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mickimomo · 1 year

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The 'I Worship My Wife' Committee (Part 1)

I just know that Aneka, Namor, Attuma, and Oni have little get togethers where they gush over their wives. And it plays out in my head like this:

Aneka: Thank you all for joining me today. Alright. Well. As always. Let's start off by saying one good thing we have done to show how much we worship our wives. I'll go first. *clears throat* I learned how to give a deep tissue massage and gave Ayo one after she finished training. I also cooked her, her favorite meal. Things definitely got kinda steamy with the wine, but I'll spare you guys the details.

Oni: Nah girl. We share the details. Go ahead.

Aneka: Oh, well, you know. Straps were involved, and toes were curling. I don't think I've ever screamed that much before.

Oni: Oooh. That's why your voice was gone for three days.

Aneka: Yeah. But it was worth it.

Attuma, giving her high-five: Good for you.

Everyone clapped before looking at Attuma.

Attuma: Ah. Well. As you all know. Okoye is pregnant with twins. She's been craving a lot of things lately. She woke up at 3 in the morning sobbing the other day because she wanted something from the market. As you all know. The market is closed at 3 am. But whatever K'iin wants, I'll get it. So I broke into the place she wanted food from, made the meal, cleaned up the shop, left a few pearls as an apology, locked it back up, and brought her back what she wanted.

Aneka: I should have known you were the pearl bandit.

Attuma: I will not tell Okoye no.

Oni: Was udade happy?

Attuma: She was so happy that she rode my face and released after eating. I almost wish I had died with my face between her legs. It was a blissful experience.

Everyone clapped again.

Namor: Wow. That's beautiful.

Attuma: Thank you.

They all looked at Namor.

Namor: So, Shuri has been working on something nonstop without taking care of herself again. Typically, I'd chew her out and drag her to bed. Instead, I decided to come in for breakfast, lunch, and dinner and feed her a meal. I'll even come in to feed her a snack. I also forced her to nap with me and go on walks to take a break. And if you look at her now, you'll notice that she's not drinking as much coffee and she's glowing.

Oni: Yeeeess. We love to see a loved one properly cared for.

Namor: Yes. And now that she's not always going to bed tired, she finally has time to get laid out like a domino.

Aneka, snapping her fingers before pointing at the god king: I love that comparison you just gave us.

Namor: Thank you. I learned a lot at our last family game night.

Attuma: Are you trying for a child?

Namor: We will when she's ready.

They all nodded in agreement before looking at Oni.

Oni: Well. Amora has been wanting me to wear her colors more because she thinks orange and red really compliment me. So. Me being the good wife I am, I started wearing a few of her gowns, and she was ecstatic. Then I felt adventurous one day and put on her armor and pretended to be her when she got home.

Namor: Ooooo. How did that go?

Oni: She bent me over and fucked me until I cried.

Attuma: She made you cry?

Oni: Yes. I was so overstimulated, that I couldn't even move away.

Aneka: Is that why you were in a wheelchair for a week?

Oni: Yes, and my wife spoiled me every day to make up for it.

They all laughed softly at the memory of Oni pouting in a wheelchair while Namora tried to cheer her up.

Namor: I knew your lie of hurting your ankle seemed odd. You were pouting way too much with Namora around.

Oni: Beyond these walls. It's still a busted ankle. Amora will be livid if she knows I told you all what actually happened.

Attuma: We won't tell a soul.

Namor: You have our word.

Aneka, nodded in agreement: See. I knew Namora was a freak.

Oni: Oh hush. Ayo is just as nasty with you.

Aneka: And see. We didn't even have to go there.

Should I write out another meeting? 🤣😭

Link to Part 2

#mickimomo #the sun and the sky au #attoye #okoye x attuma #aneka x ayo #namshuri #shuri x namor #namora x oc #onimora #the i worship my wife committee

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underspell · 1 year

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In Defense of Namshuri

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After watching Wakanda Forever, I started to see the chemistry between Shuri and Namor. It started after Namor kidnaps Shuri and shows her his underwater kingdom. Besides the undertones of Hades and Persephone which attracted to me to the whole sequence is also how Namor tried to convince Shuri to become allies.

Just think about it, he probably plan this with Attuma and Namora to hunt down Riri, fight anyone who oppose them, but keep Shuri alive. Probably so he can give Shuri the royal gown he gave her and gift her his mother bracelet. A big gesture to give away something so meaningful from a very important person in his life. (and you can't have that big gesture without being brought up again in the future)

He later talks to Queen Ramonda telling her that he has her daughter and she requested to stay in Talokan, and that was a good deal for Namor as he didn't considere anything else in exchange. A manipulation tactic perhaps, but still an interesting exchange considering that to Namor the offer was a good deal for him.

It goes without saying that one of the factors that attract Namshuri shippers is the Enemies-to-Lovers trope, myself included. Now, let me say this from the complains I saw against the ship. One being their age difference. However, there was no uproar when Thor and Jane became a thing, in fact, it was a far more greater age difference between the couple than it is between Namor and Shuri. But we know the biggest turn off and alarming reason for others to not ship Namor and Shuri together is the fact that Queen Ramonda, Shuri's mom, died by the hand of Namor. Well, first of, for us who like the fictional relationship dynamics of Enemies-to-Lovers is that you can't have the 'enemy' and not commit to being the 'enemy/villain.' Otherwise it would be a Rivals-to-Lovers plot, and rivals don't cross that far the line to kill your family members without becoming your enemy. In a way, it is an extreme version of the dynamic in terms of drama and angst to elevate a relationship from rivals to enemies. So there's no point to argue about the morals of it, we know what it is, and we like the fictional possibilities of how the character can evolve, how the relationship of the two of them to change, and the multiple plot directions it can go from transitioning enemies to finalizing the story to lovers. And that to me, personally, it is an interesting factor.

That said, Shuri ended with nothing left. Her father gone, her brother gone, and now her mother. So she gave in to hatred and revenge, in the Ancestral Plane she meets Killmonger, the representation of her same inner feelings.

This is the start of her journey. She started with being T'Challa younger sister, she who scolded tradition. She had the comfort to be the scientist without the worry to be the ruler of Wakanda and become the Black Panther. That all changed when T'Challa passed away and Wakanda left without their protector. She was still under the care of Queen Ramonda who step up for the diplomatic duties, she still was able to hide away in her lab and not deal with the hurt of the reality that she would be the one to step in eventually. But that didn't meant it would be in the immediate future.

Wakanda Forever set up her growth from a genius, but still, 16 year old girl in the first movie to become the leader and protector of the most advanced and powerful nation. Her transition to force her to become a leader was due to the threat of Namor, no other could had done it. If it was in any other way, she could had relied on M'Baku, someone who had already experience of being a leader. The attack of Wakanda and the death of Ramonda was just the painful but necessary tools needed for her to face her responsibility and start her journey.

I talked a lot, going in circles without mentioning the reason of this topic. The defense of Namshuri. So let's talk about it, starting with the final fight.

She had full intention to kill Namor to fulfill her revenge, following Killmonger's influence. Even though she was distraught to see him instead of her mother or brother feeling left, we did not got an answer to his question:

"Are you gonna be noble like your brother or take care of business?"

We didn't see what she choose, but it was implied what was her answer. But one of the clashing ideas was exactly that in the first movie. T'Challa chose to forgive his father killer, Killmonger wanted to burn the world for his father death. Considering that the person we are suppose to root for and the one who won was T'Challa. Revenge won't solve anything, but bring more chaos, and the cycle of hatred as either side attacks in retribution.

Back to the fight, Namor is on the floor, defeated, Shuri has no other obstacles to give the final blow. That is when she hesitates and she hears from the Ancestral Plane Queen Ramonda.

That was Shuri deciding factor to give up her revenge, and mirroring T'Challa, forgiving their parent's killers.

So what was the defense? Ramonda herself telling Shuri to 'show him who you are." And who she is won't end in the final fight or in the rolling end credits, we would see more of Shuri and what she's made of and who she is. Ramonda herself, in a way, asked Shuri to not kill him despite of what he has done.

Enemies-to-Lovers means it is a slow burn, it won't be quick and it won't be pretty. They would go from enemies, to a hint of chemistry but still very much opposing forces, to the action/betrayal that sets the ball rolling for the conflict. There would be mistrust, hidden (and not so hidden) resentments, and anger. Shuri won't see Namor again with a smile nor I am asking to see that any time soon. Shuri won't see Namor as a trusted ally, if anything, reluctantly would seek his help only when it is necessary when she tired up all (and I mean all) her options and resources. Shuri deciding to spare his life did not mean she forgave him or that their nations are in accordance with each other. (Demonstrated when Namora questioned Namor on his decision to stop the battle.)

Enemies-to-Lovers means that there would be a long, long, long road ahead for them to trust each other. At least in trials and in very specific and strict circumstances. For this to work, there would be a lot of trials for Namor to prove to be a reliable ally. Not only for his nation but as his own person to prove to Shuri and her people. Eventually as they grow to slowly trust each other there would be more chances of them connecting the same way it was when Namor showed her his home.

One thing is for sure, thanks to the events of Wakanda Forever, Namor and Shuri are tied to one another. Namor said that once Wakanda is in trouble they would have no choice but to ask for his help. This can go both ways. Either him simply aiding Wakanda as a true ally or, in response to Namora questioning his decision to stop the fight, might be an underlying that by allies means a way to sneak into Wakanda again. Namora can too be a representation of how some people in Talokan feel. In the other hand, she spared his life and he can be grateful for that. It's the push and pull between them, and that's what attractive for Namshuri shippers.

#marvel #mcu #black panther #wakanda forever #black panther wakanda forever #wakanda forver spoilers #namshuri #nashuri #namor x shuri

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shirayuucchi · 1 year

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#art #my art #namor x shuri #shuri x namor #namuri #namshuri #sea princess #illustration #digital art #digital illustration #artists on tumblr

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winterzsurprise · 1 year

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Thorned Exhales

Pairing: Namor of Talokan x Shuri

Summary: The people of Talokan believe in the concept of soulmates. However, even after years of this tradition, nobody has ever seen the result of an unaccepted mate moreso, a fated partner who's another species from you until their King met the Wakandan Princess, Shuri.

Words: 2.4k

Tags: Stubborn Namor, Hanahaki Disease AU, Soulmate AU, Namor flirts with Shuri to change the subject lmao, Blood, Post-Canon.

had a random thought one day and wrote it down. It's not everyone's cup of tea but they fit the scenario better.

The people of Talokan believe in the concept of soulmates.

After ingesting the luminescent flower their ancestors crushed centuries ago, the remnants of the petals sometimes resonate with another part of it from someone's stomach. And when it does, it forms a soulmate bond.

It activates the moment a Talokanil sees their fated mate for the first time and then they shall go through the typical period of courting, offering their hunts, fetching the shiniest and prettiest conch shell or giving out crystals found in the deep sea.

However, even after years of this tradition spiralling around their country, nobody has ever seen the result of an unaccepted mate moreso, a fated partner who's another species from you.

A violent hacks of coughs echoed in the empty hall as Namor faltered in his step, the burn on his lungs fresh and agonising with every wheeze.

Everything hurts, from his throat, his chest and even down to his abdomen. Yet even then, he smiled at his cousin who stood beside him, worry marrying her face while he hacked his guts out.

There was something lodging itself at the back of his air pipe restricting his ability to breathe, even with no more coughs to bark out he continued, the apparent block in his throat a nuisance for such a busy day.

Then that's when he saw it.

In his palm lies a pretty blue petal, glowing lightly under the bioluminescent lights above them. It looked soft and innocent with its color and texture, only if it didn't have blood staining half of it.

Namora gasped beside him, her hands reaching to stop his palms from closing.

"K'uk'ulkan, this is a matter to be taken seriously."

It was, without a doubt, an important matter to discuss with the council. But if word spreads about their king weakening after their fight with the surface dwellers, it might spark a war between them and their reluctant ally. Not to mention, the possibility of bold fiends who'd dare challenge him for the throne.

The moment the petal fell into his palm, Namor knew it was best to keep it hidden for now.

He can't afford losing the only alliance they have, can't risk the only connection he has with her.

Closing a fist, he turned to her with a small smile. "A single petal won't hurt me, child."

"But this is not a mere common disease. This stems from the flower our ancestors—"

Namor stood up straight, crushing the petal in his grasp before disposing of it on the side as if it offended him personally and disrespected his mother.

He couldn't deny his cousin's claims because he, too, grew concerned for his well-being after seeing him spit out a bloodied petal. It wasn't unusual for him to get sick as he catches a cold every century at least so he paid no heed to his coughs before. Turned a blind eye to the relentless tug of string at the back of his mind leading him into the direction where the Black Panther herself is.

He has felt the unusual tightness and heaviness on his chest ever since he met the noble princess of Wakanda's gaze full of hatred and felt her bloodthirst from outside the ruined throne room. One of the factors that helped her win against him at the beach.

He realised many things in that one moment, where she held his spear over her head, ready to take his life. Yet the biggest conclusion out of them all was his soul being tethered to hers.

The soulmate bond is nothing but a distracting one, he always thinks as he watches everyone around him become fools on chains following the hymn of the ocean. Drawn like the crew of the ship walking into the sea to pursue the sirens' sweet lullabies.

Everyone thinks he's immune to the soulmate bonds due to his godship, imagine their shock once they find out who he's tethered to.

"My king, you must inform the council of this! We must find a cur—"

It was a relief that all of Talokan knows not of the consequences of being rejected by their soulmate but if his cousin continued to nag, it won't take long for somebody to realize the secret he wishes to keep.

No one must know that his soul hooked itself with the Panther of the surface.

Namor brings a finger to her lips. "Not a word of this encounter shall escape between us."

"But—"

"It is unprecedented, yes, but I am a god who has lived for hundreds of years, I will not die from a simple illness."

Nobody has ever seen the results of a mate being rejected in all of those five hundred years Talokan has existed, much less than a Talokan's soul being tethered to a human. This event is something to be written down for research, to be overjoyed for, but with the life of their king involved, not a soul would rejoice.

Namor didn't want his cousin to feel pity for him nor did he want her to worry, so he kept his other symptoms hidden away.

He smiled at her, his pink bottom lips stained with crimson and Namora's body prickled with goosebumps, the crease between her eyebrows deepening.

He reaches to iron them down with his thumb, there was no use for worrying for him. As he said before, he has lived through wars and famine throughout those five centuries of living, a petal won't kill a god.

"Believe in your king, I am alright."

He launches into another hacking fit and Namora could only stand and run her hand up and down his back. She doesn't shed tears often, she's a soldier and the king's closest aid, she wasn't allowed to show weakness for the fear of disappointing Namor.

But for this one time, she let a single droplet fall from her eyes.

"Aiii, what did I say about worrying about me?" He says, voice hoarse from sore throat as he wiped her tears away.

"Talokan can't bear the loss of its king, I cannot think of a future where you don't get to lead it."

He laughed but was abruptly stopped by a couple of coughs. "I'll be fine, child. Don't cry, I will not die of any illness."

He repeated them to console the woman but in truth, he was also convincing himself. Namor didn't like the mystery of his illness, scared of it even but like any other hardships he has went through, he'll live.

With that, Namor continues down the hall leaving his cousin alone in the corridor, staring at his retreating back. Wide shoulders that used to look firm whenever she stared at it at every battle were now slumping as his body shook with another fit.

Namora felt helpless, stuck between following her king's orders of not uttering a single word of his condition outside the two of them and running to their reluctant ally, Wakanda, for help.

Their technologies are more advanced than any other nation, despite both having access to vibranium, it was them who handled and mastered the ore to aid them and fit it to satiate their nation's needs.

With the brain of the current Black Panther, Namora is sure she'd find help and medicine for her king from the princess.

Other than her pride and loyalty as a Talokanil getting shattered by telling their previously-enemy nation of their king's illness, Namor's orders weighed on her shoulders like chains connected to the ground, his words are concrete, she had no choice but to follow his whims.

But once it all becomes too grim, Namora pledged to herself to shed all pride and approach the princess for help.

She stayed silent, trusting her leader a little more as she guarded him whenever he performed his daily task of patrolling the borders and when he surfaced to meet the royalties of Wakanda to discuss their reluctant alliance and the Americans continued threats on the nation and its resources.

‘‘Why can’t we attack their vehicles before they enter Wakandan territory? Or eliminate the whole country altogether to remove the headache once and for all?” Namor suggested nonchalantly as he sat comfortably on the cushioned seats of the new throne room, paying no mind to the stink eyes he received from the other royals.

The Wakandan King scowled. "Why do we even bother inviting you in here when all your mouth can spout is war?”

Shuri waved M’baku off. “Let us not fight here like childrens. We need a solution as soon as possible. I don’t think agent Ross can—”

Then the most horrible chances happened and Namor started coughing violently. Namora arose to her feet in muted panic and in a blink, she’s supporting his body that shook with his coughs, standing in between him and the eyes of the panther if he ever barked petals once more.

This earned the Wakandan royalties’ attention, eyebrows knitting as they awaited for him to calm down. But when it relented after a few seconds passed, Shuri spoke up with her eyebrows knitted.

“Namor, do you need medical help? I can fix you up in my lab.”

But the feathered serpent king waved her worries off. His ribs constricting around his laboured heart at the call of his second name, he has never minded the use of it until it was the Wakandan princess who uses it. His heart throbs as he's once reminded of her distaste for him.

If only he wasn't driven by anger, he wouldn't have to suffer as much as he does now.

He coughed out another bloodied petal and he closed his palm around it, thankful for Namora's body blocking their sight. They mustn’t know.

“There is nothing to worry about here, princess.” He grinned. “Iron that creases between your eyebrows. If not, I would start mistaking it as your concern for me.”

Instantly, the princess’ worried expression crumpled into disgust and he laughed boisterously, an ache in his chest resurfaced and launching him into a small fit. He rose to his feet, not noticing how worry graced Shuri’s face once more as he wiped the blood from his lips discreetly.

But he wasn't fast enough when the smell of iron reached Shuri’s sharp nose and the hair on her nape stood at attention, no doubt alerted by it.

She wasn’t foreign to its smell and the symptoms the Talokan king displayed, if anything, she thinks he caught the same sickness her brother had. Seeing the concern from her face, King M’Baku spoke up from beside her.

“Are you sure you don’t need our aid?”

“I am worried about those coughs, I can smell the blood from here, Namor.” Shuri added.

He froze. Of course, the panther could smell it.

He doesn’t want to discuss his well-being further, he needs to retreat back into the ocean with Namora, the pain blooming in his chest almost unbearable as it shears another long line into his chest, its seams burning deep into his lungs.

“It’s been months already, princess. How about calling me by my real name?”

Shuri groaned. “By Bast’s name—”

“We are thankful for your offer but we must get going.” Namora butts in, foreseeing the path the current conversation will take. A frustrating scene of push and pull between a stubborn princess who only wants to help and a stubborn king who doesn't want it.

With a bow from her, she subtly held up Namor as they exited the throne room.

The apparent worry and panic in her face wasn’t missed by their allies. When M’baku heard the mention of blood, despite all of the horrors their reluctant ally had rained upon their nation, he felt uneasy for letting him off when they knew the symptoms all too well since it was the same illness that took their previous king, T’Challa.

The Feathered Serpent god might've cost their previous Queen's life and destroyed their city but they're merely humans who felt sympathy for others, an ugly feature of their mortality no matter what angle Shuri looks at it.

The princess doesn’t know how to react. She should be overjoyed at the timed life her mother’s murderer has yet here she is, worried beyond belief. Shuri could see the wicked grin N'Jadaka is giving her from the ancestral plane, could feel it even and her blood pressure arose once more.

She doubted her ancestors and the late queen would be enthusiastic to hear such a thing from her.

“Are you sure you smelled blood from him?”

She turned to M’baku. “Yes, it worries me.”

If the man was surprised at her admission, he didn’t express it, nodding soundlessly instead as he stood up from his throne, taking his staff with him.

“Let us watch where it’ll lead us for now, it seems that god doesn't want us to meddle. But I am sure that cousin of his will soon find us if anything were to happen."

Shuri couldn't find it in herself to deny his words yet the worry settled deep in her gut remained unmoved. She massaged her fingers as she stared at the setting sun outside floor to ceiling glass panes behind the throne, thoughts muddled with possibilities and needless worries.

#namor fic #mcu namor #namor x shuri #shuri #black panther #black panther wakanda forvever spoilers #black panther spoilers #wakanda forever spoilers #namshuri #namshuri fic #mcu fic #mcu fanfiction #namshuri one shot #namor x shuri one shot #hanahaki disease au #soulmate au

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uuhleesuh · 1 year

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the devil works hard, but tacotime on AO3 works harder.

#I aspire to be her that girl is posting multiple times a day #ao3 #the water queen #namshuri #my screams into the void

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iamthejinyouarethejin · 1 year

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Plans (P1)

Attuma: That's exactly what he gets for messing around with those Wakandans. They're not to be trusted. Namora: Silence yourself Attuma. Kukulkan is listening. Attuma: No. I am done with you defending him. It is time you say something. He listens to you. Namora: Ah, but you know who he listens to more? Their new queen. He seems extra attentive when she comes around to discuss... business matters. Attuma: And why is she worthy of his trust? Namora: She let him live, Attuma. Attuma: Ah- Namora: There is no way we can stop it. It's an alliance now. Attuma: Why? We could have easily dominated them but we have shown them our weakness and now- Namora: Are you suggesting that we start another war with Wakanda? Attuma: No. Namora: Then what else are we to do? We are weak compared to the technology they have in store. We've seen that. They have probably only increased the weaponry in stock since the last attack and- Attuma: But we could do it, my sister. We could come and, and- Namora: Have you lost your mind?! The new queen "visits" here more than she is in her own country. There is no way we could pull that off. Attuma: Well I have no interest in an alliance. Namora: I'm sorry then! I've already expressed that to- Attuma: Do you want to kneel to the Wakandans? Namora: ... Attuma: Do you?! Namora: N-no. Attuma: Do you want to see us have what is rightfully ours, no strings attached? Namora: Yes... Attuma: Then we will make sure she doesn't come around anymore.

P2!!!! 🙅🏾‍♀️✨

#bp2 #black panther #wakanda forever #namor #kukulkan #attuma #namora #black panther 2 #bpwf #shuri #lupita nyong'o #marvel #mcu #black panther mcu #black panther incorrect quotes #okoye #talokan #attuma x okoye #namshuri

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pantherandtheseagod · 1 year

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#fanfiction #namor x shuri #shuri x namor #mcu namor #princess shuri #seaprincess

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rkivedtear · 1 year

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the amount of nashuri authors updating right now??? do y'all not want me to sleep???? what am i supposed to do???? SAY NO??????

#nashuri #ao3 #wakanda forever #namuri #shuri x namor #namor x shuri #namshuri #shuramor

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bobaheadshark · 1 year

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boba could u pls drop ur favourite nashuri/namshuri/seaprincess fics !! I trust ur taste

hey!! yes i’ve been thinking about this, will do recs when work is less crazy, so, soooon

#namuri #shuri x namor #nashuri #seaprincess

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thequestioning-maiden · 5 months

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i dont know why rin didnt have powers and i see strong heroines such as kagome who devoted to her friends and i like enemies to lover books but i wish villans x heronie like zutara or reylo shippers should read inukag manga moments , dont hate me if you hate reylo or namshuri

I think Rin doesn't have powers cause her character was never meant to be an active part of the series (which doesn't mean she isn't important). She has no agenda, her character is a plot device, she's there being a normal human because that's what Sesshomaru hates the most at the beginning and it's through that little girl (adoptive daugther) that he's coming to understand that there's nothing wrong with not having powers and how precious a life is.

Oh and yeah, InuKag manga moments are chef's kiss! :)

#asks #answered asks #thanks for the ask!

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mickimomo · 1 year

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Forgive Me (Namor x Shuri) (Part 5)

Part of the 'I Worship My Wife' Committee × The 'Worshipped Wives' Committee series

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Shuri had worked endlessly to prepare herself to apologize to K'uk'ulkan.

She was dressed in a jade gown he had given her to wear when she returned to Wakanda after grieving in Haiti. He had it made in hopes of making her return home enjoyable. And it was, when she attended Oni's welcome home party.

It was a beautiful gown.

It hugged her curves and sparkled like the waters of a tropical beach with each step.

Instead of overaccesorizing, she put on a pair of jade earrings and pinned a few feathers that he had gifted her from his headdress into her hair.

She looked at herself in the mirror and neated a few undone twists in her twist out updo before looking herself over one last time.

All that was left, was to meet her husband.

She knew he wouldn't leave his grotto, so she would have to go to him.

Namora was kind enough to take her there and left with a small glare and a soft 'you better fix this'.

Shuri knew deep down that everyone was rooting for them to make amends.

Including Namora.

It was too much to see K'uk'ulkan so angry.

She looked around quietly.

There was no one around the grotto.

No guards.

No handmaids.

Not even a council member.

It probably had to do with the energy coming from the god king.

The anger that radiated from the hut, alone, was enough to make her weary of approaching.

But, she couldn't retreat.

This was her fault.

She had broken the heart of Aj K'uk'ulkan and made him wait a week for a sincere apology.

If she waited any longer, he'd probably drag her out of the lab and hold her hostage in Talokan.

She was surprised he hadn't done it after two days had passed.

He just stayed here.

Waiting.

With dwindling patience.

She took a deep breath.

If anyone deserved his wrath, it was her.

The queen exhaled before clenching her fists to muster up what little confidence she had left.

She slowly made her way in and stopped once she spotted her husband working on a painting with his hands and various brushes.

He knew she was there but refused to break his focus.

She watched him quietly before moving forward and taking a seat on the floor beside him.

He didn't acknowledge her.

Dark brown eyes watched his fingers push the paint around before he cleaner off his hand on a rag and reached for a piece of coal to add details.

His body tensed when his hand found hers.

"You cannot ignore me forever." Shuri whispered.

He lifted his hand and closed his eyes.

"I want to apologize for saying I hate you." She grabbed his wrist gently before guiding his hand to her face. "And for making you wait a week for an apology. I regretted it once the word left my mouth. I didn't enjoy watching your heart break or your eyes go dull. I didn't mean to wait this long. I just-" She took a deep breath before exhaling. "I didn't think there was anything I could say that would make you feel better. At least, not without properly thinking things over and understanding how much I fucked up."

"Hate is a strong word, Queen Shuri."

"I know. I was just... frustrated... trying to finish a project in the lab. I took my anger out on you and I was wrong for that." She frowned. "I'd also like to apologize for not showing up to the things you planned. I made you feel neglected and unappreciated. I know that I have been awful to you and I'm sorry."

"You knew you were being awful and did not care until I washed my hands of you."

"I didn't mean it like that."

"To have a wife that hates their husband is a fitting punishment." He pulled his hand away before refocusing on his painting. "It must have been fun stringing me along. Giving me hope and then crushing me. I hope it made you happy."

"In yakunaj-"

"Do not call me your love." He glared holes into the painting. "You do not love me."

"I do."

"I don't want to hear your lies."

"I am not lying to you, Ch'ah Toh."

That made him look at her.

Shuri rarely used his real name unless she was serious or releasing.

"I know I have failed you, and I am sorry. Our marriage was not a punishment. I did not marry you to make you miserable." She guided his hand to her chest so that he could feel her frantic heart. "Ma'ach in túukulkech, in yakunaj. In k'áatech, Ch'ah Toh."

"You only miss me because I'm not chasing after you." He tried to pull his hand away, but her grip was firm. "You cannot love me. Your love has no merit."

Shuri felt her eyes burn with tears. "I know." She lowered her head as tears began to fall. "I-I want it to have merit." She whispered. "I want another chance... if you'll give it."

Namor stared at her with dead eyes before gently lifting her head.

"What will you give me?"

"Whatever you want."

"Whatever I want?"

She offered a small nod as he lifted his hand and thumbed away her tears. "Y-Yes."

"You'll let me kiss you in front of others?"

"Yes."

"Hug you?"

"Yes."

"Hold hands?"

"Yes."

"You'll attend the dates I plan?"

"Yes."

"Leave the lab without starting a fight?"

"Yes."

"Say that you love me sincerely?"

"I've always been sincere."

"That doesn't sound like a yes."

"Yes, in yakunaj."

"If I ask for anything else... will you give it?"

"If it will make you happy, I will do whatever you ask of me."

"What if I want none of these things I've asked for?" He tilted his head. "What if I don't want you anymore?"

"Then I'll work hard until you do." She whispered. "Just like you did, when I was in Haiti."

A small smile creeped up on his lips at the memories of him working endlessly to win her affection and earn her forgiveness. It vanished after a moment, and his eyes shined with all the pain he had been hiding while away from her.

Shuri couldn't stand to see him so broken.

This was all her fault.

"I cannot hold my anger over you." He whispered as tears burned his eyes. "I was only angry because you gave me hope that this was real."

"This is real."

"But you hate me, and I am deserving of your hatred."

"No you are not." She shook her head slowly before gently grabbing his face and pressing her forehead to his. "I hate your actions. I hate what you did. I hated you. But, I dont hate you anymore." She took in a shaky breath. "Ch'ah Toh, you became my friend, my confidant, a shoulder to cry on, and eventually my lover. My husband and my heart." She continued to whisper. "You have somehow become the other half of my soul and I cannot hate you. Those words will never hold weight against you." She sniffled. "Who I was when we were on that beach covered in blood is not who I am now. I have healed and moved forward." She closed her eyes. "And you have every right to be upset with me for not appreciating you and cherishing you properly. You have done so much and loved me so tenderly, and I tarnished it all by saying something so harsh. I shouldn't have said it, and I am willing to work towards earning your forgiveness if you'll let m-"

Shuri's words were silenced as his lips pressed against hers.

It was a short and sweet kiss.

And for a moment, the world was silent.

It was as if they were the only ones on the planet.

Like nothing else mattered.

And Namor allowed her to sink into him as he slowly broke the kiss.

He thumbed away her new tears before pressing his forehead to hers.

"I forgive you."

"Let me earn it."

"I will." He whispered before kissing her again.

Author Notes

Chile, this almost became a smut. 💀 If y'all beg me enough, I might do it and throw it up on AO3. The attoye community currently has me in a chokehold, though, so you might have to pry a few fingers off my neck. 🥴 Hope you enjoyed it.

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