#k’uk’ulkan

[aolechan]

Tenoch Huerta Mejía as Namor in Black Panther: Wakanda Forever (2022) directed by Ryan Coogler

[mrsaguapapi]

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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 “Euphoria” An HBO Original Series – 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

[demigoddessqueens]

Please excuse my rambling!! I talk too much 😅😅😅 I hope this is okay!💜

Hii! Can I please request a Namor x fem!nurse!reader where she’s a traveling nurse, and travels all around the world for her job. She happens to be on the beach that is right above where Talokan is. She wanders around the beach and happens to accidentally wander into Namor’s cave at the same time that Nakia stabbed the Talokanil guard before escaping. Y/n finds the girl and one, is shook because she has never seen Talokanil people, Y/n is only human, but she quickly works on getting the girl stable and saves her life. Namor finds her saving the guard’s life and is surprised at a surface dweller having compassion for his people, so he shows her compassion back. He shows her the wonders of his Kingdom, and for the first time, finds himself having feelings for a surface dweller. He asks her to stay with him, saying that he could make it to where she can breathe underwater, live as long as he does, and that she would be his Queen and he’d spoil her and show her so much love: She says yes. 🥰 The two fall deeper and deeper in love as time goes on🥰

Okay a) this is adorable as heck?!! 🥹💕😭💞

b) this reminds me of Dracula and Lisa from Castlevania so much

C) he’s waiting for you to call on the shell-phone

i think i might like you

A/N: also posted here on ao3, words ~1.2k

EDIT - A/N: a very loonnng overdue fic

Tagging @namorwife @deliciousfestsalad @omgsuperstarg @beautifulsoulsublime @historygeekqueen @rosestoophelia @urlocallsimp

There were those close to you who had been with you since the start of this mobile clinic. And in this moment, you wished you could be back in the mainland with them right now.

The figure that stood before you kept his steely-eyes gaze on you, just waiting for any movement from you.

Damn your good-natured heart and inquisitive nature that compelled you to explore. It made you superb in your abilities to heal others, but there was always the catch in the most dire situations. The young woman before you needed aid and fast.

“Who are you, to trespass here?!”

“I was just passing by—please, she needs help—I can heal her.”

A quavering response from you would only suffice for now.

“I have had enough of the surface world and your lies—!”

“No! I swear! I’m not lying. Please! Just let me help and then you can decide what to do with me.

You waited for him to speak. The one who stood in front with the elongated spear waited for Namor’s command before he nodded. As soon as the spear lowered, you set off to tend to the wounded individual.

A spare IV bag and catheter luckily were on your person. Spare bandages were given to stop the bleeding. You did not think much of it, but you spoke out what steps you were taking to heal this woman, a chant of sorts to show that you meant no ill will and to ease your nerves.

Within a few minutes, the young woman regained her breath and gulped down as much air as she could. You let out the sigh of relief that you dodn't reealie you had been holding in. Feeling a tug at the edge of your clothes, you felt yourself plummet backwards against the cool stone of the floor. The one who you assumed was the

"If you leave this instant, I would not be so generous as to those who entered my kingdom last! Leave while you still have your life intact!"

In a few hurried breaths of "I'm leaving, I'm sorry", you scrambled to your feet and left faster than when you arrived. You never looked back for a split second until you were back aboard your mobile home.

Sleep did not come easy to you that night and when morning came, you saw the same man from before.

He looked at you with a matter-of-fact expression as he had rummaged through the medical supplies you had kept, noting said lack of defenses.

”You carry no weapons with you.”

“N-no, my line of work doesn’t require it.., and I’m not a fan of it as a nurse…”

Looking you up and down, the man circled around to observe you with an inquisitive nature. Every clink of the ornate spear in his hand made you flinch, but you hid the effect it was having on your nerves.

”…it means I’m a healer, I help people along this coast who need assistance…”

Stopping in front of you, the proximity of his intense gaze made you feel like a deer in the headlights.

“I am familiar with healers, though I still find your placement and occupation quite odd. But I do extend my gratitude for you upon reviving one of my guardsmen.

”Yes, you’re welcome—I mean thank you…?”

“You may call me Namor. And I will return tomorrow. I wish to speak with you more on matters.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Namor dove beneath the waves. And before you had a chance to respond, you caught the faintest ripples underneath as he swam away.

Though the conversation you had with Namor had been short, you looked forward to seeing him soon.

After that day, you waited with bated breath to see if he would hold true to his promise. Your mind was racing with a thousand thoughts on what to do next. Do you need to defend yourself? Should you relent and just radio everyone else in the mainland? Can you--?

A ripple away from you signaled that he may have honored his part of the deal. You could see the few tufts of curls rising from the water’s stillness before Namor rose from the water. You let out the sigh of relief that you didn't realize was being held in suspense for long.

"It would be shameful conduct to not uphold my end of an agreement, and for that I apologize."

You greeted his response with a small smile, and against your better judgment, invited this mysterious man aboard your barge.

From that day forward, the one called Namor continued to visit at the end of each week. Then it was every other day, until everyday of the week for a while. And each time, you noticed a small wound or scrape that this king had for you to tend to.

A sparring session gone wrong. An unfortunate event with a wandering sea creature. A close call in battle against the Wakandan army that left him greatly incapacitated

You don't know why, but for some reason you were grateful that Namor had survived the ordeal and still came to see you.

There were other days were you two just talked about anything, even the most boring mundane things you never paid much attention to until he brought it up. Though there were choice words about the songs you didn’t realize you were humming that made you blush.

Endless nights that mentioned your people that you had found through this line of work, his family and those of the people he cared for. You knew what he meant upon hearing the noted softness in his tone.

"I....lost some people close to me. For a short while a few years back, and I was alone for a while--. I know why you do what you do for your people, and I understand why you’re so protective of everyone.

He noted the softness laced in your tone of voice. Gently placing a hand atop yours, you were taken aback by the concerned expression across his face.

“I protect that and those which I find most dear in my world. And in this one.”

Heat rose to your cheeks as you pieced together the implications of his words. Thigh you both wanted to kiss each other, settling for a touch instead was enough for now.

It was only the beginning for you two after that night. Namor couldn’t imagine a day gone by that didn’t involve at least seeing you once, nor could you imagine the same. You looked forward to just any time together.

There was the kiss you shared with each other under the stars. The first time you stayed together for the night. And it all led to this moment that you welcomed inevitably.

The day Namor offered you the bit of herb that led to the creation of his people. You accepted without hesitation, and dove beneath the waves with him as it burned through your body. Sealed with a kiss as the current carried you both away, Namor held his love and new Queen of Talokan in his arms as one does for priceless treasure.

[whowantsnachos]

the siren song in wakanda forever (where all the boat staff jump off and all that) in theaters was one of the best experiences i’ve ever had watching movies in a theater

[la-maripoza]

The Summoning of K’uk’ulkan

Chapter 16: Humid

“You are not K’uk’ulkan or Namor,” she whispered, lashes fluttering open.

He shook his head—her cacao eyes sharpened.

“You are not the one that wore my blanket.”

Underneath him, lithe muscles tensed, accompanied by a predatory growl. Kaano’ would have savoured Báalam’s animalistic croon if not for what it signalled.

[aolechan]

”Only the most broken people can be great leaders.” Namor Week 2024 @namorweek Day 7 - Creator’s Choice | Favorite Quotes insp and tutorial by thereigning-lorelai

[evita-shelby]

Cozy

I know i said these would all be peaky blinders one shots but these two wanted to be written lol

K’uk’ulkan/Namor x Eva Smith

The hut they live in is small, thatch roofed hut covered in murals hand painted by him.

Once they have children they’ll expand it accordingly, but that won’t be for a while yet.

Her family ,and she before the revolution, would call this cramped and horrid, but to her, the woman she now, its is cozy and beautiful in ways museums would envy.

Besides, in good company everything is better. Even her shellshock nor fits of melancholia don’t hit as harshly as it did before he came into her life.

He is not Namor nor even K’uk’ulkan here. He is Ch’ah toh Almehen, he is her husband and not the god king of Talokan.

“I wasn’t sure you would like living like this.” He admits as they lounged lazily in his, no, their hammock. Ch’ah keeps one winged foot on the ground to keep it swaying and forgets the burden of kingship for the evening.

Or at least Eva assumes its evening, it should be in Talokan or else he wouldn’t have returned to their home inside the cenote.

“What use is ten bedrooms when I’m all alone up there?” the witch queen asked sprawled over his broad chest.

He was strangely warm despite his amphibious nature, dried out faster than a normal human or even a magical one like her. A weakness no enemy has yet to exploit on her godlike husband.

He chuckled and brushed the stray hair from her face. “So lonely you decided to elope with a man you knew for two days, in yakunaj?”

“Yes, that lonely in kuxtal.”

[beastlymessofmine]

Nah cuz rarepair idea: Namor and Nakia

[underwaterspiderbird]

Liik'ik Talokan

Me, a Filipino, watching Namor burn the Spanish colonizers to the ground:

[mariaxxxxx]

Pillow bird (+18)

Summary: K’uk’ulkan to eat your pussy and try to get you pregnant (+18)

Warnings: 18+ ONLY/ Minors DNI, Angust, Hurt comfort, Sex, Apologies, Crying, Creampie, Passionate sex, size difference, smut, soft!dom!, HEA, good ending, slight degradation, unprotected sex (don't do that wrap this thing), curse words, breeding kink, Namor loves to eat pussy

A/N:One day I was browsing reddit and I came across an interesting term "PILLOW PRINCESS" which refers to a person who only receives sex. I simply became obsessed with it! And I imagined myself being the little bird of the water daddy who only wants to receive sex and he, like a benevolent god, was willing to give it to me without hesitation. I hope you enjoy the delirium of a writer.

A/N: English is not my mother tongue. I apologize for any errors.

Work count: 2.113

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Your body landed on the piles of pillows and cushions under the wet wooden reeds. You made sure to smooth out the hand-embroidery done by your servants, all to avoid looking at him.

“You’re beautiful, little bird.” He says, his voice coming out in a soft, sensual purr. You quickly catch his hidden message, a subliminal way of saying he wants to eat you.

In a single movement he throws himself at you and pulls you towards him, his lips rising to your chin and then, the kiss. His hands cup your cheek as his tongue penetrates your mouths. He tasted like honey and salt. It was intoxicating, it made you want more and more.

His hands left your cheeks to support his weight on his palms. He was getting bolder by the minute. He was still busy devouring your mouth and stealing your breath when he maneuvered his pelvis to meet yours. You broke the kiss to moan when you felt his hardness, protected by his checkered thong, slam into your wet, covered pussy.

“Do you feel it, little bird? Feel what you do to me.” He whispers in her ear, as he rubs their sexes together. “You, my little bird, can bring this God to his knees.”

“ K'uk'ulkan ” you moan. He continues the movement making you wet.

He slides one hand between your bodies and pokes your pussy over your panties, his fingers sliding up and down, teasing. But he was greedy and impatient. K'uk'ulkan was a man who enjoyed the sensual dance you engaged in before he penetrated you with his cock, but today he just wanted to bury his face between your legs and drown in your cum.

He pulls his finger away, and you protest, only to scream in surprise when he pushes his body up to kneel between your feathers. He places your knees around his waist, leaving you open, and then rips your panties in one motion. You gasp as you feel your pussy exposed. It was wet, so wet. It took little for your K'uk'ulkan to make you gush like a waterfall.

Then he goes for the final blow. He thrusts two fingers deep, sliding effortlessly past your lubricated lips. Your knees buckle, your eyes roll back, and you scream too loudly. K'uk'ulkan groans along with you, he moistens his lips with his tongue and speaks:

“Always so tight.” He sounds hungry. “My little bird can barely take my cock, but you’re a good girl, aren’t you? You always manage to take it.”

You lift your torso a little just to see his long fingers sliding in and out. His thumb brushes against your swollen, neglected clit, and you fall back against the pillows. He fucks you with his fingers and presses your clit in circular motions; K'uk'ulkan has always been good at multitasking.

“God...” You gasp as he presses against your G-spot.

“Yes! God.” He murmurs. “Pray to me, little bird. Ask K’uk’ulkan to cum.”

“I need to cum. Please, please, please. K'uk'ulkan , let me cum...."

He doesn't let you finish your prayer as his thumb speeds up and his fingers inside your pussy are pressed with more intensity. This is enough to throw you off the edge. Your lower abdomen tingles, starting from the tip of your foot to your head, and then you explode. You come, screaming and crying out for him. He continues to stimulate you as the intense pleasure runs through your body. He only stops when your body falls, relaxed, onto the reeds and the relief of tension perspires across your skin.

He pulls his fingers out and your pussy gushes with your excitement staining the sheet below. When your senses return to your body, shame bathes your senses as you realize how wet the blanket was. You realize he was smiling. The bastard was smiling after giving you pleasure and humiliating you by shamelessly exposing how good he was at making you cum. The wet sheet was proof of how that man knew how to handle your pussy.

“Beautiful,” he growls. “I will keep this sheet forever, little bird. Maybe I will hang it up to see the result of my love for you every day.”

“Stop it.” You beg in a weak voice, perhaps from shame, perhaps from pleasure.

K'uk'ulkan barely gave you time to think as he made sure to rip the thin fabric that covered your torso, he got rid of all the cloth leaving you completely exposed to him. You were planning to protest because he was still dressed - with his thong and jewelry and you were so naked. He pulls away, lifting your leg with ease and resting it on his shoulder.

“Fuck my face while I eat you, my little bird.”

“Yes...” Is the last thing you say before he puts his mouth on your pussy.

You thread your fingers through his soft, thick hair. K'uk'ulkan groans and licks your sensitive clit; the wet sensation makes you flinch slightly from the sensitization of your previous orgasm. He grips your hips and looks up at you briefly in a clear warning, "Don't walk away from me." And so you do. Your hips move forward, not as smoothly as you would like, but your lover seems to like it. Your wetness coats his lips and stains his beard with each movement of his hips, and you feel that heat building in your core.

“Oh... ah....! ” You don’t bother to formulate a sentence with his lips and tongue so good in your pussy.

K'uk'ulkan 's hands press harder on your hips, encouraging your movements, then move up towards your right breast, squeezing and groping the soft flesh and lightly pulling on your nipple. Your heart pounds in your chest as your moans turn into needier sounds. You briefly hear a groan from him as he eats your pussy, he was having so much fun fucking you so hard that he left you on the edge of the cliff. You are squirting. You scream when he uses his tongue to play with your clit.

Then the sensation comes again, but this time stronger, more aggressive. It’s as if the entire body has become skin. Each touch reverberates deeply, like a note tuned to the limit between control and abandonment. The breathing loses its rhythm. Time slows down. Everything concentrates on one point—hot, pulsing, urgent. A wave comes. First soft, almost shy… then intense, invincible. It’s as if everything physical expands in an internal glow, a sweet tremor that spreads in spirals inside. The muscles contract, the chest heaves, the eyes close—sometimes with a sound, a sigh, a moan that escapes without asking permission. And then… comes the peak. The world stops for a moment. A burst of pleasure, release, raw and complete vulnerability. Then, relief. A smile. A warmth that lingers.

He pulls out of your pussy with a wet pop. You spurt with excitement, leaving even more obvious traces of your cum on your sheets.

“Sweet little thing.” He wipes his mouth slowly as he crawls on top of you again. “Now, my little bird, I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to leave my cum deep inside you.”

You were still floating in your sweet haze of pleasure, barely able to assimilate what came out of his lips. Your distraction was so great that you barely saw him take off his thong and jewelry. When some sense – and dignity – returned to your body, your eyes could only see his large, long member; hard, rigid and dripping, crying out for attention. His cock briefly pokes your belly, leaving a trail of his excitement. Your mouth exclaims a curse when your pussy easily accepts his cock.

Thanks to your excitement, he slides in easily. But there was still a small discomfort inside. K'uk'ulkan was big. Even after so many years and so many nights of love, adjusting him could be slightly uncomfortable, but it was an discomfort that you welcomed with happiness. Even the pain he caused turned into pleasure. You curse as you adjust yourself to him. K'uk'ulkan barely gave you time, grabbing your soft thighs and keeping your legs wide open for him.

“It’s so big.” The words are out of your mouth before you can think. “So big...”

He smiles. He always smiles. He reaches out to cup your face like a false symbol of pity.

“You can handle it, my little bird. Your pussy was made to take my cock and your womb to carry my children.”

“Yes, God, yes...” and then the words are replaced by moans and screams of pleasure as her lover begins to penetrate her.

You could feel it deep in your cervix, your walls vibrating around his rock-hard cock that hit every sensitive spot. Your toes curled and your eyes rolled back; that damn feeling was taking over your body. You were going to cum again. K'uk'ulkan 's cock was thick and heavy, hitting every crevice. You felt the pressure deep inside, more intense upwards, hitting right at that spot that made you gush with pleasure. Small moans mixed with screams and meaningless babbles of pleasure.

“Cum again, my girl. Cum on my cock. Cum for your God.” He sighs, thrusting with desire this time.

You sob, you cry, you moan, unable to contain the wave of excitement that pours from your cunt. K'uk'ulkan doesn't stop fucking you, until your pussy clenches around his cock, your back arches and your breathing becomes ragged. You come, screaming for him, crying out, begging for him. Your body relaxes and a sudden wave of sleep washes over you. Coming three times had finished you off.

Suddenly your lover pulls away. You feel empty with the sudden movement and were about to protest – even though you didn’t have enough strength to do so, since he hadn’t come yet. He pulls back slightly, without saying a single word, he puts his hands on your waist, and without much gentleness turns you onto your stomach. Before you can say anything, he puts his hands on your waist again and pulls you up, placing you on all fours.

Your back arches, your hands support your weight and your thighs open to receive him again. A heavy hand slaps your right ass cheek hard . You scream. He laughs. Bastard. You can't see what he's doing behind you, but his cock slides back into your pussy.

“Kan, cum inside me. Deep inside.”

The moment those words leave your mouth, a hand grabs your hair and pulls. You are forced to look up at the low ceiling of the hut and the paintings on the wall made by K'uk'ulkan . His thrusts become sloppier and more aggressive as he rides out his own release.

“Ask, little bird... ask for my cum.” K'uk'ulkan hums and you moan louder with his violent thrusts. “Ask for my baby. Come on! Ask for it!”

"Yes yes yes ...” You babble nonsensically. “I want...I want your babies. Give them to me, K'uk'ulkan .”

The sound of your pelvises grinding against each other became even louder. His movements became erratic, he fucked you without shame or care. It hurt, but it was a good pain. Deep down - maybe not so deep down - you loved how aggressive he was when he was about to cum; thrusting his cock deep into your pussy until he spilled all of his cum without ever wasting a drop.

“Take my seed, little bird. Carry my heir.” He hums loudly. With one last hard thrust he spills himself inside you. He groans and risks sloppy thrusts to ensure nothing is lost. With the last drop spilled inside you, K’uk’ulkan pulls away and collapses, exhausted, beside you in the reeds. You gush with your arousal and his mingling inside you. Your body slumps; tired, satisfied, fulfilled. Stickiness drips down your thighs and you feel glad for it. The room smells of thick, intoxicating sex.

Aside from the body spasms, you barely noticed how quiet your lover was. When you turned around you noticed that his eyes were closed, his back was rising and falling in a calm breath, his once hardened penis lay softened and glistening with your lubrication. You smiled and allowed yourself to rest next to him, because your lover was insatiable and after the brief nap he would want to eat you again.

[night-night-stories-before-bed]

Where the land meet the sea

Warning ⚠️; fluff, blood, injuries

Pairing; Namor (K’uk’ulkan)/Male!Vampire!Reader

Summary; You found an injured Namor and healed him. It wasn't hard for him to steal your heart.

Note; I’m cleaning and working on my WIPs, but those bastards are going to be huge so in the meantime here a small one for y'all while you are waiting ❤️ I love Namor so much. I hope will get more of him.

Credit @cafekitsune

The night was quiet besides the soft crashing of the waves on the beach. You walked along the shore, barefoot, allowing the water to wash over your feet and ankles. You sighed and looked up, your eyes locking on the full moon. You smiled, stopping to appreciate the sight and bathe in the moonlight.

As you closed your eyes, a new scent mixed with the sea breeze; blood. Fresh and warm, it made you salivate as you hadn't fed yet that day. You opened your eyes and followed the smell.

It wasn't long before you found the source: a man almost naked and covered in Mayan jewelry.

You froze, your eyes staring at every inch of the unconscious man. Even from a distance, you could hear his weak breathing, but his heartbeat was strong. You could also see his wounds bleeding slightly, the scarlet liquid rolling down his golden skin.

You licked your lips, slowly stepping closer.

You didn't know the man, nor did you recognize his face, but you could tell he was a dangerous one. Yet, as you got closer, the scent of burned flesh hit you like a slap across the face and you gagged, disgusted. You covered your nose, looking away, and sighed. A shiver ran down your spine when you finally noticed the debris of an aircraft all around the beach. What had happened here?

Your attention returned to the injured man as you heard him groaning in pain. He was still unconscious, too weak to regain full consciousness, you realized.

You hurried to his side, your hand slowly reaching for him. You examined his burned back, the stench intolerable, but you dealt with it. You gently turned the injured man on his back, only making him grunt in pain, before you took him in your arms.

His skin was too hot and shivering with a fever. Not hesitating this time, you carried the stranger to the sea. It was the only source of water you could use to clean him and, hopefully, make the fever drop. Maybe it would help him regain consciousness too, you hoped.

As you walked, you examined him closely.

His face was fair; he had the beauty of a king, you thought. Long scratches were across his face, and they kept bleeding. It was as if the man had been attacked by a large cat. He had more over his body, and bruises were forming. It wasn't hard to see he had been in a fight and was the loser, but it didn't explain why he only wore a pair of green underwear with a belt…

Once you reached the sea, you slowly got on your knees and lowered the man into the water. The waves washed upon him, cleaning his wounds. You cradled him against your chest as you helped the process. Under your fingers you felt the goosebumps that ran through him and how his muscles tensed and rolled with what could be pain. You froze when, under the moonlight, you saw something strange; the stranger’s wounds were healing unnaturally fast. You could see the scratches closing and turning into pale, thin lines before disappearing. You blinked a few times, wondering if your hunger made you hallucinate, but no, he was healing.

You turned your attention on the man’s face as he grew agitated in your arms. You passed a hand on his face, hushing him. His eyes fluttered open and turned on you. They were clouded, either by pain or because he wasn't fully conscious yet. You rested your hand on his cheek and smiled at him.

- “Easy. You are going to be fine. I don’t know what happened to you, but you are safe now. The water seems to be healing you, so you should feel better soon enough.” You explained, and the man just closed his eyes again.

You kept holding the injured man, relieved he was regaining some strength. The scent of his blood was slowly fading away, and it stopped bothering you. Your hunger remained, but not as strong as it was. As a vampire, you usually preyed on the weak and easy prey, but this one? This one you just couldn't bear to harm him more. There was something pitiful about him. Almost tragic.

You don't know how long you stayed in the sea, waiting for the injured man to wake up again, but the coldness of the water had you shivering before he began to stir. Little groans and grunts left his lips, and you saw his face twist in discomfort. You moved him slightly, trying to get him more comfortable against your chest. You saw him raise his hand and grab your shirt in a tight grip before he opened his eyes. This time they were clear, alert, but confused.

-“Who are you?” He asked, voice raspy and breath short.

- “The name’s Y/N. I found you unconscious on the beach, injured. What happened?” You asked, helping the man to sit properly. He still leaned on you, still weak. “What’s your name?”

He looked at you, his dark eyes judging you. You could almost see the gears of his brain working to see if you could be trusted. You offered a simple smile, your hand resting on his still-healing back.

- “I have many names. My people call me Ajaw K’uk’ulkan. But my enemies call me Namor.” He finally said, body relaxing and his expression softening.

There was something in his voice, like he had said those words before but had been hurt.

- “Well, you'll have to help me learn the right pronunciation. Not sure I’ll be able to pronounce it correctly at first.” You chuckled. “K’ulk’ulkank?”

- “K’uk’ulkan.” He corrected with a weak smile.

- “K’uk’ulkan…” You tried again, this time his name rolling naturally on your tongue.

He nodded and tried to get up, but his legs immediately collapsed, and he fell back into your arms with a groan. You held, not too tight, allowing K’uk’ulkanto to get comfortable once more. You heard him sighing in defeat.

- “Patience, you got messed up pretty good. Your back was badly burnt, and it’s still healing.” You pointed out as K’uk’ulkan rested his head on your shoulder.

- “You are from the surface, but you are not human, are you?” He asked.

His question took you by surprise, but you didn’t deny it. He didn’t try to push you away when you revealed your vampiric nature. Quite the contrary, for he was curious about it. Apparently, there wasn’t any vampire among his people. It was a strange thought. A civilization without vampires…

As he healed and regained his strength, you kept talking. K’uk’ulkan explained how he ended up here, wounded. He described his battle against Wakanda’s new Queen and he had to show you his ankles when he mentioned she had torn off his feathers. You were surprised to see the little wings and even more when they moved.

In return, you told K’uk’ulkaneverything about vampires and showed him your fangs. He touched them, cutting his thumb open in the process. His blood was the tastiest you ever had, and you licked your lips, watching as K’uk’ulkan healed his thumb in the sea.

You felt bad for him, learning he had lost his mother’s bracelet, a treasure to him. You didn’t felt angry when he told you he had wanted to wipe out the surface, it was understanding. You lived there, saw the horror humanity was doing daily, but they were your only source of food. K’uk’ulkan laughed when you pointed it out.

Before you realized it, the moon went down, and the sky began lighting up with vibrant colors. Sunrise had begun and you were running out of time. You needed to flee and find somewhere to hide until nightfall. Thankfully, your new friend had regained enough strength and you helped K’uk’ulkan to stand up. He held onto your arms, staring into your eyes.

- “Thank you for your help; I truly appreciate it.” He said, squeezing your arms before letting you go. “I hope we will meet again.”

- “We will.” You replied with conviction. “I’ll be waiting for you on the shore when night falls and the moon rises.”

- “Then I’ll be there.” He whispered as you fled.

You ran from the sun and soon found a hiding place. After that, you began a new tradition. Each night, at nightfall, you would find K’uk’ulkan on the shore and walk with him on the beach. You never ran out of subjects to talk about; him about his people and their History, you about your nature and all you saw during your time on Earth. You introduced him to candies and food from the surface while he brought you sailors of who he had sunk the ships.

It wasn’t long for you to fall for him. He was just… irresistible in a way you never encountered before. The way he stood and spoke, it only made you fall for him even more.

And you wondered if you had the same effect on him.

Every night, K’uk’ulkan would be there, waiting for you with a new gift. You knew the meaning of some passed over your head because you ignored their cultural signification. Like Mayan jewelry that strangely fits you perfectly.

Then one night, he asked you if you needed air to survive and you laughed. You were an undead, a vampire. No, you didn't. It was all he needed before dragging you down underwater and you weren't ready for the sight he showed you. His city was the most magnificent you have ever seen and froze admiring it for what felt like an eternity. K’uk’ulkan stayed next to you, smiling proudly before pulling you by the hand to show you around.

Wherever you went, gazes followed the two of you. You knew he was their King, that they would judge whoever stood by his side, and yet you didn't care. All that mattered was the smile on K’uk’ulkan’s lips and the twinkle of joy and pride in his eyes. And now that he knew you could dive as long as you wanted, he insisted for you to rest and hide from the Sun in his city.

A part of you hoped it was more than friendship, that there could be something more. Only time will tell, but you both had a lot of it and patience. So you enjoyed each minute by his side, taking your time to learn his culture and language, wanting to learn all that there was to. You never wanted to go back to the surface, except to feed.

[doesnotloveyou]

The "Marvel Rivals" Hot Takes (that my irl friends don't want to hear)

The Basics

The target demographic is straight male players with extremely average intellect. Y'know, gamers

Heavily influenced by the Chinese devs. You will wonder who the hell Luna Snow is (K-Pop Dazzler), and why Moon Knight has a Chinese-style skin option (especially since Moon Night is an Egyptian deity's avatar, but Lunar New Year puns are whatever)

Including Psylocke and a Chinese Iron Fist (bye, Danny Rand) is cool, but surprising if you're expecting American Marvel decisions

Male Characters

most of the men are stereotypical top heavy beefcakes who would go down instantly in a slight breeze

exceptions: Spider-Man is lithe, Bruce Banner is a twig, we can't see Strange's physique under his cloak, and the two small creature characters of Rocket & Jeff

Iron Fist and Winter Soldier should be closer to Spider-Man on the Lithe-to-Beefcake spectrum,

Namor stands out as he apparently mistook this for a Mr. International costume contest, which is not OOC for our K’uk’ulkan, but unusual in the line-up of "straight male fantasy" body types

AND WHY IS NAMOR'S VOICE SPANIARD? WHAT'S UP WITH THAT?

most of the male characters have no butt whatsoever, just rippling biceps

Winter Soldier has one of the flattest backsides I have ever seen....but one of the most artistically shaded groins...

THE MOST interesting character designs for a game trying to pass as straight-coded are Venom and Groot. They got backsides to match the female characters, as in PRONOUNCED

unpack that how you will...

Female Characters

it's a dude game, our ladies are Barbie dolls with back problems *shakes fist at Rob Liefeld*

Black Widow's bubble-butt is halfway up her back for some reason. Maybe the devs thought she is genetically part spider?

Cloak and Dagger are an odd inclusion. Dagger in her skintight, butt-crack suit is who you see most often as she prances around the battlefield on her tippy toes like Tinkerbell; and Cloak, one of three black playable characters in the game, is almost never visible and seems to have one line of dialogue. Tandy does all the talking and most of the playing

Magick looks great, whoever designed her understood the assignment

Squirrel Girl is the token "chunky girl" even though her belly is flatter than mine and those thighs are made of steel.Other than an exposed midriff and shorts, she's not overtly sexualized

why is cutscene Shuri so light-skinned? Her skintone is close to Loki's

Storm and Shuri have faces molded to look more attractive to Asian audiences (that emaciated, triangular shape) than to resemble Afro features

Hela is a diva so her looks are completely defensible, and season zero she has perhaps the steamiest skin choice

with Emma Frost slated to release soon, they'll have new sexy skins to put on her so have fun, straight boys

Mantis, Scarlet Witch, and Psylocke aren't too different from their comic/film appearances in terms of design. Psylocke has always been cheeks-out and that is barely altered here, whereas Wanda is pretty covered up for Wanda

Final Thought(s)

In a game where headshots matter, it's so funny how many characters have heads smaller than one of their pecs/boobs

[dark-mcu-ship-tourney]

Hello!

Welcome to the Problematic MCU Ship Tournament!

This blog will pit 64 different pairings against one another. All of them are in some way “problematic”- some feature a minor and an adult, others feature incestuous pairings, others still simply have questionable or potentially abusive dynamics. Many ships combine elements of more than one.

Each day, 4 polls will be posted pitting two different ships together (for a total of 8 ships per day). You are free to vote in as many or as few of these polls as you’d like.

This blog is explicitly pro-ship and anti-censorship, and obviously features dark themes. If this is a point of discomfort for you, you are free to block this blog, I don’t bite. Hate towards anyone (and anything unreasonably rude about ships or characters) will not be published and users that send it will be blocked. Nothing explicit will be posted to this blog, regardless of the ship, so minors are free to interact if they so wish.

The bracket below shows all the ships that will be posted, as well as their first opponent. After the first round has been completed, the diagram will be updated and all of the winning ships will be pitted against one another. You can also find a typed list of all ships under the cut, for users that can’t or don’t want to read my terrible handwriting.

May the odds be ever in your (ship’s) favor!

All First Round Ships:

1. Morgan Stark x Harold “Happy” Hogan

2. Morgan Stark x James “Rhodey” Rhodes

3. Morgan Stark x Tony Stark

4. Morgan Stark x Pepper Potts

5. Scott Lang x Cassie Lang

6. Frigga Freyrdottir x Thor Odinson

7. Vision x Billy Maximoff x Tommy Maximoff

8. Wanda Maximoff x Billy Maximoff x Tommy Maximoff

9. Maria Stark x Tony Stark

10. Howard Stark x Tony Stark

11. Obadiah “Obie” Stane x Tony Stark

12. Tony Stark x Peter Parker

13. Peter Parker x Harold “Happy” Hogan

14. Tony Stark x Harley Keener

15. America Chavez x Dr. Stephen Strange

16. America Chavez x Wanda Maximoff

17. Odin Borson x Thor Odinson

18. King T'Chaka x Prince T'Challa

19. Xu Shang-Chi x Xu Wenwu

20. Marc Spector x Stephen Grant

21. Thor Odinson x Rocket Raccoon

22. Thor Odinson x Groot

23. Peter Quill x Rocket Raccoon

24. James “Bucky” Barnes x Rocket Raccoon

25. Adrian Toomes x Peter Parker

26. Dr. Otto Octavius x Peter Parker

27. Dr. Curt Connors x Peter Parker

28. Steven “Skip” Westcott x Peter Parker

29. Dr. Stephen Strange x Peter Parker

30. Quentin Beck x Peter Parker

31. James “Bucky” Barnes x Peter Parker

32. Steve Rogers x Peter Parker

33. Thor Odinson x Loki Laufeyson

34. Loki Laufeyson x Sylvie Laufeydottir

35. Princess Shuri x James “Bucky” Barnes

36. Princess/Queen Shuri x Namor/K’uk’ulkan

37. Thanos x Nebula

38. Thanos x Gamora

39. Thanos x Loki Laufeyson

40. Thanos x Tony Stark

41. Clint Barton x Kate Bishop

42. Clint Barton x Lila Barton

43. Carol Danvers x Kamala Khan

44. Monica Rambeau x Kamala Khan

45. Stephen Grant x Khonshu

46. Jake Lockley x Khonshu

47. Marc Spector x Khanshu

48. Arthur Harrow x Ammit

49. Xu Shang-Chi x Xu Xialing

50. Princess Shuri x King/Prince T’Challa

51. Billy Maximoff x Tommy Maximoff

52. Wanda Maximoff x Pietro Maximoff

53. Peter Parker x May Parker

54. Queen Ramonda x Princess Shuri

55. Queen Ramonda x King/Prince T’Challa

56. Peter Parker x Ben Parker

57. Marc Spector x Jake Lockley

58. Stephen Grant x Jake Lockley

59. Natasha Romanov x Yelena Belova

60. Gamora x Nebula

61. Odin Borson x Loki Laufeyson

62. Frigga Feyrdottir x Loki Laufeyson

63. Peter Parker x Carol Danvers

64. Peter Parker x James “Rhodey” Rhodes

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Woo

K’uk’ulkan x Black reader

Translations: I used translators for these so if they’re wrong please let me know.

Umakhulu- grandmother- Xhosa

In eek’e’- my star- Yucatec Maya

In reina- my queen- Yucatec Maya

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After a nice walk along the river, where Y/N proceeded to tease him about her mother’s words, Namor wanted nothing more than to kiss her. Her skin glows under the light of lanterns and lamps that line the river. And the added moonlight? She’s absolutely ethereal.

Noticing his eyes on her, Y/N giggles and looks up at him.” What’s the matter? You’re looking at me as if…as if I’ve hung the moon in the sky.”

“I don’t think that would be hard to believe.” He muses with a smirk that sends her heart racing.” Oh please. I can do many things, but not that. I’m far too young for that anyway. My umakhulu may know who did though. Or at least someone who was around when it happened.” Y/N then purses her lips and shakes her head.” On second thought it might be in the archives.”

As she begins rambling K’uk’ulkan can’t help but chuckle. How cute. She’s begun reciting facts about the moon and her family.

‘’Mother is the youngest of 14 children. The youngest twin, but umakhulu miraculously had twins with each pregnancy. From the stories I’ve heard it’s safe to say that that there was never a dull moment in that house.’’ Y/N says with a laugh gaining one from the great god-king as well. Seeing her happy makes his heart swell and fill with adoration. Is it love? It just might be.

‘’And what do you think of children?’’ His voice is low and has grown husky as the image of his eek'e' round with child. Oh how beautiful she’d be.

The question surprises Y/N so much that she stops in her tracks and looks at him in shock.

‘’Like if I want children of my own or in general?’’

K’uk’ulkan smirks tilting his head to the side.’’ Both.’’

Feeling her face grow warm, Y/N looks down at her feet too embarrassed to meet his eye. While she enjoys his bluntness it still surprises her and leaves her speechless. ‘’Well…yes. I want children when I find the right person and they are joys to be around.’’ She chuckles and lifts her head giving a shy smile.’’ As for how many…I think I’ll decide that after the first one.’’

A gasp leaves Y/N’s lips as the god-king gently wraps his arms around her waist pulling her closer before taking her right hand, lifting it, and kissing it.’’ And how do I get you to say yes to me? To be mine? You would be worshiped and praised as is your right. The people of Talokan, our people, would see you as a queen, a goddess, and a mother.’’

His declaration reminds her of her mother’s own words spoken to her only a few hours ago. Music can be heard even this far from the party but it’s a nice steady rhythm that has Y/N swaying as she gets lost in her own thoughts. Looking up at the handsome man in front of her, Y/N searches his face.

‘’And what about you? What will I be to you?’’

He pauses and looks to be speechless for a moment before chuckling and pulls her so close that Y/N swears she can feel his heartbeat. Kissing the palm of her hand his lips slowly move towards her wrist. Just like when they first met.

‘’Now what kind of question is that? You will be my sun. My moon and the stars. You will be my goddess and I will worship you day and night. Every word that falls from my lips will be nothing but total praise and adoration. I swear this to you.’’ As he says this he moves his face closer to hers, their noses touching. Closing her eyes, Y/N whimpers, her heart hammering in her chest.

‘’What is it in eek’e’? Speak to me.’’ His lips now find their way to the corner of her lips causing goosebumps to erupt on her skin.

‘’Yes.’’ She breathes out before she can really think but then again does she need to? Her mother was clear. They will be together, but that’s not why she said yes. She said yes because she wants that future. She wants to love and to be loved. She wants him.

‘’Forgive me, but I didn’t hear you.’’ Y/N feels his lips lift into a smirk against her skin as she groans. K’uk’ulkan laughs and kisses her cheek,’’ Worry not in eek’e’. I’m only teasing.’’ He coos making her giggle.’’ Don’t be mean to me or else I’ll send you away.’’ Pulling away the god-king raises an eyebrow.’’ Send me away? You wouldn’t dare.’’

With a smirk of her own Y/N crosses her arms and turns from him beginning to walk back in the direction of the party.’’ You don’t know that K’uk’ulkan. I will banish you back to the ocean and you shall never return.’’ A growl sounds behind her and she fights back a laugh only to squeal as she’s pulled back into the god’s arms.’’ Banish me? Would you be so cruel to me in reina?’’ He kisses her neck, holding her tightly his beard tickling her in the process. Laughing, Y/N squirms out of his hold and makes a run for it.

‘’I would!’’ She calls out over her shoulder only to let out a gasp when she sees that the king of Talokan quickly gives chase, seeming to not care if he is caught having fun. If this was to be Y/N’s future then she wanted every single part of it and she would not accept anything less.

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A/N: Hi! It’s been awhile. Only a month or so but still. A lot was happening with family emergencies, and it sort of sent me into writer’s block. I’m back tho! This is a little shorter than I would like for it to be but I hope you enjoy and hopefully the next chapter will be up soon. ❤️

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[observers-journal]

Godly beauty. Blessed to be in the divine presence of this fine man playing this fine role.

Tenoch Huerta Mejía as Namor Black Panther: Wakanda Forever (2022) dir. Ryan Coogler

[azari-31]

Two worlds collide - Namor x OC/reader

A/U: so.... it's finally here. Im bad at writing a romantic non angst things, cuz i love angst. I had no idea how to write some scenes, but maybe in a few weeks i'll update it with this missing scenes. For now - enjoy this "masterpiece". Sorry for some mistakes, but i'm not good at english as i want to be. the end. now...

Enjoy!

words; 3700-ish

She hid behind the column and prayed to any deity to stay unseen. Tears ran from her eyes and a silent sob escaped her mouth. She wanted to come back home, to hug her mum. She wanted to reunite with her mother! 

The blue people were killing everyone one by one. Screams of guards and priests hurt her ears. She covered them with her small hands, but it didn't help much. That was horrifying. Unconsciously, Azula called to her magic and a fire ring appeared around her protecting her from anyone.

Soon after everything ended. 

Screams and yanking of steel; everything went silent. The only sounds were grunts of dying soldiers. Girl managed to open her eyes and looked at the battlefield. Flames slowly went out and left a burned mark on the ground.

A young boy looked at her and offered his hand. He spoke something to her in an unknown language. Terrified, she was looking at him for a relatively long time until one of her fellow prisoners said to her. 

-He's asking you to join him. - the closest woman translated the newcomer's words. - He said he sees your talent and that he can provide you with shelter. 

-Why? - she turned to this boy and the chains on her ankles crunched. Azula felt as the blood flowed down from wounds. She was weak. Very weak. Girl stumbled, but quickly regained her balance. Chains weighed her down and irritated her wounds. Pain was almost unbearable. She clenched her teeth.

In a matter of seconds one foreign warrior came to her and broke her shackles. With no word she grabbed the warrior’s arm and rested all of her weight on him. Girl didn’t even notice K’uk’ulkan walking towards her.

-Friends? - she looked surprised at the boy's hand and then at him. He wanted to be her friend? It was strange and uncommon for her. 

She took a glimpse at the surroundings and finally answered:

-Friends. - flame in her eyes ignited with joy in her heart. 

~*~

Many years have passed. Azula has excelled at magic as a witch. Her body was adjusted and used to do more demanding and experienced magic. A curse of fire in her blood was still a problem, but thanks to Namor it wasn’t that much of a problem. 

After all these years her friendship with the king of Talokan grew stronger. They were inseparable. They could end each other’s sentences like they read their minds. This bond was something they needed. Both of them had time and no biological family to love. Two kids from different worlds – the surface and underwater. Something no one could think would work. Their feelings grew stronger and suddenly they couldn’t live without each other. 

Azula was doing some ancient ritual when Namor came out of the sea. Spirits of the dead were surrounding her and the campfire. It was the time of year, when the spirits of ancestors wanted to meet with the living ones, but in Azula’s tradition it was about giving power to the dead. Her clan believed spirits had to consume their descendants’ magic to be able to survive. 

Namor sat down on the rock silently and watched her moves with admiration. This woman was graceful and delicate despite the power that was surging inside. He saw a few burns and wounds from her fire. They made beautiful marks like tattoos, but painful. Many times he had to tend to her wounds, because she was exhausted.

-I got you, Mi Reina. - he said as he caught her. The love for her was so strong. 

-K’uk’ulkan. - a smile appeared on her face at the same moment as she saw his face. - Thank you.

-You know I could burn the world for you. - he caressed her face and kissed her forehead. 

-It’s my thing, Elio. Your domain is water and stick to it. - she winked with greater smile.

~*~

She barged into the ruined throne room right after M’Baku. She looked around and her eyes stopped at one point. There he was, in the broken window, looking at the young crying princess. For a second she laid eyes on the floor and saw Ramonda’s unconscious body. From that moment everything went silent.

-Bury the dead. Mourn your losses. You’re the Queen now. - Suddenly, the meaning of Namor’s words came to the witch. One look at the scene; Shuri stopped by M’Baku, Okoye and Nakia trying to resuscitate Ramonda and Riri. This was enough for her. K’uk’ulkan looked at Azula for the last time before he decided to go back. Her rage turned into blue-ish flames covering her arms.

-Estas muerto, Namor. - she threatened and sent a fireball at him. Before Namor disappeared, she could see the betrayal in his eyes. When he was already gone, she snapped out of trans and didn’t think twice of what she was doing. The flames vanished spontaneously leaving her skin burned.

Okoye was still trying to resuscitate Ramonda, but her efforts were in vain

-She has passed. - silent words came out of Nakia’s mouth. Everyone heard it, but not Azula. Witch forced her whole body to move. As she was close, she pushed Okoye away and kneeled beside Ramonda. Azula took a knife out of her pocket and cut the inside of her hand. Then she put it on the queen’s chest, tainting the material of the dress.  

-It’s not too late. - Azula said to herself. - There’s still hope. I feel her spirit. - she wiped tears away from her face and started some incantations. Her voice was cracking, breaking every few words. Even breath control didn’t help. She put everything in that spell; her emotions, feelings, even her soul. Damn it, she would sell it to Satan himself if she could. She couldn’t fail this time, she just couldn’t.

Witch felt the curse kicking in, but it didn’t stop her, even made her sacrifice more for a friend. The feeling of her magic devouring her from inside was excruciatingly painful. At some point she heard her scream. Azula forced every molecule of her body to do as she commanded. The flames subtly covered Ramonda’s body and pumped life energy inside.

Suddenly she encountered a void. An empty vessel without even the smallest signs of life. Azula’s magic hasn't had anything to become an anchor. Nothing worked. Even draining from her life forces didn't help. Flame in her dangerously dimmed inside.

Like behind the mist, she saw Shuri crying over her mother's corpses. She failed. Again. Tears started to flow from her eyes and blurring her vision. Drained out of energy, Azula barely stood up by herself. She looked at the ruined throne room and tragedy in front of her before she left them. She had unfinished business with someone. 

~*~

Azula entered Namor’s chamber like it was her own. Inside she encountered his third-in-command. They weren’t friends for a long time, but now this “not caring about the other” turned into hatred. 

-Leave us alone. - she commanded with her strong voice, but the warrior didn’t even flinch. Commander waited for her King’s reaction. He nodded and the talokanian warrior left the room. From now on they were the only people inside. The silence between them was terrifying and tension was almost touchable.

-Long time no see, Zaz… - he wanted to greet his friend, but didn’t have a chance. She pushed away his hands. Next thing she did was attack him verbally. 

-Cut that shit, Namor. We both know what you did. 

-So it's no longer 'Mi Corazón'? Not even Elio? - he asked playfully, with a little bit of sarcasm. But under this facade he hid the little fear. She had magic in her possession. Five hundred years of magical experience and knowledge. 

-You attacked Wakanda against our agreements. - The witch's voice was harsh and washed from emotions. - The country of my beloved friend! 

-They didn’t pick a side and that was my warning. And now I need you to help me destroy them once and for all. - the calm in his voice sent chills down her spine. For a moment she forgot how dangerous he was. Underwater, in his domain, she had low chances for winning in a direct fight. Of course Azula could beat him, even kill him, but it required time. And he wouldn’t give her that in a fight. 

-You killed their Queen! - she shouted, but her voice seemed flat, once again washed from any form of emotion. Her eyes were piercing his very soul. He wanted to flinch, but his pride didn't let him. When he looked at her, in her irises he saw something that he didn't think he would see again. It was something primal, something wild and untamed. Something from her past.

-That was necessary. And I don’t owe you any explanation. - he said and looked away from her piercing gaze. It was often fascinating, but this time it was paralyzing. Sometimes he felt like beneath Azula’s skin a monster was hidden. Like she was a monster in human flesh. Or rather unsatisfied, ferocious flame.

-I can curse you forever and you will never experience the feeling of water again. - she started her tirade on him. She didn’t even try to hold her magic anymore. She wanted to do a scary spectacle. - I can make you as weak as the human race is, even weaker than them. - woman threatened him with magic focused in the palm of her hand. 

Her fingers touched his skin subtly as the magic tightened its grip on his throat. Suddenly he felt like his power and vitals left him. The feeling lasted only for a short amount of time, but it was strange, almost frightening for him. Now he knew Azula thrived as a magic user and was much more powerful than before, when she left Talokan and him for the surface world. But still he didn’t know her full potential, neither did she. 

-Even then I will not change my decision. - he hissed through his teeth. He couldn't let her know how scared he was. - My people will follow me and do everything to protect Talokan. - he answered with confidence and calm worthy of the greatest king and warrior. 

-You’re ready to start a war with the surface? - Azula was surprised by the decision of her friend and the idiocy of the plan. But the rage was more powerful and it quickly covered every other thoughts and emotions. - Fully knowing the consequences of not having an alliance with Wakanda? Or any powerful ally? 

-I won't make a pact with them anymore. They had their chance. - he turned to the paintings and it looked like he studied it for a moment. The picture showed a short story about how Azula met him and became the Protector of this city. And his heart. - And they rejected my offer.

-Why? - she asked while holding her anger and grief in check. They both knew bad emotions were the best fuel for her dark magic, even better than sacrifices. He learnt it the wrong way a long time ago and didn't want a reround. 

-One of them killed a guard. - as the meaning of words came to her, she looked at him stunned. Someone didn’t tell her all the facts and truth. She knew Talokanil meant everything to Namor. He could do anything for them, even die if that meant he protected them. The fact that someone killed one of his subjects was terrifying. For sure it was Nakia, because Shuri and Riri had no weapons to execute anyone. - That is the real reason for my aggression towards Wakanda. That’s how Talokanil and K’uk’ulkan return the favor.

-Tell me one thing. - she asked, fighting with the urge to destroy something and crying from helplessness. She kept her composure with the last piece of energy she had left. - Why am I not even surprised by what you want to do? - the pain in her voice was almost touchable for the ruler of the underwater kingdom. - You killed their queen, destroyed their capital and you want more?!

-I'll bring justice for my people.

-That’s not justice! That was pure revenge. - she hissed. Magic flames almost covered her irises for a brief moment. And yet he took a step towards her. 

-I must secure Talokan’s future. That was always my goal and you knew it from the beginning of our relation. - K’uk’ulkan answered confidently, trying to keep his emotions and feelings hidden. Now he wasn’t sure about which side Azula picked. Just in case, he must’ve been prepared for everything. - And Wakanda will be our warning for the surface world. 

-I could kill you right now ‘cause of your broken promise. - she warned him while she stepped further from him. The feeling of her magic surprised him again. It was climbing from his feet. They looked deeply in each other's eyes fighting a wordless battle. The face of a man she loved so deeply for years; now she didn’t recognize it, like it belonged to a completely different person.

-We were friends once. Why can’t we go back to those times? - he asked, and his look softened. He tucked a strand of her hair in his fingers and gently put it behind her ear. She knew he was trying to make her choose him, but she already decided. - Join me and … - he started, but the witch stopped him in the middle of the sentence. 

-In the name of the friendship we once shared, from the respect to each other we once had I won’t kill you this time. - she said and turned her back to him. She made a few steps to the doors, but stopped about 1 meter in front of the exit. - Next time we’ll meet on the battlefield… We won’t fight on the same side. And I won't be that merciful as I am today. - K’uk’ulkan noticed gathering tears in her eyes. Instincts forced him to wipe them away, but he resisted this urge. It wasn’t appropriate and wanted by her. It would end terribly for both of them. 

-Azula… - he tried again, but he failed once more. All his thoughts were focused on this woman and how he could persuade her to stay with him and fight by his side. He couldn’t lose her as an ally, but mostly as a friend. Not because she was powerful, but because she was the closest person he had after his mother. But something she said next broke his heart into a million pieces irrevocably.

-You really are a niño sin amor. - she said before vanishing from Namor’s chamber. A one single drop of tear rolled down her cheek, but she quickly wiped it away. Today she lost two of her friends. How much must she lose before she can live peacefully? - she asked herself while she went back to her room in Wakanda's palace. She only prayed that the upcoming war won't end by his or Shuri’s death.

Why does she always have to suffer? Why can’t anything go strictly as it was planned? And why does it always involve hurting someone close to her?

~*~

She sat alone on a rock for a long time now thinking about everything that happened. She knew she did everything she could, but couldn’t help herself. She blamed herself for Ramonda’s and T’Challa’s deaths. She could prevent those events from happening, but she failed. And now she had to pay the price.

-Zaz? - he asked, surprised while walking out of the water. He didn’t expect her coming to Talokan nor even calling him ever again. They were enemies with a shared, and maybe for her, unwanted past. But there she was, waiting for him.

-You came. - she smiled slightly. Namor could only see her right profile. Her eyes were directed into the sunset. The beach she chose meant something to both of them. They met here for the first time and became friends. 

-You called. - he answered and took a few steps in her direction. He stopped right in front of her and sat beside the rock. They watched the sunset together in complete silence. Instinctively she put her hand on Namor’s head and started playing with his hair.

In this precise moment there was nothing else, but them and the setting sun. He gently put his head on the side of her thigh. Namor just wanted to be a normal man, even for a short while. And all that mattered for her was to be with him. 

-Mi corazón. - she whispered, still looking at the horizon. It felt like they went back in time, when they were just lost, abandoned kids. - Do you remember our talk about our lifespans? - he nodded in agreement. - I wasn't entirely honest with you that day. 

-What do you mean? 

-You can live for about how many years more, huh? It's gonna be at least 500 years. We don't know that. - she shrugged without any other move - On the other hand, I knew that you would outlive me. I use dark magic and this type of magic focuses on sacrifices, like plants or animals. Or the user's life force. I did it to extend my life, but it was only temporary. I always knew that.

-But you perform sacrifices every time. You were very cautious about it. - a sad smile showed on her face for a second and quickly faded.

-I told you this a long time ago and I'm gonna tell you again. Every… 

-What did you do? - he asked, scared of what she could do or already did. He couldn't afford to lose her now. Nor ever.

-...thing has a price. And I didn't pay the price for defying death twice.

-What do you mean by "defying death"? - he asked, terrified. As the last words came out of his mouth, Azula turned to him and showed her full face. The left part was missing. It looked like it was burned. Namor looked at her in shock.

-Year ago I tried to bring T'Challa back to life. It didn't go well and from that moment I balanced between life and death. Second time was right before Shuri took the throne. I struggled with resurrecting Ramonda, but that went even worse than I expected. - she spoke last words shyly, like she didn’t want to admit it to him. Admit that she failed. Even if it was his fault.

-How long… - the man tried to ask, but he couldn't say anything.

-I have a few minutes, maybe less. - she replied shortly. - If it's about how long I hid this from you and others… - she pointed at the scarred part and tried to smile, but it didn't work. - More than a year. It became worse after T’Challa’s failed resurrection.

-No… - Namor said, still not believing in Azula's words. 

-You craved for an answer why I called you today. So here it is. I wanted to see my old friend and the love of my life for the last time. - she smiled slightly. Her answer seemed honest and genuine; no hooks or hidden meanings.

-I asked you once if you could be Mi Reina. - he smiled and joined their hands together. It felt good, like they were meant for eachother. 

-And I said 'over my dead body'. - woman chuckled quietly. 

-But you already were the queen of my heart. - He confessed and looked at her. In her eyes he saw joy and tiredness. Both feelings were fighting with each other for dominance, but neither could win. For now, all she felt was overwhelming joy. She'll die in the arms of a man she loved for so long. 

-Can I ask you for something?

-Anything for you, Mi Reina. - he couldn’t hold back his tears anymore, but he had to. That was her goodbye to the world and to him. And he couldn’t stop it.

-Try to love the surface and its people. They've changed, the world has changed. And you will find someone worth trusting. Just give them a chance. - she asked him. All she ever wanted was to be with him. Just like now, only two ordinary people, no more nor less. But that was a dream, and her dreams never came true.

-You are the only part of the surface world I love. - his attempts to hold his tears failed. Soon one tear ran down his cheek and after this another came. It shocked Azula to her core. Last time she saw Namor crying was after his mother’s death.

-But not the last. - her words were full of hope and kindness. He couldn’t believe how she could be so kind and happy and hopeful in her last moments of life. He barely believed that moment existed and it was real.

-I always loved you, Mi Reina. - he said with a fading smile. He did not hold back his tears. - And I always will. - he gently put a kiss on her forehead. 

-See? They were wrong. - she smiled through her and his tears. - You can love. - he watched as she took her last breath and her eyes closed for eternity. Her grip on his hand loosened up and the heart stopped beating. With tearing eyes he hugged her dead body to his own. All those years lost because of thought he knew better. Her death was caused by his selfishness and not listening to his best advisor. The flame in her was gone. And with that his last piece of love for the surface world.

~*~

He already missed her heartbeat and her smile. Her true happy smile. Everyone he loved was dead. But Talokan still existed. And with it her flame and dream did too. That was the only thing that mattered now.

The funeral ceremony was made with great respect.Talokanil farewelled her like a Queen, whom she was for them. He wanted to bury her underwater, near him and his people. But that was his selfishness speaking.

Long time ago she confessed to him about her wishes of last destination. She mentioned one place. A small city by the sea, near Alicante. Her hometown. That, he remembered. And she deserved this, to be buried in her ancestors’ home. Nevertheless, she deserved to live even more. 

-K’uk’ulkan. - Namora greeted her king. Even she felt grief. Azula gave her heart to this kingdom and its people.

-Yes?

-Queen Shuri is asking you to take Azula’s tomb. What shall I say?

-That I’m going with them to make sure her last wish will be executed properly. - Namor commanded. He took a glimpse at the mosaic of him and Azula. Kids from 2 different worlds marked with violence for the rest of their days. Even after 5 centuries he would do the same thing; he would still ask Azula to be his friend. And he would finally ask her to become his queen.