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mrs-lockley · 2 years ago

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where the spirit meets the bones

Summary: Above, a merciful Sirena roams the seas of the East. Below, a lonely king seeks retribution. Your paths cross one war-torn night when you save the life of a man from the sea with feathered wings on his ankles and ears that point to the sky. Enchanted by your siren song, the feathered serpent king becomes determined to find you, even if he must wait for half a century.

Posted on AO3 here.

Pairing: Namor (K’uk’ulkan) x Filipina (Kapampangan)!Fem!Sirena!Reader

Word Count: 6.6k

Warnings: Mentions of colonization (burning of a Spanish flag in a sea storm but nothing graphic), mentions of drowning and burning (nothing explicit), slow burn (pun not intended), mutual yearning and pining, mentions of death and the afterlife. Physical descriptions of the reader include dark hair and eyes

Tagging: @justrunamok @artsynellyyy @theatreslave @musing-magpie @lostfleurs @alathan13 @velvetmel0n @mattmurdockswife @ameliachastain

Author’s Notes: Hello my darlings! After nearly two years, I have written my first fic. Please be gentle when giving feedback and I apologize if my writing is a bit rusty. But this fic is very loosely based on the Little Mermaid with some Philippine and Maya mythology.

The reader is Filipina, but from an unidentified region from the province of Pampanga, Philippines. Kapampangan is also the reader’s first language (and my second language) and does not speak Tagalog. This is the first part of a trilogy.

Translations: Kapampangan, Yucatec Mayan, and some Tagalog is used in the fic. For smaller phrases, translations are found throughout the fic in italics. For longer sentences in Kapampangan and Yucatec Mayan, translations are found at the end of the fic (with additional author’s notes).

Namor’s monologue is in italics in respect to his language. An online translating generator was used. If there are any errors in Kapampangan and/or Yucatec Mayan, please let me know and I will correct it.

How’s one to know I’d meet you where the spirit meets the bones in a faith forgotten land?

Lubao, Pampanga, June 1827

The moon was full when you rose to the surface, the night quieter than usual. Rain clouds begin to depart as the rain lightens into a steady downpour over the calming sea. The quiet after the storm, but your burning skin and aching bones say otherwise.

On the beach, a mother cries in relief as her daughter clears the water from her lungs, her arms immediately circling around her as she thanks Apong Díos and the angels above. Beside her, the father embraces his family with a joyous shout.

You had caught the girl wandering the beach earlier that evening at the peak of the rainstorm. It was high tide then, the water lapping too close and too angry as she ran along the shore. One moment she was playing on the sand, and the next, the ocean had tried to swallow her whole.

You fought against the current in search for her, your lungs aching for air as the water screamed in defiance. Your tail cramped as you dove beneath the surface, narrowly fitting between the crevices of the sharp rocks and stones. Only slivers of moonlight guided your path through the dark stormy waters.

But you found her a moment later with her head barely above water, her arms and legs thrashing to stay afloat. Her pleas for help were drowned over the sound of the beating ocean and pouring rain, falling deaf on human ears. The girl’s panicked movements only propelled her deeper into the sea, and it was a matter of seconds before she would draw her last breath.

Softly, you began to sing to her. At the sound of your voice, the girl began to still, her movements drawing to a halt as you approached her. Her eyes fluttered shut, but her breathing slowed as her body was calmed by your song. The water around you began to bend to your will the louder you sang, enchanting the creatures and tides around you into submission.

With ease, you wrapped your arms around the child and held them in a tight embrace as you swam to the shore. Her head on your shoulder, you continued to sing softly to her to quiet her mind and relax her body.

You returned her to the surface as you gently laid her body on the sand, your hand cradling the back of her head. In the distance, the yellow lights of a nearby village hut began to flicker with shadows racing across the window. Quickly, you brushed her hair out of her face and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, your hand squeezing hers.

“Gumising na.” Wake up.

At the sound of approaching voices, you released her hand and returned to the sea.

The little girl stands and holds onto her mother’s hands as they depart from the shore, but she hesitates. You watch as she tugs on her mother’s hands and turns to her, urgently pleading for her mother to listen. The mother gazes at the sea, her expression unreadable as her eyes search for answers. The girl turns and points, but her mother shakes her head and carries her in her arms as the father shields them both from the rain, retreating into the safety of their hut.

You ignore the sharp pang splintering in your chest before you turn, floating on your back with your arms outstretched and offering yourself to the sky. Up above, the clouds continue to depart as the rain slows into a whispering shower kissing your skin.

As you bask in the moonlight, you run your fingers over the curved surface of the golden pendant resting on your chest. It was the last relic of your past life, the only physical memory of who you were before the ocean had claimed you as its own. Tonight was far different than the last night you walked on land, but it was quieter nights like these where your mind wandered into the past. One by one, it all came back to you.

A gentle mother’s touch on your hand during a monsoon. A sister braiding your hair by the window. A father teaching you how to sail. A lover sneaking a kiss between dances.

The heaviness in your chest deepens, spreading to your neck and to your eyes as they sting with tears. With pieces of your past echoing in your mind, you look up to the night sky and beg for comfort. One hundred years you have served the ocean. One hundred years you have saved your people from drowning. One hundred years of protecting the secrets of the sea.

But it has also been one hundred years of loneliness.

You were unlike the other creatures who dwelled in the sea. While the sirenas feasted on men and dragged them to their deaths, you rescued them and returned them to the shore. The kataws walked on land and were mistaken for humans as they manipulated the water to their will, while you tamed the water to save the innocent. Siyokoys devoured mortals, but you loved your people who walked on the land and found beauty in their world. While you have the sea turtles and dolphins at your side, your heart remains heavy as they whisper behind you. You were not their kind, why would the ocean choose to have mercy on you?

Gazing at the moon with the water holding you close, you stretch your hands and pray. Why did save me? Must I always bear this loneliness?

The only answer you receive is the pause of rainfall and a full moon sighing in the sky.

Mérida, Yucatán Peninsula, July 1858

By the time you open your eyes, the last of the sun’s rays had settled under the sea with the cool ocean breeze tickling your skin. The dolphin who carried you whistles softly as you wake, its tail brushing against yours as it waits for your command.

“Dakal a salamat,” you whisper. Many thanks.

With a soft smile, you affectionately run your hands over the dolphin’s back as it clicks before disappearing into the sea.

You do not know how long or far you have traveled, but as you take in your surroundings, you realize that you have wandered into foreign territory. As the sky darkens into the blues, violets, and greens of the night, the ocean welcomes you into its soft embrace. Around you, the waves fall into a steady calmness. Just as you enchant humans with your voice, this new ocean comforts you in a strange way you could not quite understand, almost as if it were welcoming you home.

For a brief moment, you allow yourself to relax in these new waters by diving into its arms. As you swim beneath the surface, you find yourself finally able to breathe for the first time. You were far from your home in the Pacific, and you were far from the angry voices of the merfolk who haunted you.

“Alang cuenta,” the sirenas sneered at you when you had rescued stray fishermen from falling into their trap. Furious at your intrusion, your sisters lunged for you and tore at your tail and skin with their webbed claws and bared teeth. You screamed for mercy as you fought back, but their teeth and nails were stronger as they dragged you deeper into the darkness of the sea.

Either out of boredom or mercy, your sisters finished their prey upon you and left you in the cold depths of the ocean where the light of the sun did not reach. Hours passed before you were able to move and swim to the coral reefs where the dolphins and sea turtles found you nursing your wounds. With your arms covered in bites and your chest and tail in cuts, you found refuge in the dolphins and allowed them to carry you far away from your tormentors.

Rising to the surface, you push your hair back and run your hands over your face, suppressing a childish giggle at the realization of your newfound freedom. For weeks you traveled with the dolphins to escape their persecution. Despite spending the past one hundred years alone, for the first time in over a century, you feel nothing but relief. You were never welcomed by the creatures of the ocean back at home. Perhaps you could find a new home here.

You pause. Around you, the ocean suddenly grows cold as ripples slowly reverberate throughout the surface of the water. A chill descends your spine as you suddenly become breathless and frozen.

On the seashore, a man slowly rises from the water, holding a scepter adorned in engravings in one hand with his back turned to you. A golden plate rests on the back of his neck with matching cuffs on his arms, wrists, and legs reflecting the glow of the rising moon. A similar belt rests on his hips and above a pair of dark green shorts, the only article of clothing he wears. In the dim light, your eyes trace the broad expanse of his shoulders and the thick muscles of his back, arms, and legs. An air of regality surrounds him as he fully emerges from the water and stands in his full form.

This man is not human, you realize as he walks along the beach, the water yielding to his presence. He is a man of the sea.

Your brows furrow in confusion as he kneels on the sand.

Wings. There were wings on his ankles.

Something inside of you whispers to swim closer to the shore. With the waves beckoning towards you, you have no choice but to obey.

Holding your breath, you submerge yourself deeper into the water and hide behind a rock to avoid being seen. On the sand, the man with the winged ankles speaks softly in a language you don’t recognize.

“Jach tak in wilech,” he whispers and lowers his head. I miss you.

His movements and words are gentle as he places a white flower on the sand, his voice soft and low as he continues to speak. Your heart pounds in realization as you watch him revere someone who could not be seen. This was a grave.

Guilt consumes you as memories of your past life flood to the surface, your pendant weighing heavily on your chest. Turning away from the shore, you close your eyes to force down the tears that threaten to spill. How silly of you to think you could run away when your family rests at home across the ocean. Here, the water belongs to another. Who were you to leave your home behind and reside in a place as sacred as this?

Wiping at your eyes, you turn back to the shore and find the man speaking to the spirits. Even in the dim moonlight, you catch a glimpse of his face, his dark eyes full of emotion and grief.

Slowly, you reach for the sampaguita flowers in your hair and cradle them in your hands. One by one, you sing quietly to yourself as you place the flowers in the water. You linger for a few moments, your fingers running over the pendant on your chest as the water guides them to the beach.

“Patawad na,” you breathe. I’m sorry.

With a final prayer, you return to the sea.

On the beach, a soft hand reaches for the jasmine flowers. Dark eyes look to the horizon in search of the one who brought them, but the only answer given were the quiet waves lapping at the shore.

Gently, the man with the winged ankles places the white flowers on the sand, creating a trail from the grave and towards the spirit’s old home before disappearing into the water.

The only evidence of his arrival is soon washed away by the rising tide of the ocean.

Philippine Sea, near Manila, August 1894

Tonight was much like the last night you walked on land.

The air was laden with tension and uncertainty. Word from the fishermen and villagers had gone around that the conquistadors were having trouble with their colonies in the West. On the surface, you often found the land-dwellers running through the shadows of the trees in the jungle. The islands seemed to hum in anticipation at the whispers of a possible revolution.

In times like these, you turned a blind eye to your sisters drowning the oppressors on the beach. But your hands weren’t clean and bloodless either. As your sisters feasted on their flesh, you were the one to sing to them, distracting them with your sweet voice and innocent smile.

(You would do it again in a heartbeat, you soon realize. With each conquistador that steps into the water, another revolutionary returns safely home.)

But tonight was different from those quiet nights of revolutionaries lurking in the shadows of the jungle. Tonight was a war.

Lightning strikes through the stormy sky and fuels the flames licking at the near abandoned trade ship drowning in the fury of the summer typhoon. The white sails darken into ash as the Spanish flags fade into dust.

Around you, your sisters call to them with outstretched arms, promising to save them from a violent death. You do not sing to invite them further in, nor do you move when your sisters feed on their flesh. You watch silently as your enemies fall and drown to their death, your skin heated by the scorching fires of their sinking ships. With memories of your last night flashing through your mind, you gaze at the burning flags in contempt. It is only fitting that the last thing they see is your face before falling to their demise.

Suddenly, one of your sisters screams and points to the sky.

Aswang!*

The sirenas shriek and recede into the water as the remaining men on deck scream in terror. Lightning illuminates the sky once more and reveals the silhouette of the figure flying in the air.

Your breath stops in your throat as you glimpse at the figure, your eyes falling to their feet.

The man with the feathered wings on his ankles.

You look up at him, your heartbeat mirroring the resounding claps of thunder. The man with the wings pays no heed to your sisters retreating into the safety of the water. Instead, his gaze is focused on the colonizers clinging onto the debris of their sinking ships.

He raises his spear and strikes.

The ocean thirsts for violence as crimson stains its waters. With each strike of lightning and roar of thunder, the further the Spanish ships sink to the bottom of the sea. Screams and gunshots plague the night as the monsoon beats its anger onto the surface world. One by one, the colonizers perish by the sea, the bloodthirst of your sisters, or the man exacting his vengeance from above.

Your eyes widen. On the deck of the last ship sailing, a colonizer opens fire and aims his weapon at the sky.

“Saguli-!” You shout. Wait!

Everything moves in slow motion. Before the trigger is pulled, bursts of red, orange, and yellow blinds your vision. Your ears ring from the explosion as your left shoulder is consumed by a sharp pain that resembles shark teeth digging into your bones.

As your vision begins to clear, the rain continues to pour. Furls of silver smoke surround you as the burning fires devour the last wooden planks of the sunken ship. Despite the rumble of thunder and cries of the sea, the night is suddenly quiet with only the low crackle of flickering flames filling the silence. Your sisters have disappeared. The colonizers have perished.

In the sky, the man from the sea burns before falling into the water.

Without hesitation, you dive into the sea to search for him with the flickers of the dying flames guiding your path underwater. In the distance, the glint of his spear reflects the light of the surface fires with its owner sinking beside him, his eyes closed and his back covered in black ash.

Ignoring the pain in your shoulder, you wrap your arms around his torso and hold him close as you swim towards the surface.

Please be alive, you pray as you break through the water, your lungs aching as you carry the man in your arms. Please.

...

The monsoon begins to falter when dusk brightens the sky. The rain slows into a steady downpour and the wind turns from a thunderous gust and into a whispering breeze. Gray storm clouds weigh heavily in the sky, but cracks of sunlight peek through the horizon.

Tears burn your eyes as your cries echo in the cove. Pain engulfs your left shoulder and your body screams in agony from fighting against the violence of the waves and the rage from the skies. With a cry of pain, you push yourself up and untangle your arms from the body of the man you rescued. The man from the sea with feathered wings on his ankles.

A gasp of relief escapes your lips the moment you feel the steady drumming of his heartbeat underneath your trembling fingertips.

“Salamat,” you breathe, a childish laugh rumbling in your chest as you wipe at your eyes. “You’re alive.”

With a gentle hand, you brush his dark hair back. The dusky rays of sunlight kiss his tanned skin, casting shadows of the planes and contours of his peppered cheeks. Drops of jade sit beneath his pointed ears and mirror the jewel on his nose. Beads of white pearls and golden rings adorn his neck. A large plate rests on his chest with two deep blue serpents meeting in the middle, a large pearl sitting in the center.

In the dim light of the early morning, you cannot help but gaze in awe at the beautiful man laying in your arms.

Who is he? You wonder as you softly trail your hand from his hair and down his arm, a frown settling on your lips at the sight of dried blood and deep bruises at his side.

You glance back at his face once more. You should be afraid of him, a stranger from a foreign land who showed no mercy to his enemies. But despite the violence of the previous night, you remember the first night you saw him on the beach in the Atlantic. You remember his dark eyes full of grief, his gentle hands cradling the flowers, and his soft voice whispering in the wind.

The man sleeping before you now was not the same man that tormented his enemies at sea, but the man you met on that summer seashore.

Gently, you lean forward to caress his cheek and sing.

“Potang paintunan mu ku, lumwal ka, talanga ka. Akit me ing bulan a masala karin mikit kata. E na ka matakut, e na ku naman migaganaka, uling balu ku balang beni mikikit ka king laman ning bulan a masala.”

As you sing the last note, the man begins to stir.

Panic floods through you as you look down to find his hand wrapped around your right wrist. His grip is firm but gentle, with the heat of his skin warm against yours.

Swallowing the ache in your chest, you lean forward to cup his face with both of your hands, your thumbs stroking his cheeks as you gently press your lips to his forehead.

“Mikit tána pasibáyo,” you whisper. We will meet again.

With one last look, you squeeze his hand and retreat into the water.

…

Whispers of a man from the sea with feathered wings on his ankles spread across the surface. From the villagers and fishermen to the convoys and rulers, people spoke of his existence in hushed tones, afraid that speaking his name would incur his wrath. Parents passed his story to their children as folklore, but those who were old enough remembered seeing him walk along the beach before his footprints were washed away by the waves of the ocean.

K’uk’ulkan, they called him. The feathered serpent god.

The King of Talokan prided himself as a benevolent ruler and a protector of his people. For three hundred years, K’uk’ulkan kept their kingdom a secret under the sea. He lived, breathed, and bled for them, enduring the pain from the surface world to protect the Talokanil from the violence of the land-dwellers. For this, K’uk’ulkan reigned as their king, their feathered serpent ruler.

While tales of the feathered serpent were considered myths to the tribes on the beach, another name was whispered across the seven seas. From the clergy and the admirals, no one dared to speak the moniker out loud.

El niño sin amor, the Spanish priests warned. The child without love.

“Namor,” his enemies gasped as they looked up at him, their eyes wide with fear.

It had been five weeks since the Spanish ships departed from the Atlantic. Five weeks before he finally found the ships that had stolen the resources from his kingdom. As the monsoonal rain raged its wrath over the blazing fires of the splintering ships on a foreign sea he was not familiar with, Namor raised his spear and struck with no mercy.

It all unraveled so fast. One moment he vanquished his enemies, and the next he was swallowed by flames.

He vaguely remembered the ocean welcoming him as he fell from the sky. In the dark stillness of the water, Namor could only watch a dark shadow pass above him. Three hundred years he served his people as their king. Three hundred years he fought, protected, and bled for his kingdom. Maybe just this once, he could overcome the trials in Metnal* and leave the crown behind.

But the gods had other plans for the King of Talokan. Behind the dark veil of his eyes, a soft voice called out to him. The voice was different from the songs of the Talokanil and sung in a language he did not recognize. Her voice was lower, deeper, but sweet and comforting.

A siren song.

With eyes as heavy as stone, Namor willed his body to move, his hands grasping at rough skin. It was a song that willed him to return to the land of the living, willing him to carry the crown and breathe.

For a brief moment, he felt the ghost of her hands stroking his face and her lips on his skin. But when he opened his eyes, he found himself alone in a cove with the monsoon slowing into a whisper.

Running a tired hand over his face, Namor sits up and breathes a deep sigh. His lungs ache from the sharp exhale as he takes in his surroundings. Straight ahead, the wide entrance of the cove welcomes the quiet low tides of the sea. Despite the storm clouds, the horizon brightened into hues of deep blues and violets with the distant call of songbirds singing in the distance.

In the calmness of dawn, the King of Talokan could still hear the soft whispers of the siren song singing to him in the cove. Like a fog, his senses were enveloped by her, his skin prickling at the memory of her touch and his ears mistaking the sound of songbirds to the likeliness of her voice.

As he stands, his eyes flicker to the reflection of the rising sun in the water, a small burst of light catching his gaze. Ignoring the pain in his back, Namor rushes to where the edge of the rock meets the sea.

His heart pounds and his head spins as he cradles the item in his hand, his breath halting in his throat.

In his hand was a golden necklace with its delicate chain torn in two, a pendant of a small flower resting in the center.

The same flower he found on the Yucatán seashore.

“Yaan in kaxtikech,” he breathes. “Ma importa u tojol.”

I will find you, no matter the cost.

Philippine Sea, December 1910

It had been sixteen years since Namor heard you last.

The skies disagreed with him when he returned to the sea where you rescued him. For several months, the monsoons raged throughout the region. Time to time, he encountered trade ships from the North, South, East, and West sailing through the merciless monsoons. Other times, he found war on the sea with different flags flying through the wind and crimson being spilt on the waters. Echoes of gunshots, fire cannons, and war cries sounded throughout the night with the tumultuous tidal waves consuming everything in its path.

With each passing ship, Namor heard the distant sound of the siren songs calling to the unsuspecting sailors and soldiers. With their heads barely above water, he watched the sirens bewitch their prey, their eyes glassy and unseeing before falling to their death. More than once, he found himself entranced by their voices. But each time his ears registered their harmonies, he turned away.

Their voices were beautiful, but they were not you. They were not his sirena.

Only you were the one to enchant the feathered serpent king.

Tonight was different from that summer night, for it was the start of the dry season. Up above, the moon glowed brightly in the night sky without a single cloud in sight. The luminous glow of the moon reflected on the surface of the water, but its reflection was distorted by the growing ripples and the quiet tide of the sea.

The air cooled his skin as Namor reached the surface, his back turned to the full moon. It was almost as if no time had passed since the last time he was in the cove. Although the tides were lower, Namor could still hear the distant melody of your song echoing throughout the cove. It was as if he were drowning in you all over again.

Sixteen years ago, he first heard your siren song. But it had been fifty-two years since he first met you.

A deep ache ate at his chest that particular night. After distracting his generals and evading their watchful eyes, Namor sought refuge on the sand. For three hundred years, he reigned as the King of Talokan. When the crown became heavy to bear, he would slip away from his advisors and find solace in visiting his mother on the surface. He carried the souls of the departed in his heart and their memories in his mind, but sometimes the water suffocated him. Nearly two centuries have passed since he last laid his mother to rest and cleaned her bones, but her memory was clear as day in his mind. He may have been born in the water, but his mother had walked on land - it was all in his blood.

“The Talokanil look to me as their King, their God. I would do anything for them,” K’uk’ulkan whispered as he gently placed the water lilies on her grave. “Just as you did everything to protect me.”

He loved his people just as they loved him. He did not regret taking the throne at a young age and the responsibility of leading and protecting them, but there was a heaviness growing deep inside his chest. An emptiness that he often ignored, but was constantly consumed by its hand.

He remembered watching her hair turn silver and the fine lines settling on her skin as he remained young. In the eyes of many, he was still a child. Yet, he carried the years inside him as centuries passed, watching the people he loved age before they breathed their last breath.

“Every day I see our people grow old, but I remain young and know one day I will mourn and miss them as much as I miss you, na’*.”

The only memories K’uk’ulkan had of his father were the stories recounted to him by his mother. When he sat on her knee, he remembered the smile on her face as she showed him the bracelet she wore on her wrist. Tracing the pearls with his fingers, he could feel his father’s love radiating from each bead. Despite their circumstances, he admired the love his father had for his mother, the same love that he carried in his veins.

“I may be King, but I stand at the throne with no one to share it with, and sleep with no one to hold at my side,” K’uk’ulkan whispered. “I am lonely, na’. So incredibly lonely.”

He wondered what it would be like to love just as his parents did. To have someone to wake up next to, and to fall asleep with every night. To hold and be held by the arms of someone who loves you.

The King of Talokan did not expect an answer, nor did he expect to see white jasmine flowers drifting towards him on the seashore.

The very same flower that rests in his hands now.

The petals are soft in his hands as he places it on the quiet whispers of water. In the beginning, Namor thought of the flowers as a strange coincidence. He knew that such flowers were native to the lands in the East, but he had seen trade ships sail across oceans and between continents. It was possible that cargo could have fallen through the cracks.

Initially, Namor tried to ignore it and stop himself from jumping to conclusions, but something foreign gripped his heart. A small glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, there was someone out there meant for him to love and be loved.

It had all come together when he found your necklace on the rocks.

For sixteen years, your siren song haunted Namor. He had met sirens and other merfolk throughout his lifetime, but there was something different about your song that called to him. Other siren songs were meant to hypnotize their prey before they drowned or were sacrificed to water deities. Their songs meant destruction to anyone who heard their voice, but your song was sweeter, more gentle. Rather than death, your song brought him back to life.

That was something he still did not understand. Why would you save him?

With the jasmine flowers as an offering, the King of Talokan begins to sing.

“X ciih x ciichpan u tz’ u likil yook kaax; tu bin u hopbal tu chumuc can caan tux cu ch’uuytal u zazicunz yookol cab tu lacal kaax chen cici u tal iik u utz’ben booc.”

As he sings, the tidal waves begin to slow into a lull. The ocean did not dare to drown his melody.

“Pitah nookeex luuz u kaxil a holex ba teneex hee cohiceex uay yokol cabile x zuhuyex x chupalelex hel u.”

The water stills on his last note, but the ocean breeze carries his lullaby throughout the cove. His heart beats heavily, his grip tightening on the necklace as he turns. Dark brown eyes flicker to every corner and crevice of the cove and his ears strain to hear any sudden sounds that could indicate your presence.

It is not often that the feathered serpent god sings. Rare and far in between, the only times he ever sang with his heart was with his mother. She taught him the songs she learned when she was a child on the surface, especially this song.

“When I was young, my friends and I would gather and sing this song to keep and bring back a lover.”

“Did it work?”

His mother smiled sweetly at him and playfully poked the tip of his nose. She could not help but laugh when he scrunched his face. “It did. This song was how I met your father. It is the reason you are here.”

He holds his breath as he waits for your arrival in the cove. With each heartbeat echoing in his ears, a heaviness begins to settle in chest. Hope turns to fear, its icy hands crawling at his skin as the waves rise with the tide.

Shadows of the waves dance across the dimly lit walls. Above, the stars whisper to the moon as the celestial beings await your arrival.

Swallowing the growing ache in his heart, Namor turns his back to the moon and starts his way towards the darkness of the cove.

A small splash disturbs the silence.

“Maryu ka man kabug ning salu mu, saingsing mu panamdaman ku.”

The King stops in his tracks.

“Balu ku, atindian ku.”

It is you. His sirena.

“Akit me ing bulan a masala, karin mikit kata.”

Like ivy growing around a stone, your song ensnares him.

“E na ka tumakut, e na ku naman migaganaka.”

Slowly, he turns around. Underneath the silver halo of the bright moon, you rise to the surface.

“Uling balu ku balang bengi mikikit kata king lalam ning bulan a masala.”

Hanging onto each word, Namor walks towards the edge, his senses enveloped by you. Your voice is soft and deep, comforting and captivating as you swim closer to meet him.

“Parati mu sa’ng tandanan, muran man atiu ya ing bulan.”

Your dark eyes meet his gaze as you look up at him. His eyes never leave yours as you sing the final note with a small smile gracing your lips. Time seems to still, his heart skipping a beat as you finally meet where the land meets the sea.

You are more beautiful than he could have imagined. White jasmine flowers adorn your dark hair like little stars shining in the night sky. In the moonlight, he catches a glimpse of your dark green tail, its scales reflecting the glow of the moon beneath the surface of the water.

His sirena, his lool.*

He finally found you.

The feathered serpent god slowly falls to his knees right in front of you, his head bowed in respect.

“Because of you, my people still have a King,” his voice is gentle as he speaks. “You saved my life, and I will forever thank you.”

He still remembers that morning when he returned to his kingdom. For almost a week, Namor had left Talokan in search of the Spanish ships across the Pacific and placed his leadership into his advisors and top generals. This was not the first time he left to protect the borders and identity of Talokan, but it was the first time he did not come back on the day he promised.

Fear flooded his mind when he fell through the sky. He was always strong enough to destroy his enemies, but he was never this defenseless when his unconscious body hit the water. Any remaining survivors could have exploited his lack of defenses, but he was stunned to wake up in a sea cove with his wounds nearly healed.

You reach for him, your gentle hands cradling his face as you silently plead for him to look at you. Almost hesitantly, he follows your command.

“Who are you?”

He has many names, but he wishes for you to call him only by one name.

“My people call me K’uk’ulkan.”

K’uk’ulkan closes his eyes and leans into your touch as your fingers delicately trace his face, your voice enchanting him once more as you repeat his name.

He remembered your palm caressing his cheek and your lips on his skin. As King of Talokan, he often hid this soft side of himself away from his people. But with you, his walls crumbled like tidal waves dissolving castles in the sand.

Pulling himself out of his trance, he opens his eyes and covers your hand with his own, his thumb lightly tracing over your knuckles.

“What is your name?”

Your voice is quiet as you speak, almost as if you are hesitant to reveal yourself.

“Y/N.”

A beautiful name for a beautiful soul.

K’uk’ulkan repeats your name as he grasps your hand and gently raises it to his lips.

For a brief moment, the King catches a flicker of sadness in your eyes, but it vanishes as you conceal it with a small smile.

Little did he know that he is the first person to call you by your real name and touch you with such care in two hundred years.

Not wanting to frighten you, K’uk’ulkan softens his voice as he speaks. “I believe I have something that belongs to you.”

Confusion passes over your face, your brows furrowed and your lips parted in a silent question.

Although he did not know the importance of your necklace, he noticed the rust and scratches that eroded at the delicate metals. The necklace was worn with love, but it was crafted by human hands and not intended to withstand the cruelty of the ocean. With care, he brought the necklace to his jewelers to restore it to its former glory with the addition of two pearls and the revived jasmine pendant in the center.

A sharp gasp escapes your lips as he presents your necklace to you, your eyes wide as they brim with tears.

“May I?” He asks quietly.

You nod and bow your head.

With soft hands, the feathered serpent god leans forward and places it over your head. Once it settles over you, you cradle the pendant and pearls in your palms in awe.

“I thought that this was gone forever,” you whisper as you look up at him, a stray tear streaming down your cheek. “Thank you for bringing it back to me.”

“Nothing is gone forever, only lost until it is found.” K’uk’ulkan cups your face gently, his warm hand brushing away the tears that had fallen down your cheeks.

His heart warms at the sound of your soft laughter and the sight of your smile. How true his words were. In the fifty-two years he had met you, he thought you were a dream, a possible figment of his imagination that his mind created to cope with the growing emptiness in his bones. But you were real. You were the one watching over him when he found the flowers on the seashore and rescued him from the scorching fires that raged across the sea. He vowed to find you, but he had gotten it wrong.

Each time, you were the one to find him.

Looking into your eyes now, he finds himself drowning in them. Dark, deep, and inviting, a silent storm brewing inside of them. The King of Talokan had seen eyes like yours before– eyes that look young, but have seen years of pain, heartbreak, loss, and grief– yet, there was a vulnerability to them. Despite the centuries you carried in your heart, he knew and understood the violence you endured to be this kind.

You thread your fingers with his, your hands locked in a delicate embrace as you begin to pull yourself away from the rocks and swim closer to the waves.

You call his name tenderly, your voice a soft plea. “K’uk’ulkan.”

With a gentle tug on his hand, the feathered serpent god descends into the water.

Come with me.

There is no song to entice him. It is only you.

Long ago, K’uk’ulkan heard tales of a red string of fate that tied two soulmates together from the Far East. Perhaps it is the red string that pulls him closer to you now as you guide him deeper into the water, your hands entwined together, your lips whispering against his and your tail curling around his legs. With your dark eyes and gentle voice, he has no choice but to follow.

Only the bright full moon bears witness to the reunion of the sirena and her feathered serpent king disappearing into the sea.

Translations

Alang cuenta (Kapampangan) - Useless, no meaning

Aswang (Tagalog) - Monster

Potang paintunan mu ku, lumwal ka, talanga ka (Kapampangan) - When you look for me, go outside, look up

Akit me ing bulan a masala karin mikit kata (Kapampangan) - We will see each other when there is a bright moon.

E na ka matakut, e na ku naman migaganaka (Kapampangan) - Do not be afraid, do not worry.

Uling balu ku balang beni mikikit ka king laman ning bulan a masala (Kapampangan) - I know one night we will meet underneath a bright moon.

Na’ (Yucatec Mayan) - Mother

Metnal (Yucatec Mayan) - The Yucatec Mayan term for the Underworld. Not to be confused with Xibalba, “the Place of Fright.”

The Flower Song (Yucatec Mayan) - 1, 2

The Flower Song is originally ancient Maya lyrical poetry from the Songs of Dzitbalche. According to John Curl, the Flower Song was a “rite” to keep a lover that was traditionally sung by a group of women–typically under the supervision of an older woman– and performed under the moonlight. Later parts of the poem mention offering plumeria flowers to create a love potion.

For the purpose of this fic, K’uk’ulkan learned the song from his mother.

X ciih x ciichpan u tz’ u likil yook kaax; tu bin u hopbal tu chumuc can caan tux cu ch’uuytal u zazicunz yookol cab tu lacal kaax chen cici u tal iik u utz’ben booc - The most alluring moon has risen over the forest; it is going to burn suspended in the center of the sky to lighten all the earth, all the woods, all the lights shining on it all.

Pitah nookeex luuz u kaxil a holex ba teneex hee cohiceex uay yokol cabile x zuhuyex x chupalelex hel u - Take off your clothes, let down your hair, become as you were when you arrived here on Earth.

Maryu ka man kabug ning salu mu, saingsing mu panamdaman ku (Kapampangan) - Your chest/heart will feel heavy when we are apart

Parati mu sa’ng tandanan, muran man atiu ya ing bulan (Kapampangan) - Do not forget that the moon will be there when it rains.

For the complete lyrics and song, please refer to the YouTube link here.

#namor x reader #namor x fem!reader #k'uk'ulkan x reader #namor x filipino!reader #namor x filipina!reader #namor x woc!reader #namor x asian!reader #namor imagine #namor x you #the amount of research i poured into this to make sure i did it right- if there are any errors please let me know #please be gentle with your feedback too #I'm sorry for using emojis but i do not know HOW to make a nice banner like some y'all between paragraphs

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bellonalabelle · 2 years ago

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You're Just a Man || Namor X Goddess!Filipino!Reader

Note: Reader shall be referred as “Purigadang pada sinaklang Bulawan” or “Bulawan” in short. SPOILER AHEAD!

Summary: The feathered serpent god faced The Goddess of Wealth and Greed's Disapproval of his way of attempting to create an alliance and declaration of war.

Warnings: Angst, Hurtful words will be exchanged, Ego and pride will be stepped on.

Below the belt comebacks.

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Revered with beauty and a face of perfection, Namor cannot help but admire how his goddess of a wife’s brows furrow as he continues to paint on the walls.

“Yet again, you are not listening to me.”

The brush halted from gliding on the smooth surface as She turned her back at him with her arms crossed.

The golden ornaments that adored her hair created a gentle sound as it followed her movements.

"In k'iino', Just this once can you not see this the way i do?”

Namor asked as he placed his paintbrush down to face his wife and Queen. He did not mean any disrespect to his wife’s opinion on capturing the princess of wakanda and the scientist.

If it be any other argument They would usually come into a compromise that leaves both parties happy.

However the safety of their underwater kingdom is at stake and he could not afford to waste time.

“You are being reckless, seeking alliance yet you sanctioned death on the scientist.”

she turned to face him

“And now you captured the crown princess, the only remaining heir of Wakanda. Do you have any idea what you just brought upon us? Our people?”

She questions as she steps closer to him, chin up as she looks at him eye to eye through her thick lashes. If he had not made her his wife, she would’ve been his greatest nemesis.

For she is the only one who dares challenge him and will win.

“I do not plan on harming the princess unless necessary. She must see what I must protect in order to form this alliance. "

he brings up his arms to cup her cheeks,

"She must see that annihilating that scientist will keep Talokan safe from the surface dwellers”

He Caressed the warm soft flesh as if speaking an unspoken apology, The Deity allows this as her piercing gaze looks up at him.

“And what if she disagrees? There is no guarantee that she will see it your way.”

Namor replied with ice in his words

“Then wakanda will be the first to fall against our war with the surface world”

Bulawan looks at him exasperated as she removes herself away from his grasp.

“You underestimate your foes, I have forgotten that you are still mortal after all."

Her words felt heavy on his heart as his expression turned cold and stoic.

“I have told you many times that your callous ways will one day prove to be ineffective, maybe that day is upon us.”

She speaks from experience, she knows that there is no changing her stubborn husband’s mind. She has seen how this kind of situation played out too many times.

Namor took offense with her words as his own brows furrowed, growing frustrated.

“My Callous ways have proven to be effective through centuries and have kept my people safe.”

His gaze cold as he looks down at her in an attempt to intimidate yet she only met his gaze.

“Since you claim you’re so much wiser, Why is your life spent all alone before our alliance?”

Silence filled the air as his words hung over them, he only realized the weight of his words when the deity's golden orbs showed hurt.

Being reminded of what she has lost Centuries ago left a bitter taste in her mouth, especially since it came from someone who she thought she could trust.

He attempted to take back his words yet it is far too late as the deity takes a step back from him.

" In yakunaj, i did not mea–"

They are interrupted by someone clearing their throat as they announce their arrival.

"K'uk'ulkan, In Reina, The princess is here"

They both face the direction of the entrance. Bulawan, no longer in the mood to argue, decided to cut the conversation short as she faced him.

"One day…you will know what I speak of, one day you might understand, One day…But that is not today because after all…"

Her gaze was stern as she spoke

"You're just a Man."

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#namor x reader #namor x filipino!reader #namor imagine #king namor #namor fanfiction #k'uk'ulkan #wakanda forever #king of talokan #goddess reader #filipino reader

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nellycanwrite · 2 years ago

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Imagine Namor and Filipino!Diwata!Reader in pre-colonial Philippines with a hint of Ibong Adarna (Adarna Bird)

Context for my non Filipino readers: a Diwata is a mythical being in Filipino folklore; often described as a lesser god, a nature spirit or a fairy. They guard natural features, most usually forests.

Ibong Adarna is a Filipino epic that tells the tale of an ailing king who sent his three sons to capture a magical bird that can cure any illness with its song. The king declared that whoever captures the bird will inherit the throne.

Namor has heard stories of a magical bird that can heal any sort of ailments with its song. His mother would also tell him this tale when he was still a child. He has searched far and wide through the years after his mother's passing, hoping to bring back this mythical creature for his people—so they will never experience any sort of illness as long as he has possession of the bird.

Namor would land on an island in the Pacific, untouched by the hands of the conquistadors that have started to scour through the lands and enslaved the natives. They were scared of this island, he had heard, for there was a greater being that guarded it. A Diwata, the natives called you. A fairy, an enchantress, guardian spirit of the island.

He would hear the most beautiful voice when he passed through this island, paired with the chirping of the most exquisite bird he had ever seen. Its feathers sparkled under the bright sun, the colors reminiscent to a rainbow during a summer shower.

Then he will see you—the most gorgeous thing he would lay his eyes upon. Your legs dangled by the precipice, fauna growing by your waist as you sang the hymns of nature in your mother tongue. Other animals would gather around you as well, tiny deer mice, the occasional mischievous monkey, a flock of sparrows, and any other land dwelling creature that would so hear you and rest by the cliff side near the sea.

Most notably, though, was the mythical bird perched by your side, preening its feathers whilst you sang. It would chirp occasionally in response to you. He could already feel his tired wings relax with its song.

Imagine him approaching you ever so slowly, his wings bringing him up to level himself in front of you.

But you would stare at him quizzically, cocking your head to the side.

You would glance at the Ibong Adarna by your side, its mystical eyes also staring at this strange man. It would then continue to preen its feathers, but the song that it once sung now silent.

You would blink and stare at the man again, only this time you were more wary.

Before Namor could say anything, a strong gush of wind would temporarily blind him. When he opened his eyes again, you nor the Ibong Adarna could be seen. The animals would retreat back and leave him alone by the cliffside.

He thought you were a figment his imagination. But a rainbow feather from the mythical bird was enough evidence for him that he had seen you; that you were real.

And he would come again and again just to see you; for the sea longs for the songs of the land and dreams to finally touch his waters to your roots.

And thus the story of how the sea fell in love with the land began.

#SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP #SHOULD I MAKE THIS A FIC OR SHOULD IT JUST REMAIN AN IMAGINE #EEEEEEEEEE #anyways #namor x reader #namor x diwata!filipina!reader #namor x filipina!reader #namor #namor x filipino reader #namor x filipino!reader #namor x poc!reader #k'uk'ulkan #k'uk'ulkan x reader #namor fanfiction

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rokuhoku · 2 years ago

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a piece of your history.

Pairing: Namor x Filipino!Reader

Rating: Mature, Comedy (No smut but there is tension)

Summary: It hurts to not be able to properly recreate your traditional pre-colonial Filipino clothing, and Namor takes notice of this feeling of yours.

Word Count: 2,578

Content Warning: Mentions of colonialization

Disclaimer: Namor is kind of cold and dark towards reader!! Idk if its ooc but i would imagine that he would generally be apprehensive towards a surface dweller. you have been warned

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Reminder: This fic is part of a Namor x Filipino!Reader miniseries, but can be read on its own! Miniseries fic(s):

a piece of your history. / "beloved."

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“Do you like it?”

You asked, grinning, slightly turning yourself around in order to fully show off your work proudly.

Namor hummed, sitting in the water by the shore of the beach. He was always like this, meeting up with you now and again.

“Is this the wear of your people?” He asked. You grinned and nodded, letting out small chuckles while fiddling with the fabric between your fingers. You had always wanted to make the Pre-Colonial traditional clothing of your Filipino ancestors, it was the closest thing you had of home as of now.

The process was tedious, you admit that. So little resources or references online on how your specific region’s clothing looked– much less how it was made, due to how much the Spaniards burned and banned, but you had still managed to gather enough to make one as accurately as possible.

“It’s… beautiful.” He simply says, eyeing up the clothes and how it wrapped around your body, causing you to tear your eyes away from him in fear of showing how his compliment affected you in such a way.

“Why have your people stopped wearing this? Are they not your traditional wear?” Namor asked, remembering the photos of your family that you had shown him. They were wearing what you had called a “baro’t saya” and “barong” for the celebration of “Buwan ng Wika” as he recalled it.

“It’s gorgeous, and made by the hands of your people instead of the colonizers.” He continued, “It escapes me on why your people have abandoned wearing your traditional garbs, instead choosing to wear what they gave you.” This statement slightly irked you, causing you to deadpan at him.

“Dude, we were enslaved and tortured by them for more than 300 years.” You crossed your arms. “Do you think we abandoned it willingly?” You were met with silence, and for once, Namor was the one who was left speechless by bluntness.

“... Right. My apologies.” Was all Namor could reply, causing you to let out a small laugh, shaking your head. It’s not often you’re the one leaving him silent, with him often bashing “surface dwellers”, causing you to regularly remind him that you yourself are a surface dweller.

Namor never had a proper reply for that.

However, even if you were happy with your work, you still frowned and sighed. You dragged your fingers along the cloth, wistfully looking at its patterns. Namor’s eyes followed the way your face curled up to a grimace, causing him to frown even more (if that was even possible) in confusion.

“It’s not much, though. The fabric’s sorta cheap ‘cause it was the only one I could find that had this specific pattern. I had to pick between comfortability or accuracy.” You sulked, sitting down on the dry sand close to him. You hugged your knees close to your chest, already itchy from the scratchy inside of the fabric.

“I chose accuracy, of course… for them.” You vaguely finished, slightly bitter on how hard it was to make your country’s real traditional clothing in an authentic way. You palmed the sand, looking for your bag before taking out your trusty cellphone.

Ah, surface dwellers and their hand-held yet fragile technologies… Namor thought as you typed and scrolled away at your phone.

“I mean, look at this!” You held your phone out, showing what appeared to be a real life replica of your garbs, just made in a better way. Namor narrowed his eyes in confusion.

“So your people still make this?”

“Well technically yes, but no? God, I wish, though. This is just a historical costume for entertainment…” You replied, huffing.

“Tangina talaga ng Espanya…” You grumbled under your breath. Namor chuckled at you, as he had heard you swear in your mother tongue (he was sure it was a swear– it was literally the first word you had taught him) at one of your country’s past colonizers.

“Jay, ba'ax jaaj le je'elo'...” He replied, agreeing, though this did cause your face to slightly feel warmer. You would never admit it to his face, but him speaking his native language was kinda hot.

You let out a small chuckle, before wistfully sighing and looking at the sky.

“You know… I’m kinda jealous of you and your people of Talokan.” Namor rose an eyebrow at you, his head turning to look at you. You put your hands up in mock defense, clearly meaning well.

“I don’t mean it in a bad way! And yeah, you guys have faced struggles with water pollution, junk and also colonizer stuff… It’s just… y’know…” You trailed off, suddenly feeling bashful. Namor’s gaze softened, as he nodded to indicate that you continue. You breathed in deeply.

“Well, I mean, you guys got to keep your culture intact, no outside forces ripping it away from you.” You mumbled, picking at the sand that got between your nails.

“No forgotten gods… no forgotten stories… no forgotten practices.” You longingly looked at the sea.

You snorted, though. “Even if they tried, you could still put up a fight and protect it.” You smiled at him, causing him to avert his gaze and look back at the ocean.

“I just… I just wish I could salvage at least a small part of it.” You finished, already feeling your throat close up and tears form in your eyes. God, why did you have to be so emotional? Putangina naman…

For a beat or two, Namor stayed quiet. You already felt dread setting in your stomach, oh god. What if he had another diva moment and dove back in the water? Before you could panic even more, you heard the water move, as water droplets seem to fall from sky and onto you. You looked up in confusion, squinting your eyes at Namor, who had stood up from his place to sit closer to you.

“... May I see more of these garbs?”

Your frown was replaced with a smile, as you swallowed back the lump and blinked away the oncoming tears. “Sure! I have so many saved and printed– it’s important to have references before crafting, after all!”

Your signature grin was back as you happily took out what looked to be a plastic bag containing pictures that looked similar to your clothes. You happily explained away, showing him more and more photos– though he did notice that you had backed up a bit when he came a bit too close to your personal space.

He followed along as you showed more and more photos– along with more pictures of Pre-Colonial jewelry that you wanted to replicate yourself. He noticed the way you would stop and longingly gaze at them, before continuing on with explaining.

Namor watched the way your eyes would brighten as you talked more and more about your history, before they would dim as you brought up on why it was not used by your people in the modern day anymore.

“... And yeah, that’s pretty much what my own region wears! Though, it does get a bit tricky to see if it really is my region per say,” Namor looked at you, a bit confused but waiting for you to continue. Your smile grew wider.

“All regions basically have a lot of similarities and differences! So sometimes it gets a bit confusing.” You rambled, before noticing yourself and getting a bit embarrassed. Namor softly smiled at you.

“This just shows how rich the cultures of your people are, in etail.”

You blinked before letting out a joyous laugh, surprised that Namor of all people complimented you! (Well, to be more precise, your heritage). You were about to reply before your eyes caught sight of the time on your phone. “Ay gago! Ang late na pala! I still have to call my parents!” You put on your coat over your work, before shoving your phone back in your bag.

Before you could properly stand up, a hand on your wrist stopped you. Your brain loaded for a few seconds, your eyes following the hand and how it trailed back to Namor. “Come back here in two days time.” He asked (more of demanded).

You gawked at him, this was the first time he ever confirmed that you were going to see him! Most of the time, he simply came and went as he pleased. The look in his eyes already made it impossible to say no, so of course refusing him was not an option.

“I-I…” You stammered, meeting his eyes that had so much emotion in them. You gulped. “Okay! See you in… two days, dude!” You quickly went on your way home.

Namor nodded at you, before he caught sight of the familiar plastic ziplock you had left behind. Before he could call out to you, you were already too far away, and if he were to approach you someone would surely see him.

Namor watched your back fade from the distance, already confirming the idea forming in his head. He nodded to himself, before grabbing the ziplock bag and diving back into the sea, making sure to not let anything get wet.

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You practically ran towards the beach as you grinned, excited that your.. Friend(?) or Frenemy(?) personally requested your presence. You cleared your throat and attempted to act cool, though severely failing, before sitting down by the drier parts of the sand, admiring how beautiful the waves looked.

A few moments later, a familiar head peeped out from the water, causing you to laugh and wave at him. Namor uncharacteristically bore a grin at you, continuing to get out of water, the droplets from his hair magically disappearing with each step.

“I have a surprise for you.” was the first thing he said as he offered you a hand in getting up. You nodded, though a bit confused now.

In his hands, you had finally taken notice of a makeshift waterproof bag tied by a drawstring along with a familiar plastic ziplock of papers. “Ay, onga pala! I accidentally left my papers…” You exclaimed, surprised that he kept them in such good condition.

Namor gingerly handed you the drawstring bag first, urging you to open it. “Please, have a look inside.” You hesitantly took it in your hands, noting the way the fabric practically had gold woven into it.

What you saw took your breath away,

it was Pre-Colonial indigenous Filipino clothes.

You ran a hand through them, the fabric being silky yet cool to the touch. Just as how Filipino clothes were theorized to be. Somehow, Namor had found a way to wove it with gold, just as what your research had said. You felt tears well up in the corner of your eyes, it felt like a piece of history was being given back to you.

“Well? What are you waiting for?” Namor’s voice snapped you out of your stupor. You looked back at him, open-mouthed and too shocked to reply. He chuckled at you. “Try it on, in etail.”

Namor politely turned around, silently trying to hide and bury the way he felt when he heard fabric shifting and the likely assumption of you undressing.

Your breath hitched as the feeling of the fabric against your skin was a comfortable one. It was perfectly tailored and made for you, as if someone had memorized every inch of your body down to the smallest details, the robes fitting like a glove on your body.

“You can look now…” You managed to practically croak out, forever feeling thankful at such a kind gesture from no one other than Namor himself.

The moment Namor turned around, he swore that he felt slightly lightheaded from how you managed to take his breath away with just your look. You looked like you were in your natural element, your most natural state.

It almost felt as if this was how you were supposed to be.

The way the gold-woven fabric hung off your own copper skin had him thinking of thoughts he swore he would never have of surface-dwellers, and perhaps the most euphoric feeling was seeing the look on your face; the genuine joy and happiness.

But wait, something was missing.

He narrowed his eyes at you before rummaging through the bag he carried with him. Namor gently brought out familiar looking jewelry, though with its own twist.

“These… are also for you.”

Namor took your hand and placed it in his, slipping on a rather detailed and delicately made golden ring. He took both of your wrists and placed on them gold bracelets adorned with what appeared to be a jade material.

All the while, he made direct eye contact with you. You practically shook under his gaze, deeming it to be too intimate.

Before you could process anything more, you felt the heat of Namor’s body behind your back, as you heard gold clinking together. His hot breath fanned on the back of your neck, as the heat in your ears never seemed to go away.

You felt a heavy weighted necklace be placed onto your collarbone, before a click behind you was resounded. Namor’s hands lingered for a split second on the nape of your neck, before he practically ripped himself away and stood back, afraid of his own actions.

Your breath left your body for what felt like the nth time in the past 30 minutes, as you took the necklace between your fingers and observed the intricate designs of gold and jade beautifully fused together.

All of this jewelry should have felt heavy, but to you they felt as if they were perfectly crafted and made for you and your people. It was as if these were all made with heavy and careful detail, making sure that they perfectly aligned with your own practices but still with its own twist and charm from the gifter.

You could never take back what the Spaniards have taken from your country, but it felt like a lost piece of your own heritage was being directly gifted to you, you could practically feel the pride of your ancestors. This was all so overwhelming.

“K'uk'ulkan…”

Namor suppressed the heat he felt as his natural name rolled off your tongue in such a breathless manner.

Now, it was your turn to surprise as he did not anticipate that you would tackle him in a hug. You buried your face in his neck, not scared anymore of what he’d do. Namor’s own hands hesitantly placed themselves on your backside, before they tightened around you.

“Salamat… Salamat talaga, K'uk'ulkan…” Namor felt hot wet tears drip onto his shoulder.

He hugged back even tighter.

“Mixba’al, in etail.”

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BONUS:

“Okay, now ‘putangina mo’ means I like you.” You said to Namor, though the way you tried to (and failed) to hold back your laughter made him doubt that that was the meaning of the phrase.

“Is it really now?” You laughed, nodding profusely. “Hell yeah it is! We Pinoys use it all the time to compliment each other! Like, ‘putangina mo tol, ang guwapo mo nakakabakla ka na!’ ”

“ ‘Nakakabakla’?” Namor narrowed his eyes at you. Were you just messing with him? You laughed even more, clutching your sides by how much it hurt.

“Gaga, uto-uto ka talaga.”

Namor had a deep feeling in his stomach that you were insulting him (he was right) so he stood up and sighed, walking back towards the sea.

“What the-! Hey! Where are you going?!”

“K'a' ak'ate.”

“Aw c’mon K'uk'ulkan! Can’t you take a joke?!”

He was already gone by the time you had said that.

#namor x reader #namor x you #namor x y/n #namor x filipino!reader #filipino!reader #namor imagine #namor one shot #namor x pinoy!reader #pinoy!reader #mcu x reader #namor of talokan #mcu x filipino!reader #mcu fic #namor fluff #namor x filipino reader #k'uk'ulkan x reader #k'uk'ulkan

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voidgenesis · 2 years ago

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I may or may not be writing a Namor x Filipina oc/reader who is revered as the reincarnation & avatar of the Tagalog-Visayan sea goddess Amansinaya because of her mutant water based abilities (basically how K'uk'ulkan is to the people of Talokan)

She's born during the early days of the Spanish colonization as a child of a babaylan who refused to abandoned their traditional faith & practices. Along with other surviving shamans they prayed to the heavens for salvation from the colonizers.

So when the reader's abilities as mutant came out in her puberty they saw her as a saviour sent by the gods.

👀 my filo namor enjoyers what do we think...

#im very conflicted whether to write this on 2nd or 3rd pov #i had this idea since i saw bp2 but didn't push it #then i saw multiple namor x filo reader works here and it encouraged me to work on this 🥺🥺🥺#namor x reader #namor x fem!reader #namor x you #namor x filipino!reader #namor x filo!reader #namor x oc #namor x original character #k'uk'ulkan x reader #namor x poc!reader #namor x asian!reader

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stuckybarton · 2 years ago

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Heads Under Water X

Summary: You finally dive right in. Character: K'uk'ulkan/Namor x Atlantean Descendant! Filipino! Female Reader. Word Count: 2,147 Chapter Warnings: None.

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Part X

In and out of sleep, the one thing that somehow overwhelmed you was the burning pain in your chest. A part of you knew it was from inhaling a good amount of water in your attempt of saving Shuri. You refused to get out of bed, never remembering how one minute you were in K'uk'ulkan’s lap, another minute you had bandages around your wounds and one of the servants was asking if you want food.

You were slowly beginning to feel the burning in your chest spread, moving up towards your neck. You said nothing even as another one of the servants had come to check up on you. The tightening ache against your neck and air way and every breath you take was like breathing fire.

You closed your eyes hoping this was all in your mind and you were simply living in the consequence of your actions but it didn’t feel like it even for a second. It felt too real. Even with the shivers running through your entire body, the sweat now painted your entire body, sweat beading through your forehead and the clammy sensation that just would let up no matter how much you tried to wipe away the droplets.

“Eat.”

Turning towards the owner of the voice, the sight of Namora was the last person you genuinely wanted to see right now in your state. You couldn’t say no to her. Back when you were in the lab, if it wasn’t Shuri, it was her that constantly badgered you to eat something before you continued on with work.

Looking towards the tray she was holding, you had noticed a few array of fishes, grilled from the scent of charcoal wafted with the dish. Your stomach betrayed you long before you could refuse the meal yet again. Namora had sat herself besides you on the bed, tray now expectedly waiting on her lap for you to take.

“I’m not leaving until you are fed, the King’s orders.”

You nodded embarrassed to be once again attended by the King like the first time. You sat up and a ghost of a smile now played on the Talokanil’s face because of it. Taking one of the fishes, you took a small bit to satisfy your stomach and the expectant woman watching you like a hawk.

“Who attacked you back then?” You inquired wanting to fill the room with anything else but silence.

“We are still learning of their identities.” She spoke not truly giving you a proper answer. “But they are not from Talokan as we have once feared.”

You nodded, at least it wasn’t someone from his own people, it was harder to find a traitor than deal with an enemy out in the open. You had your own fair share of betrayal some even out in the open and it was a much bitter pill to swallow than anything else.

“I thought you were the only race of humans to breathe underwater.”

“We have thought the same until now.” She continued urging you to eat the second fish. “What you have done to save the Princess was utterly idiotic.” She pointed out making you choke on the fish mid-swallow.

She was right, you were idiotic but you would not change anything about that decision of yours if you had the opportunity to turn back time. Every single day of your life you would do the same thing if it means saving someone whose life could have a bigger impact on the world compared to you.

“I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”

“You are the most idiotic genius of the surface that I know off.” She scoffed.

You could only smile and somewhat agreeing her in the statement, not truly being offended by it the slightest.

“I’m sure you would do the same for the people that mean so much to you.”

“I would—in a heartbeat too.” She agreed.

“Are there any damages to the structures?” You continued on with your line of question now. Already on your third fish, the conversation somehow fueling you to continue on with eating now.

“Surprisingly, your machine is in one piece still and the structure is stronger than ever.” She continued.

You nodded.

“I think if there are any other damages, we can do a quick fix with the machine once I get back to the lab.” You explained already thinking of all the necessary resources you would need to make for the fixes to be done.

“Even in your state you are still thinking about work, just idiotic.” She snorts and you couldn’t help but pout but continue on with the remaining fish.

“A stubborn idiot that likes to get things done even if it means getting myself killed in the process.” You pointed out before your thoughts brought you back to your time in the water how it was Namora that had saved you from your impending death and the aftermath of you being here—wherever this place was. “Thank you for saving me, and for dealing with me since I got here.”

“I’ve dealt with more stubborn people in my lifetime.” She pointed out finally standing back up with your now empty tray. “We all pick and choose the people we want to mean something in our life.”

You smiled at her words. Who would have ever thought you’d get this side of the Talokanil.

“Now rest. You need all the rest you could get if you plan on getting back to the surface.”

You blinked before coming to realize the reality of your situation.

“How long have I been here?”

K'uk'ulkan couldn’t help but smile at such the innocent question that escaped your lips the moment he had stepped into the room to where you were now standing and walking around. Bored out of your mind from the looks of it.

“Do you want the honest answer?” He inquired.

“Yes, please.” You nodded now walking towards the bed, plopping down with a gentle bounce.

“Five days.” He answered.

Five days of having his people keeping an eye on you as you were in and out of your nightmare state.

It has only been a few hours and the progress that Namora had caused was enough to reassure him that you were in the steady rise of finally getting better before he has to deal with bringing you back into the surface and back to the hands of Wakanda—much to his honest dismay.

“When can I go back?” You inquired patting the space on bed for him.

K’uk’ulkan couldn’t help but smile, your curiosity somehow always gets the better of you and here you removing the shyness he had somehow been so found of since meeting you. Without another word, he sat beside you, hand urging your head to rest onto his shoulder.

“It is up to you, In Yakunaj.” He answered.

“How will I go back to the surface—without the suit?” You asked again.

“We have suits to your disposal, it is up to you when you would go up to the surface world.”

He heard you sigh and move a little closer to him now. Your smaller frame and warmth sent a momentary shiver through his spine. It also brought the urge for him to protect you, you couldn’t do it to yourself as you’ve thrown yourself at the hands of death without hesitation once.

“I don’t think I can.” You whispered.

“Then you will stay here in my chambers until then. Is that what you want?” He inquired.

“No. I need to go back to the surface, Shuri promised me that she’ll help me fly back home to my mother after this was done.” You answered turning to look at him now, cheek still resting on his shoulder. “It’s so hard for me to even look at the waters again after what happened. But I want to see my Mama too.”

“Then face your fears.”

He could see you physically flinch at his words as you pulled away. A frown now resting on his lips at the sight of it. The guilt of his insensitive words now washing against his chest—but he was just being practical with his statement now.

“What is your family and life like in the surface world?” He finds himself asking instead hoping to bring you back.

“It’s just me and my Mama and my Papa—my step-father. I never met my real father, but they made me understand early on that Papa isn’t my real father. They thought early on that it was better for the truth to come from them than from someone else. But they loved me so much even with the fact, they worked hard to let me be what I am today. Mama was a Market vendor and Papa was a fisherman, every morning I would watch Papa come back to the shores with an array of different fishes, he would always make me choose one fish for us and the rest would be given to my Mama to sell.” You smiled telling your story. “Mama and Papa loved the waters, I once did too. After I drowned as a kid, I had wanted to make it my mission to never stay in by the waters again to avoid the same thing from happening again.”

He had watched you as you felt into a momentary silence before you continued on.

“I know I broke my parents’ heart when I said I was moving to the city for college, they made it work. They made sure that I’ve got everything I could ever need to make sure I excel. They even forbid me from working part time while I was studying.” You chuckled.

“I still did without telling them, I worked my way through college, monetizing the help I’d give my classmates so I have the allowance to keep me through the god-awful expenses of the city. All the materials I constantly needed for were paid by my classmates and I never told them about those expenses since I know they’d work twice as hard just to afford it.”

“I promised myself the moment I graduated and gotten my first job as a teaching assistant at the same college I studied at, I’ll give my salary to my parents. I don’t want them to work as hard as they did when I was growing up. Every week I would have my friend drive my parents out to the city to buy them anything they might want even if it means I get to eat noodles for the rest of the week, it was all so worth it for them.”

“Then I did something stupid when I got promoted as a Professor. I reversed engineered one of Tony Stark’s suits and showed my class how they could make their own suit with materials they could get from a junkshop. That was how my now-boss discovered me. Gave me an offer that I know would give my parents the life they deserved. One minute I was slaving away grading papers then another I was flying on a private jet to New York with a salary that I know damn well would finally allow my parents to retire on a more permanent basis.”

You stared at him now, head resting back onto his shoulder and his hand now wrapped around you in hope of making you stay in your place. Close to him.

“A few years later, a few bumps in the road, and a whole lot of hearings than I could even count, Shuri had asked my boss if I could come for a visit, and here I am.”

Maybe it was fate, maybe it was cruel world that they all lived in but still here you were. A woman that feared the waters and did everything in your power to avoid it was now in this cove. With the only passage to bring you back to the surface world being the only hindrance stopping you from leaving.

“Use your family as your strength.” He cupped your cheeks. It shakes him to the core the way your eyes twinkled in the darken chambers he found solace in. “Whatever it takes, if you want to see them, you need to face your fears if you want to swim back to the surface.”

It genuinely breaks his heart to see the tears forming your eyes. How he wiped them away before they could even fall. A part of him wanted to kiss the tears away, but he was scared you would pull away if he did so.

“I don’t know how to.”

“I am here to help you. Just as you have helped my people.”

It took you a moment of staring at him, how your hand now held onto his own against your cheeks before you finally nodded.

“Okay.”

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Heads Under Water XII

Summary: When he doesn't even know who he could trust anymore. Character: K'uk'ulkan/Namor x Atlantean Descendant! Filipino! Female Reader. Word Count: 1,915 Chapter Warnings: Drowning. Mention of Vomiting. Namor is an asshole here.

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Part XII

“At least the bandage are coming off.” You couldn’t help but smile as Namora was kind enough to help you out with removing said bandages. “But that means I have to show more skin now.” You joked earning a chuckle from the warrior at your expense.

“Your clothes—or what is left of it is ready for you to use should you decide to use it.” She points out, gently cutting through the bandages on your side. “But I think it is best for you to remain in this attire for the time being.”

In the silence, the sound of the blade tearing through the bandage was the only thing you could hear through the sound of splashing waters, your eyes looking anywhere else but Namora’s handy work. Instead your eyes fell back towards the murals on the wall. Memories of the instances where you would watch K'uk'ulkan paint and how you would playful ask if he would want to be a painter in his next life to which he would simply shrug and present a coy smile without confirming.

“I have heard from K'uk'ulkan that you plan to stay?” She inquired breaking you from your thoughts.

“Not on a permanent basis.” You confirmed. “I still have my obligations with Princess Shuri, but if he would need me here in Talokan for anything your people would need my expertise with.”

“Have you faced your fears of the water then?” She inquired.

“I can manage now.” You admit almost too proudly by something so simple.

But it had meant so much to you in the moment. How K'uk'ulkan had helped you in facing the fear you had dealt with for your entire life at this point. If any other circumstance you would have refused his offer of help, of even staying here in Talokan, but he helped you more than you could ever thank him for.

“You are special to him…” Namora pointed out and the proverbial blush was immediately painting your cheeks at such insight from the woman. “Broke his own rules for you.”

“I’m no one special.” You brushed off turning upon realizing the last of the bandage was removed and the biggest smile was on your face seeing now visible scarring from your wounds. “Thank you for patching me up so well, Namora.”

“It is nothing.” She brushed off standing up from the bed. “Now, the suit you have requested will be brought in the morning, before you return back to Wakanda, it would make me happy if you would visit Talokan and see everything that I pride my land has to offer.”

You smiled nodding almost ecstatic of the possibility. Initially, you had been hesitant about seeing their kingdom out of your own fear of the water, but now that it was no longer a hindrance, the curiosity now settled through you and you would want nothing more than to go and see Talokan for all of its beauty as Namora and K'uk'ulkan would constantly tell you.

Before long, the familiar sound of the disturbed waters had sounded and you turned to see the man himself in his full glory. K'uk'ulkan. But in this very moment, you were not welcomed with the familiar smile nor the familiar warmth as he held you by the arm—more painful than you would believe he would hold you so.

“What are you doing?” You questioned pulling away from his hold but he was too strong for you.

“Do. Not. Lie. To. Me!” He spat pulling you towards the water and the panic set before you could understand what was going on.

The question that escaped Namora’s lips were left in deaf ears as you were dragged to the waters—the deeper parts of it. All the panic was now settling in your system at what the man was about to do.

“K'uk'ulkan what are you doing?” You questioned trying your best to get away from his hold.

“You will answer my question and if you lie, I will be the one to drown you myself.” He threatened, ice cold was his gaze at you.

“I will, just please let go. You’re hurting me.” You attempted to escape his hold but it was inevitable. “Please, stop.” You continue to plead as he now stood you by the edge of the water.

“Who are you?” He questioned.

“What are you talking about?” You screamed at him, fear no longer giving you any rational thought but to escape from his hold.

“Are you one of them? Are you the one who attacked my people?” He screamed into your face.

“No! Why would I even do that?” You spat at him.

Before you could hear a proper answer from the man, in the blink of an eye you were thrown into the water and everything you have learned from the man had faded away as the panic and fear had consumed your entire being. You struggled to swim up, to find the control to swim, to even float. The air was replaced with water and you felt the all too familiar sting in your lungs.

The scream escaped and you struggled for your life and the man you had trusted to help you in facing your fears stood by the edge, watching you unmoved and unfazed by the sight of you drowning all over again.

This was it, this was how you would die. At the hands of the man you were not supposed to trust. By all the warnings Shuri had once given you of the man, of all the cruel things he had done for the sake of his goal. You will die at the hands of a man you had slowly but pathetically fallen in love with.

“Mama, I don’t want to die.” You found yourself sobbing. “Please Mama, I don’t want to die like this.”

At the change of his expression, it was Namora that quickly dived into the water to save you. Holding you up and back up onto the dry floor. You shivered, taking as much air as your lungs could consume before the vomit began. Everything you have eaten and of the water you had breathed and consumed was expelled for both of them to see.

A pathetic sight to see.

You struggled to stand, to get as far away from the man as possible, but your legs were giving out and it was your arms holding you up from face planting the floor as you continued to puke out the water. The cough began burning your chest so painfully you felt you were truly dying in this moment.

You heard the screams between Namora and the man, but you ignored them, trying your best to regain your breathing and your own sanity at this point. When you felt everything clear up, the sobs continue and the shivering was what came after, the betrayal and the realization that you needed to leave this place once and for all. To get away from the man for what he has put you through.

Blurry eyes finally rose to see Namora shoving K'uk'ulkan away, her spear was now pointed at the man. You know the punishment that would come for Namora for her actions but you could do nothing at this point, out of fear of being placed upon the same predicament all over again.

K'uk'ulkan simply stared at you at this point and the single tear had fallen from his eyes before he had retreated back to the waters.

“I’m sorry.” Namora had slowly approached you, you accepted her hug as it was something you needed right now. “I don’t know what had gotten into him.”

“Please…” You whispered. “Please bring the suit as soon as possible and help me go back to Wakanda before he comes back.” You pleaded.

You no longer felt safe within his chambers. What would stop him from doing the same thing when you were all on your own? The thought only brought the fear to consume you even further at such a possibility.

He should have felt nothing. He was simply doing what was best for his people. If it meant killing anyone along the way he should never hesitate. But he did, as he sat on his throne after his own blood had pointed her weapon at him, the doubt slowly washed over him. The guilt come following after like a hit to the stomach.

He would never be able to sleep at night seeing the heartbreak so evident in your features for what he has done. It had been hours now since he had thrown you onto the very same water he had once warned you not to go with how deep the waters were at that area. But still it felt like he was still in the moment, of his body and his heart fighting to come for you and to save you from the predicament he had placed upon you.

‘Mama, I don’t want to die.’

Those words would haunt him forever. Like a dagger repeatedly stabbing against his heart. It was the same, to place someone he was slowly but surely placing up on a pedestal for.

“In ajawo',”

He broke from his despair at the sight of Namora. He was prepared for what she was about to say. Prepared to forgive her for her actions against him as they were without malice on her part.

"Bix u beel leti'? (How is she?)" He could not help but ask. His heart winning over anything else at this point.

"Leti' ts'o'ok partido suut le superficie (She has departed back to the surface world)." She announced.

His heart dropped.

"Ma' a ordené ti' le dejaras bin (I did not order you to let her leave)." He growled.

“Ka ma' in ordenaste le xu'ulbes je'elel (And you did not order for me to let her stay)." She quipped unfazed by the anger slowly coming.

He was left silent. His people, they were not ordered to do anything rash as he had done and you were free to leave if you so choose to, if you were to be ready to leave. So you did, but at the cause of his actions against you. He was too late, too late to even try to fix things.

"Leti' ts'o'ok confiado ti' teech, ba'ale' elegiste jaatik le ka' tuláakal le progreso u ts'o'ok u meentik tak u llegada. (She has trusted you, but you chose to break her after all the progress she has made since her arrival)."

She was right. No one else was to blame but him.

"Yéetel máax yaan leti'? (Who is she with?)" He slowly resigned to the choices he has made.

"Ma' u confiar ti' mixmáak asab u tu Attuma utia'al u taasik le u paache' ti' le yóok'ol kaaba' le superficie u kin tuukul segura. (I could trust no one else but Attuma to bring her back to the surface world safetly)."

All he could do was nod. Accepting that this would be the last time that he would ever see you again. He no longer had the galls to face you for what he had done. But it was the guilt that now rests upon his shoulders for as long as he was alive.

"Bejla'e', wáaj in dirás Ba'axten ta meentaj ti' le ba'ala'? (Now, will you tell me why you had done this to her?)" She had demanded and he knew he had no other choice but to do so.

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Heads Under Water IX

Summary: You face the aftermath of everything that transpired. Character: K'uk'ulkan/Namor x Atlantean Descendant! Filipino! Female Reader. Word Count: 1,494 Chapter Warnings: Mention of Injuries. Mention of Mental Breakdown. Mention of Tending to Injuries. Inaccurate Portrayal of Anatomy of someone capable of breathing underwater. Mention of Blood.

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Part IX

There it was again, the burning ache in your chest. The memory of your life in your home, the screams of your cousins and the grasp of someone holding you the memory slowly becoming clearer. Blue skin, mouth piece, and armor made of Vibranium and Jade.

You screamed. You screamed bloody murder until the familiar voice had come to wake you from your nightmare. Opening your eyes you come face to face with Namora. Concern laced on her features but the pain in your chest and the memory of diving into the waters brought you into a shivering mess as you pushed her away with all your strength.

Crawling away from her, slamming face first into the floor didn’t deter you from your mission to get away from her or from anyone else.

“Umalis ka! (Get out!).” You screamed pulling crawling away until your back met the wall. The uncontrollable shaking from fear and the cold had you wrapping your thigh against your chest in a fetal position. Your teary eyes never once leaving Namora that looked panic at your state.

“I am here to help.”

“Get away from me! Do not touch me!” You screamed yet again.

You wanted to be left alone in your state. A state you had once thought would never return after everything you have tried to do in your life. Distracting yourself with work, with responsibilities, and with every little thing you could think about, it worked only for it to crash and bring you back to the little girl that never gotten over her fear of the water.

“Please let me tend to your wounds.” Namora requested as she tried to approach but you shook your head once again.

“Leave me alone!” You sobbed now. “I want to be alone!” You screamed. “Please, just leave me alone.” You pleaded now as the tears have now fully come to consume you.

“As you wish.” She nodded leaving you on your own.

The dark and cold room that you now found yourself in brought the heavier pit in your stomach. The sobs begin to flow freely from your lips. You begged and pleaded through the echoing walls for your mother, for your family, for your childhood back but it was all left in deaf ears for God knows how long.

Slowly, the sobs died and you found yourself now laying down, hugging your legs still and your eyes emptily staring at the painted walls. The ache on your torso now grow unbearable but you couldn’t move. You couldn’t move in your shaking state.

“In Yakunaj, allow Namora to tend to your wounds.”

The shiver that washed through your spine was ignored as you closed your eyes. The tears once again coming to haunt you. You held onto your legs even tighter craning your face against your knees in hopes of hiding your face from the King.

“Y/N, we are not here to harm you. Please.”

“No.” You spoke, wincing as you heard your voice shaking even in your ears.

You felt someone hold onto your shoulders to which you immediately slapped away.

“I said want to be left alone!” You sobbed never once trying to turn to face anyone also in the room.

You heard K'uk'ulkan speak to Namora but you were too deep into your own sanity to try to understand what was being said between the both of them. Eventually, silence had once again covered the room and you were left to let out the sobs all over again, but the tears no longer falling, dried down from crying previously.

A squeal had escaped from you lips as you found yourself lifted into the air and into the arms of K'uk'ulkan. Chest to chest with the man only now did you see his own battle wounds from the unknown attack.

“You’re hurt…” You whispered.

“Not as bad as you.” He points out now carrying you onto the bed.

“I’m fine.” You lied through your teeth even as you winced at the gentle hand that was placed on your side.

“But the shiver and tears say otherwise.” He points out, smiling even in the situation that you were both in.

“I—I don’t…this is the first time in a long while that I’ve even been in the waters.” You tried your best to explain.

“Is it why you do not want to go to Talokan?”

You could only nod, finding yourself resting your forehead against his shoulders now. Hands wrapped around his waist as the memories of your actions coming to you in full force. You had to save Princess Shuri, knowing who was waiting for her back in the surface. But like anything else in your life, it has its consequence and now you were living with another nightmare that would come to haunt you for a long time.

“I drowned when I was kid, and I promised myself I would never go into the water ever again.” You explained.

“And yet you chose to go into the waters to save the Princess?”

You pulled away to look at the man. Brown eyes peering down at you, his hand rested on your waist now. Supporting you as you were now fully resting on his lap.

“I know that Princess Shuri would do the same for me if the roles were reversed.” You answered without an ounce of hesitation from you. “She had someone waiting for her in Wakanda, her mother, her people. Everyone was waiting for her to come back in one piece.”

“And you did not have anyone?”

You looked away now. How easy was it for you to risk your life and the fears you have for the sake of someone else.

“I don’t want another death to be placed under my name if I could help it.” You whispered head falling back against his shoulders. “I promised myself that if I could repay for the sins of my past, I would—even if it means my life would be the price.”

In the silence of the room, the warmth of the man’s body against your own, and the gentle but rhythmic sound of your heartbeats, you slowly faded again into slumber, but now under the man’s protection pulling you away from the nightmare constantly haunting your mind. But now your mind now consumed with his eyes, eyes that held you in a place you knew should not be placed upon you.

He slowly noticed your shaking has ceases and your breathing slowing down. Peering down at you, he realized you had once again fallen back to sleep. His hands slowly moved towards your cheeks, how quickly in your sleep you had nuzzled yourself against his hold.

It was refreshing and daunting for him to see. To realize that something so simple as someone else’s touch would mean so much to you in your sleeping state.

“Ba'ax yaan dormida? (Is she asleep?)”

He turned to see Namora once again returning. Unfazed by the position either of you were in. He instead decided to gently lift you back up and into the bed as she began to tend to your wounds.

“Ba'ax ten Chúuns sangrando tseem. Leti'e' ma' j-atacada. (Why is her chest still bleeding? She wasn't attacked).” He found himself pointing out as Namora was quick to tear the wet shirt you had on.

K'uk'ulkan turned his eyes away from you, not wanting to see you naked, out of respect for your decency and the fact that he might not be able to stop himself if he does. He looked at the mess that you had done to his chambers, the discarded blanket haphazardly on the floor, the few artifacts fallen from your escape away from Namora, and the most daunting sight was the blood that painted his painted walls in the fuss.

He heard the gasp that escaped from Namora’s lips and he returned his gaze back towards you and the sight that fell before him was the bleeding wasn’t from any wounds—but rather unopened gills that were slowly opening up, the mixture of blood and water oozing out.

“Ba'ax le je'ela'? (What is this?)” He found himself questioning in panic. He tried his best to remember the battle, he was certain no one was able to get to you.

“Leti'e' ma' u vomitado le ja'o'. Bejla'e' k ojel Ba'axten. (She has not vomited the water out. Now we know why).”

He found himself drawing nearer, his hand falling towards your torso, towards the gills that now moved in sync with your breathing. The blood no longer oozing out, but the salt water that he was certain you had breathed through during your attempt of saving the Princess.

“Ba'ax le leti'? (What is she?)”

His mind now left in shambles with the revelation, but the more he tried to think of the possibility, the more he is drawn into his initial doubts about you in the past.

You were no ordinary human.

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Heads Under Water XI

Summary: Practice makes perfect, but nothing beat having a submariner for a teacher. Character: K'uk'ulkan/Namor x Atlantean Descendant! Filipino! Female Reader. Word Count: 1,804 Chapter Warnings: Mention of a Dead Body.

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Part XI

"Am I not interrupting you from any of your duties?"

"For you, nothing is too important that I couldn't postpone."

You tried your best to not blush at K'uk'ulkan’s answer. Trying your best to act unfazed by his words you looked down at yourself and the new change of clothes that Namora had provided you a few hours ago. With the blood and sweat that clung to your clothes, it was best for you to change into something different—thought it was more skin you would generally be comfortable showing on a daily basis—especially with the King’s gaze down at you.

“Now, how would you like to start?” He inquired one brow raised with a playful smile on his face.

“I—I genuinely don’t know where to start.” You admit.

“Come.” He requested one hand out for you to take.

With slight hesitation, you took his hand blushing at the way his hand completely swallowed your own as you both made your way towards the water entrance of his cove. The closer you were to the waters, you found your chest tightening and your breathe growing more rapid.

“Deep breathes, In Yakunaj.” He instructed moving closer until he was in the waters now. “Just your feet.” He continued and you did just that. Letting go of his hand, you held onto his shoulder as you felt the cold water now flooding your feet.

Looking up at the man, he was smiling bigger. Proud of the little feat that you have done now. It was—progress, after all.

“Good.” He spoke holding onto your waist now. Allowing your shaky legs to walk deeper until the water now reached below your knees. “How are you?” He inquired.

“I’m cold.” You observed.

“The water is cold after all.” He spoke as a matter of factly bringing a smile on your face at the sarcasm he was capable of dishing out.

“I’d be more surprised if the water is boiling hot at this point.” You muttered earning a hearty chuckle from the man as he continued to pull you towards the deeper parts of the water.

“Can you still do it?” He urged you on as you moved deeper into the waters.

Now as the water was touching your thighs you felt your knees lock up and your hold on the man’s shoulder now tightening at this point. The shiver was more than just from the cold waters. It was the fear that once again tried their best to consume you.

“Do not think of the fear. Think of what needs to be done.” He instructs you as he now stood still with the water now resting around your waist. “Look at me, In Yakunaj. You are doing well on your first try.”

“I want to go back now.” You requested as you now felt the familiar burn against your chest.

“Okay.”

With his arms wrapped around your waist, he lifted you back up to the dry floor of his chambers. You gaze down at him as he never broke eye contact with you. Every single time he does this, it always brings this unfamiliar spark right down to your toes.

“You did good on your first try.” He praised further making this situation more embarrassing than it already was.

“Thank you.”

“Now dry yourself up and rest. This will be a long road for you and our mission is to ensure you can safely return back to the surface so you can see your mother again.”

And his words rang a truth that you never thought would be something you had to deal with for your duration in his chambers. In what felt like a week, your time consisted of the man helping you face your fears of the waters, to him spending what little free time he has with talking to you of his life, of his heritage, of what was taken from his people and the reason for his hatred for the surface world because of what they represent.

“This world does not deserve people like you, people like the Princess. I still believe it doesn’t.”

“Maybe they don’t.” You agreed as you sat beside the man by the water, your feet now slowly getting used to the cold sensation against your skin. “But sometimes, you wouldn’t know what we had to do in our lives to pay the price to be in this world to begin with.”

Memories of the lives you’ve taken just by association continue to haunt you. You never want to be painted in a picture of perfection or innocence—especially not by this man before you. The names, you’ve read through each and every single names every single time, look through their lives, families you have taken away from them, and the life that they were supposed to live to the fullest.

It was a constant guilt you wish to rid yourself from but you know would never happen. Instead you chose to move forward, pay your dues in whatever you could for the sake of the little few still here to accept it in their need.

“No price is worth it to begin with.” He spoke, cupping your cheek and making you turn your head to face him. “I still want you to stay in Talokan, I want you to learn more about my people. Help in ways only you would know how.”

“I can’t.” You whispered, out of fear or out of apprehension of how it would be like for you if you did. Living in his chambers and by water suits is not ideal in whatever universe you could think of.

You were a woman of science and you already thought of such possibility and it would only be a waste on both of your time and effort in the long run.

“You could make it work. You made it work in Wakanda, you who was placed in such a predicament because of my people had made it work.”

You shook your head, but your body froze as you stared into his eyes.

“Why would you want someone like me here? Am I not part of the surface dwellers you loathe?” You questioned, more for the sake of your sanity.

“An exception.” He admits gently moving his head, you know what he was about to do and for whatever reason you didn’t pull away.

Instead, you found yourself closing your eyes and leaning towards him more. Every other senses become more heightened; your skin felt warm even with the cold air of the chambers and of the water your feet were still submerged in, the warmth of his callous but gentle hand against your cheeks, the loud beating of your heart echoed through your ear, the subtle splash of the water, the smell of his musk against your nostril, and the taste of his lips as they finally met your own.

It was gentle, sweet, and supple. Not something you would have ever thought would come out of the King of Talokan’s lips—but it did. He kissed you so gently, as if he feared he could break you with his touch. His opened his mouth, swallowing you so. How his tongue was as gentle as the hands that cupped your cheeks. He savored you as gently as you tried to take more from him.

You opened your eyes in a daze as he finally pulls away from you. Eyes glimmering brown stared right back at you. A smile played on his face, it was perfect. Perfect in such a dysfunctional situation you were in at the moment and even in your shyness found yourself smiling too.

“In Yakunaj.” He whispered, thumb caressing your bottom lip. “Make me your exception too.”

“Okay.”

Something has changed in K'uk'ulkan at his first taste. It was sweet, warm, and bright. It was you. In the days you were in his chambers, his time away from you was spent smiling and anticipating his return. His people could see the change, Attuma and Namora could see it just as much.

The coldness that he had presented after his lost against Wakanda was replaced in a warmth that he never realized he still possessed throughout the centuries. All because of the outsider, of the woman who had helped his people make safe passage to the surface world.

“In ajawo', k'abéet a wilik le ba'ala'. (My King, you need to see this).”

It was rare for him to see Attuma in such a frightened state, more rare than Namora at times. Of all the gore and death that he had painted his hands in his lifetime, nothing truly fazed him until now. It was something that needed his full attention.

Without another word, he had followed one of his most trusted advisor the grave site they had created to dispose of the corpses of any of the surface dweller who would even attempt in locating the Vibranium. They were not savages, they were given a proper burial each and every single time and among the corpses were that of the warrior that had made an attempt at his kingdom.

With nothing but loin clothes to protect their modesty, one of the few things that stuck out were the gills. It rocked him to the very core for how similar they were from your own. How anatomically similar it was to the ‘wounds’ you have developed when you drowned.

“Ba'ax ku? (What are they?)” He questioned, he couldn’t help but inspect the corpse, how the gills were compared to his people’s own. Larger and far closer to their lungs compared to that of the people of Talokanil.

“Atlantean,” was the only answer Attuma gave him and it was all he needed to know what he was truly up against. So they have persisted now.

"Máax asab u yojel yóok'ol le ba'ala'? (Who else knows about this?)"

"Le j-meno'obo' ba'ax tu beetajo'ob ya'abkach le wíinklil. (The healers that have prepared the bodies)."

He could only nod, mind swimming with all of the scenarios but one thing comes to mind. The betrayal that he could not truly swallow or accept in the moment. You, it all lines up. How the people of Atlantis have come the very same day that he and the rest of his warriors were distracted.

Without another word, he swam away on a mission. He will have his answer, one way or another. What else were you hiding from him? What else where you planning on him and his people?

At the thought of you, the woman that was scared of water, the fury slowly burned to his very core. He was stupid to believe it. It was another ploy that he does not know if there was an end goal on your end.

One way or another, he will find out.

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Heads Under Water VIII

Summary: Things go as planned but not in the way anyone expected. Character: K'uk'ulkan/Namor x Atlantean Descendant! Filipino! Female Reader. Word Count: 2,195 Chapter Warnings: Mention of Ambush and Bloodshed. Mention of drowning.

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Part VIII

“I’m surprise you’re here.” You couldn’t help but smile at Agent Ross as you and a few of the Dora Milaje had gathered by the shores as you were ready to turn this device on.

In your hand was a laptop that would allow you and anyone that wanted to watch from the camera you have installed into the machine as well as the one also attached to Shuri’s wetsuit for the duration of the repairs to be made. With the extensive damages, you had estimated the repairs to take well over three hours, but you wanted to make sure the machine as well as Shuri’s suit could withstand a longer duration just in case anything goes wrong. Multiple suits already on standby for the Dora Milaje to use.

“It’s not every day that something like this happens in Wakanda.” Ross pointed out with a gentle smile. “A little action here and there wouldn’t hurt anyone.”

You could only nod and continue on with watching Shuri set herself up in the suit. A reassuring smile on her face as she continued on with talking to her mother—letting her know that this was a safe project and if it was not she was allowed to behead her. A joke that truly had you lost for words. You know she was joking but somehow the anxiety was getting to you more than you would even admit.

“All set?” You asked instead after a moment. Queen Ramonda even in her pristine and blank look held the worry you were all too familiar with. It was the same look you had seen from your mother when you had told her you were flying to New York for a job opportunity.

It was a worry you wanted to make sure would not be warranted for what was about to happen. Your eyes turned to where numerous Talokanil warriors were also gathered, weapons in their grasped and behind them were the King and his two generals, the expectations of what was to come for today rested heavily on your shoulders.

"I'm ready when you are, Doctor." Shuri beamed, hands now holding onto your own. "And again, I know I do not say this enough, thank you for the help you had given to us. Even after knowing the real reason for your arrival here in Wakanda."

"I've learned so much too. And if you would have me, once I return from my visit back home. You would have space for me still." You spoke.

Now, you do not truly have anything else to do with Stark Industries or with the Avengers Compound. You found your place here, it would be different, but the more you spend your time here without the constant panic that came with working for Tony, the more you felt this was the place for you. Where you knew you would grow in a way that never truly happened under Tony.

"Perfect. I'll have everything ready once this is dealt with." She winked finally wearing the headpiece.

You tugged unto the mask to ensure that the seal was perfect before allowing her to make her way to the waters. The twelve by twelve machine was small compared to what you would usually make for this kinds of excavations, but a more compact device would be better for easier access should the need arise.

"The machine will follow you into the specific tunnel and all you have to do is lift it to the specific area it needs to make the fixes and it will do the rest." You repeated again.

"Got it, Doctor."

You smiled watching as the Princess has nodded towards the King that had now dove towards the waters, followed by his generals and the warriors that came before him.

"Good Luck, Princess." You hoped before finally turning the machine on through the laptop.

Backing away, you had watched Shuri hold onto the machine before heading down into the waters. You were quick to turn the camera and watched firsthand the waters as she swam deeper. You had ignored the familiar tightening on your chest at the sight of the waters as she went deeper. Counting ten backwards, you watched and fine-tuned the machine and checking the vitals as they gotten deeper in.

'You alright, Doctor?' Shuri had inquired through the communication line.

"As alright as I could be." You reassured not wanting her to worry about you at the moment but the task at hand.

You barely watched as the crystal waters slowly darken as they gotten into the depths of the waters. You found your hands were visibly shaken and even the Queen herself has taken notice, inquiring if you would want any assistance. You reassured her you were fine and instead inquired Shuri if they were close to the damages.

'Right in the center of it.'

Through the screen, you frowned realizing the severity of the damages that neither you nor Shuri truly realized until seeing it firsthand yourselves.

"Nudge the machine into the damages and I'll do the rest." You requested and through her camera, you had watched the device slowly make its way to the crevice of the damages and begin to work.

Sitting on the sandy shores, you placed the laptop on your thighs as you began to work. Maneuvering the machine as you watched the arms extend out from either sides, beginning to work it's magic on the repairs.

'You never cease to amaze me, Doctor.' Shuri began, idly watching you hard at work with the repairs.

You have learned early on that the pathway was made of corals and stone and you did you best to assure it stayed the same still. It was like playing puzzle for you now at this point, seeing what rock or coral would fit without damaging the paths further. With further help from the Talokanil Warriors you were able to ensure a perfect seal just within an hour and a half.

"Princess, please make sure everyone is out of the way when I spray the seal onto the rocks." You requested.

You heard a few orders being thrown out by Attuma and Namora before you were given the go-signal to begin the seal. A nozzle had extended out from the machine and you had watched the spurt of the sand mixture into the new repairs.

“What is that?” It was Queen Ramonda that had first made the inquiry.

“It’s a kind of sand and cement mixture. It hardens immediately when in contact with rocks, and is nearly indestructible. The only catch is it crumbles on dry land.” You explained.

Just like you’ve expected, you watched the mixture slowly solidify before your very eyes and you had even asked Attuma to test the integrity of the new structure. Watching him strike the walls with his spear only for his spear to bend in the process.

‘Good job, Doctor.’

“I had my doubts about this, bringing you along into this mess. But it seems you and my daughter have proven me wrong.” Queen Ramonda spoke looking down at you, a faint smile playing on her face now.

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

“Now, please tell my daughter to come back to the surface.” She ordered, somewhat playfully now.

“You heard your mother, Princess.”

You could faintly hear Shuri talking amongst the people in Talokan. Each and every single one of them now coming to test the new path you had helped rebuilding. You smiled knowing it would take a while before she would come out to the surface, only now given the opportunity to return after everything that had happened between Wakanda and Talokan.

You once again checked the vital of both the machine and Shuri’s suit and you have noticed everything was still in stable condition. Queen Ramonda eventually allowed Shuri to explore around, with her seeing the beauty of Talokan through the screen, even she was amazed by the sheer beauty of the kingdom and the alarming number of people that lived under the depths of the water—more people that even you could have ever imagined.

‘The offer still stands, Doctor. You will learn so much from Talokan.’

A blush had lingered on your cheeks at the voice of the King through the communications. You now refused to meet the Queen’s eyes, fearing she might think you were conspiring against her and her people.

“I simply can’t.” You answered instead not wanting to linger so much into the topic.

But the tour was interrupted by the sound of something crashing and your eyes lingered right back to the machine fearing it had malfunctions, but seeing the vitals still normal, your next instinct was to check Shuri and the sight of utter chaos among Talokan as several beast had come to attack the Talokanil warriors was the last thing you would have expected to see.

“Shuri get out now!” You screamed and the utter chaos had the Dora Milaje up to attention, slipping on the wetsuits and diving down without hesitation to save the Princess.

You tried to reprogram the machine to assist Shuri in navigating out of the passage but you cursed at the sight of one of the beast go straight for Shuri and the machine. You rapidly continued on typing hoping to use the locator in hopes of seeing them.

“What is happening?”

Your mind was moving faster than your own fingers did and for some God damn reason, you found yourself throwing the laptop onto the flood and immediately suiting yourself into the last remaining wetsuit available. Your mind and body working in sync as you made the last adjustments—ignoring the panicked words of the people around you before you found yourself allowing the adrenaline to take over your body as you dived head first under the water.

They were being attacked. The last thing K'uk'ulkan would have ever believed to happen was an armored whale shark begin their attack on his people. His attention was torn between the bloodshed that was happening before him and the sight of now unconscious Princess Shuri among the chaos of it all.

He could not make his way towards her in time as numerous unknown assailants had now slipped out of the beast. Armed in linen robes and Obsidian they were no warriors of Talokan. Weapons ranged from mace and axes, to bow and arrows and even boomerangs. This were no people of his and that simply scared him the most—for he truly did not know if there were people like them in this world.

All of the warriors had stark white hair and eyes glowing bluer than the clear water. They were not equipped with any form of breathers Talokanil uses to breath in the surface. They were simply just like him—but far more dangerous.

Before long, he had watched the Dora Milaje come to defend them in this fight. The water was no obstacle for them, but they truly had one goal that was different from his own—save the Princess, nothing more and nothing less. But even the warriors of Wakanda were not immune to the attacks that came after them.

K'uk'ulkan had found himself battling numerous of the warriors that had now focused on him. His mind panicked, for this was an attack he had once fear would happened. Someone had found them and he was not sure who was truly to blame for it.

Then he saw it, the small glimmer of hope for Wakanda, you. You struggled to swim further down, but you were on a mission and K'uk'ulkan did his best to waver as much of the warriors away from your direction as you made your way to Shuri that has now slowly gained consciousness and only then did he come to realize that the suit that she had on was damaged and water was slowly seeping in.

Without an ounce of hesitation as he continued on with attacking anyone who would come his way, he had watched from his peripherals how you did not hesitate to let Shuri were your head gear and urged her up to safety in the surface. The Dora Milaje retreating now as they had extracted the Princess away from the dangers of the battle.

But now he has something else he needed to worry about. You. You, who even in the face of the death of your life had tried your best to take the machine without any form of breathing gear and how the wide eyes and the sudden grasp onto your throat meant reality was finally slamming through you in your predicament as you opened your mouth and tried to breath in the waters.

“Take her to my cove!” He orders Namora to which she did without an ounce of hesitation and in the panic that laced his voice he realized there was truly something about this woman that he was still uncertain about but it was a kinship that he was not so sure if he truly wanted to address after all was said and done. But for now, all that he could hope was for your safety above everything else.

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Heads Under Water VII

Summary: When he sees a different side of you. Character: K'uk'ulkan/Namor x Atlantean Descendant! Filipino! Female Reader. Word Count: 1,861 Chapter Warnings: None

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Part VII:

It was the vicious words in the dead of night that had him peak from the waters.

He had saw you with the Princess earlier in the night, but as the nights grew later and the bonfire that had long died down, so did your mood. Your temper that he was uncertain you could have it in you to have in your state. In the pitch darkness, he had listened to your words. You were speaking with your boss. A conversation that wasn’t a good one. Words that were not supposed to be said, hurtful at times. K'uk'ulkan had come to learn you were capable of being so—venomous. The prim and always professional Doctor was dishing out one curse word after another.

It left with you finally ending the call and slamming the phone onto the sanded ground in front of you. A frustrated scream escaped your lips as you finally settled yourself onto the tree stump he had slowly learned you favored when you visit the beach.

“You can stop looking like a pervert by the waters.”

It took him by surprise just how angry you were. Since the beginning, when he had first started to watch you at night as you spent the rest of the night off in the beach, you would never acknowledge him—not even when you had known he was there. Whatever anger you might have had overtaken any hesitation or precaution you might have in your body.

“It seems like I have caught you in a bad time?” He began, walking further back into the surface.

The cool air doing wanders towards his warming skin after being caught and called out.

“You tell me.” You muttered eyes glaring daggers at the discarded phone.

K'uk'ulkan could only nod and take the device and hand it back to you. He felt a far too dangerous spark as he touched your skin. He said nothing, instead choosing to look at you, how your eyes stared blankly at the device now back in your possession.

The frown growing deeper on your face the more you looked at the device.

“Sometimes I just want to run away from my responsibilities and never look back.” You began, moving to give him space to sit.

K'uk'ulkan’s head was telling him not to, but his body said otherwise as he found himself sitting beside you on the stump, your dry thigh touching his own damp ones but chose not to acknowledge. Even in the cold airs, your warmth already consumed him.

“Why don’t you?” He inquired now his eyes gazing up towards the stars.

“It’s not that simple.”

“If you desire something, you would not speak of it out loud unless you want to do it—much less let a stranger know about it.”

Even in the darkness, the glow of the moon allowed him to see the way you rolled your eyes at this words. Had it been any other individual, his weapon would already be stained with their blood. But he knew better, he knew you were different from what he was, what the people of Wakanda know of as rankings.

“I have responsibilities.” You pointed out plopping the device onto the sands between your feet. “It’s not as big or as grand as you and Princess Shuri’s, but I still got mouths to feed.”

“A husband and children waiting for you?”

“God No.” You giggled then, almost finding humor in his line of question. “I wouldn’t subject a husband or children to the line of work that I have right now. I don’t think I’m even cut out to be a wife or a mother in my state.”

“Then who?”

“My parents.” You answered, smiling as you looked at him and he couldn’t help himself from looking right back. “I’ve got so much I want to do to make them proud. They made ends meet while putting me through college, being here earning a shit load of money while also doing the things that I lovem, I’m doing all of it for them—I want to make them realize they didn’t bet on losing dogs.”

“I’m sure they know that.” He tried to reassure you, knowing the same experience from his own mother long ago. The promise he had to keep even if it meant bloodshed. He kept his promise to his mother even after her death.

“They always say they do. But I know it’s not enough, they’re just being—my parents.” You shrugged.

He blinked not knowing what else was there to say. You were right, some parents are just like that, they constantly see the best in their children but not all would mend those that could see their worst.

“What would you do—if all was said and done and you do not burden yourself with your responsibilities?” He asked instead, genuinely wanting to pick up their conversation still.

“I might want to stay here in Wakanda, I want to learn more than I already know. I want to help the people that are less fortunate or lacked the equipment for everyday things that we have right now.”

More and more, he is fascinated with you and how you speak. Viciousness, meekness, and now passion that he had never seen in his lifetime. You had everything you could ever have as a surface dweller and instead of trying to capitalize in what you have—you chose to give it away.

“Talokan has learning you might be interested in.” He points out. “You are already versed in our tongue, learning our ways wouldn’t be much of a problem for you.” He smiled remembering in the short amount of your stay you had been able to learn his language in a way that took the people of Wakanda weeks or even months to do.

The offer was once made by Princess Shuri to stay for the sake of the scientist. But when all was said and done, she held a bigger responsibility that he could not take from her—but you, you held something so fragile that any minute it could fade away. He should not welcome another surface dweller—let alone an outsider in his home, but in the conversation you had both with your boss and your own mother, you have never once spoke about his people nor anything about Wakanda. He trusted you, more than he ever should for someone he had only known for less than a month.

“Good luck with placing me anywhere near the water.” You snort. “That Attuma guy would need to drag me to hell and back before I would even agree to be anywhere near the water—no offense.”

“For someone that is well equipped with anything related to waters, you have fears?”

“It’s stupid.” You brushed off. “I almost drowned when I was a kid and now I just have this unreasonable fear of being in the waters.”

“But the waters are calm?” He craned his head in confusion. But then again, one of the many ways they would discard intruders were by drowning.

“The scariest part of the waters are what is at the bottom of the waters, what we have yet to discover for ourselves.”

“I can tell you now and it’s nothing to be afraid of.”

“And I genuinely don’t doubt you on your words, but there are just some things I would rather die than to do.” You assured picking up your phone and standing back up. “It’s getting late and I still have to make some finishing touches to your machine I should head back. Thank you for accompanying me K'uk'ulkan.”

He could only nod, swallowing the disappointment of you leaving him now. He watched you slowly make your way back to the palace, using your phone as a torch to guide you back. In the distance, as he had watched your figure disappear he turned his attention back to the waters—Namora and Attuma already watching him, disapproval written on their features.

It took you just two hours of sleep before you found yourself back up on your feet, bathed, dressed in the most comfortable shirt you own and a pair of Levi’s jeans as you made your way back to the lab to make the finishing touches to the machine.

A beaming smile was now on your face as you began your work. There was this cathartic feeling of speaking your mind to Tony last night, how he had once again ignored your warning of not using your project yet and once again you find yourself being invited by the senate to speak for your involvement. It was so freeing to just cuss him out and warn him that you will not place yourself in any blame anymore.

It was also a little reliving to have someone to talk to—K'uk'ulkan. Even to this very hour as you were deep in your own work, you still wondered where the balls have come from to call him out as he watched you by the waters yet again. Forcing him to keep you company while you wonder what to do with your life now if you do eventually decide to leave Stark Industries for good.

“You’re up bright and early.” It was Shuri that had greeted you and making you look up from your thoughts. Besides her was Namora that already looked like she was in a bad mood—far from what was usually on her face.

“We’re throwing this into the water today so I want to make sure I don’t miss anything beforehand.”

“Today?” It was Namora that now sounded surprise, brows furrowed and her hand had held onto your spear far too cautiously for your own liking in the moment.

“We’re not gonna fix the tunnels today.” You reassured her. “I want to make sure that the water doesn’t leak through before we dive further down the waters.” You explained.

“And who will be heading down with this machine?”

You looked at Shuri and it was all the answer you needed to give as she already knew her way around the tunnels and any obstacles that might happen could be handled by anyone of the people of Talokanil that would also be joining in fixing the problem.

“What about you? This is your creation should you not be the one to lead in the operation.” She spoke further which genuinely made you unnerved by her sudden change in attitude—towards you.

“I can’t. It’s for personal reasons and I trust the Princess to be able to handle this on my behalf.”

You heard grumbling in her mother tongue, some of which was hurtful towards you but you chose to ignore not wanting to further her already growing temper. You instead focused on continuing on with your work. Fingers tapping away at the computer and humming to yourself as you tried to distract yourself from the ever growing tension that suddenly fell in the laboratory.

You know you will succeed in your machine, but it doesn’t mean you weren’t worried for the outcome should it fail. Was it death or failure and disappointment that made you more scared?

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Heads Under Water V

Summary: He puts you through a test. Character: K'uk'ulkan/Namor x Atlantean Descendant! Filipino! Female Reader. Word Count: 1,149 Chapter Warnings: Mention of deliberate poisoning. Namor being...Namor(?)

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Part V:

Your nightmares of drowning were replaced by the handsome submariner in the middle of the sea. Those piercing brown eyes now burned to your skull even as you woke up the following morning. You refused to acknowledge the small little fact that the man was the very same man that you had been seeing by the waters during the late night stay by the beach.

“You are ill.” Namora was not one to ask question, more in line with stating facts it seems.

“I didn’t have enough sleep. But I’ll be fine.” You reassured her, if only she knew it was because of her cousin that you lacked sleep last night.

“Come.” She demanded to which you simply looked at her weirdly at this point. “You will eat with me and Attuma.” She states to which had you having no other choice but to follow her along, a part of you hoping Shuri’s AI would be informed about your whereabouts now that you were close to being held hostage by them.

Snatching your phone into your pocket you followed the Talokanil out of the lab and out of the palace. The both of you made your familiar way towards the beach and this time the fear was slowly coming into reality the closer you both walked towards the roaring waves.

And just like what Namora had pointed out, the hulk of a man was waiting by the sands of the beach—but he wasn’t alone. With him was the King himself, looking ever the majestic sea being you have ever seen in your life.

“You brought a guest—I see.” It was K'uk'ulkan that spoke first. A smile now resting on his face, whatever inside joke he and his cousin have was lost to you at this point.

“More like a hostage.” You joked dryly that no one truly acknowledged at this point as you were handed a weird looking fish which was far too hot for you to hold but you were too afraid to let go with your hand.

“Eat. It will help wake you up.” Namora demanded.

You could only nod and found yourself sitting in the familiar tree stump and now refusing to meet the King’s gaze, fearing that last night would become a topic of discussion. Taking a small bite out of the fish, the far too familiar flavor of home almost brought you to tears as you continued eating.

“Good?” You almost choked mid-chew at the questioned and the fact that the King was now standing right in front of you and looked right down at you.

“Yes. Taste like home.” You answered after momentarily handling yourself from embarrassment. You blinked at how close the man was now as he bent himself until he was practically sitting right in front of you—staring at you for a moment.

“You live by the waters I presume?” He inquired, now settling himself in front of you, sitting with his legs criss crossed right in front of you. You were now looking down at him compared to the other way around with the man.

“I used to live by the beach.” You answered.

“The beach, then I’m certain the waters will not be much of a problem to you once we test this machine you’re building.”

You felt your heart stop with his words. He wants you to come along and that was a hardline you were not willing to cross even if it means your life was on the line. He seemed to realize the hesitation as you refused to meet his eyes and your attention solely focused in finishing the fish being handed to you.

“The waters will be calm.”

“I had made an agreement with Shuri that I will create whatever machine you would need to fix your entry way, but I will not place myself under any bodies of water because of it.” You spoke firmly now having the courage to look at the man again. “Please respect the agreement I have made with the Princess in exchange for the help I’m giving.”

“Okay.” He finally relents standing back up once he was certain you had your fill.

Before you say anything else, the panicked voice of Shuri could be heard and she had appeared with a few members of the Dora Milaje hot on her tail.

You stood with a reassuring smile on your face as you made your way towards Shuri.

“Just got a quick bite with—them.” You explained lamely hoping it was enough to reassure her of your sudden whereabouts for the morning.

“Come, we have something we need to discuss.” Shuri urged you, holding to your arm and pulling you away without you having the opportunity to say goodbye to the Talokanil. ~ You were no ordinary human.

Those were the thoughts that run through K'uk'ulkan’s mind as he had watched you be dragged away by the Princess. His eyes lingered at the retreating Dora Milaje that followed closely behind, their eyes penetrating him with the constant distrust—they should after all that they had all been through.

“Táan a saboteando a leti'ob éejenil yéetel Wakanda. (You are sabotaging your own arrangement with Wakanda).” Namora’s word held so much truth, but the curiosity simply got the best of him since your arrival all those days ago.

"Kun yantalto'on yaax yaantal kíimil, ba'ale' seguía wa'atal, normal bey Mantats'. (She should have been dead but she still stood, normal as ever)." He did supply knowing the fish was poisonous for an ordinary human being—but not to them.

Yet, as he had spoken, you still remained as you once did. Not sign of poisoning—eating the fish with gusto even in the face of beings that was far too different that your own. A stupid surface dweller if he was to be honest with himself—but someone that intrigued him still.

“Ka leti' ma' táan yáanal le kúuchil tu'ux ti' Talokan wa Wakanda. Wa leti' le herida, le k'atun séeb seguiría. (And she is not under Talokan or Wakanda's jurisdiction. If she is harmed, war would soon follow).”

“But she is not.” K'uk'ulkan spoke with finality, not wanting more discussion about his choice of action.

He had watched Namora simply bow, frustration he was far too certain was evident in her features for the choices he had made for the past few months, before she had made her way back to the Palace to what she was assigned to do—watch over you.

“Ka' tuláakal, k encontraremos bo'otik tuméen le yo'osal. (We will find ourselves paying for the consequence after all over again).”

He knew as much. But he needed to take as much of his chance as he could. For Talokan, for his people, he was ready to make take any chance that he could get if it meant the safety of his people from the outside world.

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Heads Under Water VI

Summary: Slowly but surely everything goes as planned. Character: K'uk'ulkan/Namor x Atlantean Descendant! Filipino! Female Reader. Word Count: 1,508 Chapter Warnings: None

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Part VI:

It was the deafening music that welcomed K’uk’ulkan the moment he had made his now-weekly visit to the palace to check the progress of the machine the outsider was working on. With him was Attuma that was already feeling the effects of the echoes in the halls the closer they walked towards the laboratory.

It’s been a week since the fateful day at the beach, feeding you the fish and to this day you still stood as if nothing was the matter. Working non-stop still, ending your day by the beach making sure you were as inconspicuous as you always seemed to be. Always on the phone talking to two individuals he had later learned was your mother and your boss.

He found himself far too invested in your conversations. The tenderness of your words when you were talking to your mother even in such a foreign language that felt a strong familiarity to what he had fought against in the past. Then there was the evident hostility and distance when talking to the make-shift hologram of your boss. A complete 180 to what he already witness in the few instances he had watched you from a distance and up close in person.

“Namor,”

He turned his gaze towards Shuri, his eyes met her own in respect and general civility after everything they had fought for in the past.

“I apologize for the music, but Dr. Y/L/N is in the middle of finishing up.” Shuri explained and only they did he notice Namora waiting outside, the discomfort was far too evident in her own features from the music.

He could only nod and make his way inside, physically stepping back at the reverbs that echoed the inside was louder from the inside. The array of different machinery surprised even him the further he walked inside. The blinding light glowing from one part of the lab already had him knowing your whereabouts.

Making his way towards you, the first thing that caught his eye was the array of drawings pasted on the monitors, then next were the multiple unwashed dishes laying around on the table, before his eyes finally rested on you in nothing but a sleeveless turtleneck top and the shortest of shorts. Grease painted your glowing skin along with sweat and your full attention was still on welding the metals together.

Eventually the music died down and it left you to a complete stop in whatever you were doing, lifting your head to meet him and the rest of the party he had brought with him. A deer caught in the headlights you were in this moment. Frozen in place, he could only find all the more endearing of you—annoying for anyone else that wasted his time.

“I didn’t realize you were here.” You spoke finally letting go of the device in your grasp.

“So I’ve noticed.” He stated, trying his best to keep the smile away from his features at the sight of you.

Moving with an impossible ease through the complex and far too dangerous array of open live wires that were all around you as you made your way towards them all. He watched you try your best to wipe the dirt and debris that covered your hand with the shorts you wore.

He simply couldn’t help himself as his eyes followed your hands. A dangerous image has passed his mind before vanishing away just as soon. Inappropriate thoughts for someone like him to have for a surface dweller.

“Would you want to see the progress, Your Majesty?” You inquired finally breaking him from his own thoughts and he simply nodded.

He listened and was genuinely at lost for words with the machine you were building. You had insisted that you were not to use Vibranium, but you did used a sizable amount of Adamantium that was far more denser than Vibranium and a metal that was just as dangerous to be ever be possessed by anyone other than Talokan or Wakanda. He listened to your nonstop explanation of how the operation would commence and he had noticed the twinkle in your eyes as you continued on. The smile that rendered you too gorgeous to be in such a mess, the intelligence that came with your profession was in full display without being pushed down his throat.

He was slowly believing Shuri when she had said you were the best for this.

“And once the repairs are done, all I have to do is remove the computer inside and you guys can re-melt the casing and return the material like it was good as new.” You finished the beaming on your face finally allowed the smile to settle in his features.

“When will we throw this to the waters?”

“The day after tomorrow, Your Majesty.” You stated confidently.

“Very well. Who will handle the controls?”

“That would be me.” You answered walking towards one of the computers. “I’ll man the control while Shuri and your people will help in nudging the machine to the right direction.”

“Will this be fail-proof?” He inquired. The pathways were already unstable in its own right at the moment and he wanted to make sure that he will not place his people under more danger than they already were.

“Estimated 90% success rate.”

“And the other ten percent?”

“That is where Shuri and I will come along, I’ve also created a water suit from one of the first ones she has used. In the off chance that there would be a problem, I have programmed onto the suit that will continue with the repairs.”

Efficient and leaves no stones unturned.

“What is your projected number of casualty if that also fails?”

“I don’t fail, K'uk'ulkan.”

He said nothing turning his attention back to his two advisors also listening intently to the explanation and the process that would happen in the following day. The subtle nod that came their way brought him a little glimmer of hope that it does as what you’ve explained and nothing could go wrong.

For the first time, Shuri had joined you in the beach. As soon as the three Talokanil had made their departure, the exhaustion of the past few days have come into full waves and you could barely move your hands anymore. It was Shuri that finally insisted that the both of you got out of the lab and into the windy night of the beach.

The only difference aside from having company was the bonefire that Shuri has made as you both began to gaze at the starless nights.

“I can now understand why Tony Stark does not want to let you go.” Shuri began.

“He could many times in the past, but he’s just too scared of where I would go once I do.” You spoke, it was not from a place of ego, but the certainty that came with Tony’s empty promises for the years of working for him. “He made me believe working for Stark Industry was the end all be all of everything I had worked my whole life for—but then I see what Wakanda has, what other Tech companies could have if I even attempt a conversation.”

“Then why not leave? Had it not been for this little incident with Talokan, you will be a good addition to my team.”

“Maybe I will.” You agreed with her.

One of the few things you had fear since your arrival to New York was change. It took you years to full adapt to the face pace of New York, the language barrier, and the constant homesickness that was haunted with your phobia that stopped you from flying right back home in a heartbeat.

Craning your head back towards Shuri, a knowing look had rested on her face.

“What?”

“What has changed this time around, Doctor? Long before the excursion we had asked you numerous times to become part of team, offered you greater than what Stark could offer but you constantly said no.”

You blinked realizing the truth of her words.

“I simply want a change in pace. Be able to come back home more often than I once did while working for Tony.” You shrugged. “I still have my mother and sometimes I wonder if I still have enough time with her at her age.”

You watched Shuri hold onto your hand now.

“Then go back to your mother once we are done here. You have Wakanda’s plane to your disposal afterwards.”

You blinked wanting to refuse her offer, but a part of you knew this was the only way you could have the time. Nodding, you held onto her own hands tighter. She had lost her brother a year ago, she knew more than you what it was like to lose someone she cared for and you truly did not see yourself ever ready to experience the same grief as her in your state.

“Thank you—for everything.” You spoke as your resolve was stronger than you would ever think it to be.

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Heads Under Water IV

Summary: Things get better before they get worse. Character: K'uk'ulkan/Namor x Atlantean Descendant! Filipino! Female Reader. Word Count: 1,893 Chapter Warnings: None.

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Part IV

It’s been a week since your arrival in Wakanda, five days since your first encounter with one King of an underwater kingdom, and well over a few hours since you found out you were to be watched like a hawk by one of the King’s most trusted warriors—Namora (who you later learned was the King’s younger cousin too, so extra intimidation on that front) while you begin creating the machine that would be helping out in fixing their little problem.

You, for the most part, have finally agreed to help Shuri in fixing the pathway to Talokan. But you had made the agreement with her that you will not be personally making your way to the water to oversee it, which Shuri had agreed on her part to do herself with the help of some of her warriors as guard. So, there wasn’t anything else for you to do but build.

“You are not from Wakanda—nor are you like the Colonizers.” In what felt like hours of silence aside from the metals clanking in the lab, Namora had spoken—out of boredom or out of curiosity, you were not so certain.

“I’m from the Philippines.” You answered nonchalantly. “And like what I have said to your cousin, my people had been colonized instead of the other way around.” You added hoping to defend your case from a few days back.

“You said three hundred and thirty-three years?”

“Yup.” You said popping the p with a smile. “Our people have never been the same since.” You continued before turning your attention back to the main frame of the machine.

“The Spanish?” She inquired to which you turned your attention back to her now. You nodded and take a good look at her now—aside from the far too unnerving blue tint on her skin, she was for the most part just like you and like everyone else, nothing to truly be scared of—if a weapon wasn’t pointed right at you.

“I sometimes want to think of what my great great grandparents would live like if they didn’t live in a time like that. Maybe we’d be like Wakanda too.” You shrugged at the thought.

You never truly enjoyed learning about History growing up, more with the fact that it made you sad of the lost culture of your people, angrier at how everyone now depends so solely on the nations that wasn’t your own as an aftermath and just how Westernization truly broke everything beautiful of what could be.

“Just like us.” Namora said under her breath before her attention had now turned away from you, looking around.

You were now back to making all the needed calculations to the program, fingers typing away and the time never truly mattered to you while you were deep in your work until you felt a hand resting on top of your shoulders and you realize it wasn’t just you and Namora anymore.

Blinking and realizing the never ending ache of your hands, you come to face Shuri, who wasn’t alone. With her was the King, Namor and his other (much larger and even scarier) warrior Attuma.

“Your Highness.” You spoke subtly bowing towards the man whose piercing browns were resting on you. The frown still marring his surprisingly handsome features. You could admit at much that he was a handsome man, if he showed any other emotions other than anger directed at you.

“What is the progress of your machine?” He inquired far too straight forward for pleasantries.

You gave Shuri a knowing look to which she simply gave you a defeated shrug.

“I’ve finished making the necessary programing to help with the repairs and input the coordinates to the damaged walls, the only problem I have now is the materials.”

“You can use our supplies.” He spoke.

“If it’s Vibranium, then I can’t use it.” You pointed out.

“And why not?” A single brow had rose, arms crossed against his chest and you were welcomed with a far too lean but strong arms.

“Efficiently wise, I can use Vibranium as it is the strongest metal still known to man but ethically speaking, if I am allowed to be frank with you, I am afraid that once the project is done, in the small chance that this machine will be placed in the wrong hands it would be used to detect Vibranium that is still located under water.” You spoke honestly and it was one thing keeping you from truly making the necessary machine at the moment.

You learned of the war they had waged on each other and you were damn sure not to be placed in the middle of it all if you could avoid it. The memory of being grilled for your life’s works by numerous nation leaders still a sore topic you did not want to elaborate on right now.

“We have other precious metals in our inventory, take your pick then.” He brushes off nonchalantly.

“Yes, your highness.” You nodded.

“Call me by my name. K'uk'ulkan.” He insist.

You tested the name but the question spurted out before you could stop yourself. “Why Namor then?”

“My enemies call me Namor. Will you be my enemy, Doctor Y/N?” He questioned.

“I hope not.” You responded not certain how to answer him now.

“Good. We will have the metals you would need delivered as soon as possible. Namora is to your disposal.”

You nodded.

“Thank you, K'uk'ulkan.” You said before hesitating again with your next words. “Ka Kexi' ka páajtal sa'asik in yo'olal le ba'ax tin wa'alaj ti' k yáax múuch'tambale'.” (And I hope you can forgive me for what I had said during our first meeting).

The three Talokanil had blinked at your sudden use of their language before the King himself had chuckled. You winced probably speaking the words wrong.

“Tuláakal u perdonado. Teene' kun wa'alik k'ek'eno'.” He smiled, the first genuine smile on his lips you have seen since the first time you’ve met him. (All is forgiven. I should say the same).

You nodded, smiling now at least you’ve handled that part as you continued on with working in this situation. Eventually the King and Attuma had left leaving you under the playful scrutiny of Shuri and even Namora that was all but curious and surprised about the small interaction with her King.

“So not Agent Ross, but it’s fine with Namor?” Shuri teased with a shit eating grin on her face turning to Namora that was nodding in faux agreement. “The flirting right in front of all of us. Who are you and what have you done to Doctor Y/N?”

“Last time I’ve checked flirting and apologizing are quite different from each other.” You muttered turning back to the computer to continue on with your programming.

“K'uk'ulkan does not apologize and he did so openly with you. Consider yourself special.” Namora supplied making Shuri cackle and for you hoping for the ground to swallow you up in the moment. ~ Once again you found yourself in the beach watching the waves move by. It was Shuri that had pushed you away from the confinements of the lab and you truly had nowhere else to go but here. This little spot in the near pitch black darkness had now become your favorite spot in Wakanda, a remnant of what was your home when you were still with your family.

It was also the little moment you had to talk to your mother back home as you were now in a much needed conversation with her after a few weeks of not talking to her.

‘Kumain ka na ba? (Have you ate?)’ Trust your mother to always open the call with your wellbeing. A smile was on your face as you nestled the phone against your ears and shoulder.

“I did.” You confirmed—though eating meant being practically force fed by Shuri or at one point Namora that refused to let you touch the computer until after you have eaten.

‘Kamusta ka naman dyan sa New York, binubuwisit ka pa rin ba ng boss mo? (How are you doing in New York, is your boss still annoying you?)’.

You giggled at your mother’s next question. She had learned about Tony and the potential danger of working under him from the get-go. But nothing truly prepared her when it was the least of your worries compared to the ever loving control you had not to kill the man for annoying you every single day of working for him. Your mother knew as much, it was the only consolation of working for the man knowing the dangers truly rested behind the scene on a day-to-day basis.

“Hindi na rin, busy kasi sya. (Not really, he’s busy.).” You answered. You loved your mother, trusting her with your life’s work, but this little project you had in Wakanda and now with the people of Talokan, it was better to make her believe that you were still in New York working with the man instead of this.

‘Masyado kang pinapagod ng boss mong yan! Kelan ba ang huling bisita mo dito sa Pilipinas. Sabihin mo nga dyan sa boss mo na dito ka na muna kahit ilang linggo lang. (Your boss is overworking you! When was the last time you were in the Philippines? Tell that boss of yours you should say here even for just a few weeks).’

“Ma, busy ako. Pag natapos ako sa ginagawa ko, lilipad ako pauwi. Promise. (Ma, I’m busy. Once I finish with what I’m doing, I’ll fly back home).”

You doubt if you could keep such a promise. There was always something stopping you from going home. You’d prefer having them come to you instead of the other way around—more than just the fact that you were scared of the waters. It was always something about the life you once left behind keeping you from coming back home. All the pain and all of the constant need to prove yourself in your career stopping you from coming home. It breaks your heart each day and more and more it hindered in ever talking to your mother at some point.

‘Pangako mo sakin, Y/N. Baka hindi na ko magtatagal sa edad kong to’, sige ka. (Promise me, Y/N. I’m not gonna live long at my age.).’

“Ma naman! Wag ka nang nagloloko ng ganyan. Pag natapos ako dito, kukuha ako agad ng flight pauwi. (Come on, Ma! Don’t make a joke like that. Once I’m done here, I’ll get the first flight back home).” You assured slowly relenting that maybe you truly didn’t have long left to be with your mother as you hope you did.

‘Baka anong oras na dyan, Anak? Magpahinga ka na. Mahal na mahal ka namin ng papa mo, lagi mong tatandaan yan. (What time is it there, Baby? You should get some sleep. Me and your father love you so much, always remember that).’

“Love you too, Mama.” Finally ending the call, all you could do was sigh and slump further into the tree stump you sat.

Your eyes focusing on the waters and once again you’ve seen the head by the waters—but only now did you come to recognize the head to be that of one King, K'uk'ulkan. He was watching you by the waters all this time.

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Heads Under Water III

Summary: When you bit more than you could chew. Character: K'uk'ulkan/Namor x Atlantean Descendant! Filipino! Female Reader. Word Count: 1,387 Chapter Warnings: Asshole K'uk'ulkan(?).

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Part III

“You had brought an outsider into this agreement?!”

The last thing you would have ever expected was for someone—someone you didn’t even know, to have this much fury directed right at you. But here you were. For once you found yourself leaning closer to Agent Ross, in fear of what the man with wings on his feet would do to you.

Having been working for the Avengers and for Tony Stark for a great amount of time, you should have gotten used to other beings aside from Humans, but with the blue man that was built like a brick wall wielding a spear, you still had your fears for the unknown.

“She is the best engineer in the world.” It was Shuri that now spoke, fighting for your cause at this point. “She can create repairs for your structure without even the use of Vibranium or complicated machineries.”

“I will not have another colonizer stepping foot in my kingdom.” The man spat only now coming to look at you.

You blinked meeting the blazing brown eyes of the man. Only now did you have a good look at him, adorned in what you assumed would be Vibranium and jade jewelry. But in your inspection of the man, you’ve only now realized what he had called you. A colonizer. You scoffed freely at the title—yeah, if only he knew what your people have been through for hundreds of years.

“Do you think this is a laughing matter, Colonizador.”

“Last time I checked, it was my people that were colonized for three hundred and thirty-three years.” You found the courage to point out ignoring Agent Ross’ warning to not say anything against the man and his people.

“You have tongue.”

“And you have the audacity.”

At the sight of the two spears now pointed at your neck, you were left frozen in place. You’ve made a mistake that much you can realize at this point, but dying was the last thing you would have expected to happen right now.

“Give me a reason why I shouldn’t have them slit your throat where you stand.”

“Namor, this doesn’t have to escalate to this, Y/N is here to help.” It was Shuri that spoke as she attempts to cover for you. Her body now coming to cover you and as far away from the spears as possible.

“I’m the only one capable of making sure that ridiculously small pathway to your home will be fixed without ruining the reinforcements.” You bluffed, you and Shuri have only been talking about the structure in passing yesterday, you were genuinely uncertain about what exactly was wrong.

“She’s right.” It was now Queen Ramonda that spoke ending the threats given your way. “I would not have allowed her into my country if she was not to be trusted with this kinds of projects.”

Momentarily, you felt relieved by her words. But you were uncertain what it would implicate you in this moment.

You had watched the spears being lowered and the ease of everyone in the room finally come for everyone to see. Turning your gaze towards the Agent, he looked just a stressed as you were in this very moment. But it was evident that he was ready to fight if it meant that things didn’t go into more chaos.

“She is under your jurisdiction, one wrong move on her end means our agreement is done.” The man, Namor, had finally relented. His gaze still burning as he was looking at you. “Disrespect me again and I will cut your tongue.”

You said nothing, fearing that another word from you would be your last. Physically biting your tongue at this point, you were not one to allow a man to disrespect you the way the man did—you didn’t allow anyone to do so, not even Tony would be brave enough to do so, but this one time. You held your tongue from saying anything that could hurt you.

Watching them all continue on with their discussion of things you truly didn’t have any idea about, you found yourself looking at Agent Ross for answers but he seemed just as lost as you were with everything going on in this moment. Eventually, the three had made their departure—not without once again looking at you in warning and you were not practically glued to Agent Ross at this point because of the genuine fear you had for them.

The first genuine sigh of relief had escaped your lips as soon as they left and the doors echoed shut and your attention now focused on the sheepish Shuri.

“It seems I have a lot of explaining to do.” She began.

“I think I’ve dealt with worse with Stark.” You reassured but you genuinely didn’t believe so at the moment.

Early on in your career, you have learn every single individual has an ulterior motive as small or as grand it could be. Shuri and the people of Wakanda seemed to also have their ulterior motive for you being in their country in more than just an excursion it may seem.

“So—he’s like the King of Atlantis?” You found yourself asking Shuri the moment she had finished with her story about the man’s arrival in their country demanding the capture of a scientist and an alliance.

“Don’t be silly, Y/N. Atlantis isn’t real.” Shuri grinned. “But for the sake of analogy, you could say he’s something like that.”

You nodded only now remembering the rather numerous number of water damage in some parts of their home and even in Shuri’s lab.

“Your research on water-resistance would be a great help to us, and that mini repair aid you have could be a good tool to help the people of Talokan.”

You blinked cursing yourself for making those devices public of use to restore the aftermath of Thanos’ attack on New York all those years ago. Now you’re dragging yourself into another mess that you weren’t even sure you’re willing to aid in—especially with your life being on the line because of it.

“I can’t personally check the damages, Shuri. I’m not equipped to go to the waters in my state.”

“We as well as Namor have the equipment to allow us to breathe underwater if the need arises.” She continued on to convince you.

“Shuri—I am not personally capable of going in the waters.” You reiterated. Hoping you wouldn’t need to tell her your biggest fear to her especially at a time like this.

“Is there anything the matter?”

“Let’s just say I don’t enjoy being in the waters.” You said sheepishly at this point.

“Have you tried going to therapy, Doctor?” She inquired, a smile on her lips at the irony of your situation and with your best known studies.

“Now you’re starting to sound like Stark.” You teased right back. But you sighed as the curiosity got the better of you—wanting to know more about whatever was deep in the waters. “Can you give me a few days to think about it? I just want to make sure what I’m going to place myself into wouldn’t place me in hot waters with the UN all over again.”

“They will not be involved. But please, take all the time you need. All that we could ask if for you not to tell anyone—not even your boss about the existence of Talokan.”

“You don’t need to ask me twice about that part.” You chuckled knowing the potential danger it might have if Tony catches wind of it and the overbearing precaution he might make if the need arises. “Can your AI give me a few learning materials on Mayan language?” You asked.

“We have a translator if the language barrier becomes an issue.”

“I just want to even the playing fields.” You pointed out, God knows what they might say behind your backs if you do accept this arrangement.

“We’ll have it sent to your database in the evening.” Shuri relents. “But for now, would you like to see the blueprint of the tunnel to their home?”

“Do I have a choice?” You snort already letting Shuri open the array of different holograms of the pathways and what ventures you were to be pulled from all over again.

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