#marvel namor oneshot

[heliads]

Not sure if you write for Namor from MCU, but could you write Namor x Y/N Enemies to Lovers where Y/N is a Greek demigod who helps Namor after washing up injured and Namor pays them back by helping them deal with a monster? They’re enemies bc he still distrusts humans. Could Y/N also be a child of Hecate please?

had not seen wakanda forever but this request is so good that i specifically sought it out for you, anon. a+ job

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At this point, the man washing up on the shores of the sea isn’t even the strangest thing you’ve seen all day. Nor is he your chief concern. Normally, the boundary spells up around your city would keep out any intruders, unconscious men who might be soldiers be damned, but the boundary spells haven’t been working well as of late. That’s kind of why you’re here. 

You consider him for a while, his unmoving form, the weapons at his sides still softly clinking as the rolling surf pulls them together, then decide that this is so not your problem and leave. Men destroy themselves all the time. This one, although stranger than most, will either be able to sort himself out when he wakes or be far beyond the reach of your help.

This sort of sentiment would strike many as unkind, but to you, it is nothing uncommon. This is survival. It has never been pretty. It works as well as you let it, and one moment of mercy can spell your death in a second. Right now, you’re not just responsible for yourself, but your entire civilization as well. 

If you ask most scholars and historical enthusiasts, they’ll tell you that the lost city of Atlantis is a myth. Nothing real, just a bunch of old stories all tied together into one perplexing knot. The world loves disasters. The idea of a highly advanced Ancient Greek society sinking beneath the waves, all that knowledge and power gone forever, is highly corruptive. Some people spend their entire lives hunting down rabbit holes and paper trails to see if they could be the one to track it down, but in the end, no one actually wants to find Atlantis. The allure is in the impossibility.

You suppose that’s why they never managed it. Atlantis is somewhere out there, ripe for discovery, just as so many thrillseekers have envisioned. The only problem is that its inhabitants have absolutely no desire to be found, so no one has found it. You would know, you live there. In fact, you have lived there for a very long time. Not as long as the oldest; some of you have died by now, others have left, and many have been forgotten, but the stories of what it was like before you cut yourselves off from the world have been passed down for centuries, and you’ve heard and told most all of them.

The Atlantaens were in danger, that’s why you left the ancient world in the first place. Many scoff at the idea of the Ancient Greek pantheon today; so many gods and heroes and monsters, none of them kind, all of them doomed. We love to laugh at that which we do not understand, but the gods laugh at us for not believing, and then they damn us with curses and agents of destruction. The gods are real, all of them, and they do not take kindly to insults.

Over the course of time, while the Aegean Sea was settled and fought over, a certain kind of people tended to drift towards Atlantis. At first, the progression of its society was slow, but as rumors grew of its inhabitants, those who found they had more in common with the Atlantaens than their own people left their homes to find a true one. 

To put it plainly, Atlantis was home to the demigods, the ones chosen by the Fates for a higher purpose. Many Greeks went their whole lives without being called upon the gods. Others couldn’t have a good night’s sleep without being plagued by visions of future quests in their dreams. So much immortal attention attracted the ire of the Athenians, the Spartans, everyone. Out of fear for their lives and a desire for more, those of you touched by the Olympians went to Atlantis, and once there, you never wanted to leave.

For a while, this progression was fine. No one bothered you on Atlantis because they weren’t stupid enough to try and attack an island full of half-gods and heroes. During difficult times, though, when harvests weren’t bountiful and water supplies grew dry, it was easier for outsiders to blame the island of outcasts than their own city-states. Thieves started sneaking onto Atlantis, burning your crops before vanishing under the cover of night. Prized possessions went missing. Families were hurt.

Without a definable cause, infighting erupted between demigods. Old angers between godly parents renewed themselves among their children. Poseidon’s children swore destruction on Athena’s chosen scholars. Ares’ soldiers spit at the feet of any tinkerer of Hephaestus who crossed their path.

Eventually, it became clear to the island leaders that drastic changes had to be made before the island tore itself apart. The demigods never attacked each other before things started turning sour, so the enemy was obviously the outsiders. To solve the crisis, the strongest of the demigods turned to the gods for help, and for once, they answered. Atlantis was cast away from the rest of the city-states, veiled from mortal eyes and dragged further into the Mediterranean Sea. You still had all the resources you needed from your island, you just weren’t hurt by the mortals.

Thus life carried on for centuries. Your art and achievements continued to expand at a breakneck pace. You lived longer, accomplished more. The gods smiled upon you. Your island was huge, your society could flourish without being impeded by the limits of your land. It became clear that the bad times had ended.

Or, they had, and then the first monster showed up. Without constant invaders, the art of fighting had somewhat fallen out of fashion. Ares’ descendants would never allow it to die completely, but it had become almost archaic. The monster was eventually slain, but it sparked fear into the hearts of the Atlantaens, and made everyone realize that they weren’t invulnerable.

The people of Atlantis responded in two separate ways. Some flung themselves before their temples, praying to the gods to deliver them again. They waited in their homes for an inevitable second attack, shaking and scared. Others, like you, realized that the only ones who would save you would be yourselves. The gods respond to insult; they removed Atlantis from the mortals because their offerings were constantly raided. One monster on an island of many is not worth their concern. It is up to you to protect your people.

You have two ways of saving your island. One is through the sword. The other is with your spells. Your mother, Hecate, often visits her children in dreams to instruct them in the magical arts. You’ve learned many spells and incantations, and they’ve come in handy as more and more monsters appear. You can only hope that they will be enough to continue the defense of the island. It seems as if the attacks will never end.

And, chillingly, perhaps they never will. You and your fellow demigods, the ones that decided to fight back instead of waiting for a salvation that will never come, have made a plan to save yourselves. Part of that involves regular patrols and expeditions to the outermost reaches of the island to kill any monster that crosses your path. You have enchanted swords at the ready, plus half a dozen defensive spells burning under your fingertips. This is not the time at which you die. 

You have enjoyed many patrols over the past few years, but today, your veins are thrumming with adrenaline even more than at the start. You know something is out there. A couple of farmers turned up with bloody livestock, scared of something poaching their animals. Scales and talons have been found. If you’re right— and let’s be honest, you really don’t want to be— you’ve got a Hydra on your hands. 

That’s bad news. The monsters were small at the start; a lesser scourge here and there, a malevolent spirit, and then they got bigger. A harpy. A medium sized giant. If you’re getting hydras— well, maybe you’ll have to make some good offerings to the gods in addition to your regular training. Some divine protection couldn’t hurt at a time like this. 

That’s why you can’t afford to worry about a man passed out on your shores, not yet. Yes, he is a problem, a definitive sign that the godly interference that should be protecting Atlantis has started to slacken, but you can deal with him after you kill the hydra that’s after both of you. Always the monster you know, right? Or the monster you know is lurking in the undergrowth, ready to slaughter you and your entire island. 

You had planned on coming back for the guy, sure, but maybe his unconscious body doesn’t believe that, because you’ve hardly taken ten steps past his fallen form when he suddenly jerks to life. It’s like reanimating a corpse, how he moves; from nothing to everything all at once. His eyes go wide, and he gasps desperately for air, one hand reaching to his throat. Strangely enough, he doesn’t choke out water, but blood, a few scarlet mouthfuls before he lies on his back once more, twitching into stillness. 

You peer back over at him. Not dead yet, his chest still rises and falls with desperate breaths. It would be smart to carry on your path and only check in with this man when you’re sure a monster won’t lunge at you out of the surrounding trees the second you turn your back, but he’s spotted you already. One hand reaches out towards you, trembling, from where he lies in the surf.

He starts to open his mouth, and you silently prepare yourself for some sort of desperate plea, a call for aid. Instead, you’re surprised when all the man says is, “Were you really going to leave me to die here?”

You blink at him. “I thought you were already dead.”

He has the audacity to frown at you. “I would have died if I needed help and you didn’t provide it.”

You can’t believe he’s washed up on your island– you know, the unfindable one– and has the nerve to question your hospitality. “Same difference.”

“Not to me,” he harrumphes, and starts to sit up. So he really isn’t dead. If he isn’t dying, though, that means it actually is your duty to help him. You’re more of a soldier than a nurse, so he’d better not have any broken limbs. Seeing as you really have no choice, you bite back a bitter groan and help him at last. He eyes you distrustfully, but lets you drag him farther from the tide. You had intended to prop him up against a tree or something, but he protests when he gets too far from the water, so you settle for a smooth boulder close enough to the surf that the waves still crash over his feet.

Strangely enough, the water seems to be helping him heal. You can see the ghosts of scars criss crossing his chest, but they don’t appear to be old wounds. Instead, they might be recent. 

You squint at him. “Do you have enhanced healing?”

“And strength,” he adds. “I wouldn’t recommend trying to kill me. You would die before you got the chance.”

If this is how strangers act when you try to help them, you’re not surprised that the ancient Atlantaens asked the gods to cordon off their island. “I could tell you the same thing. Keep your hands where I can see them.”

He regards you for a second. “Why should I do what you tell me? I don’t bow to strangers.”

“Neither do I,” you force out through gritted teeth, “and right now, you’re on my land, so I suggest you learn to scrape at least a little bit.”

He narrows his eyes. The salty sea air blows his dark hair against his face, revealing more of the ornate jewelry around his neck. It looks ancient, perhaps even as old as your society. Although you’d like nothing more than for him to hurry off of Atlantis, you can’t help your curiosity and open your mouth to ask about it.

You’re cut off before you get the chance. The man doubles over all of a sudden, hands flying to his throat once more. Now that you’ve moved him farther away from the ocean, you have a better look at his wounds, and although they’re healing quickly, they look severe. Severe enough to kill him even with advanced health.

Swearing, you raise your hands and begin chanting. Healing spells have become increasingly useful as of late; Hecate’s children learn at least one before they're even knee height, and you’ve had plenty of chances to practice these sorts of incantations thanks to the sudden surge of monster attacks.

Tendrils of magic fly from your hands and wrap around the man. The spells target the injuries across his chest, his heart, his throat, and strangely enough, a few fly down to one of his ankles, repairing a set of wings above his feet. You chant until your throat goes hoarse, until he stops choking, until his breathing settles. Only then do you lower your hands, and wait there in terrible transience, waiting for him to say something.

At last, slowly, incredulously, he does. “What did you do?”

“I saved your life,” you say.

He nods. “I know. With magic?”

You incline your head. He ponders this for a moment longer, then extends a hand towards you. “My name is Namor.”

You stare at his outstretched palm, then take it. “I’m Y/N. Welcome to Atlantis.”

He doesn’t believe you at first. It appears that the rumors of Atlantis’ disappearance are more widespread than you thought if they’ve managed to reach an underwater Mesoamerican city across the world. Namor believes you soon enough, though, especially when he’s gathered his strength enough for you to lead him up a rocky cliff so he can see the majesty of your island sprawling out before him. 

The sight stuns even you, with your years of remembering it, so you’re pleased to see that Namor looks appropriately stupefied. Atlantis is a marvel; crisscrossing colonnades, magnificent gardens, marble roofs shining in the sun, temples to so many gods and goddesses that even you can’t remember them all. Children run laughing in the streets, and their parents chastise them or smile at the fun they’re having. A flock of university students chatter on their way to class. Soldiers practice in an open training yard, and the clash of bronze echoes such that you can hear it even here, on the very outskirts of the island.

“This is your home?” He asks.

You smile. “It is.”

“Why were you all the way out here, then?” Namor queries, “If not looking for dying men to ignore?”

You roll your eyes. “I saved you eventually, didn’t I?”

He laughs. “Only when I asked you to. Some would call that heartless.”

You arch a brow. “Would you?”

He takes a step closer to you. “No,” he says at last, “I don’t think I would.”

You breathe out evenly and then, to hide the sudden pressure between your ribs, change the subject. “How did you come here, Namor? Our island is under enchantment to hide us from the rest of the world. You never should have been able to come here, especially not since it’s so far from where you were.”

Namor sighs. “I don’t know. I was returning home with my people after a truce with the Wakandans. We were attacked on the way by something, some sort of monster. I don’t know what it was. We managed to kill it, but while I was leading it away from our home, it struck me through the chest. I must have lost consciousness after I struck the killing blow, and then I woke up here.”

This makes worry tie up your stomach in tight knots. “A monster?”

You look back towards your shining city. Everyone seems to be happy and carefree right now, but if your monsters are cropping up in other parts of the world– if you cannot protect yourselves, not even if you had to run from Atlantis– there is no telling how long any of you could survive, especially not if the monsters keep getting bigger.

Namor lays a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Is everything alright, Y/N?”

“No,” you say firmly, “It’s not. Our peace has been shattered as of late. More and more monsters show up on our borders. I was out here to find another one that’s been spotted recently, a hydra. Even if I kill this one, though, it’ll be replaced by two more the next day. They never stop coming.”

The look in Namor’s eyes is soft, understanding. He knows what it’s like to feel as if you cannot keep your own people safe. “I will seek out this hydra with you. I have to go back to Talokan soon, but you have my word to return whenever you need help.”

You regard him questioningly. “Why would you make such a promise? We only just met.”

He lifts a shoulder. “You saved my life, I owe you a debt. Besides, we only have so many places free of humans left in the world. We should protect each other when we can.”

You smile, then decide to tease him a little more. “You know I’m half human, right?”

He feigns disgust. “I will only help half of your city, then.”

You laugh. “And kill half the hydra? That’s ridiculous.”

“No more than someone only being half immortal,” he points out. “How does that even work?”

You grin. “I try not to think about it.”

He matches your pleased expression. “Then I won’t, either.”

And so your daily patrol is joined by a feathered serpent god. The two of you stalk silently through the forests on the outskirts of Atlantis, marking signs of heavy travel. Intent on your prey, you manage to locate it with a combination of your spells and his experience. Killing the hydra is difficult, obviously; Tartarus does not make its monsters without wanting them to be impervious to most attacks, but when the dust settles, both of you are still alive and without too much damage. The same cannot be said for the dead monster, so a win’s a win.

The two of you stand there for a moment longer, weapons in hand, and then Namor slowly, remorsefully lifts his gaze from the dead hydra to look at you. “It’s time for me to go,” he says softly, “Talokan will be expecting me. They will wonder why I have not returned. I cannot afford for them to attack Wakanda again out of some nonexistent threat to their leader.”

“I understand,” you reply. You don’t like it, though. Not nearly as much as you would have liked it when you first found him on your shores.

“I should go,” he repeats, but his weapons are gone from his hands and he’s striding towards you, closing the distance in a breath, kissing you.

“You should go,” you tell him, but his hands are on your hips and you don’t want him to let go, not now, and certainly not to a city across the sea.

“I should–” Namor begins, but you interrupt him to kiss him again. His fingers curl against your sides, and you know for certain that he wants to leave just about as you want him to.

He does force himself away eventually. Both of you understand that there is and will always be something greater than the two of you at stake. Neither of you are just a person, just a god; the fate of your homes is far more pressing than any personal want. Still, when you walk back with him to the ocean and watch him disappear beneath the glimmering blue of the waves, you know that you’ll regret every lost moment.

Still, there is hope that you might see him again. He told you how to find Talokan, and Namor is familiar with Atlantis now. You could find each other again, frame it as a need for your countries to have diplomatic relations. You could be happy again. It might take time, but it could happen. You, for one, will be counting down the days until then.

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[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.

[demigoddessqueens]

windows to the soul

Tagging fellow Namor fan @urlocallsimp

Summary: You get lost in Namor’s eyes, pondering on him and the dynamic you two share.

A/N: I’m in love with his eyes and expressions, and this is also a bit into the whole theme of ‘con la brisa’ lyrics

He swayed hot one moment, then cold the next. You could read his emotions like a tome whenever the eyes cooled or shone.

But they never looked at you with malice. Only love. There were the conflicts when anger could be high, but the eyes never betrayed him. It was only a protective love that glazed over them.

You both burnt down the fantasies and daydreams that lingered, and made your bed in the ashes of your life together. It was better to be reborn together in the life that reality offered to you. He was here with you in your arms, and the warmth of his body was your anchor.

Fingers dug into the delves of each other’s flesh, holding tightly to the earthly coil of your love. Curves and marks complemented each other as the halves of your whole heart.

Namor gave you the world when he held you in his arms. Be it within the view of Talokan or in the purple clouds lit by the sun, home was whenever you were with him.

Even now as you kiss him with fervor, a simple smile etches across his face as you plaster them across his face and cheeks. The low rumble in his chest from laughter echoes though you.

“Such affection. Is there a reason for as to why you are spurred today?”

You looked up at him with eyes as wide as dinner plates, searching for reassurances with each other.

“Nothing. Just—grateful to have you. For everything you’ve given to me in this life.”

[amayasmoon]

Eyes on Me, Namor x reader x Shuri oneshot

Tags: namor x reader x shuri, reader takes the place of nakia, reader with female anatomy, she/her pronouns used, flirtatious reader, jealousy, threesome, competition, established relationship with shuri, some Xhosa and Yucatec Mayan(please let me know if any of the translations are wrong)

Multiple writers credit: @amayasmoon tumblr, @graymanshoots tumblr.

amayaonao3 ao3

Translations:

In Xhosa-

Unjani- How are you?

Ndiphilile- I’m fine

In Yucatec Mayan-

In yaakunaj- my love.

Summary: Shuri’s partner is sent to retrieve shuri from Talokan, instead they fall for Shuri’s captor.

You stood at the edge of the water, ready to begin your

mission to retrieve your love, the sole heir to the Wakandan throne. The pressure was on, but you remained calm as always. As you began your dive, the chill of the ocean’s depth enveloped you. The silence clears your mind, giving you a chance to review your gameplan. As soon as you make contact with the princess, the both of you will make your escape.

You reached your destination after what felt like an

eternity in the darkness, a bright light near the bottom of the ocean. You could faintly hear the princess’ voice from the opening. There was no turning back.

As you dropped into the cave, you made contact with

princess Shuri, speaking freely with an enemy soldier. Your presence was quickly detected. As you drew your weapons, fully prepared to fulfill your mission by any means, you realized you were vastly outnumbered. Several Talokan soldiers encircled you, weapons drawn. You kept your gaze on the princess, her mouth covered by the soldier that had conversed with her. Though she could not speak, her eyes pleaded with you to stand down. You knew you had made a mistake. Retracting your weapons, you knelt promptly, bowing your head in an attempt to ease the tension. As you looked around, you noticed the beauty of your location; it wasn't just a natural cave, it was meticulously constructed. The soldiers disarmed themselves as familiar winged feet entered your view. The enemy. He spoke an unfamiliar language, and almost immediately the soldiers fled, leaving just the three of you in the cave. He took your face in his hands, examining your features with an unfamiliar softness in his eyes. It was only now you got a clear look at the enemy. He had strong dark features, with a distinct longing in his eyes, not at all like the description of a malevolent god. Shuri rushed to your side, lifting your oxygen mask to speak with you clearly.

“What the hell were you thinking? I had it under

control.”She questioned, clearly upset. The only thought on your mind was that your princess was unharmed.

You held her face softly, pressing your forehead to hers.

“Unjani?? You’re alright?” You breathed, worry coating

your voice.

“Ndiphilile, they have taken good care of me here.”

a strong voice interrupted your moment.

“Princess, who’s your friend?” He asked, raising his

brows at the entire exchange.

The princess turned to him, asking for a moment of

privacy. Instead you divert your attention to him.

“Shuriiii, you didn’t tell me our enemy was so chiseled,”

you joked in an attempt to lighten the mood.

It was true though, he was gorgeous. You approached

him cautiously, feeling his eyes on you and loving the attention.

“Can I touch it?” You gushed, locking your eyes on his

armor.

He nodded, humoring your curiosity. You admired the

detailing of his shoulder pieces, running your fingertips over the designs before drawing your attention to his cape. Shuri glared at him, but he just smirked back, clearly enjoying your admiration.

“Namor, don’t you have something better to do?” She

protested, clearly jealous of the affection you gave him.

“No, I have all the time in the world”, he teased,

“especially for a pretty woman’s attention”.

Your face flushed at the compliment.

“Mmh, looks like the attraction is mutual,” you added,

catching on to Shuri’s annoyance.

She rolled her eyes at the comment, rising from her

spot on the floor. You finished gushing over Namor’s garments just in time to catch the furious princess approaching you. Namor, catching onto the game you were playing, slyly wraps his arm around you, pressing your back to him.

“What’s with the attitude princess? I’m just being

friendly to our guest” he jeered, flashing faux innocent eyes at the woman.

“‘Our guest’ happens to be taken already”, Shuri

retorted, taking your hands in hers, still glaring at the man.

“Oh I’m sure she doesn't mind, do you in yaakunaj?” He

spoke, taunting the princess.

“Mmh, not at all, besides I’m in no rush to leave..” you agreed, pressing into him even more.

She shifted her gaze from him to you.

“Since you want to make this a competition..” she spoke, lifting her hands to your face, glancing up at Namor while taking your lips.

This game was just getting started. As soon as your lips

parted, the man took his turn, leaning down to kiss you while the jealous princess watched. He snickered at her pouting face, grabbing your hand and leading the three of you to his living quarters.

“This is gorgeous, Namor”, you gasped, in awe of the artworks and walls lined in gold.

“It is”, he pulled you back into his arms before kissing you again.

This time you ran your hands up his chest with the same admiration you gave to his armor, pushing him towards the bed and motioning for Shuri to join you. She accepted the challenge, joining the both of you on bed and beginning to unzip your wetsuit. Namor adjusted you on his lap before moving his hands towards your thighs. Sensing his advances, she began kissing your neck, pulling your suit off your shoulders. Becoming impatient, you aided her in undressing you, discarding the suit and rest of your clothes on the floor near the bed. You straddled the god again, eyeing Shuri while she undressed. Namor, sensing your attention fading, took the opportunity to grind you on his lap.

“Oh cmon, you can do better than that..” you teased, prompting him to buck his hips harder.

The sudden movement throws you off balance, you fall

forward, hands resting on either side of his head, face to face with him. The sudden closeness makes you pause, until you feel familiar hands slide up your back.

“Miss me?” She whispered, pressing her bare chest against your back.

Her hands crossed to the front of your body, until

resting on your inner thigh.

“Not much of a competition if you just watch, princess”, Namor urged.

“Why don't you help her loosen up?”

Shuri glared at him, but obliged. Her hands stretched

down between your thighs, aiding him.

“Cmon, tell me you want it..” she teased.

There was no hesitation when you responded to Shuri,

the eager begging flowing from your lips like a waterfall.

Shuri smirked and slid her fingers up your slit feeling how wet you were.Your body shivered as she rolled her finger over your clit.

“Look at how wet you are for your princess.” Shuri said, sinking her fingers into you.

“Oh-“ the feeling for her fingers inside of you was almost sudden but not unwelcome.

“You’re doing good getting her ready for me.” Namor said his eyes focused on the way Shuri’s fingers disappeared into you. Even as you whined and moaned on top of namor your eyes could never leave him. His gaze shot up from what Shuri was doing and moved to your lips.

“So pliable to your enemy, makes me question you..” Shuri whispers, her lips grazing your ear. You turn your head to address her, but a warm hand around your neck stops you. Namor turns your face back towards him.

“Eyes on me, alright?”, you nodded pathetically, his grip inescapable.

“Good, open up a bit..”, he asserted. You obeyed and he slid his hands down, removing Shuri's fingers from you.

“I hope the princess prepared you well.” He said before lining himself with you and pushing the head in.

“God he's big-“ you thought, struggling to ease yourself on to his dick.

You gasped as you sank onto his lap, shocked by the sudden fullness. Shuri sat up pulling you with her. This new position allowed you to lean your back against her. Her hands trail up from your waist to your breast, searching for ways to pleasure you while you adjust to namor.

“You’ve made my hand such a mess, why don’t you clean it up.” Shuri demanded holding her fingers up to your lips.

Namor watched as you took shuri’s fingers into your mouth, tasting yourself. He’d have to remember to taste you for himself later but now all he could think about was how tight you were around him.

“Tell me you're ready cause I can’t wait much longer.” Namor pressed, running his hands up your thighs.

“Go on, tell him how much you want it.” Shuri says, pulling her fingers from your mouth.

“Please, I’m ready-“ you're cut off by Namor who thrusts up without warning, knocking the words from your lips.

A low groan echoed off the walls as he gripped you with bruising strength.

“Gentle.” Shuri scolded, noticing the way you tensed. Namor sucked his teeth but complied, starting at a merciful pace for you to adjust to. Your hands braced on namors chest while Shuri’s held onto your hips keeping you steady.

The sounds that came from Namor were like heaven, the sound of him along with his thrusts made your head swim.

Shuri pressed kisses to the back of your neck whispering praises into your ear as you took Namor completely.

“F-faster!” You choked out, earning a grin from the man beneath you.

“Of course in yaakunaj.” His lips pressed together tightly as he bucked his hips up faster.

His grip on your thighs tightened as he brought you down to meet his thrusts. You felt dizzy at the sensations, almost making you forget your lover behind you.

“My Princess please use me as you please!” You cried out.

Namors pace slowed once more before pulling out completely. You and Shuri shared a look of confusion as he moved from under you.

“Stay on your knees and turn to your Princess.” He ordered.

Shuri caught on to what he was planning and grabbed your chin pulling you closer. She gave you a chaste kiss before leaning back against the bed. Namor pressed a hand to the middle of your back, pushing you between shuri’s legs. You wasted no time before shoving your tongue between her folds. You lapped at her slit drinking her in. Namor slid his hand back down to your waist using the other to line himself up again.

“Be nice to your princess-“ He began as he leaned over.

You could feel his warm breath against your ear as he lowered his voice to a mere whisper.

“-because I won’t.” Before you're given time to question what Namor said, he thrusted back into you.

Your breath hitched as you processed the fullness once more. Namors pace was relentless this time around. Between servicing shuri and Namor driving into you, you could barely breathe. The room filled with the ragged breaths and drawn out moans, the harmonious sounds of sex. Shuri gripped at your hair as you plunged your tongue into her trying to match Namors pace. Her thighs held you in place and her grip was tight, she was definitely close. It wasn’t long before a whine left shuri’s lips, her entire body tensing as she rode through her orgasm. You continued to clean up her mess pushing her into overstimulation. She pulled herself away with a sigh, her body limp against the bed while she caught her breath.

“You’ve had your fill, yes?” Namor asked her, slowing his thrusts.

She nodded wordlessly and he grinned.

“Good.” Was all He Said before you felt his hand around your throat.

He pulled you back into his chest, his free arm wrapping around your waist to pull you impossibly close.

“Looks like I win”, he teased.

He picked up his pace, moving his hand down to your clit. The double sensation made your mind go blank. You gripped at namors arms, feeling pressure in your abdomen. Namor squeezed his hand around your throat sending you into a state of bliss. Nonsense kept sputtering out of your mouth as Namor fucked you through your orgasm. Overstimulation began setting in and you were like jello in his hands.

“Do you want me inside, Hm?” He asked lowly. You nodded in a daze, head thrown back over his shoulder.

“Don’t come inside her.” Shuri warned, sitting up on the bed.

Namor shot her a smirk before pressing into you as far as he could go making sure you’d be stuffed full.

Namor let out a grunt as he thrusted in a few times before letting you fall next to Shuri, her jealous gaze burning through

him.

[creamecafe]

I can't believe I forgot to mention that Black Panther: Wakanda Forever is now out in HD on Disney+ from yesterday. Now I have motivation to watch it all over again and write again of all the characters ♥️♥️

[saturrnss]

GROOVY- Poc!reader x namor

summary: It's the 1960s/ 70s and you want to go for a swim. little did you know there was something in the water...

warnings: Mentions of nudity, skinny dipping, mentions of drug use

A/N: no racism, bigotry, or serial killers. kinda just pure fluff

It was the middle of summer

You smoked weed at your friends house and thought it was a great idea that you go skinny dipping, after leaving their house, you hitched-hiked all the way to the nearest ocean at the dark of night, The only source of light is the moon and stripped.

For some reason you liked the ocean more than a night, the coolness of the ocean during summer time calmed you, it felt like you were a tiny person in the back of your bodies head, looking through your eyes, it was an entire plane of existence entirely.

After 20 minutes of floating at the water's surface, you felt a hand touch your back, and then something almost violently pulled you down. You were in shock, in such shock that you forgot to hold your breath and started drowning. a mask thing got put on you, a man's voice in the water just said "breathe"

You felt yourself plunging deeper and deeper into the water but still refused to open your eyes. minutes later you felt yourself coming out of the water and put on this hard surface. You opened your eyes to get jumpscare'd by the man looking at you.

You almost fell back into the water but he held you down. "don't move! if you fall back into that water the pressure will break every single bone in your body." he said with a stern enough voice that you got quiet. he let go and you collected yourself, and calmed yourself down.

You realized you were naked and quickly backed up against the wall and covered yourself with your arms. He laughs. "Trust i've seen more horrible things than nudity." You felt kind of embarrassed but still covered yourself anyways.

"I was going for a swim, and all of a sudden i'm in a cave naked, and cold with a man i don't even know." "I tried to save you" "why were you in the water with only a green speedo on?! "because i live here!"

you become curious and somewhat fascinated

"can you explain to me why you were out there at night again?" "I- what do you mean by again??"

Fear mixed with small anger overides the curiosity.

"..Since you were a child I saw you and your fellow surface dwellers, polluting the waters."

(The real truth was he just stumbled upon you when you were 20, he was annoyed at first but overtime he kinda got -used- to you.)

"I lived on a farm until i was 18, there's no oceans in rural america" you said.

".....well I thought you were younger because you colored your hair like 3 years ago"

"...I never dyed my hair until recently" he realizes his mistake but hides it "You stalk me you're a stalker!" "you just happened to be intruding on my home-" "I just dyed my hair 4 months ago!" you point at your now faded colored hair.

"Well I'm sorry that I remember faces!" he crosses his arms, feeling disrespected.

".....Do You have a crush on me" you said "I do not have a crush!" It becomes more apperant to you as a cheeky grin grows across your face. "You're obsessed with me fishboy just admit it. you punch his arm. "The way you surface dwellers flatter yourselves is amazing." he says while rolling his eyes.

He did have feelings for you. A very. very. small one (he tried to convince himself), the type where you could suppress it. silence overtook the room soon thereafter.

"well. So long" "what?" He dives into the water. You try to grab him but you're a little too late. A couple minutes later he comes back with a towel and covers you with it.

He dries the parts that are not dry (not your private areas) of your body. You look at him the entire time he was doing it, when he looked at you back you got embarrassed and put your head down. turns out if pay attention he's actually really handsome.

"What's your name?" you say. "I have many names. my people call me k'uk'ulkan," His face drops. "but my enemies call me Namor." you stare at him. "well thank god i'm not your enemy then." You put out your hand "y/n." He shakes your hand back as you both stare into each other's eyes

Let's just say you guys met up a lot after that.

[starlight-loki]

it's been a while, but i'm back :')

Hi!

It's been so long, omg! I left this blog just under two years ago to take a short break and time seemed to slip out from under me.

I've really missed writing, and so I wanted to give my blog a little reboot and get back into it again.

I received a bunch of requests during the time I was away, but mainly due to the time that's passed, I've decided to wipe my to-write list clean and start anew.

My old fics will still be available to read from my masterlist (which is still pinned), and I will still be taking requests!

I'm also starting to write for Namor because lets be real hot damn i fell for him real quick when I saw Wakanda Forever in theatres

I'm still writing for Loki as before, and as my username suggests! Feel free to send in requests for either Loki or Namor :)

I'm so excited to get back into writing lil things for y'all! It's really good to be back 💕

[do-you-ship-this-comic-ship]

propaganda:

they're both messy, stuck-up bitches who revel in dramatics. also, IIRC there was concept art/writing of them for a Secret Wars oneshot comic (the House of M one) alongside plans to literally pair the both of them together as lovers & co-conspirators. Marvel wasn't too keen on all that and only the co-conspirators part was kept.

[shadowyhideoutpeace]

Marvel Fics

(updated 09/08/24)

Loki Laufeyson

Fluff

What He Doesn't Know Won't Hurt Him

SECRETS

Magic show

Combat Training

A fool with a bullet wound

Series

FROM THE VOID, WITH LOVE

Smut

Loki Laufeyson Masterlist

Masterlists

Thor Odinson

Fluff

Carolina Reaper

Imagine Thor doesn’t think he can get drunk

Idunn's Apples

A Royal Pregnancy

You Have To Learn

Angst

Smut

Guardian!reader and Thor

fertility god

keep burning

Mornings

Masterlists

Masterlist CharnelHouse

Matt Murdock

Smut

Deprivation

Wicked Games

Masterlists

fettuccin-e

Peter Parker (TASM & Tom)

Fluff

baby spider

Flirty bully coming your way

Masterlists

fettuccin-e

Namor/ KuKulkan

Fluff

The Unexpected- The Proposal | Explanations and Surprise Visits

Sweet like mango

Baby, all at once, this is enough

THE KING'S PROPOSAL

Angst

…Story Imagine…

The Depths You’ll Go

Delayed Fate

Smut

con la brisa

oneshot

Namor x Reader!waterbender/powers

Series

Unfulfilled

Child without love

The Stranger

Mi Amor

doctor

Peter/Pietro Maximoff

Fluff

Taking a Bubble Bath with Peter Maximoff

SMUT

Use Me

Masterlist

essie’s masterlist

Druig

Fluff

For Eternity ❦

A fic where the eternals don't know you're a thing with Druig

For You? I Do

Eros Flirts with the Wrong Eternal

sunshine & kisses

Disbelief

Troublemaker

Smut

“‘No’? You’re such a bad liar.”

𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞

Angst

unrequited love

Masterlists

Druig ~ Masterlist

[lunathebee]

Ooo hiii! I’m sorry for all the rambling!!

Can I please request a Newlyweds!Namor x fem!human!reader oneshot where he’s helping her adjust after taking the vibranium-infused herb? Teaching her how to swim, trying to teach her how to defend herself in case of emergency, also teaching her Mayan + him being really soft with her, lots of kisses, hugs, and cuddles (Namor puts on a tough front but I just KNOW he’d be a complete softie for his wife), also he’d be sooo worried about Y/n because while she can now breathe underwater and will age as slow as he does, she’s still more vulnerable because she’s only human, not a mutant + Namor spoiling the heck out of Y/n🥺🥺

Pairing: Newlyweds!Namor x fem!human!reader

Warning: none just fluff

A/n: This is such a cute scenario, we live for soft!Namor ^^

Summary: Namor thinks you need to learn Mayan more; you prove him wrong by saying one word only.

"Easy, slow and steady, my pearl." Namor smiled while holding Y/n's hand and guiding her to the cold water. "Are you sure you're ready? We can wait as long as you want."

"I think I'm ready." Y/n said while biting her lips, feeling how the water slowly rose up as she walked forward. This is the first time Namor has allowed her to be near the ocean ever since she took the vibranium-infused herb, which is such a long time ago.

While Y/n thinks Namor is overreacting, he assures her that it's for her own safety (and his too; Namor can't bring himself to see any water incident).

"Can we see Talokan now?" Y/n smiled while tilting her head, she can't wait to just dive down and see how marvelous the kingdom is, now that Y/n can breethe under water, what can possibily stop her?

"What? Not yet, Y/n; you need to learn all kinds of things first! Like defending yourself, or learning Mayan, or even swimming—do you know how to swim yet?" The king chuckled; he is sure the only reason his sweet little pearl can still talk his ears off is because he is holding her waist. Namor's finger digs harder into Y/n's skin, like a reminder she still needs to depend on him.

"I- I mean we can learn them, you can teach me everything, we have all the time in the world"

A smart answer from Y/n to ignored Namor's direct question. The cold water now submerged her chest, but somehow it still can't stop the heat rushing onto her face. Life with Namor still seems new and unfamiliar to Y/n, but it is oh so exciting and lovely.

"K'ilkabech? (Are you hot?)" Namor asks, his voice full of teasing hints. The king just wants to kiss his beautiful queen's face, but she keeps hiding it!

"Namor, you know I didn't understand when you said anything in Mayan." Y/N scolded before spalshing water at her husband playfully. The action made Namor let go of Y/n instantly due to surprise. The woman wasted no time taking the opportunity and diving down to the blue ocean, letting it control her body.

Namor follows right behind Y/n; he knows she is able to breathe under water now thanks to the herb. Something that sounds dangerous to humans now turns into a game of cat and mouse.

"Gotcha, not so quick now, little pearl." Namor thought and quickly catching up, hugging Y/n from behind, peppering kisses all over her face before swimming upward so that she couldn't escape another time.

"Don't think this is over; you still need to learn Mayan, my dear."

Y/n puffs up her cheek cutely like a pufferfish after Namor's comment. "I know how to speak Mayan"

"Say something to me then?"

"In k'áatech (I love you)" ♡ ♡ 

[ao3feed-thehobbit]

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 - 𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝒊𝒕

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by TheUglyRomantic

Welcome to this book of assorted oneshots, headcanons, imagines, drabbles etc. featuring unpopular and/or shunned, (minor) characters from more obscure or smaller fandoms.

You are invited to indulge yourself! 𝑹𝑬𝑸���𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑺 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑵!

Words: 5537, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English

Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings (Movies), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Poirot - Agatha Christie, Agatha Christie's Poirot (TV), Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle, Il nome della rosa | The Name of the Rose - Umberto Eco, Dracula - Bram Stoker (Novel 1897), The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power (TV 2022), Gladiator (2000), Kingdom of Heaven (2005), Famous Five - Enid Blyton, The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien, 約束のネバーランド | Yakusoku no Neverland | The Promised Neverland (Manga), Hamlet - Shakespeare, Le Fantôme de l'Opéra | Phantom of the Opera - Gaston Leroux, Pirates of the Caribbean (Movies), Star Wars Prequel Trilogy

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M, Gen, Multi

Characters: Denethor II, Boromir (Son of Denethor II), Maeglin | Lómion, Gríma Wormtongue, Adar (The Rings of Power), Scotland Yard Officers (Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle), Hercule Poirot, Arthur Hastings (Poirot), James Japp, Thorin Oakenshield, Gandalf | Mithrandir, Erik | Phantom of the Opera, Adso da Melk, Adelmo da Otranto, Remus Lupin, Voldemort (Harry Potter), Quirinus Quirrell, Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy, Maximus Decimus Meridius, Davy Jones (Pirates of the Caribbean), Cutler Beckett, Armando Salazar (Pirates of the Caribbean), Hector Barbossa, Namor of Talokan (Marvel), Sheev Palpatine

Relationships: Reader & Other(s)

Additional Tags: Minor Character(s), Dark, No Fluff

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[demigoddessqueens]

Thank you doing my request I loved it. Yesterday I saw the black panther movie and I fell in love with namor and I was wondering if I could request a few parts for him with the reader from when they first meet and gradually fall in love with each other and her background is that she is childhood friends with the royal family of Wakanda and has the same abilities as aquaman does and protects the wakandans along side the black panther when there is one 💙

Oh Namor, how you follow your heart 💚🌊

You were like a second daughter to Ramonda, and a sister to Shuri. Though your people lived in proximity to the shores of Wakanda, there was never a moment where you weren’t beside them. A second family that you could call your own.

Before you aimed your sharpened spear at him, Namor could sense the dynamic you shared with the two women as well. If it wasn’t under tense circumstances, he would have spoken more admirably to you.

Yet Namor was one Fate had plans for when you, Shuri, and the young girl crossed his path again. Though he admired you and Shuri’s loyalty to one another, Namor didn’t want to be seen as the one who stood in your way. Could those eyes of yours look at him in admiration instead, rather than distrust?

In exploring Talokan, it was a paradise. Just for a moment. It was rare for Namor to find one similar to him, but he couldn’t help but follow every move of you in exploring his home. Weaving gracefully through the water as if it was only an extension of you. He watched intensely for you and Shuri’s reaction, seeking for a semblance of approval.

If smiles could ever be immortalized, Namor wanted to preserve the memory of seeing you light up in amazement at his world. The same could be said when you talked by the pool’s shores. How he wanted to hold your hand in that moment before being ripped away.

It only seemed fair for you to leave a mark of your own. A gash across his shoulder launched by your makeshift water spear after he took your Queen Mother. The pain and hurt in your eyes cut him deep. If you struck him down, he would never fault you.

Namor thought it wouldn’t come down to this, but he knew why you and Shuri launched your attack. Despite being at odds, your fighting within the water was worth of admiration. You were loyal to these people, and they were a family to you.

As the battle ceased between him and Shuri, Namor saw your eyes gleam in victory for your sister but it pained still to see them fall when you saw him. At least for now, he still got a chance to see you for a new future that laid waiting.

The days, weeks, months passed, becoming a few years since a shaky alliance had been formed. You shied away less when he offered his hand to you. The talks, both diplomatic and personal, lasted longer into the next day especially when you both went for swims together.

Finally culminating in a kiss, you held tightly to him. It was nothing you ever expected in your life, but there was a second chance now.

[dungeonsandkobolds]

Also I need to do a SWADE marvel oneshot update for yall at some point don't I

Suffice to say for now I gave out bennies any time players made a joke their character would make, we roasted Johnny Storm for being a fuck boy, and Kingpin's ventilation system is covered in messages from superheroes to each other proving that his security system doesn't work

My players decided that Bucky and Nat probably made out in the vent

Also Namor ruined a funeral off-screen lol

[ao3feed-sambucky]

you hold the future inside you

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/46884478

by pinkpilot

Compilation of 500 word oneshots for this year's mayterinity bingo card!

Very self indulgent fics, all set vaguely in the mcu. There is no rhyme or reason behind them. I'm just obsessed with these characters and want to stick them into these situations.

Enjoy!

Words: 500, Chapters: 1/16, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Peter Quill, Namor of Talokan (Marvel), Sylvie (Loki TV), Otto Octavius, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Scott Lang, Stephen Strange, Karl Mordo, Eddie Brock, Venom Symbiote (Marvel)

Relationships: Loki/Thor (Marvel), Peter Quill/Thor, Otto Octavius/Rosalie Octavius, Loki/Peter Quill, Loki/Sylvie (Loki TV), James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson, Loki/Stephen Strange, Eddie Brock/Venom Symbiote, Karl Mordo/Stephen Strange

Additional Tags: Mpreg, Mayternity 2023, Breeding Kink, Belly Kink, Belly Rubs, Pregnant Sex

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[thoughtfulbelieverstrawberry]

Tu jáal le k'áak'náabo'

Versión en español.

Avance.

Advertencia: Ninguna

Eres una mutante al igual que tu gemelo, él podía convertirse en cualquier animal que quisiera y tú podías controlar animales a tu antojo con solo decir una orden.

Su madre murió asesinada cuando eran jóvenes vivían en algún lugar de Latinoamérica, las personas del pueblo la mataron y a ustedes los torturaron, los amarraron a un tractor y dieron vueltas en círculos, fue en ese momento que Marco, el logro escapar convirtiéndose en una iguana, dejándote atrás, cuando terminaron de torturarte, iban a matarte con un machete.

Justo cuando iban a asesinarte, tus poderes despertaron, gritaste por ayuda, después de eso, todos los animales que escucharon tu grito reaccionaron a tu ayuda, mataron y lastimaron aquellos que te dañaron.

Minutos después, Marco regreso, con un hombre que nunca habías visto, saco garras de sus puños y te libero, les prometió cuidarlos y protegerlos, los llevo a un paraje donde había más como tú, con diferentes poderes, pero compartían algo …  Algo que en ese momento no entendiste, pero ahora sí.

Y ese algo era el Gen - X.

La versión en inglés saldrá muy pronto, al igual que el primer capítulo.

-The English version will be released very soon, as will the first chapter.