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The Siren and The Talokanil Warrior
A/N: Hello everyone :) I have updated the first chapter of The Siren and The Talokanil Warrior.... Pls don't come at me that I have taken a long time to come back to writing, I had to come back for y'all โค๏ธ. And now.... Ladies & Gens... Enjoy the ride ๐ *blows out a candle*
Chapter 1
After Wakanda and Talokan have gone into war, both sides had to mourn for the loses of their people, buried the love ones, and had to rebuild. Okoye is the general of the midnight angels with Aneka. MโBaku is Regent king until Shuri comes back from Haiti, but he has been hiding someone from the whole world.
โThere you go buddy, swim carefuly, alright?โ the woman smiles as she pats the whale and swims away as her tail shines as the sunlight seeps into the ocean.
โWell time to go, MโBaku and Umama must be waiting for me in river tribe borders๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ, she made her way up to the surface, swam towards her paddle boards and sat on it to let her tail dry but also looked around to check if no one has seen her as she stood up and paddled her way to the border of the river tribe in her paddle board.
She had a beautiful and rare tail for a siren, the only one in the Atlantic Ocean, and had a beauty like no one else that could compare.
โBrother, Umama Iโm back from my swimโ, she announced herself as she stopped her board at the edge of the entrace of the River tribe. She looked for her brother but he wasnโt there.
โAh jonga obuyileyoโ, Okoye gave the woman a kind smile as they talked in Xhosa.
โEwe Umamaโ, they hugged and thanked the river tribe for letting her swim from their borders.
โUmama, whereโs MโBaku?โ she asks.
โAt the palaceโ, the woman hummed in understanding.
โTell me Aiyana, howโs the whale doing?โ Okoye asks.
โItโs doing well, poor baby I couldnโt find the mother anywhereโ, she looked down as they enter the palace and Okoye hummed to understand her sadness.
โAiyana, weโre having a meeting as your brother is king and weโre meeting with the Serpent god king of Talokanโ, Okoye wanted to dismember all of them from what they have done to Wakanda.
โUmama umondeโ, Aiyana patted her mother's back to calm her down.
โHow can you be so calm if you werenโt at war?โ Aiyana couldโve swear she saw fumes coming out of her motherโs ears.
โUmama, when you all told me what has happened to Wakanda and the war, yes I was mad at the king and itโs people from Talokan. But if you want peace, you need to let go as the waves in the oceanโ, she turned around looking at her mother as she dries the rest of her hair.
Okoye looked at her daughter figure seriously as she wanted to burn holes into her daughterโs skull.
โUmama, if you keep looking at me like this youโre gonna make me faintโ, Aiyana arched an eyebrow as she looked at her mother.
โYouโre keen in thinking and strong and wise in words and behaviorโ, Okoye patted her cheek.
โEnkosi Umamaโ, she saluted her arms in respect.
Aiyana went up to her house to bath and change into a (dress) that was adorned with jewels she got from trading some of the medicine she made and did her hair into a braid lower ponytail. She then went down to the throne room where the meeting was taking place. Once she entered, everyone stopped talking and stared at her as she made her way to her brother.
โBrother MโBakuโ, she bowed.
โRise sister, sitโ, he smiled at his sister having almost everyone in shock, only the river representative smiled at Aiyana as she sat next to her brother and the other representatives.
โMโBaku, you never told us you had a sisterโ, the border tribe representative held in his shocked face as he looked at Aiyana.
โIโve kept my sister away from the horrors of this past war? yes, was it beneficial? Also yesโ, MโBaku smiled.
โShe couldโve help us to win the warโโ, spears were slammed into the floor by the Dora Milaje.
"Enough, I will not sit here and listen to your complaint", M'Baku added calmy interrupting the border tribe.
โWell Iโโ, he got interrupted a second time was mad.
โAre we gonna talk about me or the problem at hand today?โ Aiyana looked at the manโs eye for a good second before looking away to see the other representatives and the Talokanil king. She also noticed he was with two other people of high status.
โMaybe generals?โ she thought as she looked at the tall one with the hammerhead shark skull on his head.
Attuma stole a look of Aiyana when they looked eye to eye as everyone around them were talking about the problem at hand.
โQueen Shuri wants us to make an alliance with Talokanโ, MโBaku looked around the room.
โWe wonโt make an alliance with thisโฆ.fish people who brought us into war and destroyed our homeโ, the mining tribe expressed.
"Excuse me? if it wasn't for Wakanda sending one of their people to our nation for taking the scientist to kill her and killing one of ours to take both the princess and scientist then the war wouldn't have happened for your incompetence", soon the whole room was full of yelling to one another, and Aiyana sighed as the high pitch of the screams were bothering ger ears.
โThereโs a saying that goes โOnce an enemy, ALWAYS an allyโ", she stood up and walked around the tribes representtives and the talokanil king with his generals, "so if both kingdoms want peace, whatโs there to lose through this alliance? Both kingdoms suffered from loss of their people because recent war from both sides that are at fault, not just one but both. Both kingdoms suffered the consequence. From this, both kingdoms would be ready to protect each other if thereโs something coming in the future and can get know each other as wellโ, Aiyana held her head high as she was explaining everything.
โLetiโ jach naโatjaโanโ, the male general whispered to his king.
โI agree with your sister, King MโBaku. Sheโs keen at thought and wise as she speaks, Talokan would be ready to protect Wakanda from any future attacks and would always be here to give guidanceโ, Kโukโulkan said while looking at Aiyana as he expresses himself to the council.
โItshiwo kakuhleโ, Ayo whispered and Aiyana smiled.
โDo we all agree with Aiayana?โ almost all the tribes agreed to the plan.
โAlright Wakanda and Talokan will sign the peace treatyโ, which it has been signed by shuri and now by MโBaku and Kโukโulkan.
โWell this meeting is adjournedโ, they all bow to both kings to take their leave first and then Aiyana left with the Dora Milaje.
โSisterโ, MโBaku called out to Aiyana to come to him.
โYes brother?โ she ask.
โMeet the King of Talokan, Kโukโulkan and his generalsโ, MโBaku introducing them.
โKing Kโukโulkan and generals, itโs an honor to meet youโ, she bowed and looked at her brother.
โI must go, I have to go to my study and have training with Umama later onโ, she started to walk away but soon got stopped.
"K'uk'ulkan do forgive my rudeness in the throne room, both kingdoms need strengthed the union for both sides to be at peace with each other in the near future", Aiyana advised and took a look at Attuma once more before she turned around and left.
After Aiyana left, Attuma kept looking at where she walked still amazed by her beauty.
โLetiโe jach kiโichpamโ, Attuma declared as he remembers Aiyana, the way she spoked in the meeting. Enchanting. While Namora was looking at Attuma in disgust and wanted to stick her spear into his chest to put him in place. Kโukโulkan just looked at him with a smile.
โChoko poolech, ku tsโaik ascoโ, Namora said as she made her way outside to go home. Then Attuma and Kโukโulkan left after her. He wanted to know more about Aiyana, he was mesmerized by her beauty and how she held herself together in the midst of problems of the council.
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Translations:
Ah jonga obuyileyo- Look who came back
Ewe Umama- Yes mom
Umama- mom or mother
Umama umonde- Mom patience
Enkosi Umama- Thank you mom
Letiโ jach naโatjaโan- she's smart
Itshiwo kakuhle- Well said
Letiโe jach kiโichpam- Sheโs so beautiful
Choko poolech, ku tsโaik asco- You're crazy, it disgusts me
#HOT ATTUMA#Attuma#Liikik Talokan#Wakanda forever#HOT DADDY ATTUMA DONT GET IT TWISTED#attuma x OC#namora of talokan#k'uk'ulkan#shuri udaku#m'baku#black panther#black panther wakanda forever
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Chapter 18
My Sunshine
The Vibe:
Corinne Bailey Rae 11. Seasons Change
"Wanda is dead. I saw her die" Stranges says pacing away in his office. Looking absolutely ridiculous with his lounge clothes and a cloak.
"She's alive Stephen." I say exasperated
"Okay, I'll play. Let's say she's alive, which she's not. Why of all people would you go to her?" he gestures to himself, "I can help you."
"I'm not letting you anywhere near my memories thank you very much." I scoff at him, "I don't have time to bring you up to speed, I need to speak with her, and considering with what happened in Westview and your little multiverse incident, I don't know where her head is at mentally. All I'm asking is that you watch my back and be on standby" I plead
"Look I want to help you but that last thing we need is to instigate another fight with Wanda Maximoff, IF, she's even alive," Strange says. "If she's alive, I theorize she won't be happy seeing me, so no, I'm not going with you," I roll my eyes and stand up, ready to walk out, "I didn't say I wasn't going to help you," he says stopping me in my place
"Okay well, Stephen can you just spit it out some of us have shit to do," I say holding my hands out annoyed
He rolls his eyes and pulls out a display and uncovers it revealing a floating crystal ball, "This is the Orb of Agamotto. This allows me to monitor the universe and other surrounding dimensions. With the ability to 'Livestream' other planets and pinpoint magic users anywhere, except for those with the power to block its view. I can use this to watch you from a distance and if anything goes wrong, I'll portal to you and help"
I take a moment to think about it, "Fine, you have a deal" I say holding out my hand to him
He shakes my hand and smiles, "Does this mean I'm forgiven?"
"Ugh and you ruined it," I say, dropping my hand, rolling my eyes, and grabbing my sling ring, "For the record, I never really blamed you, and neither does Peter. You just happen to have an annoying face and that I can't forgive" I laugh to myself," Give me your phone" I say to Strange. He hands me his phone and I put my number in it and call myself so I have his number, "When I get there I'll call you and have you in my ear." I say putting an airpod in and giving back his phone. Pausing for a moment I take in a deep breath and exhale allowing myself to relax before opening a portal to the shuffling streets of Sokovia.
I step through turning to look at Strange, "If she's alive and as powerful as before she could easily sever my connection. Just keep that in mind." He warns. I nod my head and close the portal.
"Okay let's get this show on the road," I say to myself walking the down the city streets
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After getting some food and thinking about the next approach I decided instead of using a locator spell and exposing her safe space, I figure I'll summon her to me. So I picked the most public place I could think of.
A playground
Sitting on the bench watching the children play, I say in my head, "Wanda, I need your help" I call out to her making sure my intention is clear and that I mean no harm, "That should do the trick" I whisper to myself. I pull out my phone to call Strange, "Hey, she'll be here any minute. Can you see me?"
"You chose to bring 'The Scarlet Witch' to a playground?"
"She won't hurt the children," I say
"I once thought that too until she tried to murder America Chavez in front of me" he quips
"Yea well this time will be different Stephen," I say annoyed "Have a little hope will ya?"
He sighs, "You never told me why you need her specifically."
"I was told by my dead mother to go to her directly. She didn't say why, but I trust her judgment. Wanda may also have some info on someone else I'm looking for." I say rather quickly and annoyed
"So the short answer is you don't know," he says
"I've been on the phone with you for 2 mins and I already want to kick your ass," I say making us both laugh
"What's so funny?" I hear someone say near me, causing me to damn near jump out of my skin. It was Wanda sitting next to me in civilian clothes with her hair dripping wet.
"Good lord girl. You don't have to be so creepy" I say clutching my fake pearls
"You started It. I heard your little whispers in my ear while I was in the shower. I thought you had the drop on me." she laughs under her breath, "So why are you here? Don't you know I'm 'dead'? I'm sure Stephen told you. Right Stephen?" She asks a little louder
She knows
"Did you think I wouldn't know?" Wanda Asks
"Millie she's blocking me, I can't see you anymore," Stephen says in my ear, "I'm coming to you"
"Hold off Stephen," I say out loud, "It's okay" I pause looking at Wanda with a small smile, "Do you blame me? If I didn't come with some sort of backup, I'd be pretty dumb don't ya think?"
She looks at me for a while like she was searching for something in my face eventually looking away and letting out a large exhale, "I have been a real witch lately" she says causing me to laugh, "You said you needed my help and I could really use a distraction right now, so what can I do for you?"
"Hey, Stephen you still there?" I ask
"I'm still here. You still alive?" He asks
"Yep. I'm gonna let you go, I'm okay" I say to him
"Are you sure?"
"Mhmm, I'll text you later," I say before hanging up on him, "Let me buy you a drink. We've got a lot to talk about." I say standing up and holding out my hand to her
"One drink isn't going to cut it," She says taking my hand "Might have to buy the bar," she says making us both chuckle.
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Wanda and I have been venting and drinking for an hour or so at this dingy little bar in the middle of town. We both are sitting in a booth in the back of the room effectively away from the other patrons.
"So," I say before throwing back another tequila shot, "So out of grief you kidnapped and brainwashed a random town in New Jersey, Created a fake husband and children, and then traveled through other universes, blindly looking for said fake children?" I ask
"Well," Wanda taking a sip of her bourbon, "I feel like you're oversimplifying it a bit. Westview wasn't a random town, Vis bought us some land there to build us a home and my children are only fake here, they're very much real elsewhere, but... essentially yes you are correct." She says finishing the drink
"Wanda," I say rubbing my head from the sudden rush I'm feeling, "That like really sucks"
"I Know right? "Oh and let's not forget Pietro, my dead twin brother," She says nonchalantly
I burst out in laughter, I couldn't help myself at her candor, "I'm sorry that was so mean" I said trying to control myself.
Surprisingly Wanda joins me, "You are fucked up, you know that?" She says laughing with me
"I know! I know! I'm sorry, it's either you laugh or you cry and I'm tired of crying" I say catching my breath from laughing
"Couldn't have said it better myself" Wanda says collecting herself from laughing with me"So enough about me and my lifetime of trauma, fill me in on what's going on; why do you need my help?"
"Can I just so show you? It will be quicker" I ask holding my hand out to her
"Is it going to hurt?" She asks hesitantly
"No. I mean no one has complained before?" I say smiling and shrugging. She places her hand in mine and I use my memory transference on her filling her in on everything; my ghost mom and her past with the darkhold, the books from Wakanda, how peter found me in the lake, and my lack of memory.
"Wow," Wanda says taking her hand back, "You've got some serious power Millie, your magic is vast." She says rubbing her hand "Unpredictable too... It's very familiar."
"Well that wasn't ominous at all," I say a little creeped out, "Can you help me?"
"Yes, I think so. We'll need an open field and it's probably going to hurt" She says standing up "Come on we should get going"
"Fine," I say standing up and throwing some cash on the bar, "But can we not skip over the whole 'it's going to hurt thing"
"I imagine being struck by lightning doesn't feel good," She says walking out
"Well Fuck" I say following her
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The Vibe:
Bishop Briggs - Lessons of the Fire: Official Lyric Video | Devil In Ohio | Netflix
Wanda takes me to this field on the outskirts of town. It was surrounded by overarching trees and we were in the open center. When I look up I see nothing but a full moon and stars. The air was cool and the energy surrounding us was peaceful. Wanda had set up several candles around me in a circle and stepped out leaving me alone in the center
"Explain it to me one more time, " I say a little freaked out
"You need to summon the lightning to strike you"
"Okay but why?" I say a little freaked out
"The connection you and your ancestors have with nature runs deep in your blood. Channeling the weather seems to be something engrained in your DNA, specifically thunderstorms and lightning. A storm woke you up in that lake; you were struck by lightning. I'm hoping that with almost the same conditions, it could do the same for your mind. Make sense?" She finishes
"Yes, it does, I think. I'm sorry but I am scared the last time this happened it left me with a giant scar across my body." I say unconsciously rubbing my scar, "Are you sure you can't do some kind of spell?"
"I can't. Quite frankly I'm afraid too"
"What does that mean?" I scoff
"You possess multiple forms of magic. It shouldn't be possible to have more than 2 or 3. Millie, from what I felt from your hand and what you've shown me in your memories, you seem to possess 4. I'm afraid if I go poking around in your brain that you will unconsciously retaliate and that's the last thing we want to do."
Why is she being so cautious?
"What forms do you think I possess?"
"1 being eldritch magic, which you learned from the sorcerers. Accessible by humans, eldritch magic can be properly controlled by those with highly disciplined minds who have been trained in casting spells. Your ancestor Ayesha was a sorcerer supreme, so it's only natural that you have an affinity for this form. " Wanda pauses, I can tell she's a little hesitant to continue.
"Go on it's okay, I can take it," I say trying to convince her, and myself
"The second being Dark Magic, also known as Witchcraft. An extremely powerful and difficult type of magic used by sorcerers and witches to achieve their goals through morally questionable means.
"Morally questionable means? I would never hurt anyone.." I begin to say
"You wouldn't now, but what about you before your memory loss? Who's to say you weren't a bad guy? In your memories when your mother died you were taken by a coven of witches led by Agatha. Agatha isn't exactly a good witch; she's ancient and she's evil. I wouldn't be surprised that her influence on you wasn't positive, especially considering that she's also possessed the darkhold." Wanda sighs. "She was a pain in my ass, I'll take you to her after this."
She has a point, what if my memory comes back and I still have an allegiance to her? What If I lose my feelings for my current loved ones...
"Anyways" Wanda continues pulling me back from internal panic, "Dark magic can be combined with other types of magic, which leads me into your last 2 forms, darkhold and chaos Magic. When your mother was using the darkhold while pregnant with you, a portion of its power embedded itself in you. I am almost positive that's why are you able to use magic just by mentally displaying your intent."
"I can understand why I may have dark hold magic but chaos magic feels like a stretch. Due to its very nature, chaos magic is extremely unstable and requires a massive amount of energy and control to master it; I don't feel I'm at that level. I would have noticed by now right?"
"Like me, you were born with latent magical abilities, yours coming from your ancestors. Your generational power bestowment has given you vast immeasurable strength that was the perfect breeding ground for chaos magic. Let me ask you, have you been losing your temper or lost control of your powers lately?"
"Yea I have been losing control of my powers," I say thinking back to the incident in my bedroom and outside of the royal palace in Wakanda, "I also almost killed a man yesterday. Honestly, I think I could have done it if I wasn't stopped."
"Key signs. I knew your power felt familiar, I felt the chaotic energy pulsate through your veins; You're like me. If I fuck anything up messing with your memories you could go crazy destroying everything in sight. Do you get it now?" She says to me very seriously
"I do" I pause lost in my thoughts. After a few more seconds I hear a loud beep come from my pocket. I pull out the source of the noise and realize it was my pager.
It was a new voice message from Namor, I hold it to my ear and listen, "I miss you more Ki'ichpan"
Through messages and he still makes me swoon.
Feeling a little relaxed, I take in a deep breath, "What do I need to do"
Wanda holds out her hand, "Give me your beeper and your cell so they don't get destroyed." Doing as she says I throw my things in my sling bag and hand it to her, "Okay do what you need to do, to feel as connected to the nature surrounding us"
I take off my sneakers and socks linking my feet to the grass, "Okay" I nod to her
"You can already control the basic elements correct?"
"Yes," I say
"What are the conditions needed to cause a storm?" She asks me
"Storms form when warm, moist air rises into the cold air," I respond
"Make that happen," She says plainly
I silently nod my head and close my eyes; my feet are firmly planted on the ground and my hands are open at my side. I begin to box breathe:
In 1,2,3,4
Hold 1,2,3,4
Out 1,2,3,4
Repeat
Eventually, I feel myself relax, I'm only focused on the surrounding sound of the night; the wind around me was nothing more than a breeze. I was in a total moment of zen and for a while it was quiet. After minutes of silence, the wind around me began to dance and I feel the hair on my arms stand, "It's coming I can feel it" I said as the wind begins to pick up rapidly.
I open my eyes and lift my hand to the sky calling the lighting to me. I see storm clouds forming over us almost fully blocking out the moon, nearly leaving us in total darkness if not for the candles, "Come on" I yell to the storm. For a moment it grew eerily quiet but suddenly flashes of lights began to paint the sky; it was my lightning. Just as I began to smile with pride from the storm I created, a giant bolt of lightning makes it's way down, connecting to my hand and making my whole body seize.
The pain I feel is almost indescribable; not only did my body feel like every inch of me was on fire but my head felt like my brain was boiling inside my skull. For what felt like an eternity, but in reality, it was only a matter of seconds, the pain stopped and I fell to the ground. The only thing I remember before fading away was Wanda rushing to me, "Millie Wake up" she says, "Millie don't g-", was all I hear before slipping away.
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The Vibe:
Breathe me -- sia
It's dark and quiet. I can't feel anything. I can't move.
"Mom.." I hear a males voice whisper
Who's voice is that?
I hear the voice speak again, "Mom I-" he coughs not being able to finish his sentence.
I know that voice.
"Momma I can't move" he speaks clearly before coughing and gurgling. That voice is so familiar. It's warm like the sun. The sun...
You are my sunshine
My only sunshine
You make me happy
When skies are gray
You'll never know, dear
How much I love you
Please don't take
My sunshine away
I love the sun. My son. I named him after the Sun God; the creator of the universe. He's my sunshine, my world, the center of my universe. My Amun.
"Amun!" I yell jolting up. When sitting up I instinctively grab my stomach in utter pain. Looking down I see I'm bleeding, I'm assuming a stab wound. Looking around I see I'm back at that same awful place. Kissena Park.
"Mom," Amun says
I hear my son call to me again; I snap my head in his direction and I see my son lying on the ground covered in blood, "No!" I scream crawling to him, "No, no, no"
When I reach him and scan him a little closer I can see he was stabbed like me but it must be somewhere fatal spot because he was coughing up blood, "He stabbed and knocked you out" he says in between coughs, "I tried t-to protect you but I wasn't strong enough, I'm s-sorry Mom"
"Hush now baby," I say panicked and in between tears, "I can heal you," I say holding my hand over his wound.
"You're too w-weak, you'll die," He says
"I don't care. You are my son, my life means nothing without yours. Just breathe baby" I say trying to calm him and myself down
"Momma, who is that? Sh-she looks like you" He says looking past me. I turn around and see no one.
"Amun baby no one is there," I say
"Momma she's so warm. I think- I think I'm going to go with her" Amun says to me
No.
"No baby stay with me. Don't go." I say my voice begins to shake, "Stay with me, I can fix you, Please" I beg
"It's okay momma, I'll be fine." He says before looking behind me and nodding his head.
I turn around and still see nothing, "What am I to do? How do I breathe without you?"
Amun takes my hand and squeezes it and smiles before taking his last breath. His hand relaxed in mine, and his eyes glossed over. As he took his last breath he took a part of me with him. I pull my son's body to me holding him tightly never wanting to let him go.
"Well that was dramatic" I hear a man say from behind me, "It was a shame he went down so fast, I expected more from him considering his lineage."
I gently put my boy's body down leaving a kiss on his forehead before standing up and turning around. It was the faceless man in the black suit, "Bring him back"
"Like mother, like daughter. What are you willing to trade for his life? Your mother gave me her power. What do you have to barter?"
"Take anything, my power, my life, my soul. I don't care to take it all"
"No" he responds, "Why would I bring him back? I was the one who killed him."
"Y-you attacked us?" I asked. My voice was shaking; I was filled with not only grief and sadness but an overwhelming sense of rage, "Why? We lived in peace, I have atoned for my past. How did you even find us, we were so careful for years."
"Your family has always been on my radar, But you should thank your friend Agatha, she pointed me in your direction." He smiles as my heart drops
Agatha why?...
"I knew one day eventually one of your family's descendants' power would rival mine and I just can't have that. I figure it's time to end the whole bloodline. You should take some pride that it ends with you, you are the strongest and with more time you could have been more powerful." He steps closer placing a hand on my cheek. I look at him where his eyes should be, "It'll be easier if you just surrender Millaenyia"
"All chances of me surrendering left when you Killed my son." I sneer
"So be it," he says disappointed. Before I knew it his hands were hovering at the side of my head, he was draining me of my power and my life, "Don't worry this won't take long" he says softly
I fall to the ground, no longer able to stand up. If I don't act quickly, I will die.
Maybe I should let him.
I ponder on that thought for a while and just as I was about to accept my fate the man speaks up, "Almost done, you'll soon be with your son"
My son. He killed my son.
I snap out of it, realizing I was about to let my son's murderer roam free, I quickly devise a plan.
I'm too weak to kill. But I think I have enough in me to trap him.
I look up and see the man holding his head back as he was draining me, he wasn't paying attention to my hands. I lift my hand out toward the tree behind him; I use what's left of my powers to form an opening in the tree that was big enough to hide a body within it. Once done I call to the roots and branches of the tree, willing them to slowly creep up behind the man and gently wrap around his legs and arms. He was so focused on the feeling of this newly acquired power of his, that he didn't notice he was being detained until it was too late.
"What is this?" He says seeing the branches wrapped around his hand, "What are you do-" the man says before whipping back into the tree. His arms were now behind his back being thoroughly wrapped in roots followed by the rest of his body. The only exposed part of him now was his neck up, "This won't hold me, you child"
I stand up and walk to him, "You will rot in here" I sneer before wrapping my hand around his neck quickly taking back my power and life force. "All you care about is power right?" I ask knowing the answer, "I'll take that too" I say now draining him of his energy and power, leaving just enough to keep him alive so he can rot here for the rest of days.
"Let me-" he struggles to say "Let me ou-" The roots cover the rest of him effectively muffling his words. I step back holding my hand out to the tree and use my powers to close and seal it shut. I place my hand on the tree and close my eyes:
To be Seen or Unseen.
Never in the focus of one's eye
Of nature's age, it does defy
To be Seen, or Unseen
With this spell, this tree will never age. It shall never be directly seen but it will always be here.
Once done with the small runes are now etched around the tree sealing his fate. I walk back to my Amun and look at him one last time.
I need to bury you, my love.
When I go to pick him up I see he had the journal he made of me tucked away in his jacket. Not wanting to leave the journal behind for someone to find and use, I grab it and bind it to my wrist before I pick Amun up. I walk towards the lake and will the water to separate allowing me to walk down to the center of the lake. Once I make it to the spot I place Amun down. I kiss his forward one last time, "My sweet boy" I say before I hold my hand out and use my power to have him sink into the dirt, fully burying him.
I lay beside him now, with the intention of ending my life and resting beside him for eternity. But I couldn't bring myself to do it, something was stopping me like there was someone in my ear telling me no. So, still intending on resting beside my son, I decide that if I'm too cowardly to end it now, I don't deserve to remember him in case I wake up:
Forget me not
Forget me now
Forget the past
Forget the sound
Forget the memories
Forget the love
Forget it all
Forget it now
As I finish the spell, I feel myself begin to fade away and sink to the ground. The water released and is slowly filling the lake back up; I find comfort in my last lingering memory of my son's laughter before I'm completely asleep.
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The Vibe:
Labrinth & Zendaya - I'm Tired (From โEuphoriaโ An HBO Original Series โ Lyric Video)
"Millie wake up!" That is all I hear before I feel water being poured on me.
The sudden feel of cold water all over me jolted me awake. I sit up completely dazed; my eyes were fuzzing and my ears wear slightly ringing. Eventually, the ringing faded and my eyes clear up. I look around and see Wanda sitting next to me, looking like she has seen a ghost, "Are you okay?" She asks, "Fuck you are still steaming, does that hurt? I thought the water would help," she says concerned.
"I'm okay," I say plainly.
"Are you?" she says. I look to her with expressionless eyes and nod.
My body feels numb, it's because of the lightning... No, I remember...
"Did it work? Do you remember?" She asks
"I remember everything," I say beginning to cry, "My son..." I say holding my stomach, I feel like I'm going to throw up, "Oh god my son" I say sobbing
#Fanfic#Peter Parker#Spiderman#Black panther#Wakanda forever#Namor#Tenoch huerta#Kโukโulkan#Original character#black girl oc#Namor x reader#Mcu shuri#Mcu namor#Mcu#Talokan trio#Talokan#Attuma attoye#Namora#Marc spector#Jake lockely#Steven grant#Wanda maximoff#Scarlet witch#Bucky#James buchanan barnes#Sebastian stan#Tom holland#Namor Smut#Smut#fanfic
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Storm Chapter 10
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Enjoy the new chapter!
I'm going to try to work on some other pieces now that I've had a proper break. ๐
#okoye x attuma#attoye#attuma x okoye#okoye#attuma#onimora#oni daughter of zuri#namora x oc#black panther wakanda forever#attuma of talokan#shuri black panther#shuri x namor
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Our Countries Greatest
Description: After the loss on the bridge against the Talokanils, Okoye returns to Wakanda without Shuri and the scientist. The Queen is not pleased. A/n: There is a serious lack of Attuma/Reader fics. I will do my best to fill that hole. Feel free to dm or comment for any chapter or other story ideas. Warning: mentioned kidnapping Word count: 756 (I know it's short but I'm posting the second chapter tonight)
Chapter 2
Chapter One: Anathi, Daughter of Okoye
Once Okoye was dismissed I sunk back into my throne, my heart full of dread and regret. My daughter has been taken, Bast knows what they're doing to her.
Vivid images of Shuri helplessly reaching for me, "Mama!"
My vision blurred with tears, "Call in Anathi."
The council and crowd of Doras gasped and whispered to one another. I silenced them with a wave of my hand, "Bring her in immediately, tell her nothing of her mother's dishonor or she will want to bargain."
Aneka nodded and silently marched out of the throne room, accompanied by Ayo who gave me a worried but reassuring nod. M'baku, still chomping on a carrot leans forward. He grins and sighs, "I hope you have a real plan for her. She does not take well to authority."
I nod, "My daughter and Anathi have a close...bond, I'm sure she'll be ready to listen when she hears about Shuri." I know she'll find Shuri and bring her home safely, I remember when they were what their generation calls "a thing". I stared up at the ceiling, trying to prevent more tears from falling. I stood to my feet, "I will have Anathi work with Nakia to retrieve my daughter by any means necessary."
Anathi has been through decades of training since she was 4, but what has made her so strong is that she is fearless and merciless. Death is not something she fears but welcomes.
"That's a grand idea!" M'Baku mocked, "Bring in Wakanda's blood-thirsty, war machine and force her to team up with Nakia, the spy with some sort of common sense."
"They have worked well together in the past." Isaach, the River Tribe elder spoke.
"That was before we imprisoned her father for treason." the Merchant Tribe elder darted her eyes to Isaach, "She adored her father, did she not my queen?"
I nodded, "We can talk about that when she gets here."
I rested my hands on either side of my throne and sighed, "You all are dismissed for now."
The council and their guards slowly shuffle out of my throne room except for M'Baku. He walked to me and held out his hand, "She will be okay, my queen. They wouldn't dare risk war with our country."
I hum and nod to my friend's comforting words. Once the silence settles in the throne room I could only hear the subtle sniffles and cries coming from me, burning tears streaked down my cheeks and my hand tightened around M'baku's. Everyone is gone. My love, my son, and now my daughter.
Anathi's point of view
I hummed along to the music that played softly in the background of my workspace. I run my fingers down the side of my Nifo'oti (a Samoan axe), carefully testing the sharpness of the blade. My eyes burned from being awake for so long, I looked up at my clock...4:27 pm.
"What day is it?" I stood up from my workbench with a loud grunt and began softly singing to calm myself, hoping to make myself tired so I can finally sleep.
Someone's here. I turned towards my door, waiting for a knock. "It's probably Shuri." I smiled and rushed towards the door.
"Anathi." A deep, feminine voice stopped me before I could open the door. I turned to face my mother, whose demeanor gives me chills.
"Don't open the door." she gently took my hand in hers and set it to my side. Her body was trembling as if she were anxious or disturbed by something
"Mama, what-" she cut me off.
"Shuri's been kidnapped." She whispered, "By...Namor."
"That fish thing?" my face dropped, "How did this happen?"
"It happened on the bridge, I got knocked into the water and- Anathi, you have to get her back." My mother begged, folding her hands.
"Why should I?" I scoffed, trying to hide my concern, "You all banished me from the Dora like some filth, do it yourselves."
"We didn't banish you." Another voice spoke that I recognized as Ayo.
I turned to face her standing at my door, "We removed you because of your- well this." She waved her hand around mentioning my room that was covered wall to wall in different weapons, armor, and shields. I collected them from different tribes and countries when I traveled. They were given as gifts or rewards for my service. There was an obvious spot missing from my wall, where my spear used to be. The one gifted to me by the Dora when I completed training years ago. The one they took from me.
"Queen Ramonda requests your presence Warrior Anathi." Aneka ushered me from my room, clamping on a pair of vibranium, "Behave this time."
I sighed, "This is gonna be a shit show."
Next part
#marvel shuri#mcu shuri#letitia wright shuri#princess shuri#attuma of talokan#attuma smut#attuma x reader#black panther wakanda forever#black panther 2 spoilers#attuma#black panther 2#oc#female reader#x black fem reader#black reader#x black reader#attuma/reader
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Multiverse_chaos AO3
Masterlist
Completed Works:
Oneshots-
Growing Pains (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/45022414 Rated: G
Soulmates (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/46434328 Rated: M
Eyes on Me (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/46867267 Rated: E
My Blood, My Soul (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/48432094 Rated: G
My Omega (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/48828244 Rated: T
Cafes and Love Songs (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/48853210 Rated: T
You Saved Me from Hell (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/48914614 Rated: E
Are You Crazy?! (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49010368 Rated: M
Lazy Sunday (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49164049 Rated: G
Regret Eats the Soul (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49304356 Rated: M
Can We Try That Again? (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49349137 Rated: T
Sink Your Teeth into Something Holy (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49373233 Rated: T
Stay and Cuddle with Me (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49397203 Rated: T
To Love a Teacher (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49420009 Rated: T
Till My Last Breath (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49442767 Rated: T
The Woman in the Sea (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49465672 Rated: T
The Underworld and Spring (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49496779 Rated: T
Reminiscing the Past (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50333056 Rated: T
Don't Say It (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50469313 Rated: E
Through the Mirror (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50517694 Rated: E
Make You Mine (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50548057 Rated: E
Scent Blockers and Heat (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50577352 Rated: E
Ropes and Toys (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50602705 Rated: E
Candles Aren't Just for Decoration (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50628742 Rated: E
Long Distance Fun (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50653843 Rated: E
Feed on Lust (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50687932 Rated: E
How Long Can You Last? (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50707534 Rated: E
The Warriors and the Godking (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50740750 Rated: E
A Different Kind of Throne (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50768110 Rated: E
Knife + Adrenaline = Sex (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50842588 Rated: E
Did He Just Do That? (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50843770 Rated: E
Drive Me Insane (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50892724 Rated: E
Behave, Little Lamb (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50945446 Rated: E
Dancing in the Living Room (MacGyver, 2016): https://archiveofourown.org/works/51182017 Rated: T
The Lust of a God (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/51526240 Rated: E
Multichapter-
Strengthening the Alliance (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/44524090/chapters/111991342 Chapters: 12, Rated: E
Various Male Characters x Female Reader Smut (multi- fandom): https://archiveofourown.org/works/46310926/chapters/116594665 Chapters: 22, Rated: E
You're My Fate (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/48876073/chapters/123299197 Chapters: 2, Rated: M
Cartels and Omegas Don't Mix (Narcos: Mexico): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49619566/chapters/125237029 Chapters: 2, Rated: E
This is a masterlist of all of my completed works on AO3, if you have any questions or want anything specific my asks are open just please be nice. I'll do a masterlist of my AO3 WIPs soon.
#Namor x Oc#Namora x Oc#Rafa caro quintero x Oc#Shuri x Oc#Macgyver x Riley Davis x Oc#nashuri#attoye#Attuma x Namor x Okoye#Attuma x Namor x Namora#Multifandom#ao3#ao3 fanfic#smut#fluff#angst#story masterlist#nashuri week#attoye week#attoye kinktober#omegaverse
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๐ญ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐: Mayora Moreino, Suyane Santos, Evelyn Adams, Leslie Newton , Amanda Parker, May Johns...
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๐ป๐๐๐: unknown
โกยธ.โขEverything about her is strange and mysterious, where were you born, when did you die, why do you seem to be reborn centuries after centuries.
Who is she really, who was hiding behind all these identities, all these different lives
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One thing she knew about her was that she was not human. Nothing about her was human or normal.
A demon maybe.
A damned one maybe
A witch who knows
Her aura
Her beauty
Her existence
Was a mystery, she was often compared to a siren. Beautiful in appearance, bewitching and captivating.
But in reality, a monster cursed by the gods, without faith or laws.
With a love for violence, blood and evil.
Evil in itself.
The damned was her nickname
It was her identity
It was simply what she was
Maybe in the future, one day or another we will know more about this woman.
My original character for my future story on BlackPanther 2, more precisely on Talokan and Wakanda , I hope you like it
#black oc#attuma of talokan#namor x oc#namor of talokan#namora of talokan#shuri of wakanda#general okoye#siren oc#witch!oc#marvel#wakanda forever#talokanil#namor x original character#mbaku#Spotify
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I feel like Iโve read all the fluffy Namor fics๐ญ๐ญ Please send me the softest Namor fics!!! I need the fluff๐คง๐คง (also if anyone has opened requests for Namor, please let me know!! I have lots of request ideas to send in๐คง๐คง)
#namor x autistic reader#namor imagine#yandere namor#namor#namor x you#namor headcanons#namor x reader#namor fanfiction#namor fanart#namor fic#namor the sub mariner#king namor#namor x y/n#namor x oc#kuโkulโkan#kuโkulโkan x reader#black panther wakanda forever#k'uk'ulkan of talokan#Talokan#attuma of talokan#talokanil#king of talokan#namor of talokan#queen of talokan#talokan trio#attuma x reader#namora x reader#namora#attuma#namor fluff
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So I have a question.. if Shuri is the first surface dweller to have visit Talokan, how come they already have a made suit for her to visit the Talokan city below?
Namor u betta not have had some late night booty calls to come visit you๐
#namor x shuri#black panther wakanda forvever spoilers#wakanda forever#kโukโulkan#namor of talokan#talokanil#attuma#namora#black panther#princess shuri#shuri black panther#questions#answers#shuri#shuri will not be pleased when she hears about this#namor x shuri?#kโukโulkan x shuri#namor x oc
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Heyyy once again looking for rp!! Specifically from the Moonknight show or Black Panther Wakanda Forever! Looking for anyone to play against my God oc ra'zan! I would love romantic plots! Prestablished relationships! Maybe ra'zan was a third in Marc and Layla's marriage? Namor's lover? An ally to either kingdom! A mediator between them! Anything really that comes to mind! Just give me something from either of them and I'll love you to pieces. I love chatting ooc and making cute little things with my partner! Like this and I'll reach out! Or DM me! Always open to dms thanks!
#moon knight#oc roleplay#roleplay partner wanted#marc spector#layla el faouly#marvel ships#blackpantheredit#namor the submariner#mbaku#attuma of talokan#namor rp#black panther 2#black panther rp#moon knight rp#moonknightrp#steven grant#moonknight system#oc x canon#established relationship
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Aww thank you @neptoons1998! You too! Highly Recc authors that I know. Rather Attoye fics and OCs fics! And of course let me just go ahead an tag @mickimomo @umber-cinders @pilesofpillows @chottopoco @theeblackmedusa
I made it
#I love these guys#writting is so good#ao3#bpwf fanfics#okoye x attuma#attuma x okoye#fanfic writing#fanfiction#oc x canon#original character#i reccomend it#author
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Chapter 5
Royal Introductions
Exhausted, I lay there, eyes closed, not wanting to move. I'm this close to dozing off before Marc leans in and kisses my neck, "You should use the bathroom before you fall asleep."
"No"
"You could get a UTI."
"Nothing magic can't fix" Without opening my eyes I wave my hand around like a wand, "Goodbye, UTI "
He quietly chuckles, "You're a comedian you know that?" He scoops me up and takes me to the bathroom, "Don't expect me to wipe for you" He drops me down and closes the door behind me.
Once I was done, I wash my hands and look in the mirror. My makeup is a hot ass mess; too embarrassed, I decided to take a shower to wash away my mess. I hear a small knock on the door.
"Come in" I reply
"Hey love, mind if we join?" by the happy tone of his voice it was Steven.
"Yes on one condition. Can you wash my hair" I ask
"I've literally always wanted to do this" He laughs. Steven sneaks in behind me and begins to shampoo my hair. He thoroughly massaged my scalp and ran soap from my roots to the end of my hair.
This is so comforting.
I don't allow many people to touch my hair. Honestly, Aunt May and Bucky were the only ones to wash my hair before this. May's gone and Bucky checked out.
Ughhh I don't want to see him tomorrow
Refocusing on my anxious thoughts, I realize Steven is unusually quiet, "What's on your mind hun"
Steven hesitates
I turn around and rest my arms around his neck and look him in the eyes, "You can tell me" I smile.
"I used to wash Layla's hair like this." he sadly responds, "I'm sorry, probably don't want to hear about our ex right after sex" he nervously laughs.
Leaning my head on his chest I sigh, "I'm hung up on my ex too; no need to protect my feelings hun, we all went into this agreement with no intentions of a relationship. Just a couple of broken people with needs" I joke. "But seriously you can talk about anything with me. When was the last time you spoke with her?"
"A few months. The last time we spoke, we fought. She said she hated us and left."
"I seriously doubt she means that. She was very upset and probably felt outnumbered by you 3. Want my advice?"
"Always"
"Reach out and ask to talk. Listen to her, don't interrupt, just let her get it out. Remember, Listen to understand not Respond. Marc and Jake, I'm talking to you."
"They say they resent that" he laughs. "Thank you, Millie"
"Of course"
We eventually get out, dry off, and head to bed. They fall asleep first and I lay there in their arms lost in thought.
I really do hope they fix it with Layla. I would be lying if I said I don't feel anything for them; It would be nice to end up with them but it could never work; they age, and I don't. How am I to have a normal life when I can't even grow old with someone? I refuse to let myself love someone ill have to eventually bury. I did try with Bucky though, I even looked into giving up my immortality for him.
Wasn't enough I guess
I push those thoughts out of my head for now and allow myself to sleep.
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The boys gift me a t-shirt and a pair of their favorite sweats as a replacement for the dress Jake ripped.
"Don't be a stranger, and reach out to Layla. Sooner rather than later okay?" with that, I give them a parting hug and kiss before I portal home.
Finally home I let out a long sigh and do a full-body stretch.
"Hey, you're home!" Peter yells before he runs to hug me, he looks down at my clothes and gives me a puzzled look, "what happened to your dress?
"Don't ask questions you don't really want the answer to."
He deadpans and walks backward, "You need church, a baptism, shit maybe an exorcism too"
I laugh, "What I need is a shower" The boys and I had an early morning; we fucked twice, 3 times if you count them eating me out before we got interrupted by their landlord.
I go take a quick shower and wash off last night/this morning's sex-scapades. Once again I do my makeup; nothing extravagant just something natural to highlight my features. After my face is done I check my hair and fix my edges.
I finally dress in my formal battle attire; a black leather high low tunic dress with gold accents as well as a white and gold shoulder cape I break out for special occasions like this. It's giving 'Game of Thrones meets Castlevania'. All jokes aside my uniform is interesting.
I found it tucked away in the Kamar Taj one day and when I touched it I felt strange. There was an old ancient energy about it so I decided to leave it there. But for a week straight I found it in places that it shouldn't be. One day I even buried it, and then the next day I woke up with it at the foot of my bed, dirt and all. I finally took it to Wong and he informed me that it was a magical relic and essentially chose me as its owner.
Reference:
Artwork by Me (Super rough drawing that I finished at 2am; just trying to give you a general idea)
'The Regalia of Rowena'; the original owner was Rowena Hemlocke an infamous witch who tried to harness the sun's power. Legend says it almost worked, but she couldn't handle the heat and disintegrated in a matter of seconds; all that remained was her clothes. Some would say that's a red flag but my toxic trait is that it picked me, so obviously it's true love.
Hehe
Finally, all done, I look over myself and I honestly feel beautiful. Not sexy or hot, but beautiful; It feels really good. I grab my suitcase and meet peter in the living room. Peter is dressed in a simple black suit, his Spidey suit isn't necessarily formal.
"You have everything you need? All the essentials? All your chargers? Your suit just in case?"
"Yes, yes, yes & Yes. You look intense; like I am kind of intimidated by both your beauty and power. Is this a slay?"
"Yes, Peter this is a slay" I laugh hysterically "Come on let's go, can't leave a Queen waiting" I open a portal.
The Vibe:
Otis Redding - Try A Little Tenderness
We step through and find ourselves outside of the Royal Palace. Immediately the royal staff took our bags to our rooms.
"This place is remarkable," Peter says in awe. "Just insane"
"I know right? You are gonna love Shuri's lab."
"Oh, I bet. I'm gonna walk around okay?"
"Okay, don't go far doors open any minute" Peter nods and walks away; I take a look around and see who else is here. No one I know, just a bunch of Wakandan leaders and noblemen. I think we are the only outsiders invited.
Spoke to Soon
James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes. I almost forgot he was coming. He's wearing black slacks and a dark blue sweater with a black coat over it. Doesn't sound like much, but Bucky is a simple man, I'm honestly surprised he's not in his signature leather jacket.
He cut his hair, It looks good
Staring and lost in thought I didn't notice him staring back. He sheepishly smiles at me, I quickly look away too embarrassed and sad. All the old unresolved emotions hit me like a car crash, I start to get anxious and nauseous. Around me, the air started to cool and the wind picked up rapidly;. the clouds begin to darken. The people around mutter in confusion; I can't breathe, I can't move, I can't speak.
Suddenly a comforting hand touches my shoulder. Shaking and on the verge of tears, I look and see who it was, Namor.
"Walker of Clouds indeed, I see you truly are a descendent of Ororo." He calmly speaks "Breathe." he pauses "It'll pass"
I close my eyes and focus on my breathing, after a few seconds everything around me slowly calms. It passed, I put my hand on my heart and breath for a few more beats, before I open my eyes. "Thank you" I softly say
So maybe I can control the weather...
He nods, "Are you okay Ki'ichpan (beautiful girl)?"
"I'm getting there." I chuckle. Namor was wearing his normal royal jewelry in addition to golden shoulder plates, kind of like armor; attached were red and white robes that flowed nicely in the wind. "I didn't think you would come. Also, we gotta talk about this 'Ki'ichpan' business. Can't keep casually calling me beautiful in all of our conversations"
"I almost didn't. My people advised against me being here but if we are to work with the Wakandans, it must be done. If anything happens my people are near." he leans into my ear, "I will call you beautiful because you are." The hand he has on my shoulder sneaks down to my lower back. "This is a lovely dress you're wearing. You look very," he pauses, "commanding"
Nervously I laugh, "You are one hell of a sweet talker," I look him dead in the eye, "Flattery will get you nowhere."
He deviously smiles.
I think he took that as a challenge.
Before he responds Peter returns, "uhhh" Peter looks at Namor's hand placement "Everything good here?"
"Yes, Peter everything is fine, just talking to a friend."
Without even acknowledging Peter, he looks at me, "Is this your Twin Flame Ki'ichpan?" he asks with a hint of frustration.
Is he angry?
"Ew" Peter and I say in tandem.
"This is my brother, Peter. Peter this King Namor ruler of..." I look at Namor for Help
Namor hesitates to respond, "Peter can keep a secret as easily as breathing air. You can trust him. All of us here are allies, you have my word" I assure
"Talokan. Ruler of Talokan" Namor Responds
"Well, it's great to meet you Namo- Mr. Namor sir. I mean King" Peter fumbles
"Namor is fine" he smiles
Before we could continue with introductions the doors to the palace open and we all file in, one by one. As we walk through, the announcers introduce us one by one. He gets to Namor,
"Introducing for the first time ever, King Namor ruler of Underwater Kingdom Talokan" Namor Bows and Walks away.
"UNDERWATER?" Peter whispered and yelled.
"So amazing," I say in awe
It was our turn to be announced, "Welcome Millaenyia Parker, primordial earth witch, master of the elements, And her brother Peter Parker, Spiderman, protector of New York " he pauses "One of the many heroes of the Batlle of Earth"
Peter and I bow and continue forward.
"They remember me?" Peter whispers
"Unfortunately no, but did you think I'd let them announce you as just a plus one" I reply
"Thank you" he smiles
"Of course" I respond
"Alrighty let's get through the night without embarrassing ourselves," Peter says
"No Promises" I nervously smile
Let the show begin
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Late Night Thoughts with a Sleep Deprived Attoye Chef
Attuma's Indecent Exposure Citation
@umber-cinders birthed this idea. I just wrote it. ๐คฃ
This is what I'm seeing:
M'Baku furrowed his eyebrows as he settled down on the throne. He recalled coming to an agreement with everyone that he wouldn't be holding any more meetings after the last one they had discussing the plans for Shuri's coronation ceremony.
The council, however, had called an emergency meeting.
Something about indecent exposure of a talokanil warrior and mortified people at a restaurant in the capital of Wakanda.
It only took him ten seconds to realize it had something to do with:
A. Okoye
because she was avoiding eye contact at all costs.
Okoye was the legendary bald-headed demon of Wakanda. She did not cower before anyone.
and
B. Attuma
because if Okoye was acting odd. It probably had something to do with her talokanil warrior.
And if he had to make a wild guess, it probably had to do with the dinner he had attended a few days ago.
"Glory to Hanuman." He grunted as he pinched the bridge of his nose as everyone stood and sat in their respective spots. "Why am I looking at you all while sitting on this throne?" He frowned. "Did you all forget that Shuri should be here and I should be sitting with the uptight people? Was that not our goal for our next meeting?"
Zawavari wrinkled her nose. "We would not be here if there were not reports of a certain blue man pummeling one of Wakanda's greatest disappointments into a table."
Attuma launched his axe at the council woman, intentionally missing her person by two centimeters before it got stuck in the floor.
The entire room was silent as they looked at the warrior in shock.
"I apologize. My axe fell." He feigned a smile before moving forward to retrieve it. Namor grunted something, forcing him to remain by his side.
"Fell!?" Zawavari snapped. "It flew!" She screamed. "He just tried to kill me!"
"Perhaps we should discuss this matter without referring to Okoye as a disappointment." M'Baku offered. "The people of Talokan tend to get violent when it comes to defending their lover's honor."
"She does not have honor!"
"And that axe did not kill you." He warned her.
Zawavari opened her mouth in shock before clenching her hands into tight fists. "He was pummeling Okoye into a table!" She snapped.
"Pummeling?"
"My king." She frowned.
"Pummeling implies fighting." He kissed his teeth. "Am I supposed to punish the shark man for sparring with his midnight angel?"
M'Kathu clicked his tongue. "That big blue man-" he pointed at Attuma. "-was being intimate with my niece."
M'Baku furrowed his eyebrows. "Define intimate."
"My king!" Zawavari cried out again.
"Intimate could be kissing and holding hands. Am I supposed to lock them up for being a couple?"
Aj K'uk'ulkan hid his smile behind his hand at the king's teasing.
Zawavari took a deep breath. "My king, I am trying to hold a proper discussion."
"Well, the properness is not making things clear."
She narrowed her eyes. "That blue man had sex with Okoye on a table at a local restaurant."
M'Baku tilted his head. "Is that so?"
"Yes, my king."
"And what do you suggest I do to punish them?"
"We would like to request that blue man be given a citation for indecent exposure."
"And what will a piece of paper do? Mm?" He arched a brow before looking to Namor. "Are you scared of paper?"
"No." He chuckled.
"The King of Talokan said no."
"Then kick him out!" The head of the River Tribe huffed. "I have been rather quiet about my opinion on the shark warrior, but this is too much!" He straightened up in his seat. "If we let him get away this, others will start. People who are eating and drinking do not want to see them in this manner!"
M'Baku rubbed his temples before looking at Namor.
He arched a brow.
The god king only shrugged.
He looked at Okoye.
"Did you actively participate in this?"
"Please don't make me speak on this matter."
"Ah?" He arched a brow. "Then you will be punished too."
"I will accept whatever punishment you give."
"Alright." He hummed. "I will banish Attuma of Talokan and Okoye of Wakanda from Wakanda for a week to atone for this crime. They will also be expected to apologize to the owners of the restaurant and assist with repairing any damages they may have caused." He looked to the council. "Does that sound good?"
They all nodded in consensus.
"Alright. The decision has been made. Can I end this meeting?"
Everyone nodded.
"Alright. Meeting adjourned-"
"-Aht. Aht!" Zawavari bolted up. "If they are both banished from Wakanda. They will be together!"
"Whatever happens outside of Wakanda is not of my concern." M'Baku waved off the woman before getting up.
"My king!" She scowled.
"It is outside my jurisdiction-o! Do not pester me!" He grunted. "I am tired."
Aneka and Oni looked at each other before exchanging a handshake and whisper.
"They about to be in Talokan hitting it back to back to- OW!" Aneka whined as Okoye smacked her over the head. "What was that for!"
She gave her a knowing look before walking away with a huff.
She was pissed, but relieved to have gotten off with such a light punishment.
Attuma wasn't going to get any affection during their punishment, and he knew it.
It was only fair since he had gotten her in trouble.
He could only help that after everything was over and they had completed their punishment, she'd be extremely needy for his touch.
After all, distance made the heart grow fonder.
And scene.
I kept it sweet, simple, and short.
But y'all. I'm getting kinda feral about that crack ship I was talking about the other day. ๐ I was trying not to let it show between the two kings. But I'm struggling. ๐ซฃ Might have to write something.
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๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ( NAMOR X READER ) PT.6
in which you find a child floating in the water and you save them only for your acts of kindness to get misinterpreted by the father who is also the king of an underwater civilization.
WATTPAD OC VERSION ( NAMOR X ALORA)
PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3 , PART 4 , PART 5
PART 6
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"THIS PLACE IT'S BEAUTIFUL" you whispered to yourself, eyes taking in the cave you was in. It's been a day since you was taken to this mysterious place, your ankle already fine from whatever treatment the healers have used.
Harucan had been around you the whole time, bringing up random things to you and showing them.
You also met the healer that treated your ankle, her name was Akna. Akna was gentle and kind with you, making you feel much more at ease with being in this mysterious place yet you was still riddled in fear for your life.
The only source of happiness you did get was the little visits Huracan would give you through out the day, a guard chasing behind him as he reaches towards you and rung his arms around you tightly.
He became even more clingy to youโ the woman that saved his life, he wanted to return the favor of you helping him by making your time spent in the cave a bit more interesting so he brought random things he found around the cave and in depths of Talokan to you.
Your ankle felt much better, allowing yoi to walk slowly again which caused Huracan to pull you by the wrist to show you around the cave properly.
The place was indeed beautifulโmagical. The blue lights hanging from above , the water that escaped from the cracks gently falling from above.
Huracan points towards a small hut, the roof made out of straw and the walls made of clay. Around the place was weeds that grew from the cracks on the groundโ the small hut was surrounded by what looks like objects from the surface worldโ a scuba diver helmet, a recorder, a fisherman's boot..?
You suppressed a laugh as you thought about the little mermaidโ how Ariel would collect anything that was found from the surface world in the ocean.
Huracan tugged at your hand towards the dimly lit hutโ wanting to take you inside of it, you was hesitant, scared that you left the place you was at and it would cause the Talokanil King to be upset with you intruding.
"Come!" Huracan insisted, you took a thick gulp and allowed the boy to drag you to the hut, you were about to enter until a hand sudden grasped your unoccupied hand sending a fast chill of fear to spiral down your spine, goosebumps irrupting and covering your skin as you go pale.
" Huracan, why did you bring this surface dweller here?" You heard a gruff voice says from behind you , the grip on your wrist getting a bit tighter as it yanks you away from the young boy as you let's out a shocked gasp.
You turn around slowly, fear radiating off of you to see a Talokanil man, his skin a similar shade to Huracan's. He looked fierce and even more scarier than Namor, a scowl behind his apparatus.
"Attuma! I just wanted to show her my father's paintings." the boy whines out, a pout forming on his face but Attuma's stern expression didn't flutter at the child's attempt to let thr two of you off the hook.
You didn't understand anything the two said but from the Talokanil's tone in voice he was not happy. At all.
Attuma holds you by the arm tightly and pushes you away from the hut, he gently takes Huracan's hand but the boy slips it out of his grasp.
"Huracan.." the Talokanil warrior says in a warning tone but the boy ignores him and ducks under the man's arm to be by your side.
'Why does this kid like me so much?' You thought, your heart beating faster as Attuma sighs and just pushes you forward to walk back to where you was meant to be.
Attuma dislikedโ no he hated the idea that Namor brought a surface dweller, once again down to their secret kingdom. Attuma pushes you towards the hammock once they reached the place you was meant to be as you falls onto the flimsy cloth that was 'your bed'.
'My arm..' you thought, rubbing it gently as Huracan was pushed away by Attuma to not get closer to you.
How could his king, his Ruler, K'uk'ulkan โ so easily trust this surface dweller? Did he not learn from what had happened a few months back with the Wakandians? Even though they had an alliance, Attuma still didn't like this ideaโ he felt that his home is now at even more threat than it was before and now seeing that you was roaming around freely in their secret home made him even more questionable towards K'uk'ulkan.
With a warning glare towards youโknowing that you won't understand his threat towards you, he walks awayโ Huracan being dragged with him as you just watched, fully understanding the wordless threat towards you.
'I need to get back home.' You thought, your body laying on the hammock as you curl your legs into your chest, your heartbeating faster that you could infact โ be killed at any moment.
โง : - โญ - : โง : - โญ - : โง
Namor's fingers gently touched the pearls in his hand, a heavy sigh leaves past his lips as he thinks about his late Queen.
She , Huracan and the Talokanils where the most precious things to him yet he had lost one of the things he cherished with his heart and soul. When the queen died, part of his heart also died with herโ for him, she was the sun to him.
Her beautiful smile forever etched into his mind as a shaky sigh leaves past his parted lips as he leaves the pearls that had crafted pieces of vibranium threaded with it back down on his tableโ the last gift he had given to her before she was taken away from him and their son.
"FATHER! " He heard an all too familiar voice call out to him, instantly he was alarmed at the tone of voice Huracan had called for him. His thoughts instantly drifting towards you, his breath hitching at the fact that you may have harmed his son.
He rushed out of the hut, heart beating faster only to find Attuma holding onto the boy's arm tightly, bringing him towards the hut as the boy wails.
A sigh leaves post Namor's lips, feeling revealed that his son is okay but his brows furrow when he sees the way Attuma held him as he raises up his hand towards Attuma, instantly he let go of the child's arm as Huracan ran towards his father to hug his waist.
"Attuma is being mean to me again." The boy sobs into his father's chest as he gently pats his back.
"What happened now, Attuma?" The king asks.
"Huracan tried bringing the surface dweller in this area." Attuma simply says, Namor's eyes slightly widening as he looks down at Huracan.
"My child why did you try and do this? you know we can not trust her fully." Namor states, Huracan's glossy eyes looking up at his father.
Namor himself, does not really know what to do with you. It was a rushed decision to bring you to Talokan to heal you from your wound and you had a panic attack, if he had left youโ you would have surely being dead. He wanted to leave you but his son didn't approve of this, insisting that you saved his life and took such great care of him.
He didn't think back than, now he is left with a problemโ how is he going to send you back without you opening your mouth? What if you planned all of this, what if you manipulated Huracan?
Namor's trust in the surface world was weak, the only surface people he now trusted were Wakanda.
He had made a grave and foolish mistake yet for his son it was not. He had never seen his son so enthusiastic since the death of his mother.
"I just wanted to show her the paintings you did." Huracan says as Namor's gaze soften.
"Hura.. you know we can't trust theโ" no y/n is different, she saved me. You are lying about the people from above." Huracn says defiantly letting go of his father, tears brimming his eyes.
"Huraโ""leave me alone!" the boy shouts as Huracan pushes his father hand away from him.
"I'm tired of only being here and believing that all the surface people are bad yet the surface world is not as bad as you said. " Huracan shouts and backs away from his father and Attuma as he rans away before screaming,
"And ice cream is amazing and I hate you for keeping it away from me!" the boy says before diving into the pool, his father sighing, brows furrowing at the child's words as he have heard about this so called desert before.
"This child." the king mumbled out, heart stinging at the word hate as Huracan had thrown it towards him quite a few times.
"We should get rid of the woman, K'uk'ulkan." Attuma suddenly states, grabbing Namor's attention.
"And how we do that, Attuma? " Namor asks already knowing the answer to his question.
"Killing her." The Talokanil warrior says. Namor's creased his brows , a frown forming on his face. Knowing that if he was to kill you , Huracan would become even more hateful towards him and he didn't want this.
"I can not. Huracan would become hysterical." Namor says, watching as Attuma frowns deeply.
"It's for Huracan's own good. We don't know what's her true motives are, Kโukโulkan." Attuma says, voice filled with warning. Namor was torn between the safety of his people and his son's fixation with some random surface dweller (you) , he regrets deeply spoiling the young child.
"You spoilt him way too much." Attuma mutters as Namor replies " Let's give her some time, we can't just go about and kill her. If she does anything that goes against us or is a threat thanโ we will kill her."
Attuma didn't like this decision as he gives K'uk'ulkan a firm nodโ the tension between the two strong as Attuma walks away from K'uk'ulkan, his doubt and faith in his leader becoming weaker as he clenched his fist in anger and dismay.
๐๐๐๐ | okay so now i need to write more new chapters but idk what else to write. writers block and college drained me :/
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ยฐยดโคโข.ยธโฅ ๐๐ฑ๐ช๐ป๐ช๐ฌ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฅ๐ธ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ฎ ๐๐ญ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ฎ โฅยธ.โขโค
๐ป fav vs. least fav trope?
๐ถ your fav character to read / write about, or create for?
๐ a sentence you read/wrote that stuck with you?
๐ฅfav fanfic oat?
๐ฟ๏ธfav fanart oat?
๐a character youโd like to write more for, read about, or create more for?
๐ a trope youโre embarrassed to like? (guilty pleasure)
๐ฆ choose one genre of fanfiction, the rest have to go!
๐โ๐ซdo you prefer canon or au?
๐a trope you refuse to write abt / read abt / create for?
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๐ฅฎfav vs. least fav of your works?
NOT THE UNO REVERSE. Alright so bet:
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ต๐๐ฏ ๐ฏ๐ฌ. ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐๐ฏ ๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ฉ๐? Favorite trope: Angst with Romance or Domestic Least Fav trope: Plotless smut? I rarely do it.
๐ถ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐๐ฏ ๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ซ๐๐๐ / ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ ๐๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ, ๐จ๐ซ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ? Nanami Kento
๐ ๐๐๐ง๐ญ๐๐ง๐๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ซ๐๐๐/๐ฐ๐ซ๐จ๐ญ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฎ๐๐ค ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ?? "He hated that he finally let his love leak into something that was not meant to be. "
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๐๐ฏ ๐๐๐ง๐๐ข๐ ๐จ๐๐ญ? Hmm. Depends on the fandom I guess. Like current reads would be fics by @umber-cinders & @pilesofpillows And few JJK ones.
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๐๐ฏ ๐๐๐ง๐๐ซ๐ญ ๐จ๐๐ญ? Monsterfucking fanart and Nanago ones.
๐๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโ๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ, ๐ซ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ, ๐จ๐ซ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ? Gojo Satoru x Nanami Kento OC x Nanami Kento OC x Astarion OC x Getou Suguru OC x Sukuna Attuma x Okoye again. (Eventually.)
๐ ๐ ๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ฉ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโ๐ซ๐ ๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ซ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐? (๐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ๐ญ๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐) Fluff. Domestic Fluff. I always end up doing a palette cleanser of angst with it. Or writing some dark scenes lmao.
๐ฆ ๐๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ฌ๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ ๐๐ง๐ซ๐ ๐จ๐ ๐๐๐ง๐๐ข๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ก๐๐ฏ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ ๐จ! Angst with Romance or Dead Dove LOL. I don't make the rules.
๐โ๐ซ๐๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐๐๐๐ซ ๐๐๐ง๐จ๐ง ๐จ๐ซ ๐๐ฎ? AU. Cause when you got characters like Gojo who is "dead" right now cause their creator don't really like them. You can always bring them back in AUs. lmaoooo. Or just ignore canon.
๐๐ ๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ฉ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ซ๐๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ ๐๐๐ญ / ๐ซ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ญ / ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ? I am not sure.
๐ฅง ๐๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐๐๐๐ซ ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ญ๐ข-๐๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐๐ ๐๐ข๐๐ฌ? I like both! But I noticed stories that have me hooked end up being one shots and that bums me out sometimes lmao.
๐ผ ๐๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ณ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐ข๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ซ๐๐๐ / ๐ฐ๐ซ๐จ๐ญ๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ญ๐๐ง๐๐. Inya hindbrain finally gets her lick back and she gets filled like the omega cream pie she was mean't to be.
๐ค๐๐๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐๐๐๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ง๐๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ / ๐๐ซ๐๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐ , ๐๐๐ญ. At night time with youtube normally playing some none commentary gameplay or a creepshow podcast Meatcanyon & Wendigoon.
๐ ๐๐๐ฏ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐๐ ๐๐ข๐๐ฌ / ๐๐ซ๐ญ? Fanfic! Yes!
๐ก๐ฐ๐ก๐จ / ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ข๐ซ๐๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ซ๐๐๐ / ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ / ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐? Anime shows like Dragon Ball Z. Sailor Moon and Inuyasha. I finding my notebooks with hand written fic is so funny but realizing how long I've been trying to write before starting roleplay and THEN fic writing. Its interesting.
๐๐๐จ๐ฐ ๐๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐๐๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐๐ซ๐ญ ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐๐ค / ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐๐ค? I stare into space or just not write. And sometimes that block can last for months.
๐๐๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐๐๐๐ซ ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฌ ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ง๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ง๐๐๐ง๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ? Considering the reason It Takes Two purely exists because @umber-cinders added fuel to it. And alot of my BP stories are the same result. I would be up for a collab. But I work independently rn.
๐ฅ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโ๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ฏ๐ ๐จ๐ง ๐ข๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ / ๐๐ซ๐ญ? Write like another author/artist lmao. Just maybe I won't squint or side eye my stuff sometimes. But all joking aside, it would be nice to know how to draw some scenes that I have stuck in my head.
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๐๐ฏ ๐ฏ๐ฌ. ๐๐๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐๐ฏ ๐จ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค๐ฌ? Favorite im stuck between two of them?? I'd say Alpha! Gojo x Omega! Nanami in It Takes Two. Because of the endless possibilities. Or Ndithande with Attuma x Okoye which is a Cowboy AU. Least Favorite: I don't have one believe it or not. Even if I am not working on a certain fandom atm. That doesn't mean I am done or dislike them btw. Lmaoooo I answered them all @umber-cinders thanks for the tag and ask! <3 <3
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NAMOR (MCU) X MEXICAN!OC
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A/N: Remember you can find this fanfic on AO3 right here. Any feedback and/or comments are greatly appreciated <3 If you want to be added to the taglist, just say so!
Also, I think this is the first time I mention Mercedes' faceclaim. I originally envisioned her as Oaxacan model Karen Vega but it became too hard having to constantly picture an older version of her (she's 21) until @evita-shelby introduced me to Sofia Engberg and she's SUCH A GREAT FIT TOO especially after I came across this gif! So, special thanks to her! Now, without further ado, here's chapter XVIII
Warnings: Violence, weapons, death and un-aliving people. Language. Mentions of sexism.
Word count: 4,538
They hadnโt exchanged more than a few words since they left Moniโs house undetected. The only sound around them was the relentless singing of cicadas. Mercedes usually found it to be soothing, but not then. Discretely observant, Namor noticed the way her fingers gripped the edges of the map she was using to find her way to the coordinates in the paper. He observed her locked jaw and how her eyebrows barely met in the middle of her forehead when she narrowed her eyes whenever the slightest noise reached her ears.
Mercedes was in her element. Still, something was new. He could see it in the way her knees were slightly bent to make as little noise as possible the closer they got to their destination, and in the way she never lowered her arms below her waist in case she needed to protect her chest. Talokanil knowledge taught by one of his best men and closest friends. Even after such a short time, he knew she would always remember to gather all her strength in her knees and elbows because thatโs what Attuma always taught to shorter soldiers.
Too late he realized she had said something to him and was expecting an answer.
โSorry, I thought I heard something behind us,โ He excused himself.
โI said Iโm worried because now they seem to know where the village is,โ Mercedes repeated, swatting a low-hanging branch away, โMaybe you should have stayed behind to look after Moni and Antonia,โ
โIf they knew of their closeness to you, they would have targeted them too,โ Namor reassured her, โThey would have taken them as well,โ
โAre you sure?โ She asked, taking another look at the map.
โItโs what I would have done.โ
โAnd do you think sheโs stillโฆ?โ Mercedes asked, unwilling to finish the grim sentence.
โShe is. Weโll get her back.โ He sounded so determined that a hidden, primigenial crook of her brain tingled in a pleasantly alleviated way knowing she wasnโt alone. He would help her. He would protect her.
โStill, thereโs something else you should be worried about,โ Namor gravely warned her, โWhoever did this knew there was going to be a celebration that day and the exact time at which the noise would be loud enough to camouflage the shooting. Either that or somebody else told them,โ
โAn outsider wouldnโt be able to randomly show up in town, much less ask about the celebrations without raising suspicion.โ
Namor stopped walking and firmly placed a hand in front of Mercedes, halting her steps.
โStop. There are more people ahead of us. I think we found them,โ
โThe coordinates are still a few kilometers ahead of us,โ She whispered, taking another peek at the map.
โNo, thatโs probably where they want to make the exchange. We mustโve stumbled upon their campsite.โ
Only a few meters ahead of them, settled at the bottom of a steep slope that led into a hollow, stood three large tents. Most of the activity seemed to be taking place inside them since outside, only about eight men circled the area brandishing long weapons.
โMe lleva la chingada. Three tents, of course,โ Mercedes muttered, staring intently at them as if she could see through the thick canvas to determine where they were keeping her grandmother, โI guess weโre going to have to take them by surprise,โ
โIโm faster. It will make more sense if I check all the tents and you take care of the ones that try to escape,โ
โNo,โ Mercedes immediately objected, the mere thought of going their separate ways bringing up memories that manifested physically as an ice-cold grip on her heart, โNo, weโre not splitting up,โ
โXmeech,โ Namor placed his hand under her chin, softly turning her head towards him, โTheir bullets cannot hurt me the way they would hurt you. But I canโt protect your grandmother and make sure none of them escape. I need you.โ
Despite the situation, Mercedes managed to remain calm. She knew that, despite her chiichโs involvement, freaking out wouldnโt help anybody. By now, focusing on tracing and following a plan under crippling stress wasnโt foreign to her. She chose to focus on that Yet, her throat felt dry and raspy, like it was about to close up. Every time his soft exhalations caressed her cheeks, the pressure on her chest increased until breathing became a nearly impossible task.
โWhich tent will you go to first?โ She asked after releasing herself from his touch with a swift nod before rummaging through her bag.
โThe left one,โ Namor replied, his voice promptly reverting to his usual tone, back to his Talokanil warrior self that would be much more useful in this situation rather than this stupid infatuated youngster he seemed to occasionally, and inconveniently, turn into, โThere is a blind spot in the shifts of those two men, and a ten-second window I can use to sneak in. That will give us the advantage if sheโs there, and if sheโs not the commotion will draw all the guardsโฆโ
โTo the tent that needs the most protection, so Iโll know where they have her,โ Mercedes chimed in with a complicit smile, which was proudly reciprocated by her partner. Before he left, she took a glass bottle filled with some sort of fuel and a piece of cloth for a wick, โIf sheโs not inside, light those fuckers up,โ
โTรกan wรกaj a wรฉetel?โ He asked, firmly pressing her hands together and encompassing them in his own.
โTa wรฉetel.โ She adamantly replied, removing her hands to shift them so they were holding Namorโs, giving them a tight squeeze. The minute she let go, he turned away and began stealthily making his way down the slope.
If somebody had told Namor just a few months ago that he would ever put himself at risk of being discovered just to keep an inhabitant of the surface safe, he would have laughed at their mere thought. However, as kind as the elderly woman appeared to be, deep inside he knew the true reason that drove him to do something as insane as raiding a camp with no preparation whatsoever and no backup was sitting on top of a hill doing her best to contribute to the mission. If only he had Namora and Attuma by his side, they would be done in less than thirty minutes. He hadnโt even been able to inform them of the reason for their delay. Hell, he wasnโt even sure of what would happen or whether sheโd actually choose to return after they got out of there, but he decided to focus on the matter at hand. He was right. Two of the guards crossed paths and continued until they got lost around the corner. Right before he could rush into the tent, an unexpected guard popped outside. With a surprised curse, the man aimed his rifle at the warrior, who unwaveringly ignored his orders to stop as he kept approaching him.
Inside, a dozen men pried their eyes off the map splayed on the table before them almost simultaneously when several shots were fired outside followed by cries they did not expect to hear from any of their security personnel. Exchanging nervous glances, some of them even reached to their side to grab their weapons. Before they could begin to wonder what was going on, the man that had just left the tent crossed the entrance again, though not by his own foot. Instead, he flew several meters across the tent and fell on the wooden table so harshly that it broke in two before everybodyโs eyes. However, they all turned to look at the only access to the tent when they realized much to their horror and confusion that the only sound coming from the outside besides the distant warning calls of the other guards, was absolute silence. And alarmingly slow footsteps unfalteringly moving towards them.
The minute the first tent went up in flames, Mercedes saw how the remaining guards either rushed to the burning tent or ran to the one on the far right. Not one of them tried to escape, and the urge to come closer was too powerful. Taking one last look at the treeline to make sure it was empty, she rushed down the hill and combed the edge of the remaining tent. Not even a minute later, Mercedes came across one of the guards, the element of surprise enabling her to shoot him down before he could place his finger on the trigger. Hastily picking up his weapon to replace her gun with it, she ran inside the middle tent expecting to find her grandmother inside. Instead, she was met with at least another six men from which at least three raised their guns at her while the rest hid behind a wooden table set in the middle. Swiftly dropping to the floor just in time to avoid getting hit by a rain of bullets, Mercedes practically rolled to seek refuge behind a metallic cabinet. The lack of hiding places made it easy for her to realize her grandmother wasnโt there, but the hollow sound the bullets made against the steel that guarded her prevented her from just throwing a Molotov cocktail and getting the hell out of there. The cabinet was bulletproofed, which could only mean that whatever was inside was extremely valuable. Mercedes took a deep breath and a quick peek at her assailants. There were in fact five armed men and three more taking cover underneath the tables. She firmly gripped the rifle and took a deep breath before leaving her shelter momentarily, opening fire against them and taking cover before they could respond. Three armed men and two under the table. โA ver pinche escuincla, ยฟvamos a tener que deshacernos de tu abuelita o podemos hablar como gente adulta?โ Alright, fucking brat, are we going to have to get rid of your granny or can we talk like adults? โยฟCrees que por decir โpinche escuinclaโ voy a creer que eres mexa, cabrรณn?โ Mercedes yelled back from behind the cabinet, knowing damn well they were just trying to provoke her to lure her out. The man, despite attempting to use the lingo to cover it up, was definitely not a native speaker. This time, he replied in English. Do you think that because you said "pinche escuincla" I'll believe you're Mexican, asshole? โIf any of us makes the call, the next time you see your grandma will be washed off on the riverbed. So you better come out here so we can talk it over.โ After giving it some thought, Mercedes stood up and aimed in the direction of the voice with the rifle, despite knowing she was being aimed at. โThis isnโt going to work unless you drop your weapon, sweetheart,โ The sentence was issued in a warning tone. Mercedesโ blood boiled in her veins at the use of the nickname, but she clenched her jaw despondently and started to lower the rifle, willing to talk for long enough to buy herself some time to better assess the situation. That calm, logical disposition would only last for about five more seconds, right until she heard the mocking voice of one of the unarmed men under the table.
โThank you. God forbid we should make a woman angry.โ
Namor heard the shootout right beside him. Annoyed at the womanโs apparent inability to just do what she was told, he made use of his wings to survey their surroundings, hoping nobody had gotten away while Mercedes unsurprisingly jumped in harmโs way. At least he had made sure nobody in the first tent would be able to say what theyโd seen there, and from the air, it looked as if everybody had taken cover and run inside either of the two shelters. He then rushed to the final tent, certain that the kidnapped woman would be inside. Instead, he found it to be nearly empty save for a table filled with scattered papers and old walkie-talkies. He reasoned that since the campsite wasnโt large enough to need a radio communication system, they probably were intended for those waiting at the coordinates that were given to Mercedes. Namor quickly went through the papers on the table, searching for something that could have information worthy to be spared from the fire. Instead, he felt relieved that it was he who found those documents and not Mercedes. There were pictures of her. Some were as recent as the first day they arrived in her hometown, and others appeared to have been taken months ago. She was doing mundane things such as walking the streets of an unknown city or talking on the phone. In one of them, taken through a window, she was sitting in a living room with a small coffee table full of printed photographs. Sometimes he forgot she had not been a soldier for a long time and had chosen to pursue other interests.
Some of the material, however, was confusing. She didnโt look much younger but still was dressed in camouflage apparel, depicted with some other people with the lower half of their faces covered with a bandana or a scarf. But those were undoubtedly her eyes. She was sitting on a rock, supporting her weight on a rifle as she stared at the camera. In another photo, she was standing in line with two other women that stared at the photographer with equally tired looks, a table before them filled with brown packages and three long weapons. The last one was a mugshot, and what baffled him most was the name on the plaque she held. It wasnโt hers.
Another round of gunshots in the tent next to him made him look up. Before he could worry, he could hear Mercedesโ voice above all the rounds shouting something along the lines of โa ver si con ese hoyo en la jeta se te quita lo machito, cabrรณn," Let's see if that hole in your mug takes away your macho attitude, motherfucker
It was then that he wondered whether sheโd ever been truly mad at him. Probably not.
K'uk'ulkan then noticed the flames of the neighboring tent were starting to lick the edges of the one he was in, and he knew it was time to leave before his skin started to resent it. Right before exiting the tent, a sound made him turn around, his observant glance falling upon one of the walkie-talkies, from which some static emerged before a voice was distinguishable.
Mercedes sat down on the pierced remnants of the wooden table, trying to catch her breath. She thanked whatever deity that the men inside that were unarmed werenโt fast enough to grab the weapons of their fallen comrades to defend themselves. Taking down three men was exhausting enough in itself. However, she was far from relieved. She had seen the flames slowly take over the only remaining shelter, which indicated that her grandmother wasnโt there either. With no unchecked tents left, chiich still missing and Namor nowhere to be seen, Mercedesโ heart was beating faster than ever, so much so that she felt as if she was going to throw up. In fact, she was surprised that something like that had worn her out so much. She understood she wasnโt in her twenties anymore, but stillโฆ The woman sighed and continued to scan what was left of the papers sheโd found inside the cabinet, which now rested on the table, hoping to find a hint of her grandmotherโs whereabouts. Enthralled trying to piece together the fragments of information, Mercedes was oblivious to the agonizing man behind her desperately trying to reach the handle of one of the discarded guns. With one last colossal effort, he curled his fingers around the still-warm metal and aimed at her, confident of his chances of hitting his target since she was less than three feet away from him.
A loud bang startled Mercedes as she quickly spun around just in time to see a man dropping a gun and falling to the floor with a heavy thud, a large smoking wound covering the higher half of his back. Slowly making her way towards him, the woman intended to inspect the strange laceration as she knelt next to the body. While her eyes were focused on the edges of the injury, a voice spoke from the other side of the closest wall, calling her name. The interlocutor was hidden by the dark, thick canvas of the tent. Mercedes jumped to her feet, aiming at the spot.
โStop,โ The voice firmly instructed before she could take a single step, โDonโt t come any further. Iโm not with them and Iโm not here to hurt you.โ
โWhy would I trust somebody I canโt even properly look at?โ Mercedes urged the person, never lowering her weapon or her guard. Silence followed. Unbeknownst to her, the stranger was amused.
โWe have that in common. But I think that what I just did is enough proof for now.โ They calmly replied. This person had a strict, yet velvety voice. Perhaps slightly condescending, too.
โThanks. What do you want?โ Mercedes asked through gritted teeth, begrudgingly granting the stranger that one point.
โI know who you are.โ
โBig news. So did they.โ
โNo, Mercedes. I know who you are.โ The voice insisted, slowly emphasizing the words so that they sounded more like a warning or a vague threat. Inside the tent, Mercedes felt a sharp pressure on her chest and realized she was holding the rifle so tightly that her knuckles had turned white.
โWhat do you want?โ Just like it happened with the previous sentence, a subtle change in her enunciation of the question the impatient inquiry now bordered on pleading.
โYou have some powerful friends, donโt you?โ
She didnโt like the course this conversation was taking. Not one bit. Speaking of powerful friends, where the hell was hers?
โIf youโre wondering where he is, he should be getting to your grandmother any moment now at the coordinates these people sent you. Sheโs as alright as it was possible. Consider this a favor in exchange for another.โ
โA favor?โ She spoke again, the strangerโs ambiguous statements not doing much for her puzzled state.
โDid you really think they would have let either of you just walk away after you gave them what they wanted? After what they did to you some time ago in the caves one would think you learned something,โ
โI wasnโt going to give them anything,โ Mercedes argued defensively, โI never intended to negotiate.โ
โI see,โ The voice replied, mostly devoid of emotion but with a trace of surprise in it, โAs I said earlier, your grandmother isnโt in harmโs way anymore, I made sure of it. But we both know there is no way to ensure her safety going forward, right?โ
โYouโre making it sound like there is. Iโm guessing this is where you call in that favor?โ Mercedes pressed her lips together, furrowing her eyes in concentration as she anxiously tapped her index against the side of the weapon, โWhat are your terms?โ
โI have some powerful friends too, Mercedes. I can ensure your grandmotherโs safety from any further attacks on her or the rest of your family. What I need from you in return is what these men asked from you. I want the laptop that contains all the information you have on Wexler and the research on the toxic spores,โ
โOf course,โ She replied, her grip on the rifle tightening again, โWho do you work for? Another government thatโs going to do exactly what these people intended?โ
โI canโt say much more, but I can assure you that we wonโt use that information to make any weapons, or harm anybody. I give you my word.โ
Despite her inability to see the owner of the voice, the emotion in it was real enough for Mercedes to ponder whether she should trust them. The contents of the laptop did not only include records on her and others or information regarding the toxic fungus, but also photographic evidence of the infested grotto right above an entrance to Talokan. And given the fact that whoever this was seemed to be aware of Namorโs existence, chances were they knew of the submarine city.
โIt doesnโt matter anyways,โ She huffed in a slightly less defensive tone, โI donโt have the laptop with me. I told you, I wasnโt here to negotiate.โ
โI suppose itโsโฆback there, isnโt it?โ
Just like she suspected. They knew. Mercedes looked behind and around her despite being convinced she was alone. Or, more accurately, to make sure she was. Forgetting she was also hidden from the strangerโs sight, she nodded. After receiving no answer, Mercedes remembered and answered affirmatively in a barely audible whisper. She was met with a long, thoughtful sigh.
โListen carefully. This is what weโre going to do. Iโll make sure your family is safe so you can go back and retrieve the hard drive of the laptop. I think I can get you four months. You come back to the surface, hand it over and thatโs all.โ
โAnd if Iโm not back by then?โ Mercedes asked after a lengthy silence.
โI donโt think my friends would wait for longer than that, and I wonโt be able to guarantee your familyโs safety anymore.โ
Another silence followed. Fortunately, the mysterious person was proving to be rather patient.
โCan you promise me that none of that information will be used against my friends?โ
This time it was the other part that seemed to hesitate and took longer to answer.
โNot if they donโt force us to.โ
It wasnโt the most reassuring answer. Deep inside, Mercedes knew that even if they rescued chiich that day, she had no idea of what theyโd do after. She didnโt even know in what state the whole ordeal had left her and didnโt even want to think about it. The best they could do was taking her back to her comfort zone, but Mercedes didnโt know whether the town was safe anymore. For her, and also for Moni and Antonia. If there were any more members of whatever organization this was, they would respond to what Namor and her had done that day. Harshly. No matter how much she trusted her abilities to protect herself, Mercedes knew she could do little or nothing to fight off a larger number of assailants without Namorโs help if they decided to attack again, and he had to go back to Talokanโฆyesterday, technically. She looked back up, her lips still forming a fine line and a cold shiver running down her spine. She needed to give an answer.
Namor was visibly confused when he emerged from the thick jungle. First of all, he expected the prisoner to be surrounded by more guards, but there were none in sight. It was as if theyโd just left her there in the middle of a clear, despite him having heard through the walkie-talkie that sheโd been moved to the โarranged coordinatesโ. Second of all, it wasnโt just the old lady sitting there with an absent look. Right next to her, fighting to free herself, was none other than Antonia. While there was a piece of cloth lodged in her mouth, the woman glared at Namor angrily and yelled a muffled demand. He slowly approached them to make sure this wasnโt some sort of trap, never ceasing to look at their surroundings even while untying the knots that bound the elderly womanโs wrists together. Then, Namor removed the makeshift gag from Antoniaโs mouth before starting to untie her as well.
โItโs her fault,โ She cried with a quiet hiccup, โEvery time something like this happens, itโs got something to do with her,โ
Namor didnโt reply. If only she knew it had been them and nothing else that prompted Mercedes to jump into a ship full of armed men. Still, Antonia seemed to have understood his silence as permission to keep talking.
โAnd still youโre with her, huh? You must think sheโs so brave. What did she tell you? That sob story of a little girl born into a world of violence who only ever did what was necessary to protect and avenge her loved ones? Pobrecita Santa Mercedes Mรกrtir.โ
His interest somewhat piqued, Namor slowed down for just one second before continuing to work on the knots.
โI donโt even know who you are but you seem nice, so Iโll give you some advice,โ Antonia continued, her voice trembling both from anger and her earlier weeping, โRun. She mightโve fooled everybody with her fucking feigned regrets, but I know that woman. Sheโs not running from violence and never has. She craves it so much she just keeps finding new ways to get us into trouble and justify herself by claiming sheโs doing something to repay all the damage sheโs caused and keeps causing. Mercedes was the death of my father, she nearly was ours today and will be yours if you donโt watch your back around her.โ
โKรคn-รคn!โ
The yell that came from the trees made Antonia stop talking and Namor drop the now loose rope and turn his head towards the sound. Mercedes emerged from the trees and couldnโt help but let a breathless smile tug at the edge of her lips when she spotted Namor standing there. Sadly, the happy moment didnโt last for long since the smile vanished from her lips the moment she laid eyes on her grandmother and Antonia sitting there. Of course, Mercedes first went to chiich.
โChiich? Can you hear me?โ The woman turned to look at her grandchild and nodded absently in complete silence. At least she could react to that.
โNaโ, this is not home,โ Chiich spoke with a raspy voice, โAm I being carried with my ancestors?โ
Mercedes threw her arms around her grandmother and buried her head in the crook of her neck, a few tears already spilling down her cheeks as she shook her head negatively.
โNot yet, in chan niktรฉ. Not yet. Weโll take you back home,โ
Caressing her grandmotherโs hair, Mercedes turned to look at Antonia, whose eyes were fixated on the dirt on her fingernails.
โAre you okay?โ She asked. Antonia nodded and dryly asserted she was fine.
Feeling a wave of much-needed relief wash over herself, Mercedes tackled a surprised Namor in a hug, silently thanking him for his help. He knew it would take her a little to admit she wouldnโt have done it without his help, but for now, feeling her breath against his neck and as she held him tightly against her would do. Namor let himself melt into the embrace, sliding his arms around her slowly to test her reaction. When he finally pulled away, he did it just enough to keep their noses touching to once again see if she tried something, anything, that might indicate that whatever had elicited her reaction earlier on top of that tree was still there.
Mercedesโ mouth hesitantly hovered over his, a shaky breath left her lips and reached his ears, coursing through his body like a violent shiver in stark contrast with her warm breath against his face. Leaning in, she pressed a chaste kiss to the corners of his mouth on each side before thanking him again.
Too preoccupied with the ambivalent, hard-to-predict displays of affection from the woman before him, Kโukโulkan was unable to perceive the figure that watched from the trees.
The Translations
Tรกan wรกaj a wรฉetel?: Are you with me?
Ta wรฉetel: I'm with you
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