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heliads · 7 months

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Not sure if you write for Namor from MCU, but could you write Namor x Y/N Enemies to Lovers where Y/N is a Greek demigod who helps Namor after washing up injured and Namor pays them back by helping them deal with a monster? They’re enemies bc he still distrusts humans. Could Y/N also be a child of Hecate please?

had not seen wakanda forever but this request is so good that i specifically sought it out for you, anon. a+ job

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At this point, the man washing up on the shores of the sea isn’t even the strangest thing you’ve seen all day. Nor is he your chief concern. Normally, the boundary spells up around your city would keep out any intruders, unconscious men who might be soldiers be damned, but the boundary spells haven’t been working well as of late. That’s kind of why you’re here.

You consider him for a while, his unmoving form, the weapons at his sides still softly clinking as the rolling surf pulls them together, then decide that this is so not your problem and leave. Men destroy themselves all the time. This one, although stranger than most, will either be able to sort himself out when he wakes or be far beyond the reach of your help.

This sort of sentiment would strike many as unkind, but to you, it is nothing uncommon. This is survival. It has never been pretty. It works as well as you let it, and one moment of mercy can spell your death in a second. Right now, you’re not just responsible for yourself, but your entire civilization as well.

If you ask most scholars and historical enthusiasts, they’ll tell you that the lost city of Atlantis is a myth. Nothing real, just a bunch of old stories all tied together into one perplexing knot. The world loves disasters. The idea of a highly advanced Ancient Greek society sinking beneath the waves, all that knowledge and power gone forever, is highly corruptive. Some people spend their entire lives hunting down rabbit holes and paper trails to see if they could be the one to track it down, but in the end, no one actually wants to find Atlantis. The allure is in the impossibility.

You suppose that’s why they never managed it. Atlantis is somewhere out there, ripe for discovery, just as so many thrillseekers have envisioned. The only problem is that its inhabitants have absolutely no desire to be found, so no one has found it. You would know, you live there. In fact, you have lived there for a very long time. Not as long as the oldest; some of you have died by now, others have left, and many have been forgotten, but the stories of what it was like before you cut yourselves off from the world have been passed down for centuries, and you’ve heard and told most all of them.

The Atlantaens were in danger, that’s why you left the ancient world in the first place. Many scoff at the idea of the Ancient Greek pantheon today; so many gods and heroes and monsters, none of them kind, all of them doomed. We love to laugh at that which we do not understand, but the gods laugh at us for not believing, and then they damn us with curses and agents of destruction. The gods are real, all of them, and they do not take kindly to insults.

Over the course of time, while the Aegean Sea was settled and fought over, a certain kind of people tended to drift towards Atlantis. At first, the progression of its society was slow, but as rumors grew of its inhabitants, those who found they had more in common with the Atlantaens than their own people left their homes to find a true one.

To put it plainly, Atlantis was home to the demigods, the ones chosen by the Fates for a higher purpose. Many Greeks went their whole lives without being called upon the gods. Others couldn’t have a good night’s sleep without being plagued by visions of future quests in their dreams. So much immortal attention attracted the ire of the Athenians, the Spartans, everyone. Out of fear for their lives and a desire for more, those of you touched by the Olympians went to Atlantis, and once there, you never wanted to leave.

For a while, this progression was fine. No one bothered you on Atlantis because they weren’t stupid enough to try and attack an island full of half-gods and heroes. During difficult times, though, when harvests weren’t bountiful and water supplies grew dry, it was easier for outsiders to blame the island of outcasts than their own city-states. Thieves started sneaking onto Atlantis, burning your crops before vanishing under the cover of night. Prized possessions went missing. Families were hurt.

Without a definable cause, infighting erupted between demigods. Old angers between godly parents renewed themselves among their children. Poseidon’s children swore destruction on Athena’s chosen scholars. Ares’ soldiers spit at the feet of any tinkerer of Hephaestus who crossed their path.

Eventually, it became clear to the island leaders that drastic changes had to be made before the island tore itself apart. The demigods never attacked each other before things started turning sour, so the enemy was obviously the outsiders. To solve the crisis, the strongest of the demigods turned to the gods for help, and for once, they answered. Atlantis was cast away from the rest of the city-states, veiled from mortal eyes and dragged further into the Mediterranean Sea. You still had all the resources you needed from your island, you just weren’t hurt by the mortals.

Thus life carried on for centuries. Your art and achievements continued to expand at a breakneck pace. You lived longer, accomplished more. The gods smiled upon you. Your island was huge, your society could flourish without being impeded by the limits of your land. It became clear that the bad times had ended.

Or, they had, and then the first monster showed up. Without constant invaders, the art of fighting had somewhat fallen out of fashion. Ares’ descendants would never allow it to die completely, but it had become almost archaic. The monster was eventually slain, but it sparked fear into the hearts of the Atlantaens, and made everyone realize that they weren’t invulnerable.

The people of Atlantis responded in two separate ways. Some flung themselves before their temples, praying to the gods to deliver them again. They waited in their homes for an inevitable second attack, shaking and scared. Others, like you, realized that the only ones who would save you would be yourselves. The gods respond to insult; they removed Atlantis from the mortals because their offerings were constantly raided. One monster on an island of many is not worth their concern. It is up to you to protect your people.

You have two ways of saving your island. One is through the sword. The other is with your spells. Your mother, Hecate, often visits her children in dreams to instruct them in the magical arts. You’ve learned many spells and incantations, and they’ve come in handy as more and more monsters appear. You can only hope that they will be enough to continue the defense of the island. It seems as if the attacks will never end.

And, chillingly, perhaps they never will. You and your fellow demigods, the ones that decided to fight back instead of waiting for a salvation that will never come, have made a plan to save yourselves. Part of that involves regular patrols and expeditions to the outermost reaches of the island to kill any monster that crosses your path. You have enchanted swords at the ready, plus half a dozen defensive spells burning under your fingertips. This is not the time at which you die.

You have enjoyed many patrols over the past few years, but today, your veins are thrumming with adrenaline even more than at the start. You know something is out there. A couple of farmers turned up with bloody livestock, scared of something poaching their animals. Scales and talons have been found. If you’re right— and let’s be honest, you really don’t want to be— you’ve got a Hydra on your hands.

That’s bad news. The monsters were small at the start; a lesser scourge here and there, a malevolent spirit, and then they got bigger. A harpy. A medium sized giant. If you’re getting hydras— well, maybe you’ll have to make some good offerings to the gods in addition to your regular training. Some divine protection couldn’t hurt at a time like this.

That’s why you can’t afford to worry about a man passed out on your shores, not yet. Yes, he is a problem, a definitive sign that the godly interference that should be protecting Atlantis has started to slacken, but you can deal with him after you kill the hydra that’s after both of you. Always the monster you know, right? Or the monster you know is lurking in the undergrowth, ready to slaughter you and your entire island.

You had planned on coming back for the guy, sure, but maybe his unconscious body doesn’t believe that, because you’ve hardly taken ten steps past his fallen form when he suddenly jerks to life. It’s like reanimating a corpse, how he moves; from nothing to everything all at once. His eyes go wide, and he gasps desperately for air, one hand reaching to his throat. Strangely enough, he doesn’t choke out water, but blood, a few scarlet mouthfuls before he lies on his back once more, twitching into stillness.

You peer back over at him. Not dead yet, his chest still rises and falls with desperate breaths. It would be smart to carry on your path and only check in with this man when you’re sure a monster won’t lunge at you out of the surrounding trees the second you turn your back, but he’s spotted you already. One hand reaches out towards you, trembling, from where he lies in the surf.

He starts to open his mouth, and you silently prepare yourself for some sort of desperate plea, a call for aid. Instead, you’re surprised when all the man says is, “Were you really going to leave me to die here?”

You blink at him. “I thought you were already dead.”

He has the audacity to frown at you. “I would have died if I needed help and you didn’t provide it.”

You can’t believe he’s washed up on your island– you know, the unfindable one– and has the nerve to question your hospitality. “Same difference.”

“Not to me,” he harrumphes, and starts to sit up. So he really isn’t dead. If he isn’t dying, though, that means it actually is your duty to help him. You’re more of a soldier than a nurse, so he’d better not have any broken limbs. Seeing as you really have no choice, you bite back a bitter groan and help him at last. He eyes you distrustfully, but lets you drag him farther from the tide. You had intended to prop him up against a tree or something, but he protests when he gets too far from the water, so you settle for a smooth boulder close enough to the surf that the waves still crash over his feet.

Strangely enough, the water seems to be helping him heal. You can see the ghosts of scars criss crossing his chest, but they don’t appear to be old wounds. Instead, they might be recent.

You squint at him. “Do you have enhanced healing?”

“And strength,” he adds. “I wouldn’t recommend trying to kill me. You would die before you got the chance.”

If this is how strangers act when you try to help them, you’re not surprised that the ancient Atlantaens asked the gods to cordon off their island. “I could tell you the same thing. Keep your hands where I can see them.”

He regards you for a second. “Why should I do what you tell me? I don’t bow to strangers.”

“Neither do I,” you force out through gritted teeth, “and right now, you’re on my land, so I suggest you learn to scrape at least a little bit.”

He narrows his eyes. The salty sea air blows his dark hair against his face, revealing more of the ornate jewelry around his neck. It looks ancient, perhaps even as old as your society. Although you’d like nothing more than for him to hurry off of Atlantis, you can’t help your curiosity and open your mouth to ask about it.

You’re cut off before you get the chance. The man doubles over all of a sudden, hands flying to his throat once more. Now that you’ve moved him farther away from the ocean, you have a better look at his wounds, and although they’re healing quickly, they look severe. Severe enough to kill him even with advanced health.

Swearing, you raise your hands and begin chanting. Healing spells have become increasingly useful as of late; Hecate’s children learn at least one before they're even knee height, and you’ve had plenty of chances to practice these sorts of incantations thanks to the sudden surge of monster attacks.

Tendrils of magic fly from your hands and wrap around the man. The spells target the injuries across his chest, his heart, his throat, and strangely enough, a few fly down to one of his ankles, repairing a set of wings above his feet. You chant until your throat goes hoarse, until he stops choking, until his breathing settles. Only then do you lower your hands, and wait there in terrible transience, waiting for him to say something.

At last, slowly, incredulously, he does. “What did you do?”

“I saved your life,” you say.

He nods. “I know. With magic?”

You incline your head. He ponders this for a moment longer, then extends a hand towards you. “My name is Namor.”

You stare at his outstretched palm, then take it. “I’m Y/N. Welcome to Atlantis.”

He doesn’t believe you at first. It appears that the rumors of Atlantis’ disappearance are more widespread than you thought if they’ve managed to reach an underwater Mesoamerican city across the world. Namor believes you soon enough, though, especially when he’s gathered his strength enough for you to lead him up a rocky cliff so he can see the majesty of your island sprawling out before him.

The sight stuns even you, with your years of remembering it, so you’re pleased to see that Namor looks appropriately stupefied. Atlantis is a marvel; crisscrossing colonnades, magnificent gardens, marble roofs shining in the sun, temples to so many gods and goddesses that even you can’t remember them all. Children run laughing in the streets, and their parents chastise them or smile at the fun they’re having. A flock of university students chatter on their way to class. Soldiers practice in an open training yard, and the clash of bronze echoes such that you can hear it even here, on the very outskirts of the island.

“This is your home?” He asks.

You smile. “It is.”

“Why were you all the way out here, then?” Namor queries, “If not looking for dying men to ignore?”

You roll your eyes. “I saved you eventually, didn’t I?”

He laughs. “Only when I asked you to. Some would call that heartless.”

You arch a brow. “Would you?”

He takes a step closer to you. “No,” he says at last, “I don’t think I would.”

You breathe out evenly and then, to hide the sudden pressure between your ribs, change the subject. “How did you come here, Namor? Our island is under enchantment to hide us from the rest of the world. You never should have been able to come here, especially not since it’s so far from where you were.”

Namor sighs. “I don’t know. I was returning home with my people after a truce with the Wakandans. We were attacked on the way by something, some sort of monster. I don’t know what it was. We managed to kill it, but while I was leading it away from our home, it struck me through the chest. I must have lost consciousness after I struck the killing blow, and then I woke up here.”

This makes worry tie up your stomach in tight knots. “A monster?”

You look back towards your shining city. Everyone seems to be happy and carefree right now, but if your monsters are cropping up in other parts of the world– if you cannot protect yourselves, not even if you had to run from Atlantis– there is no telling how long any of you could survive, especially not if the monsters keep getting bigger.

Namor lays a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Is everything alright, Y/N?”

“No,” you say firmly, “It’s not. Our peace has been shattered as of late. More and more monsters show up on our borders. I was out here to find another one that’s been spotted recently, a hydra. Even if I kill this one, though, it’ll be replaced by two more the next day. They never stop coming.”

The look in Namor’s eyes is soft, understanding. He knows what it’s like to feel as if you cannot keep your own people safe. “I will seek out this hydra with you. I have to go back to Talokan soon, but you have my word to return whenever you need help.”

You regard him questioningly. “Why would you make such a promise? We only just met.”

He lifts a shoulder. “You saved my life, I owe you a debt. Besides, we only have so many places free of humans left in the world. We should protect each other when we can.”

You smile, then decide to tease him a little more. “You know I’m half human, right?”

He feigns disgust. “I will only help half of your city, then.”

You laugh. “And kill half the hydra? That’s ridiculous.”

“No more than someone only being half immortal,” he points out. “How does that even work?”

You grin. “I try not to think about it.”

He matches your pleased expression. “Then I won’t, either.”

And so your daily patrol is joined by a feathered serpent god. The two of you stalk silently through the forests on the outskirts of Atlantis, marking signs of heavy travel. Intent on your prey, you manage to locate it with a combination of your spells and his experience. Killing the hydra is difficult, obviously; Tartarus does not make its monsters without wanting them to be impervious to most attacks, but when the dust settles, both of you are still alive and without too much damage. The same cannot be said for the dead monster, so a win’s a win.

The two of you stand there for a moment longer, weapons in hand, and then Namor slowly, remorsefully lifts his gaze from the dead hydra to look at you. “It’s time for me to go,” he says softly, “Talokan will be expecting me. They will wonder why I have not returned. I cannot afford for them to attack Wakanda again out of some nonexistent threat to their leader.”

“I understand,” you reply. You don’t like it, though. Not nearly as much as you would have liked it when you first found him on your shores.

“I should go,” he repeats, but his weapons are gone from his hands and he’s striding towards you, closing the distance in a breath, kissing you.

“You should go,” you tell him, but his hands are on your hips and you don’t want him to let go, not now, and certainly not to a city across the sea.

“I should–” Namor begins, but you interrupt him to kiss him again. His fingers curl against your sides, and you know for certain that he wants to leave just about as you want him to.

He does force himself away eventually. Both of you understand that there is and will always be something greater than the two of you at stake. Neither of you are just a person, just a god; the fate of your homes is far more pressing than any personal want. Still, when you walk back with him to the ocean and watch him disappear beneath the glimmering blue of the waves, you know that you’ll regret every lost moment.

Still, there is hope that you might see him again. He told you how to find Talokan, and Namor is familiar with Atlantis now. You could find each other again, frame it as a need for your countries to have diplomatic relations. You could be happy again. It might take time, but it could happen. You, for one, will be counting down the days until then.

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demigoddessqueens · 1 year

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windows to the soul

Tagging fellow Namor fan @urlocallsimp

Summary: You get lost in Namor’s eyes, pondering on him and the dynamic you two share.

A/N: I’m in love with his eyes and expressions, and this is also a bit into the whole theme of ‘con la brisa’ lyrics

He swayed hot one moment, then cold the next. You could read his emotions like a tome whenever the eyes cooled or shone.

But they never looked at you with malice. Only love. There were the conflicts when anger could be high, but the eyes never betrayed him. It was only a protective love that glazed over them.

You both burnt down the fantasies and daydreams that lingered, and made your bed in the ashes of your life together. It was better to be reborn together in the life that reality offered to you. He was here with you in your arms, and the warmth of his body was your anchor.

Fingers dug into the delves of each other’s flesh, holding tightly to the earthly coil of your love. Curves and marks complemented each other as the halves of your whole heart.

Namor gave you the world when he held you in his arms. Be it within the view of Talokan or in the purple clouds lit by the sun, home was whenever you were with him.

Even now as you kiss him with fervor, a simple smile etches across his face as you plaster them across his face and cheeks. The low rumble in his chest from laughter echoes though you.

“Such affection. Is there a reason for as to why you are spurred today?”

You looked up at him with eyes as wide as dinner plates, searching for reassurances with each other.

“Nothing. Just—grateful to have you. For everything you’ve given to me in this life.”

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azari-31 · 6 months

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Two worlds collide - Namor x OC/reader

A/U: so.... it's finally here. Im bad at writing a romantic non angst things, cuz i love angst. I had no idea how to write some scenes, but maybe in a few weeks i'll update it with this missing scenes. For now - enjoy this "masterpiece". Sorry for some mistakes, but i'm not good at english as i want to be. the end. now...

Enjoy!

words; 3700-ish

She hid behind the column and prayed to any deity to stay unseen. Tears ran from her eyes and a silent sob escaped her mouth. She wanted to come back home, to hug her mum. She wanted to reunite with her mother!

The blue people were killing everyone one by one. Screams of guards and priests hurt her ears. She covered them with her small hands, but it didn't help much. That was horrifying. Unconsciously, Azula called to her magic and a fire ring appeared around her protecting her from anyone.

Soon after everything ended.

Screams and yanking of steel; everything went silent. The only sounds were grunts of dying soldiers. Girl managed to open her eyes and looked at the battlefield. Flames slowly went out and left a burned mark on the ground.

A young boy looked at her and offered his hand. He spoke something to her in an unknown language. Terrified, she was looking at him for a relatively long time until one of her fellow prisoners said to her.

-He's asking you to join him. - the closest woman translated the newcomer's words. - He said he sees your talent and that he can provide you with shelter.

-Why? - she turned to this boy and the chains on her ankles crunched. Azula felt as the blood flowed down from wounds. She was weak. Very weak. Girl stumbled, but quickly regained her balance. Chains weighed her down and irritated her wounds. Pain was almost unbearable. She clenched her teeth.

In a matter of seconds one foreign warrior came to her and broke her shackles. With no word she grabbed the warrior’s arm and rested all of her weight on him. Girl didn’t even notice K’uk’ulkan walking towards her.

-Friends? - she looked surprised at the boy's hand and then at him. He wanted to be her friend? It was strange and uncommon for her.

She took a glimpse at the surroundings and finally answered:

-Friends. - flame in her eyes ignited with joy in her heart.

~*~

Many years have passed. Azula has excelled at magic as a witch. Her body was adjusted and used to do more demanding and experienced magic. A curse of fire in her blood was still a problem, but thanks to Namor it wasn’t that much of a problem.

After all these years her friendship with the king of Talokan grew stronger. They were inseparable. They could end each other’s sentences like they read their minds. This bond was something they needed. Both of them had time and no biological family to love. Two kids from different worlds – the surface and underwater. Something no one could think would work. Their feelings grew stronger and suddenly they couldn’t live without each other.

Azula was doing some ancient ritual when Namor came out of the sea. Spirits of the dead were surrounding her and the campfire. It was the time of year, when the spirits of ancestors wanted to meet with the living ones, but in Azula’s tradition it was about giving power to the dead. Her clan believed spirits had to consume their descendants’ magic to be able to survive.

Namor sat down on the rock silently and watched her moves with admiration. This woman was graceful and delicate despite the power that was surging inside. He saw a few burns and wounds from her fire. They made beautiful marks like tattoos, but painful. Many times he had to tend to her wounds, because she was exhausted.

-I got you, Mi Reina. - he said as he caught her. The love for her was so strong.

-K’uk’ulkan. - a smile appeared on her face at the same moment as she saw his face. - Thank you.

-You know I could burn the world for you. - he caressed her face and kissed her forehead.

-It’s my thing, Elio. Your domain is water and stick to it. - she winked with greater smile.

~*~

She barged into the ruined throne room right after M’Baku. She looked around and her eyes stopped at one point. There he was, in the broken window, looking at the young crying princess. For a second she laid eyes on the floor and saw Ramonda’s unconscious body. From that moment everything went silent.

-Bury the dead. Mourn your losses. You’re the Queen now. - Suddenly, the meaning of Namor’s words came to the witch. One look at the scene; Shuri stopped by M’Baku, Okoye and Nakia trying to resuscitate Ramonda and Riri. This was enough for her. K’uk’ulkan looked at Azula for the last time before he decided to go back. Her rage turned into blue-ish flames covering her arms.

-Estas muerto, Namor. - she threatened and sent a fireball at him. Before Namor disappeared, she could see the betrayal in his eyes. When he was already gone, she snapped out of trans and didn’t think twice of what she was doing. The flames vanished spontaneously leaving her skin burned.

Okoye was still trying to resuscitate Ramonda, but her efforts were in vain

-She has passed. - silent words came out of Nakia’s mouth. Everyone heard it, but not Azula. Witch forced her whole body to move. As she was close, she pushed Okoye away and kneeled beside Ramonda. Azula took a knife out of her pocket and cut the inside of her hand. Then she put it on the queen’s chest, tainting the material of the dress.

-It’s not too late. - Azula said to herself. - There’s still hope. I feel her spirit. - she wiped tears away from her face and started some incantations. Her voice was cracking, breaking every few words. Even breath control didn’t help. She put everything in that spell; her emotions, feelings, even her soul. Damn it, she would sell it to Satan himself if she could. She couldn’t fail this time, she just couldn’t.

Witch felt the curse kicking in, but it didn’t stop her, even made her sacrifice more for a friend. The feeling of her magic devouring her from inside was excruciatingly painful. At some point she heard her scream. Azula forced every molecule of her body to do as she commanded. The flames subtly covered Ramonda’s body and pumped life energy inside.

Suddenly she encountered a void. An empty vessel without even the smallest signs of life. Azula’s magic hasn't had anything to become an anchor. Nothing worked. Even draining from her life forces didn't help. Flame in her dangerously dimmed inside.

Like behind the mist, she saw Shuri crying over her mother's corpses. She failed. Again. Tears started to flow from her eyes and blurring her vision. Drained out of energy, Azula barely stood up by herself. She looked at the ruined throne room and tragedy in front of her before she left them. She had unfinished business with someone.

~*~

Azula entered Namor’s chamber like it was her own. Inside she encountered his third-in-command. They weren’t friends for a long time, but now this “not caring about the other” turned into hatred.

-Leave us alone. - she commanded with her strong voice, but the warrior didn’t even flinch. Commander waited for her King’s reaction. He nodded and the talokanian warrior left the room. From now on they were the only people inside. The silence between them was terrifying and tension was almost touchable.

-Long time no see, Zaz… - he wanted to greet his friend, but didn’t have a chance. She pushed away his hands. Next thing she did was attack him verbally.

-Cut that shit, Namor. We both know what you did.

-So it's no longer 'Mi Corazón'? Not even Elio? - he asked playfully, with a little bit of sarcasm. But under this facade he hid the little fear. She had magic in her possession. Five hundred years of magical experience and knowledge.

-You attacked Wakanda against our agreements. - The witch's voice was harsh and washed from emotions. - The country of my beloved friend!

-They didn’t pick a side and that was my warning. And now I need you to help me destroy them once and for all. - the calm in his voice sent chills down her spine. For a moment she forgot how dangerous he was. Underwater, in his domain, she had low chances for winning in a direct fight. Of course Azula could beat him, even kill him, but it required time. And he wouldn’t give her that in a fight.

-You killed their Queen! - she shouted, but her voice seemed flat, once again washed from any form of emotion. Her eyes were piercing his very soul. He wanted to flinch, but his pride didn't let him. When he looked at her, in her irises he saw something that he didn't think he would see again. It was something primal, something wild and untamed. Something from her past.

-That was necessary. And I don’t owe you any explanation. - he said and looked away from her piercing gaze. It was often fascinating, but this time it was paralyzing. Sometimes he felt like beneath Azula’s skin a monster was hidden. Like she was a monster in human flesh. Or rather unsatisfied, ferocious flame.

-I can curse you forever and you will never experience the feeling of water again. - she started her tirade on him. She didn’t even try to hold her magic anymore. She wanted to do a scary spectacle. - I can make you as weak as the human race is, even weaker than them. - woman threatened him with magic focused in the palm of her hand.

Her fingers touched his skin subtly as the magic tightened its grip on his throat. Suddenly he felt like his power and vitals left him. The feeling lasted only for a short amount of time, but it was strange, almost frightening for him. Now he knew Azula thrived as a magic user and was much more powerful than before, when she left Talokan and him for the surface world. But still he didn’t know her full potential, neither did she.

-Even then I will not change my decision. - he hissed through his teeth. He couldn't let her know how scared he was. - My people will follow me and do everything to protect Talokan. - he answered with confidence and calm worthy of the greatest king and warrior.

-You’re ready to start a war with the surface? - Azula was surprised by the decision of her friend and the idiocy of the plan. But the rage was more powerful and it quickly covered every other thoughts and emotions. - Fully knowing the consequences of not having an alliance with Wakanda? Or any powerful ally?

-I won't make a pact with them anymore. They had their chance. - he turned to the paintings and it looked like he studied it for a moment. The picture showed a short story about how Azula met him and became the Protector of this city. And his heart. - And they rejected my offer.

-Why? - she asked while holding her anger and grief in check. They both knew bad emotions were the best fuel for her dark magic, even better than sacrifices. He learnt it the wrong way a long time ago and didn't want a reround.

-One of them killed a guard. - as the meaning of words came to her, she looked at him stunned. Someone didn’t tell her all the facts and truth. She knew Talokanil meant everything to Namor. He could do anything for them, even die if that meant he protected them. The fact that someone killed one of his subjects was terrifying. For sure it was Nakia, because Shuri and Riri had no weapons to execute anyone. - That is the real reason for my aggression towards Wakanda. That’s how Talokanil and K’uk’ulkan return the favor.

-Tell me one thing. - she asked, fighting with the urge to destroy something and crying from helplessness. She kept her composure with the last piece of energy she had left. - Why am I not even surprised by what you want to do? - the pain in her voice was almost touchable for the ruler of the underwater kingdom. - You killed their queen, destroyed their capital and you want more?!

-I'll bring justice for my people.

-That’s not justice! That was pure revenge. - she hissed. Magic flames almost covered her irises for a brief moment. And yet he took a step towards her.

-I must secure Talokan’s future. That was always my goal and you knew it from the beginning of our relation. - K’uk’ulkan answered confidently, trying to keep his emotions and feelings hidden. Now he wasn’t sure about which side Azula picked. Just in case, he must’ve been prepared for everything. - And Wakanda will be our warning for the surface world.

-I could kill you right now ‘cause of your broken promise. - she warned him while she stepped further from him. The feeling of her magic surprised him again. It was climbing from his feet. They looked deeply in each other's eyes fighting a wordless battle. The face of a man she loved so deeply for years; now she didn’t recognize it, like it belonged to a completely different person.

-We were friends once. Why can’t we go back to those times? - he asked, and his look softened. He tucked a strand of her hair in his fingers and gently put it behind her ear. She knew he was trying to make her choose him, but she already decided. - Join me and … - he started, but the witch stopped him in the middle of the sentence.

-In the name of the friendship we once shared, from the respect to each other we once had I won’t kill you this time. - she said and turned her back to him. She made a few steps to the doors, but stopped about 1 meter in front of the exit. - Next time we’ll meet on the battlefield… We won’t fight on the same side. And I won't be that merciful as I am today. - K’uk’ulkan noticed gathering tears in her eyes. Instincts forced him to wipe them away, but he resisted this urge. It wasn’t appropriate and wanted by her. It would end terribly for both of them.

-Azula… - he tried again, but he failed once more. All his thoughts were focused on this woman and how he could persuade her to stay with him and fight by his side. He couldn’t lose her as an ally, but mostly as a friend. Not because she was powerful, but because she was the closest person he had after his mother. But something she said next broke his heart into a million pieces irrevocably.

-You really are a niño sin amor. - she said before vanishing from Namor’s chamber. A one single drop of tear rolled down her cheek, but she quickly wiped it away. Today she lost two of her friends. How much must she lose before she can live peacefully? - she asked herself while she went back to her room in Wakanda's palace. She only prayed that the upcoming war won't end by his or Shuri’s death.

Why does she always have to suffer? Why can’t anything go strictly as it was planned? And why does it always involve hurting someone close to her?

~*~

She sat alone on a rock for a long time now thinking about everything that happened. She knew she did everything she could, but couldn’t help herself. She blamed herself for Ramonda’s and T’Challa’s deaths. She could prevent those events from happening, but she failed. And now she had to pay the price.

-Zaz? - he asked, surprised while walking out of the water. He didn’t expect her coming to Talokan nor even calling him ever again. They were enemies with a shared, and maybe for her, unwanted past. But there she was, waiting for him.

-You came. - she smiled slightly. Namor could only see her right profile. Her eyes were directed into the sunset. The beach she chose meant something to both of them. They met here for the first time and became friends.

-You called. - he answered and took a few steps in her direction. He stopped right in front of her and sat beside the rock. They watched the sunset together in complete silence. Instinctively she put her hand on Namor’s head and started playing with his hair.

In this precise moment there was nothing else, but them and the setting sun. He gently put his head on the side of her thigh. Namor just wanted to be a normal man, even for a short while. And all that mattered for her was to be with him.

-Mi corazón. - she whispered, still looking at the horizon. It felt like they went back in time, when they were just lost, abandoned kids. - Do you remember our talk about our lifespans? - he nodded in agreement. - I wasn't entirely honest with you that day.

-What do you mean?

-You can live for about how many years more, huh? It's gonna be at least 500 years. We don't know that. - she shrugged without any other move - On the other hand, I knew that you would outlive me. I use dark magic and this type of magic focuses on sacrifices, like plants or animals. Or the user's life force. I did it to extend my life, but it was only temporary. I always knew that.

-But you perform sacrifices every time. You were very cautious about it. - a sad smile showed on her face for a second and quickly faded.

-I told you this a long time ago and I'm gonna tell you again. Every…

-What did you do? - he asked, scared of what she could do or already did. He couldn't afford to lose her now. Nor ever.

-...thing has a price. And I didn't pay the price for defying death twice.

-What do you mean by "defying death"? - he asked, terrified. As the last words came out of his mouth, Azula turned to him and showed her full face. The left part was missing. It looked like it was burned. Namor looked at her in shock.

-Year ago I tried to bring T'Challa back to life. It didn't go well and from that moment I balanced between life and death. Second time was right before Shuri took the throne. I struggled with resurrecting Ramonda, but that went even worse than I expected. - she spoke last words shyly, like she didn’t want to admit it to him. Admit that she failed. Even if it was his fault.

-How long… - the man tried to ask, but he couldn't say anything.

-I have a few minutes, maybe less. - she replied shortly. - If it's about how long I hid this from you and others… - she pointed at the scarred part and tried to smile, but it didn't work. - More than a year. It became worse after T’Challa’s failed resurrection.

-No… - Namor said, still not believing in Azula's words.

-You craved for an answer why I called you today. So here it is. I wanted to see my old friend and the love of my life for the last time. - she smiled slightly. Her answer seemed honest and genuine; no hooks or hidden meanings.

-I asked you once if you could be Mi Reina. - he smiled and joined their hands together. It felt good, like they were meant for eachother.

-And I said 'over my dead body'. - woman chuckled quietly.

-But you already were the queen of my heart. - He confessed and looked at her. In her eyes he saw joy and tiredness. Both feelings were fighting with each other for dominance, but neither could win. For now, all she felt was overwhelming joy. She'll die in the arms of a man she loved for so long.

-Can I ask you for something?

-Anything for you, Mi Reina. - he couldn’t hold back his tears anymore, but he had to. That was her goodbye to the world and to him. And he couldn’t stop it.

-Try to love the surface and its people. They've changed, the world has changed. And you will find someone worth trusting. Just give them a chance. - she asked him. All she ever wanted was to be with him. Just like now, only two ordinary people, no more nor less. But that was a dream, and her dreams never came true.

-You are the only part of the surface world I love. - his attempts to hold his tears failed. Soon one tear ran down his cheek and after this another came. It shocked Azula to her core. Last time she saw Namor crying was after his mother’s death.

-But not the last. - her words were full of hope and kindness. He couldn’t believe how she could be so kind and happy and hopeful in her last moments of life. He barely believed that moment existed and it was real.

-I always loved you, Mi Reina. - he said with a fading smile. He did not hold back his tears. - And I always will. - he gently put a kiss on her forehead.

-See? They were wrong. - she smiled through her and his tears. - You can love. - he watched as she took her last breath and her eyes closed for eternity. Her grip on his hand loosened up and the heart stopped beating. With tearing eyes he hugged her dead body to his own. All those years lost because of thought he knew better. Her death was caused by his selfishness and not listening to his best advisor. The flame in her was gone. And with that his last piece of love for the surface world.

~*~

He already missed her heartbeat and her smile. Her true happy smile. Everyone he loved was dead. But Talokan still existed. And with it her flame and dream did too. That was the only thing that mattered now.

The funeral ceremony was made with great respect.Talokanil farewelled her like a Queen, whom she was for them. He wanted to bury her underwater, near him and his people. But that was his selfishness speaking.

Long time ago she confessed to him about her wishes of last destination. She mentioned one place. A small city by the sea, near Alicante. Her hometown. That, he remembered. And she deserved this, to be buried in her ancestors’ home. Nevertheless, she deserved to live even more.

-K’uk’ulkan. - Namora greeted her king. Even she felt grief. Azula gave her heart to this kingdom and its people.

-Yes?

-Queen Shuri is asking you to take Azula’s tomb. What shall I say?

-That I’m going with them to make sure her last wish will be executed properly. - Namor commanded. He took a glimpse at the mosaic of him and Azula. Kids from 2 different worlds marked with violence for the rest of their days. Even after 5 centuries he would do the same thing; he would still ask Azula to be his friend. And he would finally ask her to become his queen.

#namor x reader #mcu namor #black panter wakanda forever #wakanda forever #marvel mcu #witch #fire witch #mcu fanfiction #namor fanfiction #friends to enemies #enemies to friends to lovers #lovers to enemies #angst #oneshot

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amayasmoon · 1 year

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Eyes on Me, Namor x reader x Shuri oneshot

Tags: namor x reader x shuri, reader takes the place of nakia, reader with female anatomy, she/her pronouns used, flirtatious reader, jealousy, threesome, competition, established relationship with shuri, some Xhosa and Yucatec Mayan(please let me know if any of the translations are wrong)

Multiple writers credit: @amayasmoon tumblr, @graymanshoots tumblr.

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Translations:

In Xhosa-

Unjani- How are you?

Ndiphilile- I’m fine

In Yucatec Mayan-

In yaakunaj- my love.

Summary: Shuri’s partner is sent to retrieve shuri from Talokan, instead they fall for Shuri’s captor.

You stood at the edge of the water, ready to begin your

mission to retrieve your love, the sole heir to the Wakandan throne. The pressure was on, but you remained calm as always. As you began your dive, the chill of the ocean’s depth enveloped you. The silence clears your mind, giving you a chance to review your gameplan. As soon as you make contact with the princess, the both of you will make your escape.

You reached your destination after what felt like an

eternity in the darkness, a bright light near the bottom of the ocean. You could faintly hear the princess’ voice from the opening. There was no turning back.

As you dropped into the cave, you made contact with

princess Shuri, speaking freely with an enemy soldier. Your presence was quickly detected. As you drew your weapons, fully prepared to fulfill your mission by any means, you realized you were vastly outnumbered. Several Talokan soldiers encircled you, weapons drawn. You kept your gaze on the princess, her mouth covered by the soldier that had conversed with her. Though she could not speak, her eyes pleaded with you to stand down. You knew you had made a mistake. Retracting your weapons, you knelt promptly, bowing your head in an attempt to ease the tension. As you looked around, you noticed the beauty of your location; it wasn't just a natural cave, it was meticulously constructed. The soldiers disarmed themselves as familiar winged feet entered your view. The enemy. He spoke an unfamiliar language, and almost immediately the soldiers fled, leaving just the three of you in the cave. He took your face in his hands, examining your features with an unfamiliar softness in his eyes. It was only now you got a clear look at the enemy. He had strong dark features, with a distinct longing in his eyes, not at all like the description of a malevolent god. Shuri rushed to your side, lifting your oxygen mask to speak with you clearly.

“What the hell were you thinking? I had it under

control.”She questioned, clearly upset. The only thought on your mind was that your princess was unharmed.

You held her face softly, pressing your forehead to hers.

“Unjani?? You’re alright?” You breathed, worry coating

your voice.

“Ndiphilile, they have taken good care of me here.”

a strong voice interrupted your moment.

“Princess, who’s your friend?” He asked, raising his

brows at the entire exchange.

The princess turned to him, asking for a moment of

privacy. Instead you divert your attention to him.

“Shuriiii, you didn’t tell me our enemy was so chiseled,”

you joked in an attempt to lighten the mood.

It was true though, he was gorgeous. You approached

him cautiously, feeling his eyes on you and loving the attention.

“Can I touch it?” You gushed, locking your eyes on his

armor.

He nodded, humoring your curiosity. You admired the

detailing of his shoulder pieces, running your fingertips over the designs before drawing your attention to his cape. Shuri glared at him, but he just smirked back, clearly enjoying your admiration.

“Namor, don’t you have something better to do?” She

protested, clearly jealous of the affection you gave him.

“No, I have all the time in the world”, he teased,

“especially for a pretty woman’s attention”.

Your face flushed at the compliment.

“Mmh, looks like the attraction is mutual,” you added,

catching on to Shuri’s annoyance.

She rolled her eyes at the comment, rising from her

spot on the floor. You finished gushing over Namor’s garments just in time to catch the furious princess approaching you. Namor, catching onto the game you were playing, slyly wraps his arm around you, pressing your back to him.

“What’s with the attitude princess? I’m just being

friendly to our guest” he jeered, flashing faux innocent eyes at the woman.

“‘Our guest’ happens to be taken already”, Shuri

retorted, taking your hands in hers, still glaring at the man.

“Oh I’m sure she doesn't mind, do you in yaakunaj?” He

spoke, taunting the princess.

“Mmh, not at all, besides I’m in no rush to leave..” you agreed, pressing into him even more.

She shifted her gaze from him to you.

“Since you want to make this a competition..” she spoke, lifting her hands to your face, glancing up at Namor while taking your lips.

This game was just getting started. As soon as your lips

parted, the man took his turn, leaning down to kiss you while the jealous princess watched. He snickered at her pouting face, grabbing your hand and leading the three of you to his living quarters.

“This is gorgeous, Namor”, you gasped, in awe of the artworks and walls lined in gold.

“It is”, he pulled you back into his arms before kissing you again.

This time you ran your hands up his chest with the same admiration you gave to his armor, pushing him towards the bed and motioning for Shuri to join you. She accepted the challenge, joining the both of you on bed and beginning to unzip your wetsuit. Namor adjusted you on his lap before moving his hands towards your thighs. Sensing his advances, she began kissing your neck, pulling your suit off your shoulders. Becoming impatient, you aided her in undressing you, discarding the suit and rest of your clothes on the floor near the bed. You straddled the god again, eyeing Shuri while she undressed. Namor, sensing your attention fading, took the opportunity to grind you on his lap.

“Oh cmon, you can do better than that..” you teased, prompting him to buck his hips harder.

The sudden movement throws you off balance, you fall

forward, hands resting on either side of his head, face to face with him. The sudden closeness makes you pause, until you feel familiar hands slide up your back.

“Miss me?” She whispered, pressing her bare chest against your back.

Her hands crossed to the front of your body, until

resting on your inner thigh.

“Not much of a competition if you just watch, princess”, Namor urged.

“Why don't you help her loosen up?”

Shuri glared at him, but obliged. Her hands stretched

down between your thighs, aiding him.

“Cmon, tell me you want it..” she teased.

There was no hesitation when you responded to Shuri,

the eager begging flowing from your lips like a waterfall.

Shuri smirked and slid her fingers up your slit feeling how wet you were.Your body shivered as she rolled her finger over your clit.

“Look at how wet you are for your princess.” Shuri said, sinking her fingers into you.

“Oh-“ the feeling for her fingers inside of you was almost sudden but not unwelcome.

“You’re doing good getting her ready for me.” Namor said his eyes focused on the way Shuri’s fingers disappeared into you. Even as you whined and moaned on top of namor your eyes could never leave him. His gaze shot up from what Shuri was doing and moved to your lips.

“So pliable to your enemy, makes me question you..” Shuri whispers, her lips grazing your ear. You turn your head to address her, but a warm hand around your neck stops you. Namor turns your face back towards him.

“Eyes on me, alright?”, you nodded pathetically, his grip inescapable.

“Good, open up a bit..”, he asserted. You obeyed and he slid his hands down, removing Shuri's fingers from you.

“I hope the princess prepared you well.” He said before lining himself with you and pushing the head in.

“God he's big-“ you thought, struggling to ease yourself on to his dick.

You gasped as you sank onto his lap, shocked by the sudden fullness. Shuri sat up pulling you with her. This new position allowed you to lean your back against her. Her hands trail up from your waist to your breast, searching for ways to pleasure you while you adjust to namor.

“You’ve made my hand such a mess, why don’t you clean it up.” Shuri demanded holding her fingers up to your lips.

Namor watched as you took shuri’s fingers into your mouth, tasting yourself. He’d have to remember to taste you for himself later but now all he could think about was how tight you were around him.

“Tell me you're ready cause I can’t wait much longer.” Namor pressed, running his hands up your thighs.

“Go on, tell him how much you want it.” Shuri says, pulling her fingers from your mouth.

“Please, I’m ready-“ you're cut off by Namor who thrusts up without warning, knocking the words from your lips.

A low groan echoed off the walls as he gripped you with bruising strength.

“Gentle.” Shuri scolded, noticing the way you tensed. Namor sucked his teeth but complied, starting at a merciful pace for you to adjust to. Your hands braced on namors chest while Shuri’s held onto your hips keeping you steady.

The sounds that came from Namor were like heaven, the sound of him along with his thrusts made your head swim.

Shuri pressed kisses to the back of your neck whispering praises into your ear as you took Namor completely.

“F-faster!” You choked out, earning a grin from the man beneath you.

“Of course in yaakunaj.” His lips pressed together tightly as he bucked his hips up faster.

His grip on your thighs tightened as he brought you down to meet his thrusts. You felt dizzy at the sensations, almost making you forget your lover behind you.

“My Princess please use me as you please!” You cried out.

Namors pace slowed once more before pulling out completely. You and Shuri shared a look of confusion as he moved from under you.

“Stay on your knees and turn to your Princess.” He ordered.

Shuri caught on to what he was planning and grabbed your chin pulling you closer. She gave you a chaste kiss before leaning back against the bed. Namor pressed a hand to the middle of your back, pushing you between shuri’s legs. You wasted no time before shoving your tongue between her folds. You lapped at her slit drinking her in. Namor slid his hand back down to your waist using the other to line himself up again.

“Be nice to your princess-“ He began as he leaned over.

You could feel his warm breath against your ear as he lowered his voice to a mere whisper.

“-because I won’t.” Before you're given time to question what Namor said, he thrusted back into you.

Your breath hitched as you processed the fullness once more. Namors pace was relentless this time around. Between servicing shuri and Namor driving into you, you could barely breathe. The room filled with the ragged breaths and drawn out moans, the harmonious sounds of sex. Shuri gripped at your hair as you plunged your tongue into her trying to match Namors pace. Her thighs held you in place and her grip was tight, she was definitely close. It wasn’t long before a whine left shuri’s lips, her entire body tensing as she rode through her orgasm. You continued to clean up her mess pushing her into overstimulation. She pulled herself away with a sigh, her body limp against the bed while she caught her breath.

“You’ve had your fill, yes?” Namor asked her, slowing his thrusts.

She nodded wordlessly and he grinned.

“Good.” Was all He Said before you felt his hand around your throat.

He pulled you back into his chest, his free arm wrapping around your waist to pull you impossibly close.

“Looks like I win”, he teased.

He picked up his pace, moving his hand down to your clit. The double sensation made your mind go blank. You gripped at namors arms, feeling pressure in your abdomen. Namor squeezed his hand around your throat sending you into a state of bliss. Nonsense kept sputtering out of your mouth as Namor fucked you through your orgasm. Overstimulation began setting in and you were like jello in his hands.

“Do you want me inside, Hm?” He asked lowly. You nodded in a daze, head thrown back over his shoulder.

“Don’t come inside her.” Shuri warned, sitting up on the bed.

Namor shot her a smirk before pressing into you as far as he could go making sure you’d be stuffed full.

Namor let out a grunt as he thrusted in a few times before letting you fall next to Shuri, her jealous gaze burning through

him.

#bpwf #shuri x reader #namor x reader #namor x reader x shuri #marvel fanfiction #marvel oneshot

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creamecafe · 1 year

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I can't believe I forgot to mention that Black Panther: Wakanda Forever is now out in HD on Disney+ from yesterday. Now I have motivation to watch it all over again and write again of all the characters ♥️♥️

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saturrnss · 1 year

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GROOVY- Poc!reader x namor

summary: It's the 1960s/ 70s and you want to go for a swim. little did you know there was something in the water...

warnings: Mentions of nudity, skinny dipping, mentions of drug use

A/N: no racism, bigotry, or serial killers. kinda just pure fluff

It was the middle of summer

You smoked weed at your friends house and thought it was a great idea that you go skinny dipping, after leaving their house, you hitched-hiked all the way to the nearest ocean at the dark of night, The only source of light is the moon and stripped.

For some reason you liked the ocean more than a night, the coolness of the ocean during summer time calmed you, it felt like you were a tiny person in the back of your bodies head, looking through your eyes, it was an entire plane of existence entirely.

After 20 minutes of floating at the water's surface, you felt a hand touch your back, and then something almost violently pulled you down. You were in shock, in such shock that you forgot to hold your breath and started drowning. a mask thing got put on you, a man's voice in the water just said "breathe"

You felt yourself plunging deeper and deeper into the water but still refused to open your eyes. minutes later you felt yourself coming out of the water and put on this hard surface. You opened your eyes to get jumpscare'd by the man looking at you.

You almost fell back into the water but he held you down. "don't move! if you fall back into that water the pressure will break every single bone in your body." he said with a stern enough voice that you got quiet. he let go and you collected yourself, and calmed yourself down.

You realized you were naked and quickly backed up against the wall and covered yourself with your arms. He laughs. "Trust i've seen more horrible things than nudity." You felt kind of embarrassed but still covered yourself anyways.

"I was going for a swim, and all of a sudden i'm in a cave naked, and cold with a man i don't even know." "I tried to save you" "why were you in the water with only a green speedo on?! "because i live here!"

you become curious and somewhat fascinated

"can you explain to me why you were out there at night again?" "I- what do you mean by again??"

Fear mixed with small anger overides the curiosity.

"..Since you were a child I saw you and your fellow surface dwellers, polluting the waters."

(The real truth was he just stumbled upon you when you were 20, he was annoyed at first but overtime he kinda got -used- to you.)

"I lived on a farm until i was 18, there's no oceans in rural america" you said.

".....well I thought you were younger because you colored your hair like 3 years ago"

"...I never dyed my hair until recently" he realizes his mistake but hides it "You stalk me you're a stalker!" "you just happened to be intruding on my home-" "I just dyed my hair 4 months ago!" you point at your now faded colored hair.

"Well I'm sorry that I remember faces!" he crosses his arms, feeling disrespected.

".....Do You have a crush on me" you said "I do not have a crush!" It becomes more apperant to you as a cheeky grin grows across your face. "You're obsessed with me fishboy just admit it. you punch his arm. "The way you surface dwellers flatter yourselves is amazing." he says while rolling his eyes.

He did have feelings for you. A very. very. small one (he tried to convince himself), the type where you could suppress it. silence overtook the room soon thereafter.

"well. So long" "what?" He dives into the water. You try to grab him but you're a little too late. A couple minutes later he comes back with a towel and covers you with it.

He dries the parts that are not dry (not your private areas) of your body. You look at him the entire time he was doing it, when he looked at you back you got embarrassed and put your head down. turns out if pay attention he's actually really handsome.

"What's your name?" you say. "I have many names. my people call me k'uk'ulkan," His face drops. "but my enemies call me Namor." you stare at him. "well thank god i'm not your enemy then." You put out your hand "y/n." He shakes your hand back as you both stare into each other's eyes

Let's just say you guys met up a lot after that.

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thoughtfulbelieverstrawberry · 1 year

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Tu jáal le k'áak'náabo'

Versión en español.

Avance.

Advertencia: Ninguna

Eres una mutante al igual que tu gemelo, él podía convertirse en cualquier animal que quisiera y tú podías controlar animales a tu antojo con solo decir una orden.

Su madre murió asesinada cuando eran jóvenes vivían en algún lugar de Latinoamérica, las personas del pueblo la mataron y a ustedes los torturaron, los amarraron a un tractor y dieron vueltas en círculos, fue en ese momento que Marco, el logro escapar convirtiéndose en una iguana, dejándote atrás, cuando terminaron de torturarte, iban a matarte con un machete.

Justo cuando iban a asesinarte, tus poderes despertaron, gritaste por ayuda, después de eso, todos los animales que escucharon tu grito reaccionaron a tu ayuda, mataron y lastimaron aquellos que te dañaron.

Minutos después, Marco regreso, con un hombre que nunca habías visto, saco garras de sus puños y te libero, les prometió cuidarlos y protegerlos, los llevo a un paraje donde había más como tú, con diferentes poderes, pero compartían algo … Algo que en ese momento no entendiste, pero ahora sí.

Y ese algo era el Gen - X.

La versión en inglés saldrá muy pronto, al igual que el primer capítulo.

-The English version will be released very soon, as will the first chapter.

#namor x oc #namor x reader #namor x you #namor #oneshot #wakanda forever #wakadaporsiempre #kukulcan #kukulkan #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #marvel fanart #fanfic #original fanfic

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starlight-loki · 1 year

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it's been a while, but i'm back :')

Hi!

It's been so long, omg! I left this blog just under two years ago to take a short break and time seemed to slip out from under me.

I've really missed writing, and so I wanted to give my blog a little reboot and get back into it again.

I received a bunch of requests during the time I was away, but mainly due to the time that's passed, I've decided to wipe my to-write list clean and start anew.

My old fics will still be available to read from my masterlist (which is still pinned), and I will still be taking requests!

I'm also starting to write for Namor because lets be real hot damn i fell for him real quick when I saw Wakanda Forever in theatres

I'm still writing for Loki as before, and as my username suggests! Feel free to send in requests for either Loki or Namor :)

I'm so excited to get back into writing lil things for y'all! It's really good to be back 💕

#loki #loki x reader #loki x reader imagine #loki x reader oneshot #loki x reader headcanon #loki layfeyson x reader #loki laufeyson imagine #marvel imagine #namor x reader #namor #mcu namor #namor imagine #namor of talokan #wakanda forever

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lunathebee · 1 year

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Ooo hiii! I’m sorry for all the rambling!!

Can I please request a Newlyweds!Namor x fem!human!reader oneshot where he’s helping her adjust after taking the vibranium-infused herb? Teaching her how to swim, trying to teach her how to defend herself in case of emergency, also teaching her Mayan + him being really soft with her, lots of kisses, hugs, and cuddles (Namor puts on a tough front but I just KNOW he’d be a complete softie for his wife), also he’d be sooo worried about Y/n because while she can now breathe underwater and will age as slow as he does, she’s still more vulnerable because she’s only human, not a mutant + Namor spoiling the heck out of Y/n🥺🥺

Pairing: Newlyweds!Namor x fem!human!reader

Warning: none just fluff

A/n: This is such a cute scenario, we live for soft!Namor ^^

Summary: Namor thinks you need to learn Mayan more; you prove him wrong by saying one word only.

"Easy, slow and steady, my pearl." Namor smiled while holding Y/n's hand and guiding her to the cold water. "Are you sure you're ready? We can wait as long as you want."

"I think I'm ready." Y/n said while biting her lips, feeling how the water slowly rose up as she walked forward. This is the first time Namor has allowed her to be near the ocean ever since she took the vibranium-infused herb, which is such a long time ago.

While Y/n thinks Namor is overreacting, he assures her that it's for her own safety (and his too; Namor can't bring himself to see any water incident).

"Can we see Talokan now?" Y/n smiled while tilting her head, she can't wait to just dive down and see how marvelous the kingdom is, now that Y/n can breethe under water, what can possibily stop her?

"What? Not yet, Y/n; you need to learn all kinds of things first! Like defending yourself, or learning Mayan, or even swimming—do you know how to swim yet?" The king chuckled; he is sure the only reason his sweet little pearl can still talk his ears off is because he is holding her waist. Namor's finger digs harder into Y/n's skin, like a reminder she still needs to depend on him.

"I- I mean we can learn them, you can teach me everything, we have all the time in the world"

A smart answer from Y/n to ignored Namor's direct question. The cold water now submerged her chest, but somehow it still can't stop the heat rushing onto her face. Life with Namor still seems new and unfamiliar to Y/n, but it is oh so exciting and lovely.

"K'ilkabech? (Are you hot?)" Namor asks, his voice full of teasing hints. The king just wants to kiss his beautiful queen's face, but she keeps hiding it!

"Namor, you know I didn't understand when you said anything in Mayan." Y/N scolded before spalshing water at her husband playfully. The action made Namor let go of Y/n instantly due to surprise. The woman wasted no time taking the opportunity and diving down to the blue ocean, letting it control her body.

Namor follows right behind Y/n; he knows she is able to breathe under water now thanks to the herb. Something that sounds dangerous to humans now turns into a game of cat and mouse.

"Gotcha, not so quick now, little pearl." Namor thought and quickly catching up, hugging Y/n from behind, peppering kisses all over her face before swimming upward so that she couldn't escape another time.

"Don't think this is over; you still need to learn Mayan, my dear."

Y/n puffs up her cheek cutely like a pufferfish after Namor's comment. "I know how to speak Mayan"

"Say something to me then?"

"In k'áatech (I love you)" ♡ ♡

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Bathala and the Forsaken Queen

Summary: He was called by the Spanish as the child without love, but to you, his wife, he was the man that has saved you and your child from the impending death at the hands of the colonials dead-set on killing your entire bloodline. Character: K'uk'ulkan/Namor x Filipino!Queen!Female Reader. OC Daughter (Adlaw) Word Count: 6,388 Warnings: Philippine History Inaccuracy, changed some dates to suit the story. Mention of War and the Atrocities during the Spanish Colonization in the Philippines. Death and mentions of corpses. Angst. Happy Ever After. BPWF spoilers and slight deviation to the plot. Mention of consuming dangerous plants. A/N: A request from @kpopgirlbtssvt, Another banger of a request from you thank you so much for this. Again I did tweak a few things here and there and i hope that's fine with you.

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Bathala and the Forsaken Queen

TALOKAN | PRESENT DAY

Shuri walked into the room where Namor had been spending most of his time painting the murals on the walls. The vibrant colors and intricate details caught her attention as soon as she stepped in.

“Princess.”

Shuri continued to observe the paintings, noticing the different scenes depicting the history of Namor's people. She pointed to one in particular, showing a woman and child, protected by a God-like being from attackers.

“Who is this?” Shuri had inquired. Among the numerous of artworks, there was a certain veneration, a certain care into painting this woman among the rest of the artworks in the murals on the wall.

“She is my wife, my Queen, the mother of Talokan.”

MACTAN, CEBU, PHILIPPINES | 1592

You hold your daughter close to you as you run along the sandy beaches. The wind is whipping at your hair and dress, and you can hear the sound of the waves crashing against the shore, the screams of death of your people, and the sound of the fire enveloping your homes. Your heart was pounding in fear as you glance over your shoulder to see the Spanish Conquistador chasing after you with a sword in hand—blood that you were certain was of your husband, the King’s after the brutal fight. Now you and your child run to avoid becoming the spoils of their victory.

“Keep running,” You urged yourself, holding your infant close to your chest, trying to sound calm despite the terror and anguish in your heart. “We will not let them take us.”

Your daughter coos as if sensing your own dread, her eyes filled with tears as she was looking up at you. You can see the fear in her eyes and it breaks your heart to know that she is experiencing such terror at such a young age. You are the Queen of your people, but in this moment, you feel powerless against the force of the Spanish invasion.

As you run, you see a large rock formation in the distance. It's your only chance to take cover and make a stand against the Conquistador. You pull your daughter towards your chest even more, hoping that it will provide some protection.

As you reach the rocks, you turn to face the Conquistador, your heart heavy with the knowledge that this could be your final stand. The Conquistador approaches, his sword gleaming in the sunlight.

You stand tall, ready to fight for your life and the life of your daughter. You know that the odds are against you, but you will not go down without a fight. You hold your daughter close, feeling her small body tremble with fear. You whisper words of love and comfort to her, trying to give her strength in this dark moment.

The Conquistador approaches, his sword raised high. You close your eyes, ready to face your fate. But before he can strike, the sound of a neck being snapped and the Conquistador falls dead to the sandy ground below you was what now comes to you.

You feel the surge of gratitude and relief wash over you as you turned to face a possible soldier from your people that helped, but the smile that was slowly growing on your face faded just as quick as it had appeared. The man in front of you was no soldier of your people—but a man that exuded power greater than any Gods in your lifetime.

Was this Bathala? Has he finally answered your prayers? You could not think straight out of fear of everything that has transpired, you had pulled your daughter closer to your chest. Protecting her from whatever wrath the God might come for you and your fallen people.

The man speaks, a language that you know nothing about. Fear grew more and the possibility of him being just like the Conquistador but instead of savagery, you were given a small bracelet which he gently slipped onto your shaking wrist.

You approached the man cautiously, your mewling daughter close to your chest and ready to move if the need arises. With his hands held up, you took a look at the man and realizing he was truly no human you had ever seen in your life before.

Pointed ears, same skin as you, his ears, nose, and neck adorned in jewelry but the most shocking part of the man in front of you were the pair of wings on either side of his feet. How only now did you realize that he was not standing on the sand, but was hovering and the sight of the fluttering wings both interested you as much as it did scare you.

With your own shaky hand you slipped off your own gold armband, handing it to the man in a quiet exchange hoping he would understand you were no threat, just simply a mother trying to protect your daughter. You watch him take hold of it, how he had slip the band around his wrist and the smile of reassurance resting on his face.

The fear slowly fading away from your system at a friendly company, but your mind was now washed with the anguish of what was left of your home. Everything that close to ashes at this point. No longer did you hear the sound of cries nor the sound of swords in the distance. It was quite painful to hear the empty silence of what was left of your people because of the Conquistador.

As you turned to finally thank the man that has saved you and your daughter, the man was gone, leaving you and your daughter to tend to yourself from now on.

TALOKAN | PRESENT DAY

“She was just like me, but from another country far from our own. Her people and her first husband were killed in the aftermath of the Spanish Conquistador.”

Shuri could only nod, watching as Namor gestured to images of you, who moved and settled to a cave-like home, far from what you were once so accustomed to in your life.

“She had a daughter?” Shuri wondered, looking more into the child that once had the same color of skin in the first image before her skin was now painted blue just like your own now.

“My blessing. She might not have been my blood, but I have treated her just like my own.”

MACTAN, CEBU, PHILIPPINES | 1592

It was hard to start from scratch.

The fear of possibly another Conquistador coming for you and your daughter had you on edge and instead of returning to your home, you have decided that it was best to live in a cavern close to your home, but discreet enough to hide you and your daughter from anyone that would place the both of you in harm’s way.

It’s been days since the attack in your home, days since you have ever caught a wink of sleep. In the damp floor with your daughter resting on what was once your lavish robe laid besides you sleeping, you found yourself sobbing. You begin to mourn the death of your husband, who fought valiantly against them in hopes of buying enough time for the both of you to escape. You could remember the way your husband was outnumbered, how in his dying breath he had screamed for you to and your daughter to run for your lives, how he had told you his love and devotion to you, his Queen and his wife. The memory was a burning reminder of everything you have lost because of the invaders.

Your hands had covered your mouth, fearing that you might wake your daughter up because of your despair. You watch your daughter’s chest gently rise and fall and in the image of her, you grew numb for what you knew you needed to do to live, to strive, and to ensure that she would grow up happy and away from whatever danger that was in this world.

In the stillness of what you now call your temporary home, you heard footsteps. The alertness waking you from your sleepless state. You crouch in the dimly-lit cave, your heart racing as you listen for any sound of approaching danger. In your arms you had lifted your daughter up, your six-month-old daughter sleeps peacefully still, oblivious to the turmoil that surrounds her.

You stroke your daughter's soft cheek, marveling at her innocence and her trust. She is your hope and your future, the embodiment of all that you hold dear. You vow to keep her safe, to teach her the ways of your people, and to instill in her the strength and resilience needed to survive in this harsh new world.

As you wait in the darkness, your mind drifts back to happier times, before the arrival of the Spanish. You remember the lush forests and sparkling beaches, the vibrant festivals and colorful ceremonies. You remember the warmth and generosity of your people, the sense of community and belonging that permeated every aspect of your life.

But those memories are tinged with sadness and anger now, as you realize how much has been lost. Your people have been forced to flee their homes, to abandon their farms and fishing boats, to abandon their traditions and beliefs. The invaders have brought disease and death, destruction and despair. They have shattered the very fabric of your society, leaving nothing but chaos and uncertainty in their wake.

Suddenly, you hear a commotion outside the cave grow louder. You can hear the Spanish shouting and cursing, and the sound of horses whinnying in distress. You dare not hope, but perhaps there is a chance that they will not find you. But your hope is short-lived. You hear footsteps approaching the cave, the sound echoing in the darkness. You hold your breath, trying to remain as still as possible. You do not want to give yourself away.

The footsteps stop just outside the cave. You can hear the Spanish muttering to each other in their foreign tongue. You understood what they are saying having insisted to your husband that it was a good thing to learn their language to know their true intentions.

Suddenly, a hand reaches into the cave, groping blindly in the darkness. You shrink back, trying to make yourself as small as possible. But the hand finds you, gripping your arm tightly. You try to pull away, but the hand is too strong. You feel tears stinging your eyes as you realize that this is the end. You and your daughter are going to be captured, enslaved, or worse.

Turning to the owner of the hand gripping onto you, you saw the same man that had saved you a few days prior. He held up a finger against his lips, requesting for you to keep quiet. He had guided you towards the darker corners of the cave, wrapping a blanket around you before he walks towards the sound of the Conquistadors that you were certain were still after you and your daughter.

You hear the sound of violence, the sound of your savior killing the remaining Spanish soldiers who came to look for you in the cave. You do not want to listen, but you cannot help it. You can hear the brutality of the way he kills each and every single one of them without mercy. You can hear the sound of bones breaking, of swords clashing, and of flesh being torn.

And then, as suddenly as it began, it is over. You hear the man's footsteps approaching, and you brace yourself for his arrival. You do not know what to expect, but you know that it cannot be good. But when he appears, he is different than you expected. He is covered in blood and dirt, his face twisted in rage. But there is also something else there, something that you cannot quite name.

He looks at you and your daughter, and you see the rage in his eyes soften. He approaches you, his hand outstretched. You catch sight of the golden band you had given him wrapped around his wrist. You do not know what to do, but you realize that you must trust him. You take his hand, and he helps you and your daughter to your feet.

He spoke a language you did not understand. You blinked uncertain what you could say or do to understand the man.

“Mi nombre es K'uk'ulkan, aquí no estás a salvo. Hay muchos que todavía te buscarán. (My name is K'uk'ulkan, you are not safe here. There are many that will still look for you).”

You pulled your hand away as he spoke the same language as the Conquistadors. You held your daughter closer to your chest, fearing of what the man might do now or of his intentions with you in this moment.

“No quiero hacer daño. Mi gente es víctima de los conquistadores como la tuya. (I mean no harm. My people are victims of the Conquistadors just like your own).”

You find yourself sadden by his words. You had believed that you and your people were the only victims, only to turn out there were more people like that had suffered so much at the hands of the colonizers. Walking a little closer to the man now, but still the precaution was ever so evident for you.

Standing in a damp and dark cave with your six-month-old daughter in your arms, you can feel her little body trembling as she snuggles closer to you, seeking warmth and comfort. This was not the healthiest environment to have her live. You can have no one else to blame, for you were just as afraid about this circumstance. You know for certain that the Conquistadors would continue to hunt you and your daughter still. As you look around the cave, you see nothing but darkness and silence. You wonder if this is where you will spend the rest of your days, hiding away from the world.

The man, K’uk’ulkan, was a tall and imposing figure, with a regal bearing that genuinely reminds you of the nobles of your own people. He is dressed in a long white cloak with a headdress adorned with shimmering feathers. He looked far too different from the first time you had met him and it didn’t truly give you the benefit of trusting him in this moment. Especially with the blood that still painted his skin and some of on his cloak from his actions against the Conquistadors.

“He venido a ofrecerte santuario en mi propio reino. Es el lugar más seguro para usted y su hija mientras los conquistadores aún los buscan. (I have come to offer you sanctuary in my own kingdom. It is the safest place for you and your daughter to be while the Conquistadors still search for you).”

You stare at the man, uncertain whether you could truly trust him. But the two instances of him saving your life should have been enough for you to at least try. Aside from his abilities to kill the Conquistador with his bare hands, the sight of him with wings and the pointed ears had you cautious of what more he was capable of doing. It was as if you were not truly in the presence of a mere mortal—but something far greater or worse depending on what you decide to do.

"Mi reino está lejos de aquí, pero me aseguraré de que tú y tu hija lleguen a salvo. Puedo ofrecerte protección y un hogar, donde estarás a salvo de cualquier daño. Y prometo que haré todo lo que esté a mi alcance para garantizar que nunca más serás perseguido por los conquistadores. (My kingdom is far from here, but I will ensure that you and your daughter arrive safely. I can offer you protection and a home, where you will be safe from harm. And I promise that I will do everything in my power to ensure that you are never hunted by the Conquistadors again)." The man continues, his voice spoke softly.

You consider his words carefully, weighing the risks and the benefits of accepting his offer. You know that the journey to his kingdom will be long and dangerous, but you also know that you have no other choice. The Conquistadors are still searching for you, and they will stop at nothing to capture you.

Finally, you nod your head, accepting K'uk'ulkan's offer of sanctuary. You feel a sense of relief wash over you, knowing that you and your daughter will be safe from harm. As you follow K'uk'ulkan out of the cave, you can't help but feel a sense of trepidation. You know that the road ahead will be long and hard, but you also know that you have made the right decision.

The walk out of the cave was filled with death, you did your best to ignore the bodies laid around and brutalized by the man that walked in front of you. But it filled you with a great sense of fear and reassurance, fear for what he was capable of doing and the reassurance that he will be there to protect you should the need ever arise against the Conquistadors.

As the sunlight begins to beam against your eyes, you tried your best to adjust as the first brush of the wind has brushed against your cheeks and your baby slowly but surely waking from her slumber.

“¿Cuales son tus nombres? (What are your names?)” He asked you waiting by the end of the cave.

You told him your name, of your daughter, Adlaw, a daughter-born under the scorching sun that had ended the long-standing drought in your land. He smiled as you explained your daughter’s name to him. How invested he seemed to be of what was once your people.

“Tu hija le ha dado a tu pueblo la lluvia tan necesaria como yo le he dado a mi propio pueblo el sol. (Your daughter has given your people the much needed rain as I have given my own people the sun).”

You gasped, realizing that the man was truly a God after all.

You continued to walk through the now deserted beaches. The putrid scent of death and burned down husk wafted and it took a lot out of you not to gag from where you stood. As your eyes to one last glance around what you once called your home, you noticed something strange. Warriors that were now closing in on K’uk’ulkan who have blue skin.

You rub your eyes, thinking that perhaps you were seeing things from lack of sleep, but when you open them again, the blue-skinned warriors were still there and meant no harm as they kneeled in front of your savior. Hands helped up in a gesture that was similar to an open flower.

You glance over at K’uk’ulkan, who notice your confusion and apprehension.

"Esta es mi gente, (These are my people)," he explains. "Son los soldados más valientes y leales que he conocido (They are the bravest and most loyal soldiers I have ever known)."

You can't help but stare at them in wonder. You have never seen anything like them before. Their blue skin seems to shimmer in the sunlight, and their eyes are a reassuring shade of black just like your own. Aside from armor that were somewhat similar from that of your own people’s, aside from their skin color, it was the mouthpiece covering their mouths and nose that took you by surprise, made you wonder how they could breathe at such a constrictions. As you walk alongside them, you feel a sense of safety and security that you haven't felt in a long time. These warriors are here to protect you and your daughter, and you can tell that they take their duty very seriously.

But as you continued to walk, you felt uneasy as you walked closer towards the water instead of what you would have expected to be in the forest up above the mountains. You had watched half of the warriors make their way towards the waters, diving in without an ounce of hesitation. Turning towards K’uk’ulkan, he provided a reassuring smile, holding onto your hand.

“¿Confías en mí? (Do you trust me?)” He asked you.

“No. Pero prometiste mantenernos a salvo a mí y a mi hija y cumpliré tu promesa. (I don't. But you promised to keep me and my daughter safe and I'll hold you onto your promise).” You responded right back honestly.

“Y mantendré la promesa mientras viva. (And I will keep the promise for as long as I live).”

Eventually, two of the warriors have come to stand in front of you, the mouthpiece they wore was now handed to you and your daughter and with a small prayer of guidance and remaining bravery after everything that has happened in your lives, you accepted the mouthpiece and with K’uk’ulkan holding you and your daughter made your way further and further towards the water to a life that was not your own anymore, but for the sake of your daughter will be the best thing to happen.

TALOKAN | PRESENT DAY

“Yuum!”

The sound of giggling children sounded catching Shuri’s attention. Turning to where the sound began, she had watched the sight of three small children making their way towards the both of them, walking slower after them was two women, spitting image of each other.

“In Reina. In sáasil k'iin.” Namor spoke so tenderly towards the two women. His attention turned towards the three children, peppering each and every single one of them with kisses and endearing words that reminded Shuri so much of her father long before he had passed.

Shuri turning her attention back towards the women, she had come to realize who exactly they were. The similarities and the much more evident jewelry that adorned their necks and ears.

“You are the mother and daughter in the murals.” Shuri spoke.

TALOKAN | 1593

“Mama.”

You smiled the slow but sure progress of your one-year-old daughter in a place that you now call as your own. Your daughter was slowly but surely learning the ways of Talokan, of their people without sacrificing the ways of your own people too. You have mourn the death and end of your people for months, being allowed the courtesy by K’uk’ulkan to do a ceremony for your fallen people and of your husband.

But like your daughter, you began to learn about the ways of the people of Talokan, even if you remained in the comforts of K’uk’ulkan’s cavern above the water. Every single day, a teacher would come to visit you and your daughter, teaching you the language of their people and slowly but surely you have stopped using Spanish to converse with the people and began to use their own, in your own end had thought them about the history of your own, of your Gods and of your culture that were somewhat like their own before they had escaped to the waters.

“In chan k'iino'. (My Little Sunshine).”

Turning, you realize you and your daughter were not alone. K’uk’ulkan has returned from his duties. You gave him a smile, it been a year now since you have arrived in Talokan after he had saved you from the Conquistador—twice. He had kept his promise to keep you and your daughter safe away from the Conquistadors and from whatever danger may come lurking in the corner. Upon your arrival to his home, you have learned of his identity—a King and God to the people of Talokan, the first-born of the people of Talokan and a man that gave his people the hope that never truly settled because of the attack of the Spanish.

You watched your daughter make her way towards K’uk’ulkan. It warms your heart how it had been easy for your daughter to trust the man, the people of Talokan, and of the new life that was not of your own. Just as much as it had been hard for you to do the same. The never ending apprehension even with all the kindness his people have given you and your daughter.

“My King.” You spoke greeting the man.

“I thought we have agreed to call each other by our names, In Reina.” He playfully scolded, arms were quick to hold onto your daughter and to lift her up.

You had watch how K’uk’ulkan had a soft spot for her, how he grinned and played along with your daughter and her dangerous curiosity. How he had allowed for your daughter to hold onto the jewelry nestled on his nose even as hard as your daughter would tug at the jade.

“I am no Queen in Talokan.” You spoke, finding yourself now sitting onto the chair, your eyes lingering on the murals that painted the walls—K’uk’ulkan’s creations.

“But you are the Queen of your people, as much as your daughter is still the Princess. It does not change here as long as I would allow it.”

You nodded, knowing it was no use trying to argue with the man, he would always find a way to ensure that he gets his way.

TALOKAN | 1598

A year turned into two, then into three, then you have realized that it had now been five years since the fateful day that the man had saved you from the clutches of the Conquistador. Five years of living your life and your daughter’s own under the confinements of the cavern of K’uk’ulkan’s home. You were beyond grateful for everything the man has done for you, for keeping his promise of keeping you and your daughter safe, for stepping into the role of your daughter’s father but always spoke kindly of your late husband and his valiant effort to keep the both of you safe all those years ago, for allowing you to believe that there were still people you could trust and love even after all that you have been through.

It wasn’t sudden, nor did you plan for it to happen but it did. How you found yourself falling deeper and deeper in love with the man that loathed the surface world and its people, but had opened his home to you and your daughter. He had promised you a life safe from the terrors in the surface and he gave you the home that was nothing you had ever dreamed possible.

But the most important thing he had ever given you was the choice. A choice to remain as the human you still were or be just like his people, to live in the waters like every single one of the people of Talokan. You know your daughter craves the water, from the instances of her playing with K’uk’ulkan in the shallower parts of the waters, how she had longed to be able to play with the other children of Talokan deep in the waters instead of the confinements of the cavern.

He promised you that he would respect whatever decision you might decide, but he provided the option should you want to finally make a change.

“You want to go back to the surface?” The panic was all so evident in his face when you had made the request one morning. It’s been five years since you took the risk of coming with them and you have yet to truly regret your action. But you needed to have the much needed closure before you open the new chapter in your life.

“I—I want to see my home one last time.” You explained hoping it was enough of an explanation for him. And the nod he had given seemed like it was. He requested for two breathers to be brought for you and your daughter.

It took no time at all when you made the request. No hesitation and no apprehension from the man at your request. How it was easy for him to explain to your daughter about the trip that you were to make up to the surface. How the excitement bubbled in every question that escaped her lips, her eyes twinkling as she continued to ask K’uk’ulkan about the surface world, of the life that you once had before Talokan.

You did not truly have the heart to tell her that this was the closure that you would finally have for the both of you. Your late husband would have wanted just as much, after everything that has happened, it was time to finally move on with your life and with everything it encased.

It took less than an hour for you, your daughter, K’uk’ulkan and a handful of his most trusted warriors to arrive to your home. The shore of what was once your home was a part of the home you missed, of the laughter and fun you had growing up with your siblings, running through the sands and talking about the life you would have hope to have growing up. It was bitter to know that as you stood looking at your feet, that you stood as the last remaining member of your family and of your family’s line and worst part was those dreams of the life you hoped to have no longer viable for you or for your daughter.

“Are you alright, In Reina?” K’uk’ulkan had inquired, he kept his voice low, hoping that your daughter would be unaware of the mental chaos in your mind.

As you approached closer towards the land of your once-beautiful home, you felt your heart racing in anticipation, of the hope that your home was restored and there was still a glimpse of hope of your people even in the years of your disappearance. It has been years since you had last laid eyes on your home, remembering the gore and death that you had run away from and of the smell of fire and blood.

The hope has died further into the pits of your stomach, you were struck by the emptiness and desolation that surrounded you. Your heart sinks, the tears have fallen at the sight that have come before you. Corpses from all those years ago still remained, like trash discarded for the wilderness to take. Homes that was once gave you comfort burn, golds and jewelry robbed and the number of weapons that were discarded, both guns and swords littered the ground.

You look around in disbelief, struggling to make sense of the scene before you. Your beloved home, once filled with your people, now lies abandoned. The trees were stained with blood and ashes. As you move through the land, you heart grows heavier with each step. All around you, evidence of a brutal invasion was evident, after the initial one that you had escaped from. Your once-beautiful gardens have now been trampled and burned.

As you move to where you knew was your hut, your heart grows heavier at the sight that befell you. You were certain of who it was. The putrid smell of death could not waver you as you kneels toward the skeletal remains of your husband. How he still wore the garments from which he had died in. The anger for the Conquistadors for removing his gold jewelry after, of the array of brutality you were certain they had placed on his body after his death, it brought a sob out of your lips.

You whispered a prayer, hoping to the Gods that your husband has finally laid to rest peacefully. Kissing your hand before resting it on his skull, you stood back up and made your way further into your hut, to see that every single jewelry and possession you once had now gone with some of the clothes you had woven for your infant now torn and painted in blood.

You sobbed as you were now facing the truth of the aftermath of the Conquistadors. Everything you had left behind was taken from you. You felt the deep sense of loss. You walked out of your hut to the sight of K’uk’ulkan that was carrying your scared daughter and the number of his people keeping guard while to took one last look at your former home.

The sound of a far too familiar language had you turning to the owner of the voices.

“Kill them.” You ordered the Talokanil warriors.

“In Reina—”

“Kill them and burn everything to the ground.” You ordered to which the warriors bowed towards you before doing such thing.

You stepped towards your daughter that was now shaking in fear at the sight of you tear stricken and the sound of death of the remaining Conquistadors being killed by the Talokanil soldier.

“Hush, little girl. Once we come back home, you’re gonna be able to play with the kids in the water.” You whispered reassuringly towards your daughter, sensing how K’uk’ulkan had tensed at your words.

“Are you sure?” He asked you, cupping your cheek with his free hand, his thumb rubbing away the tears.

“We have nothing else here in the surface to live for, the Conquistador had succeeded in destroying my people. It is only right for us to return back to Talokan as part of your people. Not as a guest, but part of your community.”

“I want you to be my Queen.” He pleaded, pulling you closer to him, his warmth radiating giving you as much as it did your daughter, the reassurance that you did not truly have in the moment of weakness. “Be the mother of my people as much as you are the mother of our daughter.”

Your heart raced, he had always showed his love and affection for your daughter, but this was the first time he had actually acknowledged her as his own. Not by blood, but by circumstance that he made the most out of it. Nicknames might had constantly escaped his lips when it comes to your daughter and your daughter had always called him ‘Yuum’ and your late husband as his Baba but this was the first time that there was a clear indicator of it all from him.

“I have kept my promise of protection and all I want in return in your love for me and for my people.”

Looking, you had realized one of the healers has arrived from the waters, you had realized that he had the idea of you finally making your much needed decision for your sake and for the sake of your daughter. In his grasp was a glowing blue plant and you know that once you’ve made the life altering decision, you will finally live the life that you have never expected but realize was all you needed.

“You always had my love and of my daughter’s.” You whispered smiling as his forehead rested against your own. You held onto your daughter’s hand and as the pain of your past slowly washes away, you could only hope what the present and future would be like for you three as a family.

As you three had walked towards the shore, the sound of the crackling fire echoed the skies, you had accepted the bowl given to you by the healer, you had watched K’uk’ulkan sit on the sand besides your daughter, reassuring her that things will be alright and when she wakes up they could play in the deeper part of the waters from now on.

You watched as K’uk’ulkan had hand fed your daughter the plant, seeing how your daughter was wincing at the bitter taste of the crushed plant but continued on as her eagerness to be in the waters overcame everything else. You took a deep breath as you finally consumed the plant in one go, your teary eyes closed as you tried your best to eat everything that was in the bowl.

You felt your skin grow jelly and with one of the warriors holding you up, you were assisted onto the sand and as you opened your eyes you saw your daughter now unconscious in the arms K’uk’ulkan. The panic never sets in, as the trust on the man had grown a hundreds of folds since the first time he had asked you to trust him to return to his home. You trusted him more than you would have ever believed you could.

“Thank you for giving me this new life, K’uk’ulkan.” You whispered.

“Ch'ah Toh Almehen.” He spoke, moving your head until they rested on his shoulder.

“What?”

“My real name. My people call me K’uk’ulkan, my enemies call me Namor, but I want you to call me by my birth name.”

You nod, your eyes grow heavy as your last words before darkness consumed you was his name, the name that he had entrusted for you to use from now on as you lived a life away from what you once lived for. No longer were you the Queen Mother of the Raja in Mactan, but now as the last ounce of life in the surface world fades away, you now became the Queen of Talokan, the mother they had always hoped to have in their life and in their community.

You awoke hours later, but instead of the beach from where you had finally made the decision to change, you were in he middle of the water and the first person you had seen was the man that had saved you. A smile on his face as he pointed towards the side and your eyes had caught sight of your daughter, freely playing with the children in the middle of the waters—breathing through the waters just as much as you and K’uk’ulkan did.

You smiled, holding onto the man’s hands and before you know it you pulled him into a kiss—sealing your fate as the Queen of Talokan and eventually the wife of the great King and God of Talokan.

#k'uk'ulkan x reader #K'uk'ulkan oneshot #K'uk'ulkan oneshots #K'uk'ulkan fluff #K'uk'ulkan imagines #K'uk'ulkan imagine #namor x reader #namor oneshot #namor oneshots #namor imagines #namor angst #K'uk'ulkan angst

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demigoddessqueens · 1 year

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Thank you doing my request I loved it. Yesterday I saw the black panther movie and I fell in love with namor and I was wondering if I could request a few parts for him with the reader from when they first meet and gradually fall in love with each other and her background is that she is childhood friends with the royal family of Wakanda and has the same abilities as aquaman does and protects the wakandans along side the black panther when there is one 💙

Oh Namor, how you follow your heart 💚🌊

You were like a second daughter to Ramonda, and a sister to Shuri. Though your people lived in proximity to the shores of Wakanda, there was never a moment where you weren’t beside them. A second family that you could call your own.

Before you aimed your sharpened spear at him, Namor could sense the dynamic you shared with the two women as well. If it wasn’t under tense circumstances, he would have spoken more admirably to you.

Yet Namor was one Fate had plans for when you, Shuri, and the young girl crossed his path again. Though he admired you and Shuri’s loyalty to one another, Namor didn’t want to be seen as the one who stood in your way. Could those eyes of yours look at him in admiration instead, rather than distrust?

In exploring Talokan, it was a paradise. Just for a moment. It was rare for Namor to find one similar to him, but he couldn’t help but follow every move of you in exploring his home. Weaving gracefully through the water as if it was only an extension of you. He watched intensely for you and Shuri’s reaction, seeking for a semblance of approval.

If smiles could ever be immortalized, Namor wanted to preserve the memory of seeing you light up in amazement at his world. The same could be said when you talked by the pool’s shores. How he wanted to hold your hand in that moment before being ripped away.

It only seemed fair for you to leave a mark of your own. A gash across his shoulder launched by your makeshift water spear after he took your Queen Mother. The pain and hurt in your eyes cut him deep. If you struck him down, he would never fault you.

Namor thought it wouldn’t come down to this, but he knew why you and Shuri launched your attack. Despite being at odds, your fighting within the water was worth of admiration. You were loyal to these people, and they were a family to you.

As the battle ceased between him and Shuri, Namor saw your eyes gleam in victory for your sister but it pained still to see them fall when you saw him. At least for now, he still got a chance to see you for a new future that laid waiting.

The days, weeks, months passed, becoming a few years since a shaky alliance had been formed. You shied away less when he offered his hand to you. The talks, both diplomatic and personal, lasted longer into the next day especially when you both went for swims together.

Finally culminating in a kiss, you held tightly to him. It was nothing you ever expected in your life, but there was a second chance now.

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b4rbi3l4nd · 1 year

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SOS — i might kill my ex

Alr y'all, third chapter is OFFICIALY OUTT, thank you all again for all the love shown on the previous chapters, I will make a masterlist after the fifth chapter so keep an eye out on that. I'm thinking of starting oneshots and imagines but i don't know if y'all want me to wait till i finish SOS or not 😭 cuz i can pop out a new chapter pretty much every 2-3 days. Tell me what y'all want and I'll provide but anyways, enjoy!

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GIF by mandalor-din

series summary: you broke up with shuri a few years ago and left wakanda for good until namor. now that he's killed the queen and multiple wakandan civilians, he's seen as a great threat and as former second in command at shuri's lab and wakanda's loyal warrior it is your duty to return and fight for your country. but a certain somebody makes the mission way too hard to deal with.

episode summary: you thought you died but unfortunately, you didn't and now you're being kept hostage in prison. another attack on Wakanda ensues which tests your loyalty to your country vs your sanity. eventually, you're put on trial for treason and in court, things take an unfortunate twist of events

genre: ANGST, slow, slow, slow burn

pairing: shuri x black fem reader

episode warnings: mature dialogue, cursing, trauma, shouting, mentions of death, suicide, missing people etc. this is a series. you are currently looking at the third chapter of the series, please go to my profile to read the previous chapters before continuing (if you haven't read the other chapters yet, if so, please continue)

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proofread?: no but if there are errors then it's grammarly's fault.

word count: girl idfk

inspirations: 'SOS' — SZA

song: 'Kill Bill' — SZA

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Your eyes dart open and you gasp for air.

"Calm down, calm down."

You hear a voice talking to you but it's muffled. It's like you're underwater. You're coughing and gasping, breathing heavy. It takes you almost a minute till the feeling washes away.

Slowing down you're breathing you look around, realizing you're sitting on the floor in a black room. You lift your hands up and the sounds of chains fill the room, same as your legs. You're in a cell but not just any cell, the cell.

You sigh. They only put the worst criminals in these cells and for some reason, you were put here. You know exactly why though. Shuri, or Malia. One of those bastards got you here.

You look to your left to see Nakia standing on the other side of the cell. It was like there was nothing in front of you, dividing you between you and her but you knew there was an invisible vibranium wall there that pushed anything back that approached it with maximum force.

And you know that because

you built it.

"So what's the trend now? Put me in my own creation? You guys know that I know how to get out of here right?" You say, tugging at the chains and Nakia sighed.

"This isn't the cell you created...Malia created it."

It takes you a minute before you laugh out loud. You're actually genuinely laughing but then you looked at Nakia and it ceased.

"Seriously? That dumb bimbo actually does stuff around here?" You say surprised as Nakia looks at you sternly.

"Don't call her that, she is going to be our queen one day."

"Why does everyone keep saying that-"

"Shuri confirmed it."

Your eyes widened at this and you looked at her like she was crazy.

"What?"

"Shuri...she wants to marry her." Nakia finished, leaving you speechless.

"No!" You stand up abruptly, lunging to get outside of the cell but reality pulls you back, literally. The chains tightened and you're sent flying until your back hits the wall you were just resting on. You slump down with a thud.

You weren't jealous that Malia and Shuri were going to get married. Okay, maybe a little bit. But you were more concerned that Wakanda was going to fall and you knew this because if Malia got her hands on that crown, so would Namor.

"Nakia, you can't let her do that, there's something I need to tell you, tell all of you-" You started but she cut you off.

"I'm not even supposed to be here..but Y/N...why would you do this to yourself" She looked at you sympathetically like she wanted to cry. Nakia was one of your closest friends, like a sister to you. She took a deep breath then paused, hearing some footsteps before putting her hand to her lips and walking in the opposite direction.

As soon as she disappeared out of sight, a new woman stepped in.

You scoffed at the sight and turned your head to the side.

"You can act coy all you want but you're at my mercy now."

Shuri.

You turned back to face her as she moved her kimoyo beads across the vibranium border. A small patch opened up and she dropped a tray of food through it before closing it once again.

You watched it clatter on the floor, some food pieces spilling out.

"Eat." She said as she sat down on a stool across from your room cell.

"I'd rather die, just kill me now. I don't want to be alive when you make a fool of yourself at that altar." You narrow your eyes at her and she scoffed.

"Why do hate my fiancee?" Shuri asked and you paused before sitting up straight.

"Fiancee? How long was I passed out?"

"2 weeks." She said, shrugging as your eyes widened. "You slipped off the window and fell from the 20th floor, once you hit the floor, everyone thought you were dead. You rolled off into the water and stayed below there for about 20 minutes till you were eventually found. You momentarily died."

You looked at her face, she had no sign of a sympathetic expression or even an expression at all.

"Why did you save me then.."

"I didn't." She almost looked offended that you assumed and you let out a shaky breath. "Riri did, she did everything in her power to save you, then you were put in a coma and now you're awake. Congrats."

You blinked back tears and looked down.

"So you really don't care?"

"The Crown" and "Euphoria" reference...more like dialogue coming in. Disclaimer, I took some dialogue from these shows and put it in the chapter. Some parts are mine, some are directly from the show, but I don't own the ones from the show so yea.

"You're no longer my priority Y/N. You haven't been for years." Shuri stood up, walking over to your cell, standing right in front of you. "I have way more important people to worry about."

"Who are you referring to?"

"Malia."

"Why would I care about her?!" You said, raising your voice slightly.

"BECAUSE I CARE ABOUT HER!" She screamed at you, causing you to look up at her with a frown on your face. "MORNING NOON AND NIGHT, I CARE ABOUT HER!" She paused, taking a deep sigh. "And you hurt her. And if you hurt her...you hurt me." She turned around and started walking away only to stop and then look at you. "Malia is who I want, that is where my loyalties lie. That is who my priority is."

"Not the woman who's suffered, bled, and sacrificed so much for you?"

"Don't bring the family into this."

"Alright. NOT THE WOMAN YOU PROPOSED TO?! THE WOMAN WHO STUCK IT OUT FOR YOU, THE WOMAN WHO ACTUALLY KNOWS YOU AND YOUR FAMILY?! THE WOMAN WHO WAS THERE WHEN YOUR FATHER DIED?! DO YOU REMEMBER HUH? REMEMBER YOUR THOUGHTS?! I LOST SLEEP FOR YOU, EVERY DAY I WAS WONDERING IF YOU WERE GOING TO COMMIT AND I'D NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN. THE WOMAN WHO CARRIED YOUR CHILD?! The woman who loves you..."

You whispered the last parts as Shuri just shook her head, looking off to side.

"No...you fucking left me..when I fucking needed you.." She turned over to you, pointing at you with tears in her eyes. "You fucking left me...when I was at my fucking low- ha..." She couldn't even finish her words because she was starting to tear up and cry. She turned around and took breaths in, sniffing.

Your tears started to fall as you took in what she said.

"You fucking left me...at my FUCKING lowest...and a real fucking girlfriend, someone who loves you wouldn't do some shit like that Y/N!"

"Really? What is this now, pin the blame on the donkey?!" You voiced out through your sobs. "Don't act all innocent now." You breathed in, your voice starting to crack, your breathing getting heavy.

"My dad.." you started. "He's gone." Those words were more a whisper. "He's gone and he's gone because of YOU!"

"Remember those weapons you gave him...huh?! Said it would help him better in combat? DO YOU FUCKING REMEMBER?!" You screamed at her, moving your hands up but the chains held you down.

"IT BLEW UP IN HIS FUCKING FACE SHURI!"

"It was still in testing..." she started.

"YOU GAVE HIM YOUR WORD! You promised..."

"And you wanna know how I found out that my father died Shuri? THROUGH A FUCKING EMAIL. WHAT KINDA SHIT IS THAT HUH?! TELL ME! WHAT KINDA SHIT IS THAT?!" You bit your lip hard as you tired to steady your breaths.

"I didn't even get to say goodbye...."

As you recalled your last encounter with your father, it was more of an angry one. He was angry that you were leaving Wakanda and you guys got into a huge fight.

"Y/N...you disappoint me, daughter."

Those words hit you like spears to the heart, and they still do now. You've always been a daddy's girl, he loved you so, so much and the fact that those were his last words to you, broke your heart.

"My little brother..." You started again as Shuri folded her lips, trying not to cry.

"He's gone. I don't know where he is Shuri. He was just 13, he was still a KID!" You were now coughing, the tears overtaking you, blurring your vision.

"They took him. And you swore. You swore to EVERYONE that you and T'Challa would bring him back. You swore to my mother...you swore to my father...you swore to me. You gave me your word. You promised me...and you broke it. That was 6 years ago. But hey, I still stuck beside you didn't I?" Your voice was breaking at that point. You were just 16 when he was taken from your family.

"And then our child, Bast bless their heart."

This one got you both, you both turned around, and you didn't even have the strength to continue. Your sobs filled the room. You were only 20 when you found out you were pregnant, Shuri was 21.

Shuri was still suffering from the death of her father and then getting engulfed with her lab work, it just wasn't working out between you guys.

When you broke the news to her, it was a celebration. Everyone was happy but 2 weeks and it blew over. The stress from all your problems at Wakanda and in your relationship caused a miscarriage.

Shuri didn't speak to you after that, she barely slept in the apartment and she was always working in the lab. There were days when she even had the Dora restrict you from entering the lab because you were a 'distraction.'

You couldn't take it anymore and left that year. It was the same year that you also discovered her. You swore to yourself you'd never be back here and now 4 years later, chained up like a prisoner.

"My queen, there has been an attack at the border."

These words pulled you away from your thoughts as you saw Shuri quickly wipe her tears and follow the warriors who had informed you guys of this news.

"What?!" You started breathing heavily. You're from the border tribe, your family is over there but most importantly, your father's grave that you still hadn't visited yet.

"HEY! NO!" You screamed at the top of your lungs, pulling your arms and legs away at the chains but they didn't resist.

You took deep breaths, your mind wandering over to your father once again, your eyes swelling up.

"Bast please..."

You muttered under your breath before standing up. Almost as if on cue, the chains broke and the vibranium wall gave way and you walked out of your cell.

Wasting no time, you ran up the stairs and up into a dark hallway. Fuck, you don't remember your way around here. You started racing down the hallway, feeling the walls and looking for exits. Eventually, you felt a body behind you.

"AH!" You turn around surprised to see a phone light point right at you.

"Hey, hey! It's okay, I'm here to help you.." A voice said reassuringly.

As the phone lowered, you squinted your eyes to see it was Riri.

"Come with me,"

She took your hand and rushed you out of the hallway and into a mini door. Once you shuffled through, you found yourself back in the lab.

"When did they build that.."

"Malia did." Riri said as she walked over to a table with some tools.

You clenched your teeth but you had no time to reminisce on her. You had people to protect. You looked over to the window to see a huge puff of smoke at the border and then water flooding in, people running around, cattle trampling some people down, some kids shouting for their parents.

I started walking over to the door but Riri stopped me.

"Hey! Where are you going? We have to stay inside, this is dangerous."

"Riri, I'm on the verge of a mental breakdown and honestly, I think I might assassinate a whole country if I don't get there fast enough to see what I need to see."

You exited the building, almost getting run over by some people frantically running around. You ignored everything and made your way over to the border, running, practically sprinting over there. It didn't even feel like your feet were touching the ground.

Once you made it over there, your eyes landed on the now flooded graves. You slowly walked over to them, your eyes widening as you noticed your father's name on one of the tombstones.

It was still standing but one more push and it would fall over. Your eyes filled with tears as you slowly dropped to your knees.

"Dad..?"

You got on all 4s, your hands frantically searching the ground for the part of the ground where he was buried. In Wakanda, there was normally indicators on the ground but none. This wasn't even where his grave originally was.

"No...No, No, NO! DAD! AGH!" You grabbed his tombstone and screamed out of agony. He was gone. You don't even know where his body was buried, you don't even know if it's washed up or not. All you know is that he's gone.

More screams followed as you hugged the tombstone.

"WHAT IS SHE DOING HERE?!" You heard Shuri but you couldn't care.

Your sobs and screams of frustration blocked out any bit of dialogue. You felt a hand on your shoulder but that's when you lost it.

You fell over and screamed so loud, purple rays of energy just came bursting out of your body. Everywhere. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see people get thrown back, flying. Some nearby houses collapsed, even some of the water reversed in direction.

And then you collapsed and blacked out, water slowly filling up your lungs once more.

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You woke up to your entire body chained down to the floor. You cough out, some sputters of blood landing on your body bag.

"Take it easy.." You hear a voice say

"You cry in your sleep.." Another voice adds on.

You immediately realize who the voices belonged to. The first was Nakia, the second Riri.

Your lips were beyond dry and you felt drained and weak. That's right, you haven't eaten or drunk anything for weeks, how are you still alive? Because of her.

You turn around to see Nakia, Shuri, and Riri all sitting down, looking at you.

"Y/N you need to eat...please." Nakia begged. You looked at the ground in front of you, there was a fresh plate of jollof rice with plantains and chicken with 2 full bottles of water next to it.

Tempting, but no. You were going to wait it out.

"I don't plan on being here long." You sigh out, looking up, knowing damn well the minute they left you alone, you'd devour it. No matter how angry you are, they're crazy if they think you're going to pass up food, especially your favorite.

"But even if I wanted to eat it, I can't. I'm chained down. Why-"

"Because you're a threat." Shuri said, finally looking up and leaning on her stool. She had a furious look on her face. "What the hell was that out there huh?"

You looked at her like she was crazy, your breaths getting heavier as you tried to remember and collect yourself before sighing. "Oh..."

"Do you have powers? That was some intense shit." Riri said, leaning in slightly as you looked down.

You didn't say anything before Shuri finally spoke out.

"That's what you did to Malia too, wasn't it."

"I didn't touch her." You said annoyed, looking up. That was technically correct. You didn't touch her, she did. The one living in you. It was..complicated.

"Really? Because when you were examined, we found this in your pocket." Shuri said, taking out Malia's phone from her pocket.

"It's a good thing her phone is waterproof. You would've ruined everything on here. Like you always do." Shuri spoke the last part lowly.

You chose to ignore it, you were too tired to argue with her, but you had a point to get across.

"I'm sure she would've loved that.." You mutter under your breath.

"And why exactly is that?" Shuri asked, pretending to be interested in what you're going to say.

"Your girlfriend isn't who she says she is." You start but Shuri rolled her eyes. "She's-"

"I don't want to hear it Y/N, save it for court." She says but your eyes bulge.

"What..? Court?" Confused, you look around as Nakia's head falls.

"You've been charged for treason." Riri informs sadly as you look between the 3 women.

"What?! WHY?!" No one responded and you looked at Shuri, an impatient and demanding look on your face. "What did you do?! WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

"ASK YOURSELF THAT Y/N!" Shuri shouts back at you. She sighed, disgusted as she tapped on her kimoyo beads and then dragged her finger from them, over to the vibranium border between you and the women.

A video played on screen. A video of you, whispering something and then your chains breaking. A video of you, searching in agony for your father's grave while screaming "NO". A video of you, screaming while holding onto the tombstone as purple radiations of energy burst through your body, sending EVERYTHING in your way, even water, flying back.

Shuri paused exactly at that moment as she fast-forwarded to when you passed out. Your mother ran over to you, picking you up and rushing you over to safety but in the background of the video, you could see all the damage you had caused.

"Jesus." Nakia whispered under her breath.

"How did you do that.." Shuri asked you as you whimpered.

You never liked to recall how this comes out of you. You don't like to remember how it happened. You normally keep it deep down and try to forget but it always comes out.

Shuri just exhaled sharply and started walking away before pausing. "Your court hearing is in a week, sharp. Don't be late. We'll decide whether to exile you or execute you." She then turned away and walked up the stairs until she was out of sight.

"Y/N..." Riri started but you looked up at her, your eyebrows furrowed and your face full of determination to be heard.

"No. I will speak and you will listen. Malia isn't who she says she is."

"We know you don't like her...but she's going to be the queen of Wakanda in a possibly few months." Nakia started but you cut her off.

"No, listen to me. Her father is Namor."

This caught the women's attention as they looked at each other and then at you.

"I swear to Bast, I'm not crazy. The day that she was attacked, her phone. I saw her phone on the ground, She was texting her dad and Shuri and Wakanda was in the conversation. They're planning to kill her, you, me, every last one of us. They had childhood pictures and everything. We have to get rid of her."

Nakia closed her eyes before nodding. She understood you. If someone asked her to describe you, she'd use multiple words but she'll never use crazy. You've always knew what you were talking about.

"Riri get your laptop, we're hacking into that motherfucker's phone. If I'm dying in court, she's dying with me"

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Mood.

You walked in the hallways, wearing all white. All white suit, all white nails, hair, makeup. In Wakanda, white is worn to funerals and that was the exact mood you were giving. It's a funeral bitch and everybody's getting buried.

Riri was on your right, Nakia on your left. The Dora Milaje noticed you and opened the doors to the throne room. It was divided like a court room, as always. The chairs, the podium, the desks and the seats for the jury. The judge was on both sides of the throne which Shuri sat upon.

M'Baku, Okoye and Malia were all in the jury as you stepped up to take your position behind the desk.

"Y/N Amadi. Daughter of late Chief Ndozhna Amadi of the Border Tribe." An elder began. "And former fiancee to the present queen of Wakanda, you have been charged with treason for the destruction of property and unexplainable occurrences, thus giving the enemy an upper hand in battle. How do you plea?"

You looked at the jury, M'Baku and Okoye looking with sympathetic looks towards you. Your eyes focus on Malia, she looks straight ahead, confident with a smirk on her face. You can't wait to wipe that stupid look off her dumb face. You look straight ahead, your eyes focusing on Shuri and her body language.

She was wearing all black, as opposed to you. She was sitting in a man spread, relaxing in her throne. Your eyes met and you guys held intense eye contact. She leaned away from you, looking at you like you were one of the low people. You turn back to the elder and judges, speaking on the mic.

"Guilty. On my own admission."

Everyone gasped but you chuckled to yourself, your eyes closing momentarily as you looked down, to the side and then back up.

"But I'm not the one who should be standing here tonight.

"I know all your secrets, Malia McKenzie..or should I say Tzultacaj, daughter of K'uk'ulkan also known as...Namor."

Whispering filled the room before it ultimately fell silent, all eyes landing on Malia.

Immediately her face dropped, a panicked expression once replacing a confident one.

"I- I- I- I don't know what she's talking about.." She stuttered nervously, placing a smile on her face that constantly dropped.

"What you're looking at now." You say and on cue, Riri pulled up all the receipts, the pictures, messages everything. "Are conversations and evidence between Tzultacaj and her father, furthermore proving that she is the enemy and I was right, once again."

The texts talking about overthrowing and killing Shur all bold and highlighted.

"What do you plea?" You ask boldly, looking her dead in the fact. You had won. A few moments of silence filled the room as Malia looked down, tears escaping her eyes.

"Don't cry now bitch, own it. Own that shit. You played yourself, congratulations." You add onto your previous statement, a smile leaving your lips, showcasing some tooth gems you had put on that morning.

A phone call between Malia and Namor filled the silence of the room, replacing her sobs.

Namor: And what is the best way to get in daughter?

Malia: Out back, don't go for the water borders, if you really want to surprise them you're going to have to get on land. They give me a lot of crazy and information around here it's crazy.

They shared laughs as Namor continued.

Namor: And how is your girlfriend?

Malia: Fiancee now. We're getting married soon. Once I get that crown, you make your move. I got her exactly where I wanted.

Namor: You got it?

Malia: Yup.

You turned to Shuri who looked enraged at this information. Her chest heaving, moving up and down rapidly with each breath.

"Malia is this true?" She asked, looking at her girlfriend enraged who immediately broke.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry baby, I- I just didn't want to want to disappoint my daddy and my country and...I ended up falling in love with you, I love you so much baby please.." She sobbed and cried.

Immediately, Okoye stood up, along with a few other Dora Milaje warriors and they handcuffed her, holding her in place.

"Sedate her." Shuri said coldly.

"NO! NO! NO, NO, BABY PLEASE!" Malia screamed and thrashed around, more warriors joining in to hold her down.

Eventually, they had her head down on the table. Your mother was handed the syringe and as she was about to inject it in your neck, she paused.

Her hand slowly lowered as her eyes widened. She slowly reached her hand out, placing it on Malia.

"What are you waiting for?!" Shuri asked impatiently. "SEDATE HER."

Your mother shook her head. "I'm sorry your highness I cannot do that for the woman..."

"is with child."

She reached her hand out to touch Malia's stomach and your face immediately dropped.

"What?"

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Make Me Water

(A Nashuri oneshot inspired by Water by Tyla)

Summary: After the Blip, Namor concludes that it might benefit Talokan to have an alliance with another nation. He decides to ask King T'Challa about this rare and unlikely partnership. On his way home from a meeting, he encounters Princess Shuri, who has a new lease on life after temporarily dying.

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“I didn’t understand a word you two were saying, but I believe the meeting between you and King T’Challa went well.”

“It’s a start,” Namor tells Attuma and then sticks his hand out to stop his soldier from walking any further. The music the god-king has been hearing for over an hour is coming from a small gathering on the left side of the beach.

He wants to continue ignoring it and head home to Talokan, but someone catches his eye. A young woman with long braids is rolling her hips in an enchanting dance, her toned abdomen glistening in sweat.

He takes one step forward and Namora stands in front of him.

“K’uk’ulkan, I would advise you not to try your…usual activities. That’s the princess.”

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Oooh can you write a Namor x Reader!waterbender/powers where he meets her and is immediately attracted to her. While she is like I wanna fight this guy because he's such an arrogant douche. And namor is like damn she's hot when she's angry and the fight is basically foreplay for them and they end up being insanely attracted and horny at the end of it.

OOOOOOO Yes I can! This'll be a oneshot, just becuase I have too much on my plate to write. Happy New Years!

Also, forgive me if it seems kinda off been having writers block for the past few weeks!

It was told though mouth-of-mouth that the 'power to manipulate the water was given to everyone, if it were given to everyone it wouldn't be so special anymore.' Your mother once told you that when you first showed signs of the hydrokinetic ability at the ripe age of 4, with no help from the father you inherited it from you had to teach yourself how to control those abilities, how to grow them and how to not use them for you r own gain.

This power could have made you a god or even the next Avengers if you embraced it how your cousin Aspen Matthews did. But, she was the star of the family, there can never be two. If so one will try hard to outshine the other. Hence your mother made you swear you'd keep it a secret from everyone in her family, your friends, your lovers, even your best friend who was as normal as they can get.

'No one will ever understand your hardship! They'll turn you into a lab rat!'

It was hard to ever embrace your power thanks to your mothers harsh words. After discovering your powers, she became very...paranoid about them. Telling you all these things the government would do to you if you ever used them in public, and how you could never be as strong as your cousin Aspen, she was the golden child, you were just the extra.

That can surely crush a child's confidence.

But you grew up hidden. Making sure no one saw you use your abilities, never used them in public only at home in the shower or at a lake. Yet, it called to you. It always beckoned you to the sea.

The inconceivably vast briny deep waters yelled at you with their tides crashing against the sandy shore and the waves waving at you like a temptress beckoning her lover. You've never been to the sea. And the day that you did, you regretted it, dreadfully so.

Another day another boring and very tedious chore of listening to this man yap away about his plans for the future, your future with him to be exact. Honestly, you don't understand why you entertain this dummy! While giving him a good once over you narrowed your eyes and came to a solid conclusion.

You were just lonely.

After living alone for a few months in isolation you met a strange sea man, he wasn't dangerous nor was he a threat. Well, unless you considered annoying a threat.

It was everyday, every single day, he'd come up to shore at the same time and his mouth spewed out these sentences that irked you, it made your blood boil and you had no choice but to retaliate with your own words then it came down to your fists. He discovered your power when you were being careless on his way back from taking down a whole ship that sought out pure vibranium from his waters.

Currently you were in the midst of throwing icy water disks you created from the sea at the flying sea king who finally got you to this point. It was always something with this guy and his,'...let's burn the world together,' that never sat well with you. Hell, if you were any hopeless romantic chick you'd say yes before he finished asking. Because admit it, he was a king, a god, a mutant like you and he looked...good. Some would say you were stupid to deny him anymore than you have but you were going on a solid five months telling him no.

But the stubborn king didn't take no for an answer. Each and every time he came to the surface with a different reason why you should join with him. You heard him out at first and after you got comfortable with him around and understood why he wanted to destroy the surface being all nice and even flirty, he asked to use your power and exploit it. To destroy a nation that was hidden away from the world and for the entire planet to fear you.

Namor knew it wasn't a good idea to use your loneliness or your vulnerability you had to the world but he was desperate. He wanted to use your power, yes, but he wanted your hand along with it. He didn't want the world to know you as 'Y/N, Wakandas Destroyer,' He wanted you to be,'Y/N, The Feathered Serpents Wife' or even 'Y/N Talokans Queen.' Any of that would be acceptable but you cut him off before he could finish explaining.

Hence the physcal fights started. You didn't enjoy them but it sure felt good to kick water boys ass once in a while when you did. He on the other hand loved watching your both twist and turn, hands moving majestically through the air and summoning the waters he cherrished so much being loved by your fingertips.

Even if he was on the deadly side of those attacks he loved every minute of it. He made it clear that he loved it, getting hit, getting cut, bruised, he took it all because that was the only caresses he would get from you and he would smirk everytime he got hit.

It infurriated you. Why would he keep coming back if he got hurt all the time? Once, you beat him so bad he didn't get up. Attuma had to drag him back while shaking his head at his king. And his king being dragged back into the sea with a phantom of a smile on his bleeding lip. Namora knew Namor was holding back because of how he felt though he never said anything it was as clear as day that the king fancied you.

Panting you raised your hands in a defensive position. Your legs felt like jelly and your arms trembled. He looked ever the more dangerous right now and you weren't sure why, even Attuma and Namora who stood by the waters edge watched him come at you with all that he had and you barely dodged his attacks. It was like he was a whole different person, no more playful Namor, now stood before you was a hardened seasoned warrior of old and he was wounded.

What happened to him after those two weeks? He didn't visit you but Namora and Attuma did but barely. They were very vague about details and said Namor would explain when he came to see you again but there were no words spoken between the two except the one warning he gave you before locking fists together.

"Prepare."

You were just about to give up but you knew better than to do so. "You're so annoying and its fucking frustrating! Why did you even show up here in the first place if all you wanted from me was my power. You'll never get-"

A tanned fist came at you at lighting speed, you had your hands raised but when you were talking you left yourself open. He was going to kill you.

When that fist came it didn't connect with any part of your face or shoulders, instead you were lucky enough to be standing by a palm tree. It connected with that but you got the wind of it, with such force your bangs and loose pieces of hair went everywhere. First, a loud groan from the tree echoed through the small area around you then snapping, crackling and popping, the fibers of the wood breaking apart before finally a loud thud. But you didn't move, instead you stared wide eyed into the molten chocolate passionate eyes of the god king who was breathing heavily in front of you.

You always admired how he talked about his people, his land from before, his family, his time roaming the seas. You even enjoyed the looks he gave you when the both of you sparred just for fun but that was before he decided to go to war with Wakanda. After that it annoyed you.

Now, starring at how he looked at you with those lovely eyes made you yearn for 'what could have been'.

Dropping your arms and your stance you stood straight and proud. " I accept my defeat. As promised you can ask something of me,"

There was a set of rules the two for you followed when one lost or yielded:

Leave ego at the door.

Respect each others boundaries.

Whomever is knocked down or yields must do one thing the victor says.

The rules were easy and simple but you always won, he always told you he'd want to see you often and you banishing him from seeing you was definitely out of the question. So, you always asked for little things, trinkets from Talokan, foods from his city, and a chance to see the exotic fish humans would only dream of seeing but unfortunately some species would not survive up near the surface so you put a pin in that request.

Now, he was the victor. Dropping his tanned arm he moved closer to you placing his large warm hands on each of your upper arms gently squeezing. His eyes never leaving yours.

"You. Y/N, I want you,"

Your eyes widened a tad at his wish, a victor always got what they wanted if it didn't push the boundaries and that was one of the things you said he can never have. You.

You began to shake your head prepared to tell him that was her rule, she could never be his, your power could never be his but he shut you up by covering your mouth with his warm hand.

How rude! You narrowed your eyes at him hoping he had a good reason to be touching you in such a way.

" I know I can not have your power or whatever, but I don't want that. I want you, your body, I want to ruin you Y/N in every physical way possible until all your can think about is me," His voice was low and he leaned in close until his forehead rested upon your own hot one. Your face was red. Did his war leave him mental? Or was it the heat of this battle? Slowly he removed is hand from over your mouth.

Whichever it was it suddenly made your core tighten with a familiar squeeze you haven't felt in a while. Were you aroused by this? Yes, your sparring sometimes left you a bit flustered thanks to the words that were exchanged between the two of you but that couldn't lead to this. You were denying him what he wanted and he was unyielding of his decision, his request. Nevertheless, what he said plainly made you view him a little differently.

His arm retracted but before he took it back his warm fingers brushed against your red cheek followed by his palm, now he cradled your cheek in his hand. Namor made sure your eyes never left his praying that the emotions that played in his eyes were enough to confirm what he said. That's when you knew that he wasn't the only one who felt that same feeling.

Attuma and Namora looked at the scene and quickly scurried, well Namora forced Attuma to leave because he was ready to sit down and watch the show.

Soon the both of you were the only ones at the beach hidden by thick trees and rocks.

"Namor...Ku'kul'kan, I might be falling deep," Your voice trembled and it was quiet. There was a heat bubbling in the air between the two of you the more you realized that his words weren't just for show. they weren't painted sweet. He meant them.

With eyes casted down afraid if you looked at him further you'd loose yourself to t his sweet feeling that you just couldn't handle. Even feeling how awkward you felt Namor, without a word took your other cheek in his free palm and forced you to lift your head so you starred directly into his eyes. He was closer to you now both of your noses barley touching one another, both lips parted so your soft breathless pants mixed with his own.

"I've already fallen Y/N, I'll catch here at the bottom," With his breathless voice and your hesitancy to stop him he pushed his lips onto yours. It may have been brief but you were shocked but soon you closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around his shoulders touching his bare tanned skin feeling the flesh that you wanted to so badly bruise, tear apart and scar. Now you wanted to caress it and hold it.

He seemed to have the same thoughts because he tilted his head to the side forcing his hot tongue past your parted lips and dropped his large hands to your sides pulling at your flimsy shirt. He was already half naked while you still wore fabrics, it wasn't fair.

With tongue clashing against tongue you were surprised you were keeping up with the king of the deep with how thick and skilled his tongue was. Not even men you had fling with kissed this...this romantically. Your heart was beating so quickly in your chest you could hear it pounding in your ears!

Was this what it felt like to have your feelings returned? Was this what it meant to lust, to like, to...possibly love someone?

Breaking the kiss you had to pushed against his shoulders to give yourself some space, your lips were red swollen and wet, "Wait- wait we need-"

Again, you were cut off by yet another kiss you couldn't help but succumb to. Knees buckled and legs turned to jelly causing you to lose your balance and slip onto your knees , he feel to his knees with you breaking the kiss and next his lips your on your neck licking and kissing what he could of your sweaty flesh making you moan and shove at his shoulders. But it was like pushing a freaking wall of muscle! He wouldn't budge.

"N-Namor please," Your voice pleaded, whiney, to have him release you but alas he pretended not to hear your voice and pushing the sleeve of your top off your shoulder revealing your true flesh where the sea king greedily kissed, nipped and licked.

"I'm trying to catch you, I don't want you to hurt when you get down here mi reina," Deep, accented, rich and low.

Honestly, you didn't expect this outcome whatsoever. This was just sudden, and very surprising. A surprise that had your core tighten and caused a pool of heat to make itself known between your squeezing thighs, you were.. aroused.

A man of his caliber, a man who you avoided feelings for and masked it as annoying, a man who thought war was his only means of protecting his people, a man who almost killed you, made you feel as aroused as a whore in Babylon who hasn't had sex in weeks.

Well, not the best analogy but the idea was still there.

Before you knew it you let him push you onto your back into the sand, he slid between your legs and one hand was gripping the sand by the side of your head as the other reached for under your shirt. While caressing the flesh at your tummy he raised your shirt.

"Now you're docile, its cute to see you this way mi reina." He smirked while his hand fully slipped under your shirt and his fingers brushed against the underside of your breast. Why you didn't wear a bra today? Because you truly didn't expect t have company over like this.

Your cheeks redden and you quickly took hold of his hand stopping him from fully grasping your bare tit.

"I...this is embarrassing Namor," You cleared your throat," We were literally just fighting and now we're, what are we doing?"

Namore smiled, not his cheeky cocky smile but a genuine smile," We are just two people enjoying some time at a beach, two natural bodies who just so happen to be compatible enough to enjoy a dance that many before us enjoyed between man and woman,"

He scooted further forcing your legs to spread and hang around his thighs lazily, and you felt him. Hidden beneath those dark green trunks of his was a long hard slab of flesh already threatening to rip through the marital and it was pressing against your loose short shorts. Unfortunately, they were so loose they didn't bother to cover your snatch. Your trimmed bare snatch.

When you said you weren't prepared for anything you sure weren't, it was a laundry day so everything was being washed and or dried. Meaning panties, bras and even the good clothes you'd fight the sea king with.

He noticed in your fight a small glimpse of what you hid beneath thanks to your loose fitting clothes so it certainly helped him get riled up while he riled you up. A win was a win regardless of its means.

Namor had you beneath him almost as bare as he, if not more so, ready to receive because he already felt the slick wetness of your arousal against his trunk covered shaft.

"So, that means the sooner we couple the more we can realize just how badly we truly needed each other," Sliding one hand down to his golden belt he undid it carefully making sure to press that hard print against your cunt, squishing both sexes together while the claps were undone. He pulled the golden belt away from his waist and dropped it somewhere in the sand.

Did your bodies need each other? By the way your slick juice was leaving a slight damp mark on his trousers you'd say yes.

"We do fight each other very well, so maybe we do fuck well too," It embarrassed you to even say such a sentence. Especially when all you've been spewing from your mouth were insults and threats all directed towards him.

On the other hand he enjoyed seeing you struggle talking dirty to him. All those threats and insults fueled him and made him harder than he ever was and it was all thanks to you. While watching you he hooked his thumb on the waistband of his trunks and pulled them down, with urgency and you lifted your hips just as eager to finally catch that large slab of meat with your awaiting cunt with a loud wet slap.

You didn't bother to look at the dark tanned throbbing erection of his that was already beading at the tip. Okay, maybe you did but the slap to your cunt made your eyes to flutter closed briefly while a deep sigh of satisfaction left your lips.

Namor groaned under his breath as he prepared standing straighter and laying his cock over your mound and tummy. And with a thick warm finger he guided it over the length of himself before finally reaching to an area above your belly button, right where he measured the tip of his bulbous cock.

"This...this is where my cock is going to reach deep inside you,"

Your hand gripped his forearm that rested in the sand next to your hip,"You'll-tear me apart Namor," You whined squirming already.

He reared his hips back and made sure to position his tip between your puffy folds, you were already oozing with anticipation ready to start yet another fight with him, but this time with your full body.

The sea god hissed softly running his length up and down between your folds hearing how slick you were, it was a sound not even the sea can mimic. A real woman wet and ready was a gift man should always cherish.

And now a man of the water was going to drown in it.

"Then mi reina, lets count this as a win for me."

Without warning he found your entrance and pierced you, you welcomed him with a tight hot embrace of an eager cunt. A cunt he was already losing to. He was met with little resistance but there was some when he went further than any pervious man has ever gone.

It made you almost shriek! You grabbed his arm and placed a hand on hos abdomen making him stop. You were panting starring up at him with wide eyes, "Wait! Wait please-"

Taking your hands he held each one by the wrist and made sure you wouldn't escape from his grasp. God, you already knew what he was going to do.

The sea king looked down at you with a burning desire to ravish all that you were and to bring forth a destruction that lead to your end, an end that left you limp and drooling no doubt.

"And this, is where I catch you."

Using your hands as anchors to reel you back into his thrusts. And fit finally, he did. You were speechless when his hips connected with your ass making you bonce with each thrust, the claps, the plaps echoed along the beach and thankfully not a soul was in sight.

Finally you let out a sob like cry of pleasure when his finally let go of your hands just to grab your hips and lift them up a bit so his cock hit that one spot that made your toes curl. How did he know that was the spot?

With your back arched and head rolled back into the sand your only view was the sky and the ocean, waves of calm brushing against the shore one after the other almost mimicking Namors thrusts. It was driving you crazy.

"I-It feels so-" You gasped and your eyes crossed a bit as your body jiggled and bounced." So, so good!"

The poor sea king was groaning above you gripping your hips and concentrating on hitting the spots he guessed felt good to you, of course, it was purely guessing. Maybe the two of you were meant for each other. The soft caresses of your hands reached for each of his forearms and held them, anchoring to them.

He leaned forward over your body while animalistically gripping those hips of yours like a mad dog and placed open mouthed kisses along your tensed jaw and parted lips.

"Mine, mi reina magnifica," A groan was ripped from his throat and filtered through your hungry mouth, your hands no longer by his forearms but slid up to his cradle his cheeks in each palm. You were close to that sudden release but yet you didn't want it to end here. Your body hummed with the nickname and brought forth a shiver throughout your body.

With a few more powerful thrusts he suddenly

stopped with eyes closed and lips parted panting.

Was he...was he done already?

Panting yourself you placed kisses around his lips, his nose and forehead while wrapping your legs tighter around his waist.

"P-please you can't stop now, not when I'm so close you jerk,"

The words left you in a breathless annoyed huff. How dare he stop in the middle of pounding your insides. Opening his eyes once again he smirked and removed his hands from your hips, he moved them up and around you sliding an arm under and around your bare waist as the other wrapped under and around your shoulders securing himself down to you. You were forced to wrap your arms around his neck.

His face was buried into the crook of your neck," Forgive me my love, you're just so tight," Without further delay he began and this time he gave you no mercy. You could hear his teeth grind by your ear while he concentrated on controlling his hips to give you that mind blowing orgasm you've been needing.

It didn't take long before you came with a sob, digging your nails into his fleshy back and toes curling from the intensity of it. Fucking out in a public space and with the man you thought was the most annoying thing on this planet who was actually very into you, made this even more mind blowing than it was.

Soon, Namor the sea king quickly whipped his cock right out of that tight embrace of your walls and spent himself on your tummy. His load shot out so far it caught your parted lips and cheek, he panted heavily by your ear trying to catch his breath.

He shuddered and slowly straightened up he ran a sandy hand through his dark locks and smirked down at you.

"I told you I'd catch you."

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Enamored

Chapter 1-Healer

Namor x female!reader

ONESHOT

𝐞𝐧·𝐚𝐦·𝐨𝐫

/𝐢ˈ𝐧𝐚𝐦ə𝐫,𝐞ˈ𝐧𝐚𝐦ə𝐫/

𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞: 𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝; 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞: 𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝

𝐓𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫

🌊🪽🌊🪼🌊

She was enamored with his world, and he was enamored with her.

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[Bold means they're speaking in yucatec maya]

[Trigger Waring: Blood]

*3rd Person POV*

"Yeild, and Wakanda will protect your oceans. We will protect your secrets. Yeild, and your people will live. Vengeance has consumed us. We cannot let it consume our people.

"I yeild."

"Talokanile'ex! Let us return home! Our fight here is done!" Namor shouted to his people from the jet, his words making them bow in understanding.

"Wakanda forever!" Shuri also shouted, getting a 'Wakanda forever' in return from the Wakandans. Shuri turned to Namor, and breathlessly and tiredly said, "I have a friend who can heal you, give you back your wings." Namor nodded, and both leaders turned back to their people.

*Time Skip*

"Well, this is the place Shuri said to go. At least I think it is... hopefully." (Y/N) mumbled to herself as she set her waterproof pack onto the warm sand. (Y/N) had just arrived at a nameless and extremely hidden beach in Yucatan, courtesy of Shuri arranging a flight for her. Shuri had called (Y/N) with a favor to help heal a new friend/ally of Wakanda's. (Y/N) had heard about the fight between Wakanda and a new group/kingdom, but decided not to bring it up, considering they both found a truce.

The, to be kept secret friend, Namor, told Shuri to have her healer, (Y/N), to wait on a specific beach, which is the one she is currently waiting on. He didn't say a specific time, so (Y/N) arrived to the beach around 8:30 in the morning, not wanting to miss Namor or keep him waiting. Shuri told her he was kind, noble yet unforgiving. (Y/N) didn't want to get on his bad side.

(Y/N) looked around the beach, taking in the scenery as she sat down. 'Wow... it's gorgeous.' She thought to herself as she took in the palm trees, exotic flowers, small creatures running or flying around, the tan sand and finally the light teal ocean. It was quiet and peaceful, away from the human touch; purely nature.

She took in a deep breath of the salty air and closed her eyes. She exhaled with a calming smile as her shoulders relaxed. She stayed that way for awhile, just sitting with her eyes closed, a peaceful smile adorning her lips as the morning sun bathed her in a golden light.

From a distance in the ocean, she was being watched. Namor and a handful of his soldiers, including Namora and Attuma, gazed at the girl as she soaked in the morning sun. "This is the girl we're supposed to meet? She doesn't look to be much." Namora said, glancing to Namor. "It's always the ones you least expect." Attuma added. This new girl gave Namor a... strange feeling. Nothing bad, but nothing good. She was pleasing to the eye and seemed kind, but all of that could be a facade.

"Let's just continue watching her for the time being." Namor said, not taking his eyes off the girl on the beach. And that they did. They watched her as she walked around, either drew or wrote in her journal, ate, played with the animals and insects, read and even at one point take a nap. It was late afternoon by the time Attuma spoke up, "We've spent almost the whole day watching her, she seems harmless. Shall we go and get her?"

"If I was her I wouldn't have waited this long, somethings up." Namora said, suspicious. Namor went to respond but paused, "Wait, look." They all look to the shore to see the girl put down her book as she spotted something washing up on to the beach.

"Oh... oh no. No, no, no, no, no!" (Y/N) bolted to her feet and ran towards the shore, towards a beached and bleeding manta ray. She fell to her knees as she assessed the wound. There was a large fishing hook in the back of its right fin. "Oh gosh," (Y/N) mumbled to herself, worry in her tone. "Alright, let's do this." She determinedly said, quickly taking off her shoes and socks, hoodie and cargo pants. Thankfully she was wearing a tank top and shorts underneath.

She could tell the manta ray was a juvenile based on its size, so it was relatively easy for her to shimmy it back into the water. When it was deep enough, she placed her hands on its underbelly and helped it further out into the ocean, until it was up to her breast. "I'm sorry but this is going to hurt," (Y/N) apologized to the manta ray as she lifted its fin out of the water and swiftly pulled the fishing hook out, the ray flapping its fins in pain afterwards.

She threw the hook onto the beach as she apologized again, "I know, I'm sorry!" She took her index finger and wiped up some of the manta rays blood. Then she did something none of the Talokan were expecting, she licked the manta rays blood from her finger. "What the...?" Namora had mumbled under her breath.

(Y/N) closed her eyes after tasting the blood, still holding onto the manta ray. After about 30 seconds she re-opened her eyes, "Got it." She placed her hand on the rays wound and slowly pulled it up. Thin strings of gold light became visible as she lifted her hand, the strings were attached to her hand and the rays wound. She intricately moved her fingers as the strings danced, closing the rays wound, leaving nothing but a completely healed scar.

"Hm..." Was all Namor could say.

(Y/N) let go of the ray and watched as it flapped its fins for a moment, testing them out. When realizing he was okay, he swam deeper into the water, swimming circles around the girl as she giggled in happiness.

'That sound...' Namor definitely wanted to hear it again.

The ray swam off and (Y/N) smiled in the direction she last saw it. She then turned and made her way back to the beach. "Let's go," Namor ordered, diving underwater, the soldiers following.

Just as (Y/N) got back onto shore, she heard a male voice call out and froze, "You are the healer Shuri told me about, yes?" What alarmed her at first was that the voice came from behind her, from the ocean. But she quickly remembered what little information Shuri told her about Namor, that he lived in the water. She tried to calm down her racing heart as she turned to make eye contact with the source of the voice.

When they came face to face, it seemed like everything stopped, like everything went quiet. (E/c) eyes, dark brown eyes. (H/l) (h/c) (h/t) hair, short black wavy hair. Smooth (s/c) skin, clear caramel skin. Scars, piercings, tattoos, the shape of each other's faces, ears, lips, shoulders, fingers, everything. They took in everything about the other, all the way from how tall the other was to how long or short their eyelashes were. It was like they were in a trance, but it all came to a stop.

"Well? He asked you a question. Speak." Namora called out to (Y/N), jolting her back to reality. "O-Oh! Yes! I'm the healer Shuri sent! My name is (Y/N), it is a pleasure to meet you!" (Y/N) hastily said as she bowed to Namor. "I am Namor. We are going to search your things." Namor introduced and stated, sending two of the background soldiers up onto the beach. "Oh! Go ahead!" (Y/N) gestured to her pack.

The two Talokans searched the bag and found no weapons or trackers. One of them closed it back up after tossing (Y/N)'s clothes into it and swinging it over their shoulder. "Here is a mask to help you breath underwater," Namor said as he held out one of their respirators. "Oh, thank you, but I don't need it." (Y/N) kindly waved off, getting confused looks from the Talokans.

(Y/N) closed her eyes and after a few seconds, two sets of gills appeared on her neck, just like the Talokan. The Talokan, except for Namor, gasped backed away from the girl, Namora even going as far as raising her spear to (Y/N). (Y/N)'s eyes went wide at the sudden hostility and she also backed up. Namor placed his hand on Namora's spear and lowered it, "How did you do that?" He questioned, pure curiosity in his voice.

(Y/N) was hesitant to answer at first due to the Talokans reaction, but Namors dark brown eyes were calming. "It's my power, my mutation. I can go deeper into it if you want, but not here." She said as she looked around the beach for civilians. "Yes, let's get going. Can you keep up with us?" Namor asked, walking further into the ocean. "Uh, hopefully." (Y/N) nervously chuckled.

"Let's go!" Namor dived into the water, Namora and Attuma following. (Y/N) changed her eyes so that they would be protected from the salt water and so she could see better. She also changed her skin to thermoregulate like a dolphin or whale, avoiding hypothermia. Finally she dove in, the last three Talokans behind her. All seven of them swam deeper and further into the ocean, passing by many sea animals.

Ever since she was younger, (Y/N) gravitated more towards the sea animals than the land animals, and since she only ever saw sea animals is aquariums or marine life hospitals, it was like a field day for her. She beamed and smiled at every animal she saw, and even occasionally touched.

Namor watched her from the corner of his eye as she was absolutely entranced by the wildlife, still swimming towards their underwater cave. Though he stopped when (Y/N) happened to look up and see a swarm jellyfish. She gasped in delight, "Moon jellyfish!" She swam up, completely forgetting her company.

The three background soldiers were about to swim up and follow her but Namor stopped them, "Wait here, all of you." Namor swam up next to the healer and saw her giggling with a large smile on her face, jellyfish dancing around her and brushing up against her skin, tickling her.

"Strange, I've never seen them act that way before." Namor commented, still watching as one jellyfish came and rested in the girls cupped hands. "Oh really?" (Y/N) replied, only half paying attention to Namor. Namor swam closer to the girl, where he was right next to her, "The animals respect you." He said, more so to himself than her.

The sudden change in Namor's volume caught (Y/N) off guard and she looked in his direction, slightly jolting at his new proximity. He was staring at her, a feeling in his eyes she couldn't describe. "Oh, sorry. I'm keeping us up." She apologized, then she slowly lifted her hands up, the jellyfish swimming away.

Namor still watched her as she did this, and all the while, she had a truly peaceful smile. The rest of the jellyfish surrounding them also swam away, making a clearing for the two. (Y/N) turned back to Namor to show she was ready, and he was the first to start swimming down, the healer following close behind.

A few minutes went by as the group continued to swim. They eventually came to an entrance to, what (Y/N) assumed was, an underwater cave. But none of them made a move to enter. Namor turned to (Y/N), "We are going to blindfold you in order to keep our destination a secret, to keep my people safe."

"Oh, okay." (Y/N) nodded in understanding, closing her eyes as Namora came behind her to tie the blindfold. (Y/N) couldn't see anything, but she could still hear and feel. She heard Namor speak in his native tongue and two hands grab hers, both rough and larger than her hands. They were slightly different in size and feel, telling her that it was two different people guiding her.

They started to swim, guiding the blind girl with them. They swam for almost ten minutes before they breached water. The two holding onto (Y/N) helped her out of the water, standing her up. The blindfold was removed and she blinked a few times, transitioning her eyes back to her normal (e/c) ones (also getting rid of the gills).

She took in her surroundings and saw that they were now in a cave. When she looked up, she saw stalactites and glow worms, giving the cave a soft teal glow. She looked down to see the pool of water they came from. From the turns and quick movements she felt when she was blindfolded, she knew she would get lost if she needed/tried to escape for any reason.

"This way," Namor called to the girl, gesturing towards a small hut to her right. The guards stood outside of the hut, except for Namora and Attuma, they entered along with Namor and (Y/N). The hut was well lit with torches, giving (Y/N) a full view the tapestries decorating the walls. "Woah..." (Y/N) said, the word leaving her mouth involuntarily as she took in all of the work. "Would you like a robe?" Namor asked, pulling one around his shoulders. The healer shook her head, "No thank you, I'm regulating my temperature." At her words, Namor lightly chuckled in amusement.

"What has... Shuri told you about us?" Namor then hesitantly started, watching (Y/N) observe the tapestries with wonder. "Not much," She started, still taking in the murals. "Just that you went from enemies to allies and you and your people live in the ocean," At this point she turns to face Namor fully and gesture to his ankles, "And that you needed those fixed."

Namor nodded, "Before we start, tell me about your power." (Y/N) tensed slightly, "Ah, yeah, that... well, if I consume a beings DNA, human or animal, I can heal any of their wounds. But in order to do that, I have to absorb their DNA, which means I gain their traits. For example, the ray I healed today, I can now change my eyes to theirs, I can form girls like theirs, and if I want I can make my skin like theirs."

At this, Namor stops her, "So, if you consume any of my DNA, you can gain my strength and wings?" (Y/N) could hear in his tone that he was not happy about that. She nodded nonetheless, "Yes, but I can promise you I would never use them." "How do I know I can trust you?" Namor retorted.

"You don't, that's what trust is about. Putting your faith in someone." (Y/N) responded. "The last time I did that, one of people ended up dying." Namor gravely said. "Shuri must have failed to mention I'm a pacifist." (Y/N)'s sentence made Namor pause. He looked to her, "You're a... pacifist?" There was clear doubt in his tone.

The healer sighed heavily before answering, "I'm not going to go into why, but things happened in my past that made me who I am today. I don't want violence or destruction, I want peace and clarity. I only use my power for good causes. Plus, every time I gain a new DNA and go to use it, it feels like every fiber, every atom of my body is either exploding or ripping apart. It's very painful." She ended with a chuckle.

"What about today?" Namor questions. (Y/N) shrugs, "It hurts, but not as much as the very first time I did it. I'm used to the pain now." The King nodded, "Shall we get started then?" (Y/N) nodded as Namor sat down in a chair, unwrapping one of his bandages.

"Before we start," (Y/N) started, getting down on her knees for better access to Namor's ankles. "I should warn you, the healing process will hurt immensely since you're similar to human. I highly suggest we do sessions of healing." Namor cringed at being compared to a human, but nodded anyway, "Let's see how far we can get today."

(Y/N) nodded and held her hand out for Namor's. He gave her his hand, palm side up as she grew a thin and sharp talon. "May I?" She gestured to his hand and he nodded. She pricked the tip of his index finger and a small dot of blood arose. Namor chuckled, "I thought you were a pacifist." (Y/N) giggled, "You gave me permission so it doesn't count." She then leaned down and licked the blood off of his finger.

Namor didn't know how to feel or react, your giggle, smile, and your tongue on his skin sent his mind into overdrive. Thankfully for him, she closed her eyes for a moment before opening them again. Her once (e/c) eyes were now a gold. She looked back to Namor, "Are you ready?" He nodded in response.

She gently placed her hand on his wing and slowly brought it up. Gold strings attached to the wound from her fingers and pain immediately rushed through Namor. He grunted in surprise, gritted his teeth, and clasped onto the table near him. Namora and Attuma stepped forward in a panic but halted when Namor held up his hand.

Five minutes went by and Namor was already sweating heavily and panting. The table he was grasping was ready to break any second. When his eyes went half lidded (Y/N) stopped her healing, "I think that's good for today." Namor couldn't find it in himself to object.

(Y/N) pulled out a handkerchief from her pack and wiped Namors forehead, "Here, use this." Namor nodded in thanks and took the handkerchief, their hands touching in the process. He looked to her and they made eye contact, dark brown eyes locked with (e/c) ones. Something surged through them, a feeling foreign to both.

Unsure of what to do, (Y/N) broke eye contact and looked to the ground. "How far did you get?" Namor asked in order to quickly avoid the awkward atmosphere. The healer looked to his wing and nervously chuckled, "Uh, almost half an inch!" She tried to sound cheerful but failed. Namor nodded, "We will do more tomorrow."

(Y/N) gathered her things and the four beings left the hut. She was blindfolded once again as they left the cave. Once out in front of the tunnel entrance, they removed the blindfold. They swam back to the beach where they met (Y/N), of course, not without said girl admiring the jellyfish again.

After checking no one was on the beach, they breached the water and made their way to shore. (Y/N) turned to Namor, "Same time tomorrow?" He nodded, "Thank you for today, I will see you tomorrow, (Y/N)." Hearing her name said by this attractive being made her heart race and cheeks flush. She quickly nodded, "See you tomorrow, Namor." Hearing his name from this beautiful and kind being made Namors heart beat quicken and heat rise to his pointed ears. He never thought he could love the name given to him by the beings he despised, but the healer was proving him wrong.

To be continued...

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