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Waves of Love
pairing: Namor x reader
concept: When you look into the water, you see the reflection of love.
word count: 1k
warnings: poetic fluff, soft smut (fingering), beach soft smut, kisses, ocean love, slight angst but just amor, In k'áatech = I love you; Meent' uts= please; In yakunaj= my love nikté =flower, Itzia: = princess,
a/n: You have no idea how much I love Namor and what he is representing for my people. This is for my Latinos/Latinas amores
beta read but all mistakes are mine: @mrsmischief209
gif and moodboard made by me
line divider by the lovely @s-tarksintern
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Let your love warm me up while you are here
There is peace in the blue sky, the sand, and the endless ocean.
Lost loves have moved on without you, leaving you with nothing but sand beneath your feet and a sense of being abandoned on this land. The waves wash up and down on your toes, telling you that the lost souls in this world are dead.
This beach, however, is special to you because it is the only place where you can breathe and where the ocean caresses your body.
Thanks to him.
Ku'ku'lkán
As you called him on the shell, you got a sense of new, refreshing outlook on life.
I will do everything in my power to bring you out of the shadows in this collapsing world
You will discover a deeper understanding of yourself and life if you give the waves a chance to speak to you.
Namor.
Yo daré mi vida entera para el.
From the waves you see him emerge, and here you are giving him a chance and filling your heart with love. While you close your eyes, the sunlight warms your face. As he emerges from the sea, you can hear the wind whispering his song.
He sees you standing there and sees the dress around you, thinking of how it won't be allowed in his ocean. A smirk spreads across his face as he walks toward the shore with the sun shining on his golden spear.
There will be no one dearer to him than you and his only love. Weeping tears of loss and loneliness at the sight of the night. He promised you, when you shared your fears with him, there would be no fears allowed, as the ocean is feared, but you would become his queen, so you will be feared by all.
Use the power as a weapon to heal everything.
There is no good to be found on the surface because of the history of greedy destruction, of love sacrificed for power, and of conquest. You give him hope for the future with your bright eyes and beautiful spirit.
The soft breezes of another world lullaby to you as you stop, sit still, and listen.. You are in his dreams, and you wave at him as sweet dreams fill your heart.
His brown eyes stared at you and let the sun burn away the fear, melting into a wave of pleasure for him. He kisses the hand of the most precious thing in his life when he lifts it to his lips.
You.
Your bare toes touch the deep of the ocean as he pulls you toward the water.
A laugh escapes you, "Namor."
His eyes danced as he teased, "I got you, Itzia."
"I-" You are trying to argue, but Namor is leaning forward and pressing his lips against yours, silencing you.
Because of this, my love, you are the brightest
During the kiss as your eyes fell shut, you didn't even realize he rips your dress floating somewhere in the water, his arms around your waist, and your legs around his waist.
"My pretty Nikté." Namor murmured with a soft grin, his thumb stroking down your damp cheek. You smiled against his palm.
"How did I get so lucky to have you, In yakunaj?" he murmured in clear amusement and kissed your forehead.
His fingertips ran down your body, leaving a gentle cooling effect. Your eyes widened in surprise as you suddenly found yourself underwater. Then, while underwater, he smirks and kisses you again.
When you look into the water, you see the reflection of love.
He holds your wrist against the sand tracing the bracelet he gave when he took you to his kingdom. He smirks as his hands trace down your bare legs, "Who is your amor”.
"Namor," staring up at him with an intrigued expression on your face. "Meent' uts, more"
Two of Namor's fingers slide inside your pussy, gently stroking you.The other hand traces against your stomach reverently. Gliding slowly up to your breast to caress the heated flesh.His face lights up at the sound of your pleasurable moans.
"Fuck!" you scream at the strong orgasm creeping up your body. When the heat and water cover your skin, your hands curl at your sides, begging silently for more as you try to hold on to the sand.
You may lose sand from your hands in this world, but He is not slipping away from you. A man who loves and fights for his people is Namor.
As soon as he removed his hands from your hip, he began lightly brushing his fingertips along the skin where his lips had been before. His love for your moans grows as he watches them evaporate into the fire. He may enjoy burning down the world for you, but he loves burning your body for him.
You wanted to be around someone like him, who had a primal look in his eyes.
Your eyes shine brighter than fire and reflect broken glass. You will open your eyes to love if you let me.
He presses soft kisses on your neck as he strokes his fingers around your inside. Bringing you the push and pull in the way of a tsunami as if he commands the water to his will.
In k'áatech
Water flowing as the love dousing the fire leaving just the love that flows between both hearts no more the physical body but the emotional
I'd like to go with you.
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Sleepy morning sex with Namor. He came back late late in the night and barely gave you a kiss and a mumbled goodnight, love. He wakes up to you peppering his face and neck in kisses all while smiling down at him because you crawled on top of him. His hair is messy and he’s tired but he still wraps you in a tight hug, only to let out the raspiest moan when you grind down against him, needy for him. You murmur about how wonderful a king he is, how he’s strong and you want to take care of him this morning, and you love him more than anything. You work him up until he’s hard and then slip him inside of you. Slow sex with lots of soft praise and gentle kisses as you run your fingers through his hair. 🥺
Girlie I’m always trash for slow, morning sex. There’s something about writing it that just feels very sensual rather than filth (though I did write filthy morning sex at some point…👀☕️).
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Namor sleepily reaches out you. His lips kissing whatever skin his mouth can reach—it’s borderline desperation mixes with devotion, and the needs to just feel you—perhaps an innate response to your body and smell in general. His hands would lazily roam your body, touching whatever parts his can find, only for him to cup your breast and knead it in his large palm. He moves slowly but with a determination until he reaches the warm space between your thighs. He dips fingers inside and finds that you’ve already wet for him, and only then will his eyes opened. The king is wide awake now…and so is his “serpent” 🤭 he will spare nothing of his strength as he beings you to your release over and over again.
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where the spirit meets the bones
Summary: Above, a merciful Sirena roams the seas of the East. Below, a lonely king seeks retribution. Your paths cross one war-torn night when you save the life of a man from the sea with feathered wings on his ankles and ears that point to the sky. Enchanted by your siren song, the feathered serpent king becomes determined to find you, even if he must wait for half a century.
Posted on AO3 here.
Pairing: Namor (K’uk’ulkan) x Filipina (Kapampangan)!Fem!Sirena!Reader
Word Count: 6.6k
Warnings: Mentions of colonization (burning of a Spanish flag in a sea storm but nothing graphic), mentions of drowning and burning (nothing explicit), slow burn (pun not intended), mutual yearning and pining, mentions of death and the afterlife. Physical descriptions of the reader include dark hair and eyes
Tagging: @justrunamok @artsynellyyy @theatreslave @musing-magpie @lostfleurs @alathan13 @velvetmel0n @mattmurdockswife @ameliachastain
Author’s Notes: Hello my darlings! After nearly two years, I have written my first fic. Please be gentle when giving feedback and I apologize if my writing is a bit rusty. But this fic is very loosely based on the Little Mermaid with some Philippine and Maya mythology.
The reader is Filipina, but from an unidentified region from the province of Pampanga, Philippines. Kapampangan is also the reader’s first language (and my second language) and does not speak Tagalog. This is the first part of a trilogy.
Translations: Kapampangan, Yucatec Mayan, and some Tagalog is used in the fic. For smaller phrases, translations are found throughout the fic in italics. For longer sentences in Kapampangan and Yucatec Mayan, translations are found at the end of the fic (with additional author’s notes).
Namor’s monologue is in italics in respect to his language. An online translating generator was used. If there are any errors in Kapampangan and/or Yucatec Mayan, please let me know and I will correct it.
How’s one to know I’d meet you where the spirit meets the bones in a faith forgotten land?
Lubao, Pampanga, June 1827
The moon was full when you rose to the surface, the night quieter than usual. Rain clouds begin to depart as the rain lightens into a steady downpour over the calming sea. The quiet after the storm, but your burning skin and aching bones say otherwise.
On the beach, a mother cries in relief as her daughter clears the water from her lungs, her arms immediately circling around her as she thanks Apong Díos and the angels above. Beside her, the father embraces his family with a joyous shout.
You had caught the girl wandering the beach earlier that evening at the peak of the rainstorm. It was high tide then, the water lapping too close and too angry as she ran along the shore. One moment she was playing on the sand, and the next, the ocean had tried to swallow her whole.
You fought against the current in search for her, your lungs aching for air as the water screamed in defiance. Your tail cramped as you dove beneath the surface, narrowly fitting between the crevices of the sharp rocks and stones. Only slivers of moonlight guided your path through the dark stormy waters.
But you found her a moment later with her head barely above water, her arms and legs thrashing to stay afloat. Her pleas for help were drowned over the sound of the beating ocean and pouring rain, falling deaf on human ears. The girl’s panicked movements only propelled her deeper into the sea, and it was a matter of seconds before she would draw her last breath.
Softly, you began to sing to her. At the sound of your voice, the girl began to still, her movements drawing to a halt as you approached her. Her eyes fluttered shut, but her breathing slowed as her body was calmed by your song. The water around you began to bend to your will the louder you sang, enchanting the creatures and tides around you into submission.
With ease, you wrapped your arms around the child and held them in a tight embrace as you swam to the shore. Her head on your shoulder, you continued to sing softly to her to quiet her mind and relax her body.
You returned her to the surface as you gently laid her body on the sand, your hand cradling the back of her head. In the distance, the yellow lights of a nearby village hut began to flicker with shadows racing across the window. Quickly, you brushed her hair out of her face and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, your hand squeezing hers.
“Gumising na.” Wake up.
At the sound of approaching voices, you released her hand and returned to the sea.
The little girl stands and holds onto her mother’s hands as they depart from the shore, but she hesitates. You watch as she tugs on her mother’s hands and turns to her, urgently pleading for her mother to listen. The mother gazes at the sea, her expression unreadable as her eyes search for answers. The girl turns and points, but her mother shakes her head and carries her in her arms as the father shields them both from the rain, retreating into the safety of their hut.
You ignore the sharp pang splintering in your chest before you turn, floating on your back with your arms outstretched and offering yourself to the sky. Up above, the clouds continue to depart as the rain slows into a whispering shower kissing your skin.
As you bask in the moonlight, you run your fingers over the curved surface of the golden pendant resting on your chest. It was the last relic of your past life, the only physical memory of who you were before the ocean had claimed you as its own. Tonight was far different than the last night you walked on land, but it was quieter nights like these where your mind wandered into the past. One by one, it all came back to you.
A gentle mother’s touch on your hand during a monsoon. A sister braiding your hair by the window. A father teaching you how to sail. A lover sneaking a kiss between dances.
The heaviness in your chest deepens, spreading to your neck and to your eyes as they sting with tears. With pieces of your past echoing in your mind, you look up to the night sky and beg for comfort. One hundred years you have served the ocean. One hundred years you have saved your people from drowning. One hundred years of protecting the secrets of the sea.
But it has also been one hundred years of loneliness.
You were unlike the other creatures who dwelled in the sea. While the sirenas feasted on men and dragged them to their deaths, you rescued them and returned them to the shore. The kataws walked on land and were mistaken for humans as they manipulated the water to their will, while you tamed the water to save the innocent. Siyokoys devoured mortals, but you loved your people who walked on the land and found beauty in their world. While you have the sea turtles and dolphins at your side, your heart remains heavy as they whisper behind you. You were not their kind, why would the ocean choose to have mercy on you?
Gazing at the moon with the water holding you close, you stretch your hands and pray. Why did save me? Must I always bear this loneliness?
The only answer you receive is the pause of rainfall and a full moon sighing in the sky.
Mérida, Yucatán Peninsula, July 1858
By the time you open your eyes, the last of the sun’s rays had settled under the sea with the cool ocean breeze tickling your skin. The dolphin who carried you whistles softly as you wake, its tail brushing against yours as it waits for your command.
“Dakal a salamat,” you whisper. Many thanks.
With a soft smile, you affectionately run your hands over the dolphin’s back as it clicks before disappearing into the sea.
You do not know how long or far you have traveled, but as you take in your surroundings, you realize that you have wandered into foreign territory. As the sky darkens into the blues, violets, and greens of the night, the ocean welcomes you into its soft embrace. Around you, the waves fall into a steady calmness. Just as you enchant humans with your voice, this new ocean comforts you in a strange way you could not quite understand, almost as if it were welcoming you home.
For a brief moment, you allow yourself to relax in these new waters by diving into its arms. As you swim beneath the surface, you find yourself finally able to breathe for the first time. You were far from your home in the Pacific, and you were far from the angry voices of the merfolk who haunted you.
“Alang cuenta,” the sirenas sneered at you when you had rescued stray fishermen from falling into their trap. Furious at your intrusion, your sisters lunged for you and tore at your tail and skin with their webbed claws and bared teeth. You screamed for mercy as you fought back, but their teeth and nails were stronger as they dragged you deeper into the darkness of the sea.
Either out of boredom or mercy, your sisters finished their prey upon you and left you in the cold depths of the ocean where the light of the sun did not reach. Hours passed before you were able to move and swim to the coral reefs where the dolphins and sea turtles found you nursing your wounds. With your arms covered in bites and your chest and tail in cuts, you found refuge in the dolphins and allowed them to carry you far away from your tormentors.
Rising to the surface, you push your hair back and run your hands over your face, suppressing a childish giggle at the realization of your newfound freedom. For weeks you traveled with the dolphins to escape their persecution. Despite spending the past one hundred years alone, for the first time in over a century, you feel nothing but relief. You were never welcomed by the creatures of the ocean back at home. Perhaps you could find a new home here.
You pause. Around you, the ocean suddenly grows cold as ripples slowly reverberate throughout the surface of the water. A chill descends your spine as you suddenly become breathless and frozen.
On the seashore, a man slowly rises from the water, holding a scepter adorned in engravings in one hand with his back turned to you. A golden plate rests on the back of his neck with matching cuffs on his arms, wrists, and legs reflecting the glow of the rising moon. A similar belt rests on his hips and above a pair of dark green shorts, the only article of clothing he wears. In the dim light, your eyes trace the broad expanse of his shoulders and the thick muscles of his back, arms, and legs. An air of regality surrounds him as he fully emerges from the water and stands in his full form.
This man is not human, you realize as he walks along the beach, the water yielding to his presence. He is a man of the sea.
Your brows furrow in confusion as he kneels on the sand.
Wings. There were wings on his ankles.
Something inside of you whispers to swim closer to the shore. With the waves beckoning towards you, you have no choice but to obey.
Holding your breath, you submerge yourself deeper into the water and hide behind a rock to avoid being seen. On the sand, the man with the winged ankles speaks softly in a language you don’t recognize.
“Jach tak in wilech,” he whispers and lowers his head. I miss you.
His movements and words are gentle as he places a white flower on the sand, his voice soft and low as he continues to speak. Your heart pounds in realization as you watch him revere someone who could not be seen. This was a grave.
Guilt consumes you as memories of your past life flood to the surface, your pendant weighing heavily on your chest. Turning away from the shore, you close your eyes to force down the tears that threaten to spill. How silly of you to think you could run away when your family rests at home across the ocean. Here, the water belongs to another. Who were you to leave your home behind and reside in a place as sacred as this?
Wiping at your eyes, you turn back to the shore and find the man speaking to the spirits. Even in the dim moonlight, you catch a glimpse of his face, his dark eyes full of emotion and grief.
Slowly, you reach for the sampaguita flowers in your hair and cradle them in your hands. One by one, you sing quietly to yourself as you place the flowers in the water. You linger for a few moments, your fingers running over the pendant on your chest as the water guides them to the beach.
“Patawad na,” you breathe. I’m sorry.
With a final prayer, you return to the sea.
On the beach, a soft hand reaches for the jasmine flowers. Dark eyes look to the horizon in search of the one who brought them, but the only answer given were the quiet waves lapping at the shore.
Gently, the man with the winged ankles places the white flowers on the sand, creating a trail from the grave and towards the spirit’s old home before disappearing into the water.
The only evidence of his arrival is soon washed away by the rising tide of the ocean.
Philippine Sea, near Manila, August 1894
Tonight was much like the last night you walked on land.
The air was laden with tension and uncertainty. Word from the fishermen and villagers had gone around that the conquistadors were having trouble with their colonies in the West. On the surface, you often found the land-dwellers running through the shadows of the trees in the jungle. The islands seemed to hum in anticipation at the whispers of a possible revolution.
In times like these, you turned a blind eye to your sisters drowning the oppressors on the beach. But your hands weren’t clean and bloodless either. As your sisters feasted on their flesh, you were the one to sing to them, distracting them with your sweet voice and innocent smile.
(You would do it again in a heartbeat, you soon realize. With each conquistador that steps into the water, another revolutionary returns safely home.)
But tonight was different from those quiet nights of revolutionaries lurking in the shadows of the jungle. Tonight was a war.
Lightning strikes through the stormy sky and fuels the flames licking at the near abandoned trade ship drowning in the fury of the summer typhoon. The white sails darken into ash as the Spanish flags fade into dust.
Around you, your sisters call to them with outstretched arms, promising to save them from a violent death. You do not sing to invite them further in, nor do you move when your sisters feed on their flesh. You watch silently as your enemies fall and drown to their death, your skin heated by the scorching fires of their sinking ships. With memories of your last night flashing through your mind, you gaze at the burning flags in contempt. It is only fitting that the last thing they see is your face before falling to their demise.
Suddenly, one of your sisters screams and points to the sky.
Aswang!*
The sirenas shriek and recede into the water as the remaining men on deck scream in terror. Lightning illuminates the sky once more and reveals the silhouette of the figure flying in the air.
Your breath stops in your throat as you glimpse at the figure, your eyes falling to their feet.
The man with the feathered wings on his ankles.
You look up at him, your heartbeat mirroring the resounding claps of thunder. The man with the wings pays no heed to your sisters retreating into the safety of the water. Instead, his gaze is focused on the colonizers clinging onto the debris of their sinking ships.
He raises his spear and strikes.
The ocean thirsts for violence as crimson stains its waters. With each strike of lightning and roar of thunder, the further the Spanish ships sink to the bottom of the sea. Screams and gunshots plague the night as the monsoon beats its anger onto the surface world. One by one, the colonizers perish by the sea, the bloodthirst of your sisters, or the man exacting his vengeance from above.
Your eyes widen. On the deck of the last ship sailing, a colonizer opens fire and aims his weapon at the sky.
“Saguli-!” You shout. Wait!
Everything moves in slow motion. Before the trigger is pulled, bursts of red, orange, and yellow blinds your vision. Your ears ring from the explosion as your left shoulder is consumed by a sharp pain that resembles shark teeth digging into your bones.
As your vision begins to clear, the rain continues to pour. Furls of silver smoke surround you as the burning fires devour the last wooden planks of the sunken ship. Despite the rumble of thunder and cries of the sea, the night is suddenly quiet with only the low crackle of flickering flames filling the silence. Your sisters have disappeared. The colonizers have perished.
In the sky, the man from the sea burns before falling into the water.
Without hesitation, you dive into the sea to search for him with the flickers of the dying flames guiding your path underwater. In the distance, the glint of his spear reflects the light of the surface fires with its owner sinking beside him, his eyes closed and his back covered in black ash.
Ignoring the pain in your shoulder, you wrap your arms around his torso and hold him close as you swim towards the surface.
Please be alive, you pray as you break through the water, your lungs aching as you carry the man in your arms. Please.
...
The monsoon begins to falter when dusk brightens the sky. The rain slows into a steady downpour and the wind turns from a thunderous gust and into a whispering breeze. Gray storm clouds weigh heavily in the sky, but cracks of sunlight peek through the horizon.
Tears burn your eyes as your cries echo in the cove. Pain engulfs your left shoulder and your body screams in agony from fighting against the violence of the waves and the rage from the skies. With a cry of pain, you push yourself up and untangle your arms from the body of the man you rescued. The man from the sea with feathered wings on his ankles.
A gasp of relief escapes your lips the moment you feel the steady drumming of his heartbeat underneath your trembling fingertips.
“Salamat,” you breathe, a childish laugh rumbling in your chest as you wipe at your eyes. “You’re alive.”
With a gentle hand, you brush his dark hair back. The dusky rays of sunlight kiss his tanned skin, casting shadows of the planes and contours of his peppered cheeks. Drops of jade sit beneath his pointed ears and mirror the jewel on his nose. Beads of white pearls and golden rings adorn his neck. A large plate rests on his chest with two deep blue serpents meeting in the middle, a large pearl sitting in the center.
In the dim light of the early morning, you cannot help but gaze in awe at the beautiful man laying in your arms.
Who is he? You wonder as you softly trail your hand from his hair and down his arm, a frown settling on your lips at the sight of dried blood and deep bruises at his side.
You glance back at his face once more. You should be afraid of him, a stranger from a foreign land who showed no mercy to his enemies. But despite the violence of the previous night, you remember the first night you saw him on the beach in the Atlantic. You remember his dark eyes full of grief, his gentle hands cradling the flowers, and his soft voice whispering in the wind.
The man sleeping before you now was not the same man that tormented his enemies at sea, but the man you met on that summer seashore.
Gently, you lean forward to caress his cheek and sing.
“Potang paintunan mu ku, lumwal ka, talanga ka. Akit me ing bulan a masala karin mikit kata. E na ka matakut, e na ku naman migaganaka, uling balu ku balang beni mikikit ka king laman ning bulan a masala.”
As you sing the last note, the man begins to stir.
Panic floods through you as you look down to find his hand wrapped around your right wrist. His grip is firm but gentle, with the heat of his skin warm against yours.
Swallowing the ache in your chest, you lean forward to cup his face with both of your hands, your thumbs stroking his cheeks as you gently press your lips to his forehead.
“Mikit tána pasibáyo,” you whisper. We will meet again.
With one last look, you squeeze his hand and retreat into the water.
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Whispers of a man from the sea with feathered wings on his ankles spread across the surface. From the villagers and fishermen to the convoys and rulers, people spoke of his existence in hushed tones, afraid that speaking his name would incur his wrath. Parents passed his story to their children as folklore, but those who were old enough remembered seeing him walk along the beach before his footprints were washed away by the waves of the ocean.
K’uk’ulkan, they called him. The feathered serpent god.
The King of Talokan prided himself as a benevolent ruler and a protector of his people. For three hundred years, K’uk’ulkan kept their kingdom a secret under the sea. He lived, breathed, and bled for them, enduring the pain from the surface world to protect the Talokanil from the violence of the land-dwellers. For this, K’uk’ulkan reigned as their king, their feathered serpent ruler.
While tales of the feathered serpent were considered myths to the tribes on the beach, another name was whispered across the seven seas. From the clergy and the admirals, no one dared to speak the moniker out loud.
El niño sin amor, the Spanish priests warned. The child without love.
“Namor,” his enemies gasped as they looked up at him, their eyes wide with fear.
It had been five weeks since the Spanish ships departed from the Atlantic. Five weeks before he finally found the ships that had stolen the resources from his kingdom. As the monsoonal rain raged its wrath over the blazing fires of the splintering ships on a foreign sea he was not familiar with, Namor raised his spear and struck with no mercy.
It all unraveled so fast. One moment he vanquished his enemies, and the next he was swallowed by flames.
He vaguely remembered the ocean welcoming him as he fell from the sky. In the dark stillness of the water, Namor could only watch a dark shadow pass above him. Three hundred years he served his people as their king. Three hundred years he fought, protected, and bled for his kingdom. Maybe just this once, he could overcome the trials in Metnal* and leave the crown behind.
But the gods had other plans for the King of Talokan. Behind the dark veil of his eyes, a soft voice called out to him. The voice was different from the songs of the Talokanil and sung in a language he did not recognize. Her voice was lower, deeper, but sweet and comforting.
A siren song.
With eyes as heavy as stone, Namor willed his body to move, his hands grasping at rough skin. It was a song that willed him to return to the land of the living, willing him to carry the crown and breathe.
For a brief moment, he felt the ghost of her hands stroking his face and her lips on his skin. But when he opened his eyes, he found himself alone in a cove with the monsoon slowing into a whisper.
Running a tired hand over his face, Namor sits up and breathes a deep sigh. His lungs ache from the sharp exhale as he takes in his surroundings. Straight ahead, the wide entrance of the cove welcomes the quiet low tides of the sea. Despite the storm clouds, the horizon brightened into hues of deep blues and violets with the distant call of songbirds singing in the distance.
In the calmness of dawn, the King of Talokan could still hear the soft whispers of the siren song singing to him in the cove. Like a fog, his senses were enveloped by her, his skin prickling at the memory of her touch and his ears mistaking the sound of songbirds to the likeliness of her voice.
As he stands, his eyes flicker to the reflection of the rising sun in the water, a small burst of light catching his gaze. Ignoring the pain in his back, Namor rushes to where the edge of the rock meets the sea.
His heart pounds and his head spins as he cradles the item in his hand, his breath halting in his throat.
In his hand was a golden necklace with its delicate chain torn in two, a pendant of a small flower resting in the center.
The same flower he found on the Yucatán seashore.
“Yaan in kaxtikech,” he breathes. “Ma importa u tojol.”
I will find you, no matter the cost.
Philippine Sea, December 1910
It had been sixteen years since Namor heard you last.
The skies disagreed with him when he returned to the sea where you rescued him. For several months, the monsoons raged throughout the region. Time to time, he encountered trade ships from the North, South, East, and West sailing through the merciless monsoons. Other times, he found war on the sea with different flags flying through the wind and crimson being spilt on the waters. Echoes of gunshots, fire cannons, and war cries sounded throughout the night with the tumultuous tidal waves consuming everything in its path.
With each passing ship, Namor heard the distant sound of the siren songs calling to the unsuspecting sailors and soldiers. With their heads barely above water, he watched the sirens bewitch their prey, their eyes glassy and unseeing before falling to their death. More than once, he found himself entranced by their voices. But each time his ears registered their harmonies, he turned away.
Their voices were beautiful, but they were not you. They were not his sirena.
Only you were the one to enchant the feathered serpent king.
Tonight was different from that summer night, for it was the start of the dry season. Up above, the moon glowed brightly in the night sky without a single cloud in sight. The luminous glow of the moon reflected on the surface of the water, but its reflection was distorted by the growing ripples and the quiet tide of the sea.
The air cooled his skin as Namor reached the surface, his back turned to the full moon. It was almost as if no time had passed since the last time he was in the cove. Although the tides were lower, Namor could still hear the distant melody of your song echoing throughout the cove. It was as if he were drowning in you all over again.
Sixteen years ago, he first heard your siren song. But it had been fifty-two years since he first met you.
A deep ache ate at his chest that particular night. After distracting his generals and evading their watchful eyes, Namor sought refuge on the sand. For three hundred years, he reigned as the King of Talokan. When the crown became heavy to bear, he would slip away from his advisors and find solace in visiting his mother on the surface. He carried the souls of the departed in his heart and their memories in his mind, but sometimes the water suffocated him. Nearly two centuries have passed since he last laid his mother to rest and cleaned her bones, but her memory was clear as day in his mind. He may have been born in the water, but his mother had walked on land - it was all in his blood.
“The Talokanil look to me as their King, their God. I would do anything for them,” K’uk’ulkan whispered as he gently placed the water lilies on her grave. “Just as you did everything to protect me.”
He loved his people just as they loved him. He did not regret taking the throne at a young age and the responsibility of leading and protecting them, but there was a heaviness growing deep inside his chest. An emptiness that he often ignored, but was constantly consumed by its hand.
He remembered watching her hair turn silver and the fine lines settling on her skin as he remained young. In the eyes of many, he was still a child. Yet, he carried the years inside him as centuries passed, watching the people he loved age before they breathed their last breath.
“Every day I see our people grow old, but I remain young and know one day I will mourn and miss them as much as I miss you, na’*.”
The only memories K’uk’ulkan had of his father were the stories recounted to him by his mother. When he sat on her knee, he remembered the smile on her face as she showed him the bracelet she wore on her wrist. Tracing the pearls with his fingers, he could feel his father’s love radiating from each bead. Despite their circumstances, he admired the love his father had for his mother, the same love that he carried in his veins.
“I may be King, but I stand at the throne with no one to share it with, and sleep with no one to hold at my side,” K’uk’ulkan whispered. “I am lonely, na’. So incredibly lonely.”
He wondered what it would be like to love just as his parents did. To have someone to wake up next to, and to fall asleep with every night. To hold and be held by the arms of someone who loves you.
The King of Talokan did not expect an answer, nor did he expect to see white jasmine flowers drifting towards him on the seashore.
The very same flower that rests in his hands now.
The petals are soft in his hands as he places it on the quiet whispers of water. In the beginning, Namor thought of the flowers as a strange coincidence. He knew that such flowers were native to the lands in the East, but he had seen trade ships sail across oceans and between continents. It was possible that cargo could have fallen through the cracks.
Initially, Namor tried to ignore it and stop himself from jumping to conclusions, but something foreign gripped his heart. A small glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, there was someone out there meant for him to love and be loved.
It had all come together when he found your necklace on the rocks.
For sixteen years, your siren song haunted Namor. He had met sirens and other merfolk throughout his lifetime, but there was something different about your song that called to him. Other siren songs were meant to hypnotize their prey before they drowned or were sacrificed to water deities. Their songs meant destruction to anyone who heard their voice, but your song was sweeter, more gentle. Rather than death, your song brought him back to life.
That was something he still did not understand. Why would you save him?
With the jasmine flowers as an offering, the King of Talokan begins to sing.
“X ciih x ciichpan u tz’ u likil yook kaax; tu bin u hopbal tu chumuc can caan tux cu ch’uuytal u zazicunz yookol cab tu lacal kaax chen cici u tal iik u utz’ben booc.”
As he sings, the tidal waves begin to slow into a lull. The ocean did not dare to drown his melody.
“Pitah nookeex luuz u kaxil a holex ba teneex hee cohiceex uay yokol cabile x zuhuyex x chupalelex hel u.”
The water stills on his last note, but the ocean breeze carries his lullaby throughout the cove. His heart beats heavily, his grip tightening on the necklace as he turns. Dark brown eyes flicker to every corner and crevice of the cove and his ears strain to hear any sudden sounds that could indicate your presence.
It is not often that the feathered serpent god sings. Rare and far in between, the only times he ever sang with his heart was with his mother. She taught him the songs she learned when she was a child on the surface, especially this song.
“When I was young, my friends and I would gather and sing this song to keep and bring back a lover.”
“Did it work?”
His mother smiled sweetly at him and playfully poked the tip of his nose. She could not help but laugh when he scrunched his face. “It did. This song was how I met your father. It is the reason you are here.”
He holds his breath as he waits for your arrival in the cove. With each heartbeat echoing in his ears, a heaviness begins to settle in chest. Hope turns to fear, its icy hands crawling at his skin as the waves rise with the tide.
Shadows of the waves dance across the dimly lit walls. Above, the stars whisper to the moon as the celestial beings await your arrival.
Swallowing the growing ache in his heart, Namor turns his back to the moon and starts his way towards the darkness of the cove.
A small splash disturbs the silence.
“Maryu ka man kabug ning salu mu, saingsing mu panamdaman ku.”
The King stops in his tracks.
“Balu ku, atindian ku.”
It is you. His sirena.
“Akit me ing bulan a masala, karin mikit kata.”
Like ivy growing around a stone, your song ensnares him.
“E na ka tumakut, e na ku naman migaganaka.”
Slowly, he turns around. Underneath the silver halo of the bright moon, you rise to the surface.
“Uling balu ku balang bengi mikikit kata king lalam ning bulan a masala.”
Hanging onto each word, Namor walks towards the edge, his senses enveloped by you. Your voice is soft and deep, comforting and captivating as you swim closer to meet him.
“Parati mu sa’ng tandanan, muran man atiu ya ing bulan.”
Your dark eyes meet his gaze as you look up at him. His eyes never leave yours as you sing the final note with a small smile gracing your lips. Time seems to still, his heart skipping a beat as you finally meet where the land meets the sea.
You are more beautiful than he could have imagined. White jasmine flowers adorn your dark hair like little stars shining in the night sky. In the moonlight, he catches a glimpse of your dark green tail, its scales reflecting the glow of the moon beneath the surface of the water.
His sirena, his lool.*
He finally found you.
The feathered serpent god slowly falls to his knees right in front of you, his head bowed in respect.
“Because of you, my people still have a King,” his voice is gentle as he speaks. “You saved my life, and I will forever thank you.”
He still remembers that morning when he returned to his kingdom. For almost a week, Namor had left Talokan in search of the Spanish ships across the Pacific and placed his leadership into his advisors and top generals. This was not the first time he left to protect the borders and identity of Talokan, but it was the first time he did not come back on the day he promised.
Fear flooded his mind when he fell through the sky. He was always strong enough to destroy his enemies, but he was never this defenseless when his unconscious body hit the water. Any remaining survivors could have exploited his lack of defenses, but he was stunned to wake up in a sea cove with his wounds nearly healed.
You reach for him, your gentle hands cradling his face as you silently plead for him to look at you. Almost hesitantly, he follows your command.
“Who are you?”
He has many names, but he wishes for you to call him only by one name.
“My people call me K’uk’ulkan.”
K’uk’ulkan closes his eyes and leans into your touch as your fingers delicately trace his face, your voice enchanting him once more as you repeat his name.
He remembered your palm caressing his cheek and your lips on his skin. As King of Talokan, he often hid this soft side of himself away from his people. But with you, his walls crumbled like tidal waves dissolving castles in the sand.
Pulling himself out of his trance, he opens his eyes and covers your hand with his own, his thumb lightly tracing over your knuckles.
“What is your name?”
Your voice is quiet as you speak, almost as if you are hesitant to reveal yourself.
“Y/N.”
A beautiful name for a beautiful soul.
K’uk’ulkan repeats your name as he grasps your hand and gently raises it to his lips.
For a brief moment, the King catches a flicker of sadness in your eyes, but it vanishes as you conceal it with a small smile.
Little did he know that he is the first person to call you by your real name and touch you with such care in two hundred years.
Not wanting to frighten you, K’uk’ulkan softens his voice as he speaks. “I believe I have something that belongs to you.”
Confusion passes over your face, your brows furrowed and your lips parted in a silent question.
Although he did not know the importance of your necklace, he noticed the rust and scratches that eroded at the delicate metals. The necklace was worn with love, but it was crafted by human hands and not intended to withstand the cruelty of the ocean. With care, he brought the necklace to his jewelers to restore it to its former glory with the addition of two pearls and the revived jasmine pendant in the center.
A sharp gasp escapes your lips as he presents your necklace to you, your eyes wide as they brim with tears.
“May I?” He asks quietly.
You nod and bow your head.
With soft hands, the feathered serpent god leans forward and places it over your head. Once it settles over you, you cradle the pendant and pearls in your palms in awe.
“I thought that this was gone forever,” you whisper as you look up at him, a stray tear streaming down your cheek. “Thank you for bringing it back to me.”
“Nothing is gone forever, only lost until it is found.” K’uk’ulkan cups your face gently, his warm hand brushing away the tears that had fallen down your cheeks.
His heart warms at the sound of your soft laughter and the sight of your smile. How true his words were. In the fifty-two years he had met you, he thought you were a dream, a possible figment of his imagination that his mind created to cope with the growing emptiness in his bones. But you were real. You were the one watching over him when he found the flowers on the seashore and rescued him from the scorching fires that raged across the sea. He vowed to find you, but he had gotten it wrong.
Each time, you were the one to find him.
Looking into your eyes now, he finds himself drowning in them. Dark, deep, and inviting, a silent storm brewing inside of them. The King of Talokan had seen eyes like yours before– eyes that look young, but have seen years of pain, heartbreak, loss, and grief– yet, there was a vulnerability to them. Despite the centuries you carried in your heart, he knew and understood the violence you endured to be this kind.
You thread your fingers with his, your hands locked in a delicate embrace as you begin to pull yourself away from the rocks and swim closer to the waves.
You call his name tenderly, your voice a soft plea. “K’uk’ulkan.”
With a gentle tug on his hand, the feathered serpent god descends into the water.
Come with me.
There is no song to entice him. It is only you.
Long ago, K’uk’ulkan heard tales of a red string of fate that tied two soulmates together from the Far East. Perhaps it is the red string that pulls him closer to you now as you guide him deeper into the water, your hands entwined together, your lips whispering against his and your tail curling around his legs. With your dark eyes and gentle voice, he has no choice but to follow.
Only the bright full moon bears witness to the reunion of the sirena and her feathered serpent king disappearing into the sea.
Translations
Alang cuenta (Kapampangan) - Useless, no meaning
Aswang (Tagalog) - Monster
Potang paintunan mu ku, lumwal ka, talanga ka (Kapampangan) - When you look for me, go outside, look up
Akit me ing bulan a masala karin mikit kata (Kapampangan) - We will see each other when there is a bright moon.
E na ka matakut, e na ku naman migaganaka (Kapampangan) - Do not be afraid, do not worry.
Uling balu ku balang beni mikikit ka king laman ning bulan a masala (Kapampangan) - I know one night we will meet underneath a bright moon.
Na’ (Yucatec Mayan) - Mother
Metnal (Yucatec Mayan) - The Yucatec Mayan term for the Underworld. Not to be confused with Xibalba, “the Place of Fright.”
The Flower Song (Yucatec Mayan) - 1, 2
The Flower Song is originally ancient Maya lyrical poetry from the Songs of Dzitbalche. According to John Curl, the Flower Song was a “rite” to keep a lover that was traditionally sung by a group of women–typically under the supervision of an older woman– and performed under the moonlight. Later parts of the poem mention offering plumeria flowers to create a love potion.
For the purpose of this fic, K’uk’ulkan learned the song from his mother.
X ciih x ciichpan u tz’ u likil yook kaax; tu bin u hopbal tu chumuc can caan tux cu ch’uuytal u zazicunz yookol cab tu lacal kaax chen cici u tal iik u utz’ben booc - The most alluring moon has risen over the forest; it is going to burn suspended in the center of the sky to lighten all the earth, all the woods, all the lights shining on it all.
Pitah nookeex luuz u kaxil a holex ba teneex hee cohiceex uay yokol cabile x zuhuyex x chupalelex hel u - Take off your clothes, let down your hair, become as you were when you arrived here on Earth.
Maryu ka man kabug ning salu mu, saingsing mu panamdaman ku (Kapampangan) - Your chest/heart will feel heavy when we are apart
Parati mu sa’ng tandanan, muran man atiu ya ing bulan (Kapampangan) - Do not forget that the moon will be there when it rains.
For the complete lyrics and song, please refer to the YouTube link here.
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Let Him Please
Summary: Namor likes to watch Attuma please his queen.
(The reader is AFAB and uses she/her pronouns. The ethnicity/race is preferably a person of color.)
(Content Warning: Doggystyle, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, voyeurism, cuckoldry)
Translations:
My precious - In preciosio
My love - In yakunaj
The sound of your ass cheeks clapping against Attuma's body was loud in the bedroom and the sound seemed to turn Namor on even more as he continued to slowly stroke his long dick, squeezing himself lightly at the tip to the sound of your muffled moans.
"How's it feel, in precioso," He asked, his voice deep and full of lust. "How's it feel?"
You let out another moan, wanting to respond to your husband's question, but the tip of Attuma's dick kept hitting that special spot inside of you that made your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your hands gripped the bedsheets tightly as you felt another orgasm beginning to rock through you and you arched your back further, moaning louder into the bedsheets.
"In yakunaj, is he fucking you good?" Namor asked, slightly speeding up his strokes at the sight of your back arching harder and your ass cheeks bouncing back on Attuma. "Will you cum again for us?"
Gathering you strength, you lifted your head and replied back in a whimper, "Yes, K'uk'ulkan, I'm gonna cum again."
Hearing your words, Attuma tightened his already strong grip on your waist, before thrusting into you harder, making sure to keep his rhythm and continue hitting your spot.
"Oh my-" you began to scream, but another orgasm ripped through you before you could finish. "Fuck!" You screamed as your pussy clenched around Attuma's dick for at least the fifth time that night, squeezing and creaming on him. You could feel your legs beginning to shake from how intense it was and you knew that if this continued any longer, Attuma will be fucking you completely flat on the bed.
"Attuma-," you tried to speak as you felt him still fucking into you, your orgasm lasting longer because of it. "Please-"
"Please what, my beauty," Namor asked, standing up from his seat in the corner of the room and making his way to the side of the bed, still stroking himself. "You want it harder?"
"No," you quickly said, shaking your head, finding the strength to unclench one of your hands from the bedsheets and reach out to your husband.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he took your hand and gently squeezed it, still stroking himself. He could see how much you were creaming on his general and the sight made his dick get harder and he began stroking himself faster.
"No more, baby," you whimpered, Attuma still fucking the air out of you.
"No more?" He questioned in fake surprise. "Attuma, have you had enough?"
Not stopping his thrusting, the large man silently shook his head and the king grinned deviously at his answer and looked down to where Attuma was fucking you. Despite your words, you were still bouncing back on Attuma's dick, hungrily.
Letting go of your hand, he lifted your face up from the bed to see a look of absolute fucked-out bliss on your face. A sight he knew he would never get tired of. A small grin appeared on his face as he told you, "You can go a little longer, my little whore."
"K'uk'ulkan-"
He shook his head in faux disappointment, his grin still in place. "I know you want Attuma to fuck you a little longer. Let him please his queen."
Not waiting for a response from you, he let go of your face and moved back on the bed till he was sitting up against the headboard, his hand never leaving his dick.
You were going to ask him to come back to you when you suddenly felt Attuma flip your body over and you found yourself laying on your back, looking up at the big blue man who, for the past hour and a half, has been fucking you into oblivion.
"Fuck her till she can't think," you heard Namor order Attuma, and like a good general, he followed his king's orders.
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Her Heart // Chapter 1 // Shuri
Summary: You left behind the life of a wardog and continued on as Y/N of Wakanda and the heart of the black panther. Your world is suddenly flipped upsiode down when an old target kidnaps you and the Queen of Talokan. Can Shuri keep her head on straight and get you back before it too late?
Pairing: Shuri x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Spoilers // Mentioned Character Death
Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 //
Today was supposed to be simple. Shuri would train with the Dora Milaje in the early hours of the morning. Becoming the black panther meant she had to train harder than when she would spar with you. Back when T'Challa held the mantle. You being one of the best spies in Wakanda meant you could put up a good fight. Then she would spend time with you working in the lab. You had some designs for some new weapons to show her. You were proud of them. So she was excited to see what you came up with. This was the last thing on her mind. Namor was the last thing on her mind.
"How dangerous are these threats?" Shuri asked as the council gathered in the throne room.
"Reports are telling us that Namor has resurfaced. With clear intentions of destroying Wakanda." Okoye said with her hands behind her back. Scared? No. Worried? Of course but she couldn't let the council know that.
"Namor? I thought there was a truce with Talokan?" Ayo questioned and Shuri began zoning out. Namor was still set on attacking Wakanda? After everything he's already done. Yes, Shuri demanded a truce but in the end, he killed her mother. Something she could not forgive. When will it end? Shuri refused to let someone else she cares about fall due to his actions.
"Princess." A voice tore her from her trance and she looked up to see all eyes on her.
"I'll go to the checkpoint with Okoye and Ayo. If he's planning something, I must stop him before any attacks happen. Even if that means killing him this time. We leave in an hour." The black panther sneered as she stood from the throne both her mother and brother once sat. The room remained silent as she walked out with a heavy heart. Everyone knew where she was headed. To inform her dearest of this mission. A mission she may or may not return from. Namor couldn't attack again. Hasn't Wakanda mourned enough? Buried enough. Lost in her thoughts she entered the lab, her eyes finding your form almost immediately as you talked to other scientists. A small smile appeared on her lips as you waved your hand over the floating screen.
"Good evening, Princess." You perked up upon hearing Grio announce her presence and you went up to hug her. You may be a trained spy but she's the only one to make you smile brighter than you have before. She hugged you back and you pulled back before your smile fell. Her eyes held sadness and you caressed her cheek.
"What bothers you my love?" You asked with concern laced in your voice and she kissed your palm.
"Everyone out! Now!" She demanded and all the other scientists scattered out of the lab. You looked up at her with confusion evident on your features as you sat down the clipboard in your hands.
"Why did you send them off? What's going on?" You were worried now as she took a deep breath. Whatever she was about to tell you, isn't easy for her to say.
"We've gotten reports that Namor is planning to launch another attack. Your body went still as you held the gasp that threatened to leave you.
"And who said that? Where did you hear that from?" You questioned and she held your arms.
"One of Talokan's people came to the river border last night. Told us to be ready. He wants to finish what he started." She told you and you had to hold back tears. You knew she was about to go out there. You wouldn't be surprised if she was still hell bent on killing him. After what he did to her mother.
"Are you-" you couldn't finish your sentence as she slowly nodded and a small whimper finally cracked. "Why? Why now? He has a family now, what could his reasoning be behind this attack?"
"I don't know. That's what I'm going to find out."
"You can't go out there. If any of this is true, he could very well be trying to separate you from the palace." You started to panic and she grabbed your hands.
"I have to sthandwa. I might be able to talk some sense into him. If he is planning an attack I need to know when and why." She pulled you closer by your waist, hoping to calm you down.
"No. No! What if it's a trap set for you?" You argued and she sighed. She knew you would not agree so easily. "If he does want to attack, taking you out first is a battle strategy. He almost took you from me once. I cannot bear that pain again."
"I'll return to you Y/N." She held your face and you shook your head. You closed your eyes as she rested her forehead against your own. "I promise you."
"If you die on me, I'll resurrect you and kill you myself." You stated and she couldn't help the smile on her lips. No matter how serious you were. You almost never had to use your abilities. You gave up training them after you failed to bring the queen back. Her lips found yours in a passionate kiss as if to seal the promise. Your fingers dug in her hair and her hold on your waist tightened. The kiss held much more than a promise. It meant, come back to me. I love you. Be careful. Everything you couldn't say without the dam breaking.
You didn't even hear Okoye enter the lab until she cleared her throat. "M'Baku and the Jabari tribe have been notified. It's time to go princess." The two of you parted and you bit your lips as you hugged her one more time.
"Please-"
"I know my love. I promised, didn't I? Keep the lab from falling into chaos until I get back." She asked before backing away from you. The two of you didn't release the hold on the other's hand until she had gotten further away. You felt empty when her hand slipped from yours but you held up. No more tears. She was gonna come back. You had to be strong. She was the black panther. Everything will be just fine. You still followed behind her as the two went to the elevator.
"I'm gonna see you off." You told her and she nudged you with her shoulder. You looked over at her trying your best to keep the tears in your eyes. She rested her forehead on yours and you sighed as you leaned into her. The doors opened and the wind from the royal jet had your curls blowing in the wind.
The aircraft had been prepared and you walked out with Shuri. Intertwining your hand with hers as you neared the landing dock. She squeezed your hand in reassurance which you greatly appreciated. On the outside you may have it all together. But you were torn apart on the inside. You can't lose her. Not now. She's to become your wife in a couple of months. And you hers. When the time came she turned to you before kissing your lips one more time. It was quicker than the one you shared in the lab but held all the same passion. You watched as she walked into the jet with Okoye and Ayo not far behind. Aneka walked up to you before putting a comforting arm around you. Just like you, her love was going on what could be a suicide mission. You leaned into her embrace as you watched the jet disappear into the clouds. A light hand on your shoulder tore your attention from the sky and onto Aneka. "They will be okay. She will be okay. I am here if you need anything Y/N." You nodded before turning on your heels to go to the room you shared with Shuri. There you changed into a black battle suit you had stored away in your closet. Shuri had it made for you after you fought off some mercenaries who came to steal vibranium. You let out a sigh as you prayed for Okoye, Ayo, and Shuri's safety. Your eyes opened and you quickly ran to the lab. Upon entering you clapped your hands and looked at all the scientists present.
"Okay. Wakanda might be in danger. Those weapon plans I went over with all of you. It's time. We need to get them prepared for Shuri to look at upon her arrival back to the palace." You grabbed your clipboard and turned to the page with the vibranium daggers you had drawn out. You weren't going to deem yourself useless again. "Starting with these."
// The River Border //
Shuri felt as if her heart was beating out of her chest as she used the conch Namor left behind to call to him. Her thoughts ran wild as they waited. Why would he attack now? Why does he want to attack? Wakanda hasn't done anything to Talokan to receive such threats. She just wanted this to be a bad dream so she'd wake up next to you in your bed. The sun beaming down on you making you look like an angel. You would kiss her good morning and the two of you would lay there for a while talking about the wedding. Who you wanted to invite. What type of flowers you wanted in your bouquet. All the small details.
"Princess." Okoye called out as the water rippled, showing he arrived. She balled her fist as he stepped out of the water with Attuma close behind. He seemed a bit confused with the call but stopped at the edge of the water upon feeling the tension in the air.
"Princess. To what do I owe this meeting?" He questioned as Okoye and Ayo stood on alert.
"Don't play dumb with me Namor. We heard about your plan." She spat and now he frowned.
// The Palace //
"Ms. Y/N. The queen of Talokan is here to see you and the princess. She is waiting in the throne room." You frowned at the announcement Grio made. What was she doing here? How dare she show her face in Wakanda. You shot up from the computer and walked to the throne room where Namora stood by her queen. The queen saw the way your brows nearly touched because of the frown on your face and she gave a slight bow.
"You seem troubled." She said holding a blue hand on her swollen belly.
"Why are you here?" You asked and she was a bit taken aback by the sudden outburst. You had always shown her with respect. "Shouldn't you be standing by your husband?"
"I am here because I was summoned here." She replied and now you were the one confused.
"Summoned by who?" You questioned and she was a little concerned by your lack of knowledge on the information.
"One of the Dora Milaje called from the river border. Said there was something you and the princess needed to speak to me about. But it seems you have no idea what I'm talking about." She stated and you slowly backed away.
"We didn't send anyone. It would've been one of us to invite you personally on important matters. Not Dora Milaje. Especially not a single Dora Milaje." You told her and you caught the way Namora tensed.
"Where is the princess?" Namora asked, holding her weapon. Her eyes scanned the throne room as you sped to the table and grabbed your kimoyo beads.
"The princess has gone to the river border to confront Namor. Someone from Talokan alerted us that Namor was planning an attack." You told her and she frowned.
"He has made no such plans. Someone from Talokan? That's not true." She said taken aback and you sighed running a hand through your hair. You didn't like where this conversation was going. Neither of you knew about what was just revealed. It couldn't have been-
"Shit. Namora I'm going to need your help. We both have to stay with her at all times. She cannot leave this palace! Grio lock us down!" You shouted and the queen had fear rush across her features.
"What's happening?" She exchanged looks with Namora who was prepared to protect K'uk'ulkan's queen with her life.
"This whole thing was a setup. Both Talokan and Wakanda are without their protectors. You were lured here. The queen of Talokan. Who is currently pregnant with the child of a God. Someone knows something." You told her and she froze. Fear for her unborn child's life rushing through her body.
"I'm going to do my best to keep you safe. With Namora here that's more than possible. Come, we have to get to the lab." You stretched out a hand to the queen and she took it before the two followed you to the lab. You reached the lab where the scientist seemed to be surprised that you brought the Queen of Talokan here.
"What's the progress on those weapons?" You asked and one scientist spoke up.
"98%! Finishing the last one now."
"Hurry and print everything!" You shouted as you reached for the vibranium daggers you had finished. The blades were sharp to the touch and you slipped them into your boots. The last weapon, a vibranium short sword, had finished printing as Grio spoke out.
"Palace is locked down Ms. Y/N."
"Good." You grabbed a spare kimoyo bracelet and slipped it on Amera's wrist. "This is how we communicate. If we were to get separated for any reason, you can use these to contact me. I have the earrings as well so it won't be too noticeable. They can also reach the princess. And I'm almost certain Namor will be with her."
"Grio! Try to get in contact with Shuri." A couple minutes went by and you could hear your heartbeat in your ears. The pounding sound of a drum causing you to lose your breath.
"She didn't answer."
"Try again!"
// The River Border //
"Plan for what exactly?" Namor asked and Attuma stood in front of him.
"Your plan to attack Wakanda a second time. You were bold enough to send a message through one of your people." Okoye spat and his lips went into a thin line.
"I did no such thing. Besides, how do I know you're not pulling something on me. After requesting my wife come to your palace after my so-called threat of an attack." He spoke and Ayo looked over at Okoye. Neither of them had knowledge of this.
"We have no knowledge of this."
"What are you on about?" Shuri asked as her kimoyo beads vibrated on her wrist. She pushed to answer them this time and Y/N was on the other end.
"Shuri! Shuri, where are you?" She asked. Her voice held panic and worry.
"We're here with Namor. He claims he doesn't even know what we're talking about." Shuri told her dearest and the other end was silent.
"It was a setup." She said and everyone's attention turned to the princess with shock evident on their features.
"What do you mean a setup? Y/N what is happening?" Shuri became confused as her dearest was panicking on the other end.
"Amera. Namor's queen, said that a Dora Milaje came to the river border saying that we requested her presence at the palace. Apparently someone from Talokan said Namor was planning an attack. When I mentioned it to her she didn't even know what I was talking about." Shuri felt her heart drop to her stomach. Everyone has been tricked. Both leaders were drawn out from their kingdoms. "My love. I believe it's best for you to return back to Wakanda for I fear-"
A/N: Her Heart!!! But I plan to condense to longer and less chapters. Hope yall enjoy!! New fics coming soon!!!
#black panther shuri#letitia wright shuri#poc reader#princess shuri#queen shuri#shuri#shuri black panther#shuri fanfiction#shuri fluff#shuri udaku#shuri x reader#shuri fic#shuri x y/n#shuri x you#black panther wakanda forever#wakanda forever#namor#shuri x black!reader#shuri x fem!reader#shuri x woc!reader#her heart fic
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coming on here to say, CAN YALL NOT???? like why tf am i waking up trying to read namor fics and being bombarded with "namor x white reader" fics like were we watching the same movie bc last time i checked, he was cursed by a white colonizer which made him the person he is today???
#namor x reader#mcu namor#namor fic#namor the sub mariner#black panther wakanda forever#NAMOR IS RESERVED FOR POC/WOC!!
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Ok well, then it's my turn. I started fanfiction back in 2012. I have been in this business and see the good and bad sides of fandoms and their writers. Normally I would reblog someone's post, or comment on my support, but very rarely do I write a post addressing problems. So where to start? How about I introduce myself?
While I rather keep my irl name hidden for privacy reasons I can disclose this. I am a 21-year-old Guatemalan, Mayan, woman, and bisexual.
When Tenoch Huerta came into rumor as playing Namor I was over the moon to see an actual dark skin man that I could see myself in. (Maybe literally since we are the same shade. 🤣). I wrote a post of why this representation would mean a lot. Not to downplay other actors in Marvel but someone I could understand. That I could stand by.
Then Namor came rising out of the water and Marvel changed his entire background to my culture, my people, and it was beautiful. I cried because since I got into the MCU starting when I watched Iron Man 2008 when I was 7 in the movies front row seat and neck cramping. I dreaming of seeing myself on the big screen.
Not as a villain, an illegal immigrant, a cartel member, the help, someone who is made fun of, or a criminal. The list sadly can go on. I wanted to see someone like me to be fighting alongside the heroes.
But I never did. I never could see the MCU that I loved and supported create a hero that could represent me, me my people.
And finally in 2022 at 21 I finally have one. .
He had been mocked, body shamed, and straightforward people are being racist towards Tenoch Huerta and the other amazing actors who play the Talokanil's.
I cried watching this movie seeing Talokan, I cried seeing my people enslaved by the the Spaniards. Who forced their beliefs, their language, and their wants on us. I cried seeing Namor who is a hero to me. Because if how he cares for his people. You can have your opinion about him but Marvel and Tenoch has confirmed he us an anti-hero. Because Tenoch said he was tired of people LIKE US being portrayed as the villains.
I have seen how many want to do White Reader x Namor. Who want him to speak Spanish instead of the Mayan language. Who portray him in a predatory way. Do you really think so little of my people? Of who we are?
I want to say from now on all of my Namor x Readers will be for Hispanic, Latino, and Indigenous readers. Or be hinted at them.
This is not to down play any other POC and WOC but for me as a Guatemalan Mayan Woman any ore I only feel comfortable writing (Y/n) // Reader Hispanic, Latino, or Indigenous.
If any of you have problem with this feel free to block me. Unfollow me. Don't read my content. Because now. At this point I'm done.
This is our time to shine. Not anyone else.
#marvel#mcu namor#namor#namor imagine#namor x reader#namor x you#tenoch huerta#tenoch huerta x reader#wakanda por siempre#wakanda forever#talokan
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Secrets and Trust
A/N: This is my first ‘song fic’, and boy was it a rollercoaster of emotions. Not sure why I wrote this, and I’ll probably delete it later, but for now I’ll share it with the masses. Please note, this is kind of sad and horribly written.
Warnings: MDNI, 18+ only, reader is the middle sibling of T'Challa and Shuri, Song fic [Lift me up], not alpha/beta read, angst, a lot of angst, sadness, so much sadness, in universe death, BPWF spoilers, non-gender specific, one curse word, mild gaslighting (?), alludes to drowning, implied smut, T’Challa might be OOC, K’uk’ulkan might be OOC, family hurt, slice of life (?), enemies to lovers to enemies to lovers. Again(?), I used the original script for some parts
A/N2: If I missed anything, just let me know. I usually write WOC fics, so this is my first non-gendered fic, I hope I did alright.
A/N3: All rights to Ryan Coogler and everyone that helped him make this wonderful movie. Song credit to Rihanna and co.
K'uk'ulkan/Namor x POC!Sibling!Reader
“No matter what happens, I will always be with you.”
That’s what my brother said— that’s what he’s said since the day I was born. A promise he has kept, no matter what.
Lift me up
Hold me down
“Come, jump in! I will catch you, I promise!”
His smile— bright, shining, radiant, warm… full of mischievousness.
“You are lying, T’Challa!” I shout back, a smile ever present on my face.
“Aye, what are you talking about? I would never, scout's honor.” He salutes me, standing up straight, but I just shake my head.
“You have never been a boy scout, T’Challa!”
The river we were swimming in was full of joy and laughter.
My heart never felt so full.
Keep me close
Safe and sound
“It’s okay, it’s alright.” My brother holds me closely as the realization of our Baba’s death finally takes its toll on me. I was so strong for so long, fighting the pain I felt— being the emotional rock for our baby sister, but seeing his sarcophagus being taken from us to the Hall of the Kings, sent me over the edge.
I cried for days.
Burning in a hopeless dream
Hold me when you go to sleep
Keep me in the warmth of your love
When you depart, keep me safe
Safe and sound
“Are you alright?” T’Challa’s soft voice breaks the silence that I’ve been trying to hide in. When I don’t answer him, he turns me over to look at him. Tears, still running down my face, tell him all he needs to know. Wrapping me in a tight hug, he lets me cry until I can’t cry anymore.
It feels like hours go by before I finally speak.
“Is it really true?” My voice is hoarse, tears dried on my face.
“… It is.” His voice is as soft as ever.
“And you are sure there is no cure?”
He doesn’t answer right away, only sighs, staring up at the ceiling as we lay side-by-side. That’s all I need to know, I can feel the tears beginning to form in my eyes again.
But I fight them, clearing my throat, I ask the question that tips the scales.
“And you want me to keep it a secret?”
Now he looks at me, sadness in his eyes, regret in his body language.
“It is wrong for me to put such a burden on you, but mother and Shuri are not ready for this. They will never rest to fight this illness, and I will not live the rest of my days in a bed. I am the Black Panther— and I will be the Black Panther until I cannot. My duty is to my country, my people, and my family. One little illness— curable or not— will not change that fact.”
My lip quivers, as a tear rolls by, wiping it away fiercely I ask, “How… how long?”
“About a year.”
The tears all but gushed out my eyes as I hugged him tightly, all the jokes we’ve made about him losing weight, being the skinniest Black Panther to have ever lived. Even about M’Baku using him as a toothpick after he is done eating his vegetables, all came rushing back as the news of his illness hits me twice over.
“I am so sorry, my brother.”
“What for?” He pulls back with a confused smile.
“All the insensitive jokes we’ve made. They were wrong, uncalled-for, and I am sorry.”
“Don’t be.” His smile— as bright as the sun, as calm as the sea.
“… We only have a year?”
“Yes.”
Nodding my head, I look at him with conviction, “Then let’s make the most of it.”
Lift me up
Hold me down
Keep me close
“You should be resting!” I hiss at him, but he just smiles, leading me to a small house.
“There will be plenty of time for that, but first you must meet someone— someone important to me.” Again with that warm smile, I simply smile back as we walk into this unknown house, “What does a man have to do around here to be welcomed?”
“T’Challa, what are you—” I start to chide my brother, when the sound of running feet and a child’s voice interrupt me.
“Baba!”
A small boy runs into my brother’s arms, hugging him tightly. Shocked, I simply stare at the two, and when they look at me… it’s the same smile, the same eyes, the same warmth.
“Oh… T’Challa.”
Safe and sound
…“You said, ‘no matter what happens, you’ll always be with me’… but I can’t feel you anymore, brother. Your warmth is gone, your family is lost without you, your mother and baby sister are full of regret and guilt because of your secret. Your smile is gone, your soul is gone, and I don’t know what to do. How am I supposed to go on, when you never told me what to do when you are gone?! How am I supposed to be strong?! That was you, I, I can’t do this on my own… I need help, T’Challa. Please, bring me a sign— a sign that tells me you are here with me, guiding and helping me. I beg you, brother, do not abandon me.”…
The cool night air hits me, making me shiver as my small fire has died down. I made my way to a secluded part of the river tribe, trying to understand why my brother did things the way he did; from keeping his illness a secret, to his son.
I know why, but… why?
Why have me keep all these secrets, why put that much faith and trust in me? Why leave me so soon? Why couldn’t we have more time?! Why was he taken from us?!
“WHY?!” My scream travels across the water, my knees give out as I sob on the shore.
Then there’s a sound.
Fluttering.
Bird wings…
“…what…” Looking up, I see the bird—well, it's not a bird. It’s a man… a man with wings on his ankles, “What…?”
I should be worried, I should be terrified, I should be calling for the Dora Milaje, but I don’t. I stare at this man, this otherworldly being, with confusion and wonder. Who is he? Where did he come from? — He’s wet, did he swim here? Is he a fish? —A fish with wings? Are there others like him? Is he alone? Why are his clothes so ancient looking?
Then he laughs.
Realization sets in, I’ve said all this out loud.
Embarrassment takes hold of me, I cast my eyes to the sand beneath me, “I am sorry, stranger.”
“You are not at fault, Querido.” (Dear one) His voice is a calm baritone, his eyes as dark as onyx, his smile… as radiant as the sun.
Awestruck, I simply stare up at his man. His smile widens, and I have to look away, remembering myself.
“I’m sorry.” Bashful, I cover my face.
“Again, you did nothing wrong.”
A sense of peace fills my spirit, one I haven’t felt in a long time; all thanks to this stranger, I finally feel safe.
Drowning in an endless sea
Take some time and stay with me
Keep me in the strength of your arms
Keep me safe
“Really?! Threats! That’s how you introduce yourself to my mother, are you crazy?!” My voice echoes off of the cave walls. I know full well that Attuma and Namora are standing right outside his hut, but I couldn't care less, “My mother, my sister– hell, even the council are losing their minds on what to do about you!”
He had been silent the whole time I was ranting— a good 5 minutes— but at the mention of the council, his eyes burn.
“My instructions were simple.” His voice is calm, but there’s an edge to it that angers me further, “This proves that Wakanda cannot be trusted.”
“Trust?!” My anger spills over, “How can you speak of trust when YOU threatened MY family, and my country?! How can you sit here, in your hidden little hut, painting your little pictures, living in your perfect little world when you barely give my family time to process the existence of a whole civilization living underwater?! You speak of trust, but show none— you haven’t given us a reason to trust you?!”
Not missing a bit, he replies, “Have I not trusted you? Did I not bring you here, to my people, my kingdom, my home— treated you with the utmost respect, deserving of a god, sheltered you when you needed an escape from your ‘home’? Tell me, In yakunaj.” (My love)
I see red, “This coming from the man who still has not told me his name.”
“I have told you—”
“—No,” I hold up my finger, stopping any more words from falling from his lips, “No, you told me what your people call you, what your enemies call, but never have you told me what your friends call you— what your mother called you.”
My voice grows soft towards the end, but where I’ve calmed down, he’s picked up; a blind man can see the anger in his face. I’ve stepped too far over the line, and the caves are quiet, too quiet. No one says anything, no one breathes too loudly. As time stretches on, it dawns on me that I was never meant to know his name.
Casting my eyes to the ground, I nod in understanding, walking to the hut opening. Looking over my shoulder, I hold my head up high, fighting tears.
“I’m sorry.”
This time, he didn’t forgive me, this time he didn’t stop me.
This time he didn’t save me.
Safe and sound
… Sirens, singing, floods, screams, pain, panic, death— all of it surrounds me, all of it chases me.
There is no escaping it.
No Black Panther.
No warriors.
No winged god to take me away.
Just fear, snaking round my throat, closing tightly around me until I can’t breathe.
Right when I think I’m going to pass out from the shock of it all, he shows up.
Still as breathtaking as the day I met him— still as deadly.
And his eyes.
Vengeance, revenge and… regret…?
My mother stands tall, Riri is scared, I… I don’t know what to feel.
… Water, screams, broken glass, cold water, no air… it’s too much
And yet.
Not enough…
… Opening my eyes, I cough, spitting out copious amounts of water. It burns so much, my eyes are stinging, my ears are ringing. I hear Shuri screaming, but I’m too dazed to process it; until my vision clears, landing on our mother.
“You did this!”
“It could have been different.”
“Bury your dead, mourn your losses. In one week’s time, I will return with my entire army.”
…
“Where are you, T’Challa?”
…
Lift me up
Hold me down
Keep me safe
Safe and sound
“Wakanda only needs one Black Panther, and you made it, Shuri.” My sister looks at me shocked, “If it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t have this, you take it.”
“But… but how can I be… You are next in line.”
“And as the next in line, I am telling you to take the herb, take up the mantle of the Black Panther, protect our people because I cannot.” Fighting tears, I push the herb in her hands closer to her, “There is too much— too much you do not know, and I cannot with good conscience take this herb. Please, sister, do not make me take it.”
Shuri can see how difficult this is for me, and nods, assuring me that she will do her best.
“That is all I ask for, my dear sister.”
Burning in a hopeless dream
Hold me when you go to sleep
Keep me safe
We need light, we need love
The sound of the battlefield was all I could hear; that and the pumping of my blood in my ears. I’ve always known the Talokanil were skilled fighters, but never did I think I’d be fighting against them. Many I’ve clashed my blade with were friends of mine, but in war, there are none.
We are enemies… oh how I wish it were different. This is not how it should be.
Then my sister’s Sunbird comes by, her helmet is off, her stance is strong.
And next to her… is him.
“Talokan, retírar a! Volvamos tin wotoch. K ba'ate'lo' waye' ts'o'ok u beetik.” (Talokan, stand down! Let us return home. Our fight here is done.)
A feeling of relief washes over me, I look at my sister as she salutes us, “WAKANDA FOREVER!”
“WAKANDA FOREVER!!” We echo back victorious. Our enemies— no, our new allies make their way back home, and I’m left feeling empty. Their king is the last to leave, our eyes never meeting, words never exchanged. My sister knows something is wrong, even when we get back home.
Then I tell her.
I tell her everything.
From T’Challa’s secrets, to my affair with the underwater king.
She leaves… angry, confused, sad, and feeling very much alone.
I thought it best that I leave Wakanda for a bit, but where would I go? My life is here, and yet… it doesn’t feel like home anymore.
Nakia offered me a room in her house in Haiti, but I couldn’t go there, not while my sister is clearing her head there.
So I begin walking along the riverbank, I watch the sunset, feeling a rush of emotions— good and bad.
…“Brother…” My eyes are closed as I feel a breeze blow by, “Thank you. Thank you for your protection, your love, and for keeping your word… I was too focused on my anger and pain to realize that you were here the whole time. You have guided me, challenged me, and made me strong— stronger than I could ever imagine, and for that I thank you.”
Sitting down in the sand, I dig my toes in it, drawing nonsensical patterns, “My days seemed so grim and dark without you here, but I finally am starting to feel the sun again. It’s light, finally making these bones warm again… I do hope you forgive me for telling Shuri everything, she was less than pleased, and rightfully so. I wish you could have met… him, though. If you were here, there may not have been a war to begin with… I miss you, T’Challa, and I miss him.”
Bringing my knees to my chest, I cry.
I’ve been doing so much of that lately, it’s annoying, it makes me angry— it makes me feel weak.
And yet I cannot stop.
I’ve heard that crying is supposed to be therapeutic, that it makes you feel better afterward, but I only feel sad and foolish.
Only my brother wiping away my tears, telling me everything is going to be alright made me feel better, but he isn’t here anymore.
So I cry more.
“I-I know… I have to move on, I have to let you go but—” The warmth of the sun is gone, and back is the darkness that has had a hold on me creeps in, “I need help, I need strength… and forgiveness.”
…
“You have done nothing that requires forgiveness, Ch'ujuk.” (Sweet one)
My head snaps up at the voice, the voice I’ve heard more times than I should have. The voice that made me cry with laughter, and cry with anger and hate.
He sits next to me, staring out at the water; his clothes are that of a poor man, bandage on his foot from where my sister clipped him.
“My, how the mighty have fallen…” I couldn't help myself, and he doesn’t say anything. Just glances at me, giving me a weak laugh, “… I’m—”
“I swear, if you apologize one more time, I—” Now he turns to me, annoyance in his features as I snap back, because I want him to finish his sentence.
“—You’ll what, fishman?”
A challenge is what I’ve presented him with, one he’s faced many times before, all ending the same way.
Me beneath him, in the best of ways… but that was before.
Now we stare at each other, debating on what to do next. Do we give in? Do we act as if that war from a few weeks ago never happened? The words that were said… the actions, and consequences of those actions.
No.
It won’t ever be the same.
And it will only get harder.
“… I should have listened to you.” His voice and words catch me off guard, “There was a better way to make myself known to your people and your family. It never should have gotten that far, and I…”
I watch him closely, waiting to hear the words, so I can tell him to fuck off and dry out on a beach somewhere, but as the seconds tick on it gets suffocating.
Tears are in his eyes, “I am sorry, U Majestad (Your majesty). I was scared, rash, and reckless. I should have consulted you— shown you trust…”
lift me up in your arms
“It doesn’t matter now, does it… Namor?”
The pain etched on his face at the use of that name riddles me with guilt. But he deserves it, and he knows it.
(Hold me down) I need love, I need love, I need love
Lifting an arm out to me, he watches me with bated breath, hoping I’ll accept his side hug.
And against my better judgment, I do.
(Keep me close) hold me, hold me
Warmth, safety, sunshine— sunrise and sunset.
(Safe and sound) hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
More tears. More crying.
But this time… comfort.
(Lift me up) hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
“You can hate me for all eternity. I deserve that, and more— but please… do not call me that name.”
I nod, trying not to sob uncontrollably, “What should I—”
I’m silenced with a kiss, a soft one that turns mournful and needy rather quickly. He kisses the air out of my lungs, and I have to push him back to take a much-needed breath.
A sound of discontent leaves him, but he kisses the tip of my nose, resting his forehead against mine.
“Ch’ah Toh Almehen.”
(Hold me down) hold me, hold me
“What?” I say breathlessly.
“My name.” He runs his thumb across my cheek, “Ch’ah Toh Almehen.”
I place my hand over his, pull my head back, staring at him, completely beside myself. After a year of being with him, telling him my heart's desires, my hopes and dreams, never did I think I’d hear him tell me his name.
His name.
Smiling, tears run down my face again as I hug and kiss him.
“I like it…”
His smile is bashful, warm and inviting. Leaning in to kiss him again, I whisper.
(Keep me safe) we need light, we need love
“Ch’ah Toh Almehen.”
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The end (Horrible, I know)
#lift me up#black panther#wakanda forever#song fic#namor x reader#namor x poc#kukulkan#kukulkan x reader#non-gender specific#namor#shuri#black panther sibling#angst#sadness#bittersweet#i suck at tags#poc fic#enemies to lovers#ch'ah toh almehen#ch'ah toh almehen x reader#SoundCloud#Spotify
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The Little Mermaid AU
Alright everyone, as promised, here is a preview of the Little Mermaid AU! It’s still in the works and I’m hoping to have it up by the end of the year, but I can’t make any promises. Feedback is welcome!
Pairing: Namor x Filipina (Kapampangan)!Sirena!fem!Reader
Wiping at your eyes, you turn back to the shore and find the man speaking to the spirits. Even in the dim moonlight, you catch a glimpse of his face, his dark eyes full of emotion and grief.
Slowly, you reach for the sampaguita flowers in your hair and cradle them in your hands. One by one, you sing quietly to yourself as you place the flowers in the water. You linger for a few moments, your fingers running over the pendant on your chest as the water guides them to the beach.
“Patawad na,” you breathe. I’m sorry.
With a final prayer, you return to the sea.
On the beach, a soft hand reaches for the jasmine flowers. Dark eyes look to the horizon in search of the one who brought them, but the only answer given were the quiet waves lapping at the shore.
Gently, the man with the winged ankles places the white flowers on the sand, creating a trail from the grave and towards the spirit’s old home before disappearing into the water.
The only evidence of his arrival is soon washed away by the rising tide of the ocean.
#namor x reader#k'uk'ulkan x reader#namor x woc!reader#namor x poc!reader#namor x fem!reader#namor x asian!reader#namor x filipino!reader#this is a working draft so pls be gentle i haven't written a fic in more than a year#i also don't want to give too much away either#please be kind
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would anyone like a preview of the filipina!sirena!reader little mermaid au because a girl did it. i actually wrote part of it 🤠
#and i am STRUGGLING and need validation and inspo so pls help#i need some encouragement#namor x reader#k'uk'ulkan x reader#namor x woc!reader#namor x asian!reader#namor x filipino!reader#not to be self-indulgent but the reader is kapampangan and i haven't seen any kapampangan readers#i feel isolated both as an fil-am and a kapampangan because my tagalog is very broken and not good at all
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*gently places star in hands* 🌟 I wanna hear more of your commentary on the sirena fic 👀
*gently pats your head* Thank you and I love you 🥺🤍
In Where the Spirit Meets the Bones, Namor was originally supposed to be paranoid when he first saw the jasmine flowers on the seashore. He wanted to track down the origin of the flowers and was paranoid that someone had followed him and could compromise the secrecy of Talokan. Based on this, he was prepared to see them as a threat and take them down if they were an enemy. However, I didn't go along with this idea because it didn't fit with the tone of the scene. He was there to visit his mother. If I had gone that route, then the fic would have had more of an Enemies-to-Lovers trope, which wasn't what I wanted this fic to be. I wanted the fic to have more of a fairytale vibe.
The original song that the Sirena was supposed to sing to Namor was O'Jo Kaluguran Daka, but I ldid not like it. The song felt too karaoke/Magic Sing to me and didn't fit the tone of the fic, but it was the only Kapampangan song I could find. But one night I stayed up late writing and kept looking for Kapampangan love songs when I finally found the one, Bulan by Edward Bernabe. I was ecstatic when I found Bulan! It fit perfectly with my fic and it's definitely a love song from our Sirena to Namor.
I had a lot of fun writing the ending. Not to be an ✨Aquarius✨ in wanting to be unique and different, but I've seen a few fics where Namor uses his siren song to enchant the reader. I wanted to turn the tables a bit and have him smitten with your siren song and be captivated by you.
The last line of the fic was originally going to be: "Only the bright full moon bears witness to the reunion of the feathered serpent king and his sirena disappearing into the sea." However, i changed it to "Only the bright full moon bears witness to the reunion of the sirena and her feathered serpent king disappearing into the sea." It was inspired by one of my favorite pieces of classical literature, Jane Eyre, where she says "Reader, I married him." As the audience, we already know Namor is loyal and dedicated (and sometimes dark and a little possessive). Even tho this part of the fic was in his POV, I changed it to her feathered serpent king to indicate and foreshadow that again, while the reader is sweet, she is not as sweet as Namor thinks her to be. She is just as dark and possessive of him as he is of her, foreshadowing her backstory that will soon be revealed in part 2!
#thank you so much for your support and comments! i love hearing from you <3#also gives me a chance to ramble about my fic because i'm really proud of it#you are more than welcome to hit up my inbox!#namor x reader#namor x woc!reader#namor x filipina!reader#namor x filipino!reader#namor x asian!reader
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(I'm definitely not procrastinating)
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I wanna learn more about your Kapangpangan fic! I need crumbs please I'm begging KAJHSDKJAS Anything you wanna share!
(Also love love love your work and your support! Literally you are so kind HNNGGG)
Hehe thank you Nelly! I'm actually struggling with part 2 right now so this will help me sort my thoughts out! I'll do 9 facts for each star 😘
Where the Spirit Meets the Bones was partly inspired by the Little Mermaid. I was surprised I haven't seen a Little Mermaid AU for Namor, so I decided to write one! I debated on making her a Sirena because I did see a few Sirena/Mermaid fics in the tag, but after doing some research, I decided to settle on Sirena because I felt that a Sirena was right for her.
The title and premise of the fic is inspired by the song ivy by Taylor Swift, my favorite song from my favorite album by her (Evermore is her best work and completely underrated, imo). The entire song screamed Namor to me and if you look closely at the lyrics, it'll give many hints to more of the reader's backstory. 👀👀
Speaking of the reader's backstory, it's been hinted at throughout the first part, but she was human before she became a Sirena. How she became a Sirena and why the ocean spared her life will be revealed in part 2! She may seem sweet in part 1, but she has just as many skeletons in the closet and darkness like Namor. She's just better at hiding it.
Originally I was going to have Namor and our Sirena meet when she rescues him at sea because she was intrigued by the wings on his ankles and pointed ears. But I scrapped that idea because I wanted more of a slow burn and build up before that meeting. That’s when I got the idea of her finding Namor visiting his mother on the seashore and leaving behind the jasmine flowers as an offering.
Although he did not know what our Sirena looked like when she rescued him, Namor painted jasmine flowers in his cavern to mark that that was the first time he was nearly discovered by humans in a foreign land, but was saved by her.
His original intentions were to learn more about her to see if she was a princess or goddess that he could have diplomatic ties with, so he restored her necklace with vibranium and offered two Talokanil pearls as a possible token of diplomacy and courtship. But all that changed when he and the Sirena meet face-to-face for the first time. It was almost love at first sight, but it was definitely love at first sound.
I went back and forth on having it be a standalone, but then I decided to make it a duet. I have several ideas for part 2 that I don’t want to spoil too much, and depending how long it is, I might make it 3 parts if people are still interested 👀 It would take place over the course of the 20th century and lead up to modern day
Part 2 will go more in-depth about their relationship, and I may or may not be planning on incorporating the bakunawa as a metaphor for their relationship since I already did a lot of emphasis on them meeting under a bright moon
Ultimately I made the reader a Sirena Kapampangan because while I do love reading Filipino!reader fics, I felt a little isolated because I don’t understand a lot of Tagalog. My parents only spoke Kapampangan at home (I can speak a little bit (but understand Kapampangan fluently), my mom made me speak English when she spoke to me in Kapampangan so I wouldn’t struggle with English) so I struggle with grammar sometimes and don’t really know which is my first language. I did pick up a little bit of Tagalog from watching TFC and most of my Filipino-American friends are Tagalog. We would do Taglish with each other but I’d get my Kapampangan mixed up with Tagalog words and get frustrated with myself for not knowing Tagalog, but also feel incredibly guilty because I’ve heard that back home, Kapampangan is slowly dying out and I want to preserve it. I can’t read or write Kapampangan and some of the Kapampangan terms I used in the fic, I had to double check the translations to make sure I spelled it right. This is getting a little personal but even among my Filipino friends, I always felt like the odd ball and a fraud because we don’t know any other Kapampangans here in the States (and a majority of my immediate family are in Pampanga). So this fic is really personal to me because for once, I feel a bit more included in the Filipino space. The Asian diaspora is real and even my Fil-Am friends feel it too, so we try to learn more about our history. It’s just even in the Asian-American community here in the States, Filipinos are still looked down on by our East Asian cousins that I still struggle with my Southeast Asian and Filipino identity. Doing research for this fic has made me want to learn more about my history, specifically Kapampangan history, which sadly I did not learn much about from my parents because growing up they did not get a chance to teach us much about it since they were working to provide for my Ate and me. So in a way, this fic is really personal and self-indulgent because this is the kind of fairytale that Little Me would have wanted to read. This fic is a fairytale for my younger self and other Filipino girls, not just Kapampangan, to read. It’s a love story for our younger selves.
#this got long but thank you nelly <3#I always look forward to talking to you because I love how receptive and understanding you are#tbh I sometimes feel ashamed being Fil-Am because I don't feel like I'm a true Filipino as listed above#you're the first Filipino back home who actually makes me feel welcome and doesn't think I'm a typical American#namor x reader#namor x filipino!reader#namor x filipina!reader#namor x woc!reader#namor x asian!reader
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planning on posting my little mermaid namor fic tonight or tomorrow, would anyone like to be tagged?
preview here!
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Results of WIP Poll
Thank you to everyone who participated in my WIP poll! Here are the results, and I'd love to hear your thoughts on which character you think it was 🥰 In ranking order!
Tagging: @soft-girl-musings @writefightandflightclub @venting402 @musing-magpie @sleepy-timaeus @marc-spectorr
I was supposed to protect you, not fall in love with you (34.8%)
Pairing: Jake Lockley x Southeast Asian Fem!Reader, (Platonic) Steven Grant x Southeast Asian Fem!Reader, (Unrequited) Marc Spector x Southeast Asian Fem!Reader
Fic Title: Reach for the Moon | Series Masterlist | Part I. The Breaking
Summary: To heal your broken heart and move on from your unrequited crush on Marc Spector, your family sends you to help establish your cousin’s bakery in Singapore for two years. You return to New York as a more confident woman, but you find yourself picking up the pieces of your broken heart (again) after meeting Marc as he continues to heal from his divorce. Sensing the pain and heartbreak between you and Marc, Jake steps in to create some distance to protect you, but he was never meant to fall in love with you. No Moon Knight AU.
In another world, I would have loved to do laundry and taxes with you (23.7%)
Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Southeast Asian Fem!Reader
Fic Title: Forever the Name on My Lips
Summary: Chasing an anomaly through the Spider-Verse, Miguel finds himself stranded in a house that seem so familiar, but unfamiliar at the same time. He expects to find his way out, but what he does not expect is to see you standing in the doorway, your eyes wide as if you have seen a ghost, a wedding ring on your finger, wearing one of his college shirts. In his universe, you and Miguel never made it, but in yours, he was your late husband buried six feet under.
The dragon eats the moon, and I am afraid you will consume me whole (16.3%)
Pairing: Namor of Talokan (K'uk'ulkan) x Filipina (Kapampangan) Sirena Fem!Reader
Fic Title: Where the Spirit Meets the Bones | Part 2 (Title TBD)
Summary: Part 2 of Where the Spirit Meets the Bones. After reuniting with his Sirena, the King of Talokan returns to Asia’s Pearl of the Orient to see her again, only to learn that his Sirena is not what she seems (aka her human backstory revealed).
I never break a promise, but I broke my promise to you and fell in love with you (14.8%)
Pairing: Marc Spector x WOC!Reader
Fic Title: A Thousand Cuts Cornelia Street
Summary: Heartbreak is something you and your friend, Marc Spector, are familiar with. After one night of drinking and tears, you and Marc make a promises to each other to never fall in love again, but you soon find yourself breaking that promise. But you’ll be alright, it’s just a thousand cuts
We were never meant to be, but came to be, and only in this way. (10.4%)
Pairing: Jake Lockley x Southeast Asian Fem!Reader
Fic Title: We'll Always Have New York
Summary: Wanting to get out of California, you temporarily move to live with your aunt in New York to help take care of her after her fall. Not wanting you to spend your time looking after her, she suggests setting a blind date between you and one of her old coworkers, only for him to stand you up at the restaurant. Mortified and heartbroken, you seek refuge at a nearby coffee shop where you meet a taxicab driver, Jake Lockley. Takes place before the events of Moon Knight.
#moon knight x reader#jake lockley x reader#steven grant x reader#marc spector x reader#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel ohara x reader#spiderman 2099 x reader#spider-man 2099 reader#namor x reader#k'uk'ulkan x reader#marvel imagines#moon knight imagines#moon knight imagine#across the spiderverse imagines#across the spider-verse imagines#miguel ohara imagines#miguel o'hara imagines#steven grant imagines#marc spector imagines#jake lockley imagines#namor imagines#black panther imagines#moon knight x you#jake lockley x you#marc spector x you#steven grant x you#miguel ohara x you#miguel o'hara x you#namor x you#k'uk'ulkan x you
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WIP Game
Tagged by the lovely @soft-girl-musings!
Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
Tagging: @v4mpires0ap @writefightandflightclub @wint3r-h3art @starryeyedstories @themarcusmoreno but only if you want to!
List of WIPs and their summaries are under the cut!
Current WIPs:
Reach for the Moon: Sabrina AU
Pairing: Romantic Jake Lockley x Southeast Asian Fem!Reader, Platonic Steven Grant x Southeast Asian Fem!Reader, Unrequited/Platonic Marc Spector x Southeast Asian Fem!Reader
To heal your broken heart and move on from your unrequited crush on Marc Spector, your family sends you to help establish your cousin's bakery in Singapore for two years. You return to New York as a more confident woman, but you find yourself picking up the pieces of your broken heart (again) after meeting Marc as he continues to heal from his divorce. Sensing the pain and heartbreak between you and Marc, Jake steps in to create some distance to help both of you heal, but things don't go according to plan. No Moon Knight AU.
We'll Always Have New York: Roman Holiday/Casablanca AU
Pairing: Jake Lockley x Southeast Asian Fem!Reader
Wanting to get out of California, you temporarily move to live with your aunt in New York to help take care of her after her fall. Not wanting you to spend your time looking after her, she suggests setting a blind date between you and one of her old coworkers, only for him to stand you up at the restaurant. Mortified and heartbroken, you seek refuge at a nearby coffee shop where you meet a taxicab driver, Jake Lockley. Takes place before the events of Moon Knight.
A Thousand Cuts
Pairing: Marc Spector x WOC!Reader
Heartbreak is something you and your friend, Marc Spector, are familiar with. After one night of drinking and tears, you and Marc make a promises to each other to never fall in love again, but you soon find yourself breaking that promise. But you'll be alright, it's just a thousand cuts
Your Roots in My Dreamland
Pairing: Namor/K'uk'ulkan x Filipina (Kapampangan)Sirena!Fem!Reader
Part 2 of Where the Spirit Meets the Bones. After reuniting with his Sirena, the King of Talokan returns to Asia's Pearl of the Orient to see her again, only to learn that his Sirena is not what she seems (aka her human backstory revealed).
As You Wish
Pairing: Santiago "Pope" Garcia x WOC!Reader
The three times Santiago almost tells you he loves you, and the one time you realize he was in love with you. Loosely based on the Princess Bride. Slight Triple Frontier AU where you are Yovanna's best friend and Santiago is her neighbor.
General ideas with no details (yet)
Once Upon a December, Hades & Persphone AU
First Order!Poe Dameron Miguel O'Hara x Southeast Asian Fem!Reader
Untitled, Noir AU
Jake Lockley x Femme Fatale!Reader
Where There is Love, There Will Be Light, Swan Lake AU
Santiago "Pope" Garcia x WOC!Reader
Untitled, Hephaestus & Aphrodite AU
Din Djarin x WOC!Reader
#moon knight x reader#jake lockley x reader#marc spector x reader#steven grant x reader#namor x reader#k'uk'ulkan x reader#santiago garcia x reader#santi garcia x reader#din djarin x reader
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About the Writer
Celeste. She/her. Mid 20s. Southeast Asian. Lover of all things soft and romantic.
Mainly sfw, occasionally nsfw. If you are a minor and interact with my nsfw content, you will be blocked.
Fandoms: Oscar Isaac, Marvel (Moon Knight, Across the Spider-Verse), Triple Frontier, and Star Wars
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Recent Works
Reach for the Moon, Part I. The Breaking (Sabrina AU, No Moon Knight AU): (Slow Burn, Romantic) Jake Lockley x Southeast Asian Fem!Reader, (Unrequited) Marc Spector x Southeast Asian Fem!Reader, (Platonic) Steven Grant x Southeast Asian Fem!Reader
Once Upon a December (Hades & Persephone AU): Miguel O'Hara x WOC!Reader
Moon Knight Sleeping Headcanons: Moon Knight System x GN!Reader
Where the Spirit Meets the Bones: Namor/K'uk'ulkan x Filipina (Kapampangan) Sirena!Fem!Reader
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