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Long Live The Queen Chapter Two (Namor X Shuri, Arranged Marriage AU)
MASTERLIST
Story Summary:
"Namor makes Shuri a proposal that she cannot refuse.
OR
A retelling of Persephone, the goddess who loved the surface world, and Hades, the god who loved her enough to burn the world down for her."
Click Below for Chapter Two!
CHAPTER TWO WORD COUNT: 2,022
Shuri awoke to a banging on her door. Sitting upright, she noticed she’d been changed during her forced sleep. The gilded dress she’d worn earlier had been swapped for a satin white shift. Cream-colored and soft to the touch, the dress showed that Namor would spare no expense when it came to her comfort. She frowned at the thought.
The knock is only customary, as Namora and three other Talokaniis glided in without her acquiescence. The woman soldier was devoid of her feather headdress and adornments. Instead, she wore a bejeweled halter that exposed her navel, along with a firmly-woven net skirt. In the dimly-lit room, her top glittered and shined as light bounced off the reflective stones. Despite her casual appearance, Shuri could still spot a scowl underneath Namora’s filter mask. It seemed that the king’s cousin did not share his sentiments for Shuri.
“Rise, my Queen,” Namora announced tartly, standing at the forefront of the other Talokanii women, who were also adorned in similarly shining outfits. “We are here to prepare you for the ceremony.”
If they thought they’d find a willing captive, the Talokaniis were much mistaken.
“I am the Princess of Wakanda, not your Queen,” Shuri rose from the bed to her full height, feet planted firmly on the ground. “I do not know what is wrong with your bullheaded King, but I refuse to go along with this sham of a wedding!”
Namora did not falter.
“We are here to prepare you for the ceremony,” She continued as if Shuri had not spoken at all. “Please allow us to dress and cleanse you. Ku’kul’kan has requested it.”
At her words, the women flurry into action. It was as if a light bulb had gone off; the women snapped into formation so quickly that Shuri wondered if this moment was rehearsed. To no avail, she tried to twist out of their way, but their grips were iron on her arms and legs.
They lifted her shift off her body as though it weighed more than a tissue, dragged her to an ivory tub in an adjoining bathroom, and dried scrub the protesting queen-to-be down with sea salt. Her skin is rubbed raw and exfoliated before perfumed bathwater is poured into the bath. The scent is nothing like what she is used to. If Wakanda is thick musk and incense, smoke clouds heavy with musk and spice, then Talokan is light air and vapor, a smell on the wind that you’d miss if you blink too fast.
She is none-too-gently pushed down into the warm water. The ladies work silently and efficiently, handling the resisting princess with a practiced ease. Two focus on washing her arms and legs with a crochet material that’s alike the African washing nets she uses at home. The other attendant massages shampoo into her coils and finger-detangles her hair with skilled hand. When they’re finished, they leave a net floating in the bath and stand, all three moving away from Shuri. As quickly as they descended upon her, they rise and stand towards the wall, backs rigid as the most disciplined soldiers.
A moment passes, and Namora, who has been standing dutiful watch throughout, gestures towards her own body and looks at the queen-to-be.
“Hm?” Shuri questions. “Ah!”
Namora nods at her and faces away from Shuri. She isn’t sure what use it is for them to turn away when they’ve already washed her, but she is slightly thankful for the modicum of privacy as she washes the rest of her body on her own.
Of all the situations to be in, trapped in an arranged marriage to a King of an underwater Kingdom previously unknown to mankind was not foreseen in Shuri’s horoscope for the year. At least, the astrologer did not mention it to the princess and queen mother when they made their annual pilgrimage together to the old soothsayer. No, instead, the elderly crone had only grinned, a joke dancing in glaucoma blue-colored eyes, as she insisted to the royals that the stars had one message for them: the Moon controls those in the water just as it controls those on land.
At the time, Shuri had only seen the wise woman’s words as all-the-more reason to eschew her country’s traditions. The Moon doesn’t control humans. The human body is impacted by the gravitational pull of local celestial bodies. The same influence could be said for Jupiter, Venus, or any other non-Earth object in our solar system.
Now, thousands of leagues under the sea, Shuri sees that the elder had gotten the last laugh.
Discreetly, Shuri scans the room, searching for anything – a tool, a weapon, a resource – that she might use to her advantage. The room is bare, save for the copper bathtub she sat in and the bed she awakened upon. Though, there were indents along the seashell-lined floor that suggested this room once held more, she could only assume that the room had been searched and stripped of anything too dangerous.
“My Queen, it is time for the next phase of preparation.” Namora broke Shuri’s thoughts, peering down at her through slitted eyes. “We are running behind schedule.”
“I am not your Queen!” She responded, startling the attendants who had already begun crowding her with opened towels. Her bathwater had long grown tepid. “I am a Princess of Wakanda, and I demand to be released.”
“In Talokan tradition, we must ensure – “
“I don’t care about tradition!” Shuri shrank into the tub, refusing to rise. “I don’t care about a wedding, and I don’t care about the moon!”
The warrior woman spoke in clipped Yucatan so quickly that Shuri could not translate it. Whatever the command was, the attendants forcefully grabbed Shuri out of the tub and dried her down. Water splashed around as the princess wrestled, but she, in combination with her slippery skin, was no match for the attendants’ strong grasp.
“This is a crime,” Shuri assured Namora as the ladies covered her body in a thick, light-smelling lotion. “You are making a big mistake.”
“You all cannot do this,” She yelled as they clipped her nails and plucked her eyebrows. “This is not right!”
“I am going to escape, and when I do –” Shuri began after they dressed her and applied paint to her face and body.
“You are going to what, Princess?” It was the first question Namora asked her, throughout the hours she’d been in preparation for the wedding. “What are you going to do?”
By now, hours had passed. The attendants did not tire in their efforts but they did not move with the same quickness of vigor as possible. Even Namora sounded tired and resigned to the Princess’s incessant fighting. Most of all, Shuri had exhausted herself out. Before Shuri could think of an answer, a knock sounded.
A hulk-sized warrior, the one they called Attuma, stood in the doorway. His frame took up the entire space.
“He is ready,” was all Attuma offered.
Namora nodded at him and smiled briefly, the softest action Shuri had ever seen from her, as she materialized an air filter out of seemingly nowhere.
“Oh no,” Shuri spoke. “Don’t you dare!”
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When she came to, she was not alone.
The King of Talokan sat beside her. He wore an elaborate, gold-brimmed animal head cowl with green and blue plumage sprouting at its back. His chest was bare, except for a string of pearls and his customary brass and blue shoulder plate. A gold armband curled around each of his biceps, and a beaded bracelet wrapped around his left wrist. He knelt on the ground next to her her and used a poker to adjust a well-lit hearth with a roaring fire. He looked into the flames, the bright color dancing golden-red in his eyes.
“Sweet dreams, Shuri?” Namor asked, eyes remaining focused at the task at-hand.
Shuri’s hands were bound together by rope, although it was an unnecessary precaution. She laid on a thick, circular mat on the ground, layered with animal fur, skins, pillows, and other soft comforts. Sleep’s embrace threatened to draw her back into the void, but she shook herself out of it and sat upright, yawning.
“Yes, I dreamt that you dropped dead and everything you loved fell to ashes before you.”
“I forgot that Wakandan wedding vows were so cruel,” He laid his palm upon his heart. “Such vile words, from such a pretty mouth.”
“Don’t you know it’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding?” She sneered at him.
Much to her chagrin, he fully turned towards her and took in the sight of his reluctant bride.
The Princess had been prepped and pampered in the finest that Talokan had to offer. Her skin shined with body oil; her hair and lashes tinted with onyx; her lips colored with ochre. She wore a dress made of jaguar skin that connected to her neck with a trail of jades and emeralds. Swirling white lines climbed up her fingertips to her elbows. On both forearms, she wore vibranium armbands. Her nails were painted silver, the same crystallized tint that dusted across her eyelids and cheeks.
He did not try to hide his interest in her, moving his eyes up and down her body.
Between the bedding and the fire, the room felt hot, stifling. Most of all, Namor’s presence alone seemed to suck all the air out. Shuri had to manually pace her breathing, lest her heart would break free of her chest.
“Before?” He moved away from the hearth and laid next to her, though she tried with no success to put more space between them. “Our wedding is happening right now. While we are in here together, my people are out there, feasting, drinking, dancing, rejoicing in honor of our marriage.”
“This marriage is a sham,” She said to him, throwing up her bound hands at him as proof. “Your people rejoice for nothing.”
“In the eyes of Talokan and the supreme god Tlāloc, we are husband and wife.” He spoke sincerely, unclasping the bracelet from his wrist.
“You are not listening to me at all,” She began, just as he began untying the rope around her wrists. “Namor, you don’t have to do this.”
“No,” He shook his head. “I must do this.”
“There are other ways.”
“Other ways?” He paused, fingertips slowing on the last knot. “I told you the story of my people. We were hunted down, beaten, killed. I did not choose this war; it was brought to me. What would you have me do? You look at me as if I have many options. I do what I must to protect my people.”
The rope fell to the ground in one singular loop.
“Some things, a King must do because it is right.” Slowly, he now wrapped the bracelet around Shuri’s right wrist in place of the rope ties. “This, I do because it feels right.”
“You have been decorated and painted in the colors of bridedom.” He continued, looking deeply into her eyes; she met his challenge, unblinking, and his heart swelled with pride at his choice in wife. “I’ve tended to the fire, just as the first man Mixcoatl did for the first woman Cōātlīcue. Incense has been burnt and offered to the gods. You wear the mane of a jaguar that I hunted, killed, and skinned with my own hand. And with this final act, I have made us one.”
“Wait!” She placed her hand over his.
Namor paused at the contact. Shuri had to think quick.
“You said that gods do not bargain with mortals, but can a wife not bargain with her husband?”
His mouth quirked, and though he did not laugh, she saw a sparkle in his eye, as if he knew a joke she was not privy to.
“Depends,” Namor brushed his thumb against her knuckles; she ignored his action, keeping her hand atop his in spite of her discomfort. “What is the wife bargaining with?
“I will marry you,” Shuri spoke the words that would seal her fate. “If you let the scientist go.”
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Okay
So I must confess
I came out of the theater after watching Wakanda Forever feeling guilty of shipping Shuri and Namor (after all he killed his mother and then almost killed each other)
But man, my shipper heart could deny the potential
Now (right after finishing my Elvis story) I have two plots to develop Namuri in my own terms
So let's see what I'll do
#black panther#mcu#marvel#shuri#namor#namor x shuri#shuri x namor#wakanda forever#shamor#namuri#seaprincess
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If you are a shipper of Namor and Shuri from Black Panther: Wakanda Forever feel free to check out my smutty one shot.
If you're under 18, kindly scroll away!
*goes to hide under the covers*
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I am now patiently waiting for the Ao3 angels to make more Shuri x Namor content because I love a good Hades and Persphone concept.
#Namuri#Shamor#namor x shuri#You'll never convince me that it's bad to ship them I ship Hannigram and Beefleaf#wakanda forever#black panther
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Referencias a La Bella y la Bestia.
En El Despertar de la Fuerza podemos ver una rosa y una campana y Kylo diciéndole a Rey “Eres mi invitada” a pesar de haber sido capturada. Además en los libros llaman a Kylo una “bestia” cuando pelea y Rey lo llama monstruo varias veces.
En Wakanda Forever, Shuri es capturada y llevada a Talocan pero Namor la trata como invitada, incluso le da un vestido y comida, y además, Riri literalmente le dice a Shuri que “Es igual que en la Bella y la Bestia” (también le dice que es como en Star Wars pero la referencia es a cuando Leia fue capturada).
Un regalo especial
Kylo y Namor les entregan un objeto que representa su legado familiar y por lo tanto que tiene valor sentimental para ellos. En ambos casos ponen estos objetos en las manos de ellas y les hacen saber que ahora les pertenece.
Kylo le entrega a Rey el sable de luz de su abuelo Anakin Skywalker y Namor le entrega a Shuri el brazalete de su madre.
Asesinato de una figura familiar
Kylo mata a su padre Han Solo, en quien Rey pensaba que podía encontrar una figura paterna. Namor mata a la reina Ramonda, la madre de Shuri. Tanto Rey como Shuri presencian las muertes.
♬Yo te quiero enseñar este mundo espléndido♬
Kylo le dice a Rey “puedo enseñarte los caminos de la fuerza” ¡él quiere hacerla parte de su mundo!.
Namor también quiere hacer a Shuri parte de su mundo y por eso la lleva con él a conocerlo. De hecho Tenoch ha compartido en sus historias de instagram como esa escena de ellos dos en Talocan es como la de Aladdín, algo a lo que las reylo también hicimos referencia muchas veces con el ship.
Conociendo su mundo
Shuri arriesga su propia seguridad y le dice a Namor que la tome a ella como rehén con el fin de evitar un problema mayor, esto deriva en ella adentrándose en su mundo.
Rey también por decisión propia, se arriesga a ir a la nave de la Primera Orden para encontrarse con Kylo (en “su mundo”) para intentar evitar la guerra.
Para llegar a “su mundo” ambas tienen que usar un artefacto especial, Shuri un traje submarino y Rey una cápsula de escape.
Juntos destruiremos el mundo
Kylo y Namor les proponen aliarse y crear un nuevo orden juntos:
Kylo “Deja el pasado morir…a los Sith, a los Jedi, déjalos morir. Rey, quiero que te unas a mi. Podemos gobernar juntos y establecer un nuevo orden en la galaxia”
Namor “Nuestro destino es luchar unidos…Dijiste que querías hacer arder el mundo, entonces hagámoslo arder juntos”
Ellas no aceptan sus propuestas y escapan, entonces ellos las persiguen. Kylo va a atacar a lo que queda de La Resistencia en Crait y Namor va a atacar a la gente de Shuri en Wakanda.
Juntos somos más poderosos
Hay unas peleítas inofensivas :V
Pero al final se dan cuenta que deben unirse y que siempre debió ser así, porque era su destino encontrarse y luchar juntos contra el mismo mal.
REYLO REFERENTE DEL CINE :3
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So I was revisiting my reylo trash playlist and I think that Namor and Shuri (Shamor) it's not that similar at all.
I mean、of course in both cases there's a rip off of Hades and Persephone's abduction (particularly more obvious in Shamor than Reylo).
BUT, the dynamic btw Namor and Shuri and Kylo and Rey are very different!
Namor is already a formed person, with ideals, a formed character and knows what's right and wrong.
Kylo, in the other hand, is a mess of a person and is trying and failing to find his place in the world.
While Shuri just passed the worst time of her life and is trying to overcome the lost of her brother as well as understanding her failure.
Rey is just a child who has been rejected for all her life and for the first time had the opportunity to take a step by herself.
So, when Rey and Kylo met, there's this conflict of belongings, one being so proactively trying to fit and the other passively.
And Namor and Shuri are both just trying the best for their people as mature adults, and how they connected through theirs stories.
This is it, just wanted to explored my thoughts.
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I am seeing writers are asuming spanish as Namor's Language. Spanish is not his language. It's the language of his ememies, the colonizers. Namor and his people's language is Mayan. So is kind of offensive to do that considering that the Spanish colonizers came here and imposed their language and culture in us, sistematically destroying ours. why would Namor adopt their language, his enemies', willingly as his? I mean, the "Mi amor" as a pet name is ok and I share it. Because it cames from His self adoptedName meaning. But I am seeing the full spanish language being used as his native language. That the part that is feeling cringy.
#namor x shuri#namuri#namor the sub mariner#namor of talokan#princess shuri#shamor#seaprincess#tenoch huerta#letitia wright
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Three weeks ago y’all were hard-core on board with a platinum blond inbred goth fucking his niece just because you think Matt Smith is hot, so I’m gonna need y’all to shut alllllllll the way up when it’s time for us to ship the Indigenous king and the African princess, who we have pretty much never had the same movie ever in the history of anything. Mind your business. Sit there and eat your food. 
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Ulotar and any other character for 🧬Fuse two characters together
uulotar combined with shamor, the lich hes got the inciest tinciest unhealthy obsession over, who eventually kills uulotar out of pity for her and himself <3
#oc: uulotar#oc: shamor#elder scrolls#gore tw#idoindeeddraw#ask#thier relationship is sooooo much <3
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the slow burn 🔥
… it could’ve been different
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ROOT CONSONANTS!
This language makes so much sense.
#hebrew#עברית#language acquisition#language learning#op#logical languages ftw#shomer (v) / shomrim (n) / shmira (n/v/act) / shomer (v - imp.)#edited post#the last one is meant to be 'shamor' (imperative)
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Thoughts on shuri x namor shipnames:
shuramor - my favourite so far, distinct, elegant, puts shuri first, sounds like "sure, amor" which is the antithesis of namor's name
seaprincess - cute, little mermaid vibes, follows mcu ship name convention (eg frostiron, winterfalcon)
namori/namuri - also cute but also identical to names for established charcaters outside the mcu, could become confusing
fishcat/catfish - less keen but still kinda cute, EDIT: also already used for t'challa and namor in the comics
shumor/shamor - even less keen but still distinct enough to be practical
#Shuri x namor#Namor x shuri#Black panther#black panther: wakanda forever#Mcu#Shuramor#Using that tag with the hopes of getting that ship name off the ground#Seaprincess
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Am I or am I working on some angsty namor x shuri fanfic? 👀😫
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At the end of my most recent class, the rabbi encouraged us to observe our first Shabbat. To ponder zakhor (to ‘remember’) and shamor (to ‘guard’), to write a simple Shabbat manifesto, and to “Do Jewish” for the first time.
I wasn’t expecting to react the way I did but when she told us that I was struck by a wave of emotions. Good emotions. Excitement even. I actually emailed the rabbi later that night asking for clarity and what she said was true. We were to find a way to make Shabbat meaningful to us and do our best to follow through on our manifesto.
Maybe part of it is that I wasn’t expecting for us to actually do anything until after the course concluded, which is months from now. It made this whole process feel real all of a sudden. That transition from all this reading I’ve done into something tangible.
I’ll have to think of something special.
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So
Have we decide a ship name? Namori? Shamor? Shuramor? BurnTheWorldBuddies??
(UPDATE: the popular votes includes - Catfish, Namori..)
(UPDATE UPDATE: Catfish is taken so now we have; Seaprincess, Namori, Shuramor)
#black panther#wakanda forever#namor#shuri x namor#namor x shuri#black panther spoilers#wakanda forever spoilers#poetic and romantics please come forward#and suggest something
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