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feyhunter78 · 1 year

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Healer's Flight

Description: Your would-be assassin picked the wrong beach to ambush you on.

Reader is an immortal mutant with healing powers.

It’s a beautiful beach, one with pristine sands, and cool breezes, the scent of sea salt on the air, and clear waters reflecting the stars that dotted the night sky. You loved this beach, held its location safe within your chest, nestled beside your heart.

Loved, past tense, because now you were afraid, feet digging into the sand as you ran, heart pounding against your chest like a war drum. You veered towards the water, one foot landing in the surf, your heart taking flight, but then he caught you, yanking you back by your hair.

“I said, stop fucking running.” He growled, his grip on your hair tight, pulling at your scalp, as his arms wrapped around you.

“Let me go, you Nazi bitch.” You fought against him, trying to break free of his hold, but it was useless. This wasn’t a normal low-level assassin, this was an enhanced.

His grip tightened on you, squeezing like a vice grip, and you felt your lungs began to stutter, unable to draw in oxygen.

Tears began to roll down your face, dripping onto his bare arm.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be over soon.” He cooed mockingly.

“You’re a monster.” You choked out, nails clawing at his skin.

“Me? I’m not the mutant freak. I’m doing the world a favor by getting rid of you.”

You weren’t a threat to humans, you were a healer, all you did was lie low and try to help those who needed it. That’s all you had been doing for five hundred years.

“K’uk’ulkan.” You whimpered out, as your vision began to fade, hoping the gods would take mercy on you, and allow you a final vision of him before you died.

“Kool-la-what? Are you casting a spell on me, witch?” The assassin snarled, releasing his grip ever so slightly.

Your hand was free, and you gripped his arm, focusing on the spot where your skin connected.

He swore and dropped you, holding his arm close to his chest. There in the shape of your hand was decaying flesh, black and rotted.

You struggled to your knees, desperately sucking in air as your lungs seized. “Yes, I am.”

You weren’t, but he didn’t need to know that.

The assassin lunged at you, and you threw your body to the side, landing in the surf, hands glowing a bright gold.

You pushed the hair out of your face, tense and waiting for his next move, when you heard something whiz by you, then a solid thud. You looked up to see the assassin lying on his back, a spear imbedded in his chest.

Large warm hands pulled you to your feet. “In yakunaj, are you hurt?”

K’uk’ulkan’s low voice was a balm to your panicked mind, and your fingers found purchase in the bejeweled collar he wore, as you collapsed against him.

He scooped you up and brought you further onto the beach, settling on the sand with you in his lap. His hands smoothed back your wet hair, his eyes searching your face.

“I—my throat.” You coughed out, motioning to the mottled bruising that you were sure was already starting to appear.

He gently tilted your head up and hummed in displeasure. “He dared to put his hands upon you? I will throw his body to the sharks; I swear to you in reina.”

“They will fade, do not fret, my love.” You soothed, leaning into his touch.

K’uk’ulkan’s presence made you feel safe, as if no harm could befall you while he remained at your side.

“You are done with the surface world, they do not deserve you, and this has proved it.” He said firmly, his eyes narrowed at the corpse behind you.

“But there are people that need me.” You protested weakly, lightly running your fingers across your throat, speeding up your already enhanced healing ability.

He cupped your face, his warm brown eyes like amber flecked with gold, filled with sorrow. “They do not need you more than I do in yakunaj. I do not know what I would do if you were taken from me.”

You melted under his gaze, the fight draining from your body, leaving only exhaustion in its place. “But who am I if not a healer?”

“You will still be a healer, my people injure themselves often, they are like children, stumbling over every loose stone in their path.” He gave you a weary smile along with his promise.

You smiled back at him, carding your fingers through his thick hair. “That is not true, your people are fearsome warriors.”

K’uk’ulkan rested his forehead against yours. “What can I do to make you come home, and to stay? What must I give you to have my queen by my side?”

Your eyes fluttered closed as you basked in his warmth. It had been four hundred years of this, back and forth, stay or go, rule, or heal. You loved K’uk’ulkan more than anyone, anything, but you’d never been able to pry yourself from the grip of the surface world.

“You cannot buy my heart, you already have it.” You said, taking one of his hands and pressing it to your heart.

“But I do not. It sits in the hands of the surface dwellers, who crush it into a fine powder day after day, while I am helpless to watch.” His fingers curled, finding purchase in the fabric of your shirt, a desperate, pleading grasp.

“K’uk’ulkan…” You breathed, heartbreaking at the anguish in his voice.

“Y/N, you must return with me, if only so that I do not die of worry.” He pulled away and motioned to the corpse. “Look at what has happened, what if I had not been here—in yakunaj, you could have died.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. You were terrified, closer to death than you’d been in a long time. Maybe he was right, you could go with him, take care of his people, then return to the surface in a century or two and check on them.

“I will do it.” You said, closing your eyes, so he couldn’t see the tears of guilt welling up in them. How could you do this? Abandon all those who needed your help?

His thumbs wiped away the stray tears, and he brushed his lips across your forehead. “You will be happy there in reina, have faith in me.”

You looked up at him, bottom lip trembling. “I do, but…”

He shook his head. “No, but, do not let your mind run rampant as it tends to do. You owe the surface world nothing.” His voice was steady, as he leaned down and captured your lips, the warmth of him soothing your worries, and making your head pleasantly fuzzy.

You looped your arms around his neck, head tilting to the side, to deepen the kiss. He tasted of coconut and sea salt, his skilled tongue stroking yours in a way that sent shivers down your spine.

He kept you pressed against him as he stood, wrapping your legs around his waist as he walked into the surf, intent on keeping you safe forever.

Tag list: @nyctophilic0vitnir, @starlady66

#namor x y/n #namor x reader #namor x you #mcu namor #tenoch huerta namor #namor imagine #namor fanfiction #meg's writing #I started this and wasn't loving it but I think it ended up alright #k’uk’ulkan #k'uk'ulkan x reader #k'uk'ulkan x you #mutant!reader #healer!reader

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milkfromcats · 1 year

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TW: 🔞

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As always, uncropped versions of my art can be found on my twitter.

"Mmm," she hummed, turning over just enough to face the man—the god—beside her. "I should probably get going."

His gaze at her lips, he murmured, "Stay."

"I have other things to do, you know." She smirked. "I need to—"

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties, sliding them down her legs once again. "Hm," His eyes darkened, and the look he gave her then is a siren song all on its own—drawing her in, pulling her down.

His fingers intertwined with hers, "What's the rush?" A slow, toothy grin spread across his features. Lazily, he added, "Let's take our time. Nice and slow—we have centuries."

#namor smut #namor #namor fanfiction #namor x reader #namor 18+#namor x mutant oc #my fanfics #namor x black!oc #namor x black reader

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omgsuperstarg · 1 year

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Take to the Sky

Namor x Udaku! Reader

Author's Note: Hey Guys!!! This is finna be my first foray into the Black Panther Universe. I saw Wakanda Forever last Thursday and it was a THRILL RIDE. As with most writers, I got inspired to write my first one-shot based on the movie with Reader chan and everyone's fave agua DADDY NAMOR so let's see how your story unfolds.

Also, I used a translator for the Yucatec Mayan so if it's off. Tell me in the comments

As I offered you to BAST when you were just a little babe, the winds around us blew wildly. Suddenly you were lifted from my arms. The elders were in surprise but the shaman was not surprised for he saw in you a greater purpose as well as a great danger which you are the key to stopping...............

That was your favourite story growing up, the one of your birth. The Ukadu's are Wakanda's Royal family and the guardians of the Black Panther mantle for generations but with you it was special. Your birth was of significance since it was not Bast who visited but the wind goddess who blessed you with bird wings to soar above the clouds. Yet with this power came a great danger which was unknown. Ever since then, you were hidden. Coming out when deemed necessary as well as acquiring the best training necessary from Okoye and the rest of the Dora.

Life for the most part was peaceful, loving and full of happiness for your family and people but it was not meant to last. The last six years being the most painful for your loved ones. Losing your father along with your siblings forced you to conform to the duties of becoming a future leader rapidly. Though you didn't need to inherit the throne for a good while, Queen Ramonda needed the assistance to best lead Wakanda during its turbulence as well as lifting some of the burdens from her shoulders. Not long after the blip's reversal, T'Challa's health deteriorated and eventually, he succumbed and joined the ancestors. Holding your mother's hand with eyes bloodshot red staring off into space, it felt as if your body went numb. The emotions depart with your brother until a hollow husk was left. It was always the 3 musketeers but now it's down to two. You knew it was never truly the end only its beginning.

ONE YEAR LATER............................................................

The sky was a place where you found solace. The impossible fades away and the unknown reigns supreme. Today is the One year anniversary of T'Challa's passing and mother wanted us to take a day to pay homage to his spirit as well as finally put our grief behind us but you couldn't shake the feeling in your bones that something is to occur today and you prayed to Bast that it's not serious.

Mini time skip

You all were sitting by the river's edge, a fire roaring to keep warm as well as a family of elephants to keep companionship with.

"Come girls, we are going to enact the final piece of the grieving ritual", Queen mother states as she surrenders her white garb to the fire, its heat and flames consuming it.

"Buring of the garbs marks the end of the grieving process and how we fully connect with those who have passed on to the spiritual plane.", she says solemnly.

"I can't do that. If I think of my brother too long it's not those clothes I would burn, but the world.", Shuri responds. You can feel where she comes from with being gifted a brilliant mind but unable to save whom she loves most.

Suddenly the elephants sense a disturbance and the Queen Mother goes to investigate with a spear in tow along with your sister. You grab your sword ready to defend your family and that's when a human or what you can describe as human for this male has wings at his ankles that play off of the Greek Messenger God Hermes as well as adorned with many jewels and clothing which also gives off remnants of a lost period of history.

'Who are you!", Your mother interrogates the stranger.

"This place is amazing, the air is pristine. My mother told me stories of a place like this, with people who never had to leave or change who they were. What right did your son have to reveal yourselves to the rest of the world," He says almost deathly calm.

"I'm not a woman who likes repeating herself, WHO.ARE.YOU", your queen mother says with authority.

"I have many names. My people me K'Kul'kan, but my enemies call me NAMOR.'' he says finally revealing who he is.

After laying his case, or more on the lines of his demands for the American Scientist who engineered the Vibranium detector he proceeds to leave but not before he speaks once more,

"To'on yaan k suut kaxtik chan ch'íich' '' and with that, he dolphin dives into the water once more.

"Well that's an entrance,", you say but gasp in horror as your eyes gaze on the underwater machine beside the mini camp setup.

"The council must be alerted immediately", Ramonda says urgently

Meanwhile in Talokan..............................

''Le chan ch'íich'o' ts'o'ok u revelado. Yuumtsilo'ob finalmente in u séen revelado ka sabrá u propósito yéetel le k'iin.'', Namor says while continuing his ancient painting.

#namor x reader #wakanda forever #tenoch huerta x reader #mutant #kkulkan x reader #one shot #short stories #namor x poc!reader #shuri #black panther

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gatorbites-imagines · 1 year

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Clipped Wings

Namor x mutant male reader

Part 1

This is based off an idea I had a while back that you can read here. I still am not completely sure where I’m going story wise with this, but ill just take it as it comes. This also wont completely follow the plot of the movie.

I know very little about Aztec culture and I’ll be using a translator I found on google for any Yucatec Mayan.

Reader is the same species(?) as Namor, aka has the same powers and whatnot, though I took some liberties and did some extra for the reader since I like powerful reader fics haha.

Let me know what you guys think about this

Taglist (I don’t normally do this but since you asked): @violet-19999 and @bonnapple

(Y/N) tapped his fingers against the steering wheel of his truck, the car taking him across the less used pathways of the countryside as he approached the location given in his contract. As the location grew closer and closer, he saw what looked like Wakandan warriors, the Dora, if he remembered correctly. Parking his car (Y/N) took in the sight of the armoured women, his knowledgeable sight running over them for weaknesses and weapons. He could tell they were tense and uncomfortable with him being there, but whatever they had hired him to kill must have scared them enough to put up with an outsider for now.

(Y/N) were a mutant, a weapon if asking his past handlers, and the only good he could ever do was kill. He adjusted the straps in his black armour, subconsciously running his telepathy over his many hidden weapons to make sure they were in the right spots. Finally, he pulled the keys from the ignition and opened the car door, slowly stepping out of the vehicle, his heavy boots crunching across the road under him.

Making his way over (Y/N) could feel the Dora scanning him up and down like he had scanned them earlier, their eyes lingering areas it was obvious he had weapons, but strangely enough they also seemed quite focused on his sharp ears and the earrings embedded in them. They were rhombus shaped made of jade, a gift from his father and one of the last things he’s got left from the man. They were beautifully carved with different patterns from (Y/N)s ancestor’s culture, and his father claimed they had been passed down for generations.

They were larger than the usual earrings you would see on a man in America, which at times gained (Y/N) less than positive attention, with him caring little about the worlds gender standards. Mix the earrings with the fact that the man wore more jewellery on his days off, well, people weren’t typically happy with his appearance. He had gotten the love for jewellery from his late parents, as they had typically worn things of jade, gold, and moonstone. It had left an impression in the young boy at the time, and it brought a level of comfort to the man.

Finally, one of the Dora stepped forwards and introduced herself, and explained how they would be bringing him into Wakanda and to their leader Princess Shuri. (Y/N) nodded, introducing himself before letting the Dora take him with them in their vehicle and soon, they were on their way.

The vehicle was silent as they made their way through the environment, and though he kept his face emotionless (Y/N) couldn’t help but be interested in the world that passed by through the windows. As they drove, they followed a river, the mutants lip twitching as he felt the familiar call of the water. It was something he had always felt, the song of the ocean and any large body of water. His parents had explained that their ancestors came from the ocean, and that was why it was so drawing to them.

When he was young and still had his wings, (Y/N) had regularly ran into the ocean from their tiny home by the beach. He had flown into the air, the tiny wings on his ankles lifting him high up into the sky before he had let go, letting himself fall until he hit the water with a loud splash. They had lived far away from civilization, (Y/N)s mutant status driving his parents to hide in the knowledge that their son would be taken if the wrong people learned of his existence.

But they could only have stayed hidden for so long, and one day after (Y/N) returned from the ocean like he did every day, he saw the tiny home the family of three had lived in back then. It was destroyed, the door kicked off its hinges and people in suits and military gear were surrounding the place. The young boy has entered the home in secret, hoping to see his parents and ask what was going on.

In the end he did see his parents, their dead bodies splayed out in the hallway near his room. The boy had only had time to crouch by their bullet filled bodies and notice how his parents were clutching something, the very earrings he was holding, and a bracelet made of a plant-based string and carved stone beads. He knew deep down his parents wanted him to take the jewellery, so he had, and just as he had put them on the people form outside saw him.

(Y/N) scrunched up his face at the memory, doing his best to wave off the thoughts of his parents broken bodies, the many years of torture disguised as training and how he had never been able to return to the place he grew up knowing there would be nothing left. His brow twitched as he felt a phantom pain on both sides of his ankles, where he had once had a pair of fluffy white wings, the wings those handlers had cut off more than once.

He could still remember screaming in pain as he was held down by other mutants, some who were more powerful than his child self, as the doctors cut through the bone of his wings. They had grown back, more than once, and every time they had been chopped off the same way, and one day they simply stopped regrowing. (Y/N) had been miserable at losing his flight, and that was when he learned of his telekinesis, but he wasn’t the only one to learn of it as his handlers realised, he had more powers than they first thought. He learned to fly once more, but the extra training had been hell on earth.

After a long ride filled with mostly silence (Y/N) could see a city approaching, and a tall building he learned was where they were headed to meet the princess and her advisors. As the vehicle came to a stop and their group stepped out, (Y/N) could feel the gaze of the people around them as he stepped forth. He kept his face neutral as he grimaced internally, knowing that reacting to the attention would be useless.

The mutant could tell the Dora and other warriors were used to being feared or respected by outsiders, if they’d ever met any, so (Y/N)s cold reaction and emotionless face seemed to put some of them on edge. They all seemed very displeased at the fact that the gun-for-hire hadn’t been ordered to remove any of his weapons. He folded his hands behind his back and stood straight, not letting any of his questions or curiosity show as he followed the Dora towards the throne room.

The air was tense as the doors opened and the man stepped into the room, the heavy attention of the important people in the room falling upon him. If it had been any other time he might have marvelled at the beauty of the room, but now he was here to be paid and kill whatever needed killing. On the throne sat Princess Shuri, her body tense but not in fear of the mutant in front of her, more in the way that she had too much weight on her shoulders.

As he came to the middle of the room he stopped, keeping his arms folded behind his back as he gave a half bow in greeting. “Hello, I am (Y/N). They call me Leviathan.” Was his short introduction, pulling himself back into his upright stance, his eyes locked with the young woman who seemed to go from cautious to somewhat intrigued as she watched the man in front of her. (Y/N) could feel some disapproval from the people around him at his casual regard to being in front of a royal, but he could care less at this point.

“I’m princess Shuri, but you can just call me Shuri” the princess said, waving off the comments made by the advisors as they voiced their disagreement at an outsider referring to her by just her name. “I’m sure you’re curious why you were asked to come here, to Wakanda of all places. We are in a situation where we need the help of someone with your abilities and experience” she continued, looking at the mutant with a serious expression that seemed to match the situation if the expressions of the people around the room was anything to go off of.

“I mean. Telekinesis, flight, super strength, super speed, regeneration, breathing underwater, controlling water and sea life.” She said holding up a finger for each ability she mentioned, it really made it obvious just how young she was to the man, it almost made him feel sad at the knowledge that this young lady had lost her entire family and now had to lead such a large group of people.

“That sounds about right, yes” (Y/N) nodded in response, waiting for her to tell him exactly why he of all people were needed for this case. He had taken many jobs that involved the ocean before or battle in the air, but he couldn’t think of a reason bad enough that Wakanda would bring in an unknown mutant to work for them.

Silence filled the room for a short while unless Shuri finally spoke, explaining the situation of Wakanda to the man. His brows climbed up his brow more and more as she explained about Namor, Talokan and how the man had killed her mother and flooded her city, and had given them a short while to get ready for battle. When it was explained they moved through the ocean and Namors powers that they knew it, it felt almost humorous how similar (Y/N) was to the man, he could see why he was called.

The faint ache returned to his ankles when they mentioned the wings Namor possessed, and it made something clench in the mutant’s chest, it felt like some kind of familiarity or kinship though he did not let it show. After the princess was done explaining and asked if he was in the man gave a short nod, a small smirk pulling to his lips as he gave his answer “how long do we have to prepare?”.

A smile pulled onto Shuri’s lips at his answer, the young woman getting to her feet and walking down to him, holding her hand out for a shake. (Y/N) could see all the Dora and other warriors in the room tense as he unwound his hands from behind him and reached over, clasping her hand in his.

The name Namor and Talokan was familiar to the man, but it was not something he wanted to dig into. He had tried his best to erase the memory of his parents and their tales. It was the past and not for him, he had given up the dreams of a secret underwater people welcoming him with open arms a long time ago. Now, he had to prepare to battle with the apparent underwater king and his army, the thrill of battle starting to bubble in the mutants stomach.

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queenrose02 · 1 year

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Mi Reina

Namore x Mutant Reader

First fanfic ever please don’t be too harsh

Reyna was just on vacation, exploring the sea when she catches the eyes of a certain feathered serpent God, read to find out more….

I could feel the ocean breeze on my face, the sand shifting between my feet as I walked closer to what my heart yearns for home. Before I know it I dived in and swam with sea life that was around me most already use to me. As I swam deeper I saw a shimmer of light at the bottom of the sea, a reflection of the sun hitting a beautiful green gem yet hidden. I shifted the sand and there I pulled out a bracelet. As I was admiring the bracelet I become oblivious to the eyes that were watching me from the shadow.

This was the closest his ever gotten to you. It had not been long since you had first arrived. He found you intriguing, you a surface dweller could breath just fine in the ocean not once having to come up. He first saw you playing with the water , moving it with just the flick of your wrist. In his thoughts he didn’t realize you had turned your head and looked straight at him.

As I admired the bracelet I caught movement from the corner of my eye. I turned my head and there I saw him. I started to swim closer but then all of the sudden he was gone. I turned and swam to try and find him again but it was like he was never there. I slowly gave up and started to swim towards the surface just as I was about break through the water I felt a tug on my ankle. As I looked down I saw him again tugging me to the bottom of the ocean and then I forced a water current towards him that slammed him to the ocean ground. I swam down and asked, “Who are you?” He looked up and shook his head. Barreling towards me I tried to dodge but then I was pushed, “Why are you here surface-dweller?” He held my down and point a jagged dagger to my chin “W-what? Surface-dweller? What are you talking about? I-I was just exploring the ocean like I always do.” I tried to explain to him but he asked me again “Why are you here? “ I couldn’t concentrate as his deep brown eyes stared down at me, his face stone cold. He was undoubtedly handsome as I observed his earring, a similar design to the necklace that laid forgotten on the ocean floor. I noticed his pointed ears. I don’t know why but I could not speak, his presence unworldly like a god. It not until I feel his sharp dagger closer to my skin that I found my words. I looked directly at him and said “My name is Reyna, I’m just on vacation, I’ve been here for a week already I didn’t think there was anybody else like me here. I’m sorry if I did something wrong I did not know.” My face softened and relaxed. He still did not take the dagger off, I saw guarded look in his eyes and he said, “ You are not welcomed here surface dweller. But you have seen too much already. Nobody must know of me and my people.” As he drew his dagger deeper I tensed up and let the water make a barrier between me and him. My eyes glowing blue as I have never used my gifts like this. “Please, I truly mean you no harm, to you or your people. They will not know of you I swear. It not like they will believe me, I am an outsider to them as well.” Which it true you thought being a mutant wasn’t any good if you didn’t devote your like to being a hero for them and even then they still wouldn’t want you.

This girl was even more powerful then she even knows. Her eyes are a beautiful bright blue nothing could compare to what Ive seen. Her hair softly moving around her as she explained. Her name Reyna, fitting I thought, I then decided,” My name is Kukulkán but my enemies call me Namore, Mi reina. No harm will come to you if you accept my offer.” She came closer and dropped the barrier, “Yes anything.” Hm I smirked, “ Come with me, to my city, Mi reina, you will stay with me, by my side forever.” Silence is all I heard, her face lost in thought, she then came closer, her hand shaking, slowly bringing it up to caress my cheek. “Yes, my Kukulkan.” I wrapped my hand around her waist and there we went to Talokan.

#namore #black panther wakanda forever #marvel #mutant #x reader #fancfiction #namore x reader #kukulkan #feathered serpent #fanfic #namore imagine

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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: 1,1k

Tags: Smut in later chapters (no minors allowed), "water-bender" reader x Namor after the events from Wakanda forever, possessive Namor, mutant reader, talk of climate change, asphyxiation, the deep sea being a bit scary, war, violence, harsh language, Wakanda forever spoilers, the usage of y/n, afab reader

Ps. if you read the preview before you can start reading after the divider. I barely made any changes other than grammar-related and wording. If you want more chapters I would greatly appreciate some constructive criticism in the comments

Masterlist

Chapter 1

I couldn’t bring myself to look him in the eyes. "You can't just go behind my back like that! There are set rules and hierarchies that keep our organization running smoothly!" Adeoye yelled while he was walking frantically back and forth. He never could handle stress well. " You're little outburst may have cost us our one shot to get the right people's attention!"

I want to say I'm sorry and that it was rude and petty of me. But I couldn't because I did what I thought was right. They have ignored our every attempt to better their policies and today's presentation only opened my eyes to how blissfully ignorant they allowed themselves to be. He stopped his pacing and rubbed his eyes under his big ill-fitting glasses.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself?" he asked abrasively. I knew that he wasn't really angry at me. He was frustrated with everything. The board director's nonchalant attitude, the over-looming doom of the deadline we've got in 2 months and my little outburst were certainly not making things better.

"No" I answered.

"Well if that's the case then you give me no choice other than to suspend you for 2 weeks" he sighed. I wasn't surprised. Cussing out the board due to their lack of ethical consideration whilst ignoring every warning I and others have worked tirelessly on proving wasn't really considered to be professional. " I understand," I say solemnly and start picking up my notes. 5 years of studying and 3 years of diligent work have come to this, being pushed aside so that rich people can profit off of dangerous means at the cost of the health of our seas. And having no power to change anything

I drove home in silence, with nothing but the wind from the window creek as my companion. I think I'll have to practice today to let off some steam. After arriving and leaving my notes by the kitchen counter, I changed into my swimsuit and went down to the beach. Moving here was mainly so I could get to work within 15 minutes but having the sea outside my back door has definitely changed my life. I never liked using my powers in front of others. Mutants aren't really welcome unless they're wearing suits and have fancy names. So there aren't many moments where I can use them to their fullest extent. When I do I feel at home. I feel free of everything. My worries and concerns are washed away.

Once I reach the water I breathe in and allow myself to feel its pull. Imitating the waves with my hands till it starts to imitate me, following my every command. I slowly start walking in allowing myself to be surrounded then I dive keeping the water from reaching my face and requiring no movements though I still haven’t passed 5 minutes at a time. Maybe I’ll make it at 6 today. I decide to explore a little further than usual, seeing what I can find on the sea floor and cleaning up small things that shouldn’t be there.

It was then I noticed it. The entity that has been watching me from afar. It barely moved and I couldn’t really make out its shape. But I knew it was looking at me and it stayed completely still. I was scared. My bubble was slowly shrinking so I began to slowly make my way back to shore. As soon as I did the shadow got closer and closer which made me anxious to reach land. I finally burst into the sea, gasping for air. I lay down on the beach, trying to catch my breath then a voice called out.

“Who are you?”

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I quickly turned around and faced what seemed to be a man. Out of panic, I summoned water at my side and launched it at him with full force. He then began to levitate and dodge my advance with.. wings attached to his feet? Shocked I ceased fire and looked at him again. He was otherworldly. His dark eyes stared at me with a hint of confusion and irritation. His hair was a dark brown and wet from the swim, framing his face ever so slightly. The sunset made his warm terra-cotta skin glow along with his pearls and gold accessories. He was beautifully serene, like straight out of a dream. If I didn't know any better I would’ve thought that he was a god. As I scanned his body so did he with mine before stopping at my eyes demanding an answer to his question.

“Who are you?” He asked again urgently, stepping closer to my frame. I tried to move back as a response.

“I- I’m y/n l/n.”

“That is not what I meant. I mean where are you from? Are there more of you?”

“I’m from here. I’m not sure what you mean by more of me” I answered hesitantly. Why is he asking all these questions? I mean from the looks of he’s most definitely some kind of mutant. He’s a bit too good of a swimmer to think otherwise. Not to mention the literal full-functioning wings at his feet.

“More who can manipulate water.” he clearifies.

“No.. I mean none that I know of” I say and start rising slowly from the ground. “Who are you?.. Are you perhaps like me?” I have never met another mutant before. Let alone someone connected to water. Hope starts swelling up. Maybe..just maybe I am not alone.

“No I am not like you. As for who I am it is not for you to know.” He says bluntly. And just like that my sliver of hope is gone. “Then what do you want?” I ask while noticing he’s pointed ears adorned with what seemed to be jade earrings.

“That is yet to be decided.” He begins circling me around slowly. “There are threats that are making it hard for me to perform my duties and your power, though meager, may develop into what I need to avoid any more...complications.”

Duties? Complications? What the hell is he talking about? He studied my face, assessing it possibly looking for a way to find out what I was thinking. Does he work for the government? Is that it? I’ve heard of mutant agents who were forced to do sketchy shit that higher-ups didn't want to be associated with.

“Sorry, I’m not interested. Though I am grateful for the consideration to recruit me, I have my own “duties” to attend to.” After voicing my intentions I decided it was best to leave. As soon as I turned around I heard him say. “I’m afraid I cannot take no as an answer” and before I could react, everything went dark and my last thought was how warm he felt in his arms as he took me back to the sea.

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r. Namor x Mutant!Reader

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d i s c l a i m e r. Angst. Hurt/Comfort. Mentions of human trafficking. Mentions of physical and mental abuse. Death. Mutant Powers. Pining. Third Person POV.

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The sea is quiet tonight.

Too quiet for his taste, in fact. The wandering fishes seemed to be hiding in the dark, afraid to be seen, to make too much noise. The life in Talocan went on as usual, the people relishing in the comfort the well-earned peace brought. Yet, there was an uneasiness in his heart, a warning that something was happening close to his home.

Namor had the practice of roaming the ocean, he made it part of his routine to explore and help wherever he could, to make the underwater life as better as it could be. After hundreds of years on this planet, he felt a connection to the ocean as that of a limb, a part of him he prayed never to lose. So, as any other night, he made his rounds in the deserted land. This time, paying close attention to everything in sight. It didn’t take long for him to find the source of his worry.

A foreign cargo ship stood on the motionless tide. The engines off, the place deserted. As his head came out of the water, he noticed the lack of breeze. It was as if time had frozen. He would almost think there was no life inside, an abandoned boat in the middle of nowhere, had it not been for warmth still present in the walls from the force of the movement, and the frantic heartbeats that echoed inside. For a moment, he simply stood there, floating in the salty water. It was not for him to meddle in the affairs of the surface, and he didn’t particularly care for them, as long as they didn’t affect his people.

The quietness, however, ended as abruptly as it had started. In a fraction of a second, the winds picked up with herculean strength. The ship rocked violently as the water shook furiously around it, giant waves started to form. He started in awe, quickly moving away from the chaos, flying to safety away from the grasps of the ocean. It was not missed how the commotion centered in one place, an invisible line separating the ring from the rest of the ocean. He couldn’t pinpoint where the culprit was, except that they were inside the wrecking ship.

The screams filled the air, along with the metallic scent of blood. As if the hands of the goddess herself emerged from the depths of the ocean, the waves ripped the vessel in two as a dozen armed men fell into the water, dragged down without a chance to ever come out for breath again. Another dozen or so of chained women and children fell into the water, their lifeless bodies floating in the storm and in the middle of the commotion, a single body stood out to him.

Her turquoise eyes glowed like gems in the dark of the night, the most beautiful color he’d ever seen. Deadly glimmer. Her own body fell and as she struggled with what he thought were certainly her survival instincts kicking in, a grin adorned her face. He could hear the loud pumping of her heart, almost reaching its limit. She didn’t have long to live, and the blood pouring out of her mouth was proof of it. With the last of her strength, she made sure every man in uniform was engulfed in darkness, before her piercing eyes shut the light he was so desperate to catch.

⸺

Darkness and the whooshing sound of the wind was all her senses could pick up. As if waking up from a deep sleep, her limbs numb and too weak to even try to move, little by little her consciousness started to awaken. The burn in her eyes and the dryness of her mouth tells that she wasn't as dead as expected. The woman could feel the blood pumping through her veins, the beating of her heart accelerating with every shallow breath she took and as she finally managed to open her eyes, the panic started to take over.

Unable to move, she could still feel everything: the cold stone surface she was lying on, the soft cloth covering her, the dull ache from the previous beatings she had taken not long ago. A pair of hands came to her aid, as her mind was starting to drift into hysteria, they covered her shoulders and softly spoke in a calming voice. The words weren’t something she could decipher, as it was a language unknown, but soon she found herself mimicking the unknown woman’s breathing, her smile a soft approval. What she assumed was medicine was poured down her throat and for a moment she allowed herself to relax, tears of relief rolling down her cheeks.

It was impossible to tell how much time passed, there were zero changes that could give away the time of day, let alone the passage of it. The only constant was the caretaker, she didn’t know her name and after several failed attempts to communicate, she decided she didn’t really need to know. Several days could have passed, a routine now formed: wake up, drink the medicine, eat whatever she could. Her wounds healed faster than ever before, the constant pain now a faint memory. Everyday they would wash her, clean the scratches left on her body and dress her up. After that, they would help her up and start “exercising”.

The movement of her limbs didn’t come as easily as one would expect. This is what she imagined rehabilitation would look like. It was strange. On one hand, she felt better than ever. The bruises on her body were fading, her skin softer, she didn’t throw up everything that was fed to her anymore either. On the other hand, her body felt foreign, like an infant learning the basic functions, she stumbled and fell in the arms of the women surrounding her. Celebrating each little victory, picking up new words and expressions to get through the day and feeling a pair of watching eyes monitoring her every movement.

After the relief settled and she reluctantly accepted perhaps these people won’t hurt her, the questions started to pile up. She knew she should be dead. She had made peace with it. As she made sure all the bastard’s had their lungs filled with salty water, she decided to join them in hell. Anything better than being stuck in that tin cage and being used as a circus trick. So then, how did she end up here? And where (and what) exactly is here? What if she was actually dead? What if this was just some sick dream before she started to burn for her sins or something like that? What if this was like her personal purgatory? What if they were feeding her so they could sacrifice her to some weird god in a volcano?

Needless to say, most of her questions remained unanswered for some time. Apparently, this place was called Talocal and, at least for now, they would not turn her to their god. K'uk'ulkan. No volcano for now. She was introduced to some women who spoke English, and as her recovery progressed, her understanding of her surroundings also improved. Soon enough, she was walking on her own, the long desired sense of independence little by little took root in her, feeling safe perhaps for the first time in her life.

There was one thing she desperately wanted to ask, what everyone seemed to intentionally avoid: how did she end up here? They filled her days with stories about their god, the old legends and the bedtime stories that embodied pieces of their knowledge. They also taught her how to tell time in there, and informed she had been in Talocan for two weeks now, half of it was her deep in slumber, while the worst of her injuries had still not passed.

It was easy to notice how they never truly left her by herself. Even if they allowed her to explore some rooms and ask some questions, it was very clear there were lines drawn. That, and the constant feeling of being watched. She couldn’t quite pinpoint where exactly it was coming from, but she knew there was someone, not human, watching every step she made. It took another week for her to get the answers she was looking for.

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The day started ordinary, as any other. Her wounds had long been healed, and her condition far improved, so the women around her felt more like babysitters than caretakers now. As part of her new found routine, she sat by the little pond that connected the cave to the ocean. She had been warned not to dive in, for her body couldn’t withstand the pressure. By now, three weeks had passed since she arrived, and as grateful as she was for their attentions, it was still unclear why exactly they were giving them to her. Frankly, she was starting to feel like an animal in a cage, a feeling she was well accustomed with and to which she refused to go back.

In one of those rare moments where the women’s attention wasn't on her, she decided it was time to test what’s the worst that could happen. She knew someone was watching, but it wasn’t those she could see. So, what would it do if she tried to go into the water? Will it show itself or let me die? Letting me die after going through all this trouble seems unlikely, and it’s about time I find out what exactly these people want with me. Trying to make as little fuss as possible, as if it was simply a little stretch, she took one deep breath and jumped in the water, the exalted shouts left unheard.

Swim, just swim.

It was hard to see, pitch black as it was the deeper she dived, but that feeling never left her. She knew they were there with her. Now, her body seemed okay, something she didn’t really question, as focused as she was in trying to find something, anything besides the dark that engulfed her. Just when she was starting to panic, not knowing how long it had been since she took a breath, he appeared before her. At first she didn’t see him, a mere silhouette as her eyes tried to get used to the absence of clarity, she felt his hands surrounding her. A familiar presence that, without her knowing how to explain why, brought her calm.

She wasn’t sure how, but she heard his voice, instructing her to open her mouth, let instincts take over and stop holding her breath. Before stopping to question it, she did as he said. Scientists would have a field day with her now. There was no clear explanation, but she was okay. Her lungs weren’t filling with water, her bones were not being crushed by the pressure, her eyes were adapting to the darkness as if her body was slowly adapting to this new environment and she couldn’t help but let out the bubbled laugh of ecstasy. She could swear she saw him smile, even if for just a second. It’s what she thought as he quickly pulled them back to the cave and out of the water.

He didn’t let her out of his arms for a second, calmly carried her through the corridors and into a bedroom she had yet to see before. The murmurs in the background, no doubt discussing her latest transgression, were mere noise as she observed him. He didn’t look like anyone she had ever seen before, there was a softness in his eyes as he returned her gaze that made her feel like she could stay in that position for all eternity. It almost made her smile, if she didn’t think she would look like an absolute lunatic she maybe would have. Reluctantly, he let her go once they reached the closed quarters. Signaling her to move to what she assumed would be a bathroom, she quickly changed out of her wet clothes to go back to his side.

The former naked figure was now covered too, his towering form an intimidating image. She didn’t know what to say, and he watched her as if she were an unstable animal, too much pressure and they would break. Curiosity soon won and she broke the silence.

“K'uk'ulkan?” The hesitance in her voice was not missed by him, a clear tell along with the tilt of her head.

“That’s one of my names, yes. It’s a pleasure to officially meet you. I see you’re doing better.”

“My guess is that’s thanks to you? I… There’s a lot of holes in my memory. For one, I do not understand how I can possibly be here… alive… I have considered that this is just some sort of dream and I’m actually dead somewhere in the bottom of the ocean.”

She tried to pass the last part as a joke with an awkward smile, but he didn’t seem to like that.

“I will explain everything in due time. First, I need to know what you are. I saw what you did back there, those people on the ship… There wasn’t a single survivor, but you. I need to know if you’ll be a threat to my people.”

She avoided his gaze and walked around the table, setting some space between them. Her hands softly caressed the material as a sad smile adorned her face.

“You brought me here without first making sure I wasn’t dangerous? Sloppy, sloppy.”

The comment hit him like a lance through the chest, it wasn’t anything he hadn’t already heard from Namora and Attuma, but an outsider questioning his behavior made it that much worse. He didn’t sense any hostility from her, though. Her snarky comments may be a way to buy some time, it couldn’t be easy to talk about what happened. So he would take it, the comments, the attitude… Hell, she could hit him if she wanted, he would take anything she was willing to give him.

“They said something about a mutation in my blood. I never met my parents, so I don’t know where it came from or why it started, I just know it happened at a very young age.”

As she started to explain, the tension in her body worsened. He wanted to calm her down, he wished she would make another comment to annoy him, anything but the pained expression. If he was truly honest, he wanted to see her eyes glow once more, he wanted to see her smile full of life, just for him.

“The… The boat… We were being transported to a new facility. They didn’t say where, but I assume it was the same as the others, some underground establishment where they sold the precious goods”

Waving at her body, a sigh left her. Namor clenched his teeth, for a moment he wished they’d survived so he could kill them again.

“What you saw was the first time I used it like that.” She explained how in between the daily beatings, one of the electric rods came into contact with her collar, causing a malfunction that allowed her to use her powers.

“I didn’t mean to hurt the others too… but we were all dead either way…”

As the explanation progressed, he asked her what her powers entitled, and she told him it was better to see it. Her eyes glowed as the joyful shrieks coming from outside filled the place.

There was snow.

It was snowing.

In a cave.

In the caribbean.

In the middle of the ocean.

“What? You thought you were the only freak in town? I mean, maybe in this town… Hate to break your bubble, big guy.”

With his astonishment, her smile had returned, the previous tension put aside. He cleared his throat, a rebel smile forming in his face.

“Well, there are some conditions to this arrangement we have to discuss.”

“What arrangement?”

“…Me saving you.”

“I don’t remember asking you to do it, though.”

The baffled look on his face almost made her laugh, it’s not that she was ungrateful or that she was against any and all conditions he wanted to set. He helped her and she would never forget that or take it for granted, but she needed to make her point.

“Hear me out. I sincerely thank you for what you did, but I never asked for it. This is not an arrangement, you made a decision on your own and now have to face the consequences. I didn’t make any deal with you.”

The annoyance was clear on his face, and the more she spoke the more that turned into silent rage.

“So would you rather I leave you there to die?”

“I didn’t say that. I just want you to acknowledge it was you who decided that, not me. You cannot forever treat me as someone who is indebted to you, when I didn’t ask for anything. I am not one of your subjects out there, I don’t know anything about you, so why should I follow along with whatever you ask?”

Her attitude was absurd to him, and he truly hated to admit she may have a point. It had been centuries since someone challenged him like this. Even Namora, as doubtful as she could be at times, always followed his commands. It was sort of… refreshing… and infuriatingly annoying.

“I don’t see how you have much of a choice now that you’re here. I cannot let you leave as you please.”

“I didn’t say that either.”

“So what exactly are you saying?”

He was exasperated and she was having fun, he could see the glint in her eyes and the way she bit her lower lip trying so hard not to smile. For a second he wondered how her soul survived all the pain she undoubtedly suffered. Her humor was wickedly clever and had a hint of innocence that gave him comfort. He couldn’t help but thank whatever it was that kept her alive, and not the empty shell of a broken woman.

“I would like you to start by explaining to me what happened, why you brought me here and what exactly it is you’re expecting from me.”

He couldn’t admit the instant attraction he felt for her. He couldn’t say that, that night it felt as if a voice was calling for him and it guided him right to her. He couldn’t tell her he wanted her since the moment his eyes laid on her. And he most certainly couldn’t tell her how desperate he was for her to stay here with him, forever. So, he stuck with the facts, she was the only survivor of a tragedy, there was no one else he could have saved had he wanted to (which he didn’t).

He felt intrigued by her strength and the resolve she showed in what could have been her last moments. Due to the gravity of her wounds and the grave blood loss, she was given a transfusion of his blood, which proved to be effective in healing her and that would explain how she didn’t die from going into the ocean without any protection.

“Now, there is one condition to me saving your life…”

“Mmm, here it comes.”

His glare met her smile as she blinked feigning innocence.

“… You must reside here. Without my direct permission, you cannot leave Talocan.”

A minute of silence turned into two, and the longer it passed, the stiffness of his body worsened. He expected her to fight, she knew nothing about him or his world, she wouldn’t care about it, she could leave, but he couldn’t let her, he couldn’t risk it, but what if…

“Okay.”

The short response took him by surprise and stopped his spiraling thoughts.

“Okay?”

“Sure.”

He didn’t understand and the mistrust showed on his face, almost making her laugh. She shrugged her shoulders as she looked for the best words to explain it.

“I’ve been a prisoner my entire life. My first memory is of me being asked to twirl the water in a glass, and then being hit with its shards after I accidentally broke said glass…”

He flinched at the story and she smiled, knowing he empathized with her, felt somewhat warm.

“…So it’s fair to say, my memories of the surface are far from pleasant. If anything, they can be quite triggering. In addition to that, I was ready to die.” She pauses so he understands she means every word and his jaw clenches at her resolve. “I never expected to live any other life than the one I was living, because every day I prayed it would all end and I could finally get some rest. So this…” She waves at their surroundings “…was never a possibility I considered.”

“Still, you could wish for your freedom… Travel to different places…”

“But I can still do that, can I? You never said I could never leave, you said I needed your permission and, as it turns out, I can be very convincing” The wink she gave him almost made him cave in, but he still couldn’t bring himself to trust she would stay. It couldn’t be that easy.

“You’ll just be a prisoner here. A different type of prison, but it can come to trap you too and you’ll hate it. You’ll hate me for it.”

That made her pause, he sounded almost… afraid? She understood the mistrust, but fear of being hated was unexpected.

“Then say, will you imprison me? Decorate my body with pretty purple bruises and chain me in a room until you decide you wanna be entertained by the freak?”

“Of course not!” His answer came as a roar, the floor beneath them shaking

“There’s your answer.” She took a breath and stared directly into his eyes. “What I’m saying is, I’m deciding to trust you. So you should try and trust me a little bit too. I don’t think you will ever betray me, for the simple fact that you know I can destroy this entire place, even if I have to die in the process, and you will never risk your subjects like that. So, we can work together. Deal?”

She extended her hand to him, his eyes never leaving her, his piercing gaze examining her. After what felt like an eternity, the awkward silence filling the space, he took her hand in his and shook her, starting their new life together.

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As he established his conditions, so did she. She would need a teacher and a guide, they already confirmed she wouldn’t die from the pressure or lack of oxygen, so she wanted to fully explore his kingdom. She also wanted to learn the language, so she would need someone to teach her. She also wanted to be given a job. Preferably something that helped her learn more about their system and the way they lived. Lastly, she wanted to explore the outside world at least once a month, for a full day, but this could start once he started trusting her a bit more. Namor was pleasantly surprised at her demands, a chuckle leaving him as she listed them.

It was surprisingly easy for them to fall into a routine. Namor wanted to spend as much time as he could with her, so of course he became her companion. He taught her everything there was to know about the way they lived, their customs and traditions, the love and respect they had for their home and for each other. Little by little, they became essential parts in each other’s lives, even if they refused to admit it. Unfortunately, the nightmares that were once kept at bay by the medicine, quickly came back when she least expected it.

The first one came like a storm, wrecking the delicate sense of peace she had come to feel during the past weeks. The engulfing darkness gave her an added loneliness, her body shaking in anguish as her sobs echoed through the walls. The tortuous tossing and turning made her fall, the hit not strong enough to wake her terror. The cloth covering her body now entangled with her limbs, a different form of restraint. Her broken cries, similar to a wounded animal, soon awoke Namor, who ran to her side.

He quickly took her in his arms, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, trying to calm her down even when she resisted and fought. The bindings of her legs were undone, her hair moved aside, her burning forehead wet as drops of water rolled down her body. Unsuccessful in his efforts to calm her, he picked her up and swiftly moved outside and into the water, just enough for it to cover her legs, he sat by the entrance and held her, reassuring her she was safe, he got her now, nothing would happen to her here. After what felt like hours, her breathing slowed down, her eyes focused on him as the sobs faded into soft hiccups.

His relief smile blinded her and for a moment, she couldn’t say a word, as he wiped the tears from her snot filled face.

“You’re back?” A soft hmm was all the response he received. He didn’t let go of her, they could’ve stayed there for hours, eventually she drifted back to sleep, at peace in the arms that were holding her.

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mishipeshu ; namor.

read part one ; amor.

pairing ; namor x mutant!gn!reader

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

words ; 2.0k

themes ; angst, fluff, mutant au, married au

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

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Pain was not a feeling you were unfamiliar with.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It seemed that his mind was made.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And with that, you lunged.

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

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

His words fell upon deaf ears.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His own words rang in his head.

Let them go.

He found you on the warm beaches of Angola.

It’d been a year since you left Talokan.

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

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

But he was a changed man now.

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

So he waited.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He stepped closer to you, still quiet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#namor x reader #namor fanfiction #namor fanfic #marvel fanfiction #namor imagine #namor drabble #namor angst #namor fluff #namor x you #black panther fanfiction

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g4yforethan · 8 months

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safety net

pairing: namor x male!reader

summary: reader goes for a swim and wakes up in namors throne

warnings: cursing, kissing

a/n: sorry for being inactive recently school sucks also might make this into multiple parts but idk yet !

it was a clear day. temperatures had risen up to 100 degrees and there was no a/c in your house. luckily for you, the beach was a 5 minute walk so you decided to go in for an afternoon swim. you told your family goodbye and headed down to the beach. you took your shirt and shoes off and ran straight into the ocean. after a few minutes of swimming, you started to swim further away from shore. by this point, you couldn't feel the sand anymore and started to feel the water at your neck. "fuck-fuck- HELP!" you screamed for help but there was no one around. you screamed and started to lose consciousness when you felt something grab your foot and drag you underneath.

you woke up in a room. it wasn't a hospital room. a lady enters and offers you food. she was blue. her entire body was blue. you thought you were dead when all of a sudden you hear a voice. "he's up already? thought he would be knocked out for a couple more hours at least." a man enters the room. he had wings on his ankles and had a toned and muscular build. he sits across from you and and starts to admire you. "who are you? am i dead?" he laughs at your response while you were confused. "no not at all. see i heard a scream coming from above and went to rescue whoever it was. my name is kukulkan but others call me namor." you still were confused on where you were or what powers he possessed.

"and so you're like a superhero? like an avenger?" he was confused by what you said and got up and sat next to you. "i'm not whatever you just called me. i'm a mutant. a being from millions of years ago. my people stay here because water is what they breathe but for me i can breathe both air and water." you had put the pieces together. growing up, you heard about a legend of a man who lives in the water waiting to attack one who crosses his path. now he was sitting next to you. "so what do you want? are you gonna kill me? kidnap me?" he put his hand on your shoulder. "my love i'm not gonna do anything to harm you."

you looked in his eyes and felt what he felt. he was in love. love at first sight if you will. he gets closer to you and pulls in for a kiss. your lips meet as he puts his hands on your hair as yours touch his broad shoulders. “wow. you’re a really good kisser for being an ancient being.” he laughed and kissed you again. “my love there’s more where that came from.” you blushed and kissed his lips. soon as things started to get racy, a guard enters the room. you look up and see her as namor was on top of you. she notes this and immediately exits the room.

his hands touch your waist and his lips leave marks on your neck. you moan in pleasure. he pauses to catch his breath. “amor i never asked you your name.” “oh um it’s y/n.” “y/n? that’s a beautiful name my love.” he kisses you again and again. the sun began to set as it started to turn dark. “um i think i should head home now. my parents are probably really worried.” he looked at you in disappointment. “will you come back my love?” “yes of course. i just- i need time to think about what the fuck is going on okay?” he laughed and agreed. he took you home and gave you a kiss goodbye. you watched as he entered the water and disappeared.

#male reader #male reader insert #malereader #men #tenoch huerta #tenoch x reader #namor x reader #namor the sub mariner #black panther wakanda forvever spoilers #gay smut #gay reader #marvel x y/n

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demigoddessqueens · 1 year

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pregnancy headcanons

Look me in the eye and tell me he wouldn’t be ecstatic

First off, the day you tell Namor is the happiest of his life!!

You were completely nervous, wringing your hands, and your love was by your side with concern and intent pouring from his eyes.

“I’m—I’m pregnant, Namor.”

1,2,3…eyes widen, hands tightening on yours and then next thing you know, you’re pulled into Namor’s embrace.

“My love! This is a sign—I never thought I would be—I mean, that we—!”

It touches your heart to see him rambling and overflowing with such joy 🥹

Over the next few months, he’s constantly checking on you; always getting whatever you need even with the weird cravings and always making sure you’re comfortable

If you tell him what you’re thinking of for names, maybe something that includes his mother’s name, be prepared for water works (literally!)

The mural he’s painted? Now it’s addition consists of you, him, and the little one to come

Has new clothes and jewelry made for his greatest gift

Look me in the eye and tell me that he wouldn’t tell stories or sing to your stomach. Lost in complete admiration.

On the day of birth, Namor drops everything to be by your side, refusing to leave. Whispering his praise and encouragement as you endure the pangs through your body.

If it’s a little prince or princess, or both, nothing could compare to the moment and love Namor has as they’re placed in his arms.

#mcu #marvel #marvel headcanons #namor black panther wakanda forever #namor headcanons #namor x poc!reader #marvel imagine #namor x wakanda!reader #pregnancy headcanon #namor x mutant!reader #namor x y/n #namor x reader #namor x you #tenoch huerta #k’uk’ulkan

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theplaid-wearingmoose · 1 year

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Crazy ~Namor x Reader smut for anon~

An NSFW where the reader is willing to kill Namor to protect their children from him. (Note: His crazy ass likes it a little too much.)

Warning: overbearing/ borderline violent Namor. (Nobody gets seriously hurt)

You had no idea what had come over your king. You were reading with your children in their bedroom when you heard crashing and shouts of his rage. Your two children jumped in your arms and you held them to you tightly. "Ma'alo'ob (it's alright), don't worry. Your father is just having a bad day." You reassured them. You rose to your feet and gently stroked their heads. "Stay here. I will take care of this." You said, calmly.

Before you could find your husband, he came storming into the childrens' bedroom. His eyes were large and wild. He was breathing heavy and looked fresh from battle. "In yakunaj (my love), what has happened? What's wrong?" "The surface dwellers! They would threaten Talokan with war over our vibranium! I have waited too long to strike...I must destroy them all NOW!" His voice thundered through the large room, scaring your children.

Your son and daughter whimpered at their father's voice and clung to your skirt. His wild eyes were drawn to them and you could see his anger take over him. "Why do you cry?! Crying is weakness! We must be strong against our enemy!" He shouted, pacing quickly. "Stop that, you are frightening them." You scolded. He whirled around to look at you. "THEY SHOULD BE! Our enemy will try to destroy every last one of us to get what they want! We cannot be weak!"

He lunged forward and grabbed your son's arm, yanking him away from you. "My children will learn to be strong! They will be powerful like their father. They will rule over the surface dwellers like the K'uk'ulkan!" He shouted. Your son began to cry harder in his grip. You hardly recognized your husband. He was like a man possessed. You quickly moved your daughter behind you and unsheathed your dagger from it's hidden place in the folds of your dress. You pointed right at your husband's neck, glaring at him.

"Tu ch'a'ajo'oltaj.....Bejla'e'! (Release him....now!)" You hissed. Surprise flashed across his face for a brief moment before being replaced with a smirk. "Would you kill me, in yakunaj?" Your glare and dagger remained steadily fixed on him. "Let go of our son this instant and I will consider sparing you." You growled. He remained still for a second, the sound of your children sniffling was the only sound to be heard in the room. Finally, your husband released your son slowly, raising his hands in surrender. Your son ran back over to you. You bent to kiss the top of his head, dagger still prepared to defend him. "Take your sister and leave us. I will find you later. Go now, my darlings." You gently demanded. Your son wasted no time in grabbing his sister's hand and running quickly from the room.

"Well that was something, in reina (my queen). I did not think you would ever turn your weapon on me." "I did not think I would ever have to. But when you threaten our children, I will not hesitate, Namor." He flinched like you had burned him. "Am I your enemy now, in yakunaj?" He growled, baring his teeth like a wild animal. "You tell me, K'uk'ulkan?" You replied, venom present in your tone.

With lightning speed, he flew at you. He knocked your dagger from your hand and pushed you against the wall. His mutant strength kept you pinned there, despite your struggling. His smirk grew wider on his face. "You look so beautiful when you are fiery like this, in reina. The surface people would tremble in fear if they could see you like this." You huffed and struggled harder against him. "I don't think so, my love. You threatened the king. That is a crime and you will be punished."

His knee shoved between your legs, forcing them apart. You moaned as his lips attacked your neck "So...me threatening your life turns you on?" You spat, trying not to give him the satisfaction of knowing his touch was working on you. "It is your passion and fierceness that make me like this, my princess. You should know by now I love to see you like that." You rolled your eyes both in annoyance and pleasure as his thigh pressed against your clit. "I can feel you getting wet for me, in reina. Just give in to me, let me take you like this." He murmured against your skin. His hands released yours and slid down to your hips.

You let out a harsh growl as your grabbed his face and pulled it yours. His hands quickly flew back up and tangled in your hair. Shivers ran down your spine as he scratched his fingers on your scalp. You lifted your skirts up, giving you access to your wetness. Wasting no time, his fingers were inside you as he sucked on your neck. He groaned as your nails dragged down his back. You jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist, his hips keeping you pressed up against the wall. "Inside me, in ajawo". (my king) You demanded, pushing down his green shorts. "As you wish, in reina."

The two of you cried out loudly as he pushed fully inside you. You held onto him tight as he set brutal pace. Your breasts bounced in his face and he couldn't stop himself from burying his face in them. You moaned his name as he filled you, hitting the right spot with every stroke. "Ohhh yes, my K'uk'ulkan! Take me!" You cried, pleasure coursing through every part of your body. His smirk was back on his face when you looked at him. "You sound so beautiful giving me orders, in reina. Do I make you feel good?" He moaned. You nodded fast and pulled at his hair, crying out a "Yes!"

Your orgasm was fast approaching and you barely had time to alert him before it was crashing over you in waves of ecstasy. He put you down as you were coming down from your high. You felt him pressing on your shoulders, pushing you to your knees. You huffed at him, wanting him to finish inside you. "You are still getting punished, in reina. I will finish inside you, but not there." He grinned, baring his teeth. Getting the hint, you sat up on your knees and let your mouth fall open. He placed the tip of his cock on your tongue and held your hair as you went to work on him. You took him as far in as you could, tasting yourself on him. His head fell back as you ran your tongue up and down his length. "I'm so close, princesa. Don't stop..." He rasped. You stroked and sucked him harder until he let out a loud moan and bucked into your mouth. You felt his warm cum spilling down your throat and swallowed all of it down.

When you thoroughly cleaned him up, he joined you on the floor and pulled you to him. "I apologize for my behavior, in yakunaj. The threat of the surface dwellers has terrified me. I do not wish to lose you, or our children, or our people." You sighed and laid your head on his chest. "I think you had better apologize to our children for scaring them. They should not have to live in fear of you when you get stressed." You stood and fixed your clothes. You began walking out of the room before turning back and flashing your husband a similar grin to the one he had given you earlier. "And you would be wise to remember, my king, that if you do that again I will not hesitate to stab you."

You ducked from the room leaving a shocked but aroused Namor sitting on the floor, reminded of exactly why he had married you.

#namor smut #namor x reader #namor x reader smut #namor the sub mariner #kukulkán #kukulkan x reader #kukulkan smut

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feyhunter78 · 1 year

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Dearer than I?

Description: You must choose between betraying your dear friend or your dearest love. Got bored during my last half hour of work, and that TikTok audio has been stuck in my head, so here's my attempt to purge it from my mind. Enjoy!!!

His hand is outstretched, patient but pleading, his eyes, dark and intense, but somehow still soft as sunlight settling on the ocean floor.

Your arms are wrapped around yourself, tight and desperate, attempting to keep yourself from metaphorically spilling onto the sand, a bloody mess of grief and regret, of anger and loss.

“Please in yakunaj.” His voice is a whisper, breaking at the end, and it feels as if someone has taken a spear and jammed it through your chest.

You want to look away, you’re desperate to, but cannot. His eyes always draw you back, he need not open his mouth to sing, you were ensnared by a single glance, by the kaleidoscope of warm colors weaved within his eyes.

The invisible thread that exists between you and him keeps you pinned in place. “I would be betraying Shuri, she is my friend, I owe her my life.”

“You would betray me, instead?” He asked, voice still soft, as if it would pain him to raise it.

You wished he would yell, scream, rage, do anything, be anything, but this soft broken K’uk’ulkan that stands before you.

You swallow hard, blinking away tears, your lips move but no sound escapes.

The waves crash on the shore, the nightbirds sing, the wind swirls between the two of you, and you take a step forward. Towards him, the man—the god—the mutant—whatever the hell he is, and he takes in a quick breath, chest expanding as you draw closer.

“I love you.” You manage to utter, your heart in a vice grip, the pressure of the choice you must make weighs so heavily upon you, and you wish to collapse, to drown, rather than make it.

“Then take my hand, burn the world with me.” He pleaded, the moonlight bathing him in her soft glow, shining off the gold he adorned himself with.

All his focus is on you, every flicker within his eyes, every rise and fall of his chest, every syllable that passes through those perfectly formed lips, is for you.

“I would be betraying Wakanda, the very country I left my home to protect, the one who embraced me even though I did not bear her blood.” You stressed, praying he would understand, that somehow, he would make the decision for you.

“And you believe Talkon would not do the same? That they would not welcome you with open arms, that my people would not rejoice in the fact that I have found my queen?” His fingers twitched as if he wished to take your hand, to press it to his heart as he often did when making silent promises.

“I didn’t say that—”

The anguish is clear in his low voice as he cuts you off. “You are mine, my queen, you have stolen my heart and held it captive within your chest. I cannot retrieve it without cracking open your ribs and ripping it out, and to do so—to do so would end me. I cannot fathom harming you in reina, do not force my hand, I beg of you.”

Tears slip down your cheeks, your heart pounds against your chest so strongly for a moment you think that perhaps he is right, his heart resides beside your own, for your heart never possessed such strength. “If I could return it to you, I would, K’uk’ulkan I would never wish you pain, never wish to force your hand.”

His tone is angry now, words sharp as the weapons his people favor, but his eyes remain swirling pools of grief. “I do not want it back, it is yours. I want you. I want the woman I love by my side, where I can protect her.”

You’re on the brink of sobbing, of falling to the sand and crying until your tears flow, so heavily you become one with the sea. “I cannot betray them; they are dear to me.”

His fingers curl inwards, slowly, mournfully. “Dearer than I?”

You shake your head, mind a whirlwind of choices, of answers, of guilt and grief, and want.

You want to be with K’uk’ulkan, you want to ease his pain, to smooth out the furrow of his brow, to sit by his side and be his queen. You are both immortal, if Talkon remained hidden, you would rule together for eternity.

“No, no one is dearer than you.” You admit, half-adoringly, half-helplessly.

You are helpless against the torrent that is your affections for him, helpless to the call of his heart to yours. He’s wrong, his heart does not reside within your chest, beside your own, for yours has slipped between the cracks of your ribs and into his own. He carries your heart as you carry his.

“Then I do not under—”

It’s your turn to cut him off. You take his hand, unfurling it, and bringing it to your cheek before you kiss him. Fervently, desperately, wishing to drown in him before your grief chokes you. “No one, there is no one dearer than you.” You assure him, willing your heart to return to your chest, to free him from this torment.

Your heart gives no answer except beating in time with his, two drums of war echoing each other’s call.

He cradles your cheek, his free arm wrapping around your waist, crushing you against him. “In reina, in reina, in reina.” He whispered over and over as he brushed soft, grateful kisses to every inch of your skin. “I love you, only you, I am yours.”

“I am yours, your queen.” You echo, letting him take you under, the world muffled by the sea.

You would not face Shuri, would not return to Wakanda until she was long dead, perhaps then you could seek forgiveness from her grave.

Tag list: @nyctophilic0vitnir, @starlady66

#namor x reader #namor x you #k’uk’ulkan #k'uk'ulkan x you #k'uk'ulkan x reader #tenoch huerta namor #mcu namor #meg's writing #ok I feel like this was poetic af and I love that for me #mutant!reader #healer!reader #let's just say I'm always making the reader a healing mutant bc it's easier #unless I had like a request for a different type of reader then obvi I'd follow the request #namor imagine #namor fanfiction #i love when men are in anguish over their love #it's just *chef's kiss*

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milkfromcats · 1 year

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𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒚 𝑺𝒂𝒍𝒕

Part One

Mature | 18+ Minors DNI Pairing: Namor x Mutant! Afro-Latina OC Word Count: 3.2k Warnings: kissing, heavy touching, grinding, some rough handling (list will grow in the next part)

It started with a scent.

The jungle was an array of experiences to anyone’s senses, but to hers especially.

Why are we leaving again? Disappointment. Fear.

There are some things we haven’t fully explained to you yet—

She let the voices of those she loved the most fuel her rage, the betrayal she felt.

The thick, humid air clung to her skin as she ran. She carried on through the jungle’s lush green undergrowth, the white moon’s glow cutting between the tree’s broad leaves from above. Even with the scarce lighting, she moved with ease to nowhere in particular.

Or, maybe she was determined to be lost, if only for a short time. Lost to it all—the aroma of fresh rain, thick undertones of wet dirt, fleeting hints of flowers, sounds of crackling branches beneath the weight of wildlife, the soft whisper of the leaves rustling against one another and the trickling of water somewhere in the distance.

It wasn’t hard to lose herself to it, embrace herself in it. Because that’s who she was, that was her truth—a mutant with senses like an animal, a predator.

But tonight, it wasn’t enough. Everything was too much and all at once. Something burned within her and struggled to reach the surface.

Her escape between the trees had started from impulse—to get away, to process her emotions—but quickly morphed into a search, a chase. Her body was after something, she realized. Her head hurt with the efforts to understand, but it seemed a part of her already knew.

No, she hadn’t run because she was mad at her parents, had she? She didn’t wander into the night to get away. No, she realized. She was looking for something. Or being drawn to it. With her speed, it didn’t take long before she found it. Him.

She slowed her movements while the thumping of her heart became a frantic drum off beat. It was so loud. Could he hear it too?

An invisible pull from within—an instinct—and she was close enough to touch him.

Her mind fractured then, pieces of reason shattered like glass. Pieces fell in the direction of hypervigilance—who was he, he could be dangerous, why does he look so different. Other pieces melted in the uncontrollable heat blossoming beneath her skin—get closer, kiss him, take him.

Their gazes met, broke apart, and met again. He parted his lips and she moved.

He tasted like the sun and sea salt.

Shivers wrecked her body. She braced herself on the tips of her toes, fingers threading into his dark hair. His chest, bare, brushed against her front. She felt her nipples harden into tight peaks and she pressed further into him until they were molded together. She’d never kissed anyone so intensely before, but the knot of fire in her belly guided her ruthlessly. She drove her tongue into the hot cavern of his mouth.

Like a wall, he seemed to break with the taste of her. He groaned. His hands found the fleshy mounds of her backside and he squeezed, his pelvis grinding into hers. His actions made the blood in her veins feel like liquid fire. Her knees buckled and she could smell the pooling of her own arousal between her thighs.

She hooked her hands into the thick belt around his midsection, tugging him frantically as she stumbled back until her back pressed into the nearest hard surface. She’d pulled her lips away to breathe, but never kept her mouth from his for long. She tasted him—his lips, his tongue, his beard, his neck—and nipped at his earlobes. She had him panting.

When she cupped him through his clothing, he hissed through his teeth and one large hand wrapped around her jaw to tilt her head back. His touch was gentle, but firm. He managed, though breathless, “Pa'atik—”

He studied her beneath glowing moonlight.

Suddenly, a scream—her mother’s.

She ripped herself away from the stranger. “No! No, I—” But she didn’t have the words. Then she disappeared into the jungle’s depths.

The feathered serpent god moved by night.

Within the river’s darkness, beneath the cool, still water, was his passage to what he sought—what he needed. He rose, gradual and silent. Before the water’s gentle ripples settled around his break in its surface, he was in the air.

Beneath the white moon, he weaved a familiar path within the shadows on the outskirts of Birnin Zana. A handful of his warriors were not far behind.

The city was a maze of towering structures and crowded streets almost all hours of the day and night. Fortunately, there was no need to travel too far into the city’s realm. He’d flown this route many times over the last few weeks, arriving at his desired destination with ease: a small house in a village not far from the shore.

He found her sprawled across her sofa with the lights on. She’d fallen asleep while working, again. And not unlike most nights, she left the window near her kitchen open.

He gave a simple commanding gesture and the hypnotizing hymn of his people carried through the quiet night. Only loud enough for her ears, he entered with the promise she would remain asleep and unaware.

He gazed upon her sleeping form. She lay curled on her side, a pen still folded in her hand. Papers littered the coffee table and rug beneath. Her sleep was deep, from what he gathered. She’d drooled over a sheet of paper caught between her cheek and the sofa cushion. Still, despite the melody’s strong lull, his presence seemed to affect her—stirring something deep within her dreams—and she turned over in her sleep with a small sigh.

He almost laughed when he'd put it all together.

Weeks ago, when he’d led an attack on Wakanda, she’d been there. She’d thrown herself haphazardly in front of an elderly woman in the midst of calculated chaos, using her body as a shield from debris. Her arm was outstretched and then a command snapped at one of his warriors: “No—stop!”

Her voice should have meant nothing, just another casualty. Yet, the moment it reached his ears, something struck within—like the deliberate tug at a string pulled too tight. He’d ignored the strange occurrence then, but then a hazy memory of wild violet colored eyes bled into his dreams. And it clicked.

It was decades ago—during a different time, on a different coast. It had been brief. But it was her, without a doubt. She’d disappeared after that night, and he’d assumed she’d died. How wrong he’d been. The small woman he’d met in the jungles off the coast of the Caribbean Sea was alive and well.

The god knelt.

She looked the same as she did all those years ago.

A sudden urge to brush a stray curl from her brow made his fingers twitch. A certain pull, a warmth, enveloped his chest and spread like a whisper down his bare spine. She'd come for him, he was sure. He'd give her little choice in the matter.

Softly, he placed a conch shell atop the paper and books on her coffee table. Within it, a message.

A threat, possibly. But he'd do what he'd have to. As a king, as a god.

With a solemn breeze, he was gone and headed back for Talokan.

Aza woke when her kimoyo beads began to sound an alarm.

With a loud groan, she tinkered with the bracelet and shut the alarm off.

Aza rubbed at her eyes and blinked slowly until her surroundings came into focus. There was a slight burn—she'd fallen asleep with her contacts in again.

Sitting, she rested her elbows atop her knees and yawned. A few moments passed and she felt something off. A quick glance around and she saw what caused such a feeling.

A subtle hint of sea salt lingered in the air, a presence almost all its own. A large shell, placed upon her coffee table with unquestionable purpose. Sunlight highlighted the ridges of its beautiful texture. Gingerly, she reached for it.

As she brought the shell to her lap, something else slipped to the floor. Her brows lowered, trepidation beginning to build a force to weigh on her shoulders and set her nerves alight.

A note, she realized. What is—

There wasn't but a single word on it, and yet she felt the bile rise to her throat.

Mutant.

Aza replayed the events of her incredibly mundane day in her head. She remembered heading home after a long day of lectures and making a quick bite to eat. She had a few essays to go over and made the bad decision of sitting on her comfortable sofa rather than her desk to work. The last thing she recalled was promising herself she'd only rest her eyes for a few minutes. But then—

Near her kitchen, the window she forgot to shut solidified a pestering notion at the back of her mind. She slammed it shut, biting the inside of her cheek.

It was him. Namor.

The one that had murdered their queen, among many others.

When Aza had learned of Wakanda's newest threat, she knew it was only a matter of time. Word spread across campus and among her colleagues like an airborne illness. Rumors sang of a man from the sea with wings on his ankles and the strength of a god. Aza tried to act intrigued, but truthfully, she'd heard it before.

She'd seen him before. Ages ago, when she was a different person. He didn’t have a name then, and in her memory, he hardly had a face. Too many things happened that fateful night—the reminder of the irrational decision she made to kiss a random pointy-eared man in the jungle when she was young had been the last thing her subconscious kept readily available.

How hadn’t she heard him in her home? Caught his scent when he was so close?

Aza stared at the conch, thrown haphazardly on her sofa. So, he’d finally found her. And he’d used some sort of trick to get into her home.

She was sure here, in Wakanda, she'd never run into anyone from her previous life. She hadn't accounted for a god, though. Shit.

Aza waited at the shore, the conch shell in hand.

It was almost midnight now, and the tension in her back that had been resonating all day was mere seconds from snapping.

Although she expected to see him rise from the sea, she wasn't at all surprised when she felt his presence in the sand behind her. He’d been watching, she was sure.

"You came."

Chills danced along her skin and her breath almost escaped her with the ocean breeze. Still, she set her shoulders straight and turned around.

"You left this behind." Aza dropped the shell to her feet. It made a muted thud when it hit the sand. His eyes never left her.

"Beeyo'." The god dragged his gaze across her rigid form. He tilted his head slightly, "Incredible."

Aza lowered her brow, "What is it you want?"

As he approached further, she kept her lips from parting in awe. He was a vision—from the collar weaved of precious shells and vibranium that hung from his neck, the jewelry adorning his pointed ears and piercing through his nose, the golden bands around the thick muscles of his arms.

He presented himself as nothing less than a king.

Decades ago, when she'd first laid eyes on the legendary god, there hadn't been time to gawk.

Something had changed within her—a transformation taking shape within her own body that ripped any sort of facade of normality from beneath her feet. And when her parents had tried to explain, she’d been inconsolable. You were made for something important, her mother had said. And then her mother’s life was taken by those very people that had “made” her.

Aza caught a glimpse of the final feature so many knew him for: the wings.

"I am in need of your assistance." He said simply.

"Whatever it is you need assistance with, keep me out of it." Aza folded her arms across her chest, hands curling into the sleeves of her thin sweater. "I don't want anything to do—"

Namor took another casual step closer. "How long have you been here, chan ch'úupalo, hiding right under their noses? Hm?" Aza narrowed her eyes and a corner of his mouth ticked up in a smug smirk. His head lowered, dark eyes glittering with fascination. "It’s nice to see you again."

Aza's heart stammered in her chest. "There isn't really a point in denying it then, is there?"

"No."

"So," Aza resigned herself, partially out of curiosity. "What exactly do you need me to help you with?"

Namor's features were enhanced when a smile tugged at his lips. The white of his teeth was a stark contrast to his dark facial hair.

“Come with me to Talokan.”

"Come with you to—?" Aza met his eyes, incredulous. “Wait a minute, I can’t just—”

Namor continued, unconcerned with her reaction. “Of course you can.” His lips pursed in thought for a beat, brows lowering and then lifting again. “And you’ll marry me, too.”

Namor wasn’t the least bit surprised when the little mutant’s first reaction had been to attempt to crush his nose with that tiny fist of hers. She’d been quick too. But he’d caught her wrist mid strike.

A fury was trapped behind her eyes, “Marry you? Are you out of your mind?”

“Unfortunately, no.”

Aza yanked her hand from his grasp and turned, beginning her walk back through the surrounding trees and brush.

Namor promptly followed. “We aren’t finished talking.”

She didn’t bother looking over her shoulder, “You might not be, but I am.”

He let her retreat until she reached the edge of the brush. When she was moments from passing a tree, Namor flew the distance in a second and reached for her again. To his amusement, the little mutant just narrowly avoided his grasp and swiveled away, her back pressed against another tree an arm’s length away.

She glared. “I said I’m done talking.”

He was beginning to tire of her insistent stubbornness. He hadn’t even gotten through a fraction of what he planned to say. He increased his speed the second time around, encircling one arm around her middle and hurtled them through the air until he had her pinned against another tree, her wrists trapped within one iron tight grasp.

The impact hadn’t been hard, but her breath left her in a gasp of surprise. She jerked in his hold.

“But I’m not.” Namor said gruffly. “And if you even think about kicking me between the legs, x-ch'úupal, I won’t hesitate to break these little wrists of yours.”

“Fine,” She hissed, “But let me go.”

Namor’s eyes traveled down. He watched and waited for her breathing to slow. It didn’t go unnoticed that her flimsy sweater had parted in their tussle. Cleavage spilled over her top of her tank top as his body pressed into hers. Memories collided into the front of his mind, dragging him back through time.

He inhaled. Mangos and cinnamon.

The scent bothered him, an uncertain restlessness growing. Figuring the sooner he returned to his kingdom, deep beneath the earth, the better. Something about this night was off.

Before he lifted into the air, his steps slowed and he was drifting. His mind began to grow hazy as he wandered. Moments later, he thought he might’ve been seeing things.

A woman had appeared through the trees, her expression unreadable. He narrowed his eyes, traveling the length of her body with an uneasy feeling settling in the pit of his stomach.

She was dressed plainly, her arms bare and her hair, a wild dark mass of curls, tied back loosely. Her skin was a rich brown and looked incredibly smooth, even from the distance in which he stood. Her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, drawing his attention to her breasts—a fine sheen of sweat glistened down her neck and collarbone—before he met her gaze.

As she drew close, he noticed the glimmering shade of violet in her eyes.

She didn’t appear dangerous, but something radiated from her. Like hunger, he thought. A wave of her scent flooded his senses, wrapping his body in heat that demanded control. She was dangerous, he decided. He just wasn’t sure how.

His lips parted to speak, but then he was saturated by something entirely new—by her.

Her lips were clumsy, inexperienced, but the grip she had on his hair was confident. He didn’t have the time to think—to question this surreal situation he’d somehow found himself in—before her tongue met his, allowing him to taste her fully.

And he was lost.

His hands moved, finding anchorage through a firm grip on her ass. She pushed herself impossibly closer until they were an entanglement of hot limbs and desperate mouths. His mouth worked over hers to its own accord. A battle of dominance began when his lips dragged hers forward to the point of almost breaking the contact, making her chase for what she was after, and she returned the torment with vigor.

He wanted more—needed more. His hips ground forward, instinctively searching for the warmth he sought to bury himself within. He was so fucking hard. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been on the verge of spilling this fast and all she’d done was kiss him. His cock ached between their bodies, against the softness of her belly.

Finally, she broke for air and he licked his lips because he instantly missed the taste of her. When her hot little tongue returned, it was everywhere but his mouth. She held onto his shoulders, blunt nails digging into his flesh as she ravaged her way across his neck.

With a small whimper, she gripped him by his belt. He let her tug him along with her until her back was pressed into a rocky formation and he had her pinned. She nipped at his earlobe and he felt his sac tighten in anticipation. Take her, fuck her, keep her—

And then she cupped him, the direct touch thrusting him into some semblance of cognizance.

Wait—

He wrapped his fingers around her jaw, ceasing her movements. “Pa'atik—” He managed, slightly frustrated at how subdued he sounded. What was happening? Who was this woman?

He drew her head up carefully, searching for her eyes again. He wanted to look upon her face once more while she was close. He tried to ignore the hints of her scent that lingered and he exhaled slowly, forcing his focus to remain on her features and not how fucking good she felt against him.

Though, before he could consider what he’d say next, a scream ripped through their moment of silence. She was out of his embrace with a sharp “no”. The word fell from her lips with a tone of bewilderment.

His arm felt heavy when he lifted to reach for her, as if a part of him already knew it was too late anyways.

Wait—

And then she was gone.

Namor held his forehead against hers, “Ba'ax ta meentaj?” His voice was barely a whisper, “That night—what did you do to me?”

-to be continued-

A/N: Hello, hello. Jeez, I can't even remember the last time I wrote a fanfic. It's been a long time. Please let me know if there are any warnings I forgot to mention. Below are the translations, although I did use an online translator so if anything is incorrect, please let me know! This will probably be in 3 parts, but I just wanted to set the stage for the smut that is to come lol.

Translations:

Pa'atik : wait Beeyo' : that's right Chan ch'úupalo : little girl X-ch'úupal : girl Ba'ax ta meentaj? : what did you do?

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Hello!

Can i request for a namor x fem avenger reader where she can control elements and after the events of the endgame she came to live near the beach for peace and quiet

A little child from namors kingdome got curious and stole the equipment to breath air to greet her

She saw him and she played with him and they became friends

Namor notices that some equipement is missing so him,attuma and namora come and see amd the child is without the equipment because y/n is keeping him safe with her powers

And namor just becomes obsessed

And the people of takatoa

And smut ensures?

sorry for taking so long to write, my week was complicated and I had no motivation to write, I hope you like it, I tried to make good content 💕.

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When your powers emerged, you were sent to an institution, where there were more people with you, mutants, no matter how many tears you shed, your parents left you there and never came back. It was thanks to Natasha Romanoff, that you found your place, she found you during a mission, you had saved her life by burning a man who was after her, Natasha took you in, saw potential in you, so she took you to be trained, so that one day you would be an avenger. As an avenger, your duty was to protect the earth and the people, that was your purpose, to be a hero and save lives, that was why you fought against Thanos, and when it was all over, many of your friends died.

In search of peace and tranquility, you left for the beach, where the water was abundant and the winds were aggressive at night, far away from all the pain caused by Thanos, the water washed your body of bad memories and brought you shells as gifts. After a few months living in this small house, your routine began to take shape, first the day started with a good breakfast, then you cleaned the house and went to the beach, swam and sometimes cleaned up the garbage left by some people, in the afternoon you were free to read or do anything artistic you wanted, and at night you ate a home cooked meal and slept. On rainy days your powers became a little too strong, the water hitting hard against the rocks sharpened your senses, and all you wanted was to get outside and be free to use your powers.

That's how you met him, on a stormy night, a blue boy, standing near the edge of the sea, at first you thought he might have been lost or drowned, but when he started walking towards you, saying some things in an unknown language, you realized that he was not from the surface, this boy was from the water.

Even without fully understanding what he was saying, you managed to communicate, showed the boy your house and dried his wet skin, the moment you handed him a mug of hot chocolate, you realized that he couldn't drink because he needed the device on his face to breathe. Fearful, you used your power to create a circumference of water around the boy's neck, allowing him not to need to wear the braces covering his mouth and to be able to drink the hot chocolate, he was almost the sponge bob in Sandy's house.

That wasn't the last time you saw the boy, every other day he would come back at night to play in the water, drink hot chocolate, or watch movies on TV. Then suddenly the child disappeared, a week went by and he didn't come, you waited every night for him at the water's edge, but there was no sign of the boy.

Until one dawn, noises of footsteps were coming from outside the house, running outside you saw the blue boy, hugged him and smiled when he returned the hug. The sun was setting, but still you two played in the sand, running around, and throwing water at each other.

Unbeknownst to you, from afar, three figures were watching you, watching you play with the boy, and using your powers so that he could be without the equipment. During the boy's disappearance, K'uk'ulkan, was interrogating him, asking about the missing equipment, and what the boy had used the equipment for, so when the child told him about you and how the two of them played at night in the water, Namora and Attuma along with K'uk'ulkan went to the surface and watched their powers flow from you to playing with the boy.

Slowly, the three approached, and when you noticed their presence, you quickly moved into attack position, afraid that they would hurt you or the kid.

"Who are you?"

"I am K'uk'ulkan, King of Talokan, my enemies call me Namor, but I don't think it is suitable for you."

"What do you mean?."

"I know you are not an enemy, you present no risk, I have observed you for a few days, I am curious about your powers, and so are my people."

Since that day K'uk'ulkan and you began to meet, he told about how he found out the boy was going to the surface, the child's parents noticed him missing at night, and curiously at the same time, that equipment also disappeared.

In every encounter, more and more, the King of Talokan fell in love with you, he felt a fascination for your power, and watched whenever possible you use your power to amuse the boy. The child's parents wanted to know who was the person who caught their child's attention, so K'uk'ulkan, Namora and Attuma, took the little family to meet you, they were curious about the person who could control the four elements.

Soon the news spread through Talokan, most saw you as a possible ally, but others like Attuma and Namora, believed you could be the Queen at K'uk'ulkan's side.

Of course the King knew about this gossip, the years were passing and he still didn't have a Queen at his side, but with you, he saw a possibility, who would be better than a powerful woman like you? He knew that he was destined to be with the woman who captivated one of his small children, and who instead of attacking, took the boy into her home and cared for him as if he were her son too, K'uk'ulkan knew that you were his Queen.

The people of Talokan accepted the King's choice, not because they were afraid of him, but because they knew you would be a good Queen for them, and even the most distrustful like Namora, began to love the future Queen, you would give security and protect them as you did the people on the surface, that was your purpose now, it was your destiny to be Queen of Talokan.

"Marry me, be my Queen, y/n, with your strength and mine, one day we can burn the world, you have enchanted me since the first time I saw you, like a mermaid."

K'uk'ulkan believed he would have the strength to control himself until the wedding, but he was wrong, lust was stronger, the moment you agreed to marry, he pressed his lips to yours, his strong calloused hands gripped your body. In the blink of an eye, his big hand was on your pussy, touching your clit until you came.

"My love, cum for me, I want you to wet my hand before I put my cock in you."

When he was satisfied, he kissed your mouth, it was a hot and wet kiss, he laid you on the bed with your back to him, in your ear he whispered in a groggy, panting voice.

"Forgive me for being so impatient, I can't control myself anymore, the only thing I can think about is your body and how I want to fuck you."

The room was being filled with the smell of sex, as he teased your pussy, rubbing his cock against you, his hands grabbed your breasts and squeezed them hard enough to leave marks.

"Beg."

"Please."

*Quickly K'uk'ulkan lifted one of your legs, positioned his cock in your pussy and thrust deeply, his breathing was ragged as his thrusts got faster and faster.

"Allow me to cum inside you, love, a good husband should always cum inside his wife, to give her children, say you want it, I will give every drop to your pussy."

The words spoken in your ear made your pussy tighten around his cock, K'uk'ulkan wanted to get you pregnant, the idea of being a mother never crossed your mind, but now, with his cock so deep, reaching that place that made you see stars, yes, you wanted to be a mother.

"Please, K'uk'ulkan, my husband, cum in me."

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