waiting. Even if it's 2 AM when you come, still come."

"Hm," he chuckled mischievously. "I'll drop by."

"Good," Mirra adjusted her clothes on her body. Her gait felt wider and her pussy felt a dull delicious ache. She grabbed her bag from the dirty floor and returned to her table ignoring the looks from her family.

"Thought you'd left," her mom stared. "Did you get hung up?"

"I.."

"Hm," he brother chuckled through his nose, his mouth full with steak.

"I fell into something and..," she paused bad with lies. "I ain't gotta explain myself, I'm grown! You already know. I ain't finna act like..," she cut into her steak, chewing a peice. "Anyway. How do y'all like the food."

"It's good, not as good as whatever you had in that bathroom, we should've brought your father then we could make the bathroom stink too."

"UGH," Monroe cringed and though Mirra was used to it, she too was disgusted, her face twisted.

"You ain't the only one needing dick, mine just at work but as soon as he come home.. I'm a ride that man like Seabiscuit."

"Please stop," Mirra begged while Monroe refused to eat.

"Mm," Janie hummed reminiscing.

Mirra went through her house hiding things of value just in case. Inviting a strange man inside her home where she lived alone was risky, but the way he fucked her was everything she needed and desired. He wasn't scared to fuck her like a dirty slut and even in public.

She took a long hot bath and watched back a couple of the private videos she'd made with fans. They were nasty. She was so involved in the head she gave, watching it back always shocked her. She was so sloppy with it! Her fingers played inside of herself in the water. There were more vids to come and she had studio shoots coming up almost back to back. Still, it wouldn't match the recent sex she'd had off camera. That shit was crack and something she'd freely admit she was addicted to.

Until he came for her, she'd chill and think about it. It was late and having learned her lesson from her unreliable ex, she didn't plan to wait up. When she got out the bath, she went straight to bed and fell easily into a dreamless sleep in the comfort of her crisp warm sheets.

"I'm here," came a whisper in her ear.

It felt like minutes after, but she knew it had been at least an hour. She didn't want to move. Anyone else would've told him another day.. that's what crossed Mirra's mind as she laid there.

"You been keeping that pussy warm for me?"

"Mm.. condom," she sighed regretfully lifting. All this for some bomb sex. It was worth it. "On the table," she turned making room for him in the bed. The bedside table's clock read 2 AM.

He snatched the condom up and flexed his rippling abs, broad chest, large biceps and veined forearms as he pulled off his black tank. Mirra watched, taken by his body, that blackened 666 tattoo big and in her face. He pulled off her blanket and her sheet to find her pleasantly bare and devoured her on the spot as her legs waved in the air. Her hand was locked around his ponytail of locs once more as she watched him. She thought the lesbian from Club Rot was good.. This guy was better. He ate like he was licking a bowl of sticky peanut butter clean and hyperfocused on her clit. She was ascending.

"What's your fucking name," she yelled desperate to know. She needed him, ever day as often as she could get him. "Oh my GOD," she growled through her teeth pushing his head closer into herself, relishing in the feel of his hands hard on her hips as she was about to cum. She was dead serious, she needed to be able to call on him.

He then climbed into the bed beside her and lifted her leg over his lap, going under to squeeze the head of his dick inside of her, pumping up and inside with a few girthy inches.

"Yes yes yes." Mirra swallowed her lips and squeezed her eyes shut while her body bounced, her titty being gripped simultaneously. She kept her hands at her head holding onto her pillow as he switched to a grinding motion inside. "Fuck," she gasped, "What can I call you.."

"Wait." He moved her onto her side, jumping up to her other side and pinning her legs up, tossing over her shoulder. Her left knee was pressed into her right titty. Her ass was turned directly to his pelvis. He pushed inside and she panted, her titty bouncing and the air forced out of her while he pounded her into the mattress. She couldn't speak. Her entire body was being pushed while she was twisted and she held onto her leg for something to grab while her breathing was hard. He was fucking her effortlessly, his hand pushing down on her leg and hip.

When he let her body untwist a little, the pressure from the ribs and chest lessened.

"I'm good at taking that big dick," she grinned sticking her tongue out. He released her and stood on his knees on her pillow with his monster cock waving over her face.

"MmmMmm," she grabbed it with two hands wrapping her lips around it hungrily, determined to suck it down. It was like swallowing a big remote or a heavy duty flashlight but the weight on her tongue was bliss. She loved to clean her own juices off, her head bobbing while he dropped it down into her throat. She messed around and sucked the condom off. He put it back on and moved back to the bottom of the bed between her legs.

"I hate fuckin in condoms," he grunted as knocked the head of his dick onto her clit, beating it. Mirra sighed in pleasure and sucked in sharp air. "If we fuck again I'm not wearing it. It is what it is." He pushed the head against her entrance so it squeezed inside, while she moaned and he held her thighs wide. In and out, in and out, he slid slowly.. then in again DEEP while he watched her come apart. "Next time no condom. I like to feel it all."

Long deep strokes with that dick had Mirra scratching her nails on the bed and clutching the pillow behind her head as the room spun. He spit on her clit as he pulled back and rubbed it in with his thumb while he went in deep again, stirring up water.

"Oh," he teased as Mirra came back to back and grabbed his knee. "You wanna ride? ..Come on then," he laid back.

"Shit," Mirra panted. She rolled on top of him onto her knees leaning forward, her smallish titties dangling over him. Her narrow hips bucked and grinded repeatedly chasing a butterfly of a feeling as she balanced with her fists on the bed, riding hard until she was the one who came again. She slumped but kept going, bouncing on her feet, her ass clapping down loudly on his lap. Slap. Slap. Slap. She ended up coming once more when he slapped a heavy palm on her ass, telling her to, "Ride. Don't stop now."

"FUCK," she yelled feeling wetness everywhere. "I need.. I need.."

"I don't give a fuck, ride this big dick. You wanted it. I came all the way the fuck here. Take that shit."

"Yes, yes, fuck," she panted slamming her ass down onto him, his palm slapping her ass repeatedly, egging her on.

"Don't stop. Keep riding that dick."

She planted her hands on his chest and bounced with him providing as assist and holding her up while she jumped until her legs were on fire. She switched to her knees and started grinding.

"Get back up there," his lip curled over his teeth, but Mirra's legs were done. She was a good rider with good knees. He wanted inhuman. She had him move to the edge of the bed so she could stand and sit on the dick, bouncing on it. It was less pressure on her legs for a similar result. She did it in her films. "Like that, faster," he pulled on her hips bouncing her like his personal fleshlight yet again. He had a dick only an experienced size queen or pornstar could handle the way he was pushing it on her like he wasn't Hulk-sized. She got up when he let her go and she felt like a gaping hole. He put three fingers inside of her and began fingering her hard, pressing her g spot until she gushed down his arm.

"Wait a minute," she put a hand out tiredly, her legs trembling. She wasn't used to tapping out but she was already sore and the orgasm he'd just triggered was a big one.

"Tomorrow?"

"Yes," Mirra pointed still not coming down like she typically would. She was still orgasming. She squeezed her fingers into his bicep yo steady herself and held on for another big one. "Uh, fuck.. Tomorrow," Mirra moaned. This had never happened to her before. The man left and she was bent over her bed trying to come back down and quiet her pussy from all the orgasming. She finally got it and by that time she was completely drained. She went right back to sleep waking up with the physical memory of what had occurred. She felt it all over. Luckily, when she got up and looked around nothing was missing so he wasn't a thief.

She brushed her teeth thinking about it and ended up sitting with a ziplock bag of ice between her thighs. She had a mind to take an ibuprofen and her crazy ass had said she'd do it again. She didn't have his contact or name to call him back and tell him she'd changed her mind, so she made herself a hot bath to soak in and returned to the ice.

I don't like the way we ended, but I feel like that's what you wanted. I feel like I ran out on you too quick, knowing how you are. But you know you were wrong. That was some foul shit you pulled. I don't know why you felt the need to do that shit or why you'd do that to me, but we need to talk. I wanna know why you did that and called me over to see.

Mirra deleted the message from her voicemail and called him back telling him to come over. "No, it's just me," she rolled her eyes, hanging up when he said he was on his way on his lunch break. On schedule, he was at the door and she was in her large terrycloth robe which was tied at the waist.

"DJ," she sighed letting him in. He stood instead of sitting, but she sat taking a sip from her glass of Sweet Peach Moscatto, her legs crossed at the knee. "So.. Let's talk," she folded her hands on her knee.

"It's this shit," he gestured to her. "You don't take nothing serious. Nothing gets to you. I don't get.. I don't understand how you can be so nonchalant about the shit. You called me so I could walk in on you getting your back caved in by two niggas..." He stared quizzically, but the answer wasn't simple. Not for Mirra.

She licked her lips and opened her mouth waiting for the right words to come. They didn't. "You knew how I was when you met me, don't act like I victimized you. You wanted to smash, I said come over. Never said I was alone."

"Mirra-" he sighed waving in frustration on his way to the door. He stopped. "I came over here to try and understand what the fuck be going through that brain. I don't get you."

"Yeah, I get that," Mirra nodded. "Not many people do."

"I don't hate you is what I'm tryna say. I just wanna understand."

"DJ, you're a good dude so I'll level with you. I like dick. I like sex," Mirra gestured to herself. "I like you, but we don't mix babe. You're a romantic. I'm a realist. You wanna share a sunset and give roses and that's cute. I like that too, but after the sunset I'm gonna wanna be on my thot shit. I wanna go fast... You need a woman more your speed."

"I guess so," he shrugged but Mirra still felt kind bad.

"You sure you don't wanna drink?"

"Nah," he rubbed his hands on his thighs, "I'm a go."

She saw him to the door and closed him out, having a seat on her couch again to finish her wine and think. "Mm," she stood heading upstairs to get dressed. There was a lot going on with all the niggas in her life and she was at the center of it.

That night when she got home around 11, she left her pumps at the door and flipped on the lights to find her latest sex partner sitting on her couch, legs wide and shirtless wearing that creepy ass ram skull with his tattoo out. Mirra nearly had a heart attack. She sunk halfway to the floor in shock.

"HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET IN HERE?!! GET OUT. GET THE FUCK OUT MY HOUSE!!!"

"I wanna fuck. You said tonight."

Mirra dropped to touch the floor for grounding. Her heart was still racing. "I need you to go."

"I'll go when I get what you got me over here for. I want some pussy."

"Take that damn ram skull off it's freaking me out!"

With his face showing, she felt better. She was able to stand and approach him when she could actually see his handsome facial features. The fear subsided and she stood towering over him.

"How did you get in and why were you sitting in the dark tryna scare me?"

"Your window was unlocked.. I did scare you.. didn't I," he smiled displaying gold-capped canines. He stood and her her head was at his chest.

"Don't do that shit, it's weird," she reiterated as he wrapped her in his arms and rubbed up her back under her shirt to her bra, unhooking it and pulling it from her shoulders with her shirt.

"Lil chaos never killed anyone," he whispered into her neck with a soft bite sending her head back in stimulation.

"Yes. It has." Still Mirra pushed him back into the couch and climbed in his lap, pulling his dick from his sweats and sitting on it. She was wearing a mini skirt with no panties to give her coochie some air and a rest. "I was sore today, this big ass dick..," she complained as she rode it.

"You gone be sore tomorrow too," he promised and though it hurt, it hurt so good. Mirra loved the stretch and the full feeling. She rode him on the couch switching to reverse like the previous night and then he picked her up tossing her on the kitchen counter and fucking her there. She sucked his dick on her knees by the fridge and gobbled his nuts like it was a niche video.

Every night for the remainder of the week was like this and Mirra found herself ignoring Ramone's calls again. She didn't want to hurt him and if DJs visit taught her anything it was how men cling and re-injure themselves. She didn't want that for Ramone so she couldn't make him think something that wasn't so. Most of all, she couldn't let him walk in on her the way DJ had.

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motomamisbizcochito · 1 year

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A sneak peek of a rough outline of my new Namor/OC fic(my outline is way bigger than this) I’ve managed to make my newest OC a Stark, Latina, and a marine biologist. To my readers, I know I already have a Stark daughter fic but I’ve decided to discontinue it. I’ve had the fic since high school and have attempted to rework it multiple times. I’ve rewritten it about four times now and I just can’t get into it anymore. It doesn’t make much sense and my heart isn’t in it and I’ve tried so many times to get back into it and I can’t. I think I created the character when I was a teenager and I’m a much different person now than I was then. This OC is much different than my other one and I think this fic could potentially be something I’m very proud of.

Anyways, the title is Holding Back which is loosely inspired by the Banks song of the same name. I’ve been listening to Serpentina while writing this new fic. I’m about 9,000 words in so far.

I’m not making another Stark daughter fic for the hell of it. The plot is focused a lot on Maritza being Tony’s daughter which is sort of how she crosses paths with Namor. Tony never dies in my fic.

By the way, I never planned on writing a new fic with all my WIPs but damn Marvel for finally giving me what I never knew I wanted and introducing Namor. If you told me three weeks ago that I would be writing another fic then I wouldn’t have been surprised but I also would’ve questioned it.

Will post a link when I publish the first chapter🥰

This also might be the first fic I post on here too🤯

#marvel #avengers #mcu #namor #namor x reader #tenoch huerta namor #namor x you #namor fanfiction #namor x oc #Namor x original character #namor x latina!oc

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namorweek · 5 months

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NAMOR WEEK 2024

Welcome to the the 5th Annual Namor Week, a fandom event dedicated to our favorite Undersea Anti-Hero! We welcome all new & old fans to the event and hope you can join in this year’s Namor Week on April 24 - 30!

(Art by @pointdotiozao )

Themes

Day 1 - Wings // Sun Day 2 - Prince/King/Emperor // Outcast Day 3 - Alternate Universe // What if...? Day 4 - Piercings/Tattoos // Scars Day 5 - Friends/Allies // Enemies Day 6 - Magic // Science Day 7 - Creator's Choice

The Rules

No sign ups, no checks, just create whatever you feel like creating! Choose one or all of the prompts. Please read and follow all rules to be a part of this event. Types of fanworks accepted: Fanfiction, Fanart, Podcasts, Edits, Playlists, Podfics, Aesthetics, Gifs, etc. you may commission work to be submitted but it must be created for this event, so no reposting an older work for this.

All work must be submitted on the day of the prompt, late works will be accepted up until end of the week. You may add your works to the Namor Week Collection on Ao3 if you wish.

All Fan Works must be original works created or commissioned for this event and it must focus on Namor or any of his supporting characters in the Talokan or Atlantis universes, examples but not limited to; Lady Dorma, Namora, Attuma, Fen, and more! Choose from MCU or Comic Canon, but it must be a canon character and the work may not use Namor or his supporting characters as background for other non Sub-Mariner characters or fandoms.

Fanworks must be tagged with #namorweek in the first five tags & tag @namorweek so that it can be featured on this blog by end of day, and unless otherwise stated then fanworks will be linked/cross posted to the Namor Week twitter. If you wish to participate on twitter and post there then simply @ the namorweek account there! All works will be rounded up in a master list.

Tag appropriately! If you have heavy themes, tag what your work contains!

Any fanwork*, ship, canon, canon divergent, or non-canon, romantic or platonic, welcome. However this is a character(s) week so please remember to keep focus on Namor, Atlanteans, Talokanil. *see banned content

Ship and let Ship & Don’t like? Don’t Read is in full force.

Banned

Racism, hate work (fanwork created to bash on characters), and other forms of hate are not tolerated or accepted. Including Anti Ship or Shipping Wars. Don’t create something just to be a jerk to other fans or shippers.

Pedo/Incest works are not accepted.

NamorSue, Namor/Susan in a romantic ship are not accepted. (Platonic Namor & Susan Storm is accepted.)

Namor x Reader, x Reader, Character x Reader, all works with x Reader or Character Imagines are not accepted.

Good Luck with creating and see you in April & if you have any questions please send an Ask!

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ironemrys · 1 year

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OH MY GOD MY DUMB ASS DIDNT SEE THE SNIPPET HOLY FUCK I’m excited 😏😏

here's another...

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poppetsisters · 2 months

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What do you think about the original human torch, I just found out he existed!

Despite his direct connection to Johnny Storm, I don't have too many thoughts about the Android Human Torch as a character. He'll be forever mythologized alongside Namor as the first official Marvel Superhero, but I've never read a comic starring him so I can't say.

Since I love and encourage people asking me questions, I'll share some extended thoughts.

Marvels by Kurt Busiek and Alex Ross does a lot to reignite the character, stating definitively that his appearance is the start of the Golden Age of Marvel. It only makes sense that The Fantastic Four, with member Johnny Storm taking the name, kickstarts the Silver Age of Marvel.

The Android Human Torch appears as a playable character in LEGO Marvel's Avengers. In the mission you unlock him, he clarifies that he's the ORIGINAL Human Torch, stopping short of outright naming Johnny Storm. The reason he couldn't say his name outright is likely because of the tomfuckery Disney was up to between 2015 and 2018 in which no X-Men or Fantastic Four characters could be used in any licensed media. The Android Human Torch is a loophole in that regard.

Also, the Android Human Torch is canon to the MCU! Look, there he is in Captain America: The First Avenger!

So yea, I wish I had more to say but that's about it. Go read Marvels, it's not very long but it's a wonderful encapsulation of everything great about the 40s-60s era of Marvel.

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wakandaiscoming · 1 year

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What You Need to Know about Namor and Talokan

I haven't done a comics-explainer post in awhile. Thought maybe now would be good. Except this isn't just about comics now, it's also about some real world mythology.

In the comics, Namor was one of Marvel's oldest superheroes. He was created in 1939, the same year as Superman. You may know that most of Marvel's biggest superheroes were created by Stan Lee. But Lee's best-known work happened after World War II, during the 1960s. So unlike DC, Marvel doesn't really have that many "Golden Age" superheroes.

Though some of the Marvel Golden Age characters have been retconned and reimagined in newer stories, only three really have been consistently popular since their original publication: Captain America, Namor and the Human Torch.

So Namor is important, not just because he is a powerful character in the comics, but because he was integral in Marvel's early publishing success in the real world. (Marvel, like many other comics publishers, struggled to stay in business during the 1950s because of a crackdown on comics as a "bad influence" on young people.) He's one of these three that kept the company in business.

He is, of course, also important for in-story reasons. Notably, Namor is considered Marvel's first mutant. That is, he was the first mutant character to have stories published about him by Marvel. Though he wasn't revealed to be a mutant until the 60s, he had books about him dating since the 30s, if that makes sense. (This was confusing to me as a kid because we knew there were older mutants inside the comic book continuity, nor the first to utter the word "mutant" but the first mutant superhero in our real-world chronology, if that makes sense.) I mention this because it will probably come up that he is the "first mutant" in press, as the world is dying for the X-Men to be introduced into the MCU.

It would make perfect sense if Namor is included in "The Mutants" or other mutant-related MCU projects. He is known to be part of the X-Men team in the crossover event "A v X", when the X-Men fought the Avengers. (I'm not going to get into the specifics there regarding the Phoenix force, but just known he was Team X.)

Inside the books, Namor is both Human/Mutant and Atlantean. Atlantis is the fictional world under the sea. In comics, his father is a human (with a mutant gene) and his mother is a princess of Atlantis. Thus he has both the powers of Atlanteans and human mutants. Because one set of superpowers isn't enough!

It seems, from the trailer, that in the film Namor will still be half-human but rather that his mother was human and his father was from Talokan.

In Mexica/Aztec traditions, Tlālōcān is a paradise ruled by the rain god Tlaloc. The name "Atlantis" has been removed for the film, as "Wakanda Forever" is trying to root this fictional world in Mesoamerican traditions, not Greek ones. As a mythology nerd, I will point out that Tlaloc is the name the Aztecs/Mexica used for the rain god but the Mayans used the name Chaac. There seems to be some picking and choosing with names because "K'uk'ulkan" is referenced in the trailer and that is the Mayan name for the god the Aztecs would have called Quetzalcoatl, which is the opposite choice.

In any case, it is not "Atlantis" in the film and it is also Talokan with a k not a c, which seems to give some distinction between the mythical place and underwater kingdom of the film.

The war cry used by the kingdom in the film translates to "Talokan rises" and is their version of "Wakanda forever".

But back to Namor himself. What are his powers? We don't really know exactly what he can do in the film, but in the comics, he's super strong and durable--something he gets from the non-human side of his family. He's over 100 years old but still looks good in tiny swim shorts. (Edit update: Tenoch Huerta said in a press conference that the film version of Namor is over 500 years old. This lines up with the speculation that the old timey scenes we see in the trailer are of the Spanish conquest of "the New World." So we may see his people forced into the sea to survive.)

His mutant abilities are related to the wings on his ankles, that give him the ability to fly. They also seem to have amplified his non-human powers, making him stronger and more durable than the regular undersea dwellers in the comics.

In the trailers, we see him easily deflecting attacks, suggesting he is as durable as the comics (where he can just stand there while people shoot at him with guns). He can also fly via the wings on his feet. Most notably, we see him using an ability to control water.

In the comics, Namor stole his hydrokinetic powers from the Spider-man villain Hydro-man. But it makes more sense to simply give him these in the film, as possibly mutant abilities. It is more impressive than feet wings (though those are adorable).

Namor is often an antagonist but also often a hero. This comes from his differing perspective from land-dwelling humans. Like, he did come out of the water to fight Hitler, for example. And he will help with alien attacks that might destroy the entire planet, but he is often at odds with humanity itself. (And to be fair, we do pollute his ocean and kill his people so maybe we deserve it.)

Namor and T'Challa are rivals in the comics, though they are also both teammates on the Illuminati at times (yes, those guys that Wanda killed in Doctor Strange and the Multiverse of Madness.) And, it should be noted, he has a particularly history with the Fantastic Four as well. It was the Human Torch (Johnny Storm, the second hero to carry this moniker) who helped him regain his memories and restore his powers in the 1960s. He is also often portrayed as in love with Sue Storm/The Invisible Woman, putting him at odds with Reed Richards, her husband.

Many hope that Namor in "Wakanda Forever" will help set up both the X-Men and the Fantastic Four in the MCU.

"Namor" is pronounced "Nay-mor" in the comics. In the film it will be pronounced that way and also "Nah-mor" (meaning "no amor" or no love), an intentional commentary about the way Latinx people often have their names mispronounced by the masses.

#black panther: wakanda forever #wakanda forever #namor #namor the sub mariner #tenoch huerta #mayan #maya #aztec #mythology #talokan #talocan #x-men #mutants #fantastic four #human torch #reed richards #sue storm

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The MCU Synergy Problem

It’s been a month since X-Men ‘97 came out, and just about everyone’s has already pointed what makes it so good.

-Staying true to the spirit of the original while still striving for its own identity

-Staying true to the characterization and depiction of the characters, and in some cases, improving on their characterization such as in the case of Jean Grey and especially Morph.

-Introducing new concepts, elements and characters that haven’t been explored in other adaptations yet.

-Having so many callbacks to the original while not coming off as nostalgia pandering.

-The animation and action! MY GOD! The animation and action!

Really, the only problem people have with this show is the weird love triangle between Rogue, Gambit and Magneto.

We already had to deal with the infamous love triangle Cyclops, Jean and Wolverine in the original, we did not need this.

Not only is this just unnecessary, it’s also just weird since in the original, it was never even implied that Rogue or Magneto had any sort of history between each other at all.

But here, they met during Rogue’s days with the Brotherhood. And I think when they met, Rogue was still a teenager.

During that time, the two grew an attraction towards each other and although it’s not explicitly stated, it is implied that they did….ya know…

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Man….

Although I do enjoy Magneto, unlike a lot of other people, I can acknowledge that he’s kind of an awful person.

He’s a supremacist, a terrorist, a mass murderer, a violent, abusive psychopath, and a deadbeat father (well, when he used to be a father but we’ll get to that soon).

But never though that “groomer” would be an addition to that list as well.

All I can say is that….if this show took place in the modern day, Magneto ain’t beating any allegations.

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But besides all that, another major positive people have with this show is just how….comic booky it feels, which is something that’s been lacking with a lot of Marvel content for the better of a decade now.

But before we get into that, let’s take a little history lesson.

Marvel was founded all the way back in 1939 by Martin Goodman….but it wasn’t called Marvel at first, it was actually called Timely Comics. But by 1951, the name of the brand was changed to Atlas Comics.

During this era, the comics saw the introduction of several characters include The Human Torch (the android), The Whizzer, Miss America, The Destroyer, the original Vision and The Angel.

But the two most notable characters introduced during this time were none other than the patriotic fighter of justice Captain America and the anti-heroic aquatic incel Namor the Sub-Mariner.

But Marvel would become the comic book powerhouse we know them as today starting in April of 1961, when Altas Comics was changed to be part of the newly-named Marvel Comics brand, helmed by the legendary duo of Stan Lee and Jack Kirby.

And over the course of the 1960s, Marvel would not only quickly become the biggest name in the comic industry (only being rivaled by who else, but DC), but also introduce many of their most recognizable stars.

This would include the likes of The Fantastic Four, The Incredible Hulk, Thor, Ant-Man and The Wasp, Iron Man, The X-Men, Daredevil, Doctor Strange, The Inhumans, Black Panther, The Silver Surfer, Black Widow and Hawkeye, and of course, the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

And in addition to tons of, in the words of Yogurt…..

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Marvel would also see plenty of entries into the wider world of television.

From the anthology series Marvel Super Heroes, to the acclaimed five-season run of The Incredible Hulk starring the legendary bodybuilder Lou Ferrigno, to the absolute meme-fest that was the 1967 Spider-Man cartoon.

But Marvel really found their footing amongst the public consensus in the 1990s, largely thanks to their animated shows.

We had X-Men ‘92, Spider-Man, Iron Man and Fantastic Four ‘94, and The Incredible Hulk ‘96.

What made these shows stand out from their predecessors was that they strived to actually be adaptations of their respective comics.

Yeah, prior to these shows, all of the cartoons were largely villain-of-the-week shows with little to no continuity and apart from the characters, didn’t really take a whole lot from their source material.

But these shows actually went out of their way to actually adapt storylines from the comics, had ongoing plots, and much stronger characterization than before.

And even besides that and of course, merchandising, Marvel was making quite the name for itself in the world of video games. Most notably the ones that were made by Capcom, which included the likes of The Punisher, X-Men: Children of the Atom, Marvel Super Heroes, X-Men: Mutant Apocalypse, and most famously of all, Marvel vs. Capcom.

Their status among the public consensus became even stronger when the 21st century rolled around.

This was largely thanks to the multiple films based on Marvel Comics properties that came out during the 2000s.

This included the likes of Sam Raimi’s Spider-Man trilogy, Ang Lee’s Hulk film, Tim Story’s Fantastic Four duology, Mark Steven Johnson’s Daredevil, and (Sirs whose names will not be mentioned here at all)’s X-Men series.

And apart from the merchandising (which was stronger than ever before thanks, this 2000s would see some of the best video games based off the Marvel Comics and its IPs.

Marvel vs. Capcom 2: A New Age of Heroes, Incredible Hulk: Ultimate Destruction, X-Men Legends and its sequel Rise of Apocalypse, Marvel Ultimate Alliance, and Spidey himself had a multiple of great games from this era.

From ones based off his cinematic outings, to ones based off his alternate universe escapades (Ultimate Spider-Man), to ones that featured the characters’ worst voice actor to date and was responsible giving us that famous depressed Spidey walking meme (Web of Shadows).

But everything would change for Marvel in 2008 with the release of….

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This film would not only serve as the invincible armored Avenger’s first outing on the big screen, but would also be the start of one of the most well-known and influential pieces of media in Marvel’s entire history…..

The Marvel….Cinematic….Universe….

Just about everyone knows about the MCU.

It only not made the characters of Marvel even bigger than before (along with introducing some of the more lesser-known characters to the general public), but also helped popularized the concept of the shared cinematic universe in general.

The franchise has gone on to become one of, if not, the biggest and most successful film franchise in history and has left a major impact on the world of cinema and even Marvel themselves.

And unfortunately, not really for the better…..

Everyone has already pointed how much of a negative influence the MCU has had on the media we consume.

From the multiple failed attempts from studios who desperately wanted to trend chase by making their own cinematic universe, only for these attempts to end up being massive failures, to a lot of writing in many films post-Avengers having this quippy and observational sort-of-write that while beloved at first, has gone on to become seen as annoying and tiresome…..

But I really want to focus on the effect it’s had on Marvel as a whole.

To start this off, let’s look the place where this MCU effect has been the biggest problem…..and it’s ironically enough, the comics.

Ever since MCU began, Marvel has been adapting elements from the MCU into the comics, which became especially more apparent after the first Avengers film.

And while Marvel is no stranger to adapting elements from Marvel media outside the comics, it’s never been to this extent.

This synergy has seen major changes in the appearances and characterization in many of its characters, including…..

-Iron Man being portrayed as far more snarky and quippy than he previously was. At first, people were on board with this change, not only because people liked Robert Downey Jr’s portrayal, but also because during the mid-2000s, Iron Man was not a popular character. Not in the frankly overused and tired “nobody knew who Iron Man was prior to the release of the first film” way. But more in the sense that everyone hated him during that time. This was largely thanks to the absolute clusterfuck known as Civil War, which turned Iron Man into a full-on villain. Plus he was indirectly responsible for One More Day, aka the worst Spider-Man story ever written.

-Loki became far more heroic and started looking and acting more like his MCU counterpart. Hell, the Loki we know today isn’t the same one introduced back in the 1960s. That Loki died all the way back in 2010, and the one we know today is essentially his reincarnation. And this reincarnation was not only introduced in the exact same year that the first Thor movie released, but in the exact same month as well!

-Thor started acting far more goofy and air-headed like his MCU counterpart following Thor: Raganrok.

-Hawkeye started giving off what could be best described as “uwu small bean tired dad” in the Matt Fraction run, which started just 4 months after the first Avengers film.

-Agatha Harkness having her appearance changed into that of a much younger woman following Wandavision.

-Introducing the Ten Rings following Shang-Chi, and having the titular hero being the user of them instead of just being Bruce Lee like he had been for last 50 years.

-Literally everything involving the Guardians of the Galaxy.

Its also led to tons of the characters getting somewhat phased out like….

-Iron Fist, due to the poor reception of his MCU show and complaints towards him being a “white savior”.

-Hank Pym and Janet Van Dyne, aka the original Ant-Man and the Wasp, who were also two of the five founding members of the Avengers. But despite that, neither of them appeared in the first Avengers film. And although it was a loose adaptation of The Ultimates, Hank and Janet were still present in that story as founding members of the titular team. Hell, Hank definitely has this the worst as he was killed off back in 2015, and was only recently brought back from the dead…..and he’s an old man now. I wonder why?

-Valkyrie, who was not only killed off permanently after Thor Ragnarök, but replaced with not one, but two characters very similar to the Valkyrie that appears in Ragnarök.

-The Inhumans, who had a major push in relevancy in order to promote their upcoming movie and TV show. But after the former got cancelled and the latter ended up being a massive flop, they ended up being banished to the shadow realm and barely acknowledged anymore. Also, the reason for their push plays into a later point.

-Quicksilver, which also plays into that later point I just mentioned.

-Black Panther, who Marvel seems to be somewhat edging out in the comics literally because of Chadwick Boseman’s passing.

And worse of all, retcons……such as…..

-Quicksilver and The Scarlet Witch being revealed to have never been Magneto’s children nor mutants at all….shortly after the release of Age of Ultron.

-Shang Chi’s biracial heritage being rewritten to have him being fully Asian shortly after his film.

-Nebula, in addition to being made to look and act more like the movie version, also was revealed to be Thanos’ adopted daughter and Gamora’s sister….just like in the movies.

-Ms. Marvel being revealed to have been mutant all along instead of an Inhuman…..just months before the release of The Marvels.

-Thor and the other Asgardians are not mythical beings, but actually aliens who were mistaken for gods by humanity….who just so happen to use magic (yeah this is a weird one because it constantly keeps flip-flopping between one or the other).

-Nick Fury being revealed to have had an illegitimate son who looks exactly like the MCU Nick Fury, who himself was based on the Ultimate Universe version of Nick Fury, who was African-American and modeled after Samuel L. Jackson. This is really weird because if they wanted a Samuel L. Jackson inspired Nick Fury, they could’ve easily just waited for the 2015 Secret Wars event and just had the Ultimate Nick Fury be one of the surviving inhabitants of the Ultimate Universe to be brought over to the 616 Universe along with Miles Morales, The Maker, and that son of Wolverine everyone forgot the existence of (even Marvel themselves!).

So yeah, as you can see, this is quite a problem.

Marvel has essentially been trying to make the comics resemble the movies rather than the other way around.

Which has not only gotten annoying and tiresome, but it’s also pretty disingenuous.

I mean, you’re pulling from a source material that has literal decades of content and lore to use, and now you’re actively trying change and contradict that lore just because of a series of movies adapting said source material?

This is obviously because they’re trying to appeal to new Marvel readers who came right from the movies.

But for some reason, Marvel seems to believe that general audiences have never heard the word “adaptation” before.

But this isn’t just an issue for the comics, it’s also an issue for…..pretty much every medium Marvel can be represented in.

For over a decade, Marvel has been essentially trying to push the MCU as the default everything.

Anything Marvel related: it all has to be similar to the MCU and barely anything else. And if it can, just utilize any of the comics written post 2010.

It’s pretty much the same problem that a lot of recent Spider-Man media suffers from.

When they’re adapting stuff, it’s almost always from the cartoons, Brian Michael Bendis’ Ultimate Spider-Man and Dan Slott’s run on Amazing Spider-Man.

And this has often come to the detriment of many of the non-MCU projects released during the 2010s.

Three of the best examples of this I could think of were Avengers Assemble, Square Enix’s Avengers, and Marvel vs. Capcom: Infinite.

Avengers Assemble is famous for being the Marvel cartoon that was only created just to ride on the success of the first Avengers film.

But in spite of this, it was apparent during the first two season that this show was striving to have its own identity. Specifically utilizing some of the lesser-known faces of Marvel.

But as the series went on, the MCU got bigger and bigger. And as a result, the show started to get bogged down by MCU synergy.

From having storylines that were obviously done to tie into whatever movie came out not that long ago, or even changing characters appearances in order to better reflect their MCU counterparts.

The best example of the latter was with Falcon, who was a member of the main cast.

During the first three seasons, he actually stood out from the rest of the team visually as his outfit wasn’t trying to emulate the MCU.

It wasn’t emulating the comics either because I think that outfit of his was wholly original to this show.

But during season 4, Falcon ends up going through a time warp. And when he comes out, he’s been aged up from a young college-aged man to a grown man around the Avengers’ ambiguous age range and is wearing an outfit similar to his MCU counterpart.

Now we come to Square Enix’s Avengers.

My God…..was there anything this game did remotely right?

Or at least competently?

And one of the many flaws of this game was its roster.

And this actually plays into another major point on how stifling MCU synergy is.

Ever since the first Avengers movie, whenever the titular Avengers appear in just about anything, they’re almost always shown having the same roster.

That being Captain America, Iron Man, Thor, Hulk, Black Widow and Hawkeye.

Sometimes there will be other members like Falcon, Ant-Man, Wasp, Black Panther, Vision and Captain Marvel, but that’s because those guys are also major names in the MCU as well.

Like for God’s sake, switch it up a bit!

For the next major thing the Avengers appear in, how about we have a roster based on like…..

The Heroes Return roster, or the Hickman roster, or the Englehart roster, or the New Avengers roster, or the Stern roster, or the West Coast roster, or even the Classic roster!

But back to the Avengers game, they didn’t even commit to that never-changing roster I just mentioned!

When the game released, the Avengers video game had Captain America, Iron Man, Thor, Hulk and Black Widow as the main Avengers roster until Ms. Marvel joined up.

Yeah, Hawkeye didn’t appear as a part of the roster until his own DLC with Kate Bishop!

As for the other additions to the roster, we had Spider-Man, Black Panther, The Winter Soldier and the Jane Foster Thor.

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Yeah, when looking at this game as an adaptation of the comics (which it barely was), the roster is absolutely pathetic when you look at the INSANE amount of members the Avengers have had over the decades.

And when looking at this game as an adaptation of the MCU, it didn’t even commit to that!

This is even more of the case when you look at the list of characters they initially had planned, but they obviously had to drastically cut all that for the sake of time constraints.

Hell, if you want to see something really sad, just look at the villain roster.

Over the 3 years this game was around, it only gave us 4 (yes 4) villains.

M.O.D.O.K., Taskmaster, The Abomination and Klaw….

Yep! Just these four schmucks!

No Red Skull, no Mandarin, no Baron Zemo, no Leader, no Ultron, no Kang the Conqueror, no Absorbing Man, no Wrecking Crew, no Enchantress, no Whirlwind, no Crimson Dynamo, no Circus of Crime….

Hell, they don’t even have Loki, the most popular and well-known Avengers villain!

It’s even more sadder when you consider the DLCs, i.e Spider-Man, who despite having undoubtedly the most well-known rogues gallery in all of Marvel, not one of them appear at all in his DLC!

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In the wise words of a young redheaded YouTuber who likes to talk about Spidey….

“How easily you got showed up by Fortnite!”

If you want more detail on the history of this game and what went wrong, I suggest watching Matt McMuscles’ What Happened video on the game, but basically the reason that the game was the way that it was due to the laziness and apathy of Square Enix, the inexperience and slight incompetence of Crystal Dynamics, having WAY too many cooks in the kitchen (i.e., they worked with five studios, all of which were located in different parts of the world), and most of all, the utter greed of Marvel.

And funnily enough, this game ties into my next talking point…

Marvel vs. Capcom: Infinite! The fourth and possibly final game in the series….and is regarded by just about everyone to the weakest game as well.

Just like Avengers, one of (if not) the biggest criticisms of this game was the roster.

Infinite had a roster of about 36 characters, having the second smallest roster in the series’ history, only surpassing Clash of Heroes’ 15.

This was quite the surprise when compared to the previous game, 3’s 48 characters and especially 2: A New Age’s 56.

As for the roster itself was made of both veteran characters and new characters.

Returning from the previous game, we had Spider-Man, Captain America, Hulk, Iron Man, Thor, Doctor Strange, Dormammu, Ghost Rider, Nova and Rocket Raccoon.

Also returning were two faces that hadn’t been seen since 2: Venom and Thanos.

As for the new characters, we had Captain Marvel, Black Widow, Hawkeye, Black Panther, Gamora and Ultron.

Yeah not exactly the most interesting roster.

And I’m sure many of you noticed by now, there’s something notable characters missing from the roster.

Namely the X-Men, their villains and Doctor Doom, all of whose have been staples of the franchise since the beginning.

And there’s a reason for that….

A very, scummy reason….

I already mentioned this in my X-Men: The Next Mutation post, but it does bare repeating her.

As ths MCU became more popular, Marvel became focusing on pushing the Avengers as their premiere superhero team, with the Fantastic Four and X-Men essentially being dethroned.

Along with that, their relevance in the comics notably began to degraded, and barely began making appearances in media outside the comics.

The reason for this, apart from Marvel focusing on cashing in on the Avengers, was because despite still owning the overall rights for the FF and X-Men (which, why wouldn’t they?), their film rights were still owned by 20th Century Fox.

Since Fox was pretty much a rival company to Marvel until Disney bought them out, Marvel basically saw any form of X-Men representation as free-marketing for Fox.

So they decided to essentially not to allow any FF or X-Men related characters to appear in any media outside the comics and even reduced their overall presence as well.

Which is why Quicksilver, Scarlet Witch and the other non X-Men mutants were retconned into not being mutants, why Quicksilver himself has been sort of been an afterthought in recent years, why the Inhumans were pushed so hard, and why the FF and X-Men characters weren’t in this game.

Plus the justifications and excuses for this from the developers are absolutely hilarious, because you can just tell that they’re lying through their teeth while being held up at gunpoint by a bunch of Marvel executives.

Oh yeah, let’s bring up the other biggest elephant in the room and want led to Square Enix developing Avengers.

After Infinite came out and got quickly abandoned by the player-base, many people at Capcom have come out to reveal just how awful is was working with Marvel and Disney.

They weren’t just pushy with who and who couldn’t be in the roster.

They were also pushy about how the characters that would in the roster would be portrayed (specifically wanting them to heavily resemble their MCU iterations) and even changing their themes to be exactly like the MCU ones.

Hell, this pushiness was so bad that for the trailers, they did not want the Marvel characters to be depicted as losing!

This was also issue back during 3 as well, but it was essentially amplified during this game.

This really shows just how petty Marvel really is….

They’re willing to ignore and downplay the existence of two major players of their brand that people have loved for decades and were created by the two men them helped make the company they are today.

They’re unwilling to compromise and it has to be their way or the highway.

And this pettiness eventually came to bite them in the ass as Capcom’s statements about working with them eventually reached many of the other big video game developers.

And soon enough, when Marvel was trying to find someone to develop Avengers, none of the big game developers wanted anything to do with it!

Eventually, they did find a developer with Square Enix, who already had experience working with Disney via Kingdom Hearts.

It’s actually ironically hilarious that the heads at Marvel believed all three of these projects would actually be successful because of the MCU synergy, but they all ended up being flops because of said MCU synergy!

But this desire for MCU synergy has not only negatively affected non-MCU project of this time, but even ones that either came out before this desire or….never came out at all.

I’m sure many of you remember The Avengers: Earth’s Mightiest Heroes.

This show was essentially a love letter to the Silver Age comics of Marvel and strived to be an near-faithful adaptation of many classic and even recent Avengers storylines, while also having its own unique spin on it.

Hell, in some cases, the EMH versions of these storylines are actually better than the originals, especially in the case of Secret Invasion.

Sadly, the show got cancelled in 2012 after 2 seasons and 52 episodes…and to this day, EMH probably has one of the dumbest and scummiest reasons for cancellation in television animation history.

The reason this show was cancelled because Marvel wanted to replace with it a show that was more in-line with the MCU, aka Avengers Assemble.

Yep! Not low ratings. Not bad critical reception. Not budgetary reasons. Hell, not even bad toy sales, which was a major reason for a lot of action cartoons around this time getting the axe!

And it doesn’t get much better from here.

During the 2010s, there were a lot of promising Marvel projects that never saw the light of the day, with two of the most notable being the animated Deadpool series and Marvel Era.

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Following the success of 2016 film, FX and Marvel Television decided to collaborate to created an animated series based on the merc with the mouth, with Donald Glover (yes, that Donald Glover) being one of the main showrunners, alongside his brother Stephen.

However, the series was cancelled almost a year within its development, with the main reason being that Marvel wasn't particularly big on the vision that the Glovers had for this series.

And apart Donald speculating racism on Marvel’s part (which give the that Jeph Loeb was meant to be an executive producer on this series, that possibly could be the case), another possible factor for the show’s cancellation was because of Deadpool’s connection with the X-Men, and during this show’s production, Marvel was still in their “the X-Men don’t matter anyone” phase.

And it really sucks because the pitch animation for this was really good and made this seem like it was going to be a very fun show.

New we come to Marvel Era.

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Out of all the cancelled projects, this was perhaps the most interesting.

Marking a first for their animated shows, this would’ve been an anthology series released in 2014 to commemorate the 75th anniversary of Marvel Comics.

It was going to be produced by Powerhouse Animation (best known for Netflix’s Castlevania series) and it was gonna have 7 stories, with each other being themed around a different decade and focusing on a different character.

There would’ve been a 40s story focusing on Captain America, a 50s story focusing on either Wolverine or Namor the Sub-Mariner, a 60s story focusing on the X-Men, a 70s story focusing on The Heroes for Hire, a 80s story focusing on The Punisher, a 90s story focusing on the aforementioned Deadpool, and a 2000s story focusing on Captain Marvel.

This honestly seemed like it was going to be a really great show, which was enhanced by the absolutely gorgeous animation of the pitch trailer.

Unfortunately, Powerhouse announced that the project was cancelled because it wasn’t what Marvel Television were focusing on.

Which is code for: Marvel didn’t want it because it wasn’t MCU adjacent….

To wrap this up, I just wanted to bring up the reason I made this in the first place.

Over the last few weeks, there was a leak for a upcoming episode of X-Men ‘97, which showed a shot of Captain America’s shield.

And this led many people to somewhat groan, believing that this was yet another case of MCU synergy.

And although this was proven to be false, it really does speak volume with how much influence the MCU has had.

Although it has brought lot of Marvel’s star characters into the mainstream, the MCU has shaped and changed them so much, that it seems like they can no longer exist as characters who have existed for literal DECADES.

They always have to be associated with a film franchise that has existed for about 1/6 of their existence in fiction.

But I think the biggest takeaway to all this is that this constant MCU synergy kinda shows a lack of reverence for Marvel’s legacy.

Look at this merchandising from the 2010s and 2020s....

In most of this merchandise, the character roster featured is almost always the same.

The Avengers, Doctor Strange, Spider-Man and the Web Warriors, and the Guardians of the Galaxy.

The Inhumans were also apart of this roster until, as I mentioned earlier, got banished to the Shadow Realm....

Occasionally you'll get some of the other cosmic characters like Nova, She-Hulk and some of the street-level heroes like Daredevil, Elektra, Ghost Rider, and The Heroes for Hire.

But those are few and far between.

But other than that, it's largely the four I mentioned earlier.

Because they're the main faces of the MCU, and as we all know, everything has to be related to the MCU in some way....

But now let's compare that to some Marvel merchandising from the mid-to-late 2000s and early 2010s....

Upon seeing this, you can tell that there’s a far greater sense of appreciation for Marvel.

This merchandising pulls from nearly every corner of the Marvel Universe you can think off and features characters from the heavy hitters, to the borderline obscure.

Plus it still heavily features the Fantastic Four and X-Men characters, who, may I remind you, spent a good chunk of the 2010s having their presence greatly reduced and their existence constantly threatened or denied because of movie rights!

All in all, Marvel really needs to stop the MCU synergy.

In spite of what they think, it’s clearly done nothing but harm and stifle many potentially good (even great) projects.

Not only that, but it’s also gonna start harming the Marvel brand itself with how homogenized they’ve made everything and the rapidly increasing lack of interest in the MCU.

Plus its also brought out the worst in Marvel.

From cancelling projects for stupid reasons, to showing a lack of respect for the legacy they’ve build, to literally being difficult to work with because of how they want everything to be their way.

But things do seem to be looking up a bit….

There’s been the multiple of Spider-Man media of the last few years , which has been one of the few Marvel projects that aren’t bogged down by MCU synergy.

Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur also ended being shockingly really good, and although it does have some MCU synergy, it’s pretty minor.

And now we have X-Men ‘97.

It does appear that there’s some kind of movement in Marvel to actually start making projects again that aren’t being made to be a glorified MCU circle-jerks.

And hopefully, this could led to some really unique and interesting projects, specifically for this year.

Since remember, this year marks the 85th anniversary of Marvel Comics, so that’s pretty big!

But then again, their corporate overlord had an utter embarrassment of a year for their centennial….

And Marvel themselves also contributed to that as well….

#marvel #marvel comics #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #mcu synergy #disney #xmen 97 #avengers assemble #marvel vs capcom #deadpool #but seriously please the stop the MCU synergy it’s has been so. fucking. annoying.#avengers earth's mightiest heroes #Youtube

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The Stark Legacy (26)

Tony Stark's daughter (OC) x Bucky Barnes epic slowburn

Capacity, part of Book III: Power (see previous or series)

Summary: Tony works with Namor to pay Lil'Sam's debt.

Warnings for canon-level violence (hunt for an enemy). Also, this was originally written way before MCU's version of Namor came to screen, and the character is more like the comics' version. Rated Teen/15+ ONLY, please. WC 2.5k

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX—April 2039

I do not want to die here. I will not die out here, Tony repeated again, watching Namor emerge onto the tiny island beach with a fresh catch of kelp in hand, and for once, a surprise of actual fish. As a superhuman, Namor understood very little about nutritional requirements for ‘surface-dwellers.’ Protein from fish was a treat that night.

Tony had never gone that long in space. Now on Earth, he felt pummeled towards the ground at all times. His muscles struggled; his lungs grew tired. ‘One step at a time’ became a mantra he repeated over and over. Namor, surprisingly, allowed Tony his time to physically recuperate as long as his mind remained in spitfire condition, which was no easy task while cut off from radio contact on a remote island.

The buoyancy in the water helped. His muscles needed the rest. Tony abhorred eating in front of Namor, the challenge being to lift the weight of the food and repetition of minute motion without any aid from his suit, but the King of Atlantis seemed unimpressed by Iron Man’s shaking hands or slow rehabilitation in normal gravity.

Friday used low-power mode to ignite the pile of wood he’d assembled then minimized his suit for his daily physical therapy, using his own muscles instead of his iron-aid. His initial fear of dying due to dehydration evaporated when Namor summoned clean, fresh water out of nowhere into a stone jug solely for Tony, but the island fruit, kelp, and odd fish diet left much to be craved. However, he was alive. Score one for Tony.

“This mother fish had a good life, and I feel you will appreciate her death so you may live.”

Yes, old lady fish sounds scrumptious. “I do appreciate it—her sacrifice,” he replied instead, “thank you.”

Unlike many other nights, Namor joined Tony by the fire, staring into the flames, the stars obscured by thick clouds. Tony would never get even the simplest signal through that mess.

Every so often, Friday caught a transmission from Banner at HQ, but this pathetically remote, square-mile island couldn’t consistently ping any satellite. If Tony got Friday to boost the signal, he risked lowering his power supply. Namor had made it clear that he should be prepared to leave at any moment if the King received word of Tigershark, and Tony did not want to be stuck deep in the ocean, fighting water-breathers, when his O2 level went critical with little power. Within the last two weeks, there had been three sightings, but the pair had arrived too late.

Tony flipped the fish on the hot stone inside the flame, nibbling on yesterday’s dried kelp.

This was the first time in recent memory that Namor stayed top-side long enough for his hair to dry, curling gently around his ears. Despite the appearance of black locks and black eyes, when dressed with sufficient light on dry land, both were more chestnut, not so different from Tony’s before his hair had gone gray, before he started dying it back darker to stop references to ‘salt and pepper.’ Tony felt close to a panic attack every time someone uttered that phrase.

“I recognize him now,” Namor tossed into the fire. “I know why Tigershark came to Atlantis.”

Tony’s interest peaked though the king decided to extend the drama of reminiscing over a dance of gold and ember. He coaxed the seaman on, “and…”

“Todd Arliss, the sniveling, arrogant, swimmer from your country, regularly swam feats of endurance across unsafe waters. He caused dozens of other, weaker swimmers to attempt the same and fail. For months, areas of the seas were littered with bodies of men, women, and some children who died trying to emulate Arliss, yet he continued. One particular day, during some sort of human warrior show, a boy fell off a ship. That idiot Arliss stopped a professional team from rescuing the boy. He believed his show of strength was worth more than a minute of breath for the boy dying in the water,” Namor scowled while reciting his tale. “I sent a current to stop him. I snapped his spine against the ship and kept the boy afloat until a real rescue team came for them both. I should have drowned that fool.”

Tony remembered that feeling of regret so vividly. “So you made a demon and he haunts you. Been there.”

“You did. You made him, and now you know what—”

He forgot his cover. “Okay, first of all,” Tony blurted, too hungry and tired to hold his tongue, “I didn’t do anything to or for Arliss. That pompous—” He caught himself. “I’ve never met him, but I am partly, indirectly responsible for the technology that was stolen to change him, maybe. And second, he could not have become a water-breathing mutant on his own. We need who he’s working with. That’s the real evil.”

Namor considered Tony’s words without moving.

“Third,” Tony started again more calmly this time, “let’s review what we know.” Which would be a lot easier if I could talk to Banner. This is one of those times where listening would come in handy. If he hadn’t been off-world for so long, he would know the lay of the land better.“Actually, what do we know?”

“Tigershark—Arliss is not intelligent enough to do this alone. If you did not transform him, who did? No being in the ocean would dare give him that power.”

“If I could be on land, civilization land to speak to—” but Tony was stopped by the blazing eyes that met his.

“You will pay your debt, Stark.”

“Yes, but we need info. So bad guy on land needs to be tracked as we do on land. The fish haven’t produced any bubbles of wisdom have they?” Namor bristled, but Tony kept going. “Let me do this my way, and we can both get what we want—” he slapped the cooked fish onto a different rock to cool “—and some fries would be great.”

Honestly, Tony was relieved that things progressed so quickly once he and Friday had access to what Banner and the team knew. He may not have had much time to chit-chat about, say, Sam, but that would have proved a distraction and possibly ruined the advantage of their freshest intel. Banner always had a way with tracking energy signatures; Tony called it ‘romancing the wave.’

Knowing the previous places Tigershark had been in the last weeks, Banner tracked anomalous weather buoy movement around coasts to narrow the mutant’s landfall location. From there, lacking social media or conspiracy theory postings about a shark out of water, he found city sewer plans for runoff pipes, dismissed pipes too small for a man-sized shark to wiggle through, and produced a short-list of convenient spots, such as abandoned warehouses or sparsely populated neighborhoods. Tony had never been so grateful for the well-oiled, well-funded machine that was his team.

Namor loathed hunting on land or spending any significant stretch out of the water. Tony loathed following a scantily-clad water-dude around. The man needed a super swimsuit with a lot more coverage, even climbing out of the tropical waters in between Belem and Sao Luis, Brazil. They didn’t have far inland to go and only four suspicious locations.

Incidentally, the first location was correct, which left the two shocked and off-balance, scrambling when the door to the condemned building flew off its crooked hinges. The rusted metal smacked Tony’s suit in the jaw, making a toe-curling scraping noise all the way up the helmet.

Tony’s visual feed flickered. “Wild guess, we found ‘em.”

The once golden-haired Olympian emerged tall, now crowned by a sharp protruding fin atop his skull, ribbed faintly up the length of his back. The taut, thick grey skin covering his streamlined swimmer physique peeled away at the mouth to reveal three rows of tiny razor teeth. Arliss was disgusting, but while Tony picked apart Tigershark’s mutant puzzle, the man-creature rushed him with two outstretched arms tipped with heavily webbed fingers and thick nails.

A high-pitched scream rang out from the open doorway. Namor bolted inside, leaving Tony with a ravenous monster from the deep lunging toward him.

Arliss’s flat jaw, squared full of extra teeth and a shrunken, useless tongue, chomped at Tony’s face. Tony clamped his Iron hands against each end of his mouth while Slippery Todd latched around his waist.

Tony wondered whether Sam had seen Todd like this and if she’d been scared. Had they threatened her to help them? Hurt her? Perhaps they lied, and Sam had no intention of turning a man into this…thing.

His boot thrusters forced them off the ground a few feet, and without traction from his smooth skin and partial wet suit, Tigershark began to slide. Tony forced his legs into a slingshot arch that slammed the dangling, foreign weight to the ground.

The transformation must have added flexibility to Arliss’s bones. He slithered upright with teeth bared again.

“Namor,” Tony called. “You want a crack at this guy or what?” Tigershark was gone by the time he turned back around. “Shit,” he mumbled. While he tracked the low body temperature of the retreating mutant, his display warned of more than just Namor and his betrothed inside. “Friday, send a heat-seeker and a track-dart for good measure.”

“Yes, Boss.”

Inside, Namor battered his trident against a cage. Two doors in lay the blue-skinned body of a similarly slippery-suited woman. Tony blew the locks between Namor and Dorma until something far stronger blasted him against the opposite wall. Right, Beach Boy doesn’t know how to secure a damn building. Good news though: Friday confirmed nothing was broken.

A lanky, middle-aged man with a fierce widow’s peak in a white lab coat flaunted a comically giant gun, one heavy enough to require both hands and balancing on his hip. The white coat bore a slice across the chest, red at the frayed edges; Namor had gotten a strike in. Rambo waltzed right past the Atlantean king. Sparks zapped across the gun’s wide muzzle. Energy weapon, origin unknown. Friday searched for analysis.

“Welcome, Mr. Stark, “the creepy doctor, assuming from the clothing, drawled in a thick accent. “I’ve been dying to know. How is our Harvard girl?”

Tony cocked an eyebrow, but Iron Man’s face gave nothing away.

“I was pleased to hear that moron of a king not only failed to kill her, but that my gift has borne the fruit of—”

“Your what now?” Tony half-listened, aiming a bullet at a tiny spot clear of the power source and the magazine within. He didn’t want to blow the whole place with a bad shot. “Look if ‘gift’ is a euphemism for,” an Iron arm swung past his crotch, “then you’ll have to book with a different therapist. Freud is available in hell on Tuesday. Please see the assistant.” Tony pointed, firing a small-caliber to disable the triggering system.

The doctor’s gun died, sputtering an electric swan-song before dropping. His target remained unfazed by the loss of his weapon, and less fazed still by Namor bolting out to the sea with Dorma in his arms.

The doctor grabbed his chest wound. “Oh please, Stark. Do you really not know? Are you that out of touch?” The bright white of his smile stood out against dark features.

Tony ignored him, dispatching two magnetic cuffs at Dorcas’s wrists. He recognized the face now, vaguely, from when Agent Hill handed him a file in a room above the Earth. Doctor Lemuel Dorcas, known associate of Harvard professor Simon Marshall. Sam? She really met Tigershark? She really is mixed up in all this.

“I’ll give you a hint,” the doctor continued, “What burns at 3000 degrees Celsius? What could stop a tsunami?”

This guy was the link, the connecting puzzle piece. The glow in Bucky’s arm. Sam has Extremis. Sam is infected with Extremis? No broken bones, no healed fractures.

The toothy grin shifted in thought. “You know, in a way, I have supported young Samantha’s development more than you yourself have. Does that make me a better father?”

Tony grasped Dorcas by the throat, but the doctor wouldn’t stop talking, spitting a few drops of blood with every few words.

“You fathered her, yes, but I gave her a way to leave you behind. I made her what she is now.”

Tony’s helmet popped open. “The hell you are—”

Spit flew red. “I gave her what she needed.”

“You gave her a virus. You made her sick.” Tony shook Dorcas, pulling against the magnetic restraints.

“I saw her potential, and I encouraged it,” Dorcas gurgled a laugh. “We helped her. Sam has friends now.”

“You sick son of a bitch, you put her in danger,” Tony screamed so close to Dorcas’s face he could rupture an eardrum. “Now I’m gonna put you in the ground.” Iron Man’s palm pressed into the doctor’s gut with bruising force. “Slowly. Painfully.” He fired, the ringing of the steel bars behind his target echoing off the walls. Tony released his grip on the man’s throat and let the body drop to the floor like a wet sack of potatoes.

Dorcas slumped, hands high and pulled at unnatural angles by the cuffs. His gurgling stopped, and Iron Man left him there to die.

Tony’s ears rang. A sharp pain stabbed him behind the eyes. His head throbbed. There was no sign of Tigershark aside from a tracker inside a chunk of flesh that appeared to be bitten off. Tony dutifully returned to the beach, but he did not go back into the water.

No one was around.

His mind turned over and over, his idea of his daughter being rewritten by the second. Child? No. Harvard? Not that type of student. His? He wouldn’t have done this. Would he?

The truth stung him deep inside. Tony absolutely had done it. He put toxic metal into his body, told no one he was dying, injected untested trackers under his skin, instigated a genocidal robot that almost wiped out the planet. He had done all of it in the hopes no one else would have to hurt—that was the lie he told himself. The motivations muddled and shifted: because it helps others, because you can, because it’s cool, sounds fun, challenges you, doesn’t challenge you, makes you impressive, saves lives, puts someone out of business, embarrasses someone. Vanity tied with charity in a bow. Philanthropy, indeed.

Tony watched the water with unseeing eyes.

“If I were an observant man, I would think you had an investment in this beyond my threat.” Namor returned from the sea to stand beside him. When Tony didn’t reply, the king relinquished, “go home, Stark. You have paid your debt.” Namor walked back to the surf, diving smoothly beneath the foaming crests.

“No, I haven’t,” Tony whispered to himself. His helmet shot back up over his face. “Friday, we’re going to headquarters.”

“Flight plan established.” The suit and Tony left the beach.

“Show me all files on Samantha Stark.”

“Yes, Boss. What year would you like to start with?”

[Chapter 27: Pigeons]

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

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Chapter 3

Hidden Desires

Namor came and stood in the doorway; I'm assuming to watch us fight.

Gotta be quick

Before they could advance toward me I clasp my hands together and release,

"Ignite" I declare.

A barrier of fire appears in front of them; they would be seriously injured if they tried to cross it. I may have kept them out but I trapped myself in with Namor. Before I could do anything both my hands were grabbed and pinned to the ground. Namor was on top and looking over me.

He looks me in the eye and whispers to himself, "Such a pretty girl what a waste"

I roll my eyes, " Oh please" I use my legs to grab him and roughly roll him over, so it was now me straddling him. My legs pinned his legs and I grab his hands this time.

"You're a real piece of work you know that?" He struggles under me trying to move. He was confused by my strength, I get the vibe he hasn't been overpowered like this before. "Never been bested by such a pretty girl before huh?" I tease. He was pissed and began to struggle under me.

"Why are you this strong?" He practically hisses

"Pilates?" I quip back jokingly "I'm sorry, I will admit I am enjoying this" I laugh "Look, I don't want anything from you or your people; who by the way are scientifically extraordinary, beautiful really. I understand you want to protect them, so I will and never come back," Before I could continue the voice speaks yet again,

Paal áanteni', Cha' u bin (my son, let her leave)

"Ba'ax na'? (Mother?)" The look on his face was utter shock but there was also grief in his voice.

Mother?

"You heard her this time?" I pause "Your mother led me here, I don't know why and respectfully I don't care anymore. I just want to go home now. I have people I protect and care about too." I release one of his hands and put it to my heart.

"I give you my word that no one will know of this place"

He relaxes slightly, "Wakanda didn't send you did they?"

"The Wakandans know of your existence? I am very close with Queen Shuri and she hasn't uttered a word about you. I hope that brings you ease." I release his other hand and get off of him. Standing up I extend my hand to help him up.

He hesitates but eventually accepts. He doesn't let go of my hand and pulls me closer to look down into my eyes, in a low voice he says, "please extinguish your fire."

With a wave of my other hand, the fire dissipates.

Without breaking eye contact or letting my hand go he says, "You are a fascinating creature Ki'ichpan (beautiful girl)."

There goes that energy again.

The tension is thick, and if I'm being honest I kinda don't want to let go of him. Still looking into my eyes he speaks," We will see each other again."

He releases me. For a while, I stay in that moment, never breaking eye contact, never moving. Eventually, I reach into my bag to grab my sling ring and open a portal to my room. Before I step through I leave him with a few words,

"I'll be in Wakanda in 2 days for Shuri's official celebrations as Black Panther, you and your people should come. Maybe we can continue our conversation or have a proper fight; I'll go easy on you" I say with a hint of amusement and step through the portal closing it behind me.

I let out a long sigh of relief and fold over in exhaustion. My body was on high alert for a while so it felt good to finally relax. My stomach begins to growl so I check the time, "5 o'clock. Time to cook I guess"

Almost forgot I hung up on Peter, this should be fun

I make my way to the kitchen and begin prepping for dinner.

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When Peter gets home he lectures me for a good 30 min over dinner. He means well, it comes from a place of concern; I'm the only family he has left so I get it.

"Peter I am sorry for scaring you, but I managed myself well. You know if it came down to it I still would have won a fight. Takes me 2 seconds to deplete someone of all the water in their body, It would not have been a fair fight for them." I say taking a sip of wine.

"I know Millie, I just don't want to lose you. I can't really replace you with another 300+-year-old witch with amnesia." We laugh, "But seriously you're all I have left."

"Okay, Okay," I raise my hands, "I hear you; I'll be sure to be safer next time."

"Good" he pauses, "Sooo I met someone interesting today too"

"Oh, yea? Interesting how?"

"Yea she was watching me fight from a distance."

"Ooo a girl? You talk to her" I lean in and ask.

Peter clears his throat, "I did. I'll spare the details, but she was pretty descriptive of what she thought of me." he blushes.

"Oh my god. You have your first spidey super fan. Is she hot?" I obnoxiously ask.

"I mean she wasn't not attractive. I'm not sure how to feel if I'm being honest"

"Well if it's because your heart is still with MJ that's totally understandable. I still mean what I said about yall finding each other again, but.." I finish my wine "In the meantime, Peter have some fun. You're 18 go out, kiss girls, kiss boys! Who cares just don't come home with a baby yet." I exclaim. "If you wanna fool around with this girl do it, no judgment here"

"Okay, pump the breaks, Aunt May 2.0; there will be no fooling around here. I swear that was literally like May giving me the sex talk all over again" he laughs "I'm just conflicted I guess. I also think she may be a villain"

"Gasp! Do tell"

"Yea she goes by the name 'Black Cat' and was wearing a black leather catsuit and eye mask. Pretty strange"

"Hmmm. I like her already. Keep me updated" I laugh

Peter stands up to clear the table "I'm never telling you anything again." he laughs.

"You love me!" I reply as I start to help clear the table following him into the kitchen.

"So tomorrow I will be spending the night in London and then I'll head straight to Wakanda. You'll be good here by yourself until I pick you up for the party? Need me to prep dinner for you?" I ask

"No ill be okay, gonna work on some of my tech and chill here. What's in London?"

"Dick Appointment with a Knight"

"Okay don't know how to respond to that, have fun I guess?"

"Oh, I will" I chuckle, "Alrighty I'm off to bed, I will most likely be sleeping all day, so ill miss ya in the morning" I give him a bear hug "Goodnight"

"Goodnight see ya in a few days Mills"

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I usually don't enjoy my dreams; it's a control thing I'm sure. My dreams usually turn out to be pretty boring like grocery shopping or going to work, nothing eventful.

Tonight is not the case, I find myself on that same Yucatan beach; this time in the middle of the night. I'm wearing nothing but a long sheer robe and sitting on a giant beach towel to keep sand off of me. The only light here was coming from the moon and stars; it was all I needed to fully see. People don't realize how light pollution takes away this experience from so many.

"Enjoying the view?" Namor suddenly appears sitting next to me.

Looking at him I smile, "Yes my love, as always"

My Love????

He takes my hand and puts it to his face; I begin to caress his cheek ever so softly. After I do this for a few seconds, he snakes his hand through my robe and begins to take it off.

"This is not necessary." He finishes fully exposing me "This is better"

I move in closer to his face just enough that our lips can lightly touch, "What shall I do for my King tonight"

He roughly pulls me into a kiss. It was like he hadn't seen me in years like he was afraid if we stopped now he'd never get to again. He grabbed a handful of my hair and firmly pulled my head back so he could get access to my neck.

Instead of rough kisses like before he softly kissed and sucked on my neck. He let go of my hair and pulled my chin to make eye contact with me.

"I've missed you Ki'ichpan (beautiful girl)."

The Vibe:

Labrinth – McKay & Cassie (Official Audio) | Euphoria (Original Score from the HBO Series)

We continue to kiss this time slowly and passionately; we were taking our time enjoying each other's taste. I start to lay back pulling him with me so he could be on top. He was sure to never stop kissing me on the way down. After a few minutes of making out, he begins to move down my body leaving kisses sprinkled with licks and bites. When he gets to my breasts he was sure to make eye contact with me when he took my nipple in his mouth.

While doing this his hand was on my other breast massaging and teasing my hard nipple. Between him playing with my breast in one hand and licking and sucking the other, I wouldn't be able to take this much longer.

I bite my lip to stifle my moans, Namor notices and moves his hand from my breast down to my pussy and begins to caress my clit. I couldn't help but cry out from the sudden sensation change.

"Let out your moans, I want to hear what I do to you" He begins to spread your folds and plays with your entrance, eventually and painfully slow, he inserts a finger and then a second.

Fuck this feels so real

"Milleanyia my Queen, you are so wet for me already. Is this what I do to you?" He teasingly asks.

"I yearn only for your touch my King"

Namor Starts to move his fingers in slow thrusting motions, thoroughly exploring my sweet insides. I begin to look desperate, he was torturing me at a steady pace.

"Your distressed appearance only turns me on more," he picks up the pace a bit "You feel so good" he praised. Increasing his pace even more he could feel your tight walls wrap around him. I begin to cry out in pure uncontrollable pleasure. I tried to speak but no real words came out, just broken sounds.

Oh god, I'm so close

He takes his free hand and lightly squeezes my neck while making eye contact.

"Cum for me, cum for your king" He demands.

"Oh god," I yell out. "Don't fucking stop" he pumps his fingers so hard and deep inside of me that he pushes me over the edge. A melody of loud, breathless moans left my mouth as my orgasm crashed into me. My tight pussy was squeezing his fingers and he was enjoying every second of it. Finally coming down from my high he slowly pulls his fingers out of me and puts them in his mouth licking every last drop of my essence.

"You taste amazing" he proclaims, "ready for the rest of me?"

And with that, I abruptly wake. I raise up in shock my sheets clinging to my bare sweaty skin.

"What the fuck was that Millie?"