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scoundrels-in-love · 1 year

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Between having been really into mermaids and underwater kingdoms as a concept during my childhood and the absolutely hauntingly stunning horror movie sequence where you root for the sirens introduction to Talokan, it's not really any surprise that I became instantly and deeply fascinated with this nation and its' people.

Like, there is so much I kept thinking about during the movie and even now, a whole day later. This great post by @thebctman raised even more that I hadn't gotten to.

Until the call to arms scene, I assumed that they cannot speak under the water, so I was quite stunned at the scene. But it does make me wonder just how much of importance does body language carry in Talokanian society! And how hard it might have been to preserve their native language, especially before the establishing of the cave sanctuary(ies).

And I have to think for how long Namor was only one who could only briefly exit the water, how, before the invention of water masks, there could be no sanctuary and he would be the only one wandering the caves. Pushed into role and revered as the leader from birth, fitting in with none of them.

The fact they ended up building this sanctuary and filling it to the brim with parts of their cultures they couldn't practice under the water - like the murals. How they must have lost their national cuisine, without access to ingredients or ways to practice it - or even consume, since they cannot eat above the water. I have no idea how much jade deposits are under water, but perhaps even that became a scarce material.

It makes me think of Namor's speech the first time he meets with Queen Ramonda and Shuri - about how clean and unharmed the land is and how much Wakanda's people have not had to change and compromise who they are, their culture, just to continue to exist. Though Talokan is their new land, it is still an exile. Exile deep into the cold waters that have slowly been poisoned and polluted by people.

Somehow, they've managed to befriend sea animals and even communicate with them (which leads back to my point about non-verbal communication under the water, maybe they quite literally can emit sounds similar to dolphins or whales), there is no way that they do not know the absolute devastation done to the oceans, that it has not impacted them, that Namor or his people haven't personally known whales that have been killed by whalers.

And yes, I do wonder about the pressure - how fast can they raise and lower themselves in these depths, without reprecussions, and just how damn fast can they travel because they seem to traverse incredible distances so very swiftly. One moment they're near USA, then Namor can respond to Queen Ramonda's call very swiftly. Like, just how fast can they all swim, without exhaustion?? Fascinating.

I know most of these things will never be answered, if any at all, but a lot of them are just lot of feelings about things in the subtext and I'm gonna go drown in those kthxbye.

#rainy rambles #there's so much unsaid directly in the movie but that is conveyed nonetheless that my brain might fucken bust open #black panther #black panther wakanda forever #wakanda forever #namor #namor the sub mariner #talokan

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starshooter-1004 · 1 year

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The Bond

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I woke up that morning and rolled over to find the bed empty. I sat up and saw that Namor and our daughter were missing. I got out of bed sliding a pair of slippers on and wrapping a robe around. I placed my royal bands on my wrist before exiting. I walked to the Ancestral hut hoping to find them both there; Namor loves teaching our daughter the way of the Talokian people.

She truly was the new light in our lives and Namor’s pride. He brings her everywhere teaching her to swim as early as two months; though as a previous surface dweller made me anxious. Then I remember she is more like her father than I; even at six months she has his personality. She is a spitting image of her father that sometimes I wonder if she will inherit anything from me.

“There with the whales In Reina,” spoke Atuma. I turned around to find Atuma standing there and bowing to me.

“This early? Poor child hasn’t eaten yet,” I sighed looking down into the cavern.

“Thank you Atuma,” I smiled and went to the hut to change. I put in a royal garment and made my way to the cavern and dove in. Arriving into the city it was a lively as ever. The festival of the moon is beginning this weekend so the city is in a scurry to prepare.

“In reina,” spoke a villager. They all gestured and bow and I returning it.

“Have you seen K’Uk’Ulkan?” I asked. They nodded and pointed to the whale sanctuary. I smiled and said my thanks before swimming toward it. The whales here were majestic and powerful beings; each child and adult may bond with a whale cub once it’s born. The whale then being their companion for life and travel confidant. Training for the whales for battle began young; but the Talokanian were gentle in there trainings compared to surface dwellers.

Before becoming one of the people I never gave it much thought to the cruelty of man. Until coming here and seeing people live. Amongst such beautiful creatures made me realize just how cruel some can be. I swam through the paths and tunnels of the sanctuary avoiding the chaos. Members of the training team were prepping festival garments on Namor and I’s whales. I didn’t think it was possible but even without being blood related to the people I could still bond with the animal.

My beautiful Marna was a female humpback. She was young and full of spirit and always excited for seeing new parts of the ocean with Namor and I. Namor had the oldest of the whales in the Clan. He was the biggest amongst them and was battle hardened. I suddenly heard a childs laugh in the distance and recognized it. I quickly swam to the spot to see Namor and our child Aura floating next to a mother and calf.

Namor floated behind her arms extended as Aura excitedly touched the gills of the whale. The whale watched closely at Namor and Aura as her calf came up to them. Namor extended his hand gently touching the calf and taking Aura. Namor placed Aura’s hands onto the whale and the calf sang excitedly drawing a happy giggle from my daughter. Namor smiled and chuckled quickly picking up our child and kissing her head.

“My daughter my beautiful, smart girl,” Namor beamed.

“You will be a wonderful queen one day like your mother. Though I hope you inherit her kindness over my temper as you grow. You will be fierce as your father but wise as your mother. For she is the wisest woman I have ever beheld and my is she a beauty,” Namor cradled Aura looking at her lovingly. Tears pricked at my eyes hearing such words.

Namor then looked toward my direction, he knew I was here and extended his hand out. I smiled swimming toward him taking his hand as he pulled me in. He kissed me and looked back to Aura. I touched his hand as he held her, how lucky I am to have such a beautiful life.

#namor imagine #namor x y/n #namor x you #namor smut #k'uk'ulkan of talokan #black panther #namor fluff #romance #avengers imagines #avenger

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whollyhapa · 1 year

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Mutant--A Namor Fanfiction Ch. 4

Christ, does this feel unnecessary.

Shuri’s attendants did a number on you. From the heavy bands wrapping your biceps and ankles, to the gold ring curled around your bottom lip, to the swaths of shimmery fabric snaking tightly around your body, to the jeweled sandals clasped snug around your ankles—you can’t decide which part of the outfit you resent more. They couldn’t even leave you your hair—you normally throw the top half up in a topknot, but now it’s down completely, shampooed and brushed and glistening down your back, with two tiny braids trailing down your temples.

You scowl and turn around in the mirror for the fifth time. The white dress is too tight, too gaudy, too exposing along your thighs. The jewelry sits too heavy on your skin. The only thing you can’t seem to form an opinion about are the elegant gold and black braces that wrap around the base of your wings and creep like meshed webbing up your scapular and covert feathers. It had taken some convincing, but the queen’s evil fashion attendants had assured you that the 3D printed vibranium design still allowed for flight, at least. You flap your wings experimentally.

You feel like the competition’s finest show poodle.

And you really, really need to take a moment for some self evaluation. How on God’s green fucking earth did you wind up here again? Now you remembered—you’re about to reencounter the same underwater king that had breached an accord to drag you from a peaceful drowning, and it’s the same man you’re about to strive to avoid for an entire day.

You think about the time you could be spending today testing your wings again, touching clouds again, and you bristle.

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You’re still seething as you pop a candied grape in your mouth two hours later, crunching slowly as you ponder how you possibly let yourself land in this situation.

You’re several hours late to the banquet; introductions and grand entrances are over already, the food’s been whisked away, and multilingual chatter fills the great hall you stand in. A giant Wakandan flag drapes proudly from the ceiling, decorated with glittering strings of pearls and sea netting. Tall curved windows arc over either side of the giant hall to shed ample light over the scene, and you feel like an ant in a bubble.

You haven’t moved from your shadowy corner nestled to the far right of the hall’s only entrance. Scanning the crowd for a hulking bronze god, you realize you can’t see many people from this angle, but honestly the less people can see you the better.

You crunch down on another grape as your eyes follow a blue figure wearing peculiar guards filled with water over her mouth and traps. A Talokanian. You should be more startled by the fishperson, but you think the freakishness you’ve seen in the pits of Serbia’s black-market science stifles your awe.

You pop the final grape in your mouth. God, they’re really blue, though.

The Talokanian turns suddenly and catches you staring, but instead of looking away, you hold her gaze—and you behold each other for a moment, like neither one of you can decide which of you looks weirder. The Talokanian is the first to lose the staring competition, and she turns and slips back into the crowd of textiles and dresses.

You think you’ve just been compromised.

Still, an hour passes uneventfully, with no sight of Namor. Eventually a group of elegantly dressed performers, some holding large drums, files into the banquet hall and starts setting up the instruments near your little alcove of shadow. You take the opportunity to slip along the wall toward the opposite end of the hall’s doors, where a wide stretch of balcony doors are swung open to let in the waning afternoon sun.

You breathe easier once you’re outside. Orange clouds drift high above a stunning, stretching view of the city below. You lean your stomach against the balcony railing, breathing deeply. The sky plus the peculiar architecture makes for an otherworldly scene, and as you watch two distant birds swoop and dive together over the horizon, fantasies of flight tonight over this magnificent city capture your mind again. So much so, you forget your crucial vigilance for a moment—and it costs you.

“Do they not let you fly, in Alada ?” rumbles a thick voice approximately three fucking feet right behind you.

You whirl around instantly, punching out a curse. Sneak attacks were something you carried out, not something that ever happened to you. “Jesus, you’re quiet,” you hiss at Namor.

You have to crane your neck to look up at the king. If you thought the man was flashy the first time you saw him, what he wears now is sensationally fucking opulent. An elegantly patterned loincloth drapes from his hips below a thick golden belt. Even more bejeweled armor wraps his arms and shins. Wide bands of metal and pearls connect the tapered gold pauldrons resting on either of his shoulders. A shoulder cape of thick ornate fabric sweeps across his chest and drapes down his back, and the headdress he dons is nothing short of spectacular—all feathers and stones crowning out of the head of a golden serpent that encompasses his strong features on all sides. You have to search the shadows of his face to find his eyes.

And there it is. That mile-long relentless amber stare boring directly through your pupils and into the back of your skull. He looks at you like he’s halfway between curiosity and a desire to eat you alive.

He repeats the question. “Does the queen not let you fly?”

You press your wings against the balcony railing and squint at him, deciding to give him some truth. You can’t tell him Shuri is very possibly using you as a political pawn in the upkeep of an alliance, but what can you say? The man is intriguing.

“I can, starting today. Queen rules.”

“Queen rules,” Namor echoes, nodding solemnly. You watch as he raises his right hand up to his face to take a bite of the whole unpeeled mango resting in his fist; it looks miniature in his large slender fingers. He chews for a moment, then closes his eyes and swallows. “I still resent the surface world. All that it stands to destroy.” His eyes open and train on you. “But the fruit of your lands? Sublime. It tastes forbidden.”

You shift on your feet, wondering how the hell to respond to a comment like that, when Namor gestures with a sticky hand behind you. “Your wings. The metal. They look…regal. You will fly today?”

Turning your head to gaze out at the tangerine sky again, you give an affirmative nod. You look back at him as he takes another bite, then down to his sandaled feet. Deciding to venture into reluctantly-polite conversation, you let loose a question. “Do your wings grant you flight? They’re…” you trail off, losing the non-offensive word on your tongue.

Namor flashes a short grin, and as he looks down at his ankles you let yourself relax marginally. “Not quite as big as yours, next to each other now,” he admits. “But yes. They are strong. They help to balance in flight.” His eyes flick back to yours once more—like if he tears his gaze away for too long you might disappear. “Perhaps we will fly together.”

You give him a tight-lipped smile while you weigh the notion in your mind. Flying, flying alone, gave you a personal high unmatched by any drug on earth—and your body unwillingly knows a few. To share the skies with someone else, to coast a wind current alongside another? Nothing short of intimacy—and suddenly this guy seems all-too intrusive again.

“Perhaps,” is all you softly say. This time you hold the eye contact.

Namor must sense the way your eyes have shifted. Or the way you square your shoulders. Or the way you press your wings tighter to your body. Because the bastard furrows his brows and looks directly back at you as he brings his arm up again, parts his mouth, and licks a long stripe up his forearm, collecting the sweet juice spilling down his elbow. You flick your eyes away from his tongue and swallow.

What the fuck?

“Perhaps tonight,” Namor adds, his register low and in the back of his throat. Now you feel heat creeping up your spine, spreading through your winged appendages and shooting up your neck and face. It’s a weird sensation, but it feels closest to rage, so you run with that.

“Slow your roll, cowboy. It’s just pleasantries,” you retort, crossing your arms over your chest.

Distant cheering and whooping picks up back in the great hall’s interior, and the powerful beat of drums suddenly fills your ears. Even from this distance it vibrates beneath your feet, and you’re briefly thankful for the way the fast cadence masks the thrumming of your heart. It still doesn’t distract enough from the ongoing chokehold of a stare Namor is still fixing on you.

“Wakanda has granted Talokan’s nobility three days to roam its lands in peace, in alada.” Namor speaks slowly, raising his voice over the rhythmic pounding of drums. “You won’t get rid of me so swiftly. Our kind…our kind is isolated. Forsaken.” He tilts his head back, feathers gliding with the headdress as he looks to the heavens, then back down to you.

“I hope to find you in the skies tonight.”

With another low bow, Namor turns and strides away, back towards the stretch of balcony doors. His shoulder cape billows, gliding behind him. The same blue warrior, the one you had a staring match with, waits for him silently at the nearest open entrance; and when he reaches her, they disappear behind the reflection of the glass and into the rhythmic fray inside the hall.

You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, then shake your wings out of frustration. Something about your second interaction mirrors your first, in the same unsettling, unnerving feeling it leaves you stewing in, deep in your gut. How have you faced relentless torment from such poor excuses for human beings, and yet no living thing has managed to crawl under your skin like this spandexed Hermes?

You think you’ve had enough pleasantries for the evening. That interaction should meet Shuri’s talk-to-a-king quota tonight, right? You hustle off the balcony and once again slip along the sides of the wall to the exit, and as your legs hurriedly transport you back to the privacy of your quarters, you crave a clear sky now more than ever.

I hope to find you in the skies tonight.

Oh, you’ll test your wings again tonight. And leave the man from the Atlantic fluttering in your dust.

#Namor x reader #namor x you #namor fanfiction #black panther 2 #black panther wakanda forever #eventual smut #smut inbound in the next few ch #wakanda forever spoilers #namor x ofc #Namor #namor of talokan

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griot-of-wakanda · 1 year

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While we against shipping Shuri and Namor, I think we should also keep in mind that we should also probably not be shipping Shuri and Namora.

Although it's probably less problematic, Namora was the one who prompted Namor to kill Ramonda, and the grief between those two people (dead Talokanian guards, dead mom) isn't exactly the foundation for a romantic relationship. I'd love to ship Namor and Nakia, but for the same reason, no.

Okoye and Attuma feel better than these because they aren't shown to be as emotionally vengeful towards each other more than they feel challenged by their match in combat.

#black panther spoilers #my opinion

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hyperfixasian · 1 year

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Just some general random thoughts/review about BP:WF since the last time I saw an MCU film opening weekend was Thor: Ragnarok in 2017. And this is without consuming most of the prerelease material

Spoilers under the cut I suppose...

Cons:

Movie was ridiculously long. I’m not a fan of anything that almost taps out at 3 hours, and it only ever happens with action flicks. If you need 3 hours to tell a story, most of the time you’re doing too much

Shuri being the next Black Panther was ridiculously drawn out. We knew it was going to happen but it wasn’t even acknowledged by the narrative until like 75% of the way in

Related to the pacing, the conclusion wrapped up far too quickly for a conflict that was drawn out for like 60% of the film. Personally thought it was great for Shuri to choose compassion over vengeance but my god this huge conflict with much bloodshed was suddenly over in like 10 seconds

Thought the plot with Riri/Ironheart was kind of awkward... Even as we’re going into the MCU’s 300th movie, I’m always bothered that these people who exist in this universe just get scooped up out of their lives and then they go back to living, and this is just a thing that happens with no protocol in place

Hated every time Laura Dreyfuss’s character was on screen, and thought Agent Ross was poorly used in the film. I don’t know how they could’ve integrated him better but every scene with the American portion of the film took me out of it

Did they ever explain the sonic siren attack or is that something the Talokanians can just do?

Pros:

A fantastic homage to the late and great Chadwick Boseman. Respectful and loving but not placing too much focus that detracted from the story or made the tone too sorrowful

Black Panther remains one of my favorite film series within MCU because of the wide array of strong female characters from leaders, warriors, and scientists to mothers and teachers

Shuri’s arc was fabulous. Her character is a tragic one, much like Thor, Wanda, and Peter before her and yet she still finds her own specific way to grieve. You can see her tackle each stage of grief but what makes it special is that she doesn’t even have time to finish mourning T’Challa before her mother is taken from her, and you can see her, still in the anger phase, multiply that rage exponentially

The city of Talokan was sooo beautiful, and I love that it and its citizens appeared to Shuri just as much as Wakanda did. I love that the narrative remembered that the Talokan were not just a warring army, there were thousands of citizens who lived happy and peaceful lives just as the Wakandans. Would’ve shortened that scene but it was skillfully used

Nakia/Lupita looked sooo beautiful every scene she was in, I could not look away

Love that Black Panther always knows the tone it’s setting. There are plenty of moments that had my theater roaring from laughter, Agent Ross, Okoye, and Riri especially. But the sorrowful moments of mourning Chadwick were respectful, and the serious moments focusing on colonization/war profiteering/racism/imperialism were always taken completely seriously. None of the jokes ever felt out of place, and I appreciate it for a film series tackling very serious subject matter

Neutral:

The post credits scene??? Ummmmm... T’Challa and Nakia had a whole ass child (looks to be like 4-6 years old so I’m wondering how that fits in the timeline) and they just kept it a secret??? And Ramonda knew but not Shuri

Idk why my girl Okoye has to go through some shit every film. She’s a complicated woman but I feel like the story likes to punish her very often when she is just sticking to her principles

Love that my man, Michael Bae Jordan/Killmonger, got to show up a little, was a pleasant and almost scary surprise. Did they explain why he showed up in the ancestral plane rather than Shuri? Is it because she didn’t believe and that’s why he was called to her?

Probably have more thoughts but this is all my 11pm brain can produce. Would love to hear anyone else’s thoughts on it! All in all, I loved the film and can’t wait for it to be released on D+ (just wish it was 30 min shorter for my ADHD brain)

#my stuff #mcu #black panther: wakanda forever #thoughts #mcu spoilers #black panther spoilers #pls talk with me about this i have so many thoughts and no where to put em

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messyo5 · 1 year

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Dude I just finished watching Black Panther Wakanda Forever and I am going to share my freshly baked scattered thoughts with any unlucky onlookers that might pass by.

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First and foremost.. Oh my god. That end fight scene. I couldn't tell who I wanted on top of me more. I mean. Like, Shuri and Namor were beating the shit out of eachother which isn't ideal but can they like beat the shit out of me?

With the previous point being made, I think its notable that Namor/Kukulkan's thunder thighs had me in a chokehold the whole movie. This is important information to the plot.

On a more serious tone, I wish they would've displayed more political conflict within the movie and elders. I feel like given how much their politics were involved with the previous movie, we should've seen more conflict. I mean like, Shuri basically dropped down from the sky at one point and decided to declare war on Talokan and with the exception of whats-his-name, everyone seemed pretty damn chill with it. You'd think that after the last guy they'd show some resistance. But I suppose that would take up too much screen time? Idk man I feel like that was one of my biggest qualms with the realism of the writing.

Personally I don't have a problem with it, but my brother is like rlly upset and feels like it was poor writing to put Riri in an Ironman like suit. I actually liked it. I liked how they introduced the idea of her wearing a suit like that WITH Ironman actually. When we saw the suit in the garage, I can't remember if it was mentioned that Riri took inspiration from Stark or not, but I feel like it was implied bc of the studies she had been doing on Stark tech. And I think that was so cool to throw in there! It makes sense for a second generation of heroes to be inspired and making their own suits and stuff out of the previous Avengers. Think about all the scenes and headcannons we used to see of Thor or smth waving to a little girl on the bus. Those kids are going to start being the next generation of heroes so I'm really excited to see how Marvel incorporates the inspiration factor. Think like Peter Parker interning for Stark, I can't wait to see some other young hero who is just like oddly obsessed with Banner or smth bc they had a Hulk Stretch Armstrong toy or smth when they were six.

The costume design!! Oh God! Loved it!! I'm kind of a nerd for Art History and as many know, Hollywood usually does not get it right. I'll admit, I had high standards for Marvel on this one because they did so good with the first Black Panther design of masks and materials used for costuming, incorporating bits and pieces from other various individual African or Sub Saharan art styles, even researching into color meaning and representation. And I was overjoyed to see that Marvel had met my standard in the design of mourning garments and masks among other details. Not to mention the research done into hair styles and material use when they designed the Talokans (Talokanians? Idk dude I can't remember.) I also loved the war headdress Namor addressed everyone with, and I'm infinitely more glad that he didn't wear it into battle. I do think that given the Mayan roots of Talokan, the place they had Namor standing over did look uncannily like the Aztec Templo Mayor but yknow it still looked cool ig. Anyways. Kudos to Marvel, they're clearly doing their research and have an Art Historian somewhere on the team. I really can't wait to see what they do next keeping up the good work.

Kay. I think I've officially hit the two hour after mark. So my thoughts are not so freshly baked. They're cooled. Might edit on more later might not-

#thoughts #shitpost #wakanda forever #black panther #shuri #mcu namor #mcu kukulkan #black panther spoilers #brainshits

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garnetvengeance · 1 year

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Thoughts on Namor in Wakanda Forever-

So my one thought was like

Comics!Namor+Gilgamesh=MCU!Namor

Because they took away the aspect of him being half human- I was worried they'd not have him being an outcast among Atlanteans (Talokanians?) Since I knew they were all pink underwater, but apparently they did away with him being half human altogether lol

And so instead of him being a King Despite His Bloodline who's had to fight to hold onto his birthright he's a King Because of his Bloodline who's completely secure in his throne and sits above and is forever apart from his own people, and that's fine! Like obviously there's aspects of that I enjoy - goodness knows I love Gilgamesh - but Namor trying to reconcile his two halves was always such a key part of his character and I'm sad we won't get that :(

#As long as it doesn't bleed into his comics characterisation I'm fine with it #Wakanda Forever Spoilers #Kind of I'm trying to be intentionally vague #Wakanda Forever!Spoilers

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itaintenough · 1 year

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Me during Okoye fight scene with talokanians while shuri and riri both being unconscious AND GOD HER ARMS? HER ARMS!!!

#i cant keep seeing my loved ones 💀#black panther #black panther wakanda forever #black panther 2 #okoye #dora milaje #attuma #namora #talokan #wakanda #wakanda forever #danai gurira #shuri #riri #princess shuri

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starshooter-1004 · 1 year

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Namor- The Ocean Calls 4

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The next morning my mind was clouded; a mix between the wine and the music from last night. I sat up in the bed my eyes adjusting to my surroundings. I stood up my feet meeting the cold stone floor and walked over to the mirror. I examined myself and saw the light purple marks that trailed down my neck and chest. The memories began to flood back, the taste of him on my lips and his warmth and scent. I felt my senses being flooded by him all over again and I reminiscence. The feeling of his hands and heat permanently imprinted into my skin. A knock was heard on my door and I walked over to answer it. They're stood Atuma and Idris. She smiled and bowed as Atuma nodded his head.

“Good morning my lady, we were instructed to get you prepared for this morning with the Ajaw,” Idris beamed.

“Please Idris, y/n is just fine,” I smiled and took the clothes from her arms.

“Change into this and meet at the ancestral hut in the center,” said Idris. I smiled and nodded closing the door. A day with Namor once again, was I excited? The anticipation to see him is what drew me to get ready with haste. I don’t know why but I was genuinely looking forward to his company this morning. After the whirl wind of events from yesterday; I am hoping today would be a different outcome.

I exited the hut and made my way across the winding path and bridge to the center hut. Two guards standing at the entrance as I entered; Namor seemed to be deep in thought as he painted a new figure on his wall. I stood by the door for a few moments just observing him. He had a new outfit on of the thick cotton cloth. No jewels on him except the same nose and earrings as yesterday. I then reached up to the pendant suddenly aware of the jewel we both shared. He finally turned toward me and smiled.

“Please, don’t have be the reason you stop,” I walked toward him.

“No it’s quite alright, I was just finished and needed something other than this wall to look at,” he grinned. I blushed looking down at my hands, I heard the bowl and brush be placed on the table.

“I planned on taking you to the city again today. I wanted to show you around more and the day to day lives of the Talokanian people,” He wiped his hands with a rag. He looked up at me again placing the rag on the back of the chair and caressed my cheek.

“You look beautiful this morning,” Namor then leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. I closed my eyes taking in the proximity and his warmth as he lingered. He pulled away and placed the same device from yesterday to the middle of my back activating it. The same clear jelly surrounded me and he rid himself of his cloth. In this lighting I can better admire the man I had last night; he was truly a sight.

“Careful now your drooling,” he joked. My eyes went wide and I looked away suddenly.

“Well, can you blame me?” I teased. He smiled and walked over to me again.

“I hope to have you in my bed again soon,” he whispered. All I could do was look at him and nod.

“Not a woman of much words when flustered hm?” He teased. I rolled my eyes and pushed his shoulder; in which he sarcastically held it as if in pain. A laugh emitted from me then; the might king of Talokan bringing himself down to make me feel strong.

“Come on let's get going,” I turned toward the door ahead of him heading to the pool. Namor grinned and trailed behind me and I stood at the edge looking into the dark abyss with the light green hue. He approached me on my right stretching his hand once again. I instead jumped in on my own, allowing the water to engulf me and gravity to sink me. I allowed my body to float in place until Namor jumped in causing a ripple of bubbles to flutter around me.

He took the lead again directing me where to go, my swimming still faltering compared to his. Namor slowed his pace to keep up with me and glancing back to ensure I was close. We entered the city with the same current as yesterday; I had a better time today controlling my body as we went.

“Your learning quite quickly,” he said. Namor smiled and motioned me to swim up into the cavern. There he directed me to a long beam of plants and sea fish; women and men swam around picking up objects and placing new ones. The trade within the community was fluid and everything seemed so fresh compared to the markets on the surface. Namor approached the beam picking up a shell and handing it to me.

“The sea shell, something very common and I’m sure you're accustomed too. Inside though we place pearls and quartz. This is very popular among couple gift one another in Talokan,” Namor said. I examined the shell as the jewels reflected onto my skin and looked at Namor.

“It’s beautiful,” I smiled. I went to place it back onto the table beam until Namor’s hand grabbed mine.

“No, keep it as a token,” he didn’t look at me only staring at my hands and the shell. I looked up at him and he seemed upset, he quickly turned from me letting my hands go and swam forward. I caught up to him here we saw children playing and swimming excitedly amongst each other. The same child noticed us and quickly swam toward us bowing and gesturing to Namor and I. She quickly beckoned us to follow; in which I didn’t wait for Namor.

The girl had the ball in her hand and motioned her hip and legs to me with it. She was trying to teach me the aspect of the game. She bumped it off her own toward the boy ahead he kicked it my way. I immediately put my arms up expecting to feel the force. Instead the water was the resistance and it instead floated forward. I looked as it was making its way and bumped it with my hip. It narrowly missed the hoop on the side; I beamed and turned towards the girl excitedly.

The girl giggled and began repeating the moves and adding more advanced maneuvers to the game. I forgot Namor was watching as I played with the children for a while. When I looked over I saw him some distance away arms crossed and watching with a grin. He seemed to be in a different world as he looked on; like his thoughts were elsewhere. I took the girls hands and thanked her for the game instruction and hoped to see her soon. She bowed her head and gestured to me as she did Namor.

I turned again to Namor swimming to him; I seemed to snap him back into reality as I floated before him. He again swam toward the sun of Talokan, there we watched the sun as it beamed brightly. Such a mystery how one man was able to provide such a thing to his people so below the depths. Namor approached a chair in the center; looking like a throne more so. He gazed at it and reached for my hand. He sat on the throne and pulled me to his lap; my arms wrapped around his neck as his secured my waist.

“What do you think of the city now that you’ve seen more of it?” He asks. I looked down removing my arms and played with the shell.

“It’s one of the most beautiful and magnificent things I’ve ever seen. The people here are so kind and it’s amazing what your people have been able to provide,” I looked out to the city again.

“I wish that one day, you will want to stay here,” Namor exclaimed. I turned toward him.

“I am a surface dweller Namor, I am the very thing you despise; why keep me here of all people?” I didn’t mean for my tone to be harsh. He clenched his jaw and took a deep breathe before leaning close.

“Because I was there that night; the night you cursed to the stars and the ocean. The night you wished to be whisked away from your home of loneliness and torment. That night I made the decision to take you away from all of that; to give you a new meaning to your life,” I gaped at him. Namor… heard all of that? I put my hand on my head suddenly feeling a wave of anxiety and anger come over me.

“You’ve been watching me? For how long?” I looked at him slightly angry.

“About three months before bringing you here. I was on a patrol of the coast after reports of a mechanism mining on of our resources. Upon my discovery I heard and found you; there I made sure to list twice a week. Each time seeing you reading or talking to your self like someone was listening. Each day I came to visit you made me even more sure you were the one,” he caressed my face.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I mean that you could be the missing piece to my people; to me,” he looked into my eyes. A wave of anxiety shot through me and I quickly got off his lap swimming to the edge of the throne scene. He stood then looking at me with concern; I looked at him then the shell.

“Why is this specific gift important to the Talokanian people?” I asked. Namor’s shoulder slouched slightly before swimming forward.

“Because…this is often used for proposals. Both marriage or courtship,” Namor avoided eye contact, just staring at the shell. I looked at him angry, I knew I was a fool to think this was nothing more than fleeting feelings. I shoved the shell into his chest and swam toward the exit.

“Y/n!” Namor shouted. I swam with all my might trying to quickly get away from him. The surface the real surface I had to get there. There were two currents one on the right in which we entered; I knew there that led. I turned toward the left instead and quickly went toward that current. Namor’s voice appeared more urgent in his pleas and his speed increasing. Before he could grab me I dove into the current allowing it to whisk me away.

The current was stronger and rough it jolted me around causing me to bump and flip in turn. I couldn’t get my bearings and this scared me; my anxiety flared up and as I tried to grab the walls it would rip me away. Suddenly I rounded a corner so hard I hit my back against the wall. The barrier around me flickered causing water to be trapped within. The water was freezing and my oxygen compromised. The pressure caused my ears to ring and everything sounded muffled. In a panic I curled into a ball covering my head as I hit another wall and everything went dark.

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The Sun to my Moon

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I picked up a basket full of seaweed and rope making my way over to one of the vendors. Since becoming queen the daily tasks is much more than wearing fancy jewels and clothes. Though Namor expressed many time that helping the people and working with them so closely wasn’t needed; I still felt obligated to do so. Having the ability to freely roam the city without many escorts allows me to be more personable with my people.

The woman smiled and I assisted in creating fishing nets with her. When I first did this I was horrible the knots were so intricate I failed many attempts prior. The people were patient though with my learning; they helped me every step of the way. Now I can make nets for hours and they all hold for out fishermen. There’s something fulfilling in helping the people get there resources; I feel like my position as queen has a stronger purpose.

Namor has been away on business with Wakanda; after the war we had with them we have now become allies. Now it seems Wakanda is willing to work closer than even with the Talokanian people. The thought of us after so centuries of conflict can comfortably live peacefully with one another makes me smile.

“What’s got you smiling In Reina?” The woman asked. I suddenly looked up from my handy work and became flush.

“I was thinking about how happy I am we managed to find peace with Wakanda on the surface. I was worried that after the discovery of Vibranium in the ocean and the building conflict with our neighbors would be our end,” I looked at my hands again. The woman took my hands into her own touching them to her forehead and then letting them down to the table.

“I am very proud to call you In Reina y/n,” she said. I smiled and continued my work on the netting knots. Horns of shells suddenly sounded throughout the city my king was returning. I watched as the whales soared in above; soldiers letting go and into the arms of their loved ones. I looked to the woman and she motioned me to go one. Leaving my netting I swam up to greet Namor. He came in last looking for me in the crowd; once spotting me he hurriedly swam to me hugging me causing me to fly back a bit.

“Ni Yuknaj,” Namor whispered kissing my lips. I smiled holding his face and scanning for any wounds. He took my hands kissing my knuckles and caressing my hair.

“I missed you,” I said. He smiled and took my hand leading me to the center throne room. We entered and toward a small shell coach. I sat down and watched as Namor looked out into his city.

“Helping the fishing company again?” He asked.

“How did you know?” I asked.

“Your hands are red from the rope,” he replied. I looked down at my hands seeing the tips of my fingers red. Namor then grabbed them kneeling kissing them again. The red disappearing with each kiss he placed on them; I giggled as he kissed up my wrist and arm to my lips again. Holding his face I looked into his eyes; though he smiles he seems drained.

“What is it?” He asked.

“Come here,” I patted my lap. He grinned and laid down laying his head facing me. He closed his eyes as I ran my hand through his hair and began humming one of my favorite lullabies.

“You haven’t sang to me in a few years,” he mumbled snuggling further into my thighs.

“Shh.. Just close your eyes and rest,” I whispered running my fingers over his eyes closing them. Namor taught me this lullaby when I was young it was the same one his mother would sing to him as a baby. Namor took the other hand holding it to his chest as he breathing slowed and he fell asleep. I hummed the toon until I knew he was fully asleep then took in his resting features. He truly was my moon as I was his sun. I would always be here on his darkest and brightest day as he with mine.

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