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ichorai · 1 year

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mishipeshu ; namor.

read part one ; amor.

pairing ; namor x mutant!gn!reader

synopsis ; one rotten fruit does not mean the entire grove is to be thrown away.

words ; 2.0k

themes ; angst, fluff, mutant au, married au

warnings / includes ; black panther: wakanda forever spoilers, more or less a sequel to this fic, reader is a mutant and can transform into a creature known as the mishipeshu, mentions of colonizers and mutant bigotry, descriptions of blood and injuries

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Pain was not a feeling you were unfamiliar with.

Your entire life, pain followed just behind you like a dark, stormy cloud hanging over your head. It was there when you left Talokan for the surface-world. It was there when the humans turned against you once they found out you were a mutant. It was there when Namor found you amongst them.

And for a short period of time, Namor acted as a barrier to the constant pain—a salve to your wounds. With him, you had duped yourself into thinking that the pain was gone.

Now, as you stared him down with wide eyes and a clenched jaw, you realized just how foolish you’d been.

“You want to attack Wakanda…” you said, deathly calm, “because they won’t fight your war with the surface world?”

Narrowing his eyes, Namor stepped closer to you. The vibranium-tipped spear clutched in his fist glinted menacingly—you were lucky to have caught him just before his strike on Wakanda. “They killed our people.”

“In self defense!” you retaliated, throwing your arms up. “You were going to kill the girl! She is a kid!”

“I knew it,” your husband sneered. “I knew you still cared for the land-dwellers. After all they’ve done to you!”

There it was. Pain flared within your chest, crawling through the crevices of your ribcage and winding taut. The deep scars that ran down your abdomen and legs never went away, not after all this time—not even with your mutant powers. They were a reminder of their hatred. Of why you left with Namor and came back to Talokan.

“One rotten fruit does not mean the entire grove is to be thrown away, mi amor,” you whispered. Tears pricked the corner of your vision, and you swallowed the heavy lump in your throat. Head held high, you swam over to him, closing the short distance between the two of you. You placed a hand on his chest, just above where his heart laid. “Do not do this. You spared me when we first met—you showed me mercy. Do not tell me the person I fell in love with is gone.”

Conflict warred within his dark irises. This was tearing him apart, you could see it as clear as day. He gazed upon you with part frustration, and part longing.

For you, only for you, did he take a second to reconsider.

After a lengthy pause, he spoke again. “If I do not stop them now… we will never be safe from them.”

It seemed that his mind was made.

“Is this what you want to be?” you spat out, stumbling away from him. “A king that rules through fear? The almighty K’uk’ulkan?” The last word was practically dripping with venomous animosity.

“I love my people,” hissed Namor. It seemed like he wanted to get closer, but he stopped when you only drew yourself further away. “I love… I love you, mi vida.”

Scoffing, you shook your head. “Perhaps you do. But not more than your hatred for the surface-dwellers.”

The stagnant silence that stretched between the two of you was thick, bordering on torturous. Your husband could only helplessly stare at you.

“I’m not going to let you attack an entire nation for protecting themselves.” Your words shattered the fragile quiet, like a hammer through glass. Namor’s eyes hardened. The fingers on his spear flexed.

“You can’t stop me,” he warned, uncharacteristically soft.

“I can die trying,” you replied, determined.

Without having to vocalize it, you knew he was pleading with you to stand down. He tilted his head, regarding you with a wounded expression of betrayal. “You would die for them?”

“No, amor. I would die for you.” Locking your jaw, you rolled your shoulders and morphed into your mutant form—a Mishipeshu, as the land-dwellers called you.

And with that, you lunged.

You dove at him with unsheathed claws, catching him by surprise and raking your talons down his face with a snarl. Despite his initial shock, he recovered quickly, effortlessly dodging your second strike, grabbing the dagger-like ridges on your spine, and yanking you back out of his way.

“I will not fight you!” your husband roared. There were deep, jagged gashes running down the side of his face from where you scratched him, steadily leaking dark ichor and dissipating out into the ocean water. It broke your heart to see one of his pointed ears bleeding profusely—it seemed one of your claws had torn clean through half of the cartilage.

His words fell upon deaf ears.

You swooped downward, sharp fangs sinking into the meat of his shin until you heard a sick crack of his bones cave in with the pressure, and you jerked back, trying to put as much distance between him and the shore as you could. An ear-splitting bellow erupted from his lungs at the pain, but you didn’t let go, only clamping down harder. The bitter taste of his blood hitting your tongue nearly made you gag with revulsion. Your spiked tail, thick and lined with scales the color of fire, was quick to come around and wrap tightly over Namor’s neck as you swam as quickly as you could.

Deep down, you knew there was no way you could hold him off, but you couldn’t ever live with yourself if you at least didn’t try to stop him. The Mishipeshu was more than twice his size, sure, but Namor had the strength of a thousand Talokan fighters combined.

Sudden pain erupted through your front paw and a caterwaul of fury echoed from your lungs upon seeing his vibranium spear sticking out of webbed foot. Namor grabbed your tail, now limp around his throat, and shoved you away once more, ripping the staff out of your flesh.

“DON’T!” he ordered when you growled, preparing to jump at him once again. The wounds you’d inflicted on his shin and the broken bone made him swim with a minor limp, though you knew that must’ve hurt more than words could describe. “I’ve cut your tail off before—don’t make me do it again.”

It seemed all the commotion alerted the rest of the Talokan warriors nearby and they were by his side in an instant. They pointed their vibranium-arrowed staffs at you, fanning out around your husband.

Namor studied you for a minute longer, noticing the genuine fear flicker behind the amber eyes of your Mishipeshu form. Slowly, you morphed back to your Talokan form—a clear sign of surrender.

“I love you, mi amor,” you said to him with a trembling voice, despite the dozens of warriors and spears between you. “Never forget that.”

Swiftly, you turned and swam away. Away from Talokan, away from the war, away from him. You left a trail of blood in your wake, seeping from the gaping hole in your foot.

“Stop,” Namor barked at the Talokan as they began advancing after you. “Let them go.” They halted immediately. There was a war to win—and he’d fight it with or without you.

His own words rang in his head.

Let them go.

He found you on the warm beaches of Angola.

It’d been a year since you left Talokan.

He watched you from the ocean as you walked along the shore, stopping every so often to pick up small sea shells. It was a good thing it was nighttime, or else you would’ve seen him lurking amongst the clear waters.

Perhaps a year ago, he would’ve stormed right up to you, wrapped his arms around you in a way that seemed almost foreign to him now, kissed you until the sun rose once more.

But he was a changed man now.

He spent an entire year searching—and he knew better than to scare you away like that.

So he waited.

A couple hours later, the early morning stained the sky with a tangerine haze, and you stepped out of your small beach-side hut in a matching orange tank-top. Around your neck were the seashells you collected the day prior, clacking against your sternum with each step as you made your way back to the shore. There was a figure among the horizon, and initially, you had just assumed it was an ambitious surfer, or a deep-sea diver of some sorts.

But as the figure grew closer, you began to recognize the dark silhouette. After all—you fell asleep beside the very same body every night for years.

When your husband emerged from the waters, you stood your ground, staring him down as he strode towards you. Droplets of water meandered down his tan skin, dripping down onto the fine golden sand. The vibranium jewelry he wore shone beneath the daylight, unchanged from when you last saw him.

You noted, with particular interest, that he wasn’t carrying a weapon.

“Took you a while to find me,” you said, so quietly that your words were nearly lost to the whispering wind.

He studied you silently, dark eyes roaming over you, soaking you in. You’d changed quite a bit—hair cut significantly shorter than it used to be, a few more sun-kissed freckles spotting your skin, and a small tattoo etched into your bicep depicting a pointed ear. But you were still the same in many more ways; your eyes were wide, just like the way they always were when you were watching him, the small, faded scar on your jaw was still there, and you still had that gentle slope to your lips that Namor was never able to resist kissing.

Noticing his gaze directed at your tattoo, you shifted slightly so he could see it better.

“I had it tattooed so you’d always be with me, in a way,” you said, a hesitant smile gracing your lips.

He stepped closer to you, still quiet.

“K’uk’ulkan—” you started, but he lifted a finger, effectively silencing you.

“Amor,” he croaked out, voice hoarse. “You call me amor.”

And then, he kissed you. It was nearly visceral, how he hooked his arm around your abdomen, and tucked his other hand against the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair as he leaned into you. His nose knocked into yours almost painfully, but neither of you minded. Both of your hands were splayed over his chest, digging your nails into his pectorals, brushing against his warm jewelry. You trembled against him, a scalding tear slipping down your cheek, mingling with the salt water still dripping down his hair.

“I missed you… so much, mi vida,” he whispered once you parted ways, his forehead slanting over yours as he gazed at you with blatant affection. “I am so sorry—I was blind with hatred. And I didn’t want to listen to you because I thought backing down from a fight was weak. I didn’t know that living with that… that anger, and being merciful to your enemies is the strongest thing a leader can do. Shuri had every opportunity to end my life a year ago. She wanted to—I could see it in her eyes. But she didn’t. And for the longest time, I was left wondering why. I realized that if we succumbed to our hatred, we would be no better than the surface-colonizers. You were right, mi vida. I’m so sorry.”

“Oh, amor,” you uttered, breathless, snaking your arms over his neck and pressing your nose against the column of his throat as you embraced him, breathing in his scent. He smelled of sunlight, of coconuts, of salt. How you missed him. “I missed you, too. I love you so much.”

He grasped your chin between his pointer finger and thumb, lifting your face so he could meet your gaze. He kissed you again, softer this time, his septum piercing grazing your cheek.

“Come home,” he mumbled, gently stroking your jaw with the back of his fingers. “Come back to Talokan, Mishipeshu.”

You bowed your head, hiding a brilliant smile. “If you’ll have me, K’uk’ulkan.”

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sapphiewritesstuff · 1 year

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Hii again! Can I please request a soft!Namor x fem!human!reader where she tells Namor that she’s ready to take the vibranium herb (and to stay with him in his Kingdom permanently) as Talokan is home to her, Namor is home to her🥰 + him helping her through the transformation process 🥰 Namor being super SOFT for his bby (I agree with you that Namor would be the softest with the love of his life!!! So much spoiling her and a lot of love, kisses, and cuddles🤧 I’M GONNA MAKE MYSELF CRY UGH I LOVE HIM, HOW DARE HE BE FICTIONAL)

Namor would smile softly at you when you tell him that you’re ready, that you’re ready to commit to him for the rest of your life. It makes his heart swell, the thought of the trust you have in him to take care of you, and he will. He rubs your shoulder as you drink the herb, which has been smashed up and mixed with water. He pulls you into an embrace, he can’t wait for this new life with you.

More under the cut!

Namor didn’t know how hard the transformation period would be, he was born a mutant and you’re the first person who has changed ever since the first Talokanils fled to the ocean hundreds of years ago. He would be lying if he said that he didn’t panic when you collapsed in his arms, your body burning up. He lifts you up into his arms and carries you to the water outside of his hut, praying that it would work and you would be okay.

Namor is always by your side, and his protective nature increases ten-fold during your transformation. He’s the first person there when you wake up, and he greets you with a smile and a ‘Hello, my love.’

No matter how hard it gets, Namor is there for you.

#namor x reader #namor fanfiction #namor headcanon #namor drabble #x reader #mcu x you #mcu x reader #namor imagine #namor x you

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lieutnt · 4 months

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Please I need to see more Namor content 😣

Sub Namor getting a hj from his general after he snaps at him. Like his general just sits behind him and holds his close so he can't squirm or wriggle. HED BE LIKE A (non)HUMAN HEATER HIS BODY WOULD BE SO WARM..

I have risen to deliver this message to you. I haven't been on here much due to midterms, but guess who passed their lit exam with a 98% average 😋

Either way I hope you're doing amazing!!

98% is amazing! As a congratulations I offer you this :)

You’ve been a steadfast presence at Namor’s side for countless years as his most trusted general, and with that comes the deeper understanding that if Namor snaps at you, it’s out of frustration at the world around him rather than something you’ve done.

This time is no different, Namor spitting out words harsher than intended before his shoulders sag, a heavy sigh leaving his chest as he turns away from you. The words are already forgotten, your hands coming up to rest on his shoulders as you begin to massage them. “You seem stressed today, my King.” His lips twitch into a brief smile at the title, one you rarely call him in private unless in a teasing manner. Slowly you guide him backwards until the backs of your knees hit the bed, gently settling you both down so Namor is sat in front of you, back pressed against your chest. Your hands snake over his shoulders and down, down, down until you can tease his inner thighs, “I may know a way to help you… relax.”

He’s already sinking into your touch, weight falling against you and Namor nods, eyes fluttering shut when your hand travels further between his thighs, cupping his soft bulge. With a few quick twists of your fingers he’s naked before you, already half-hard as you release his cock. When you spit into your palm and begin to languidly stroke him, his head tips backwards to rest against your shoulder, pleased sighs escaping his lungs as you switch between swiping your thumb over his shining head and trailing a finger over the most sensitive veins.

His hips begin to move, attempting to thrust into your grasp and you move impossibly closer, moving your free arm to hold across his waist. You kiss behind his ear, and with a voice low and calm, “I thought I was supposed to be helping you relax?” you question, smiling as his hips stop.

You keep up the same pace, stroking him until he clings to your thigh, nails digging into your skin. “I’m close,” he warns breathlessly, body like a furnace as the heat of his impending orgasm zings through his veins.

“Cum whenever you’re ready,” and with a few more strokes he does, quickly turning his head to moan into your neck as cum pulses from his cock, coating your fingers in his sticky release as you stroke him through it, able to feel the way his body tenses and relaxes with pleasure until he’s boneless against you, fighting to stay awake in your arms.

#namor #namor x male reader #top male reader #male reader #top reader #marvel #lieutnts drabbles #lieutnts writings

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sleepycreamcola · 1 year

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Soft morning Namor drabble

He would do this shiiiiiiiitttttt 😭

“Good morning in yakunaj” Namor whispers in your ear. His fingers brush over your cheek and caress your neck. “How did you sleep?” He asks, kissing your cheek. “Perfectly,” you sigh. “Perfect.” He smiles.

Namor leans over you and starts to press tender kisses across your face. Soft, slow, full of love, admiration. Your forehead, nose, cheeks, lips, chin. Taking hold of your hand he presses those same tender kisses to each finger, your palm, wrist, up your arm. “What are you doing?” You giggle. Kissing your bicep, he looks up at you with those deep chocolate eyes. “I’m loving you.” He kisses your shoulder. “In reina, in yakunaj” Namor whispers into your skin.

In yakunaj - my love In reina - my queen

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thegreatestsandwich · 1 year

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I- I just lost my sanity after all of the fluffiness Namor fics you've written.... IT IS SO BEAUTIFUL *sobbing and crying in loneliness*

May I request another fluff Namor fics? If you don't mind, I would like to read how's the wedding going? And I rEALLY CURIOUS HOW NAMOR WOULD PROPOSE HER? Like did he nervous and blabbering? or with all seriousness on his face, he's going on straight proposing?

I'll leave the rest idea to you and I appreciate all of your works. Thankyou so much! Have a lovely day<3

My heart’s been borrowed, yours has been blue (Namor x f!reader)

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Pairing: Namor x F!reader,

Word count: 580 words

Summary: Just three words...Would you marry me?

Warning: Never let Attuma know first

A/N: Okey look, the gif is not optimal quality, second can we just imagine and pretend that instead of Shuri is the reader? Cool, thanks

Coments, Reblogs and Asks are happily received! I love to read your lovely coments :)

You were confused and weirded out. For some estrange reason, everybody was congratulating you for your engagement. Kids were giving you flowers, a few women gave you advise for your first time as husband and wife, other women gave you advise on how to survive the ritual, men gave you pats on your shoulders and even your mother was tearing up when you came back home, sitting you and pacing in front of you as she was explaining how much hurt she had as she found out about your engagement from hearing it while she returned home.

What was happening?

After you tried to explain that you didn’t know what was happening and your mother not wanting to hear about it, plus she send you to your room. You decided to try and find Namor, perhaps he could explain what was happening. He must know.

You manage to escape from your room, and for some miracle you even went unnoticed from the others. You tried first his cave but discovered completely alone, then you tried his throne room but same, alone. You began to get annoyed.

Namora found you there, lying on the floor and with your eyes closed, she swam to you. “Tuláakal ma'alob in reina?” Everything alright, my queen?

“Ma’!” No! You stressed, sitting up and turning to her. “Le yóok'ol kaaba' in felicita yéetel ma' in wojel Ba'axten!” Everything is congratulating me and I don’t know why!

Namora hummed, offering her hand to help you stand up. You took it with a sigh. She didn’t let go of your hand and guide you to where Namor was. He was there, closer to the corals, where you used to poke at pufferfishes, where you gave him the first rock and the first stick, what started off your path together. Namora quickly nodded at you before swimming away.

“You need to explain.” Namor startled at your voice for a second, turning a around you and offering a nervous smile. “I do not know what is happening but everyone is acting weird.”

“In yaakunaj…” He began but you interrupted him.

“Everyone is saying things and you need to explain.” Your arms crossed over your chest. “What is going on?”

“In yaakunaj,” He tried again, taking your hands in his and letting out a tired sigh. “It was not supposed to go like this.”

“What are you talking about?”

He sighed again. “I was supposed to take you here first, I planned everything but I supposed the surprised is ruined.”

Namor quickly let go of your hands and swam to one of the corals, taking something in his hands before returning to you. “Remember the first stone you gave me?”

“Yes, you really hated it.” You frowned.

He couldn’t help but laugh. “I never hated it, I have it displayed in my home.” He grabbed your hand and open your fingers, leaving your palm there, he softly placed a rock in it. You definitely were confused. “It took me weeks to find a similar rock to that one.”

“Why?” You asked, looking at the colors and shine of it.

“That gift that you gave me made me realize that having you by my side is enough.”

You stared at him.

“You were always the one I have been waiting for my whole life.” He laughed, grabbing your hand and kissing it, not letting it fall from his lips. “Would you let me spend the rest of my life by your side?”

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bardocksheadband-fanfics · 5 months

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Flowers

A Nashuri Drabble

“What would it take, Black Panther, aside from the apology?”

She has been telling him the same thing the last few nights out here on this shoreline. There’s nothing he can say or do to make her see him differently. She’s getting tired of repeating herself. Her voice drips in heavy sarcasm as she throws her hands up to the sky.

“Oh, a bouquet of flowers will easily make up for what you’ve done to me.”

Namor leans in with his eyes way too intense and she moves her face away from him. “What kind?”

“Oh, good Bast,” she mumbles. “I don’t know. Protea.”

“I have never heard of that.”

“It’s the national flower of Wakanda, also known as sugarbushes. They represent resilience since the plant survives in extreme climate conditions and-“ Shuri stops herself, unsure of why she’s telling him so much when she’s not even being serious. She gets up from the sand and brushes off her knees. “I think it’s best if you just stop coming here, Namor. That’s what will truly make me happy.”

While she’s brushing the last of the sand off of her, she hears the humming of wings followed by a splash of water. He finally listened to her.

🌹🌸💐🌺🌷🌻🌼

It happens a few days later on a Saturday.

Shuri gets up before Nakia and Toussaint to take a walk alongside the beach and clear her mind. She wasn’t expecting to see a crowd this early, but as she gets closer to the edge of the water, she spots what drew them in.

There are thousands of protea flowers stretching on for meters and meters, far beyond what the eye can see. She follows it until she reaches an area on the beach that’s more isolated than the rest. That’s where she finds him. She doesn’t even know what to say, but Namor does.

“You didn’t tell me that a third of the protea species are endangered. I studied one in Wakanda and the rest are genetically engineered, so no worries there. I can’t give you a simple bouquet.”

She has to look down at her feet to hide her smile. “Why’s that?”

“Because I can’t stay away, Princess.”

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the-lunar-pull · 1 year

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Burn the world down

Pairing: Shuri/Namor

Author’s Note: I couldn’t get the chemistry between Shuri and Namor out of my head so this scene was born. Just drabble, not sure if it’s worth putting up on AO3. I tried to keep it as spoiler-free as possible but there are allusions and vague references to Wakanda Forever so read at your own risk.

He watches her from the shallows.

She sits on the beach in front of a small fire; the night sky at her back is ominous - filled with thick clouds that block the light from thousands of stars. It’s almost midnight and a cool breeze blows gently, making her wrap her blanket a little tighter around her slender frame. From the trees just beyond the sand, the sounds of nocturnal wildlife occasionally interrupt the heavy silence. A sudden howl rings out, signaling a close predator, but she doesn’t flinch.

She never flinches.

That’s what Namor loves about the princess.

Shuri’s eyes remain trained on the flames in front of her, deep in thought. Nothing in her demeanor indicates that she knows Namor is watching her and she is sitting far enough away from the edge of the water that her presence cannot be mistaken for an invitation.

He’d be wise to let her be — return to the depths, return to his people. He’s risking the tenuous calm between Wakanda and Talokan by surfacing and he’s lived long enough to know that peace is a fragile thing. Feather-light and easily forgotten in the face of fear.

Shuri has no fear. Or, perhaps, more accurately: Shuri is not afraid of Namor. She already bested him in every way a warrior can best an opponent. Just the thought of her powerful hands wrapped around the spear that should have killed him is enough to send a jolt of a most unfamiliar sensation running through him.

Namor watches Shuri’s hands as she throws more kindling into the fire, and he marvels at the innate elegance in every movement. The simple flick of her wrist reminds him of the impressive blows to his gut.

It is desire that courses through him now, as it always does, at every thought and every sight of the princess.

Desire makes humans stupid and mutants are no exception but Namor can’t help himself. He knows he is making irrational and risky decisions just to catch a glimpse of a beautiful woman. Their positions are reversed; her energy is the siren’s call that draws him from his home, and she never even utters a sound.

Only that’s not quite the truth. The truth is that Shuri feels like home.

For centuries, Namor has shouldered the burden of a nation yet in his innermost thoughts, he’s longed for the warmth and love he’s only ever known from his mother. In his most private musings, the only place he allows himself to be vulnerable, he wishes to see his mother, to feel her gentleness just one more time.

Since her passing, Namor has only seen his mother once. In the split second when a warrior queen extended him a moment of infinite grace — a mercy he did not deserve.

So the desire he feels for Shuri is not simple attraction; it’s more than the inherent appreciation for a pretty face and a brilliant mind, more than even the basic instinct to feel the heat of another’s body. Namor knows that for the first time in his long, long existence, he is in love.

And it is because of that love, that he stays away.

There are mistakes so terrible one can only make once.

Namor doesn’t dare to hope for forgiveness, but he gives himself these small moments of weakness, and they are enough.

For weeks now, Namor has been surfacing every night. Because for weeks now, Shuri has come to the beach.

He tells his advisors that he’s watching over the princess, protecting Talokan’s interests in Wakanda. He’s been sharply reminded that she’s no longer just a princess but there’s not much more his advisors can do. Sometimes, it’s good to be King.

They are right, though. She’s not a princess anymore and he should probably learn to stop referring to her as such. Even in his mind.

“I know you’re there.”

Namor freezes. Shuri’s eyes scan the darkness, a frown on her face. He knows she’s only human, that despite the power of the heart-shaped herb, she cannot see him, but her eyes are determined, and maybe, just maybe —

“I know you’re there,” Shuri shouts this time and Namor’s heart pounds; bested once again.

“Stop hiding,” Shuri says, her voice quiet again but no less intimidating. And Namor, well, he knows better than to ignore a challenge.

He slowly makes his way out of the water. The night is so dark that the water is almost black. With each step he takes, he leaves the shadowed depths behind him for the warmth of the shore and Shuri’s fire.

Namor comes to where the water meets the sand and draws himself up to his full height. Drops of water drip off him, soaking the sand beneath his winged feet. Shuri doesn’t stand but she lifts her face to look at him. The firelight dances in her eyes and casts her skin in the most ethereal shades of bronze and gold — Namor’s never seen anything more beautiful. She is like the burning of his heart come to life.

Namor lifts his chin and gazes down at her, trying to project danger. But Shuri’s eyes never leave his, and eventually, he finds that his breath is coming much too fast for his liking.

He breaks eye contact first, searching the trees behind her.

“You shouldn’t be out here alone,” Namor finally says, and his tone is exactly as condescending as he means it to be.

It makes Shuri’s frown deepen. “You don’t know that I’m alone.”

Namor doesn’t dignify that with a response. Instead, he asks what he really wants to know. “What happened in Haiti?”

“You’re spying on me?” Shuri stands, indignant and perfect.

“I protect my interests,” Namor says, a practiced lie at this point for how often he’s told his advisors.

“Did you send spies? Or were you there? On the beach? Were you there when —“

Shuri’s voice breaks and she crosses her arms. Takes a deep breath. She looks so young like this, with the mask of anger slipped from her face, only her youthful pain remains.

And Namor wants to give her the entire world, wants to burn every single person that ever hurt her, himself included. He wants to grovel at her feet, wants to hand over Talokan and all the wonders it contains. For the first time in his life, he wants to actually be a feathered, serpent God instead of a mutant misunderstood because he’d turn back time for her. He’d make it so that she could live forever, happy and free, with the family she misses so dearly.

“Were you there?” She asks again, in a trembling whisper.

“No,” Namor answers honestly. “But I wish I had been.”

Shuri looks up sharply, a confused look crossing her face before quickly being replaced by something more neutral.

“So you sent spies.”

“No.”

“Then how did you know?”

“I always know where you are.”

“How?”

Namor swallows thickly. It’s a simple question but the answer is not. How does he know where Shuri is? How does a humpback whale know to breach? How does the osprey know when to strike? He knows where Shuri is because she’s in his blood, as much a part of him now as the oceans he inhabits. She courses through him, influences every thought and every decision, and she doesn’t even know — cannot ever know — the depth of his devotion because it would destroy them both.

“I told you. I protect my interests,” Namor says in a clipped tone and it’s as close to the truth as he can allow.

“Why are you here?” Shuri asks, taking a step closer. Namor wants to sing for joy at the proximity so naturally, he scoffs and returns the question. “Why are you?”

Shuri rolls her eyes but takes another step closer. “If we are to be allies, shouldn’t there be trust?”

“You have my trust,” Namor says quickly, heart pounding in his ears. It’s too honest, he shouldn’t have said it, but it makes the corners of Shuri’s lips lift slightly and it’s the sweetest victory he’s ever had. He wonders what it would take to make her really smile.

“If you trust me, then why are you lying to me?”

“I am not lying to you —“

“You’re hiding things,” Shuri cuts Namor off. She’s provoking him, seeing how far she can push him, and Namor is both impressed and charmed by the young ruler. She is a formidable one, indeed.

Still, so is Namor.

“A bold accusation that you would do well to rescind,” Namor says darkly as he pulls his shoulders back and steps closer, chin raised. He stares her down, eyes hard, but Shuri does not back down. She stares right back, raising her own chin — defiant and stunning.

They are close now, faces mere inches apart. Shuri is shorter than Namor, but she projects fearlessness. The kindling in the fire crackles and the flames become stronger; the tension between the two rulers follows suits. Namor wonders if this will turn into another battle. There’s a part of him that wants it to. At least that way, he could touch Shuri again.

“You’ve been here for weeks,” Shuri breaks the silence, her voice carefully even. “Every night. Why?”

Namor suppresses the urge to take a deep breath. He does not want to falter in front of Shuri. “I suppose for the same reason you are.”

“You have no idea why I am here.”

“Then why don’t you tell me? Trust goes both ways, no?”

Shuri is the one who looks away this time. She looks at the ocean behind Namor for a long moment before replying quietly, “I wish I knew.”

Namor swears his heart stops.

“I felt...pulled,” she explains, eyes still set on the water like she can see Talokan. And then her eyes are back on him. “Is that you? Can you? Are you pulling me?”

Namor gets lost in her brown eyes, how they beg him for answers that will only bring heartbreak. He recalls their conversation in Talokan, how even then he was already drawn to her fierce intelligence and honest curiosity. She had been his prisoner, but he had been the one that had been trapped. He loses himself in the memory and makes a mistake. “No, princess.”

Shuri’s eyes go hard with fury. “I am not the princess.”

“Of course,” he says quickly. “My apologies.”

It’s a woefully inept response to what he’s done and it takes every ounce of energy in him to remember that he is a king. He can’t dissolve into hysterical apologies, he can’t beg.

Shuri seems to sense that there’s something deeper behind his misstep, or maybe she truly is as full of grace as a god should be, because after a few moments of awkward silence, she shows him mercy once again.

She continues their conversation. “I still think about your offer sometimes. What was it you said? Burn the world together?”

Namor takes the out. “Diplomatic relations are not going well, I take it.”

“They want to take from us,” Shuri says, and this time the anger on her face is directed at someone else. He could get used to this. “That’s all the negotiations ever are. Just thinly-veiled attempts to take what is ours.”

“You have already given much.”

“It’s never enough.”

Namor nods.

“I can see it in your eyes,” Shuri says, a ghost of a wan smile on her face. “You want to gloat. You want to say that you were right all along.”

“No, that’s not what I want.”

“Then what do you want?”

“I want,” Namor begins, reaching out to caress Shuri’s face, and then stopping short.

Shuri’s eyes are glued to Namor’s hand suspended between them, and if she had any doubt about his intention, the way he finishes his sentence surely must give him away.

“To protect my interests,” Namor says, soft and gentle, as he draws his hand back.

Shuri eyes return to Namor’s face and for once, he doesn’t focus on projecting an image of regal authority. Instead, he lets her see him, open and vulnerable. He lets her take her time, sharp dark eyes scanning across his face like he’s one of her experiments and if she focuses she can figure him out. As she looks, the frown on her face fades away and her eyes become sadder and sadder. She sees him — his centuries of grief and rage and loneliness — and she understands. She feels it, too. Shuri is young, but time is not the invincible force people assume. Before there was time, there was only darkness.

Shuri’s lips fall open and she lets out the softest gasp. Namor wants more than anything to lean down and kiss her. He wants to touch her lips; kiss her until they are both breathless and panting. He wants to rest his hands on her slight waist and lift her up, feel her lithe legs wrap around him. He wants to lay her down in the sand and make her forget everything. Replace every thought in her head — every worry, every question, every memory — with the heat of their bodies joining, the taste of his skin, the pleasure of his hands touching her in ways no one ever has. Namor wants to lose himself completely, he wants to be nothing more than an instrument for Shuri. For her pleasure or for her rage. He’ll take either role happily; spend the rest of his days scorching the earth as a fearsome tool of her revenge or keeping her warm, safe, and sated in the nights. Ideally, he would have both.

But this world is not an ideal world and Namor knows giving in to his wants would only lead to ruin. They are rulers of their respective nations, and there’s too much history between them. He’s taken too much from her. He would never ask for her forgiveness, and even if by some miracle she deigned to give it to him, he could never accept.

So Namor takes a step back.

Shuri’s eyes flutter closed and Namor wants to step close again, feel her warmth. He wants to see her from up close as she opens her eyes. He thinks it would be a wondrous sight.

Shuri takes a deep, steadying breath as her chin drops. She shakes her head ruefully as her eyes open. They are dark and stormy, and Namor’s always loved thunderstorms.

“I’m not coming back tomorrow,” Shuri says but it sounds like a question and there’s a timidness in her voice that betrays her.

She will come. So will he.

“I understand,” Namor continues the farce because it’s the least he can do for her.

“Stop spying on me. And don’t hide things from me,” she says, voice now more sure, slightly commanding.

“Of course.”

“And don’t betray me.” Namor can’t help but smile at that. It is the people of Talokan he betrays; he pretends that his interest lies in Wakanda’s power and influence, all while he paints murals of his greatest defeat, the moment he fell in love with the Black Panther. If only she knew what he would do for her, what he already does.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Shuri,” Namor says and if his smile is a little too bold, he can blame it on the flames of Shuri’s fire.

Shuri turns her back on Namor and walks towards the treeline. She knows Namor will take care of the fire she started. She’s settling into her role as ruler well.

Namor puts out the fire, the smoke hisses and billows toward the cloudy night sky. His winged feet enter the water but before he gets too far, he hears Shuri’s voice call out from behind him.

“One more thing, Namor,” she says. Namor turns; looks for her in the darkness but true as her namesake, she is camouflaged in shadow.

He turns back towards the water and starts his descent again.

“Yes?” he asks, unable to keep the grin out of his voice. He hopes the crashing waves will hide it.

“Stay close,” comes the reply.

“Any particular reason?” He asks but he’s certain she already knows he will. That she doesn’t even have to ask.

“In case I decide to burn the world down.”

#shuri #namor x shuri #shuri x namor #drabble #black panther: wakanda forever #wakanda forever spoilers #my writing

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midnight-oily · 9 months

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"pool baby"

nashuri drabbles | 2.1k words | cw:magical pregnancy

Summary: Shuri takes a bath in a glowing pool during her stay in Talokan.

These are the two drabbles that I wrote on Twitter that came from Mone's weekly Nashuri prompt. The prompt was "Accidental Pregnancy." People found them fun so thought I would bring them over to Tumblr :) These are fairly rough (written within an hour each) so sorry for any mistakes. No smut, but uh... intended for mature audiences :) Enjoy!

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“Is there somewhere I can bathe privately?”

After being held in the surface caverns of Talokan for days, Shuri couldn’t stand the grime that had built up on her. Riri was content enough with just using a wet towel and wiping herself clean (“I’m not going to leave this room! What if they take me to a shark pool?! I’ll get eaten!”) but Shuri is used to the comforts of a princess.

Namora tilts her head in thought, “K’uk’ulkan has private freshwater pools. As our honored guest, I shall take you to them.”

Shuri sighs in relief. At last!

— 15 minutes later…

“The pools are through here,” Namora points at a cavern entryway, “I will wait for you out here.”

Shuri gives her a big smile as she walks into the spacious cavern with a towel and makeshift hygiene products. The air was slightly warmer and cozier, but the room was dark— barely a handful of glow worms were able to light the path.

She frowns as she peers into the various pools around her. Under the poor light conditions, the water looked inky black. She dipped her feet in one and watched as her foot disappeared in the darkness. Shuri shivers—thinking about Riri’s words about sharks.

Then she spots it.

Out of the corner of her eye, a pool of water that seemingly shimmers and glows. Tiptoeing to it, she nudges a rock into the shallows of the pool and gasps at how the ripples of the water dance with blue speckles of light.

Is… is it safe?

Leaving her wash things on the side, she dipped her hand cautiously through the water. Warm to the touch, she smiles as the glowing water shimmers through her fingers. She tastes just a drop of it and finds it surprisingly refreshing for freshwater. Perhaps it’s enriched by vibranium? She ponders, that would explain the glow!

She shakes her head, It doesn’t matter. I should hurry to not keep Namora waiting.

Shuri gently makes her way into the luminescent water, sighing at how the enriched waters soothed her aching bones. As much as she enjoyed hammocks, she definitely missed her king sized bed from home.

Sitting down in the shallows, the water swirls around her, seemingly taking a life on its own as its glow danced and twirled around her. Grabbing her sponge, she begins to rigorously clean herself and finds herself amazed. She’s only been in the pool for a few minutes and yet her skin feels amazingly soft to touch.

Perhaps once Namor and I come to a peaceful conclusion, she smiles to herself, I can ask him about the contents of this pool for use at home.

— 3 months later…

“—and as promised, Wakanda will be providing Talokan shielding designs for… Shuri?… Shuri, are you ok?!”

“Black Panther…?”

Oh no. No. Not during an alliance meeting when she needed to represent the strength of Wakanda!

Shuri clutches her stomach, grimacing in pain as the nausea overwhelms her. The room is spinning around—all Talokanil and Wakandans swirling together into a blur. She can’t hold it in any longer.

She falls to her knees as she lets out the contents of her stomach onto the ground. The whole room falls into panic— the Wakandans swarming around her and the Talokanil falling back, except for Namor who only peered from afar curiously.

“Stop crowding her!” admonished Okoye to the crowd, rubbing Shuri’s back as she hurled once more, “Griot! Diagnosis on Shuri’s condition please?”

Shuri’s head swirls as her nausea teeters on overwhelming her again. Someone passes her a water bottle and she downs it, trying to wipe away the taste of acid.

“The Black Panther is three months into pregnancy. She is experiencing morning sickness.”

Pregnancy!?

The whole room gasps. Shuri thinks she is going to hurl once again.

“Three months? But that was when Shuri was in—“ Okoye gasped at the realization of the timeline. She glares at the confused Namor, seething with venomous anger.

“You! I’m going to tear and fry your fish balls off of—“

“Okoye, stop!” Shuri grasps her shoulder with shaky hands to stop her from spearing the Talokan king, “I-it has to be a mistake. I—I haven’t had any sexual activity in the past year!”

“My calculations are 99.98% certain you are pregnant. Your room’s toilet water has come up positive for hormones related to pregnancy.”

Shuri groans.

“No man was allowed in those caves by order of K’uk’ulkan!” exclaimed Namora defensively, “The princess was watched at all time aside from the time she had her private bath.”

At the word ‘private bath’, Namor spins around to face Namora with wide eyes. They converse in Maya, their speech too quick for the translators to pick up reliably. But with each word spoken, Namora became more and more mortified. Paradoxically, Attuma who was passively watching from the side burst out into laughter which earned him a glare from the two of them.

At last, Namor turns to Shuri with wide eyes and approaches her with quick steps. Both M’Baku and Okoye stepped in his way with a fierce protectiveness.

“Shuri,” he says her name breathlessly for the first time, “We must speak privately.” He never calls her by her first name. Shuri swallows. It must be serious.

She nods to her friends who looked at her with a questioning glance. With slight hesitation, they step away to the other side of the room, still eyeing Namor suspiciously.

He kneels before her, clearing his throat as he whispers so quietly that she can barely hear him, “You bathed in a pool that… glows?”

Her eyebrows scrunch up in confusion. She nods but what does this have to do with her supposed miracle pregnancy? Namor could barely meet her eyes. He wrings his hands nervously.

“My seed…” The tips of his ears began to turn bright red, “It has the mutated feature of… glowing bright blue.”

All the air was sucked out of her lungs.

“You mean—“ Shuri’s stuttering over her words as she’s struggling to process the information, “It wasn’t vibranium enhanced water?”

“Oh, it was vibranium enhanced,” he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, “Just… via my own self pleasure instead of—“

Shuri’s head grows lightheaded. The words he spoke echoed away into oblivion as she began to feel faint. She briefly notices Namor catching her before she slumps on the ground, eyes full of worry.

The last thoughts in her head before darkness overwhelms her was ‘Oh fuck, I’m having his pool baby.’

follow up drabble to pool baby:

“I still can’t believe I’m going to be a father.”

“Technically, the pool is the father. Not you.”

Within the royal physician's ward, the pair waited patiently for the palace doctor to arrive. Laying on the medical bed, Shuri rubs her stomach nervously through her hospital gown. At just a little over 3 months, her ‘pool surprise’ was clearly evident thanks to her prominent belly. A little too prominent for her comfort. Which is why they are here today for a formal check up with the doctor. A check up that Namor insists he attended as well.

The father-to-be frowns, “And the pool is a part of me? Would that not make me the father?”

Shuri was about to return with a snippy retort before a sudden knock on the door before bursting in comes the Wakandan royal physician—a cheery woman with bright yellow glasses and a shiny smile that could rival the sun.

“Hello! I am Doctor Anele! I’ll be checking up on mama and the baby today! Oh, what healthy glow you have, my princess! Motherhood suits you!” The doctor grabs Shuri’s hand and shakes it really well. She then turns to Namor with a beaming grin, “Good to see a happy mother and father to-be —”

“Oh, he’s not the father. His pool is. Technically, he did not participate in the conception—”

“Actually, I am the father. You see, the pool contains my own—”

“Lovely!” interrupts the doctor, her twitching grin never dropping, “We appreciate a supportive sperm donor!” She pats a stunned Namor on the shoulder before turning back to Shuri who was equally startled by the doctor’s tenacity.

“So, what concerns do we have today, if any? ”

“Well… I’m around 14 weeks now and my stomach is a little…” Shuri gestures wildly around her swollen belly, “Big? Humongous for 14 weeks? I know I’m fairly petite for my size but I feel like I’m about to burst and I still have several months to go!” Her lip trembles nervously, “I just… want to make sure everything is going ok in here.” Anele nods in understanding.

Shuri holds her belly, rubbing it once again, “I also worry that the… unusual method of conception may have led to something going wrong.” Namor swallows nervously.

“Do not worry, my princess,” Anele pats the back of Shuri’s hand reassuringly, “In vitro fertilization is a very safe method of conception.”

“Oh, I didn’t conceive via…” Shuri stutters over her words as she looks at the doctor nervously. Is it really worth the headache explaining the truth? Oh well, she can always bring it up later if it becomes relevant, “Actually, nevermind. Thank you for reassuring me, doctor.”

Letting go of her hand, Anele’s grin slips down into a gentle, calming smile as she puts on a new fresh pair of gloves with a smack, “ Everything will be ok, Mama. Let’s see this beautiful baby, shall we?”

—

Shuri squirmed as Anele rolls the transducer over her jellied up belly. At first, the monitor’s images were barely distinguishable— blotches of white, black and gray upon the screen. Namor and Shuri squint as they try to make sense of what they are seeing.

“Sorry that we are going a little old school today,” quips the doctor, “We haven’t had a baby in the palace for so long that we haven’t bothered to update much of the equipment.” She rolls the device over the belly until she pauses as an oblong shape appears on the screen, “I think we are looking at the baby’s head, so if I just go over here…” She sweeps the transducer upward until suddenly, Shuri and Namor gasp. Anele smiles.

“Well, that’s your baby, Mama.”

Two squirming legs. A nose. A mouth. A glimpse of a hand. Namor reaches out to the screen to trace the outline of the child. His child. He feels something warm brush against his other hand. Shuri’s hand reaching out to hold his own. He tangles his fingers with hers and she grasps him tightly. Their child.

“Hmm.”

Shuri’s heart clenches at the sight of Anele’s frown, “What? What is it?”

The doctor bites her lip as she scrunches her eyes at the screen, “Don’t panic Mama, but I think I see something a little off by the feet.”

Namor smiles, “Ah, that’s probably from me.” He points to his winged feet that were fluttering excitedly. Now that he has seen his child, the exciting anticipation of fatherhood grips him harder than before.

“Hmm, ah yes, they are there but… that’s not it.”

The mood in the room sours immediately.

“Explain quickly,” Namor barks it out like a command, earning him a tight admonishing squeeze from Shuri. The doctor was unphased by Namor’s order, purely focused on the task at hand. A true professional. Anele slides the transducer over Shuri’s belly, “Well, you see how that is your baby’s legs over here. Little winged feet and all.”

Shuri nods with baited breath. All the worst scenarios were running through her head. A sense of dread fills her. Namor rubs her hand with his thumb, trying to reassure her.

“And if you look over here,” She slips the transducer upward to another section of Shuri’s belly. Two little twig-like shapes appeared on the screen. Shapes that seem so similar to… Shuri’s jaw drops in realization. Anele points at them on the screen.

“That’s another set of legs.”

Namor’s trepidation melts into heartwarming relief as he turns to look at Shuri’s terrified face, “Princess, Ix Chel has blessed us so well! I can’t believe it!”

“Another set of—” Shuri’s breathing comes out in heaves, “Doctor, if I’m understanding correctly—”

“Congratulations Mama!” beams Anele as she taps the screen to save the image, “It seems like we’ll be having royal babies coming very soon!”

Once again, darkness consumes Shuri’s vision as the room spins around her. Namor quickly catches her before she slumps over, the last thoughts in her head being: I’m not having a pool baby. I’m having pool babies!

#nashuri #namor x shuri #shuri x namor #shuri #namor #fanfic #midnightoily-drabbles #cw pregnancy #seaprincess

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dadbabyyy · 1 year

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OKAY i don’t expect this ship to sail but if it does, i want to be a classic love story, where namor uses faux infatuation to manipulate shuri into an allegiance with talocan. he dotes on her, showers her with gifts, everything from indulgent garments to the rarest trinkets he finds as he travels the vast depths of the ocean, compliments, commenting on her radiant beauty, her will, her resilience, her strength, so much like her mother. he even grovels for forgiveness, for taking such a beautiful soul away from someone he now realizes never deserved it.

and it’s a ploy, but namor is good at it, so good, in fact, that he soon realizes it’s not a ploy anymore. and he actually gets excited when shuri comes around. and he doesn’t have to think about the compliments and when he comes across the most vibrant, stunning shell of a sea creature he cannot even think of what to do with it other than make something for shuri. and when he considers how he will ask her to be his queen, to unite as one kingdom, he of course thinks of his people, he will always think of his people, but he also thinks about how wonderful it will be to make shuri happy for the rest of her life.

and that’s why it’s incredibly devastating when shuri overhears namor telling namora that he only wants to help his people, that none of it is real, that he would never betray her or talocan in the name of an outsider.

#yeah yeah i know it’s hsm level Shit but IM A SUCKER FOR A CLASSIC MISUNDERSTANDING TROPE #namor x shuri #Val says stuff #ficlet #drabble #wakanda forever spoilers

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chaoticcatbunny · 5 months

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Talokanda Ball

Shuri’s dress is the dark purple one. Okoye’s dress is the wine red one. Namora’s dress is the light green one. Riri’s dress is the dark blue one with sparkles. Namor’s suit is the dark green one. Attuma’s suit is the gold one. Nakia’s dress is the dark blue one with the spaghetti straps. Toussaint is finally introduced to wakanda at this ball and of course his little suit has to match his mama 🥹.

It’s been nearly a year since the battle between Wakanda and Talokan ended. Things are still tense between the two nations so Black Panther Shuri, King M’Baku and the council decide to extend an invitation to Talokan. They are invited to a ball that will host both nations so that their peoples can interact together. The citizens of both nations are practically vibrating with excitement as they prepare for the ball.

Once everyone arrives at the citadel for the ball it’s seen that Namor can’t keep his eyes off of Shuri. Attuma had immediately left Namor’s side as soon as they stepped into the ballroom in search of Okoye. Namora remains seemingly glued to her older cousin’s side until he disappears to talk with Shuri. Riri finds the young general by herself and invites her to dance. Namora is hesitant but accepts.

Shuri is trying to shake Namor from her tail with Toussaint’s hand clutched tightly in her own. Attuma is seen swaying off the side of the room with Okoye wrapped in his big arms. Namor and Shuri pause in their game of cat and mouse when they hear gasps and whispers from the crowd. They share a look with each other before gently pushing their way closer to the dance floor. They see Namora leading Riri across the dance floor in a traditional Talokan dance. They stare in awe as the two young women move gracefully together around the dance floor.

Shuri sighs and realizes that she can’t run from Namor forever and that they need to further discuss the alliance between their nations.

#attoye #namora x riri #shuri udaku #namor #drabble #black panther wakanda forever #nakia #toussaint #m’baku

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fuckitwhenifeelit · 1 year

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K'uk'ulkan enjoys Wakanda's waters, air, and sights more than any place on the surface.

There's nowhere else he'd prefer to spend his free time (even if the swim took him an hour or two).

Shuri scheduled her experiments in the water for the afternoon, when the sun was high and the water more enjoyable. It's also around the time that he'd appear in the center (of Wakanda's section) of Lake Victoria, just floating atop the waves of the water.

He was too far to be noticed by passersby, concealed by bulrushes, but nothing could escape Shuri and her satellites. Especially not when he had been floating there with consistency, every day, during the afternoons, for a whole week.

The journey from Talokan to the Wakandan border had been filthy and K'uk'ulkan knows it will persist for every trip. So he had sped through those murky waters in the hopes of crossing the barrier, to finally inhale clean unpolluted air and soak in the fresh water and sun of Wakanda.

And here he was now. Bathing in the sun. Or sun-bathing. He had even divested himself of his royal accessories (currently stuck on the lake's floor.)

The sun should produce a scalding heat on his tan and tanner skin, but the nourishing water of Wakanda kept him hydrated. He dipped his whole body beneath the surface of the water every so often, so he never had to flip over--or float front-facing the water--in order to prevent a burn. It would be embarrassing, he knew, to be caught on their imaging... their cameras... with his bottoms up.

"He'll tan unevenly if he never rolls over on his stomach." He hears all the way from the shore. It was a woman's voice that carried over water.

He'd expected a Wakandan to catch him. But he knew that voice. Ko'olelo' Shuri.

K'uk'ulkan... Ah, he was just a man. Sometimes, in good humor.

He waits until the sun was at it's highest and hottest to turn his back towards the sun's rays. His soaked shorts may have clung very well to his buttcheeks.

As expected, the water carries her laugh. A really contagious laugh.

#she can see his backside but not his smile #namor x shuri #drabble?#fanfic #wip #namuri #nashuri #namor loves wakanda #as much as shuri loves talokan #idk thats MARRIAGE to me #ko'olelo' shuri means lady shuri #didnt wanna write 'prinsesa'

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ichorai · 1 year

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amor ; namor.

pairing ; namor x mutant!gn!reader

synopsis ; we know what it’s like to be punished for love.

words ; 1.1k

themes ; angst, fluff, mutant au, married au

warnings / includes ; no black panther: wakanda forever spoilers, reader is a mutant and can transform into a creature known as the mishipeshu, brief mentions of a conquistador and mutant bigotry, you and namor bicker like an old married couple <3

part two. main masterlist.

The feathered serpent god—K’uk’ulkan. Leader, savior, ruler.

That’s what your people called him. But not you.

“Mi amor,” you called out, a small crease of worry divoting between your brows. You rose from the waters and into the expansive cave, glowing a faint green from the bioluminescent sea lanterns, striding up to your husband. “You have yet to eat today. I’m worried about you.”

He glanced towards you, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. His arms extended to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and roping you closer. “I’m sorry—I’ll be down shortly. There’s just a lot on my mind right now.”

Humming in response, you placed a soft kiss to his cheek, then another to the side of his nose. A satisfied rumble thundered within his chest. With his free hand, he gestured to the rocky wall you were facing.

You tilted your head upwards, observing his handiwork. It was a grand mural, painted with bright coral pigments and sponge-tipped brushes. Every stroke held a thousand memories, every color a symbolic tale. It was no wonder Namor spent hours upon hours here.

“That’s me,” you whispered, stepping closer to the wall. It wasn’t you in your human form—it was an intricate drawing of Mishipeshu, as the land-dwellers called you when you transformed. There were about a couple dozen humans with spears pointed towards the creature. A lump formed in your throat. You could feel a tar-like darkness stain your insides at the memory. The surface-people were once your friends, but that was a lifetime ago.

“It was the day we met,” Namor susurrated, vibranium jewelry jingling as he strode towards the other side of the cave, where another painting resided. “When I found out you were not like the other Talokans—a mutant, like me.”

“That was not a pleasant memory. The humans I once trusted, betrayed me. They were hurting me and I… I thought you were going to do the same. I nearly killed you,” you sighed wistfully.

At that, Namor whirled around, arching a brow as he stalked back to you. “If I remember correctly, I almost killed you.” He leaned closer with a smug look etched over his features, only mirroring your steps every time you shuffled back.

“I am nearly sure I was winning that fight.”

His low chuckle reverberated through the cave. “I beg to differ.”

“I broke your arm!”

“I cut your tail off.”

“And then I married you not long after,” you gruffed with a scowl, gently shoving his face away when he backed you into a corner. “Besides, my tail grew back a month later—no thanks to you.”

“And who was the one that proposed marriage?” Namor leered, grabbing your wrists to keep you from swatting him.

A low growl caught in your throat. “You are insufferable, my love.”

He barked out a laugh. “As are you, mi vida.”

Then, he kissed you. It was a kiss of contrasts—his cold jewelry pressing flush against your sweltering skin, and his lips rough as his nose softly slotted against yours. The silence was loud, nearly deafening, only thickening as he crowded you against the wall, the damp stone scratching almost painfully against the bare skin of your back. But you didn’t care.

“Amor,” you croaked, when his lips left yours, trailing down your jaw, to your quivering throat, to your heaving cleavage. He hummed in question, wordlessly asking you what was on your mind. “Why me? Why did you choose to save me?”

“Because I saw myself in you,” he replied easily, letting go of your wrists so he could press a frigid palm flat over your sternum. He could feel the frantic thumping over your heart pulse, only seeming to quicken the longer he stared at you. “Because you’re the only one that can truly understand me.”

“Because we’re mutants?”

Namor regarded you silently, before dipping his head to kiss you, much slower this time. When he pulled away, he whispered, “Because we know what it’s like to be punished for love.”

You studied him with wide eyes—the emerald luminescence cast arching shadows over his face, and for a moment you understood just why everybody called him a god. He certainly looked like one.

But your love was not a god. He was a man—a man that lived through repeated nightmare after nightmare. A man who’d seen too much for a single lifetime. A man left with a legacy that he never asked for.

A man with mutant powers—like yours.

Did that make you a god?

To the surface-dwellers, that made you a monster.

“I love you,” he muttered into you, lifting his head to meet your eyes steadily. They were narrowed, dark and observant, as if searching you for any sign of regret. He uttered those words very sparsely, usually in the dead of night when you were already sound asleep, or when one of you had to leave Talokan for a long period of time.

The land-roamers called him Namor, a man without love—but he had so much to give to you. The love he harbored for you laid heavy and stagnant within his chest, clinging to every bone of his ribcage, to every pump of his heart. It was tricky and unfamiliar to deal with at first—because the only time he’d ever loved someone this much was for his mother. He was not talented in the art of love, that was certain.

He was never one to be insecure. But with a name such as Namor so deeply ingrained into his being, he could only wonder if that was perhaps true. A Spanish conquistador used his dying breath to call him devil-born, undeserving of love.

Was there truth to his words? Did he have your love in return? And if he did, would he deserve such love?

“You think so loudly,” you said, tilting your head. You kissed the corner of his mouth. Once, twice, thrice. He would do anything for a fourth. “I love you, amor. It’s like you said before—I was the one that wanted to marry you, remember?”

Your husband huffed, smiling fondly at the memory. “Mmh, very adamant about it, as well—”

“It’d be wise if you didn’t finish that thought, K’uk’ulkan.”

Playfully, he narrowed his eyes. “You’ll have to make me, Mishipeshu.”

You surged forward and slanted your lips against his once more, and Namor reciprocated with an equally passionate vigor.

Yes, he thought, as your muffled laughter rang through the cave whilst you kissed him, throwing your arms over his neck, he had your love. And he most definitely deserved it, too.

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It’s rare for you and Namor to be separated from each other. He always has a hand on you and the two of you fulfill your royal duties together, as a pair. When the occasion comes and you have to bid farewell for the time being, he’ll wrap you into a long embrace before giving you a kiss, vowing that he’ll return to you.

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bobaheadshark · 1 year

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Nashuri - Roses

A nashuri drabble, based on the word prompt: roses

(i.e. due to some grief going on in my personal life, i’ve had five weeks worth or more of writer’s block, and this was what I could manage)

Rated: G/T

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“Roses really smell like pooh-pooh ooh…” Shuri sings, very off key.

“This does not make sense. ‘Down to Mars’ girl. Mars is above us. We cannot be down to Mars, when mars is in constant orbit above our planet.”

“It’s just a song, Namor.”

“Yes, a very catchy song. A, how do you say it in your age, a banger-bop.”

“That is not how we say it, but okay.”

OutKast keep singing about leaning a bit closer, and it’s two in the morning, the lab is a little cold because of the delicate cores and material they’re working with, and Namor is obviously grumpy because he hasn’t eaten anything in hours, but Shuri thinks for the first time in a long time she might, possibly, be having fun.

The Vibranium power cell hovers on its tiny dias, glowing blue and purple, even more compact and efficient than when they first started working on it. Two kingdoms, sharing expertise, working for something greater than themselves.

And nobody said sharing expertise couldn’t be fun.

Shuri sways gently along to the song. Namor puts up a front of not being enthused, but he’s tapping one foot perfectly in time with the beat. Shuri finds herself wanting to engage him, has the mad impulse to even take his hands and boogie along, so she stops herself by dancing a respectful distance away.

“Had a lot of time to ponder songs while you were underwater, eh?”

“I got a gramophone right when it came out.”

She’s sure he didn’t mean for it to come out sounding so defensive. It makes the corners of her mouth quirk up, despite herself.

“You are so funny.”

“I keep up with the trends.”

“Okay, boomer.”

“Shuri,” he says, warningly. With as much bite as a sunfish would a sea snail.

In one over enthused move, Shuri bumps the side of the lab table, knocking a vibranium core slightly off balance. It’s in no danger of actually falling off, since Griot is programmed to follow her movement and constantly nanobots are at the ready to form a protective net.

But Namor lunges anyway. Half of his body ends up knocked into hers, one arm outstretched to catch the rock where it would’ve fallen, and logically, exploded.

The lab goes into darkness. The song, silenced.

The muscled bulk of Namor’s shoulder is hard against her lab coat, his bicep like a tree branch where she’s ended up tangled up against him, lifted up on her toes where he is pushed upwards. He seems partially caught in an attempt to push her away from danger, and half to take the brunt of the impact where the core would’ve detonated on the floor.

“What are you doing?” Shuri asks, blinking spots out of her eyes. She hadn’t even realised how bright it was.

“Helping you.”

“I was fine.” She swallows the lump in her throat. Tilts her chin at a display panel, glowing softly in the distance. “Built in failsafes.”

“I know.”

Neither of them moves. She thinks they probably should.

The lights stay low. The vibranium core stains the world blue.

She can feel him breathing; remembers the lightning fast way he crossed the room to her, even though her reflexes are just as fast as his, even though she has her panther habit on, even though she’s done this a thousand times before.

Shuri stretches an arm out gingerly, and plucks the core back from his hand to put on the table. He pulls slightly away and stands straight. He doesn’t avert his eyes, or anything like that. He just looks at her, and waits.

The moment stretches out too long between them. He’s close enough she can see the uneven direction that his beard is trimmed, with so many hours they’ve spent up here.

She leans in, and he does too, mouth parted like he wants to share a secret. But she bails at the last minute, acting like she wanted to move the vibranium piece back to safety.

“Griot, resume song.”

The beat comes back on, and the lab with it. Namor blinks once, then twice, understanding her meaning.

(And what is my meaning? Shuri asks herself. Half fearing the answer.)

Neither of them says anything, falling back into careful syncopation as they fuss with the nano batteries. There is only the sound of music in her lab and the careful hush of quiet work. The smell of molten silver and something aquatic from him that she can’t place, like open sky and dark water.

As he holds a piece in place for her to solder a component tight, she thinks to herself that maybe she didn’t make it up in her head.

That he once told her about the chucum blossom and the tortoise shell; and maybe he wasn’t really joking, when he called her something like a smoking star.

What does that mean? She’d asked.

Precious beyond compare. He’d said back, with the wealth of an entire world in his eyes.

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Last few lines are, afaik, from flower song, an Ancient Mayan poem

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