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midnight-oily · 10 months ago

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attoye omegaverse | 2/3 | 19.5k words | ao3

“What do you mean he’s not going to provide me with his scent?”

Okoye taps her fingers impatiently against the warden’s desk. With her heat hormones simmering under her skin, her patience for delays has grown thin. Omega and Alpha biology does not care for bureaucracy—it follows the laws of nature, not of man. She needs her husband’s scent immediately, rules be damned! The warden swallows nervously at the bristling ex-Dora Milaje in front of him.

“W’Kabi has rejected your request, Okoye.”

“I’m his Omega!” She snaps, her nerves reaching a boiling point, “He has a duty to me as my Alpha!” She points to her bite mark on her irritated neck scent glands.

All of society knows it is the duty of a mated Alpha to provide for their Omega. Once bitten by an Alpha, Omegas are mated for life—Only their Alphas can soothe their heats with their knot and scent. Unfortunately for Okoye, this means W’Kabi is the only one who can tame the burning biological inferno within her. Yet regardless of crime, exceptions are made for bonded pairs when it comes to justice and punishment. Mates are allowed to tend to each other’s needs when necessary. Emphasis on allowed, not required.

“W’Kabi has rights,” The warden explains as calmly as possible, “We cannot force him to give you his scent.”

Okoye scowls, throwing a foul glare at her bag of scented sheets on the floor. She spent an hour this morning rubbing fabric through her scent glands until her skin became puffy and sore. It was annoying but necessary for the arrangement she had with W’Kabi. She will provide him with her scent to help soothe his ruts and in return, he will provide her with his own scent to help her heats. It is the compromise she has agreed to. No more, no less.

The warden squirms in his chair at Okoye’s dark expression, “I’m sorry, Okoye—”

“Do not say you are sorry!” Okoye snarls, “I am beyond overdue for a heat. Does he not realize he’s killing me?”

Another side effect of mating. While heats become much more manageable, it is only that way because the Omega’s Alpha is the only one who can start their heat. A biological quirk that anthropologists hypothesize was to make sure that mated pairs only procreated when the conditions were optimal for the both of them. That doesn’t stop an Omega’s biology from craving a heat. Like a pressure cooker, the biological imperative to breed will build slowly over time until the Omega is bursting with desire for a pup. At that point, Alphas will instinctually scent their mates and jumpstart their heat, releasing all that pressure. It was just simple biology.

For an Alpha like W’Kabi to refuse to provide for his mate–letting your Omega languish in heat pain out of all things!–it is considered the most shameful behavior for an Alpha.

Going a year without a heat is agony for a mated Omega. It has been fifteen months since Okoye had a proper heat and she was about to lose her mind. The mating mark on her neck burns, constantly itching and aching for her Alpha’s scent.

The only other solutions for mated Omegas without Alphas was to either cut their glands out— a painful, traumatic process— or find another Alpha. But rarely were there any Alphas who were willing to bite down on a living Alpha’s claim. It simply wasn’t done. Not that Okoye was looking for a new Alpha anytime soon.

The warden tugs at his collar, trying his best to be diplomatic, “Okoye, we do allow conjugal visits for mates—”

“No.”

Her Omega bristles. Not at her, but at the warden’s offer. W’Kabi’s not her Alpha—biology be damned. As long as she breathes, she will never submit to W’Kabi ever. Her nails rake into the table.

“Absolutely not. I know what he’s playing at,” Okoye hisses at the warden and grabs him by the collar, “Give him a message for me, you pathetic excuse of an Alpha!” The warden trembles under her fury.

“Tell him he is a fool to think that he can force me to present to him! Tell him to fulfill his duty as my Alpha or—,” Okoye drags the man closer to her face, “I will tear his knot from his cock and feed it to the crocodiles!”

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mickimomo · 1 year ago

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Smile At Me For Once - (Attoye)

I finally got the motivation to write Attoye again! I figured I’d do a few warm ups again, by writing out little prompts that have been living rent free in my mind while working on the next chapters of my fics. Enjoy! :)

p.s. this isn’t set in the Sun and the Sky AU. It’s just post-BPWF, after a treaty has been signed.

Since the treaty was signed between Wakanda and Talokan, little workshops were being held between the two nations to give the people opportunities to learn new skills and build friendships.

Okoye had been very eager to sign up for a few artsy and combat workshops. The midnight angel was hopeful to learn some new ways to kick ass but also embrace this foreign culture. Throughout the entire cultural exchange, she had been very openminded about it all until she had crossed paths with Attuma in a sparring workshop where they played a rougher version of hot potato mixed with floor hockey using a weaker water bomb and wooden spears.

Essentially, you had an unknown number of hits to get the ball in a goal.

If it explodes while you’re maneuvering it around, you’re out until your team scores a goal.

It was a fun game that really boosted everyone’s morale but seeing Attuma and Okoye go against each other while their teammates sat on the bench with bated breaths really got everyone invested.

The man had used every chance he had to be near her, trying his hardest to start a conversation as he maneuvered around her. Through mean mugs and stank eyes, Attuma refused to leave her side. Even causing his team to lose a couple of rounds until she made it clear that she only wished to kick his ass.

Attuma understood that as, ‘I will only respect you if you defeat me or lose to me after giving your all.’

Okoye left the workshop sore, wet, and tattered while Attuma watched her retreat with a bruised grin and blood-filled rebreather.

He had managed to win a few rounds, but he played nastier than she ever wished to discuss or think about after today.

It wasn’t even nasty in a dishonorable cheating manner.

He just played without mercy or restraint or any sense of personal space. This resulted in Okoye having to literally fight for her life or peel him off of her.

There were moments where the wind had been knocked out of her and other moments where Attuma had sent her flipping across the field. He’d always be there to break her falls though, unintentionally groping her during inspections that often ended with gentle touches and the occasional Band-Aid.

Okoye never complained out loud though.

If he wanted to be rough, she could be just as rough.

She had been successful enough to knock him down a few times, but it always left her muscles screaming at how much strength it required to send the blue titan into the muddy earth.

Once she claimed the final victory, earning cheers from her team, Okoye left. She could feel Attuma’s gaze on her back, but she refused to turn around.

She was a wounded cat, desperate to lick her wounds in private.

“Um...Okoye...why did Attuma pin you down like that-”

“-Because he is an idiot.”

“Well, you look like you had fun.” Aneka grinned.

“Do I look like I had fun?” Okoye turned to glare at her friend.

“Well, now you don’t.” She pouted.

“I hope I never have another workshop with that man present.”

“Eh? Why?”

Okoye’s eyes burned into the midnight angel, forcing her to lift her hands in surrender.

“I’ll be quiet.”

“Good.”

Aneka remained quiet as they left the muddy field.

Okoye’s wish of not seeing Attuma had been granted by Bast temporarily.

She’d gone to weaving workshops, cooking workshops, and even carving workshops without seeing Attuma.

It was all going well until she went to the painting workshop that was being led by the king of Talokan.

She should have known Attuma had been praying to Chaac to see her when the sky opened and dropped an ocean’s load of rain.

The downpour was relentless as it soaked her clothes and pebbled her skin, scolding her until she moved faster.

Sandaled feet carried her towards the citadel and down a gilded hallway before she entered the workshop room that was at the beginning of a well-lit corridor.

Rain dripped from her eyelashes as her eyes scanned the room, eager to find a seat without disrupting the class.

Attuma was the only one sitting by himself in the back, while the king paced the front of the room, talking about a painting he had created.

Namor seemed fixated on the painting he had done while he talked, so now was the best time to go.

She gritted her teeth and mouthed a slew of curses as she took off her shoes and tip toed to the empty seat next to the warrior.

Dark brown eyes locked onto her as she quietly pulled out the chair and sat down, successfully making her way in without Namor noticing.

Attuma breathed out a single word.

“In ba’ate’el.” (Warrior.)

But this time, it made her skin feel warm as it fell from his covered lips.

It had somehow gone from something he called her out of respect to perhaps a term of endearment. A nickname between foes to something Okoye refused to acknowledge.

Attuma accepted her glare as a warm welcome before sliding her a few pieces of paper.

“I.” He gently touched his chest. “Write.” He pointed at the papers.

She glanced at the papers apprehensively before taking them when she realized they contained details on the culture behind today’s workshop. Little fun facts and important moments of Talokanil history written neatly in English.

She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t impressed by his act of kindness.

It was clear that whatever his king had written on the board had been duplicated neatly- just for her.

He stared at her, patiently waiting for an ounce of praise.

“Thanks.”

He allowed his lips to curl upward behind his rebreather before he refocused on the speaking king.

Her eyes moved forward too, watching the king pause to put down a piece of paper.

“Alright. Now that we’ve covered the history, let’s jump into today’s craft.” Namor smiled. “Today, you will be working in pairs to create a mural of each other. In Talokan, we keep our culture strong by spilling our history into our art. We tell stories, sing songs, weave tapestries, write music, carve statues, and paint grand murals to record the past. Then, each generation adds to it. This makes our art better and the culture richer.” He lifted up a large painting. “Here is a small example I whipped together for this class. Here we have Chaac leading our priest to the plant that helped our ancestors move to the sea.”

He began to repeat himself, speaking in his mother tongue.

Her ears were able to pick up a handful of words to verify it, but she eventually tuned him out as she took in the large painting.

Namor was talented.

Talented felt like a small word.

An insult almost.

His painting skills were known to be amongst the greatest between both nations, so it made sense that he was leading this workshop. However, seeing his craft in person truly left the group speechless.

The mural was detailed, swirling with various cool tones.

Somber ceruleans, rich viridians, and regal violets.

Sprinkles of sand and clay browns as painted hands reached for a plant that floated down from a watching deity.

Everything was outlined with obsidian and highlighted with white and lighter cool tones.

He pointed at each component of the painting before looking up at everyone. “The story is clear that this is how Talokan came to be.” He put the painting down. “I want you all to work together to make a story about the two of you and paint it. At the end of this workshop, you all will present it to the group.”

He repeated himself once more in Yucatec Mayan before he moved forward to start handing out materials. “If you have any questions for me, please do not hesitate to ask. We have three hours to work on this, so please pour out your creativity and make something beautiful and meaningful with your partner.”

Okoye recoiled at the word ‘partner’ as he began his final translation.

Attuma on the other hand was elated.

His eyes moved to the woman beside him, drinking in her soaked attire.

He was used to seeing her in uniform, but today she was wearing a cropped orange and yellow blouse that tied in the front with a floor length orange and red skirt that moved like lava whenever she walked. She was heavily accessorized with golden bangles, a gold idzila, and a few jade waist beads.

Before he could take in anymore of her beauty, she snapped her red polished fingers in front of his face, sporting a scowl she always wore around him.

He blinked and she sighed before moving forward to place a kimoyo bead in his ear.

The world sounded foreign until she tapped her bracelet and looked up at him curiously.

“Do you understand me?”

He blinked before nodding slowly. “Yes. Can you understand me?”

She nodded. “Yes. Technology.” She offered jokingly before leaning back. “So, we need to tell a story. Let’s make some draft sketches of the mural and then pick the best one.”

“Ok.” He nodded. “Do you want to work separately, or do you want to work together on these drafts?”

“Separately.”

“Ok.”

“Let’s regroup in twenty minutes.” She tapped her kimoyo beads to set a timer.

“Ok.”

He watched her grab a piece of scrap paper and begin to doodle before doing the same.

Every few minutes, he would glance at her, stare at her longingly, get scolded, and refocus on his work.

By the time the twenty minutes was up, he had twenty drafts and she had four.

“I’m surprised you have so many.”

“I’d probably have more if you didn’t yell at me so much.”

“It is difficult to do my task with a creep staring holes into my head.”

“I’m not a creep. I was referencing your features. Your face has to be a part of the mural.”

She gave him a pointed look before she began to lay out her drafts. “Well, let’s see what we’ve got.”

He nodded before laying out his drafts.

He had drawn Okoye twenty times, each one slightly lewder than the first time.

Okoye on the other hand had drawn both of them, taking inspiration from Namor’s style as she drew out different tales from different battles, they’d fought each other in.

There was depth and details and a story.

Everything that was supposed to be there but was missing in Attuma’s work.

He could draw, but nothing he created told a story.

It didn’t capture anything more than the curve of her breasts and ass- amidst the vibrancy of her eyes and fierce scowl she always wore around him.

Very similar to the one she wears now.

“What do you think?” He smiled warmly at her.

“Attuma, you are talented...” She started. “...but you lack the ability to write a story. In fact, you drew me explicitly in every draft.”

“The way I have drawn you is not offensive to my people. Is it offensive to yours?”

“No, but I am more than my tits and ass.”

“Would it look better if I added myself?”

“Why-” She pinched the bridge of her nose to compose herself. “Quality over Quantity. Have you ever heard that phrase before?”

He thought it over. “Not exactly like that...”

“But you understand what I mean, yes?”

“Could you explain?”

“You have nothing more to offer to this idea besides explicit doodles of me. Although the doodles look nice, it’s the same thing... which means you’ve basically given only one idea.” She held up an index finger. “One idea that can’t be used or enjoyed by anyone because there’s no story or lore or creativity behind it.”

“But you are beautiful.”

“Right, but that’s not the theme of this mural. People will get tired of seeing the same thing over and over again. If I showed someone the same doodle twenty times, under the façade that it was something new each time, they’d grow sick of me. Which is why I’m disappointed with your drafts… beyond the obvious explicitness.” She shot him a look as he listened attentively. “We have to be innovative and creative. Just because it has Attuma and Okoye in it, doesn’t mean it’s good. Especially if it’s just the same thing over and over and over again. Whatever we present has to be new and additive to the story we’re trying to tell and something we’re proud of. We have to present this at the end, you know. It should be something of good quality. Something I would want to hang up in my living room and read books under.”

“Then let’s look at your ideas.” He tilted his head. “Maybe I can help draw one of those in a rough draft before we work on the mural.” He offered a small smile. “Whatever we make, I want it to make you happy.”

Okoye nodded as she looked away shyly. “Ok.”

Her four drafts were amazing, each blending the cultures of Wakanda and Talokan to create an ornate mural.

The first one centered around Bast and Chaac blessing her and Attuma in combat as they fought on a bridge.

The second portrayed a midnight angel descending on a warrior adorned with the head of a hammerhead shark, pointing her spear with a vow of sending him off to his ancestors.

The third centered around her kicking Attuma off the sea leopard and into the sea.

The fourth centered around Attuma pointing down at Okoye while she stood underneath an aircraft, holding a child close.

She spent a few minutes explaining each doodle before waiting for Attuma to pick one to work on.

He stared at each doodle with great focus before picking up the third one. “This one.”

She looked at it. “Why?”

“In that moment, we truly became equals.”

“You looked down on me before I kicked you off that ship?”

“No, but the fire in your eyes burned the brightest that day.” He smiled fondly at the doodle. “It makes me wish we had never been enemies.” His smile dropped. “Perhaps you wouldn’t glare at me as much.”

Okoye stared at him as they sat in silence for a minute or two.

“I glare at everyone.” She huffed under her breath, ignoring how his eyes brightened as she looked away.

“I will keep that in mind and not be offended by your angry gaze.”

“Yeah.” She dismissed him, suddenly feeling uncomfortable by her attempt at comforting him. “How long do you need to add your own style to it?”

“Twenty minutes.”

“Ok.” She set another timer. “I’ll start making paint swatches, so we know what colors we want to use.”

“Ok.”

The pair worked quietly on their parts of the project before regrouping when the timer went off.

Okoye looked the doodle over, while Attuma waited patiently for her feedback.

“This looks good to me.” She looked over the patterns he included to add more dimension to the mural. He even cleaned up the design of her characters, being mindful to not erase the notes of her culture she had woven throughout the design.

There were a few creative differences incorporated, but it was definitely something she wouldn’t mind hanging on her living room wall if everything turned out great in the end.

“Can we start working on the sheet of canvas now?”

“I think so.” Okoye nodded. “You can draw the outline and then I’ll paint it.”

“Do a rough draft of what colors you want to use on the draft I just finished while I work.” He glanced up at her. “I don’t want to be in your way when you’re painting.”

“Ok.”

Attuma took a deep breath as he lifted the roll of canvas and rolled it out on the floor. Azure fingers began to spread out the dense material before he grabbed a piece of charcoal and got to work.

Nimble fingers skillfully mixed different colors of paint on a palette before pressing themselves into the wet paint.

She stamped her finger into the areas to denote where each color would go, occasionally going over colors with something different when it didn’t look how she wanted.

Once she was satisfied with her work, Okoye dried her fingers off on a rag and turned back to face Attuma with curious eyes.

At some point while she was working, he had pulled his hair up into a messy bun, failing to catch every single fly away.

His brows were furrowed in concentration while his hands moved with precision and accuracy across the canvas.

Upon closer inspection, it dawned on her that Attuma wasn’t dressed in his usual uniform.

He had on a long jade skirt that complimented his many piercings and a thick band of cream cloth that wrapped around his waist twice before trailing a line diagonally up and over his shoulder.

He didn’t even have his headdress on.

He instead wore a viridian and a cream feather tucked behind his ear with a few shark teeth charms attached to the handful of braids that had been neatly done throughout his hair.

At a quick glance, he looked like a sculpture of a deity who was heavily invested in something.

He was some sort of sea god or water god.

Enchanting her like a siren, luring a pirate out to his demise.

His gaze lifted to meet hers for a moment before he lifted his brow in curiosity.

“Is something wrong?”

“No.”

“You’re staring.”

“I just wanted to make sure I mixed the right shade of blue for your skin.”

“You can do swatches of paint on my back to test it out if you want.”

“No need.” She turned around, flustered, and ashamed that she had been caught.

Attuma chuckled softly as he refocused on his work.

Once he was done, he got up and leaned over her, forcing her to meet his gaze.

“It’s your turn, warrior.”

“Okoye.”

“Hm?”

“My name is Okoye.”

“My apologies. It is your turn, Okoye.”

She offered a small nod before getting up and retreating to the floor.

“Is this okay?” She held up her rough draft.

“It’s perfect.”

“Ok.”

Attuma sat at the table and watched her begin to paint, being extra careful to be neat with each stroke.

Time moved slowly as Okoye worked.

He watched her every move quietly, being mindful not to gawk or make her uncomfortable.

If he was a water god, then she was a goddess of fire.

Beautiful opposites that could destroy one another if not careful but be steamy if allowed to mix.

Okoye could feel him staring but decided not to acknowledge it.

Once she was done painting, Attuma sat back down to finish outlining and highlighting the mural before they signed the bottom right corner.

The pair stepped back to admire their work, covered in smudges of charcoal and a few flecks of paint.

“We’re done.” Okoye breathed out.

“Mhm.”

“We did it.”

“We did.”

“Alright.” Namor spoke up. “While some of you add the finishing touches to your mural, let’s start presenting so that we can clean up and go.” His eyes scanned the room. “Do I have any volunteers?”

Okoye kept her hand down, but Attuma raised his hand.

Her eyes burned into the warrior as Namor grinned.

“Great! Attuma and Okoye will be our first presenters.” He waved them forward. “Come to the front and discuss the lore of your mural.”

Okoye sighed as she helped Attuma lift their mural and carry it to the front of the room.

Gasps filled the air as everyone took in the painting.

The painting was mostly various hues of blue, teal, and gold.

An unmasked midnight angel, striking Attuma into the waves with fire in her eyes.

Instead of painting a ship or an actual sea leopard, a large black panther was painted fighting with a feathered sea serpent in the sea.

The people of Wakanda were denoted by small purple panther cubs clinging to the panther’s back and the people of Talokan were denoted by small jade serpents trying to move up K’uk’ulkan’s back.

Attuma explained it all in Yucatec Mayan first before Okoye spoke in Xhosa.

He removed the kimoyo bead in his ear to relish in the sound of her explaining things in her own mother tongue.

It was beautiful.

She was beautiful.

Her lips stopped moving as her dark brown eyes moved to meet his.

She looked him over as the sound of clapping and soft cheers filled the air.

It all became background noise the moment she smiled at Attuma.

His skin purpled as she parted her lips to say, “Dios bo’otik.” (Thank you.)

“In k’áatech.” (I love you.) He breathed out.

“Huh?”

“Mixba’al.” (You’re welcome.) He spoke up as his blush deepened.

“Ah.” Okoye laughed softly as she looked away.

“That was a brilliant presentation you two! Thank you for volunteering to share first.” Namor beamed at them.

“Thank Attuma.” She jutted a thumb at the General before taking the mural from him. “I just wanted some art for my home.”

Attuma watched her quietly, drinking in all the joy that crossed her face before looking at his king with wide eyes when he snapped his fingers.

He arched a brow before realizing he was gawking at Okoye again.

Namor only shook his head as Attuma retreated and chuckled. “Alright, who’s next?”

The End

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mamajankyy · 2 years ago

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IN TODAYS ADVENTURES OF SHARK BOY AND WARRIOR GIRL:

Summary: Attuma is ill and Okoye is there to aid him back to health.

Word count: 1.4k

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Okoye’s loyalty to those she loves is immovable, impenetrable, and unwavering; in short, she doesn’t quit. A life devoted to battle and protecting shaped her into the impeccable warrior she is now. Stripping of title or stature would never change that. She had fought countless fights against countless foes that ranged in species and color. There was one fight that had her considering waving her white flag and rewriting everything she knew to be true about herself.

Caring for an ill man. A massive, blue, bullheaded, shark tooth-adorned man-child baby.

A lot of the traits he took on while ill were ones he possessed regularly, but it was as if they were magnified and multiplied ten times over. Clingy, touchy, cocky, smothering, and needy all in all a nuisance to Okoye, especially when she’s trying to be of assistance. She may think it, but she would never voice her feelings about sick Tuma.

A sewage problem and a forgetful Attuma did not make a good combination. The city Okoye lived in had backed-up pipes and everyone in the area was urged not to use tap water until further notice. Okoye made sure to inform Attuma of this so he’d use filtered water to refill his rebreathers when necessary. She even went so far as to leave some bottles out for him. Attuma did not heed her warnings and now he was suffering the consequences. A nasty stomach bug and an insane fever morphed him into a being she’d never expect from Attuma.

Now here they were in their very large bathroom. Attuma sprawled out in their massive spa-sized tub. It may as well have been an indoor pool, but Okoye felt the size was perfect for her Shark. She was sitting on the edge of the tub dabbing his forehead with a wet washcloth. Doing whatever to help quell his aches really.

“I do not get sick” He protested. It’d been three days of the same weightless declarations.

How Okoye had managed not to blow a fuse? She was unsure.

“Then explain the profuse sweating and how you struggle to keep something as meager as vegetable broth down. Hm?” Okoye retorted as she swatted his wandering hands to continue her task of drenching him in cooled water. She tilted his head upwards to wipe beads of, said sweat, before they dropped; and then kissed the newly dry spot.

“Perspiration is to be expected when one is in close contact with the sun, no?” Attuma’s face twisted slightly as he talked through another gut-twisting pain, trying his very best to convince her he was fine. “Come join me in K’iino, the water’s excellent” He smiled at her and moved his hand to rest on her knee, just below the hem of her dress. His thumbs kneaded her smooth skin, and since she hadn’t removed his hands yet, he tested his luck moving his ministrations further up north.

She hadn’t missed the flash of discomfort on his face, so she allowed his hands to wander up her dress for a few moments, just to see just how convincing he thought he really was. She plucked them away once they were dangerously close to the apex of her thighs.

Who did he think he was fooling?

Okoye kissed her teeth and stepped just out of his reach. “Had you used the head that faces the sky instead of the one that cowers beneath your loincloth you would not be in the tub looking like a sweaty plum.” Her voice was soft, almost sweet, but there was still that tinge of annoyance. She didn’t feel right snapping at him completely, especially when he was trying very hard to downplay his true feelings; but she still made sure to get her point across.

It was true, due to his ill state and constant perspiration he had taken on a purplish hue.

“It does not cower! My bearings are proud, as am I. Come here and I will make you proud as we-“His offer was cut short by another wave of stomach pain.

It was rare for the Talokanil to be struck ill. The herb that was welded into their DNA rendered them immune to many illnesses. Attuma’s insides were quite literally battling to expel all of the foreign bacteria that’d infiltrated his systems. As respected of a General as he was, he was sure that this was a battle he wouldn’t victor. This may as well have been his Endgame..no Thanos.

“Oh, my love” Okoye cooed as she resumed her spot beside him. She leaned over enough to rub his stomach in an attempt to soothe him. The close proximity allowed her to lay a few kisses along the side of his head and she did so. That slightly annoyed tone she had before was now reduced to a much more loving and syrupy one. She found herself switching between the two very often with Attuma, especially now.

The warrior was losing her battle as well. Knowing the illness and pain Attuma was experiencing was all new to him tugged at her heart voraciously. It was hard to see her affectionate brute in this state. What may have been a mere stomach virus to any surface dweller was doing a number on her beloved husband.

When she first noticed something was off with Attuma she practically dragged him to Shuri for testing. His symptoms weren’t severe due to his enhanced DNA, but lack of appetite was not something Okoye was going to let slide. Attuma thought it was silly but the thought of being an added stress to his love was bigger than his protesting. Shuri ran plenty of tests and once she found it was from the water the only aid she’d been able to give was the virus simply had to run its course. If the General wasn’t back to himself by the end of the week Shuri told them to come back to the lab.

Okoye tried to get Attuma to go back to Talokan until he felt better, she figured being out of the water didn’t make sense when he could be home with his healers. Of course, Attuma refused. Shuri planted the seed of Okoye taking care of him until he was better and a much more lewd image had taken root in his mind. He was thinking more along the lines of those sexy maid costumes M’Baku showed him once before. Those fantasies were quickly shelved once the stomach griping started.

True to her word, Okoye had been by his side without faltering. Though she nearly had to pull her spear on him just to get him to rest for more than 10 minutes, she took the task with stride. She made him light meals that wouldn’t upset his stomach too much, rubbed and massaged his stomach until he fell asleep in her arms, braided his hair so it wouldn’t be a tangled mess, and did whatever else she could think of to bring him any form of reprieve.

“K’iino… I’m sure I will be immediately healed if you just joined me. I will not turn my mind loose and get handsy. I promise” Okoye couldn’t help the snort that slipped due to Attuma returning the phrases she often used against him.

Her heart ached for him, and she found herself tossing her dress somewhere unknown and climbing into the water with him. She settled in behind him and he sunk so that his head rested on her chest. The position was awkward given the setting, but she was just thankful she’d gotten a big enough tub where they could both fit comfortably. Especially since she discovered Attuma liked to be the little spoon when he was sick.

Cuddling was always high on his list of Okoye related favorites. He loved laying on her chest and letting her heart’s rhythm play in his ears. He also loved being engulfed by her scent, which never failed to quiet any anxieties he may have. She was essential in his healing as well as his general well-being.

Okoye pressed a few kisses to his head before she began massaging his scalp. They stayed like that until Attuma convinced her he was okay to lay in their bed. She made quick work of cleaning the bathroom and discarding her soaked undergarments. When she finally entered their bedroom she found him curled up with one of her pillows in the center of their bed asleep. She cut on the humidifiers and climbed into bed. Once she was comfortable behind him, she draped her arm across his waist and began rubbing large circles until she joined him in a deep slumber.

Attuma be like.

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siancore · 2 years ago

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“Your beauty has no rival,” said Attuma while holding Okoye’s gaze.

She became somewhat bashful at his admission as a sweet smile graced her lips.

“The stars in your midnight skies are envious of you,” Attuma continued. “For they can only wish to be half as beautiful as you, and just as bright.”

Okoye said nothing as her eyes softened further at his earnest words.

“You possess me, Okoye. You possess all of my desires. How can I be away from you? My want for you is too great. Do you want me as well?”

Okoye let out a shaky breath and said, “Yes. Yes, Attuma. I want you, too.”

#okoye x attuma #attoye #attuma x okoye #attoye snippet #someone come yell encouraging words at me so i can finish this fic

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dontruinmymorning · 2 years ago

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MY SHIP IS SAILING 🚢🚢🚢

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neptoons1998 · 2 years ago

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Black pearls

A/N: It's back so I'm late.

Previously

Nomora knew something was going on. She couldn’t believe it took her this long to figure it out!

what her idiot cousin was doing would be considered treason. Their god would have grounds to execute him, and that sent shivers down her spine. Had he no loyalty to their god? She thought.

Nomora frowned as she waited for her cousin to arrive.

Attuma was tired of the training he performed and wanted to see his sun. Attuma couldn’t wait for Okoye to run her fingers in his hair as he slipped into slumber. He could already imagine it

“A surface dweller,” Nomora hissed out as her index finger pointed sharply at Attuma’s chest. Attuma looked confused until he understood what his cousin was accusing him of.

“How did you know?” Attuma asked. Attuma was many things but he wasn’t a lair. Which causes Namora to be enraged. How dare he not have shame?

“That’s all you have to say?” Nomora snapped at him. “Do you have any idea what danger you were about to us in?”

“Okoye would not have told. She can keep a secret,” Attuma said trying to comfort his cousin’s worries. Nomora couldn’t help but look at Attuma.

“Okoye,” she whispered testing the name under her lips. Attuma has gotten too close, Nomora thoughts, “That’s surface dweller’s name.” As she gave a face of disgust, her cousin should’ve picked a better-named surface dweller name.

“She’s not just a surface dweller,” Attuma snapped at his cousin. His eyes plead at her in the hope she would understand what him, “She’s more than that.”

Nomora gave a scoff she was doing everything in her power to make sure her dear cousin would not be executed for his stupid action of exposing them to the surface world. If Nomora didn’t know any better she would say he grew a fondness for this Okoye, “Well you won’t be seeing Okoye anymore.”

Attuma was blinded by rage, he knew Nomora was dangerous. She might be small but she made up for that by her quickness and her ability to subdue her opponent quickly. He use his body as he slammed his cousin on one of the rough coral rocks,” What did you do Nomora?”

Nomora always knew her cousin was stronger than her. That was given based on his size, but she never thought he would use his strength against her. Nomora was still shocked at what her cousin did to her.

“Answer me,” Attuma growled out. Norma’s eyes flicked over to look at him, “Something that would ensure she won’t come visiting the waters again.”

#attuma x okoye #fanfiction #ao3 #fanfic #writing #okoye x attuma #attoye fics

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tvreadsandsleep · 2 years ago

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Has anyone written a fanfic where Okoye is taken to Talokan along with Shuri and Riri? If not then someone should. And they should make it extra dramatic by having Attuma take Okoye to Talokan without Namor and Namora’s knowledge. Then they should be extra, extra dramatic by having the water bomb that hit Okoye give her some kind of memory damage/amnesia...

Imagine, Attuma keeps Okoye hidden in another cave far from the others and visits her when he can, bringing her food and taking care of her. I don’t know how he gets her to stay put (because I feel like even with memory damage Okoye would still have a strong sense of duty and an urge to do something that wasn’t just sitting around), but maybe he makes up some story about colonizers attacking her and having to keep her hidden way in order to protect her???

When Nakia rescues Shuri and Riri, she asks where Okoye is and, of course, they don’t know, having assumed that she safely returned to Wakanda. Everyone goes on to think that she was killed by the Talokanil. Everything happens as it did in the movie (except Okoye isn’t stripped of her title): Namor kills Queen Ramonda, Wakanda and Talokan go to war and Namor yields to Shuri.

Wakanda and Talokan go on to start peace negotiations and it’s during this time that Okoye is discovered alive in Talokan. Maybe Namora follows Attuma to where he has Okoye hidden because his absences have become longer and more apparent (cause Attoye is falling in love y’all!). She, without a doubt, goes straight to Namor with the information. Namor is furious and fearful that the negotiations between their two nations will be destroyed once Wakanda finds out about the kidnapping of their most respected General.

And that’s all I got...

#okoye x attuma #attuma x okoye #attoye #i don't have the range #but i know someone out there does #the drama would be so delicious though #attuma fighting to get okoye back after his lies are revealed #and she goes back to wakanda #okoye being so angry she can hardly see straight #but also missing him and their time together #namor and shuri fighting to keep things afloat #cause of course there's a side of seaprincess #also if there's fic like this #please point me in the direction

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karisomk · 2 years ago

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Drawn to you fic part 2

On a03 I will be filling in the gaps and everything but I did want to write this part out and Attuma's behavior right after he escalates with W'Kabi. Drawn to you Fic that this will be tied to in the next chapter. https://archiveofourown.org/works/45881512

"You killed him." Okoye whispered.

"He fell over." Attuma's hoarse voice echoed around them near the staircase.

"Attuma-"

"No, you saw it. He fell over and lost his grip on the railing and I couldn't save him."

Okoye went quiet, her gaze glued to the spot where W'Kabi once stood. That sickening thud will forever be seared into her mind. She didn't notice that Attuma was still talking to her until she felt a hand touch her cheek and then her chin. The faint scent of blood on Attuma's hands mixed in with Attuma's cologne. His hands were bruised and bloodied. With a gentle touch, he directed her face to look at him," Okoye? In yakunaj, hey. Look at me."

This time she did look at him, with a pitiful look even as tears began to form in her eyes. Regret only formed in Attuma's heart due to seeing Okoye like this, he would rather for this to happen if she wasn't here. But he would spend his time making sure she was well afterward.

"Go and get your things, pack all that you would like to take with you," Attuma said so quietly, pulling her up to her feet. Attuma watched her take slow steps, disappearing down the corridor to the bedroom she once shared with her former spouse. W'Kabi noticed Attuma looking at Okoye too long earlier today, so he immediately asked what he was staring at. Attuma bluntly admitted it was Okoye who looked beautiful in her red dress. It took everything in Attuma to not admit, he was visualizing taking that dress off her. And how he knew that she did not have panties on at this moment just for him.

Okoye wanted to intervene in the conversation, insisting that Attuma meant nothing about it. But Attuma chuckled when W'Kabi began to slowly close the distance between them. His temper didn't flare until W'Kabi told him, Okoye would never be interested in someone like him. Emphasizing that she was HIS wife, though he knew she had to be seeing someone else."I wouldn't blame your wife if she was fucking another. She could walk right in front of you with her ass out and you wouldn't even notice. Do not act surprised that she has to get that attention elsewhere. " The moment those words left Attuma W'Kabi struck Attuma in his jaw hard. A brawl broke out right in front of Okoye, which trailed from the office out into the corridor near the stairs. Each time Okoye tried breaking them up by getting their attention or trying to pull Attuma off W'Kabi, she was knocked back in response. Both men traded vicious blows, that feral grin forming on his lips all the more W'Kabi hit him back.

"I should have never let you in my home!" W'Kabi yelled at Attuma, trying to knock him off his feet. But Attuma was bigger than W'Kabi and stronger, Attuma kept pushing him closer to the railing.

Attuma rammed W'Kabi's back into the wood railing, it groaned against the sudden weight of the two. W'Kabi toppled over with one more shove, though tried desperately to either grab onto Attuma or the railing. That grin was the last thing W'Kabi saw. Not his wife's face but Attuma's.Attuma glanced at his hands and made his way downstairs, reaching into his coat pocket while double-locking the door. He wiped his hands, in an attempt to get some of the blood off. He tilted his head at W'Kabi's lifeless body, the pained shocked expression seemed to be the final look on his face.

He kneeled carefully by him, eyeing the pool of blood around his head before settling on his face. Sighing some reaching to shut W'Kabi's bloodshot eyes closed, "Even now you continue to be an inconvenience."

His months of visiting the couple, well mostly Okoye, had allowed him to come familiar with the luxurious home. Grabbing bundles of blankets from a spare room on the first floor, Attuma spread the few blankets fully over the body only to cover him. There were options here, he could bury W'Kabi or he would drop him in the sea as well. Perhaps with weights, or by just chumming up the water and giving a gift to the animals he adored the most. Sharks. A boat was going to be needed, and the process of doing this when not in the presence of Okoye.

Attuma got to his feet going back up the stairs to look for Okoye, passing the empty dark rooms until finally, he came close to the grand bedroom. A suitcase lay open on the bed, partially filled with clothes and shoes. The sound of water running could be heard from the bathroom, Attuma stepped into the bedroom. Short silk lingerie dresses of various colors were scattered on the bed, Attuma eyed them all but brushed his dried blood fingers on the dark blue one. Everything came out a cost except this was a cost that Attuma believed he could easily pay. Okoye was worth it something W'Kabi took for granted. Attuma turned on his heel to go to the washroom, nudging the door open. Okoye's heels and black dress were in a pile, while she was in the shower. The bathroom was spacious, built with a spa-like bathtub built for two, and a glass walk-in shower that was with shower. Attuma still saw her, her silhouette even among the fogged-up glass. Disrobing himself, Attuma placed his own clothing into a pile and opened the glass door to join her.

The sudden gush of cold air made her gasp and move away from the door, Okoye's eyes were red from crying. Closing the door behind him when he stepped in, Attuma ran his hand underneath the hot streaming showerhead while freely eyeing Okoye. He didn't understand it fully, she mourning someone she despised openly with him. Perhaps it was the familiarity, that will be forever lost with her dead husband. "You will not waste any more tears on him, I will not let you." he whispered

Attuma moved to her, pulling her wet frame close to him. Kissing her brow, smoothing out the worry lines that dared to show. Trailing kisses all over her face and neck, his bruised hands running down her frame and grabbing her buttocks lightly. Holding on to her lightly, he eased her back until she was pressed against the marble shower walls.

"No more will be the days, you will go to bed unloved and longing for someone to look at you will such desire," Attuma whispered to her, pressing his temple to hers only to capture her lips afterward.

The groan that came from her merely encouraged him. Lifting her up, Okoye wrapped her legs around him to hold on. Attuma shielding her from the spray of the water, she buried her face into his shoulder when she felt his tip rub against her entrance. That unforgiving sting of being stretched out when his length began to enter, her legs squeezed him lightly in response. Attuma set that unforgiving pace, wanting to feel Okoye cling to him with that familiar burning on his back from her scratches. He will rid Okoye of that mournful look, memories of W'Kabi's body with each touch, and declaration of love for her.

"You take me so well, In yakunaj. You were made for me as I was made for you" Attuma groaned. Okoye held onto him tightly, begging him not to stop. Even as her legs began to shake from the overwhelming pleasure, Attuma kept his rough pace abusing that pleasured spot within her over and over.

"Come for me, my sweet. No more, do you have to keep your voice down with me."

The wet kisses that Attuma placed on Okoye's neck, to be denied so long to not be able to mark her as his. He couldn't help himself when he bit her in the heat of the moment. Okoye cried out climaxing hard against him."Fuck, Okoye," he muttered his thrusts only slowing just a moment. Her warm walls practically tried to milk him in the process, but still, he rolled his hips once more into her signaling to her he wasn't done just yet.

"Attuma, I can't," she whined softly. Attuma brushed his lips over the fresh bitemark, on which Okoye shivered.

"Yes, you can. I know you can," he whispered back starting up a slow pace.

Okoye's cries echoed in the bathroom and the bedroom. W'Kabi's lifeless body still remained on the ground floor, covered by the blankets that Attuma threw on him as if he was nothing.

#angst #fanfic writing #my fic #okoye x attuma #attuma x okoye #attoye #attuma #okoye #okoyuma

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