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inklore · 1 year

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the price of pity

premise: namor can’t blame you for wanting to reach out and touch him, to tease him, to silently beg him to take you upstairs and fuck you into your mattress. he can however blame you for acting so needy the two of you almost get caught.

pairing: dbf!namor x (f)reader

word count: 2.9k+

warnings: namor is a mean!dom it’s canon, fingering, dirty talk, brat tamer!namor, mentions of past p in v, teasing, degradation, nose riding mention, name calling but in a hot way, established secret relationship, age gap (readers in her 20s), mentions of sexting, amenaza means menace.

note: am i addicted to writing dbf!namor now thanks to my fellow whores out there? maybe, possibly, yes. this idea struck me like a punch to the gut and my insides wouldn’t rest until i wrote it so please suffer along with me.

part one | feel free to send more thots on these two!

You’ve come to learn that keeping secrets takes little to no effort at all when said secret is something that makes you happy. Something that brings the sun into your life, making you realize that the light within it before was just artificial lighting. Or maybe it was less poetic than that. Maybe you just liked how it felt to not be at odds with a man you never realized you burned for until he grabbed your face and singed your skin with his lips.

Or perhaps you just liked how much he made you come.

Casually hooking up with someone was not new to you. You’ve had your share of sexual encounters to know what you like, what you don’t like, and the type of person you like said things from. You didn’t expect anything to differ when it came to being with Namor. Didn’t expect it to get past the kiss in the kitchen that had been cut short from your fathers arrival.

You hadn’t expected a text from him that night while you laid in bed, a simple conversation of limits and misplaced guilt and fear that quickly turned into dirty words. And perfectly angled photos of his broad chest and happy trail—a video of his cock in hand following shortly after.

Nor did you expect to end up tangled in his bed sheets days later.

It was hard to wrap your head around something you didn’t impose on happening, didn’t think about happening until his kiss almost knocked you off your feet, and your name coming from his mouth as he came on your stomach had made you woozy.

But this was your reality now, and where shame should have lied, your attachment to Namor had grown.

Like vines wrapping around said shame and guilt and fear of being caught by your father, suffocating it. Letting the press of his tongue and the tip of his cock fully snuff it out until all there was was you and Namor.

And your secret meetings.

Meetings that made you realize—after the first time—your history of sexual encounters couldn’t come close to something like this. Like him. How he made you come undone with only words, the tip of his tongue and nose, a hand at your throat, nails digging so deep into the flesh of your hips from behind that he left you with bruises shaped like little moons to fawn over in the shower.

He had taken what you liked and turned it into true desire. True need.

It almost made you despise him—how he could make you come harder than you yourself ever could. Or how un-smug he was about it. How he still wore that beautiful scowl when he looked at you but now he just smiled a little more. Smirked, Would pull you to his chest when you were coming down and only start fucking you again when you begged him for it.

And it only frustrated you even more—where the despising really came in—when you’d wonder how long this would last.

How long could the two of you get away with this, how long did he want to keep doing it?

They were thoughts you quickly shot down. Let get wrapped up in those vines that were hiding you from the ugly truths and what ifs of this new relationship. If the time came where your father found out you knew that giving Namor up would never be an option. He said it himself: “if I keep touching you, if I let myself cross that line, I’ll never stop.”

And he hadn't.

And while keeping it a secret became easy—with little effort—not being able to touch Namor while he was over, when he came to visit your father, seemed to become more of a challenge with each visit.

There were only so many dark looks from across the room, or sweeps of his eyes up your legs, and upturns of smirks when you accidentally brushed past him or sent him a cheeky text while he shared beer with your father—you could handle. It all ending the same way, reaching the same destination with stolen kisses, a slap on the ass, and the stretch of his cock inside of you when you feed your dad another lie to get out of the house and over to his.

That still didn’t make it easy to pretend like nothing was going on when you could smell his cologne from across the room, or the sound of his deep chuckle making your thighs press closer together. The knowing glances of burning want behind his dark eyes when he caught you staring when you weren’t supposed to be.

So right now, as you sat with your exposed outer thigh pressed against his—as he manspreads on the, now, very small sofa the two of you were sharing—as the three of you watched a game you did not care about; you were going crazy.

Each time he shifts your body moves, pulling you into his frame more and more as if he were calling to your body, like some silent siren song. The pheromones from his cologne clogging your nostrils, the memory of how even sweat slicked against your body—your face buried into the crook of his neck—the musky sea salt scent still sticks to him. Still make your brain cloud over.

The parts he’s touching burn.

Make you squirm on the sliver of cushion his body allows you to have. The insides of your thighs pressed so tight together that your muscles ache; to be released, touched, smoothed over by his rough palms. The longer you sit here the longer your mind toys with the need you feel between your legs. And you really can’t help it. It's as if he’s rewired your entire DNA to crave him, even when you know you can’t. When you shouldn’t touch him—can’t touch him. You know how wrong it is to reach your hand out and let your fingers skate over the seam of his jeans, but you can’t help yourself.

The look he shoots you is deadly, making something dangerous twist at your insides like a bull seeing a red flag.

He’s not amused.

Barely gives you any reactions other than the few deadly scowls. If it wasn’t for the tick in his jaw and how his glare burns a hole through the tv, you wouldn’t think he was affected at all by your little touches—brushes, squirms and noises you’re manically dishing out right behind your fathers back. His recliner angled perfectly out of view of your shenanigans.

Maybe that’s why you’re so wet right now. Why your underwear is sticking to you uncomfortably. The risk of getting caught, of Namor slipping up and showing you the desire he only does behind closed doors right here in the open.

But he doesn’t feed into it. Doesn’t grant your silly behavior with the reaction you went; even if the scowl that’s shadowing his face turns you on more than the lightning strike of his smile.

When your dad stands up during a half time break your body instinctively wants to jump back. Move away from Namor and pretend your body isn’t completely on fire, heated with something you shouldn’t feel for him—try to act as normal as possible. And you’re sure you succeed, like every other time before this. With a soft smile and foe interest at whatever is going on on the tv.

Your fathers words going in one ear and out the other as your eyes blink from the tv to Namor’s side profile. The genuinely friendly smile he gives your dad at whatever he’s saying he’s going to do in the basement, makes your chest swoop. The stretch of his neck, the skin you love to bite and suck at there to hear him growl against your ear. The bump in his nose that you love to feel when he’s eating you out; you’re overheating.

He can’t be mad at you for wanting to reach over and touch him, to tease him, to silently beg him to take you upstairs and fuck you into your mattress—can he? He wouldn’t be. Right?

Wrong.

You realize when your fathers footsteps disappear into the kitchen and the heavy groan of the basement steps being walked on fades into silence. A groan of pain croaking in the back of your throat when Namor grabs you by the jaw, pulling you so very close to his face—too close, too much of an agitated look in his eye for it to be romantic, the type of closeness and grip you’d give to an enemy, not someone you’re fucking.

“Stop.”

The innocent look you give him isn’t a play. Another tease to keep the game going, to let him know how much you want him. He knows. He always knows. No. The look you’re giving him is one you’d give when your jaw is aching from the hold on it and the intensity of the dark eyes burning through you.

“Amenaza,” he sneers in his native tongue. Making your cheeks burn hotter, your voice losing all backing of the tough-teasing-stance you had minutes ago.

“I can’t help it.” You frown, let your palm splay against his upper thigh, “going all day without you touching me feels like a crime.” Your attempts at a teasing joke only make his stare more agitated. The smile you try to surface hard to do when his fingers feel like they're about to snap your jaw in two.

“I’m questioning your smarts, again.”

You start to speak but he cuts you off with harsh words, “if you wanted to be fucked as bad as you’re claiming, you think you would be smart enough to not ruin the chances of it ever happening again by getting caught.” The back of his thumb rubs against the line of your jaw, his eyes making a slow show of tracing the outline of your face from your eyes to your lips and back up again. “Or does that get you off? Getting caught, never coming by my hand–or my cock–again. I used to think you were a good girl. But having seen just how easily,” the pad of his thumb pulls at your bottom lip, “it is to get you cock drunk. I know I was mistaken in thinking that.”

The breath coming out of your lungs in heavy puffs blows against his finger. The beat of your heart against your ribcage makes it even harder to breathe. To function and suffice an argument to shoot back at him. An argument that would just be throwing matchsticks into an already blazing fire; useless.

The pounding between your legs becoming so unbearable you can’t help but try and get some friction by grinding your ass into the couch as subtly as possible. A subtle motion that is just the opposite of what you want it to be, but sends tingles down your spine and relieves a fraction of the ache you’re fighting tooth and nail with.

Namor notices right away. His eyes move down to the movements you halt once you realize the aforementioned lack of subtleness. Your need making you feel girlishly stupid and frustrated.

You despised him. You really did.

“You want me to touch you with your father in the next room?” He questions, looks at you with a curl of disgust on his lips. A look you can’t tell is genuine or not, but makes flutters swarm your stomach either way. He doesn’t let you answer, you’re sure he doesn’t want you to with the way he’s looking at you. With the way he pulls you forward so his lips are now so close to yours that when he speaks again you can feel the brush of his mustache. “You’re such a whore. You’re sick.” His tone low and like gravel against your aching insides.

“You like it,” you breathe. Stare down at his lips before meeting his dark eyes again.

Your retort making the grip on your already stinging jaw press harder into the bone, surely bruising skin, as he grips it harder—tighter, if that’s even possible. The look of disgust setting his brows down even lower, eyes narrowed.

You don’t expect to feel the hard indents of his free hand grabbing the back of your thigh, pulling your legs apart. A slap to your inner thigh making you gasp when you don’t keep yourself spread for him. His silence even more of an anticipation than the feel of his fingertips dancing up your thighs. Slipping past the waistband of the cloth shorts adorning your lower half.

The look that flashes over his eyes when he touches the outside of your panties, feels how soaked they are, makes a pathetic noise hitch in your throat. The gasp you let out even louder when he presses two fingers against the wet fabric, spreading you through them and coming down on your clit. Your fingers digging into the side of his t-shirt to ground yourself. To remind you that your father is just below you. That he’s barely touched you and you’re already so wet and ready for him that just a press of his fingers is making your hips gyrate, and feel close to coming.

“Am I the only one who fucks you like this? Makes you scream when you come?” He had said one night, mouth pressed to your ear as he held you down to the mattress, hips pounding hard against your ass as he fucked you.

And the answer was yes. Just as he doesn’t need to ask you if you’re this wet for him. You always are.

It’s when he finally stops teasing you from outside of your underwear and pushes past them that you can hear how wet you are—that both of you can, if the feral look on his face is anything to go by. The moans that you try to swallow down creeping up your throat like burning coals that refuse to go out. Adding to the symphony of filth you prey can’t be heard from downstairs.

As Namor’s knuckle rubs at your sensitive clit, two fingers push—as deep as your tightness will allow him to go—inside of you, fucking you with them.

“Shut up,” he demands as he releases your jaw to grip the back of your neck, pulling your mouth to his. “Keep your pretty mouth quiet, or this will be the last time you get fucked by any part of me.”

And it’s the hardest thing you’ve ever been asked to do.

Trying to keep the burning pleasure that he’s giving you, that is coiling your body like an overworked spring ready to give and come apart, from spilling from your mouth the way you want. The way you need. The way you know he loves.

But think he might love more.

The hard look he keeps flashing from your eyes to your mouth as it hangs open on silent sobs—the hand brushing against the outline of his cock pressing tight to his jeans—letting you know for certain.

His forehead presses to yours as he grunts “you don’t deserve my cock. You’re lucky I’m giving you my pity.” But he makes no move to remove your hand, to stop himself from slowly rocking his hips up to apply more pressure to himself, “so stop being greedy before I stop being nice.” He threatens.

Your palm freezes immediately and pulls away from his lap, the whine you want to let out swallowed down from the blaze of his glare when he pulls his head from yours. When he goes back to watching you, like he’s torturing the both of you. When you’re the one who’s trying not to lose it right now; at his threats, his beautifully deep brown eyes, and the way his fingers are fucking you so deep and slow while his knuckle plays with your clit in the opposite speed, making your legs instinctively itch to close the closer and closer you get to coming.

And you’re so fucking close you want to scream. To cry. To praise him for his pity on you.

“Look at me.” He demands, squeezing the skin at the back of your neck. “You wanted this, wanted to be a whore,” he says the derogatory word like a praise. Liquid smooth and thick with his own obvious lust. “So come for me,” and two, three—four—strokes against your clit and you’re coming. His mouth pressing hard against yours as he muffles the cries you let out. His tongue lapping them from your throat like the sweetest poison.

He doesn’t allow you to catch your breath before he’s pulling away from you though. Removing his hand from your shorts, slipping the two fingers that were inside of you into his mouth to clean, and then he’s righting himself back to normal. Grabbing his forgotten beer and pressing it to his mouth. A smile on his face just as your father walks back into the room.

He doesn’t look to you again until a commercial breaks on the screen and your dad is too busy going off on a tenant over something that’s barely registering in your focus, because your head is still cloudy with coming down—and trying to right your breath without your dad noticing, which is harder said than done; your panties sticking uncomfortably to you now that you’ve ruined them even more.

The heat from him as he leans close to you, lips to the shell of your ear, only reigniting those just sedated aches, as he speaks in a whisper. “You’re not off the hook. My kindness comes with a price and you’re going to pay for it until you’re begging for me to take it away.”

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thegreatestsandwich · 1 year

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King of my heart, body and soul (Namor x F!reader)

(You’ve seen this man? This man could just look at me and I would do whatever he wants)

Masterlist

Pairing: Namor x F!reader

Word count: 1.5k

Summary: The union of two souls goes beyond the spiritual way.

Warning: Mentions of cringy sex, also like really really dirty? like dude this man can go at it, I know it, just look at him, read if you want, but if you are a minor, leave! why are you here?!

A/N: I have a new obsession now, and that obsession is him, he is just so...I don’t even know how to explain it? Like he owns me and I am happily aware of that.

Translations:

Teech k’abéet ti’teen - I need you

Béet - Please

Coments, Reblogs and Asks are happily received!

The waters became colder as Namor guide you towards the ancient ruins. Six giant pillars greeted you just a bit under They were placed on a circle, one facing another. A true beauty of what Talocan represented.

The pillars were more ancient than the ruins of the city, more primal. A statue welcomed you- A beautiful woman bare-chested, dressed in nothing but fine clothes that covered part of her shoulders and waist. A snake adorning her hair. You couldn’t help but stare in amazement.

“Ix Chel.” He whispered on your ear, gesturing to the statue that faced both of you. You carefully looked around in amazement. You always knew you would see them one day, but never thought it would be with him. “The goddess of the moon. She will guide us through our journey.”

The waters were so calm here and you never knew how peaceful could it be, just the feeling made you held your breath, too afraid to disturbed it.

“Are you ready, mi amor?” Namor murmured. “Her power is strong and once we fully enter her domain, it will consume us. It will be intense but I know you will adapt quickly.”

You turned to face him, showing him a smile, you were a bit confuse with the whole ritual but you trusted him. With a nod, he grabbed your hand and carefully guide you to stand in the middle of it. You gasped at the feeling. Your hands quickly going to the gills on your neck.

“K'uk'ulkan.” You whispered in alarm. “The water…?”

“Do not fear.” He said. “It is part of the ritual, the waters will disappear from the pillars, allowing us to finally become one.” Namor grasped your hand and began guiding you to the edge of the pillars.

You swallowed, there was something that began lighting inside your body, your arousal dampening your tights. You let him guide you, stopping suddenly.

He began speaking, the beautiful language that surrounded your people, you tried to keep up with him, but for some reason, it felt too personal, like he was speaking directly to Ix Chel. The words flowed out of him like water, so beautiful and natural that you felt to compel to look away. Then he took your hand and finally entering together.

Then you felt it.

You gasped, a swirl of emotions whirring inside of your body. It was a strange feeling, an energy so powerful that you felt every building phase. You began to panic at the intense feelings. You felt it everywhere, on the tips of your fingers, traveling towards the hair on your skin. You clenched your fists in an attempt to contain it. But it was with no avail.

“K'uk'ulkan.” You gasped, closing the distance, trying to touch any part of his body. It wasn’t unpleasant, but the control you had on your body was beginning to fade away. You were afraid, this was something nobody warn you about it.

Namor voice was strained, he felt it as intense as you. “Hold on to it, savor it, mi amor, savor it.”

“K'uk'ulkan.” You stuttered. “Wh-what is happening?”

“Ix Chel is looking within us.” He confidently said. “She is determining if our paths are meant to unify.”

“How will she know?” You whispered.

“You will know.”

Your stomach began feeling warm, a feeling that began spreading through your entire body. Your lips parted, a strong pleasure overtaking your senses. You grasp Namor’s arm, a moan escaping your lips as a throbbing was pulsing in between your tights.

“I…” You gasped.

“I know.” Namor hissed, “Yo lo sé, mi amor.”

Your breaths became almost to painful to take. Your dress felt to heavy and painful on your body. Your knees almost buckled completely if it wasn’t for Namor’s arms holding you closer to him. He pressed you even closer, you grabbed his arms, your nails scratching them. He made you walked towards the pillows that were lying there on the center. Every step made your clit throb with desire.

“K'uk'ulkan, teech k’abéet ti’teen, béet.” You panted. “K'uk'ulkan, now, please.”

“Aún no, mi amor.” The tendons on his neck strained at his words, he was almost losing control. “Not yet.”

You groaned in frustration. Your fingers caressing the tightness on his shorts, his cock was hard and the feeling of your fingers made him buck his hips against them, trying to feel some sort of friction. He laid you on the pillows, taking -ripping- off the dress off your body, your arousal leaking from your cunt, down on your thighs. Namor groaned, the delicious smell filling his senses, blinding him in pleasure. He took away his shorts.

You gasped, his magnificent body completely nude and only for you. His muscles were strained, making him seem even huger from before. His hair was damped, sticking against his face, small drops of sweat dropping on your naked breasts. He looked wild. Untamed. Arousal clouding his eyes.

You wanted him with desperation, a feeling that part of yourself was scared off. You didn’t want foreplay or any kind of teasing. You wanted. No. You needed his cock, you needed it to finally appease that arousal, you needed it deep inside you, harsh thrusts, stretching you, pounding you, consuming every part of your senses. You wanted him to be the sole focus of your attention. Only him.

You moaned when he pulled your thighs open, positioning himself. Finally.

“She has accepted our union, mi amor.” He growled, the head of his cock teasing your entrance. “You are finally mine, only mine.” Namor slid inside with a powerful thrust.

You moaned loud.

You choked on your breaths, your arms falling at your side, he was huge, so huge, massive inside you, his cock stimulated everything. Every thrust sent a shock of pleasure straight to your clit. You groaned when he found that sweet spot inside you. Oh, how sweet pain that was.

“Made only for me.” He groaned, his hands grabbing tightly at your thighs, you could only imagine the color they would take after this mating session. “Tight, so tight and only for me.”

Namor groaned, desperate thrusts. He dropped his body down on yours, his hands grabbing yours and placing them above you, holding them tight. You cried out as his scent hit your senses, you tried to get your hands free but he didn’t let you, fucking you even harder.

Your eyes opened and found him watching you with madness on them, his gaze was unwavering. “Your cunt is taking me so beautifully.” He bent down, stealing a kiss. “Your sweet cunt was made for my cock.”

You were being claimed and you loved it. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, an unbelievable pleasure forcing your senses. Demanding more. Your vision almost blacked out, you could barely breath, your back arching as your cunt tightened against his cock, trying to milk his seed out, but he didn’t give it up. Not yet. You were panting at the intensity of your climax but he still didn’t let up, his hips continuing their thrusts, seeking more.

Namor was nearing his end but he was holding back, he needed for you to completely surrender to him.

“K'uk'ulkan.” You whispered, your voice completely a shell from the moaning. “I am yours, take me… claim me.”

There it was.

He groaned. “You want this, mi amor?”

You moaned in response. Your cunt tightened against his cock, his hands leaving yours, taking your thighs and forcing them a bit more upward, going deeper inside you. “Tell me.”

“I am yours, only yours.” You whispered again. Without hesitation, he leaned forward and kissed you hard. You gasped into the kiss and Namor took the opportunity to force his tongue inside your mouth. He brook the kiss.

“Take me, mi amor.” He rasped, fucking you harder, his cock filling you, stretching you even further. “Take what is yours.”

“Yes!” You screamed as his thrusts became erratic, he fucked you so hard that you didn’t even know how he was going deeper. “K'uk'ulkan!”

Your mouth fell opened, no words or sounds escaping it. A powerful climax almost blinded you, your tows curling, your nails scratching his back. He licked your mouth.

“Mine.” He snarled, changing his angle, going deeper. His hands grasping your ass, forcing you to meet his thrusts. “Tell me you are mine.”

“Yours, yours, K'uk'ulkan, only yours.”

“(Y/N).” He growled, throwing his head back as hot streams of his cum painted your insides with each thrust, emptying his seed completely inside.

Namor fell on top of you, breathing heavily, resting there for a moment before rolling off you, taking you with him and letting you rest on his chest, his cock still inside you, keeping his seed there safely, but still began leaking from your cunt but neither of you care, not wanting to move.

“K'uk'ulkan.” You whispered against his chest, kissing it softely.

He hummed in content, his hands caressing your sweaty back. “Rest, mi amor. This will not be the las of our fucking, you need to rest.”

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writingintheshadowsforever · 1 year

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Imagine being Shuri's older sister and Namor asking you to marry him

Warning: Spoilers for Wakanda Forever

The first time you saw him you swore that you were hallucinating from ocean water poisoning or something. If that was even a thing you had fell asleep on one of the more isolated beaches in Wakanda, after spending the entire day. Learning how to better wield your elemental powers and when night fell. You were way too tired to trek back home plus it was nice to just sit and really enjoy nature. Before you knew it you were gone in deep slumber, but sometime in the middle of the night. The sound of waves crashing up against each other as if the ocean was raging a war against itself woke you. And when your eyes opened to the night sky there was a figure hovering above you masked by the night.

That made you come to your senses pretty quickly, and you sat up rubbing your eyes. But the figure was gone when you checked back to see what or who it was. So you kept the encounter to yourself thinking no one would believe you. Besides your country had more important things to worry about like the increasing attacks on the Wakandan Outreach centers. The last thing your mother needed was to believe her eldest daughter was losing her mind. She would probably think it was your way of trying to deal with T'Challa's death. While you hadn't locked yourself away in your room, or thrown yourself into work. Like your little sister Shuri had spent the past year doing doesn't mean you were faring any better than her. You spent most of your days either on that same beach, or out in the wild connecting with nature.

It wasn't just about learning control over your newfound abilities that didn't surface until. After the Battle of Thanos, but it was also your way of feeling T'Challa's presence. He was the only one who know about your powers, because you didn't know who else to turn to. When a mission with the War-dogs went wrong, and finding yourself cornered without a weapon. Something in you was awakened and next thing you knew the area surrounding you was on fire. You called out to the flames pleading for them to disappear, before the forest was completely burned down. And just like that the fire went away confirming that it was your doing. He promised to keep your secret, and help you train until you were ready to come forward.

The second time you saw him proved your hallucination theory wrong. Because this time you weren't half-asleep when he came nor was you alone. Romanda and Shuri were present as well when he rose from the water. You nearly forgot that your mother and sister had no knowledge of your powers. At the sight of this man with wings on his ankles flying over to where all of you were trying to hold a grieving ceremony for your deceased brother. You placed yourself between him, and your family.

He tilted his head to the side with a teasing smirk on his face. There was a look in his eyes as if he knew exactly who you were and what you could do. You knew right then that night wasn't a hallucination and he was the figure you saw in the sky. Which meant he did know you.

The next day while Queen Romanda met up with the Council to see what plan of action should they take, and Shuri studied the machine to see if it really could detect vibranium. You managed to sneak off back to the beach alone. As if he could sense your presence his head appeared above the water. When you walked over to take a seat in the sand close enough to where the water would kiss your bare feet. Namor needed no invitation to know you wanted to talk to him, and made his way out of the water to join you. His shoulders brushed up against yours as he took a seat beside you. You pulled away shivering at the small amount of contact.

He gave you a devilish grin showing his perfect teeth. "Don't worry mi amour I mean you no harm would you be here if you thought I did?"

"I'm here because I want to put an end to this before it even starts." You told him looking out at the waves.

"And exactly what are trying to prevent?" He asked you.

"A war" You said turning your head to look him in the eyes. You wanted to see them soften and assure he didn't want that. But all you saw was the truth and his conviction.

"As long as your mother upholds her end of the deal and hand over the scientist. Wakanda will be fine but I can't say the same for the rest of the world" Namor said.

"Where does the hate come from?"

"The surface love has never shown any love for me or my people. So why would I have anything else for them except hate?" He shot back.

"The world doesn't even that you and your people exist raging a war is a hell of a way to bring your existence to the light." You arched an eyebrow at him.

"If Wakanda refuses to turn over the scientist like I predict you will. Then it would only be a matter of time before the rest of the world discovers us, and we both know they wouldn't leave us be. I mean look at the way they try to bring Wakanda down for your resources." Namor told you giving a look daring you to challenge him.

As much as you hated to admit it deep down you knew he was right. Your mother nor your sister would turn over a innocent person to Namor to be killed. For simply being too smart and creating the vibranium detector. If anything they would attempt to keep the scientist in Wakanda permanently to prevent them from building another one.

"You know there is another way to get what you want" Namor said bringing you out of train of thought.

You blinked and nearly fell back at the sight of him leaning in so close. You could his breath on your face. "And exactly what do I want?"

"Peace" he answered.

You nodded at him and continued. "How do you propose we get that?

"A formal alliance between Wakanda and Talokan a bond that your country cannot defy."

You had a feeling you knew what kind of bond he was talking about, but you wanted to hear it come from his mouth. "What kind of alliance?"

Namor gave you that grin again sending chills down your spine. "The purest one of them all." He paused to move his lips to your ear "a marriage."

"Who would marry?" your voice quivered a little bit making him chuckle.

"Oh mi amour you know you're the only one in Wakanda worthy of my love. I saw you that night on this very beach commanding the water, and other times before that bending nature to your very will. You would make the perfect wife and queen to Talokan."

You jerked back away from him with a worried and surprised look mixing into one on your face. Namor chuckled again raising a hand to cup your cheek.

"What do you say Princess? Will you be my queen?"

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Chapter 27 Million years

Chapter 27 of Moonlight

A/N- Are they finally gonna get together?

Warning- Swearing, angst, talks of death, fluff!! and SPOILERS for future events of HOTD!!!!

Pairing- Cregan Stark x Velaryon!fem-reader, Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!fem-reader

Episode- After 1x09, events based off of Fire and Blood

(If you want to be tagged let me know)

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*A FEW WEEKS LATER*

“The scouts have not sent any new reports on Alys, but they’ve heard rumors spreading about a babe with scales and a tale being born to a witch.”

You hum in comprehension and look out the balcony to think about what was just said to you.

They probably won’t find her, she’s smart, and she’s lived for a long time for that reason. Is it worth it to keep looking for someone who can see visions? There’s so much on your plate already too; annoying Lords, being Queen, the wedding, the rest of the Martell family, and Dorne’s most respected lords coming for the wedding. And it’s not like you can undo what she did, you should have known better than to trust her. Plus you’re beginning to lack enough anger to try and chase after her around the Riverlands.

She may rot—

Suddenly you lose all train of thought as you catch Cregan down below walking, talking, and smiling with the black-haired beauty that is Lady Alysanne Blackwood. She’s so close to him, basically rubbing arms, she’s batting her eyelashes at him, and he’s flashing his charming rare smiles. He’s—

You had to let him go, it was better to let him go, but you still can’t help but feel…jealous. You feel it deep in your stomach. You feel slight anger growing within you at the sight of the pair, at the thought that they make a good couple. They make a more plausible couple too.

But you still want that to be you at his side, you still want to see him smile and look at you with a soft and loving look, and you want to laugh with him without having to hide. You still want to be at his side, you want to be her…

But you can’t. You can’t be together and you have to accept that—you accept it, besides you’re getting married soon and so far Prince Namor isn’t terrible…

Life was so much easier when you were with Aemond. Your only desire then was to see your mother and brothers again, you didn’t have any significant concerns. It was easy with Aemond and you only realize that now.

“Your Grace?”

“Hm?” You hum and pull your eyes away from Cregan to look at one of your new ladies-in-waiting helping you with the wedding.

“Which design for the wedding dress’s cape do you prefer?” She asks.

You spare one last glance at Cregan and Lady Alyssane, and frown with displeasure before you look at the designs the designer has drawn up. They’re all beautiful, one is red adorned with gold, and the other one is long and shaped like dragon wings. You’ll probably go with the latter.

“Have this one brought,” you point to the dragon wing cape and slowly look out the balcony again and still see Cregan and Alyssane.

It’s like he’s torturing you. You hate it, you hate seeing him with her. But you have to—

“Ser Crane,” you cut off your lady-in-waiting to address the Lord Commander of your Queensguard, a tall muscular man, with a stern face, a shaved head, a dark goatee, and a kind heart. “I request the presence of Lord Stark right away.”

The man bows his head and quickly heads on out, letting you focus back on your lady-in-waiting. “The dragon wing one is fine, have the second dress brought, I really don’t mind, it’s my third wedding I just want to get it over with.”

The lady looks at you a bit puzzled at your lack of excitement, but does as you ask, letting you wait for Cregan in the parlor room.

Considering he wants to stay here until the kingdom is somewhat stable you see a lot of him. A lot. He’s at every council meeting, he’s at every hearing, if you’re out in the city he is too, he’s like your Hand or a Queensguard. Without actually having the titles.

You like that he is but you also don’t like it because he’s a temptation. Plus Prince Namor and him don’t get along so well.

And well, you understand why Cregan wouldn’t like him, but you don’t understand why Prince Namor doesn’t like Cregan, it’s not like you talk to Cregan a lot in public. In private? Yes, he likes to come visit Daenerys, and he can’t exactly spend time with her alone because people would talk, so you’re always there acting like you need his help. But other than that you don’t know why Prince Namor is so hostile—does he see something?

Nevertheless, a knock raps on the door, and when you welcome the visitor you see exactly who you need, Cregan.

“Your Grace,” he greets and bows.

You cross your leg over the other and offer him a faint smile. “Lord Stark,” you greet formally as your Queensguard walks out. “Sorry, my request is so sudden. I hope you weren’t busy.” You offer him a wider smile and watch him come sit down across from you.

“Well,” he says. “Whenever you call, I come. So no, I was not busy.”

The room's doors close and Cregan looks around. “Where’s Daenerys?” He asks.

You grab your goblet of wine and shake your head. “Not here. This is about another matter.” You take a sip and meet his grey eyes as he looks at you with curiosity. “This is actually about the Night's Watch.”

Cregan leans in and props on hand on his leg to probe. “What about it?”

You made a promise, so you will see through to that promise, or at least prepare the next ruler if it doesn’t come true in your lifetime.

“How many people are posted in the Night’s watch, at all castles? Just a rough estimate,” you continue to ask without actually being clear about anything.

Cregan sits back and shrugs. “Not much, perhaps just under one thousand men, or even less…why the sudden interest?” He presses. “Royalty doesn’t really bother to care for the Night’s watch.”

You swallow thickly and avert your gaze.

You know you can trust him, you know that the smart thing would be telling a Stark as well, after all the threat comes from the distant North, they deserve to know. But it’s difficult speaking about something told to you by your mother.

“Do you remember the stories you’d tell me?” You begin slowly. “About what may live beyond the wall?”

Cregan nods. “Yes, just children's stories.”

You exhale deeply and meet his gaze. “What if they aren’t just stories? What if…something like the Long Night happens again?”

Cregan blinks repeatedly in disbelief and his lips twitch to a teasing smile. “It won’t, it can’t be possible. The first member of the Night's watch drove them away. But again, it’s just a story.”

You put the goblet down and lean forward so he can see you’re being serious. “Cregan, listen to me. I'm being serious. And you can’t tell anyone, I wasn’t allowed to tell you, it’s a secret passed from Targaryen ruler to heir, so please guard this secret with your life.”

Said man narrows his eyes and his teasing smile falls. He doesn’t hesitate to assure you, mostly because he thinks you’re somehow joking. “I swear.”

You exhale deeply. “Long ago,” you begin. “My ancestor, King Aegon, had a dream. A prophecy of the end of the world of men that begins with a terrible winter gusting out of the distant North.”

Cregan swallows back nervously and you see his shoulders tense.

“Aegon saw darkness riding on those winds,” you continue. “And whatever hides within will destroy the land of the living. And when this Great Winter comes, all of Westeros must stand against it. And if the world of men is to survive it a Targaryen must be seated on the Iron Throne. Someone strong enough to unite the realm against the cold and the darkness. So that's why I ask, the Night's Watch is our first line of defense, it may not happen in my lifetime, or in any of my children’s lifetimes, but I still made a promise. I can’t fail her, nor can I fail them.”

Cregan drops his head and brushes his fingers through his hair.

“I know,” you add softly. “It’s hard to believe. But you have to believe me. I wouldn’t toy with this.”

Cregan stays quiet for a moment before he snaps his head up and meets your gaze with a narrowed look. “You believe the prophecy?” He asks. “With your heart?”

You don’t hesitate, you nod. “I do.”

Cregan raises his chin and nods. “Then I believe you too.”

You smile and sigh with relief. “Thank you.” You whisper.

“What do you want me to do then?” He asks.

You sigh. “We can’t force people to man the castles, one it might not happen anytime soon, two, people don’t volunteer like before. But I will try from my end to send prisoners to the Night's watch. What I need from you are reports from every exploration the men have. As boring as they may be, I can’t risk missing something.”

Cregan nods in comprehension. “I will do it. But you must visit them too, you know? Just as Queen Alysanne did.”

You grin softly. “I will. I mean I do have a dragon to travel far so I will,” you assure him. “We often tend to forget the Night’s watch. I will try not to.”

“And…” Cregan adds with a growing smile. “You stop by and visit me too. Winterfell will always be your home. It can be.”

“Cregan,” you warn him.

“You’re still not married, why can’t—”

“I just said one reason,” you cut him off. “Besides even if there wasn’t a reason, would you have left your home behind, your land, and people to become King?” You ask seriously.

Cregan’s smile falls and his face grows hard and serious. “No,” he answers bluntly.

You scoff softly and nod slowly. “Exactly. So please just don’t bring it up again. I still want to be your friend.”

Cregan holds your gaze for a moment before he scoffs and looks away and shakes his head. You’re about to question him, but a knock raps on your door so you’re left in tension.

“Come in,” you address the visitor.

The door opens and you look over and see…Rhaena.

The annoyance and tension you just felt falls completely and your eyes fill with happy tears.

You haven’t seen her since the war started. You’ve heard of her from letters or other people’s mouths, but it’s been so long. You thought you would never see her again, you feared something would happen to her even if she was in a safe place.

“Rhaena,” you muse and jump off your seat to run over to her. She matches your pace and meets you halfway with an embrace.

“Y/N,” she whispers.

She’s one of the few family members you have left. One of the two people you grew up with. Your home was when you were with your mother, with your brothers too, so you’ll never feel at home anymore, but with Baela and Rhaena still alive there’s a sense of safety you do feel.

“Why…” you trail off and pull back to face her. “Why wasn’t I told you were here already?” You ask.

Rhaena smiles. “We wanted it to be a surprise. Baela says you’d appreciate it.”

You flash her a grin and nod. “I do—and your hatchling. You have a dragon now!”

Rhaena nods and pulls away to glance back at the crate that’s brought in by a servant. You were so distracted with her that you failed to notice her servants.

“Wait,” you cut her off and glance back at Cregan standing by the table you were just at. “I should introduce you to someone first.” You wave Cregan over, and he quickly makes his way to your side.

“Rhaena this is Cregan Stark,” you introduce him. “An old friend and Lord of Winterfell, of course. Cregan, this is my cousin, Lady Rhaena Targaryen.”

Cregan bows his head out of respect and Rhaena smiles at him.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Lady Rhaena,” he says. “The Queen here would speak fondly of you when she lived in Winterfell.”

You grin wider, and Rhaena looks between Cregan and you before she focuses on Cregan. “It’s nice to meet you too, Lord Stark.”

“I hope to make your acquaintance whilst my stay here,” Cregan adds. “Your sister is quite the spitfire, I’m interested in getting to know you too.”

Rhaena laughs softly. “Likewise.”

Cregan sighs and faces you. “I’ll see you later, My Queen.” He bows and then bows his head at Rhaena before he leaves. Once he’s out the door you follow Rhaena to the table and watch her open the crate to then pull out a small pink and black hatchling.

“Oh gods,” you muse excitedly. “Look at it!”

“Her name is Morning,” she reveals and turns to show her off to you.

You reach over and caress her scaled head and beam at her. “You may be our savior,” you tell the little dragon. “I’m happy for you Rhaena,” you direct at your cousin. “I know how much you’ve dreamed of having one, I’m glad you finally bonded with one. It’s a great pleasure.”

“Thank you. And I’m happy too, I can’t wait to ride her,” she muses.

You hum and step back. “It’s really the best thing in the world. How is she? Does she eat? Sleep well?” You ask since there are so few dragons left now. Greyghost flew away after Ser Jason’s death, and Silverwing and Astraea are the only ones that are left in King’s Landing. Two out of so many that were alive.

“Yes, she’s doing well, she’s healthy,” Rhaena assures you as you walk over to sit on the couch to take advantage of the fact that you’re not being swamped. “Is Astraea doing well?”

You nod. “Very. She’s healed well.”

“And Lord Stark?” She asks and catches you off guard. “First name bases?”

You avert your gaze and shrug. “Yes, we lived together for five years. Of course, we go by each other's first names.”

Rhaena walks over with a smile and her dragon draped on her shoulder. “Hm…okay, your eyes and smiles say otherwise.”

You glare at her. “You’ve been here for just a few minutes what—Baela.”

Rhaena smirks. “You burned half the city this is just some free punishment.” She rebuttals.

You scoff and go serious. “What do you think about that? Baela is upset, she’s calmed down a bit since then, but she’s still upset. What are your thoughts?” You ask on the matter.

Rhaena draws out a deep breath and frowns with sadness. “I think you could’ve done things differently. But I also know that sometimes the most ugly things have to be done. I know…my father would’ve approved.”

You scoff with amusement.

“I know that Rhaenyra could’ve used more fire…perhaps then she would still be alive,” she mumbles with a hint of sadness in her tone. “So I think you did what you had to do. Besides you did it already we can’t take it back, we have to move on. Right?” She asks and meets your gaze.

You hold her gaze for a moment before you nod softly and feel your breath tremble as you breathe out. “About that…I was waiting for you to come…” you trail off and feel your eyes water, your throat begin to burn, and you feel your chest get heavy. “…so we could hold a funeral for my mother. I know you were close to her, so I thought you’d want to be there. Prince Namor said it’d be healthy, so I want to have one.”

A short silence follows before Rhaena interjects quietly. “That would be nice…I would be honored to be there. Thank you for waiting for me.”

You keep your head down to avoid seeing the nightmare flashes and memories that threaten to show. “No problem…it’ll be before the wedding,” you mention shakily.

“Y/N—”

“It’ll be okay,” you cut her off to avoid falling into that hole. “I’m okay.”

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*LATER*

“Your Grace, The Lannisters are approaching and should arrive by nightfall. And the Baratheons will be here this evening.”

You look at Ser Crane through the long mirror and nod in comprehension. “Thank you, Ser, and if I’m not here by the time the Baratheons have my grandfather set up their welcome according to their status.”

The Lord Commander nods and turns stiffly to walk out. And while he was walking out one of your ladies in waiting walks in with a bouquet of Blue Winter Roses.

“My Queen,” she says with excitement in her voice as she approaches you. “These are for you from an old friend they said.”

You turn away from the mirror and take the bouquet from her hands. You read the notecard and even if it doesn't say a name you know it can only be from one person. One person knows that out of every flower in the world, these are your favorite, Cregan. Only he knows that these flowers are a symbol of your love.

So what do the flowers mean this time? He gave you some for your wedding tournament to show his love, to show you aren't forgotten. And this time what else can they be but another symbol?

It’s a symbol of hope now too. They’re a temptation you finally start to give into as your grief is crashing into you a lot stronger than before as you dress in all black to say one last goodbye to the woman you loved. They serve only to bring out this deep desire of wanting him to shield you from that pain, of wanting him to hold you until you feel an ounce of comfort back in your limp heart.

You want to be with him, and these winter roses are like a sign to give in and sacrifice everything just to be in his arms and go back to a place where you had felt happy once before. They’re a declaration of love and an offer.

And you’re in so much agony, you feel it now eating away at you as each second brings you closer to lighting her pyre. You just want some relief…

So you look up from the flowers in your hand and break into a stride to go to him. You feel eager and selfish. Like a fragment of who you used to be could return at the sight of him in this very moment.

However, the door opens for a third time and Prince Namor walks in, so you stop in your tracks and drop your smile.

“Those are beautiful.”

You made her a promise. You remember now at the sight of your betrothed.

“Who are they from?” He asks.

You blink and offer him a faint smile. “An old friend,” you mutter and turn to put the winter roses down on the table.

“Oh, well, they’re beautiful,” he says as he follows you back to the mirror. “Anyway, your cousins are ready. Are you?”

You pick up your mother's valyrian steel necklace from the cushion and sigh deeply as you remember her wearing it.

“Yeah,” you agree softly. “I am ready.”

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*25 YEARS LATER. 156 AC*

What good is peace if all you wear is mourning attire?

“Today with these ashes we spread, may he return to the sand, may he return to the earth…”

Ashes fall from the septon's hands and trinkle onto the sand below. You follow the particles of what had remained of your husband until it mixes with the grains of sand.

“…may he give life to what sprouts so that his legacy lives on forever in the hearts and minds of the four children he leaves behind, Prince Maekor, Princess Valaena, Prince Laenor, and Prince Rhaegar. And so his wife, her grace, Y/N Targaryen carries him on forever in her heart.”

You sigh and keep your eyes on the ashes that mix with the sand below, and then feel a hand carefully wrap around yours. When you glance over you meet the dark eyes of your youngest son with Prince Namor, Rhaegar. The boy named after your mother, you offer him a faint smile and give him a reassuring squeeze.

“May he meet his ancestors and continue to watch over his kin. May Prince Namor of House Martell find peace!” The septon shouts. You look up at him and then hear snickering, so your attention drifts to your right side and you see your second youngest son, Prince Laenor, snickering at his brother since he sees him holding your hand. You think nothing wrong with it though, Namor was their father, he was a good one at that, and Rhaegar is like Lucerys, sensible and more open to showing and receiving affection.

Thus you shoot Laenor a glare and he quickly drops his smirk and goes quiet, and once he does you point to his older sister, Princess Valaena as she stood crying for the father she lost. Laenor understands what you want and even if he sighs he steps forward to wrap his arm around his sister, making her husband Lord Ellis Blackwood pull his arm off her shoulder to hold her hand instead.

You smile at the interaction of your daughter and her husband. They’ve been married for three years now, but seeing how kind and smitten he is with her still surprises you and brings you joy as if it were the first time seeing it. And you know you react like that because of your fear of marrying your children outside of Targaryen, and or Velaryon families. You only accepted this match because Lord Ellis is the eldest son of Bloody Ben, the man-boy you fought alongside at Tumbleton, the man-boy who had retrieved Addam’s body.

Other than that, all your other kid marriages are kept between the Targaryen’s and Velaryon’s, you don’t want to make the same mistake your grandfather Viserys made when he married Alicent.

It’s why your Hand was Baela for a few years until none other than your little brother, Viserys returned a few years back. With a wife, you wouldn't approve of, but she’s gone now and her family was basically his captor when he came back, without her they wouldn’t let him stay. It was smart but regardless, he’s your Hand now. He’s smart, tactical, and kind.

His kids though…more specifically his eldest, is something else, but that’s besides the fact.

What matters now is that you are a widow for a third time. It’s unfortunate that you had to be Aegon's widow, but at least now that title is gone and you’re Namor’s widow now. It’s bad to point out, but this new loss has your mind raveled. Not like when your mother or the rest of your family died, but after you spend 25 years with someone it has to affect you in some way. Especially when you had 4 more children with him.

But it’s those 4 children, plus the other three, that don’t make you fall into that pit you were stuck in before. They keep you upright now, and they’re all the ones that make you feel your heart again. Instead, you are there for them as they grieve their father. You comfort them as best as you can as you get taken back to the Red Keep.

Once you’re inside and attending the banquet in Namor’s name you approach Valaena.

“Forgive me, mother,” she interjects in a shaky voice.

You furrow your eyebrows and cup her cheek to dry away her tears. “Whatever for?” You query.

“Crying, for not being strong, especially in front of everyone,” she reveals, making you scoff softly.

“Oh my sweet girl, it’s okay to cry, he was your father,” you assure her. “You can cry as much as you want to.”

“But you’re strong,” she says and holds your other hand.

You smile and shake your head. “When I lost my own father I was inconsolable, I wanted to jump off the ship that was taking me to Winterfell to see your grandfather's resting place. I was anything but strong. So it’s okay.”

Valaena lets out a shaky sigh and offers you a soft smile.

“Now,” you add and slide your hands down to grab her hands. “How are my grandchildren?” You ask and look at her swollen belly. “Five more months to go.”

Valaena grins. “They’re great, moving, and with strong heartbeats. The both of them.”

“Great, I’m glad.”

“Prince Aerion of House Velaryon! Lord of Driftmark and Lord of the Tides!” The guard announces.

You and your daughter share a short glance before you turn and watch your only son with Aemond and the proof of your love comes waltzing in late.

Your guests greet him as they make a path towards you and your family, and he redirects that greeting with a formal smile. But when his blue eyes land on you and the rest of his siblings his grin widens, and one person quickly pushes himself out of his seat and runs around the table to greet him.

“Aerion!” Your eldest son with Namor, Maekor, shouts excitedly.

Said man chuckles and changes his pace to a jog as Maekor runs down the steps and runs to his brother. When they meet halfway, Maekor jumps on his brother, and Aerion doesn’t hesitate to squeeze him back.

“Maekor! Brother!” Aerion greets and lets his brother go.

Ever since your first child with Namor was born you made it your job that they got along, that they all got along and didn’t treat each other like Aemond and Aegon treated your mother. Your kids fought, of course they did, but they never hated themselves like your mother and her siblings.

“Aerion!” Laenor shouts and runs over followed by Rhaegar, while Valaena and Daenerys stay with you to wait for Aerion to finish greeting his brothers

“He’s late,” Daenerys mutters. “And where’s Daenys?”

“Probably getting here even more late,” Valaena counters.

You hum in agreement and watch as the three boys huddle around their older brother

“Which reminds me,” Valaena interjects. “The Stark’s didn’t come.”

You glance at your daughter at the mention of that infamous name and then look down to think about Cregan.

It’s been so long since you’ve seen him, ten years perhaps? Maybe even more? You really wanted to see him, he’s a widow too, longer than you have been.

“Mother!”

You snap your eyes up and see Aerion approaching with his arms open, but you place a hand on your hip and shoot him a pointed look.

“You’re late,” you point out as he wraps his arm around you. “Three days late.”

Aerion presses kisses on the side of your head to try and make you forget, and it works because you hug him back and when you pull away you grab his jaw. “I missed you,” you tell him, making him grin. “Where’s Daenys?”

Aerion sighs and pulls away, his smile falls and he looks at his sisters. “Well,” he adds. “Uh, Daenys stayed in Driftmark because she gave birth.”

You gasp and grab his arm. “Birth? It’s a month too soon,” you stammer out.

“Is she okay?” Daenerys asks right away.

Aerion nods. “Yes, she’s just recovering. She’s okay. Both her and our son.”

You sigh with relief but you still pinch him. “Why didn’t you say anything? You should’ve sent a Raven.”

Valaena steps forward to smack his arm. “Why didn’t you start off by saying she’s okay? Jerk.”

Aerion chuckles. “Well, it wouldn't have mattered, you all still would’ve worried. Anyway, she’ll come in a week or two. I came early to be with you,” he directs at his sister's, mainly at Valaena. “I don’t remember my father, but I do know longing. And it does get better, Valaena.”

Valaena offers him a gentle smile and they hug before he hugs Daenerys. She’s actually about to say something, but then Aerion gently pushes her away as he spots Ser Crane.

“Old man,” he greets. “You get older every time I see you.”

Ser Crane huffs. “Yet it’s possible I might outlive you, my Prince.”

Aerion grins and pats his shoulder when he sees him and then moves past him when he spots Valaena’s husband.

“Ellis!” He shouts before he runs over to embrace him and pats his back.

“Aerion, buddy, we've been waiting for you!”

You watch your other sons huddle around the pair and turn to walk to Lord Cane.

“He says Daenys gave birth,” you mention and watch your nieces approach their respected partner. “That’s why he’s late.”

“The boat has been here since this morning,” he rats Aerion out without hesitation. “He was probably sleeping or joined in some tournament.”

You scoff. “I don’t know where he gets these tendencies from, his father was never like this.”

“His uncle was—”

“I’ll burn you,” you cut him off before he could say Aegon’s name, making him chuckle.

“I’ll talk to him,” Lord Crane assures you and passes you your goblet of wine.

You shake your head. “Don’t waste your breath, he’s almost 30, he won’t learn anymore. He’s got a thick head.”

Lord Crane chuckles.

You smile and take a drink of your wine before you change the subject. “I’m going to make rounds.” You turn, and he mirrors your actions to follow you to the first Lord and Lady you see, but then the guard at the entrance interrupts you.

“Lord Cregan of House Stark, Lord of the Winterfell, and Warden of the North.”

You gasp softly and snap your eyes to the door, catching him, Cregan, your old friend, and love your life, walking down the steps with his men and a young lady you assume is one of his daughters Lord Alyssane gave him during their marriage.

Everyone watches the mighty Lord with his fur cloak over his broad shoulders and body that's grown more toned over the years. But through the sea of people, he finds you.

Cregan’s grey eyes find you as he makes his way to you first. And when he reaches you, your heart skips a beat as if it were the first time you’ve seen him. He proceeds to bow and the young lady beside him does too.

“My Queen,” he greets.

You hand the goblet of wine back to your Lord Commander and when Cregan straightens out, you offer him a kind smile. “Lord Stark,” you greet sweetly.

“My condolences on the loss of your husband,” he says first. “I knew the prince consort briefly, but all I heard were great things.”

You sigh. “Thank you, Lord Stark. I’m glad we could see you. Even if it is at the banquet,” you say bluntly.

Cregan’s serious expression breaks as he smiles. “Yes well, there was a storm that damaged our ship, and when we changed to a carriage our carriage broke a wheel. It’s been quite a hectic ride.”

You blink and look at him with worry. “Oh! Is everyone fine?” You ask and step forward.

Cregan nods. “Yes, yes, we’re all fine. Thank the gods.”

You hum and glance at the lady with dark brown hair. Cregan follows your line of gaze and grabs her arm. “This is my youngest daughter Mariah Stark.”

The girl curtsy and when she stands up you offer her a sweet smile. “Ah, you have your father's grey eyes. Very beautiful.”

“Thank you, your Grace,” she mumbles.

You nod and meet Cregan’s gaze again. “It’s nice to see you, old friend. It’s been…years.”

Cregan nods and his eyes soften, catching those around you off guard that this cold and serious man was looking so gentle. “Ten,” he clarifies. “Ten years. But I’m here now and I hope we get to reacquaint ourselves during my stay.”

You grin and nod eagerly. “Yes, that would be great. Now,” you trail off and grin wider. “Meet my children!” You walk over to the group of kids watching from a distance. “I’ll start with who I see first, there’s a lot.” You laugh.

And of course, Laenor pushes himself to the front, so you start with him. “Cregan, this is Laenor,”

Said man feigns a cough so you correct yourself. “Sorry, Ser Laenor. He’s a knight.”

Laenor flashes Cregan a grin and then glances at his daughter to offer her a flirty smile. And right away you notice that the girl blushes at the charming tactics of your son. But she’s not the only one, since he’s the only prince who’s a bachelor, many young ladies have been swooning over him and giving him their sympathies in hope he’d return their affections. But they’ll find that their brothers or their household guards will gain his affection a lot quicker than them. He just likes to tease women.

“…and this,” you move on to point to the man next to Laenor. “This is Rhaegar, my youngest.” You grab his shoulder and give it a tight squeeze.

Rhaegar glances at you and then offers Cregan a more nervous smile, letting you move on to the next person and feeling him feel grateful for it with the way his shoulders untense.

“Next to him is my niece and his betrothed, Lady Valeria Hightower, daughter of my cousin, the Lady Rhaena.”

Cregan bows his head and then glances back at one of his men. When they approach you see him holding a bouquet of blue winter roses.

“Thank the gods these survived our trip,” he says and plucks one from the bouquet to hand it to Valeria.

“Oh! This is beautiful,” Valeria gushes. “Thank you, my Lord.” She curtsies and then turns to Rhaegar to show him the pretty rose.

“This is Lady Laena Velaryon, daughter of my cousin Lady Baela, wife of my Maekor, and future Queen.” You grin.

Cregan bows his head and once again he plucks a rose from the bouquet. She’s more timid than Valeria though, so her response is softer. “Thank you, Lord Stark.”

“It's an honor to make your acquaintance, my Lady,” he interjects. “And future Queen.”

Laena smiles and gently bows her head. “It’s an honor to meet you, the Queen speaks fondly of you.” She reveals.

Oh.

Cregan smirks. “Does she now? I should hope so.”

You avert your gaze and move on to the next person so he won't get any more smug. “And you know my Maekor, my heir.”

Cregan once again bows. “My Prince.” Cregan greets.

Maekor offers him a small bow and a gentle smile. “Lord Stark. It’s a pleasure seeing you again, the last time I saw you—”

“You were a little lad,” Cregan cuts him off. “With your front teeth missing.” He chuckles. “You’ve grown, my Prince. And I hear you have sons of your own too.”

You beam proudly, and Maekor nods.

“Yes, I do, Jacaerys and Jaehaerys,” your son reveals.

“It’s quite a change,” Cregan says. “You make me feel old.”

“That’s because you are,” you quip

“Likewise.” He counters, making you feign a laugh before you move and point to the tall skinny man next to Maekor. “You probably know him. Lord Ellis Blackwood, son of Lord Benjicot Blackwood.”

Cregan nods. “Yes, we’ve met. I hear a congratulations are in order, my lord, I hear you're expecting your first child.”

Ellis grins brightly and nods before glancing at Valaena. “Yes, twins the maester says.”

Cregan glances at your daughter and offers her a smile. “Congratulations Princess, I’m sure the gods will grant you healthy babes.” He then turns and plucks three roses from the bouquet. “For you and your children.”

Valaena gently takes the roses and brings them up to her nose to smell them, causing a sweet smile to grow on her lips. “Thank you, my Lord, you are very kind.”

Cregan bows his head and now you move on to your last two. “Now, you know…” you trail off as Aerion is gone from the line. “Oh, well here’s Daenerys.”

Cregan stops in front of Daenerys and his smile softens. “Princess,” he greets softly and studies her face.

Daenerys doesn’t know the man before her is her actual father, you couldn’t risk it, so it will always be a secret between Cregan and you.

“Lord Stark,” she greets without as much emotion.

Cregan lingers there before he grabs one winter rose and hands it to her. “It goes with your hair well,” he says, making her giggle.

“It does, thank you.” She then looks at you and smiles.

“Father,” Cregan’s daughter cuts in. “Look they have my favorite, come with me.”

Cregan blinks and then glances at you. “And the rest are for you,” he says and grabs the rest of the winter roses to give you the bouquet. “I’m sorry for your loss, again. We’ll talk later. Yes?”

You smile softly and nod. “Yes. And Lord Stark.” You proceed to approach him and talk quieter. “Join us tomorrow for breakfast. The whole of my family will be there, and I want you to be there as well.”

Cregan holds your gaze with a smile and doesn’t hesitate to answer. “I’ll be there.”

You grin wider and nod in comprehension. “Good,” you whisper and feel your heart skip a beat once again.

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beauspot · 1 year

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ok i’ve had time to sit with this viewing of wakanda forever and im only going to try to add things i haven’t spoken about before UNLESS my opinion on something has changed. i do have namuri and okoyuma brainrot so excuse any shipper nonsense you don’t care about 🥴

L O N G P O S T 👇🏾

Small Details I Noticed:

as t’challa was being carried to the city of the dead after the funeral two wakandan ships cross in the sky like they’re doing the wakandan salute

when ramonda meets with the united nations she wears purple and gold symbolizing how she’s “taking care of business” like killmonger

the color red is associated with tradition in wakanda and everything new is associated with the color the blue and blue typically is associated with what element? water

aneka and ayo are so cute 😙

the shift from background music to it being diegetic sirens was masterful

i couldn’t figure out why namor said shuri was the first surface dweller in talokan but he had a suit. then i realized duh it was from the start of the movie 🥴

Why does no one go for the Talokanil masks

t’challa falls in love with a river tribe girl, ramonda finds comfort by sources of water I don’t find it coincidental at ALL her whole family has ties to water.

every time he issues a threat Namor is looking at Ramonda but when he sets the shell down to ask them to call? he looks at shuri.

shuri wears white while she’s working in her lab because she’s still in a mourning period.

shuri’s tribe wears red namor is represented(partially) by blue and what color does shuri wear when she’s taken to his domain? purple.

I JUST REALIZED T’CHALLA JR IS THE KID THAT WALKED UP TO RAMONDA

NAMOR IS NOT THE VILLAIN. IMMEDIATELY AFTER HE TOLD SHURI THE SURFACE WOULD ATTACK THEY CUT TO A SCENE OF THEM PLANNING TO ATTACK WAKANDA

attuma is down horrendous he ain’t even join the fight in wakanda he just went looking for okoye. STAND UP.

namor and shuri pausing to stare at each other before she shoots cause they really don’t want to fight 😐

people keep saying ross’ scenes weren’t necessary and yet fully missed that namor was proved right by his scenes

N’Jadaka TOLD YALL ramonda gave her life to save riri. (doesn’t justify namor’s actions but don’t take away her agency)

shuri’s panther ears on her helmet point down like she’s ready to pounce whereas t’challa’s pointed up showing he was docile

shuri’s actions fully show us namor’s origin and how he ends up as adamant and stubborn as he is. their hatred turned them into warmongers shuri is just able to stop herself before she does something truly irreversible.

namor is such a loser he really thought shuri was finna call him on his shellphone.

in the midst of everything she remembers holding hands with namor as they watched the sunrise…hm.

Random Thoughts I Had During the Movie:

That chairman who introduced Ramonda was fine as hell

That french lady shook her head like her men ain’t break into that lab that’s wild.

Attuma’s first entrance (on the ship) had me grinning from ear to ear like “HEY BIG DADDY!”

Namor can really be brutal as fuck. The way those agents were screaming as their helicopter was spun into the ocean was scary as hell! (i’m still on his side tho ✋🏾🫱🏾liik’ik talokan)

hi anderson cooper!

i wonder why ramonda cut her hair

when shuri told her mother K’uk’ulkan was covered in vibranium he looked at her like “oh so you looked me over?” 😁

the jibari are hilarious

mbakus very silly but he has a big heart and is clearly very wise

nah okoye is right the midnight angel suit is u g l y

i cannot fully express how annoying i find de fontaine

riri my darling baby girl i love you

okoye don’t look ashy and i’m tired of them coming at my good sis

okoye is so funny 😭

the car chase scenes are always the best in these movies

i need the wakanda forever script

attuma GROWLED at okoye just kiss already

i like that attuma got his own whale and everybody else gotta share

ross is such a smol little guy who’s scared of him 🥴

angela was acting her ass off we know this but you know who else? danai. yup. i should watch the walking dead

everybody in this movie fine as hell

nakia should be in more avengers movies

nakia grew them dreads fast

their shaman was fine too everybody is HOT

why is de fontaines hair purple she looks twelve

if namor got in my face like that i’d kiss him idk

shuri fully forgot she was wearing that man’s bracelet until it was pointed out to her

mbaku’s face when he saw that whale underwater took me out.

see namor dodging shuri’s fire makes no sense he literally stands still when he’s being fired at initially and then hits the ship fire out of the air with his spear.

riri don’t listen cause ramonda definitely told her ass to run

i just-don’t get namor sometimes because he fully could have killed the scientist and shuri and he clearly doesn’t care about eternal war he just DOESN’T DO IT.

Nakia’s funeral outfit is beautiful

i will fully admit that the beauty of tenoch blinded me to namor’s brutality. that man is vicious.

aneka is so funny

iron heart has such a cute anime suit i kinda love it and hate it

we’ll probably see a different one since she can’t take it home though.

there’s something so silly about the way shuri and mbaku start to arm wrestle

the way he said “princess” and stared at her on the ship…he wanted to fuck so bad omg.

the lighting when shuri gets stabbed is insane, it becomes less saturated and green and i really like it 😗

namor’s little butt jiggle as he fell?? lol

the dissenting wakandans and talokanil are going to be a problem moving forward. they’ve each lost people and they’re not gonna let that slide.

WHY SOMEBODY BOO WHEN ANEKA KISSED AYOS HEAD. FUCK OFF HOMOPHOBE

Final Thoughts:

I really love this movie obviously but i think Tenoch being hot kinda blinded me to how cruel Namor can really be. Cause the whole time i’m thinking, he’s hot and he’s right i’m on his side. In general he doesn’t use excessive force and he gives people ample opportunities to stop fucking with him before he really goes off tho.

I still stick with my assessment that Namor isn’t a villain and you’ve missed the point if you think he is, that his actions weren’t justified but i understand he needs to protect his people so it’s not without reason.

I don’t understand why people think shuri shouldn’t have been the black panther okoye is in the dora, nakia is a spy who else was gonna be the panther?

i don’t know exactly why but this movie excites me and i am growing to love it more than any other marvel movie. this is most likely the last time ill see it in theatres since i don’t want to make myself bored with it but i’m really thankful to ryan and co for putting this out they did chad justice

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A Betting Woman

AN: Hey y’all! So I’m trynna do some palate cleansers while I work on BTB3 cause lord is that one just emotionally taxing to create lol. 80% of this fic is just Riri and Shuri talking about you and how they view you so there's that. This was heavily inspired by the wonderful work of @generallysapphic who is thee supreme when it comes to Shuriri postings. There's someone else who wrote a Shuriri fic but I can’t find them anymore. Just some cute shit to post fr. Set on a timeline where you went with Shuri to defeat Namor but Riri is a super genius.

Summary: Normally these types of moral dilemmas don’t bother Riri but after meeting your girlfriend, the queen of Wakanda. Riri decides to pay you a visit to end things.

Pairing: Shuri x Fem!Reader, Riri x Fem!Reader and the beginnings of Shuri x Riri.

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of D/S dynamic, kissing, i think thats it.

Translation: Sthandwa - my love , Entle - Beautiful & Usana - baby.

Word count: 2,864

Suggested listening: WILSHIRE - Tyler, The Creator.

“It's morals I really have, it's lines I could never cross But you got somethin' that make All them good intentions get lost I try to keep it together, never felt this way”

Riri knocked quickly on the door three times, rocking on her heels as she did it.

“Busy right now!” Someone called from the other side of the door. The genius didn’t know if the voice was yours or not but she didn’t care.

‘Oh no, that bitch did not.’ Riri thought to herself. She brought her fist to the door and knocked harder this time. Everything was always on your schedule and Riri was going to be damned if her ending this fling was on your time too. She heard some rustling around and the bed creek before the door opened up enough to reveal a person on the other side.

The person Riri was expecting to see behind your dorm door was you, it was your room after all. Instead, she was met by the exact person she was here to talk to you about, Shuri. The taller woman stood in your doorway leaning up against the post. She was wearing a black sports bra and a matching pair of black sweats with golden embroidery on the side. The sweatpants hung low on her waist and Riri could make out the band of Shuri’s boxers. ‘She’s a Calvin Klein girl huh,’ The thought came to the mechanic quicker than she could stop it and she mentally cursed herself for getting so off track.

“Riri Williams, right?” Shuri tilted her head to the side, allowing the name to roll off her tongue.

Riri’s eyes flashed over Shuri’s figure one more time before she finally pulled herself together. “Yeah that’s me,” She cleared her throat. “Is uh Y/N here?” Riri tried to look further into the room but Shuri blocked her movements with her body.

This unintentionally gave the younger girl an opportunity to ogle at the Queen’s perfectly sculpted abs and steal a glance at her waistline again, so she wasn’t complaining.

“No Y/N is busy right now, can it wait?”

Snapping back into the conversation Riri finally got back to her original plan. “No it really can’t wait, I’ve been needed to talk to her about this.”

Shuri pondered over Riri’s words for a few moments looking her up and down as she did. Riri wondered if she might melt under Shuri’s gaze. Something about the monarch was slowly starting to make her weak in the knees. She averted her eyes back down to the floor, once again sneaking glances at Shuri’s body as she did.

“Well I’m sure whatever you wanted to tell her, you can tell me and I’ll relay the message,” Shuri suggested. She had noticed the way Riri was staring at her and decided to play into it. “Is it normal for American girls to make it this obvious when they’re checking someone out, or is it just you?”

Riri snapped her head back up to meet Shuri’s eyes, “What!? I wasn’t- Why would you say that? No, I wasn’t! '' Riri slowly started panicking.

Had she really been that blatant in her staring that the queen would notice? And this was totally not what she came here for or what she had rehearsed saying.

Shuri relished seeing Riri’s cheeks flush with a dark red blush as she tried to regain herself. “Ah. No matter.” Shuri said with a smile. “What is it that you wanted to tell Y/N?”

‘No fucking way.’ Riri thought to herself. ‘No fucking way did I just get bested at my own game! Bitch had me stuttering over MY words when I came here to end shit with HER girlfriend. I can’t go out like that.’

Riri opened her mouth to speak, after brainstorming something logical like ‘No I need to talk to her in person.’ or ‘I literally have her location and know she’s here right now. I need to speak with her.’ All of those would have been rational things to say but instead what came out of Riri’s mouth was fueled by nothing but good old-fashioned Chicago pride.

“I’m fucking your girlfriend.” She blurted out.

Shuri tilted her head to the side and chuckled lightly before turning around and closing the door behind her. Riri was left standing in the dormitory hallway staring at the now-closed door. What the fuck was she thinking?? Telling the Queen of arguably the most powerful nation in the world that you were not just seeing her girlfriend, but FUCKING her? Surely that was enough to get her killed and probably in a way no one would know. She would just slowly fade out of the popular consciousness until no one remembered her name; all over some pussy. Great pussy at that, but still. She was roused from her thoughts by the door opening and Shuri standing on the other side once again.

“I know you’re ‘fucking my girlfriend.’” She said the last part in air quotations with a chuckle. “Are you going to come in so we can finally discuss this or just stand outside confused?”

The question caught Riri off guard and she stood there staring at Shuri, unsure of what her next move should be. She hadn’t planned for this at all. She had expected to come to your dorm room today and completely end things with you. Normally she didn’t have an issue with sleeping with people who were cheating on their partners. That was someone else’s moral dilemma not hers. But after interacting with Shuri today while she was a guest speaker at a lab on campus, the guilt started eating her alive.

Eventually, Shuri got bored of waiting and grabbed Riri’s shoulder pulling the small girl into the dorm room and shutting the door behind her.

“Come in and sit down.” Shuri walked back over to the bed and hopped onto it. When Riri didn’t move it prompted Shuri to speak again. “Do not act like you do not know her room entle, make yourself at home.”

Riri wanted to ask what entle meant but decided that was the least of her problems right now. She made her way over to the bean bag in the opposite corner of the room and sunk down into it. She could hear the sound of the shower running in the bathroom connected to your dorm and assumed that's where you were since your location had pinged as here, yet you weren't in the room currently.

“She shouldn’t take too long,” Shuri said noticing where Riri’s line of sight was going. “We can wait till she gets here or you can ask whatever you’d like to ask now.”

The younger girl shifted in her seat and contemplated what Shuri had proposed. “I’ll wait for Y/N to get out of the shower.”

Shuri nodded and picked back up the book that was lying on the bed. Riri watched Shuri intently as she read. How was she being so cool right now? Sitting in the same room as your girlfriend's lover would typically draw a stronger reaction out of the average person but the royal seemed to be in a very relaxed state.

‘Duh’ Riri thought to herself, it’s because Shuri already knew. She had told Riri already so her presence couldn't have been that much of a surprise to her. This thought in turn only raised more questions for Riri.

‘How long had she known?’

‘Was she upset with Y/N?’

And most importantly,

‘How much did she really know?’

Shuri looked up from her book and caught Riri staring at her once again, which must be a theme for the night. Riri cleared her throat and spoke. “I change my mind, I’d like to ask my questions and you answer them.” She paused, “Right now.”

Shuri chuckled at the girl's forwardness. “Y/N did say you didn’t have much patience, I see she wasn’t lying about that… Among other things,”

Riri swore when Shuri said it she caught Shuri looking her up and down. Shuri didn’t even give her enough time to react before continuing. “But go ahead, I’ll do my best to answer them.”

“How long have you known about us?”

“Since the beginning,” Shuri replied simply.

“And you’re not mad?” Riri questioned, sitting up in the bean bag chair.

“Why would I be?” Shuri questioned back with a genuine look of confusion on her face.

Shuri’s look of confusion was replicated on Riri after hearing her answer and seeing the woman's face. “Uhh, because while you’re in Wakanda saving the world and shit, I’m here with two fingers buried deep in your girl!”

“Just two? Normally she likes three but whatever works for you guys really.” Shuri’s sarcasm left Riri’s mouth agape and which only fueled Shuri’s laughter. Once she had pulled herself together Shuri apologized and said she would actually answer Riri’s question, earning a huff of agitation from her.

“You already answered your question in your question, entle.” Once again Shuri spoke coolly and used that entle word that Riri couldn’t understand.

“What the hell does that even mean!” Riri sucked her teeth as she spoke. “No more weird shit, no more nicknames in other languages, just explain this shit to me 'cause it’s not making any sense.”

Shuri nodded, understanding that Riri did deserve the full story. She wanted to wait for you to come out of the shower but the combination of not knowing exactly how much longer you were going to take and her sensing Riri’s agitation; she was compelled to speak.

“What I mean by that is you gave yourself the answer already. Y/N is here for school for most of the year and I’m kept busy looking after Wakanda. My love has needs that unfortunately due to the distance most of the time I cannot fill. She’s permitted to fulfill these needs in any way she chooses, as am I.”

Riri looked dumbfounded once again as she digested Shuri’s words. “So you’ve known this whole time?”

“Mhm.”

“About everything?”

“Pretty much yeah.” Shuri tapped her fingers on her stomach where they lay interlaced.

“Even the sex?” Riri probed. There was no way Shuri was just so chill about this.

Shuri was humored, sensing that Riri was hoping to incite an angry response. “Yes, even the sex. Of which I only heard good things about so I must give you credit Ms.Williams, you kept my girl satisfied.”

The blush returned to Riri’s face and she felt her lips creep into a smile upon hearing Shuri’s praise. Her cocky side came out and she decided to get smart. “You weren't worried I was gonna take her from you?”

“Oh, not for one second. Y/N’s collared, she’s not going anywhere anytime soon.” Shuri replied confidently. Seeing Riri’s confusion she moved her hand down to the necklace resting on her chest; holding it up before letting it fall back down. “Never noticed her necklace? I know she doesn't take it off.”

Riri’s mind flashed images of you and to Shuri’s credit in all of the scenes, a golden necklace with a small claw was hanging from your neck. Even in the ones where Riri’s head was buried between your thighs and your head was thrown back as you cam-

‘Focus Riri!’ She thought to herself.

“So she’s your submissive?” Riri clarified.

“Wow, you are pretty smart. Maybe you do live up to that genius title after all.” Shuri quipped with a smirk. “But yes, Bast has gifted me with an amazing girlfriend and sub.”

Riri desperately wanted to make a smart remark back at the royal but she stifled it in favor of getting more information about your dynamic Shuri. What she had learned thus far intrigued and turned her on. “And she listens to you, a hundred percent of the time?”

“A hundred and fifty percent of the time.” Shuri corrected her. “Does she not do the same for you?”

“Hell fuckin no she does not!” Riri exclaimed. “There is not a bone in that girl's body that knows how to listen, everything with her is a fight.”

“My Y/N? Never. She knows better than to even make me repeat myself.” Shuri was baffled at what Riri had said but also intrigued at the idea of seeing a more bratty side of you.

“I don’t believe it, she’s not physically capable of listening.” Riri tapped the side of her head to mimic how hard-headed you acted with her.

The sound of the shower turning off, signifying your arrival soon gave Shuri an idea. “Do you want me to show you just how well she listens?”

A smirk slipped onto Riri’s face as she picked up on Shuri’s idea. “Yeah I do, show me how well your girl listens.”

Shuri let out a puff of air along with her laugh and nodded. You stepped out of the bathroom looking down at something on your towel.

Let the show begin.

Your bathroom door was on the wall that ran parallel to where your bed was, so when you looked up you were first met with Shuri. “Whew! I needed that baby, I don’t think I was conscious for the first ten minutes of that shower.” You beamed as you made your way over to the bed, still unaware of Riri’s presence in the room.

“Of course sthandwa. And more to come tonight, you know that. We wouldn’t want to be rude to our guests before that though. Why don’t you go say hello to our friend.” Shuri nodded past you and to the corner.

You spun around confused at what “friend” Shuri was referring to and immediately alarm bells began ringing in your head. There sat Riri, looking calm as ever manspreading on your bean bag chair.

“What’s up ma.” She said with a smirk.

“Oh fuck no.” You murmured under your breath. Never in your life did you expect to mix your worlds like this. Sure both women had known about the other but never in a million years had you imagined them to be in the same room together. You instantly started moving towards the bathroom door, hoping to lock yourself in and formulate a plan without being under either woman's gaze.

Of course, Shuri calling out a strong “Stop.” ended all hopes of that as a means of escape. “Go give Riri a kiss, I’ve taught you better manners than that.”

You looked back at your girlfriend as if she had lost her mind. Yes, you had told her every detail about your relationship with Riri and described the sex in explicit detail. But to kiss her in front of Shuri? Something about that felt so wrong it was right.

“You know I won’t repeat myself without punishment, usana. Go.” Shuri gestured over to Riri who was taking the whole scene in. She watched as you shifted your weight between your feet, debating if you would listen to Shuri. If Riri was a betting woman, she would have bet her entire life savings at that moment that you wouldn’t listen.

Good thing Riri didn’t like to bet.

You walked over to Riri and gave her a small smile, slightly embarrassed knowing that Riri just watched you fold to Shuri. “Hi.”

“So you do know how to listen the first time?” Riri concluded, the smirk still on her face.

“Only when the right person asks me.” You maintained, crossing your arms across your chest to keep the towel from falling. Shuri heard your response and let out a light laugh and a “Be nice my love.”

“You heard what your girlfriend said though ma, gimme me a kiss.” Riri sat up in the beanbag chair awaiting you to make the move.

You looked back at Shuri one more time, kissing other girls had never been an issue for you before but for some reason doing it in front of her felt different. Secretly it turned you on to know that your girlfriend not only ordered but encouraged you to kiss Riri.

Fuck it.

You bent down and Riri pulled your face to hers so that your lips met. As soon as they touched Riri hungrily devoured them savoring the taste of you. By now you knew her style and you opened your mouth slightly so her tongue could come in and meet yours. Shuri watched from the bed as you two made out, turned on by the hunger you both displayed. She could tell the two of you were getting into it, Riri especially as she brought her other hand up to cup your cheek.

Deciding this was the perfect opportunity to prove her point Shuri ordered. “Step back Y/N.”

Once again if Riri could bet she would have bet her life on the fact that you wouldn’t pull away. You loved kissing and she could tell that you were especially enjoying this little makeout session by the way your chest was heaving up and down.

And once again it was a good thing Riri didn’t bet often.

You unlatched your lips from Riri’s and stood back up, taking a few steps back in the process. Riri’s eyes flashed between yours and Shuri’s unable to believe what had just happened.

“Told you she could listen.”

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my-corneroftheworld · 1 year

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Child without love

Summary: Namor finds a marine biologist with the powers to control water and deep knowledge of the sea and is intrigued.

Word count: 1,5k

Tags: Smut!!! (no minors allowed), "water-bender" reader x Namor after the events from Wakanda forever, possessive Namor, mutant reader, asphyxiation, war, violence, harsh language, the usage of y/n, Overstimulation, Edging, I dunno if it needs a dub-con tag but imma just leave it here just in case (consent is key guys), unprotected sex (wrap it before you plow it guys), afab reader

Ps. I hope you're thirsty cuz we got some spicy scenes coming up. Also, keep in mind this is my first smut ever so it won't be perfect. If you don't wanna read it you can skip it and read the next chapter with no issue. As usual, I accept any constructive criticisms in the comments and I hope you enjoy it. Thank you as usual for all the support.

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Chapter 4

It’s been weeks since our last encounter. After concluding our agreement I started training with Namora and sometimes even with Attuma. I always found it easier to knock him off his feet compared to her. She was fast and agile and so was he but the size difference made him the easier target. My skills developed far more quickly than ever before with the intense training. Though I'd hate to admit it to Namora, constantly getting beat down by her must have forced my power to align with my intentions. She was a great but strict teacher and I would be lying if I said I wasn't intimidated by her. Izel was present during most of my training hours, translating orders and feedback. Zyanya however usually left when it started, I don’t blame her, it was long hours and since her bump started showing, I have accepted that I might not see her after a few weeks. She has spoken to me and Izel about baby names but is still unsure what to choose. I’ve grown fond of her and Izel, I would even go as far as considering them as friends though I don't if they think the same of me.

The air was cold against my skin whiles I walked through the cave's interior. Occasionally I would stumble upon a guard and they would give me a knowing nod. This became a routine whenever I was plagued by thoughts and as a result, couldn't sleep. Everything came at night or at least I thought of it as night. Time seems to move differently here. Without clocks or the sun, I can never be sure how many days it's been. I miss the sun, the moon, the sand but I am glad I have the sea. I miss my friends and I miss Adeoye's concerned face. He would flip if he saw where I was and what I was doing. I wonder if they're looking for me or maybe they don't know that I'm missing. I hope that when the time comes I can save them.

After walking aimlessly for a while I found myself near his cabin. This wasn't my intention but I did want to see him. I wanted to ask about that night but I don't think it would be wise. What would I say? Why did you try to kiss me? Why did you stop? Even if we had kissed, what would that make me the woman who got kidnapped by a perceived god, trained to be his weapon and his side piece? It would be ridiculous to think he was interested in anything else but my power.

For all, I know this could be a manipulative tactic to keep me in line. A tactic that I am far too willing to fall for. I moved closer to the small abode; stopping at the entrance. I hesitated for a moment. I reached out and knocked on the wood near the curtain. There was no response. Nervously I gave a little "Hello?". Still no answer. I peeked past the curtain and found the cabin to be empty. I slowly walked in. Where is he? Maybe he only comes here from time to time. I guess this cabin is a bit too cozy for the ruler of Talokan. I looked over his desk and saw brown stacks of paper with some kind of writing on them. I really need to learn Yucatec Mayan. I'm sure Izel would tutor if I asked. I strolled around the room until I saw the bed and instinctively decided to sit on it. It felt so illegal, so wrong but I miss him. I just sat there looking at the room until I heard voices outside the cabin, out of panic I decided to hide underneath the bed. Not long after I saw two pairs of feet and realized it was Namora talking to him. From what I could make out from the tone of their voices they were discussing something important. Honestly, I couldn't care less because if any of them find me here I will never be able to live it down this is beyond embarrassing not to mention I'm trespassing. When Namora left the room, Ku'kulkan decided to sit by the table. I heard him sigh and then say:

"You can come out now"

A part of me didn't want to, I'd rather bury myself under this bed than face him like this but I knew that he would drag me out if I didn't, so I did. When I got up I was greeted by the man I was so desperate to see, sitting widespread with a cheeky smile on his face. He was making fun of me.

"I must admit I was surprised to find you here. I thought that a woman of science would be smarter than to enter a home uninvited."

"I didn't mean to. I just..." I stopped myself before I could admit it. My heartbeat quickened. This was a bad idea. He stood up from his chair and walked up to me. "You just what?" He looked at me with want for what, I did not know. I could feel his breath on my skin and smelled the dried saltwater on his. "I just...wanted to..." He moved his face toward mine etching ever so closely "what's wrong? Do make you nervous y/n?" I nodded fearing my voice would crack if I spoke. I moved back, stumbling on the bed as he followed. "Do you want me?" He asked. I suddenly felt like everything was too much. The room was too warm, the air too thick and he was too far away whiles simultaneously being too close. But I wanted him closer. "yes," I said in a whisper, and with that our lips met.

It was slow at first, we moved in sync with each other, and his hand began to touch my waist moving up to my chest and I his. But then he became hungry for more, he discarded my dress and started kissing my neck harshly. I could help but moan egging him he started making his way down past my chest to my already-soaked core. He parted my legs wide, seeing everything. It made me twitch with anticipation. He pushed my legs back onto my folding me slightly like a sandwich. He licked softly, slowly, and then began to increase the pace. His necklaces would graze past my thighs whiles he ate me out with precision and grace. It did not take long before I felt my orgasm approaching. I was a moaning mess wet mess beneath him and he made sure to keep eye contact which only increased the ecstasy of my experience. "I'm close" I whispered like a plea. "Don't stop"

He gave no indication that he heard nor cared for what I was saying and right when I was about to reach my peaked I realized why. He stopped and I almost cried at the sudden withdrawal. I looked at him with confusion and after a second he started his advancements again. And this became his procedure for the next hour. The ebb and flow of pleasure and denial. I was begging and crying for a release, saying I would do anything he wanted but he gave no response other than small sushes and "you can take it". I couldn't think of anything other than his tongue lapping and sucking my clit. The way his hand held my thighs up and gripped at my skin. All I knew was him and everything I worried about and everything I was didn't matter. In this moment all that mattered was him.

Suddenly he stopped and kissed my cheek before taking off his shorts and neckpieces. He moved back on top of me, kissing me as he aligned his tip before slowly pushing it in. The stretch was cathartic. My overstimulated core felt everything to the max. Like everything else, he started off slow before increasing to the most delicious pace. It did not take much for me to etch closer and closer to the edge hoping that he would let me cum. I said his name over and over again praying for him fuck me harder. The room was filled with the filthy sound of our skin slapping against each other as he granted my every wish. In my haze, I could see how my juices were all over his mouth and neck, I could see the sweat on his forehead making his hair adhere to his skin. I could hear the grunts and thinness of his breath and I knew he was close too. He pounded relentlessly as I felt the familiar electricity of my climax flush over me. He continued without missing a beat for a few moments more, leaving me crying from overstimulation, before he finished inside of me. He kissed me again between beaten breaths before I let my exhaustion take over.

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Namor & Talokan

So these are my thoughts upon watching Black Panther: Wakanda Forever twice now.

I loved Namor. I truly feel they captured the characterization so well in so many ways and it’s amazing how good of a job they did in this movie, how Tenoch owns that role, how perfect everything is. This is what it means to adapt a character, changing things but keeping the essence of the character and tbh the changes were such a great choice because in the end it served to enhance the character and bring him to new audiences and fans to enjoy and he is still NAMOR. So many people complaining about how bad it is they stripped Namor of everything obviously think that Namor begins and ends with Atlantis and know nothing of his character.

The overarching theme of Mothers, and their children, Namor & Fen, Shuri & Ramonda, play a central role amidst all the grief of the past/losing someone. Colonization is the enemy, not Namor who was just Wakanda’s antagonist.

Talokan mirrors Wakanda but asks the question: What if Colonization had won, what happens to the survivors who escaped? Wakanda never had to deal with the Invasion of their homeland, while Talokan did.

In the comics Namor is often the “Voice of Reason” when placed within a group dynamic, such as the Illuminati, it’s Namor who points out their plans are stupid or finds the most straightforward path to his goals, he is a very honest character and doesn’t hold back his words/thoughts. So it makes sense that just as Coogler holds up Talokan to mirror Wakanda so he would hold Namor up as a mirror to Shuri and gives her the option that others in Wakanda could not, to take on the world and give into those feelings of Rage. Ramonda (and by extension Wakanda) wants Shuri to grieve properly in a healthy and begin to move on with her life, which Shuri cannot do because in part she blames herself for not being able to save T’Challa. Survivors guilt is strong within her even though she really couldn’t do anything but that’s how guilt works. Which plays off really well because Coogler wasn’t afraid to let Namor be exactly like his comic counterpart and follow through on his word/promises even if that meant he was going to do things no Morally White/Good aka Hero character would do, since Namor is a Morally Grey character he has the space to make and follow through on choices he finds benefits himself and his people.

Spoilers beneath the cut, so this is your warning.

While Namor is much older and had time to rule over his people and deal with the grief of losing his mother for hundreds of years he chose Rage & Vengeance as his crutch to get through losing her. He focuses his anger on the world. He isn’t wrong, the Spanish Colonizers are the root cause for all the evil done to him and his people and by extension the surface world. Namor is a Hero to his people and he is their Protector. Which means he will be viewed as an enemy of the surface world. Namor was superhero comics first anti-hero and Tenoch!Namor is the same.

As a general overview before I get into details, Namor’s arc is very complete. His goal was an alliance with Wakanda, he makes it clear the first time he comes to ask them for help because Namor does not ask for help, not in the comics, not unless he trusts that person or is willing to trust that person. Namor + Trust is a very important trait. Listen if you think Namor couldn’t find the scientist and kill Riri where she stood on his own than you don’t know how capable Namor is. He and his people are not primitive/lacking of skills or smarts, he doesn’t need Wakanda’s help but he recognizes it would be smarter in the long run to have an ally that would empathize with him and his people. He chooses Wakanda because its the Nation his mother told him about, and he recognizes that they and Talokan are both very similar. Namora and Attuma were literally using a hunting trick for Riri, have someone else draw her out into the open before taking them down. Why else would they have been waiting close enough to take Riri if Namor had asked the Wakandans to bring her to him? If Namor had truly trusted them to find AND bring Riri to him he would have waited instead he had a back up plan which were Attuma and Namora. Namor’s trust of the surface, even Wakanda only goes so far.

Let me get into details. You don’t know how much it’s killing me to not have pics to go along with my text but I will have to wait till the movie is out on dvd to be able to gif/screencap everything.

I’m starting off with character design first:

Wings.

His wings are AMAZING. There was no easy Superman gliding and swooping here! His air walking was astounding, at times it felt like he had to really push himself to get up to a certain height level like a bird putting more effort into its wings getting off the ground vs catching a air current. He was so agile and FAST, turning on a whim and aware of his surroundings, honestly some parts felt like he was just swimming or dancing through the air, the way he twists his body/hips to change positions. I am so happy they included the wings because it’s so important to his character.

His wings flap rapidly like a hummingbird, and it’s always been one of my personal headcanons that’s how Namor’s wings move and it was really cool to see! There’s a sound you hear when his wings move, like a rattlesnake/buzzing, I think its because he is called K’uk’ulkan, Feather Serpent God, so that rattlesnake buzzing is a nod to the serpent aspect of that.

Edit: AresisKander on Twitter added this comment after reading this post and I am including their comment:

About the sound of the wings or when he flies, I think the reference is to the ayoyotes or chachayotes many people in Mexico still use to do/reenact traditional dancing

A photo of Ayoyotes.

/End Edit.

I did some searching online today to try and figure out what bird/feather pattern they modeled Namor’s wings off of because in the movie it’s not pure white wings and had some light patterns of grey/light brown with the white. I think its modeled after the Osprey (Pandion Haliaetus).

The parts I’ve highlight here are what stood out to me the most in the movie, the tops of his wings had the same white feathery look and his lower feathers had that pattern. The bird makes sense for Namor as the Osprey is found near rivers/bodies of water and is a fish eating bird of prey, with excellent eyesight to see underwater to hunt their fish. They are excellent divers too.

Tenoch’s ears were so cute, and while Namor has pointed ears, the rest of his people do not, so some people like Namora, use jewelry to give themselves the pointed ears like Namor, others use jewelry on the outside of their ear to mimic the pointed ear shape.

GILLS.

THE TALOKANIL (or is it Talokaneil?) HAVE GILLS. I AM SO HAPPY THEY KEPT THAT FROM THE COMICS!!! The Gills have always set Marvel’s Atlanteans apart from DC, and even Namor has gills in the comics even though artists forget to draw it but it was an important plot point in a couple of comics. Seeing their water masks covered not just their mouth/nose but also the gills on their necks was so cool. I can’t wait until high res stills come out so I can show you all how cool their costumes were! the gill masks were soooo pretty!!! There is just so much detail on their look/costumes/mayan influences that I can’t do it justice with words but it was beautiful, Namora had a few outfit changes through the movie which I loved.

Speaking of Namora, she was not at all like her comic counterpart and like I guessed before she is basically a mix of Namora and Andromeda. It makes sense why they wouldn’t use the character Andormeda since she is Attuma’s daughter in the comics so they wouldn’t have time to explain why his daughter is the same age as him etc. since comic atlanteans are long lived and look the same ageish. Andromeda operates as Namor’s right hand woman, the captain of his guards/army, a highly respected close friend and long time ally who would always fight beside Namor and offer advice.

Namora is smart, loyal, and such a badass in the movie. Mabel played her beautifully and I adored her. Anyways I loved this interpretation of Namora and I hope we get to see more of her and Attuma. Attuma’s character does not get alot of lines, we have no clue to his motivations and if he hates Namor or not like in the comics, in the comics they were enemies, but the recent King in Black: Namor tells the story of Attuma’s origin and friendship with Namor before it all went bad.

Namora, Attuma, and Namor all wear different outfits throughout the movie. The character designs were brilliant, and the costumes were gorgeous, so I really hope they win an award for that again.

It also feels like they each have an “Avatar” of sorts. Namor is the Feathered Serpent, Attuma is a Shark, and Namora is a Lion Fish, remember the Lion Fish is a deadly venomous creature so those spines Namora wears are a warning threat to her enemies.

The Plot

I will be focused on the Namor/Talokan plot mainly.

The first scene we get with Namor is literally ripped from the pages of Marvel Comics (1939) #1. In the comic, two divers go exploring a ship and Namor darts by too fast for them. Later Namor cuts the lines of one diver killing him, then goes after the second diver.

In the movie the divers are sent to check on a drill in the ocean, it had struck vibranium, which the Americans were after since they had a Vibranium detection machine. Namor swims by too fast for them to see, they are too focused on their find, however one diver’s life support signal stops, when the scientist lady on the ship asks the second diver to turn around to check on her partner and see if he was ok, she turns only to find cut life support lines. Namor comes for her next. I want to say very quickly that while Vibranium was included in the backstory/plot of the movie it also has it’s roots in the comics but only since the 90s:

Golden age - two divers on an exploratory mission - Marvel Comics (1939) #1 Silver age - expanded: two divers were sent there because the captain of the ship was Captain Leonard McKenzie on his return to the Antarctic waters after decades to search for Fen. The Sub-Mariner (1968) #44 Modern Age - The original cause of two ships coming to Antarctica is because the first one (The Endurance) was on a mission to find Vibranium, while the second one {The Oracle, Namor’s father’s ship) was on a mission to find The Endurance. Namor, the Sub-Mariner (1990) #52

So as you can see they just cut off the Leonard part since Fen’s origins have changed as well, and they kept the scene from the first comic and their motivation is Vibranium. There was a very Depths!Namor vibe to the character which I adored because Sub-Mariner: The Depths is such a good comic.

Meanwhile above there is a siren song luring the crew to their deaths in the sea. I loved the Sirens, they are a highlight of the Talokanil. The ship is now under attack by the Talokanil, and the scientist lady escapes into a helicopter. Attuma and Namora arrivals are great! The Talokanil are efficient at their tasks.

Namora watches as the helicopter goes higher into the sky but doesn’t do anything because she knows Namor will stop them. The first scene showing Namor’s full strength is amazing, it cannot be understated how Namor is a Power in the comics, he is literally called a one man navy. Namor is the guy the other characters call in when they need the Big Guns. He wrecks that helicopter and the scene ends with a visual of Namor hover over the sea in the dark, it really reminds me of this visual.

Marvel Fanfare (1982) #16

So as you see Namor has been called Devil, Sea Devil, Sea Demon in the comics which makes the Spanish Priest’s words to a young Namor really hit home because humans have always viewed him as something not human, evil, and otherworldly even though they themselves are not good people.

The next time we see Namor he is rising out of the water in Wakanda to speak with Ramonda and Shuri, he carries with him a shell, a conch shell, which in can be symbolic of a declaration of war or something else depending on the context as written here and here by Aztec Empire on twitter. The soundtrack to Namor’s arrival is freaking awesome, and Namor’s first show of pure astonishment/wonder at Wakanda is so endearing. Alot of people complained about this online saying he wouldn’t do that, but the truth is Namor does know how to smile, he loves the wonder and beauty of Nature, he isn’t a scowling angry fish man all the time. Tenoch’s micro expressions are amazing, he goes from wonder to being a Threat in the space of seconds. What I really like is how he captured Namor’s humor which is not an easy thing to do since in the comics Namor has a very dry gallows humor that makes people around him think its very serious but he’s actually telling the joke more to himself than for the benefit of others. Namor says “- I took care of it” meaning he totally killed all those people but he’s acting like it was nothing more than a small chore or something. lol. Also there is something else I wanted to point out about the beginning of this scene, Ramonda and Shuri are alerted by elephants who sensed Namor and ran, in the comics when Namor is running amok in New York for the first time he releases several wild creature from the zoo, which also had elephants. Now I don’t know if that was in reference to that scene in Marvel Mystery Comics (1939) #8 but it did remind me of it.

And as stated earlier, Namor was willing to extend his trust but still Attuma and Namora followed Shuri and Okoye in the later scenes.

MCU!Attuma is strong and a capable warrior, I greatly enjoyed him baiting Okoye on the bridge into a fight. The way he looks at Riri (whom Namora told him to kill) and decides she isn’t going anywhere so he might as well have a fight for fun with Okoye was Peak Character for him. Namora is annoyed and snaps at him to stop playing around. I love their dynamic with Attuma playing the Strong Muscle character and Namora though tiny was clearly in charge. Both of them have consistent characterizations, both are very loyal to Talokan and they get stuff done. Attuma is 100% ready to kill Riri and so is Namora. They are looking out for the future of their people. BUT when Shuri asks them to take them to Talokan alive they confer with each other, they treat Shuri like the royalty she is and they take her wish seriously since they also know Namor wants an alliance with Wakanda. If Namor had ordered them to kill the scientist at all costs, I don’t doubt they would have been done there on the bridge.

When Shuri and Riri are in Talokan, Shuri is treated as according to her social status, a Princess, with all the respect given to her from one Nation to another which really stood out to me. They give her traditional clothing, and they aren’t unknind, they care for Riri and give her food while Shuri goes to speak with Namor. I’m just pointing out that Coogler isn’t depicting the Talokanil as some hostile people who are unreasonable in wanting to kill Riri, they are only hostile when the safety of their people is in question.

The biggest change I would say character wise in regards of the transition from the Atlanteans to the Talokanil is that the Atlanteans actively hated and looked down on Namor for being half human/atlantean, its a major source of isolation for Namor. Namor’s character is rooted in his biracialness, is rooted in being a man of two worlds without fitting into either world and struggling with his two people. Changes seem to have taken away that biracial aspect in the form of two different races of human/atlantean since it seems Namor is a full Mayan/Talokan now however it doesn’t mean it’s lost, Namor is never a part of the Talokanil proper, he is respect and revered yes but also set apart in isolation because of his slowed aging meaning he would outlive all of his people, and that he is seen as their deity. When Shuri meets Namor he is open and honest with her. He RESPECTS her in a way the Elders of her people didn’t, because they saw her as a child. He respects her because she is a Princess and because Namor respects women. I know there is alot of bad Fanon out there regarding Namor’s treatment of women in the comics but as a person who has read all of his comics, so much of it comes down to out of context weird fanon and also some moments of really bad writing however Comic!Namor was raised by his single mother Fen and has great respect for women, so of course Namor would respect Shuri and treat her in accordance with her social stature.

I’ve already begun to see NamorShuri shipping discourse so let be preface this by saying I literally do not care. I don’t care what people ship. However this meta is my, a comic fan’s, thoughts on Namor’s character and the rest of the movie, and I would appreciate it if people don’t use my words out of context nor they drag me into any shipping wars. Once one of my other metas was used out of context to promote racism and I don’t appreciate that. Also I personally believe that shipping is not the end of all things. I believe shipping is a fun addition to the source BUT it’s NOT the end all reason behind character’s actions. So people saying Namor was totally hitting on Shuri, or flirting with her, or whatever, that’s fun fanon for you but I personally do not see it that way.

Namor is charismatic in the comics and Tenoch!Namor captures Namor’s charisma, anger, sorrow, and light heartedness but most of all he captures Namor’s loneliness. When Namor opens up to Shuri and tells her the story of his people, of his mother, he is trying to find a connection, some empathy, a friend.

Princess Fen and her people.

They don’t say Fen is royalty or some high ranking woman in their Nation, however they don’t not say that either. Until we get more information about her then I will only speak on what I saw. Fen and her people are suffering from smallpox brought over by the Spanish Invaders, her people are dying, and she is pregnant. We see Fen place a stone, a funeral rite, into the mouth of a dead man who was placed in a dug grave, he had already passed. The unnamed man died of smallpox, and I personally believe this could have been Namor’s father but also it simply could have been a person who was her family/friend/she had some connection to since we aren’t exactly sure who he was. In the comics Fen is the most beautiful Atlantean ever, and I love the actress they chose for Fen, Maria’s beauty takes my breath away to be honest. In the comics Fen meets Namor’s father after she was sent to spy on the Americans and she falls in love with him. She is strong, smart, and fierce princess of her people. I have very strong feelings about Fen as she is one of my favorite characters.

The Shaman creates the potion/serum they drink to turn into water breathers/Talokanil, however Fen hesitates because her concern is her child. The Shaman promises her that this will save her child and her and then swears that her son will be their new king since he will be the first born of their new people. This new backstory for Namor fits the tone of the movie. I loved both Fen and the Shaman, their actors were so good.

Fen being a central character in Namor’s life is so important and I’m really glad that the movie didn’t skip over that. Fen is a guiding force, the reason why Namor is the way he is in the comics, her love and protection, even her naming him “Namor” which in the comics/atlantean it means “Avenging Son” all shaped Namor into the character he is. Fen and Namor are so important to me.

Namor speaks about how he grew up slowly and his mother aged normally, and how for her death she wanted to be buried in her homeland on the surface. Namor carries out his mother’s wishes. Fen in the comics is also buried in her homeland in the antarctic waters of her youth.

Now. This scene. The Child without Love. It hit me like a ton of bricks. I have not been able to stop thinking about this since.

Namor is the AVENGING SON, he gets his identity from his mother. When I learned she wouldn’t be naming him that I was honestly very upset because its so central to who Namor is, but then I saw the adapted scene and I feel it works in this context. In the comics his name is a warning to the surface world/white people who hurt his people in the original comics. In the movie the name was bestowed upon him by a Spanish Priest who calls him a devil after Namor saw their evil and punished them for it. Namor wears his name as a promise to his people and a threat to his enemies,“My enemies call me Namor”.

Honestly the burial of Fen was so sad, Namor even places a stone in her mouth as well. She missed her home and wanted to be returned there. This really speaks to me about immigration and displacement, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard my own family members, the older ones, who don’t live in the homeland anymore talk about how they must be buried there. I think its something that only people who leave their homeland (not out of choice but a need for a place that will be better for lives because their home isn’t safe or they have better opportunities in foreign land) can really understand that no matter how far away they are, the need to return there, be buried there for the rest of time is a such a human need. The themes of immigration/displacement/colonization is prevalent throughout their story.

In the comics Namor’s first motivation is to wage war against the surface (white) people who hurt his people and he does cause a ruckus but then he faces the true Evil of Humanity when he finds out about the Nazis, he fights alongside the humans to stop them in WWll because he knew that they would come after his people next.

In the movie, the Evil of Humanity is the Spanish Colonizers. There is no romanticized version of this, there is no Spanish colonizer myth of them being benevolent people bringing advancement to the Natives. They are shown in their full evil glory as colonizers who hurt, killed, and destroyed Nations of Native people. This is the first time Namor sees humans, and its the worst they have to show.

When Nakia is searching for Namor/a way to find Shuri and Riri, she speaks to an old woman who tells her where Namor was sighted, and how he returns, and those who go after him with ill in their hearts do not return. So it means Namor is standing on a beach, returning over the years, because there is only one thing that would bring him to the surface world, his mother’s grave. Namor was visiting Fen’s grave in her ancestral lands.

The Sub-Mariner (1968) #17

Namor’s core character is that he is a hero to his people, and their protector, which the movie displayed so accurately. After the story of his people’s origins, Namor takes Shuri on a tour of his capital city. Another time one of his jokes comes into play, he is telling her all the ways her body would die under the deep water, and then goes “We have suits!” he neglects to mention its the SAME suits that he had taken from the scientists he had killed in the beginning of the movie! lmao. I love him. I really love this character even more now even though I’ve been such a huge fan of Namor for years.

Talokan’s Capital City is so pretty. I can’t wait to zoom in on all the details.

I honestly wish I could get my hands on that 400 page Talokan design book of it’s history/lore. I wish I had better pictures of the stone ring in which Namor does the Rising Sun hand gesture to activate the water currents that take them from the cave to the capital city. It’s clear the Talokans have advanced science/machines which they use all the time, and how they harrassed the power of undersea vibrainum like the Wakandans. Namor even says “I brought my people the sun”. I know there is like 30 minutes of cut footage so I will be waiting for that to come out in an extra dvd feature soon I hope.

¡Líik’ik Talokan!

The term means “Rise Talokan” or “Talokan Rises” the Mesoamerican symbol is the hand symbol connected to the sun (source & source) Namor and the Talokanil use it in greeting to each other.

The Mesoamerican worldbuilding of Talokan is more than I ever hoped for. One of my main ongoing complaints of Namor’s world in the comics is that Marvel is more interesting in destroying it than building it up so it’s just really great to see that Coogler and team had Mesoamerican experts and a language teacher (who played the Shaman) to make sure everything is the best it can be. I know this is a fantasy take of Mesoamerica but I feel they really respected the source material, and Namor’s transformation from Prince/King of Atlantis to K’uk’ulkan is a wonderful way to bring about the comic fantasy coding of native (atlantean) people to actual native mesoamerican people representation.

After their tour Namor gives Shuri his mother’s bracelet. The bracelet is made with fibers of the blue vibranium plant that the Shaman gave to Fen and her people. I know people are saying “it’s romantic, he gave her his mom’s bracelet” but like, if y’all could just take off those shipping glasses for one second to understand not everything has a romantic intention behind it. Imo Namor gives it to her as a gift, a sign of trust, everything he’s done so far has been to extend his hand in trust to what he hopes will be allies to his people. That has been his motivation, that’s what compels him to go to Wakanda, he is seeking an ally, and why not the Princess who has a chip on her shoulder, who wants to burn the world as he does?

While Namor is gone, answering Queen Ramonda’s summons/falling for her distraction tactic, Shuri and Riri escape with Nakia and in the process one of Namor’s people, a young woman, is killed. Namor and Ramonda’s confrontation is tense, and again he carries the shell, remember it’s significance of a object that represents war or other intentions.

Until now Namor had been trying to reach Shuri and get her to see things from his POV about why the scientist should die, but he makes it clear to Ramonda that he will kill Shuri along with Riri if it ensures his people will be safe. That is a character who all throughout the movie has made his goals very clear and then the rest of his character follows through on his threats/promises.

When Namor comes back to Talokan he finds that the entire ruse had been a betrayal, a trick, to get him to leave and in the process it costs him the life of one of his people. If there was one thing in the comics that was always sure to set Namor off was one of his people dying, and it’s no different in the movie. He gathers his people to make a speech about how his hopes was for naught.

The attack on Wakanda was Namor’s retaliation for the murder of one of his people.

In the comics the first time Namor attacks Wakanda, he was possessed by the Phoenix Force and not in control of his mind/actions. However there is a Namor and Shuri plot where Shuri sends her warriors to slaughter Atlanteans because of the Phoenix Namor attack, and then he sends the Black Order to Wakanda. Shuri in the comics does have innocent Atlanteans killed and Namor retaliates. Again they adapted stuff for the movie, and it plays out differently but I just thought to share that to showcase how different things were done. You can read Namor and Shuri’s interactions (they don’t have alot in the comics) in my Black Panther (T’Challa) & The Sub-Mariner thread here.

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I forgot to add another scene that was Comic to Movie:

Black Panther (2009) #1 - there is a scene in the movie that is exactly like this, where they fly above and comment on how fast Namor is in the water.

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The action scenes, every time Namor is flying around fighting and breaking stuff. Once again they show that Namor is A THREAT, and he will follow through on it. And again, the Sirens are so pretty, I love them. One thing I really found interesting is how we see Namor’s moral code even in battle, even after Ramonda, he knows he could crush them but instead he gives them time to grieve. Some people might go “why did he give them a week, etc.” but like, it makes sense for his character, he isn’t a murderer because he likes killing, everything he does is in accordance to his moral code and no one elses, honor is a huge thing with Namor in the comics too. Not to mention Namor’s over all goal throughout the movie, he wants Wakanda on his side, he will do what he can to get that. He points at Shuri and says “You are queen now.” He puts the heavy burden of caring for an entire nation on her shoulders, now she will finally be forced to either step up or let it crush her. Namor is pressure that presses Shuri’s character into change, either she will crack or become a diamond.

Good characters are not stationary, good characters grow and change.

The final three scenes I want to talk about:

The big Wakanda vs Atlantis fight takes place on the Sea Leopard, now this could just be a fun name they gave the ship but it could also be a deep dive reference into a Namor comic character, a villain called Sea Leopard.

Okoye vs Attuma fight again and I loved it. Namora was such a badass!!!! I didn’t mention the water bombs the Talokanil use but its so freaking cool, they use it all throughout the movie and they also use Whales to launch their people out of the water with their tails, or the people ride them. I just love all the worldbuilding of Talokan. I know I haven’t talked about other parts of the movie so far, but my favorite characters are M’Baku, Okoye, and Nakia. I enjoyed every moment M’Baku was on screen!!!

Namor vs Shuri, the big fight, Shuri has finally taken the mantle of the Black Panther, and this action scene was so freaking good. Shuri’s plan to use Namor’s weaknesses against him gains her the upper hand and to be honest all those whiney fanbois crying “but SHE is a girl and SHE can’t fight and beat Namor!!!!” need to shut up because they are WRONG. They aren’t jobbing Namor, they aren’t writing him out of character, these weaknesses are the same weaknesses Namor has in the comics!

Namor’s main weaknesses are: Pollution/Poisons, Being dried out/overheated, his wings being hurt, and some forms of mind control/amnesia.

The fight was more than fair imo and Namor isn’t flawless, he has weakness that were used against him. Honestly I would have been mad if he somehow was unaffected. ALSO I LITERALLY FREAKED OUT WHEN I SAW “IMPERIUS REX” ON SCREEN. lol, my arms were flailing for real.

Shuri weapon is against Namor’s throat and she has the power to avenge her mother, to kill Namor, to take that step further into violence and vengance, to burn the world and move further away from healing and dealing with her greif.

“When my mother died, the last person who truely knew me died with her” Shuri’s loss drove her to become the Black Panther.

Namor’s mother dies, and the last person who truely loved/knew him for him, for being him, not a protector, not a leader, that love dies too.

Ramonda’s words “Show Him Who You Are!” is echoed to Shuri, it’s the same words Ramonda yells at T’Challa in Black Panther, when he fights M’Baku at Warrior’s fall. This is Shuri’s defining moment, her path forks and she has to choose mercy and moving on, dealing with her grief or accepting vengence to forever take a place in her heart. Shuri demands Namor yields, and Namor yields, he got what he wanted, Wakanda’s alliance.

When Namora confronts Namor about him yielding, he even says as much, that what he hoped to achieve he got, and now Wakanda would turn to them when it was time (for them to face the surface world/colonizers)

The action scenes in the movie are amazing, I could watch it a hundred times, the final confrontation between them ends in peace between their peoples.

As I’ve said, this post was mainly focused on Namor & the Talokanil, and I didn’t go into depth with the other plots/characters because I’ve been a Namor fan for years so all my interest is hyperfocused on him and his people.

My complaint: Everett Ross’s entire plot was not needed in this movie, it literally could have been a phone call with the first scene and we could have gotten more scenes with Namor & the Talokanil.

Personally my one biggest gripe is that in the end Wakanda & Talokan should have gone after the main people who were a threat to their nations which was the american government, it was a earlier plot point with Queen Ramonda at the United Nations that was just dropped as the focus shifted over to Namor. I do wish they had keep that plot thread going and both Wakanda and Talokan had teamed up to fight the Government/Surface World etc. but this is a MCU Marvel/Disney movie and Disney/Marvel is never going to do anything so controversial as calling out the American or other governments in present day for their colonizing ways, which is why I feel keeping Colonization as something that happened in the distant past isn’t true. I know the realities of the studios politics and the message the movie was sending and tbh it really followed through on alot of things and my complaints are minor and doesn’t take away the sheer enjoyment and happiness I felt watching Namor and the Talokanil on screen. Also I’m so glad we got to see Namor’s artistic side, which he has in the comics as well.

Once again I am so glad that Namor is shown as a Man of Color and his people are Native Mesoamerican. I’ve always personally felt the coding in his comics meant that we would lose the impact of his story if they stripped him of his biracial poc coding and cast a generic white man. It was always my biggest worry when it came to thoughts of Live Action Namor.

I love how multifaceted Tenoch’s acting was with Namor. Tenoch Huerta is MY Namor, he is the perfect choice for Namor and I’ve stood by his casting since it was first announced.

Created in 1939 by Bill Everett, Namor is imo one of the best characters ever created in comics, and the mcu version is one that is equally as wonderful and complex. I love both versions very much.

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namorslutfanfiction · 1 year

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Maybe like SHIELD agent reader with Namor for #7?

You had been called in from your first day of vacation. You couldn't even get a full day off without SHIELD falling apart it seemed. You hadn't even been briefed properly before you were shuffled onto a jet to an undisclosed location. They had captured a 'person of interest' that seemed to want to speak to you directly. Why you? Who knows, because you didn't.

10 successful missions, working with the next generation of Avengers, and taking down a multidimensional traveler had burnt you out and you were really not in the mood to deal with whatever was waiting at the end of this plane ride. You looked out the window as you tried to wrack your brain in search of who could be a SHIELD asset off the coast of Mexico.

You landed on top of a spartan building and led down deep into the bowels of it. You wondered when SHIELD would have more inconspicuous out postings for their international holdings. You didn't doubt that SHIELD had enough international power to keep this base a secret, but you doubted that the locals felt safe. You reminded again of why you had joined SHIELD in the first place, to change how they operated. Needless to say you hadn't been all that successful so far. You shook your thoughts away as you followed the agents. The depth at which they led you made you nervous. This much security meant that whoever SHIELD had caught was powerful.

You finally made it to what had to be the bottom floor and were led to a set of double doors where Nick Fury stood. He nodded to you, "Sorry to cut your vacation short, but you were summoned specifically by name."

A dry chuckle slipped past your lips, "Short is one way to put it. I hadn't even been gone a full day and my phone was ringing. I knew I should have chucked it into the ocean before I left the base."

"We still would have found you. Maybe a helicopter on your front lawn would be a bit distracting but I'm sure you would come running," Fury deadpanned.

"I'd shoot your pilot if they landed on my roses. So maybe it is better that I kept my phone. Are you going to tell me who is 'summoning' me or are you going to keep me on the edge of my seat?" You prodded as Fury led the way through 4 doors deep of additional security doors.

"You'll see. I'm interested to learn how he knows of you. I was under the impression that only the Wakandans and a select few, not including you, knew he even existed," Fury raised an eyebrow at you. But you weren't paying attention. Your mind was racing trying to connect the dots. Someone only the Wakandans and a few others knew about. Someone that knew you?

The doors parted and your eyes widened as the tanned figure in the glass cage turned. You followed Fury but stopped short while the Agent continued closer to the glass. The doors behind you shut with a hiss as Fury turned to you expectantly. Your eyes were glued to the brown ones of the Talokanil King as he smirked at you.

“This is what I was called for? You?” You said in a hushed disbelieving tone. Namor didn't reply as his eyes roamed your figure from head to toe. You turned to Fury, "You didn't capture him, you know. This wouldn't hold him. He's here willingly."

"I am well aware of that. But it helps the others feel safer when we put on the façade of locking him behind steal. So are you going to explain to me how you know Namor of Talokan or will I have to ask Shorts over here?" Fury crossed his arms.

You didn't speak as you looked between the SHIELD agent and the regal man who was still smirking at you behind the glass.

Fury sighed, "Normally I would be happy to see you so tight lipped. Alright, your majesty, how do you know my agent?"

Namor stepped closer to the glass, still locking eyes with you. "You don't want to tell him do you?"

You didn't reply. Fury glanced between the two of you, starting to get agitated. "What do you want with her, Namor? We all know you are here willingly, but why?"

Namor ignored him and addressed you, "It's time to go home now, wife."

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Thank you for playing

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shurisasthmaticgf · 1 year

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i will do anything for you, my love: shuri x black fem! reader

warnings: implied death/murder, mention of kidnapping, mention of blood, scars and bruises

translations: isithandwa- darling | ndikuthanda kakhulu- i love you so much

authors note: i’m not gonna lie yall i don’t know what i was thinking when i thought of this but here…pleasedontjumpme 😋 feedback is always welcome and appreciated

when shuri and the rest of the warriors returned from the battle with namor you were expecting some kind of triumphant entrance. however solemn faces and a decimated head count was what you were met with.

shuri didn’t even come to find you upon your return instead she was taken straight to the medical unit to treat her wounds. instead, the first person in your arms was riri—

the student let all of her weight rest in your grasp as you practically held her upright. you held her close to you with your hand rubbing on her back soothingly for a moment. her heart was racing a mile a minute all while her body remain sluggish. you held your friend in your arms as she was practically dead weight in your embrace. for a moment you didn't speak in case she wanted to be the first one to talk. however, when riri remained silent you asked cautiously, "are you alright?" riri nodded weakly and rasped out, "a lil beat up but yeah im straight." before you could even ask about her, riri answered for you, "shuri getting treated upstairs. she got banged up like the rest of us but she told me to tell you she ain't want you around yet."

you deflated at your girlfriend's request but you knew that she tended to want her space when she was injured, not wanting you to see her in a physically vulnerable state. in most cases you would be quick to disobey shuri's orders but something in your gut told you to just leave her be. carefully you helped riri to her room so she could lay down and let her body rest. when you tried to leave her room she stopped you, "wait...don't leave. please. ion wanna be alone right now." so you sat beside riri on her bed and made yourself comfortable before asking, "do you want to talk about anything?"

it was evident from the look on her face that the wheels were turning in her head and she wanted to say something. you added on kindly, "this will stay between you and me. i promise." riri looked at you cautiously and you placed a hand over hers, "you can trust me, always." that was all it took for riri to start talking about everything she just experienced.

"i'm worried about shuri bro. we was together for a little but up on that ship but then she went off and was doing her own thing with namor. then she come back but i ain't even realize cuz i was tryna fight off them blue people from above right? then all the sudden i see all them blue people retreating and saying it's over n nakia calling me back to the ship. i ain’t even see namor or namora or that big dude that be with her too. they all was just…gone. " your brows remained furrowed and a deep crease formed on your forehead as you carefully asked, "do you think she..." riri answered immediately, "ion know man. it's possible but it's shuri, she wouldn't do that kinda thing....but since i seen her she been acting like really happy. at first i thought it was the adrenaline rush but nah it's sumn different." you remained silent and riri added sleepily, "just keep an eye on her cuz she acting...off."

from the very beginning of your relationship shuri promised you that she would do anything to protect you. for the most part it was having a dora or two by your side at all times. but after shuri lost her mother and her brother she became increasingly overprotective. of course she didn't control your every movement, what you did, or who you talked to. instead she kept her eyes on everyone around you, through herself and other security detail within the palace walls.

everything was relatively okay until you got kidnapped by namora and attuma three weeks after the attack on wakanda. you were on the river's edge while visiting your childhood home. you thought it would be safer for you to stay away from the city for a bit and shuri agreed as well. this was a trip you had made time and time again alone for years. after a day shuri decided that for her own piece of mind she would send for a few dora to protect you on the off chance namor knew where you were. unfortunately, you were captured right before the dora reached you. you fought with all your strength to get away from namora and attuma but it was to no resolve. one moment you were almost out of their grasp, and the next you were being held in talokan in a room alone.

when shuri found out she was prepared to find namor and kill him on the spot. with the strength of the panther it was nearly impossible to calm her down but okoye got through to her eventually. you were rescued once more by nakia with the help of okoye and aneka. the three women were finally able to get you after a week of you being in talokan alone. most of your injuries were self inflicted as a result of trying to escape over and over again. they were mostly bruises on your hands and small scrapes on your knees from falling. with the exception of the cut on your temple earned from namor, and the scar from namora. both marks earned from you trying to attack them when you thought they weren't expecting it.

once you were back in wakanda and in shuri's arms she swore to you that she would ensure it would never happen again. you weren't sure what that promise entailed but you never thought for a moment that it alluded to shuri killing someone.

you nodded silently and stayed with riri until she completely dozed off which only took a few more minutes. just as you exited the bedroom, a palace worker found you, "the queen requests your presence miss y/l/n." you followed the worker quietly while your thoughts ran wild and your heart pounded so loud you were sure the worker could hear it too. he stopped in front of shuri's chamber door and opened the door for you. when you stepped in you saw shuri standing in the center of her room looking out her window.

in a gentle voice you called out, "shuri? shouldn't you be resting my love?" shuri turned around slowly and you saw a small smile on her lips. it was not the one that she usually wore when she saw you, this one was different but you couldn't put your finger on why. the queen walked over to you with a slight limp, "isithandwa, please i am better than ever." her words were probably the biggest contradiction you'd heard in a long time. dark circles and heavy bags hung under her eyes while her cheeks were slightly sunken in compared to months before. the love and joy that used to make her eyes sparkle was replaced with something dark, something you couldn't even recognize.

shuri noticed the look on your face and held out her hand for you to take. shakily you reached for her hand just to notice the dried blood under her fingernails, around her cuticles, and in the grooves of the prints on her fingers. it was clear that there were multiple attempts to get it off of her hands, but there were still residual stains on her skin. her touch was gentle as she guided you beside her, facing the window once more. shuri stood behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist then placing a kiss on your shoulder, then neck, jaw, and cheek. under different circumstances you would enjoy this moment but unkind chills ran down your spine at the feeling instead.

the view from the window overlooked the entire city, the sun was starting to set which dyed the entire sky hues of tangerine and gold. shuri sighed and told you with a deep voice, "ndikuthanda kakhulu." you swallowed thickly and answered, "i love you too."

once again you began to get lost in your thoughts of the conversation you shared with riri only moments before. the concern in her voice and the gut feeling she had that something was wrong now settled in your own mind and body. a soft caress against your bare bicep pulled you from your thoughts as shuri told you with a hint of pride in her voice, "i have a gift for you."

you weren't fond of receiving gifts without warning since you also liked to give when you received. shuri was well aware of this and respected it but every so often she would surprise you with something as a token of her love. curiously you hummed, "hmm?" the queen walked you to her vanity and let you sit on the bench in front of the mirror. there was a twinge of excitement in her voice as she told you, "close your eyes first." you followed her instructions without question, as this was something that she often said when giving you gifts.

there was a small jangling sound of metal then you felt a weight against your collarbone. whatever it was, was soft like some kind of hair or fur. your eyes fluttered open and you looked at your reflection in the mirror. shuri smiled in her own twisted form of satisfaction as she fastened the necklace around your neck. she looked down at your reflection and placed her hands on your shoulders. shuri pressed a kiss to your temple and said, “let this be a reminder that i will do anything for you, my love.” you winced slightly when her lips touched your skin, the scar the submariner left you with was still healing despite all shuri had done to speed up the process.

your nerves started to fade slowly as this interaction felt the most genuine and normal. you smiled softly and leaned into her touch, replying, “thank you darling. i love you.” shuri told you warmly with that same smile, "i will be back, i need to check on the others." you knew there was no point in trying to get her to rest as she would insist that 'a good queen takes care of her people before herself'.

she left her chamber leaving you alone and you waited until the door was completely closed before pulling off the necklace. you turned the feathered pendant over in your hands at least three times as you tried to figure out what the hell it was. a pointed triangular object hung next to a small orange and white piece hung next to it, slightly curled up, presumably dried out.

it looked somewhat familiar but you couldn’t put your finger on it until you brushed your nose with your finger to stop a sneeze. the smell of salt water and iron filled your nose and everything around you seemed to freeze. your blood ran cold as you slowly held the pendant out in front of you then tilted it vertically. the sound of your heart racing in your chest echoed throughout your ears and your hands shook in horror.

memories of shuri promising you she’d do anything to protect you, that she’d burn the world for you all came back. the memory of riri telling you "it's shuri, she wouldn't do that kind of thing” when you asked what happened during the battle with Talokan came rushing back. the blood in the grooves of shuri’s fingerprints flashed through your mind.

looking at the necklace in between your fingers you saw the familiar shark teeth that resembled the ones that belonged on the hammerhead skull attuma wore on his head. the orange and white that was identical to the lion fish spines on namora’s collar. your fingers froze when you recognized the feathered tips that originally belonged on namor’s ankles. everything came rushing back as you recalled the look on shuri's face when she found out namor, attuma, and namora were most responsible for your capture and more obvious injuries. how your girlfriend promised you with utmost sincerity that they would never lay a finger on your again.

your breath hitched in your throat and your stomach lurched at the thought. with shaking fingers the pendant fell to the floor as you clasped a hand over your mouth in absolute fear and shock.

‘it’s shuri, she wouldn’t do that kind of thing’ oh but she did.

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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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babyboiboyega · 1 year

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Next To Me Pt. 10 (Shuri x Black!Fem!Reader)

Shuri x Black!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 8.3k

Content: angst, profanity, Shuri don lost her mind y'all, but we gon help her find it

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Recap:

“Y/N, are you alright?”

You tried to nod, you really did, but that was all it took for every emotion you had been fighting back to make themselves known in a way that you’d surely be embarrassed about later; but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

You didn’t remember dropping the bag or grabbing the door to steady yourself; you definitely didn’t remember Okoye’s firm hands reaching out to pull you into her body, her arms tight as they kept you steady.

You didn’t want to remember seeing with your tear-filled gaze how the door down the hall shut quietly as Okoye ushered you back into your room. Despite not remembering the moment you fell asleep, the one thing you could recall was that visual.

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It was an exceptionally sunny day. Every window lining the throne room allowed for endless sunlight to stream in, each ray seeming to know exactly what to hit in order to make the entire room…well…glisten.

The throne room looked exactly the way it should've; grand and intimidating in all of its glory to those who had the honor, or misfortune, to enter it. It had been remodeled after Namor's attack; the glass floors were replaced with vibranium-streaked black graphite, similar to the flooring in Shuri's lab. The dais made out of red clay in the center of the throne room, of which the throne and the tribe leaders' respective seats sat, remained the same. The surrounding pillars that seemed to hold up the towering ceiling of the room still had the Wakandan etchings spelling out the names of every ruler Wakanda had seen, bringing literal meaning to how each ruler had a hand in building the country.

One of the first changes implemented in the rebuilding of the throne room had been the addition of her brother's and mother's names, right beside her father's. Shuri had seen to it personally that they were added with respect and honor, no matter how much it hurt to have one more reminder that they were in another plane while she was still on earth.

Shuri had wanted to keep something that reminded her that she was sitting in the exact same spot her father, brother, and mother had sat at one point in their lives. She had done it with the hopes that she could feel the energy, the poise, the leadership each of them had harbored and showed so that she could feel those same things upon sitting on the throne.

The only thing she felt now was a sense of urgency and displeasure at how the Royal Council's meeting had just gone. Words born out of frustration and a desire to rather be ignorant about certain topics had been thrown, along with questions that she knew would only lead to her leadership being questioned. While that would certainly pose a problem, she was more concerned about the current situation and the new players that had decided to show themselves.

A heavy sigh wracked her body, a small groan accompanying it as she leaned forward on the throne. Her hands raised to rub down her face as if she could physically wipe away every single distracting thought that prohibited her from finding the necessary answers.

"How exactly can we trust the word of a girl who not only went after someone close to the Throne of Wakanda but who also has ties to Salvation of Order?"

The River Tribe Elder leaned forward in his seat, one hand gesturing wildly while the other remained clenched around the cane in front of him.

He spoke with enough conviction that a few heads nodded in agreement, small murmurs breaking out amongst the Royal Council that had convened. Each set of eyes in the room trained on their queen, watching as she seemed to be deep in thought.

Shuri had expected as much after relaying the most recent events to the Council, including the confrontation involving you and the capture and detainment of Nondri. She had expected it even more after making them aware of Nondri's ties to S.O.D and how the amount of information she held was no different from how much they had; barely anything. Even so, once a theory had been proposed, they had grabbed it and ran with it; now she had the job of making sure they all made decisions with the facts being presented and not with the fear and anger that still resided in their hearts at this anti-royalist group.

It certainly didn't help when the Mining Tribe's Elder spoke quickly, unable to hold her worries in. Her questions only seemed to pile onto the presumptuous theories that had already been offered, each one only resulting in the Council growing more restless and tense.

"Who's to say that she isn't a part of that group of renegades? Sent here to be an informant- to have one of their people as close to the throne as they can get?"

With the mention of S.O.D came memories of the attacks that had claimed precious lives from the River Province, unresolved feelings of anger and revenge accompanying them. Each person remembered the attacks in their own way and how it had impacted them, and it was clear that each Tribal Leader used those exact memories to sway their opinions on the matter at hand…especially the River Tribe Elder. Since the first mention of the anti-royalist group during the meeting, he had been the one effortlessly keeping the Council's focus on said group.

"What do we know of this informant?"

Okoye's voice was respectful while also commanding the attention of the surrounding elders as she spoke.

"It isn't proven that she's an informant. The palace's Head Challenger, Eza Lindiwe, questioned Miss. Thizondu about her dealings with Salvation of Order. It was concluded that the only ties she has to the organization are that of her uncle and a few distant family members who were involved in the attacks. Other than that, her records show no other ties-"

The General's words were effectively cut off by her own uncle, the Elder that represented the Border Tribe- her home tribe. She was quick to hide the exasperation from the other Elders as it crossed her face, knowing exactly how stubborn he could be, but not quick enough to hide it from Shuri…who honestly couldn't fault her.

"What she does during her free time will not show on her record, so how are we to know for sure that she is not involved? Treason practically runs in her family-"

"-And while that is partially true, the simple fact is that nothing in her record shows any other dealings with Salvation of Order. No suspicious dealings, no questionable decisions, not even an arrest. She attended a village school in the Border Province until graduating from the tertiary level and entering the Hatut Zeraze Initiative. As soon as the attacks happened and knowledge of her family members being involved was known, she was prohibited from completing her training."

Shuri's interjection caused the Council to quickly look at her, their voices ceasing as their queen's voice filled the space.

She wouldn't admit to anyone, but she had more-or-less practiced her "commanding" voice, using the memories of her family members' voices to develop her own to use while sitting on the throne. Needless to say, the voice that escaped her mouth wasn't exactly the one she had perfected, but more so one of pure vexation and impatience. It was obvious that her voice exuded those exact feelings from the way the elders' eyes, full of uncertainty and wariness, looked between her and each other's.

A silence followed her words; one that allowed each of the Elder's worries and fears to drill into her mind, making a home in the already chaotic expanse. Her eyes roamed the half circle comprised of the Council, connecting with each Elder present. They seemed to be looking for something from her…and it only added to her frustration as she came to the conclusion that she didn't know what that something was. She could only guess what it was and hope that it fit her desire to protect not only her country…but you.

"With all due respect, My Queen, it still begs the question of why she attacked your guest-"

"By Hanuman's glory, have you all refused to listen to what she has said?"

M'Baku's voice drowned out the voice of the Mining Tribe's Elder, a look of barely concealed disdain appearing on the older woman's face. The Jabari's leader paid no mind to it, instead leaning forward in his seat to look at all of the faces of the elders.

"The Queen has explained that this woman's reasoning behind her actions was to warn her and her guest. It is unfortunate that she couldn't think of another, more…sensible way to warn her, but nonetheless, that is what we should be focusing on. Who, or what, was she warning us about?"

The look Shuri sent him could only be described as grateful. Not only was he asking logical questions while also pointing out what seemed to be the last priority of the Royal Council, but he had drawn the attention of the Council away from her and to himself. It gave her the chance to confront and wrangle the feelings that speared through her at the mention of you.

It wasn't as simple as locking them behind a wall in her mind, for anything that involved you would always and effortlessly make itself known at the very forefront of her mind, and this time was no different.

Your face, ridden with exhaustion and alarm, flashed through Shuri's mind with a vengeance and with a mission to remind her that it had been in response to something she had done. It reminded her that it wouldn't be the last time she'd hurt you while simultaneously making her question herself on whether or not her decision of…distancing herself was the right thing.

The parts of her that were focused on both your safety and the safety of her country, said yes; it was the right thing. Distractions could only result in more harm coming to you, and that was something she knew she couldn't handle.

The parts of her that physically ached at the thought of distancing herself from you screamed and thrashed, warning her that it wasn't worth it. Going through something like this alone- on either of your parts- was not something that would end well.

All parts were motivated by a feeling of love that cut so deeply, she didn't know how to deal with it, and that's what caused her inner turmoil. That's what caused her to act one way while longing for something that contradicted entirely with her actions. But it was that same turmoil- that same feeling of love- that motivated her to find whatever answers she needed in order for your life to go back to normal.

And having an entire council of leaders who'd rather dwell on hypotheticals that were motivated by fear was holding her back from getting those answers.

A loud, commanding voice broke through Shuri's thoughts, making her quickly tune back into the debate going on in front of her. She didn't have to look at Okoye to see the knowing look on her face, signifying that the General had most definitely seen the second she had spaced out and the second she had joined the current conversation; she'd certainly hear about it later.

"The only known threat to this country right now is Salvation of Order. They've been terrorizing Wakanda for too long- the killings that have been happening on the outskirts of the capital have all been claimed by them."

Now, it didn't matter how fruitless Shuri thought their theories surrounding the Salvation of Order were; they were all able to sit and recognize the darkness and depravedness behind the deaths that had slowly been increasing for the past month or so. The first she had heard of them had been while she was away, attending school. She had been quickly reassured that steps were being taken to find those responsible and to keep the citizens of Wakanda safe…but now they were increasing, and now they were being claimed by Salvation of Order.

And just like that, yet another potential pathway without any clear answers or even clear questions cemented itself in her mind.

"That is the only known threat to Wakanda. What of the unknown? Eh?" M'Baku placed his club in his lap, freeing one of his hands to join the other as he gestured, addressing the Council.

"You would rather go after the organization we are already aware of than focus on the dangers we know nothing about? We know nothing of its origins, its mission, its forces- we know nothing."

He deliberately separated the last word into its two syllables, emphasizing each one with a wave of his hand. That same hand landed back on his club as he continued.

"Besides, this…Nondri never explicitly stated whether or not she was speaking of Salvation of Order-"

"Her refusal to say their name does not mean that she is not involved."

The Mining Tribe's Elder directed an irate look towards M'Baku, who only responded by shrugging one shoulder, leveling a matter-of-fact look towards her. Shuri knew what was coming next, though M'Baku was speaking before she could interject; and while she was the Queen and could interject anytime she wanted to, M'Baku's comments and thoughts were some of the main ones she always listened to, whether they were of a smart-ass nature or not.

However, she knew just by the look on his face what kind of comment it would be.

"If only there were some kind of record that would show any suspicious activities on her part."

"We do not appreciate your tone, Jabari-" The Elder of the River Tribe thumped his cane against the floor once as he spoke, his words slightly slurred due to a combination of his anger and the wooden plate in his lip. The Elders representing the Mining Tribe and the Border Tribe seemed to feed off of the River Tribe Elder's anger, their eyebrows furrowing as they stared at M'Baku. Shuri sat up, her mouth opening and words to end the dispute before it could truly start settling on the edge of her tongue.

"M'Baku has a point." The comment created a lull in the debate, having come from the Merchant Tribe's Elder. She had been silent for most of, if not the entire, meeting, simply retaining the information and thoughts shared and filing them away.

Her eyes, old with wisdom and years far beyond the number Shuri or even a few of the other Elders had ever seen, regarded all of them. While they expressed indifference, the firm set of her mouth as she spoke let on how her patience was running thin.

"Perhaps it would be more logical to see if the young woman knows anything about the deaths that have been occurring. If she does, then it could potentially lead us in figuring out whether she has a deeper connection in all of this. Your Highness," then her eyes were turning to Shuri, fixing her with a stare that was full of both reassurance and persuasion.

"I implore you, and this Council, to take this matter one fact at a time. We cannot deal with it unless we know all of the facts. If we rush ourselves in making these decisions that can affect not only the throne, but the entirety of Wakanda, then we will only have ourselves to blame."

The Merchant Elder's words repeated mercilessly in Shuri's mind as she remained on the throne, the Council having long ago been dismissed. The only person who remained in the room with her was Okoye, who stood silently at her right side. She could feel the General's stare on the side of her face, and it was only after letting out a soft sigh did she straighten and turn to face her.

"…That was certainly a spectacle."

The corner of the young royal's mouth lifted slightly in a rueful grin, her head shaking.

"It was…something." Just as quickly as it appeared, her smile dropped, her eyebrows furrowing in worry.

"Okoye…how did my parents do this? How did my brother do this? I constantly feel as if…everyone expects something of me that fits their opinion- fits their narrative. I don't want to complain, because my parents and brother had to go through much worse, they had to deal with much worse…" her voice trailed off, her eyes landing on the armrest of the throne as she clenched it; the same armrest her family members had clenched in anger, frustration, fear.

"But…its hard when they're not here." Hard was an understatement.

Her words lingered in the air, making the room feel too big without her family. It felt intimidating. It was only another vice around both her mind and her heart, one that didn't know whether it wanted to tighten with the pain of losing them or the healing that she was slowly taking part in.

Okoye stepped until she was in Shuri's line of sight, her eyes showing a different type of grief, but a grief nonetheless.

"Shuri, you're doing exactly what you need to. Being a leader with a huge heart and wanting to satisfy everyone's needs is a hard thing to do. T'Challa knew it. The two of you are similar in that way, you know?"

The familiar, almost breathtaking pang of grief hit her at the mention of her brother's name, even if Okoye's words only brought up good memories. His name would forever be accompanied with that pain, but it would also be accompanied with every good memory that existed regarding him.

Nonetheless, Shuri offered a small, grateful smile to the General.

"I can only wish to be as good of a leader as he was. But thank you, Okoye."

She took a breath, using it to ground herself as much as she could as she once again thought of the next steps to take after the meeting. One hand raised, softly grasping the edge of her chin as she thought.

"Okoye, please tell Eza to meet us in the lab. We have work to do."

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It's a common misconception that peace and quiet are mutually inclusive. One's surroundings could be peaceful because of the lack of a cacophony of sounds and chaos, and vice versa, but it was very possible to have one without the other. It was possible to have one surround your very being while the other sat just out of reach, brushing your fingertips almost mockingly…and you were learning just how much of a pain this occurrence was.

While your mind was the quietest it had been since waking up, you wouldn't exactly call it "peaceful" as you and Aneka walked out of the training room. A thought accompanied every step, focused on how sore you already were and how sore you would be the following day, while between every step, there was something reminding you of all of the thoughts you had yet to fully confront, all of them stemming from the events that seemed to find a permanent, parasitic-like home in your mind.

But your mind was still quiet, thoughts passing the front of your mind before seamlessly joining the constant rotation of other thoughts. You supposed it had something to do with Aneka's words of advice she had given you…and the slight fatigue from learning and exerting your mind as well as your body, making it harder for your mind to think of other unnecessary, taxing thoughts.

Leave it to the universe to throw something into your path that not only dissipated the quiet inhabiting your mind, but made it harder to obtain that peace that would have gone oh-so-well with it.

"General. Ikumkani wam."

Aneka's voice captured the attention of the two women, their heads turning to not only look at Aneka but at you as well. While Okoye's expression changed from being stern to being more collected, the woman you had admittedly, and a little ashamedly been dreading running into, sported one of indifference. There had been a flicker of something else as her eyes had first landed on you, but whatever it was had disappeared. The look she directed towards you could've been directed at someone overstaying their welcome and ignoring the social cues around them, signifying how their presence was affecting everyone.

But, alas; not only was it twisting her face into one that you didn't recognize, but it was also steadily building a wall between the two of you. Steadily, but slowly, so that you could see every metaphorical brick slot into its rightful place, helpless to stop it…angry that Shuri did nothing to stop it. Angry that she didn't look like she wanted to stop it.

You welcomed the anger. It was a hell of a lot better than sulking and asking yourself "why, why, why" when it was obvious that receiving clear answers to those questions was out of the picture.

"Aneka, Y/N." While Okoye's greeting was rather dry, her tone held space for a different interpretation- one that was only emphasized by the way her eyes seemed to communicate something silently with you. It didn't take long at all for you to quickly realize what she was getting at, the memory of her showing up to give you the bag of souvenirs being one of the memories you had no problem confronting. It was only after that moment and before you woke up that was…slightly muddy in your memory. You opted to ignore it for the time being, instead, zeroing in on the conversation her and Aneka were having. Your peripheral granted you the ability to see Shuri as she turned slightly away, her gaze finally relenting it's stiff hold on you.

"How'd she do?"

Aneka looked at you, her eyes narrowing lightheartedly before she turned them back to Okoye. You listened intently to her words, knowing that there'd be a little bit of a difference between the words she had spoken during training and now as she gave a report of sorts to her General (and her queen, the person who had brought up the idea of training sessions in the first place).

"For this to only be her second training session, she isn't failing as much as we expected."

Well…it could be taken as a compliment of sorts. The absence of annoyance or anything akin in her voice prompted you to continue listening instead of interrupting in indignation. Leaning against one of the work tables, you couldn't help letting your eyes wander around the lab while your hearing remained focused on the two women.

The windows spanning across the lab's largest wall were floor to ceiling, giving a perfect view to the landing pad and the bridge that led into the Golden City. The same bridge you, along with Shuri and the entourage of Doras, had crossed the night before.

While the surrounding walls were made out of what looked to be light brown clay, there were plants in different shades of green, sizes, and types spread throughout the lab. Some of them hung from the ceiling in clay or wooden pots while others were displayed in glass cylinders, some even taller than you. The architecture and decor paired with the soft lights and bright sun rays streaming into the lab was a sight beautiful and relaxing enough to make that peace from earlier seem just a little closer.

You let out a sigh, turning over your newly bruised hand in the shaft of sunlight it had fallen into, reveling in the warmth on your skin.

"Her stamina could be improved, but I think you were right; it may be easier to teach her to use some kind of weapon as an extension of herself rather than expect her to extend herself. She isn't the most flexible. Or the fastest."

Okoye's response, a short 'mhm' and a nod, told you that this topic involving you had come up in at least one conversation between the two of them. It made you question exactly what else they had spoken about regarding you.

"Ah, I was sure that would happen. What weapon did you pick?"

Her next question being directed at you made your attention snap to her, the name of the weapon Aneka had taught you right on the tip of your tongue. You swallowed the words, however, as another person, one that you vaguely recognized, walked into the lab. They quickly spotted the four of you, hastily walking over with a file in hand.

"Mholo ngalentsasa."

Challenger Eza, what you had taken to calling her in your mind instead of HC Eza, a name that reminded you too much of MC Hammer, nodded at the four of you. While you were sure that the contents of the folder were of the utmost importance, the second she stepped into the bright and natural light of the lab, you were immediately reminded of the term "black don't crack".

Her skin practically glowed in the sun, soaking up every ray it had to offer. Her locs had been pulled back into one braid last night, but her now slightly wavy locs in the front were pulled back into a knot while the back hung loose. Each shade of brown and dark red was emphasized as she moved her head even in the slightest.

Too busy were you gawking at the older woman's effortless beauty, you didn't realize she was speaking to you until she was offering her hand.

"Oh! My bad- I'm sorry. I'm Y/N."

Even her laugh was melodic and reassuring as she shook your hand firmly, her lips upturned into a welcoming smile.

"Well, it's certainly nice to meet the Queen's vassal, who also happens to be her friend from school."

The mere mention of "school", the place that had brought you and Shuri together in the first place, left a bittersweet taste in your mouth. That time had been so…easy. So carefree, so nice; the opposite of whatever the two of you were going through now. The word 'friend' evoked almost a visceral reaction out of you, a deep breath going through your body as your eyes instinctively landed on Shuri.

In spite of your ever growing frustration and anger at her, you still wanted her to react in some way. Perhaps it was a wish that stemmed from wanting to know that she still cared in any way, even if it seemed improbable that she could just stop caring…but nonetheless, it was a wish that went unanswered as she kept her attention on whatever had seemed to capture her attention.

You couldn't see how her hand clenched against the work station's tabletop before releasing, her thoughts veering in the same direction as yours; you were too busy trying to keep your face nice and open, even though you had a suspicion that Eza would be able to see right through your facade if she really wanted to.

"What are you studying?"

The questions seemed abnormally…normal compared to everything that had happened recently, reminding you of a time that wasn't that far gone but felt a good ways away.

"Uh, Biophysics and Structural Biology." You nodded, offering a small, reserved smile at being put on the spot. Ironically, you couldn't help the quick and panicked question every college student had thought at least a dozen times after not thinking of school for a while: oh shit, do I have homework?

Of course, you don't. It's winter break.

"Ah, so we have another STEM scholar on our hands, yes?"

Eyes widening slightly, you shook your head. A small laugh fell from your lips at her words, feeling as if she were giving you more credit than you deserved.

"I wouldn't exactly say 'scholar'. I'm no straight A student, but I'm passing."

Eza's eyes narrowed slightly, roaming over your face. Her gaze was heavy and intimidating, but not in a way that set off warning bells in your mind; more so in a way that reminded you that behind that heaviness sat years of wisdom and experience.

"Not everyone passes a subject such as Biophysics and Structural Biology, least of all, get as far as you have. Be proud of it."

Her words harbored that same caring but no-bullshit tone that one often received when talking to a black woman who had no problem showing someone she cared. Had she been in the states, you were sure she would have been the kind of black woman to go around, calling young people "baby" and making them tear up. Hell, you were close to tearing up now just from the sound of confidence in her voice; confidence that was directed at you.

"Yes ma'am."

She nodded at you, her smile growing, before she turned to face Shuri. Her back was still turned, though she turned as soon as Eza addressed her.

"Ngangamsha. I brought the report you asked for, as well as something else that I think will help our search. After hearing about this morning's meeting, I figured it'd be best to pull this information as well for this meeting."

Eza walked to the table where Shuri stood, putting two files in front of her. Shuri's eyebrows furrowed, her eyes taking on the focused glint you had seen in them countless times when working on something. The glint usually showed up whenever she had been anticipating something only for it to finally come through. It was a stark contrast to the flat, unfamiliar look they had been harboring mere seconds ago...the same look she had directed at you.

Eza's words were a reminder that there had in fact been a meeting this morning, one that you of course hadn't been invited to for obvious reasons, but one that you had assumed you'd learn about. If last night's events, and the events leading up to then, had been discussed, then it wasn't wrong to assume that you'd be kept in the loop.

"I know the credence behind Nondri's words aren't exactly solid, but the Council should understand-"

"Royal Council matters should be kept amidst the Royal Council and those we permit access to."

You heard Shuri's words, yet you didn't immediately process them. The meaning behind them only cemented in your mind as the other three women immediately looked at you...because who else would she be talking about?

Silence followed Shuri's words, surrounding the five of you in a tense bubble. However, you heard a faint roaring in your ears- one brought on by a slow growing anger and an acute feeling of embarrassment as the other women glanced at you. Their gazes ranged from surprised to cautious as you repeated Shuri's words, surprised that she had the gall to say something like that.

Never had you seen her use her royal status in this way. You never would've thought that she'd use her royal status against you; someone who had always ignored and simultaneously acknowledged that status and how important it was. Someone who could recognize that importance, but never let it get in the way of calling her a friend. Calling her something else.

The realization settled in your mind with a heaviness; your eyebrows furrowed in astonishment, and your tongue was sharp as barbed wire as you let your words spill from your mouth, unbridled.

"Oh, so it's 'Royal Council matters' now? Only when I'm in the room, right?"

The breath that went through Shuri's body was deep, and so was your feeling of frustration as silence followed. It thickened, the tension between you and Shuri becoming even more evident to Okoye, Aneka, and Eza.

Her eyes were focused on the files in front of her while her hands were splayed out on the table, arms locked and holding herself over it. Her curls that dropped in front of her face blocked her face from you, but that didn't stop you. You didn't want to see the frustration or annoyance or regret or anything on her face; you wanted her to hear you. You wanted her to feel the same embarrassment you were feeling, even if it were just a lighter version of it.

Your next words were preceded with a scoff, a dark and humorless laugh underlying them.

"Well, do I have permission to speak, your highness?"

The combination of your words and the tone in your voice finally made her look up, just barely hiding the slightly angry look that had ghosted over her face as her eyes met yours. Her voice matched yours, low and tense, and her eyes held a hint of a warning.

Good.

"Don't do that-"

"Do what? Hm?"

You tilted your head, feigning ignorance that was only overshadowed by the sheer amount of attitude in your voice. It only took a few steps for you to approach the other side of the table she stood behind, and you kept her gaze the entire time.

"Speak as if…we are strangers."

"Well, it's sure as hell feeling like it, Shuri."

You certainly felt the dejection from the night before, but now it was eclipsed by the desire to let your frustrations known. She certainly had in a more physical way, so why couldn't you? Why couldn't you show her how her actions affected you?

"What is that supposed to mean-"

"It means that this whole little...front you puttin' on is getting old, and I'm already getting fed up with it."

Whatever insinuation she had come up with on her own was enough to make her step around the table, her nostrils flaring in anger as she approached you. Her proximity made you straighten, your head tilting back enough to keep your gaze connected with hers. Her words were spoken through a clenched jaw and the warning that resided in her eyes only increased, smoldering as they peered into yours.

"The only front being put on is you thinking you can help in any way."

"What the hell did you just-"

"Enough."

Okoye's voice was strong and firm enough to cut through the band of tension that had been steadily growing tighter around the two of you. Her interjection caused it to snap, both you and Shuri blinking at one another with varying degrees of disappointment and exasperation on your faces. Your chest rose and fell quickly. The skin on your neck and cheeks were hot; a mixture of the anger simmering just beneath the surface of your skin and the heat of Shuri's gaze.

"The two of you are quite frankly too old to be arguing like this- especially given the current set of circumstances that you both have been dealt."

The disappointment that laced Okoye's words wrapped around the two of you, though it did nothing to get rid of the anger and disbelief coursing through your veins. You tried to convey every ounce of it through your unmoving gaze, Shuri returning your stare with one of her own. The corners of her mouth tightened at Okoye's words, but that was the only kind of acknowledgment she offered.

"I don't know what has gotten into either of you, and frankly, I don't think I want to know, but you can certainly set it aside for the sake of this meeting, yes?"

Could you do that? Could you be a part of this meeting, even while knowing that Shuri didn't want you there? Even while knowing that she apparently believed you couldn't do anything to help- that you had no purpose?

You nodded in response to Okoye's question, your eyes narrowing slightly before finally looking away and at the General. The feeling of more words waiting to be spewed on the tip of your tongue prompted you to keep it shut as you nodded once more, trying to convey an apology with your eyes.

Okoye's eyes seem to inspect yours for a second before she turned to Shuri, whose gaze you could still feel on the side of your face. You wouldn't give her the pleasure of seeing how her words affected you, whether she took pleasure in it or not.

As she communicated silently with her queen, your eyes glanced over at Aneka and Eza, seeing their slightly sympathetic and calculating gazes roam over your being. You felt conflicted on whether to accept that sympathy or push it to the side with the other emotions you couldn't be bothered to deal with. Accepting their sympathy would just solidify Shuri's actions and words towards you; that would only result in you having to confront the fact that you didn't know exactly how to deal with her.

"Y/N, I am sure you'd like to stay and learn about the information we've collected so far, as you are just as much a part of this as anyone…" the small downturn of her lips told you what was coming next, and you weren't surprised when you felt another wave of anger course through you, but not directed at Okoye. "But there are certain…topics that would be best left to the Council to discuss in a formal gathering."

Perhaps it had been too wishful of a thought that despite the Wakandan royal's recent change in character towards you, she'd still recognize that you were in the situation she was in, albeit, with different stakes at risk. But that wishful thought had been all but snuffed out in a few words that their queen had spoken.

"I think what the General is trying to say is that you are welcome to sit in on this meeting, but we can't guarantee that you won't feel a sense of…confusion or even exclusion." Eza stepped forward, her voice warm but with a hint of caution in it.

"Any questions you pose have a chance of being inexplicable simply because we aren't allowed to share that information. We completely understand if you'd rather wait until after this meeting when one of us can explain everything-"

"I'd rather stay, but thanks for the warning."

You weren't worried about her receiving your dry and stiff tone as being directed towards her, as you were sure that she was observant enough to know that the exact opposite was the truth. The spite that speared through you at her words, only prompted by Shuri's decision to keep you out of the loop, was palpable in your words. It was evident in your actions as you leaned against a station across from Shuri, crossing your arms and hardening your gaze once again.

"Please. By all means."

Eza watched you for a second longer before letting out a sigh and turning to the other women present, her eyes connecting with Shuri's. You were grateful that she was the one to further the meeting, for you weren't sure if you'd be able to hold your tongue if Shuri uttered another word.

"My Queen, one folder holds the details of the attacks from 6 years ago, while the other holds Miss. Thizondu's evaluations from when she entered the Hatut Zeraze Initiative.

"Miss. Thizondu's uncle, N'Gezi Thizondu, was one of the known insurgents, and he's currently still imprisoned, along with a few family members. But, according to the details, N'Gezi may have had more of a hand in them than we originally thought."

Shuri straightened, her eyebrows furrowing.

"How much of a hand?"

"…Enough to warrant questioning him."

The sigh that left Shuri's mouth was drawn out, weighed down with resolve. The exhaustion underlying her words could be heard by every person present, including you.

The desire to comfort her was strong as it pierced through the layer of spite that had surrounded your heart ever since stepping into the lab. It didn't matter how irritated or frustrated you were with her…the desire only reminded you of the position she was in, and against your spiteful wishes, you…just wanted to be there for her.

But you couldn't be there for her if she didn't want you to be. Not if she continued to push you away. It didn't take a master's degree or a genius level IQ to understand why she was pushing you away, and you were trying your hardest to understand; but your tolerance could only go so far…even with someone who held your heart in their very hands; with someone who had the power to either continue tightening their grip on it or release it in order to care for it.

It was hard to do so when that same person tried their hardest to alienate you.

"Hold up…can we backtrack to the deaths that were mentioned earlier?"

You were quickly reminded that the women around you all held an obligation to their queen, and right now, that obligation included keeping certain information from you.

"Or not. Since we're keeping secrets now."

The frustration came back with a vengeance, and you could only roll your eyes and throw your hands up in exasperation at the silence that followed. Eza turned to you, a subtle apologetic look on her face. Her lips parted, undoubtedly preparing to be the peacemaker in the situation, but another voice filled the space.

"That'll be our next step. We'll travel to Wakanda's reformatory to question N'Gezi to see what he knows, and see how it compares to what Nondri knows."

Shuri nodded assuredly after speaking, but the confidence in her voice did nothing to hide the look on her face at your words. She continued regardless, making it a point to address Aneka, Okoye, and Eza only.

Oh, she was about to get it.

"Eza, you'll question him once we are there; you'll be able to extract the necessary information, but for now, I want you and Okoye to talk to Miss Thizodu once more. Maybe her memory has improved since last night. I'll go and look through the palace records. There has to be something there that can help us. Aneka," Shuri turned to face Aneka who stood right near you, her eyes briefly landing on you and sending a jolt of anticipation racing through your limbs.

"You and Y/N can return to what you two were doing."

You saw Aneka nod out of the corner of your eye before turning to you, presumably to lead you to wherever she had in mind; you, however, were too busy staring at Shuri. You silently urged her to look at you, and when she finally did, it didn't feel like a reward. It didn’t feel like a step in the right direction; it felt like a slap to the face, how indifferent her gaze was as it landed on you.

It stung even more when she turned around without another word, her steps leading her to the exit of the lab. The stinging sensation only turned to a burning anger that continued to fester as she walked further away from you…and then you were following right behind her despite the sensible part of your brain telling you not to.

Her strides were long and purposeful, and it hurt to think that that purpose had to do with you and how quickly she could get away.

"Shuri-"

"Go back to Aneka."

Her dismissive tone prompted you to speed up until you were close enough to reach out to her, though you refrained from doing so. A pang of shame shook you as memories from the night before flooded your brain; the sound of the chair being thrown, the sound of it clattering to the floor, the look of pure anger on her face as she had done it…and the fear that had seized your body.

That fear was absent now, stemming from your body's instinctive response to a multitude of triggers; but the apprehension to approach her, especially after her recent attitude, was all yours.

"Look here- I understand you have a lot on your plate as the damn queen, I understand that, but maybe you can dial back the hostility a little bit? I mean, damn, I feel like I did something wrong."

Shuri's steps came to a stop, her body whirling around to face you. Her eyebrows were furrowed, an incredulous look on her face that you should've taken as a warning. Nonetheless, you stayed rooted to the spot, even as she began taking steps towards you.

Her movements were slow, and through the blaring warning alarms in your mind, you couldn't help but liken them to…well, a panther's.

How fucking ironic.

"You understand? You understand?"

Whereas her laughter from your time at the festival would forever be imprinted in your mind, carefree, happy, her smile the epitome of 'could light up a room', the laugh that escaped her mouth now only sent electricity through your limbs. It could be likened to being scared abruptly, making one's body tense as if ready to run while their mind still worked on processing whatever had scared them.

"Tell me, Y/N, what exactly do you understand?"

Gone was the warmth that usually coated your name when it left her mouth. Another weight, teeming with a sense of unease, settled on your chest. It only increased, acting as a vice as she continued.

"Its clear that you think you're the only one who can find the answers and fix all of this. That's why you're acting like…this." You motioned at her towering figure, quickly pulling your hand away when it lightly brushed against the fabric of her collared shirt. You didn't quite know how to interpret the feeling that jolted through you at the contact.

"That's why you're pushing me- and only me- away when all I'm trying to do is help. Its not right, Shuri."

For a second, you could've sworn that the mask had dropped, allowing you just a glimpse into the same desperation that laced your words. The prospect of your words finally getting through her stubborn mind caused the vice to lessen…though it was temporary.

"I don't want your help."

Her words made you step back, the venom behind them not only tightening the vice around your chest, but hitting you like a brick wall. Eyebrows furrowing, you watched as she shook her head in…annoyance? Disappointment? Detest?

"Nor do I need it. There is nothing you can do to help me, do you understand?"

You clenched your jaw, not really choosing to stay silent, but rather having nothing to say back. Your breaths were slow and deliberate; an attempt on your part to keep your anger at bay as she continued speaking to you without a care in the world.

"You know what'll make it just a little fucking easier? If you stop acting like you know more than you do. If you stay out of my way so that maybe, just maybe, I can figure out how to fix this before something else happens."

Her proximity suddenly felt suffocating, wrapping around you with an intensity that made you take another step back in an effort to escape it. It was almost taunting, only providing a tainted memory of the previous times she had wrapped you in her embrace. Now those memories were exactly that: memories, and not a sensation that you could look forward to. Not when she was like this.

Your voice was rough with emotion as you spoke, echoing off of the metal walls of the hallway the two of you stood in. You couldn't care less about who could walk around the corner and see you; her words had already pushed you to a point where your only concern was making her listen to you.

"Who the hell are you right now? This ain't the same person I met back at school-"

"Well maybe you don't know me as well as you think you do."

The mere thought of her words holding any level of truth made you freeze, your eyes staying connected with hers in an effort to find just one semblance that she was lying…because if she wasn't, then what the hell had all of this been? What had all of her words and actions, layered with sentiment and perceived feelings, meant? If she wasn't lying, that meant every second you had spent convincing yourself that there was something there had been in vain; it had all been preconceived notions on your part. It made you question yourself. It made you question her and everything you had come to feel and know about her.

You had words for her, there was no doubt about that. But you knew that if you were to lash out at her, then she'd just be seeing an anger that stemmed from a love that held more questions than answers. She'd have a front row viewing to an emotion that was intense enough to knock you off of your feet…and you were done giving her that.

"You know what?" You internally cursed at the sound of your voice cracking slightly as you took a step forward. A deep breath wracked your body, shaking slightly on the way out as you fought the feeling of tears gathering in the corners of your eyes.

"Fuck you, Shuri, and all that self-righteous bullshit."

The sight of her simply standing there, her expression still the same as it was since stepping into the damn hallway made your anger flare more.

She doesn't care.

You stalked past her, shoulder brushing against hers and making her step back. If you were to continue looking at her, you were afraid that the tears that now rolled down your face would be misinterpreted as tears of pain and an overwhelming sense of sadness. You'd be damned if you gave her that.

"You should've left me on that damn sidewalk."

You didn't bother turning back to see if she had heard your words, because you knew she had. They were a last attempt to get some sort of reaction out of her, though you didn't have to turn around to know that they failed to do so.

The only solace you gained from walking away was knowing that despite being the one to increase the distance between the two of you literally, you hadn't been the one to make the first fissure in your friendship. Shuri had done that all by herself.

Mholo ngalentsasa: good morning

Ngangamsha: Your majesty

A/N: heyyyyy yaalllllll *smiles as if I haven't been gone for two weeks*

I'm so sorry for the wait, school has been taking all of my attention for the past few weeks. Academic counselors not knowing what they're doing which then makes it harder for me to get the education I need, but THIS AINT ABOUT ME.

I hope y'all enjoyed this part! Shuri has definitely put herself in position that not only makes everything worse for her, but now you're questioning the relationship that you two had. She thinks she's doing the right thing, but ironically, when it comes to your safety, our brilliant, genius, smart as hell queen be trippin <3 still love her though

I would greatly appreciate it if you reblogged and/or left a comment! It really makes my day reading yalls comment.

I hope y'all's week goes well! Stay safe y'all <3

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thegreatestsandwich · 1 year

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Hi! So I see you're still open fic request, aND I'M IN LOVE WITH ALL OF YOUR NAMOR FIC🥹🥹 *really got me in tears

If you don't mind, I would like to request another Namor fic with his pregnant wife. I like to imagine how would he react after her or maybe Namora telling him that she's pregnant. It just wonderful if you have any cute ideas to add<3

Like, if he thanking her or announce to his people that they are getting a new family member

Thankyou so much for the works! Have a great day!☺️

This life’s sweeter than fiction (Namor x F!reader)

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Pairing: Namor x F!reader

Word count: 1.2k

Summary: You knew there was something off with your body, now you most tell him and hope he was as excited as you were for the future

Warning: Nothing to be honest, just the must pure of purest fluff, I think.

A/N: Guess who keeps writing for this beautiful man? Yes, me, and I won't stop

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

It was your full bladder that had woken you early and made you slip out of Namor’s hold, as you stumbled your way into the washroom still half-asleep. You stayed still for a moment, frowning when you noticed something wasn´t quite right. You tried to awake your brain a little bit to try and focus if there was anything wrong with your body, but nothing set off any alarm bells or made you feel agitated or apprehensive. It was quite the oppositive, you felt different and it was making you a little mad not knowing what was happening.

You shook your head, and after finishing your business you returned to the bed, not caring if you woke Namor up while you tried to get comfortable once again, you grasped his arm and hold it up, dropping it on your waist. You felt his chest ruffled with laughter and a soft kiss on your shoulder before holding you closer to his body. You close your eyes contently and tried to get back to sleep.

That’s when you opened it.

You were pregnant.

How the hell did that happened? Okey, you knew how it had happened but you didn’t think it would be this fast, I mean, it was a few days after your union, you thought you needed to well, do it more times?

No wonder why your bladder was a pain every single hour of the day, you couldn’t sleep as the fog cleared from your mind, and you felt…happy? You always wanted a family of your own, after your mother decided to only had you and no more children, you wanted a big family. In the few months you had been married to Namor, he had gone quite protective of you and you wanted to think he was ready to have a family, but you couldn’t tell him yet, you needed to make sure it was a reality.

When you open your eyes once again, you noticed Namor’s side of the bed empty, you sighed while your eyes stared at the ceiling, you needed to make your way to K’ha’nha, one of the oldest women in the village, she would definitely tell you if your suspicions were correct.

The way to her small corner was an eventful one, every talokanil nodded at your way, a form of courtesy, addressing you as their queen. You smiled, trying to force it to be natural and not a strained one. You gently knocked at the door and K’ha’nha greeted you with a warm embrace.

“In wojel Ba'axten a te'ela', in reina.” I know why you are here, my queen. The old woman smiled, guiding you to a sit and offering you some food. “Buka'aj k'iin ku beetik a wojel?” How long have you known? She asked you.

“Bixi?” How? You asked her confused. “Táant u notar o'oniak.” I just noticed last night.

K’ha’nha smiled, holding your hands in hers. “Táan a resplandeciente, in reina.” You are glowing, my queen.

And you knew she wouldn’t tell you how does she knew, but you didn’t care, as it was now confirmed.

You waited for your husband patiently, sitting on the bed with your legs crossed. Although you never had a way with words, you had never found yourself without them when you married Namor, but there was something about telling him this news that made you worry for his reaction, so you brace yourself for it. Your emotions were all over the place, but mostly you were happy. You were happy, scared and shocked, but mostly happy.

And a part of yourself feared he wouldn’t feel the same.

You stared at the entrance of your shared place and when he finally entered, you force yourself to remained sited on the bed. Namor noticed there was something off with you and the deepest part of himself wanted to be closer to you, hold you and protected you from anything that caused you to be stressed.

He walked closer, kneeling in front of you and holding your hands in his. “What is it?” He spoke in english, still trying to get you used to that strange language, something a queen needed to do to help protect the kingdom. “You are stressed.”

“Teene’…”

“English, you need practice.”

You sighed, closing your eyes, trying to form the sentence in your head. “I am pregnant?” It ended as a question, the words still a bit wobbly on your tongue. How much you hated not being able to speak your mother tongue.

Namor stared at you without moving and you tried to smiled a little to sooth whatever was on his mind. “I went to K’ha’nha, she say I was.”

“I…I have no idea what to say, in yakunaj.” Even though he encourage you to speak in english, he still never said my love in that language, a bit dirty on his tongue, not calling you his love in other way that it wasn’t his mother tongue.

“I do not want you to say anything.” You kissed his hands. “I just need to know if we are ready with this.”

“Ready?” Your smile fell a little when he asked that, and Namor hated himself for it. “In yakunaj.” He leaned forward and kissed you, a bit greedily. He was happy, no. He was excited. Namor rested his forehead against yours as he spoke. “The moment I decided to be yours, I would be only yours. You have made me want things I never would have expected to want.” He massaged your stomach gently. “You had given me so much yet I have not given in return, I cannot lose you not after that day, not again."

You frowned. “K'uk'ulkan, you have given me enough, you had given me this gift, you will not lose me...us”

Namor laughed, a few tears straining his eyes as his gaze was drawn to your stomach. “How does it feel?” He softly asked you. Your hands drying away some tears that managed to escape his eyes. “To have my sanity in your hands.” His hand wrapped at your neck from behind, dragging you forward until his lips were on your forehead. He would do anything to protect you…to protect the both of you.

“Dramatic.” You smiled, using once again that word he thought you long ago.

He chuckled, shaking his head before kissing you. “I must prepare the others.”

“Prepare?”

“Yes.” He kissed you again. “The celebration must began preparations.”

“Celebration?” You stared at him in confusion as he was standing up and walking to the entrance. “I do not understand?”

“You have given me the greatest news, the others must know so we can celebrate the addition of another talokalin, my child.” Namor smiled brightly before leaving you there. Confuse and afraid of how big this celebration would be.

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writingintheshadowsforever · 1 year

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Imagine bonding with the people of Talokan when Namor gives you a tour

“You made me promise not to go back to Wakanda unless I was summoned, I highly doubt your mother is going to invite back in.” Namor finally said after staring you down for five minutes to see if you were serious with your last request.

“I know that’s why I asked her to make the beach neutral ground for you” You told him. Your lips tugging upward into a small smirk when he hissed something in his mother tongue. That you couldn’t understand, but from the look of frustration on his face. It wasn’t a nice word.

“I left my home and my family behind to bring peace and unity to both of our nations. While no offense Namor you really didn’t have to give up much. I know my brother put Talokan in a tough spot when he opened up Wakanda to the rest of the world, but it’s not like he knew about you guys. The least you could do is find some common ground with my mother. It would make all of this a whole lot easier.”

Namor was quiet again contemplating his options. He didn’t have a real reason to say yes considering you already made it clear. You weren’t going to recant on the deal no matter what, and that’s what scared you the most about asking him to do this. He could just say no and there would be nothing you could do about it. Your family had been through enough heartache in the past year, and you knew your mother wouldn’t ever have peace at heart again. If she spent all her days feeling like she failed to protect you, and that you were down here suffering in silence. If her and Namor could form some kind of connection maybe that would ease all of her worries.

“How is she going to know to meet me on the beach?” He asked.

“I left her a letter asking her to” You replied.

Namor raised an eyebrow at you realizing you had really thought of everything and had already planned this after accepting his proposal. “I’ll consider it mi amour.”

“Okay that’s a start honestly I was expecting you to just say no” You said.

“Come let’s give you a tour of your new home” Namor replied changing the subject. He motioned for you to follow him, and started walking in the direction of pool of water in the underwater cave. This time instead of holding onto him, and letting him do all the work. You just swam beside him as he led you down to dark depths of the bottom of the ocean. His hand took a hold of yours when the two of reached the water tunnel too keep you from fighting against the rip currents. Just like before the tunnel came to an end spitting the two of you out into a vast open space of nothing. Namor held onto your hand leading the path to Talokan.

The sight was just as breathtaking this time as it was the first time. You don't think it was something you would ever get tired of seeing just like returning home to Wakanda. You formed an air bubble around your head. Not for breathing, but so you would be able to actually communicate with him and the rest of Talokan with words. Because unlike them you couldn't exactly talk while underwater. Namor looked back letting a small smile form on his face at the sight. His people were out and about just like last time swimming from place to place with all of the buildings connected to each other.

"So does a tour include a stop at all of the hotspots like a restaurant, because I'm really hoping you guys have something. Other than seaweed for me to eat while I'm down here."

Namor came to a halt. "Are you hungry my love?"

"Not yet but I will be eventually, and like I said I would like an actual meal for when I'm down here besides underwater vegetation.

"Do you think we're vegetarians?"

"I would assume so yes considering your love for the ocean and the life down here."

"I do have respect which is why we eat what nature provides for us. We might not have the meat you're use to on the surface, but we can still provide you with a source of protein. Although we tend to eat our fish as raw." He told you.

"Okay so fish not my favorite food especially raw." You muttered under your breath. A major change in your diet was something you'd really thought about until now.

"You can always cook the fish when you return to the cave maybe I can even give you a few suggestions" Namor offered.

"That could work" You agreed as a family swan by the two of you, and came to a stop eyes focused on your hand connected with his.

Namor released your hand to bring his wrists together, facing outward toward the family. They repeated the gestured bowing their head to their king.

You copied him with a small smile.

Namor spoke to the family in the mother tongue and nodded his head in your direction. The family turned back to you with a joy filled eyes and bowed their heads.

You shook your head and held up your hands in protest. "There's no need for that at least not yet." It didn't seem right to you for them to be showing you so much respect. When they didn't even know you yet, but then again they saw Namor as a god. So if he said you were their queen now it made sense that they didn't question it.

Namor said something else with a grin. The family nodded and swam away with the mother throwing one more glance over her shoulder.

"What did you say to them?" You asked

"I told them you were being modest and to take it easy." Namor answered with a knowing look. "I told you my people would accept you with open arms."

"Well I would still like earn their respect and love" You said.

"That is why we're here love let's go."

Over the next few hours Namor gave you the more in-depth tour to of Talokan, that he couldn't give you the first time. It turns out the underwater city did very much have restaurants, parks, and even a strip of building dedicated to shops. Everywhere he took you the people of Talokan stared in awe and curiosity. No one really hesitated to come up to meet you, and just like with the family. They would bow their head in respect, and a few of them even gifted you items like jewelry and clothing. It got to be a bit overwhelming so it was a bit refreshing when a group of kids tugged on your hand to get you to follow them. Where they were playing a game of putting a ball throw a sideways hoop.

Namor floated a few feet away watching as you played with the kids with a look of adoration.

Wakanda

Dear mother,

I'm sorry I left and took away your chance to give me a proper sendoff and a real goodbye. I know it must be hard for you with me gone and not knowing when you will see me again. But please don't let yourself be buried in grief and regret. This was my decision and for the best instead of seeing it as a bad thing. Look at it as a victory Wakanda now has a ally who can match us in strength. If the other countries ever do try to invade us with Talokan on our side. None of them will stand a chance and like I saying, with time I may come to love Namor. But I know right now there is turmoil in your heart, because you don't think that this is possible. You believe you let your oldest daughter go off to marry a underwater devil, and did nothing to protect me. Mother I want to put your heart at ease, so whenever you're ready come to the beach. The one where I used to train with T'Challa at it will be neutral grounds for the people of Talokan.

When you find it in your heart to be able to forgive him for everything he did. Namor will be there to make peace with you. I want the unity between Wakanda and Talokan to be real, and not just a fabrication from a power marriage.

I love you mother.

Queen Ramonda read the letter for the third time in a row. It had only been a two days since you were gone, and your absence was still felt everywhere throughout Wakanda. The Council weren't happy with her decision to let you go especially after the revelation of your powers. One of the elders had the gall to call her a fool in front of everyone during a meet yesterday. Shuri ordered the elder to leave the room with a look of hatred.

Shuri was working nonstop to find a way to finally restored the heart-shaped herb. Even with the newfound peace that came from your decision. She believed it was time for Wakanda to get their protector back, and was ready to take on the mantle. Some like M'Baku were still paranoid that the threat of war was still looming.

A comforting hand came to rest upon her shoulder causing her to jump a little bit. It was Nakia taking a seat beside her wrapping her arm around her shoulder. "I'm guessing it's the content of Princess y/n's letter that has you at war with yourself."

"She wants me to forgive Namor and go to the beach to meet with him." Queen Ramonda told her handing the letter over.

Nakia accepted the letter reading over it a few times before setting it down. "She didn't put a time limit on your forgiveness mother. If you're not ready to come to peace with him then just give it a bit more time."

"But what about the state of Wakanda? If I hold onto this grudge and keep seeing him as the enemy. So will the Council, my soldiers, and Shuri no one will be able to completely move on and focus on the real threats. Y/N agreed to go to Talokan with Namor to neutralize the threat of war. If we can't let her go we will reignite it."

Nakia knew the Queen was only speaking the truth yesterday in the room. M'Baku proposed the idea of going down to Talokan and taking you from Namor's clutches by force if necessary. It was her and Okoye who was now back on the council thanks to a personal recommendation from you. Who was able to convince him and the elders that the plan was a bad idea. All it took was a reminder of what Namor and his people did after Nakia rescued Shuri and Riri. This time Namor would take an attack more personally, and even you might be unable to contain his rage.

"If you wish to speak with him my Queen I will accompany you, but please just be sure you are truly ready for this." Nakia said squeezing her shoulder.

"Do I have another choice?" Queen Ramonda whispered to herself. The sooner she fell in line and came to terms with your decision. The sooner Wakanda could truly move on to the next chapter.

Talokan

The tour ended after Namor took you see his throne, and the craftsmanship of it made your jaw-drop. You questioned rather or not it was made out the jaws of the shark were real. When you pressed a finger to one of the teeth, and discovered it was sharp enough to draw blood. That answered your question he watched in awe as the injury healed itself with a glow from the water.

Namor gave you the opportunity to sit upon the throne but you turned him down, and at the unmistakable sound of your stomach growling. You and him took the journey back to the underwater cave system. Where a small raging fire was already going thanks to his orders.

You sat by the fire in a change of clothes letting the heat of it warm your body. Namor dove back into the water insisting he knew where to find the best tasting fish in all of the ocean. Twenty minutes later he would return with a couple of large gray and chubby fish on the tip of a spear.

"I believe on the surface world your people know these guys as groupers" He told you.

"Not really big on seafood so I wouldn't know" You replied with a light shrug.

You watched as he prepared the fish by removing the eyeballs before placing them on a stick, so they could cook over the fire. Once they were setup Namor took a seat beside on the log. He removed his robe from around his shoulders and without a word threw it over your back, and clasping it back together at your neck. You turned to him with a look of surprise. The robe was extremely soft and literally felt like being wrapped up in a cloud.

"You were good with my people today I think they're already in love with you" He said staring into the fire.

"I think it was mostly curiosity after all how many outsiders do they see in their city."

"You were the first and your sister was the second, but that's not the point. Did you see the way some of the acted towards you?"

"Yeah but your people worship you Namor of course they're going to trust your judgement. They know you wouldn't do anything to put them in jeopardy, or put someone unworthy on the throne beside you."

Namor turned his head to the side to look at you, bringing a hand to your cheek. You looked up as well making eye contact with him. "That's just the thing mi amour I didn't know if I could truly trust you with my people till today. You were kind and gentle with them."

"Your people were kind and gentle with me." You whispered.

"I've seen a lot of humans kill those who are kind and gentle" He murmured. An emotion in his voice that you couldn't exactly pinpoint, but it was as if he was broken by something. It reminded you that there was a lot about his history, and Talokan that you didn't know about.

"Not all humans are the same one day you're going to let me prove that to you." You said leaning in closer to rest your forehead on his.

"Maybe mi amour" He replied with a smirk.

The crackling fire, and the rushing water were the only sounds to fill the cave. As you and him just sat there taking in so much that had happened in the past two days. A newfound sense of hope was worming itself into your heart wiping out the uncertainty. Before today you really did question rather or not you made the right choice. So much of your plan was based off how well you handled the massive change of scenery. You were worried you wouldn't be able to adjust to Talokan and call it your home. While you weren't ready to pack your bags and go live in the underwater city. You were more sure about your decision than before. For Namor watching you bond with his people brought settled any thoughts. He had about you being unable to fit in, and his people not accepting you. He talked a big game but deep down the King has his doubts, but seeing you adapt so easily. Also brought upon another unsettling conflict that wasn't there before.

"I'm sorry for what I did to your mother" Namor whispered out of nowhere.

Your eyes which had closed a minute ago snapped open in shock at his words. You pulled back from him to study his expression. The look of regret was present as his eyes averted to the fire. He reached forward to turn the slowly cooking fish over.

"Thank you Namor but I'm not the only one who needs to hear that. If you truly are sorry then please tell my mother" You pleaded.

"How will I know when she's at the beach I have no way of summoning her."

You shrugged your shoulders. "I don't know you'll just have to trust that she will be there."

"The fish is done" was his response as he lifted the stick from over the fire. You figured the conservation was over for now, and was to hungry to keep arguing about it. So you let it go for the time being to enjoy dinner with him. It turned out Namor wasn't lying when he said it truly was the best fish in the ocean. Afterwards you could feel your eyelids getting heavy and he could see how tired you were. So you made your way to the giant hammock that was still acting as your bed. Surprisingly enough like everything else here it was super comfy, and you had no problem falling asleep in it covered up with Namor's robe still.

It was while you slept well into the night Namor slipped out of the cave and made his way to the beach. He peeked his head out of the water eyes scanning the shore, and just as he was getting ready to call it. A soft roaring sound filled the air from above, and he looked up to see white lights flashing from the sky. Namor rose from the ocean and hovered in the air.

A few minutes later two figures walked out of the trees stopping right where the water met the shore. He flew over to them pausing a few feet away to keep a comfortable distance between them and him. "I didn't think you would come."

It was Queen Ramonda with Nakia by her side.

"My daughter asked me to."

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