#namora x fem!reader

[xexyromero]

oii xexy! você poderia fazer headcanons de como seria namorar com os meninos? desde já agradeço 💗

wn: oiiiiii! mil perdões pela demora na resposta </3 mas segue aqui! espero que você goste, viu?

meninos do cast x namoro

fem!reader headcanon

tw: +16 (?)

enzo:

muito muito muito tempo de qualidade.

não esquece uma data especial - e faz questão de comemorar. nem que seja um jantar rapidinho em algum restaurante mais simples ou um buquê de flores inesperado, só pra não deixar as datas passarem em branco. 

te manda mensagem o dia todo, tanto com perguntas sobre o seu dia quanto com fatos sobre o dia dele! e adora te enviar fotos de tudo.

muito apelidinho fofo e é daqueles que acha que você está com raiva se chamar de “enzo”. 

é meloso mas terminantemente contra usar voz de bebê pra falar contigo. 

agustin

é um bobão com energia golden retriever, extremamente apaixonado e que faz qualquer coisa por você. 

esquece todas as datas especiais porque acredita que toda oportunidade que vocês tem de se ver é uma data especial e deve ser tratada como tal. 

adora viajar com você! e está sempre propondo novas viagens quando tem tempo livre. 

não é do estilo mandar mensagem, mas é do estilo ligação! qualquer chance que ele tem, te liga. 

é muito carinhoso fisicamente - está sempre sentado do seu lado, fazendo carinho na sua mão e te dando beijinhos quando estão em público e no privado. 

fran

muito date em museu, espaço expositivo e cinema! 

não te manda muita mensagem ao longo do dia, mas enche suas mensagens diretas do instagram e do tiktok de meme (e fica chateado quando você não vê).

é totalmente a favor da voz de bebê entre o casal. 

faz skincare com você e é maravilhoso em te ajudar a escolher roupa.

não gosta muito de briga e acredita muito no poder da comunicação - toda vez que os ânimos vão se tornando mais agressivos, te abraça bem forte e pede que conversem melhor depois de se acalmarem um pouquinho. 

matias

muita, muita, muita declaração de amor de todas as formas possíveis e imagináveis (de bilhetinho grudado no espelho a post no instagram). 

é ciumentíssimo e, devido ao seu jeito mais bruto, vocês costumam brigar a respeito - mas as brigas se resolvem rapidinho, ele não é orgulhoso.

gosta muito de saídas ao ar livre, principalmente de ir à praia. faz questão que você esteja em todas elas. 

se o agustin é um golden, o matías é um gato. ama carinho, pede carinho, dá carinho, mas quando sente que deu, deu. 

assiste, escuta e come tudo e qualquer coisa que você diz que é “seu favorito”. 

kuku

viciado em te amar. namora pra casar e está determinado a formar uma casa e uma fam��lia com você. 

suuuper próximo da sua família e só não pediu permissão pra te namorar porque sabia que você ia ficar magoada (afinal, quem tem que permitir é você, né). 

manda mensagem como se fossem bilhetinhos ao longo do dia e só falta terminar assinando (“deixei tal coisa pra você na geladeira, beijos”, “não esqueça que vamos jantar fora hoje!, beijos”).

você e ele são considerados os “pais” do rolê. 

tem uma energia de mocinho, mas dentro de quatro paredes é um animal.

[feasibilities]

Talamilo'ob (Danger) - Namora x Talokanil Fem!Reader

Warnings: Degradation, Tr!bbing, Dom!Namora, Overstimulation, Choking, etc.

Author's Note: Sorry this took longer than expected. Enjoy!

Taglist: @nyctophilic0vitnir, @milkycottoncandy

Your back lies against the hard cave floor once again. You stared at the gorgeous warrior as she held her jadestone spear to your neck. She had bested you for the umpteenth time. Training with her had proven to be hell on Earth. You spent each night cooling the ache of your bruises in the chilly waters of Talokan. Namora, however, was apathetic to your complaints.

“Patético/Pathetic.” She reprimanded you, moving the tip of the blade towards your cleavage. You pursed your lips as you felt wetness gather in between your thighs. Namora's insistence on training for hours finally made sense. You felt ashamed of your body’s reaction, however.

Namora picked up on your energy and straddled you. Staring at you intently, she slid her hands under your shirt & started to knead your breasts. Her cool thumb teased at your nipple, earning a stifled moan from you. You rutted against her and whined to rile her up. You watched her remove her respirator and her clothing. You quickly followed suit and soon felt her slender fingers slip into you. Your back arched as she pressed against the spongy flesh of your g-spot. She sped up her movements, making your legs shake.

"I can't take it, In Diosa..." You begged. 

"Je'el a/Yes, you can." She countered, ignoring your pleas. 

You walls began to flutter and your vision blurred as you climaxed. Juices sprayed out of you like a burst pipe. Namora held your waist still and rubbed your clit vigorously to intensify your orgasm. You writhed in pleasure and grabbed her wrist. She nearly became feral hearing you scream her name. Pulling you closer, she straddled you once more. She held your legs open and began grinding against you. You were a toy for her depraved games. 

Finally, her icy disposition began to crack. Her moans were desperate and of a woman who hadn't experienced this kind of bliss in a while. She dug her nails into your thigh. The combined slickness and friction made her eyes roll back. A stray hand of hers found your throat as she grinded faster. Your muscles began to ache from the discomforting position she held you in. Your voice had grown raspy from singing her praises. 

Namora's hips stuttered as she started to unravel. You were overstimulated & forced to cum once again. The nectar of your coitus dripped onto the cool floor. Namora kissed you tenderly and caressed the bruises left on you by her ferocity.

[thegreatestsandwich]

The reader has been calm their entire pregnancy. But as soon as they go into labor, it all suddenly feels real to them and they panic Because Namor is not there but Namora grabs their hand tightly and looks them deeply in the eyes, reassuring them everything will be ok

I gave my blood, sweat and tears for this (Namora x Platonic!Reader)

Masterlist

Pairing: Namor x F!reader, Namora x Platonic!reader

Word count: 1.2k

Summary: On one of his trips away from Talokan, you didn't expect to give birth, and being completely alone and scared, Namora decided to take a step and help you with this

Warning: this is about child birth, so be prepare to read about blood, literally child birth, screaming, but also friendship

A/N: I love Namora so much, there is practically nothing about her on here, why?

Labor sucks.

The pain of it was horrible.

And in that moment you decided that you would never give birth again, no matter how much Namor would want another child. This baby would be the first and the last one.

It wasn’t supposed to be this fast, you were praying that Namor would have arrived by now and comforted you as best as he could, but the reality was another. He was away and you were currently sitting on the floor, far away from everyone as your shared home was on the surface cavern, not in the waters. Your hands were cradling your stomach as a pool of blood was surrounding your legs. Your eyes were leaking a good flow of tears and you tried to muffled your screams by biting your lips.

Namora was the one who found you, she was getting worried that you had disappeared hours ago, but every time she tried to go and find you, the other older women chastised her to stay put, as it was your wish to be alone. But she knew better, and the promise she made to Namor was way bigger than giving you the space you silently requested for. So ignoring the complains of the other women, she made her way to the surface cave, her hands quickly adjusting the mask on her face before stepping out of the waters.

Her feet carried her to the small place her king and queen called home, she didn’t even bother to knock when she heard your muffled scream full on pain. Her face frowned in anger at the potential danger you could be facing, her hands quickly went to the daggers she carried on her waist. Namora entered without thinking, but she was prepare to battle for your safety and the sight of you on the ground covered in blood made her daggers fall on the ground.

“Help.” Your face contorted in pain as you whispered your plea. “Namora, please.”

“In reina.” Namora whispered in return, not knowing what to do. She quickly made her way to your side, turning your head to hers, her eyes scanning your face for any sign of injury. “Ba'ax úuch?” What happened?

You didn’t answer her, your eyes closing as another wave of pain traveled across your body, your hands grabbed her wrists, squeezing them as hard as you could to try and alleviate some of the pain.

Namora could face a thousand of warriors, she would never turn away from a fight, but watching you there in pain, she didn’t know what to do and the only answer was to turn away and get help. As she run up to the water, she couldn’t help but feel horrible as your screams of pain surrounded her. She swam to the older women, grabbing two of them and dragging them to the surface, she didn’t care if the women began screaming at her or hitting her to let them go, she needed them to help you.

“Yáantik le.” Help her. Namora begged as she led them to you. “Béet.” Please.

The women exchanged glances, and Namora could’t shook off the feeling that something was completely wrong. One of them kneeled at your side, quickly grabbing your hand in hers. “Wáaj Buka'aj k'iin u yaax yaantal sangrando?” How long have you been bleeding?

“I don’t know.” You spoke in english. “I don’t know, does it look bad?”

“In reina.” The other woman kneeled at your legs, carefully opening them. Namora took a step closer, trying to look at what was going on. The woman gasped. “Le paalo' ku taal.” The child is coming. She whispered.

“Ma', ma' u páajtal u, K'uk'ulkan mina'an waye'.” No, it cannot happend yet, K’uk’ulkan is not here. Namora answered, her eyes frowning.

“Le paalo' tu'ux mutante tu'ux talokanil, le a síijil ma' le ba'al u común.” The child is part mutant, part talokanil, this birth is nothing of common. The woman at your side stood up, quickly making her way to the basket of supplies they had given you days ago, she turned to Namora. “K'uk'ulkan mina'an waye', ba'ale' wa k pa'atik, le paalo' ka k reina morirán.” K'uk'ulkan is not here, but if we wait, that child and our queen will die. “With us here, she has a chance, Namora.”

Her voice was soothing, too bad you were in so much pain that you definitely didn’t believe any word she said. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust them, the older women often take care of this kind of situations, you just thought she would say any kind of bullshit to keep you calm. Where was Namor?

You moaned in pain again, clutching at your stomach. Namora then decided you will give birth and she would make sure both of you would survive. She turned to the older women, nodding.

“Ba'ax K'a'abet k meentik?” What should we do? She asked.

“Well, first, we must spoke in English, as our queen is not in her right mind to speak our mother tongue.” Namora nodded. “Second, we must move her to the waters, it will be easier there.”

Namora reached to you, putting her arms under your armpits, when she tried to help you stand up, you screamed in pain so she quickly put you down once again, she turned to the other two women, who looked concerned.

“She cannot be moved.” One of them whispered. “But without the water, it will be more difficult.”

“My queen, I am going to listen to your womb to see if the child’s heartbeat is strong enough.” You nodded, and she put her ear on your stomach. Agony tore through your midsection, a horrible scream broke out of you, like someone was cutting you open with a knife. Your pulse drummed on your throat, clogging it, nothing had ever hurt like this.

You began gulping for air, like a fish out of the waters, you fell back onto the ground again, clutching at your stomach, digging your heels on the hard ground, trying to get away from the pain.

“We must deliver the child here, let us hope one of them will survive.”

Dizziness swamped you, you were so cold and the voice of the other women drifted away from you, you knew they were calling your name but you couldn’t answer, your mouth was too dry, another pulse of agony broke your world inside out, this time, the pain was longer, so you screamed.

Namora had never been so afraid in her life. “What is happening?” There was too much blood to be normal.

“L’enh’eah’ check her pulse, quick.”

L’enh’eah’ nodded, quickly pressing two fingers against your throat. “It is strong, K’ha’nha, but she has enter an unconscious stage.”

K’ha’nha quickly grabbed a few pieces of cloth, quickly drying as much blood as she could, “This is not good, the child is demanding to be let out, but are away from the city to do much, there is no time either.”

“What does that mean?” Namora asked.

“If the child does not come in a natural way, we must cut open her stomach to take the child out.” L’en’eah said, quickly opening the legs once again. “I do not see the head, we must cut open.”

“No!” Namora screamed, quickly grabbing your uncouncious form and dragging you away from them. “If you cut her open, K'uk'ulkan will have your head.”

“If we lose her, K'uk'ulkan will have our head either way, so we must not lose them Namora, you understood?” K’ha’nha said, grabbing the blade Namora had dropped earlier. “Grab her torso, do not let her move away, and let us pray we do not lose them.”

Namora bit her lip, closing her eyes with force, she knew they were right. Her arms hugged your torso, hugging you tightly against her chest, her lips pressed against the side of your hair. “I won’t let you go.” She whispered. “I am here, I am not going away, I promise."

[namorblog]

Namora x wife!reader𓆝♡🌊

you and namora got married a little while ago, you a person from the surface who had many important things on the surface, and she someone from the bottom of the sea, an entire kingdom that she fought to protect.

an unlikely couple isn't it? everyone thought it wouldn't last the two of you, but here you are, fixing up the house you and she were to share.

you came up with the idea of ​​going to live near the beach, a house that would be yours and hers. of course, K'uk'ulkan didn't like the idea at first due to the hatred on the surface, but seeing the happiness of someone important to him together with someone else, he let namora visit you and help you with the move, of course with very careful for no other surface to see next to you.

second day of moving, you were taking the boxes in, unfortunately namora weren't there.

right on the day the heavy boxes arrived.

you were angry and sad, she had promised that she would help you today. you didn't have half her strength, compared to her you were minuscule in the sense of strength.

with your thoughts of how you'd be ignoring her for the rest of the day when she arrived you didn't even hear her come in through the bedroom balcony.

you screamed when you felt someone hug you from behind, you looked and were relieved to see namora there.

Ba'ax a necesitado bejla'e'.

(Are you needy now?)

you said as you let go of her and she was confused by your reaction.

"Ba'ax a k'áat a wa'al."

(what you mean?)

you ignored what she said and went back to picking up the boxes and getting tired of so much weight you were carrying, you felt the weight leave your arms and see namora holding the box and putting it in your room.

"Cha' in beetik".

(Let me do it.)

she said as she picked up more boxes.

5»No, meetej. Ts'o'ok u meentik."

(No, I do. I was already doing it!)

you said as you tried to pick up another box but failed as your body ached.

"Kulen!"

(Go sit!)

Namora said and helped you to go to the sofa in the living room and make you sit there.

you watched her carry the boxes with ease.

after a while you went to get up to make some coffee, but then you felt namora pull you by the waist and make you go back to the sofa, you grumbled and crossed your arms in defeat.

you watched her make something in the kitchen and come back to the living room with a bowl of cut fruit.

"janal"

(Eat.)

you took a piece of the fruit and ate it.

a silence remained between you two.

".. Ma' taak ka'ach in meentik a luchar utia'al u bisik le cajas, u juro, yaabilmech taal ka'ache' utia'al a wáantik. Ba'ale' Yanchaj jump'éel káajal imprevisto. Ka wu'uyik".

(I.. didn't want to make you struggle carrying the boxes, I swear, I wanted to come earlier to help you.. but there was an unforeseen event.. I'm sorry.)

you looked at her and looked at what she was wearing, she wasn't wearing the clothes you were used to seeing, today she was wearing an orange dress that went down to her feet.

"Ma'alo'ob"

"It's fine."

you said as you finished eating the fruits.

Namora sat next to you and made you lay your head in her lap.

she started stroking you cheek and then stroking your hair.

☆࿐ཽ༵༆༒🐠༒༆࿐ཽ༵☆

[namorkawaiiwife]

Nsf//w namora alphabet!⭐

Warning: C X Y Z are not here in so Sorry😭😭😭

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

depending on where you are, if you were a human and they had done it on the beach, she would try to take you to your house (let's imagine that you live near the beach ok) and she would try to take care of you very carefully, afraid of to have hurt you at some point, you would have to tell her that it's ok, because she doesn't know how the human body works, even if you are strong and healthy she would treat you as if you were something fragile and easy to break.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

in my opinion, she likes her waistline, i don't have much opinion on what she likes about herself sorry.

but, what she likes in her partner is definitely her cheeks, breasts, and thighs.

she loves to grab your cheeks and pinch them when you're being naughty and not obeying her.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

she already had scenarios in her head of how you would moan her name, how you would beg her to fuck you. how you would be tied to the bed asking for attention.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

she is not a virgin. thats for sure but if you are human she would be a little scared the first time, she would be scared of hurting you, she would just be sure you want her to fuck you hard when you beg her

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

she likes to be on top of you, and your hands are tied.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Serious.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

well, it depends if you like to be fucked hard or gently.

but like we all are a bunch of bitches who love to be fucked by women and we love to be fucked hard.

she would leave marks all over your body, especially in the parts that would show when you went somewhere public.

she would tease you, talking like you and so desperate for her touch on your pussy.

how you moan desperately for any touch she gives you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

on the beach at night specifically.

she doesn't want anyone to see your body, only her.

and if they once catch you both.

she would kill the person for just looking at you with no clothes on.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

what turns her on and if you start to look like a kitten wanting affection.

she would go crazy if you did that in public, calling her the names you can only call her in bed.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

she likes to give. she loves to see how you moan desperately for more or how you move your thighs to get more attention

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Both ofc.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

she doesn't like it very much, but if you ask nicely she will do it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

no, she hates to think that someone might see you without your clothes on. that's why she prefers to do it on the beach at night.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

i don't know if talokan has toys.

but, if you show her something like a vibrator, she would like the idea.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

she sure likes to see how you look when she stops touching you at some point, how you beg her to keep going.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

she doesn't moan very loudly when she fucks you.

but when you offer to fuck her, she has to hold in the moans sometimes.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

imagine that you wake up one day and when you look out the window, at a small pile of folded clothes, you look and see that they are underwear.

already knowing whose it was you decide to try each one.

that day you would see the night.

so you chose one of the clothes that was green in color and that didn't hide even half of your boobs.

when you arrive at the beach and she is there, you were wearing a white dress and the outfit you chose underneath.

as she took off her dress, you could see how she blushed when she saw what you were wearing underneath.

"did you like it?"

you asked her, and she replied yes with a nod.

[creamecafe]

I have a fanfic idea! It's a Namora x FEM!Reader, or really any insert!reader but I mainly want it to be Fem. The plot is that Namora has always had feelings for the reader but doesn't say anything because she thinks reader and Namor has something going on between them. But Reader is also into Namora too but both just pining for each other. Then Attuma or Namor notices what's going on and encourages the reader to tell Namora how she feels and they are together?

Let me know if you want tags!

[revrover]

The Stranger - Pt 1

Part Two | Part Three

Pairing: Namor x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Language, blood, brief mentions of violence and alcohol

Summary: Upon discovering the unconscious body of a woman floating in the water, you rush to provide aid. Little do you know her people are searching for her, bringing a mysterious man to your door.

A/N: Still very new to writing fanfic (this is literally post number two), but couldn’t get this drabble out of my brain for a week so here it is. Please be kind! 

***I do not give permission to copy, plagiarize, or repost my work as your own in any form!

It’s close to dusk when you make your way from town back to your home on the secluded shoreline. With food and supplies in a bag slung over your shoulder, it will be another two or three days before you head back to restock. Although a fair distance, you have come to cherish the 5-mile trek into town. Walking along less traveled paths, visiting with the locals, and admiring the breathtaking nature around you have become some of your favorite things about living on the island. 

As the sun steals its last glimpse over the horizon, the vibrant orange and purple hues stretching across the sky begin to dim. The outline of a small bungalow comes into view about a hundred meters down the way. The warm glow of lanterns you hung before you left shines from the front porch, welcoming your return. 

You stumbled across this place two years ago, abandoned and needing major repair. Maybe it was just your nature to see the beauty and potential in broken things, but as soon as you laid eyes on the residence, your heart was set on it. Wrapped around the front is a porch with stairs that lead down onto a stone path, eventually making its way to the sand. Through the front door, an open entryway and a small kitchen are situated to the left accompanied by a simple sitting area. To the right is a doorway that leads to your bedroom and bathroom. It's a humble home, but you've worked hard to make it comfortable.

As you walk the familiar pathway toward the bungalow, you look out at the ocean. You watch as the water dances its way up the beach with every push and pull of the tide, waves gently lapping their way up onto the sand to make a melodic rhythm. You breathe in the salty air and revel in the beauty the island so generously offers. 

The moment of serenity is interrupted when, out of the corner of your eye, you notice something just past the wave breaks. You squint as you try to focus your gaze to ensure the evening shadows aren't playing tricks on you. A shiver shoots down your spine. 

There's something floating in the water. Only, it's not something. It's someone.

"Oh my god," you say in disbelief, your eyes widening as you feel the air rush from your lungs. 

You react on pure instinct, immediately dropping your bag to the ground and sprinting into the water. Taking a deep breath, you plunge straight into the waves, pumping your arms and kicking your legs until they burn. You swim as hard as you can toward the body as it floats face down. 

When you reach it, you fear the worst. Quickly you turn it over to check for a pulse and discover it is a woman. Her frame is small, but she's solid and muscular. Body adorned with beautiful gold and jade trinkets, she appears to be wearing some sort of woven armor. You also notice her raven-black hair tied in a knot on top of her head, and a mesh-like apparatus covering her nose and mouth.

You carefully cradle the woman's head, lifting it out of the water.

"What the hell??" You mutter in shock. 

Right before your eyes, part of the woman’s face that is now exposed to the air turns a pale pigment of blue. She seems human enough, yet the way the blueness of her skin contrasts with its golden tones underneath the ocean surface makes you question what she might be instead.

All thoughts are pushed aside, however, the moment your attention is drawn to the sight of blood. Two gouges, a laceration across her shoulder, and a wound to her abdomen are seeping red into the salt water. She’s in poor condition and time is not on your side.

Doing your best to grapple her body, you kick your feet and pull the woman back to shore. The tide's added assistance gives you both the momentum needed to propel you toward the beach. As soon as you are able to stand, you turn and haul her body the rest of the way out of the ocean. 

Gently you lay her on a patch of dry sand as you take a moment to catch your breath. Your chest repeatedly rises and falls, your lungs straining for more oxygen. Staring at her now, you feel your heart nearly pounding out of your chest as the rest of her body turns the same shade of blue as her face. You shake your head as you fight back both your fear and curiosity. Whatever the woman's origins, tending to her wounds is your main priority. Help her now, and ask questions later.

Still unconscious, you reach up to remove the apparatus over her face, preparing to administer CPR. Suddenly, her arm shoots out and grasps your wrist, scaring the shit out of you. With unbelievable strength, she restrains any movement your hand could possibly make. Her eyes are wide and intense, pupils dilated.

"Okay, okay, I won't mess with it!" You promise. Her grip slackens as her eyes roll to the back of her head, losing consciousness again.

You rub your wrist, the bruise already forming. Deciding it would be best to move her from behind, you link yourself under her arms and pull her towards your home, unwittingly leaving a trail of sand and blood behind you. 

Making it to the bungalow, you manage to get the woman inside and onto your kitchen table. She's breathing, but it's shallow. Quickly, you grab all the first aid and sewing supplies you can scrounge out of the cabinets. You swipe a bottle of tequila from the shelf above the sink for good measure. Then you get to work to patch her up the best you can.

You clean the wound on her abdomen first, as that's where the bleeding is most prominent. Disinfecting it, applying pressure, then sewing it up, you focus meticulously on the needle in your hand, threading it back and forth through her skin. Once you finish, you fashion a bandage to soak up the excess blood.

The sky is dark as you move on to her shoulder to do the same. It feels like hours have gone by as you continue dressing the woman's wounds. It’s well into the night now, and the only light reflecting off the ocean for miles is from the moon and the lanterns of your home.

That's when he finds you.

A dark figure emerges from the water. He surveys the scene in front of him, eyes filling with rage as his focus dials in on the bloody trail leading up to your door. Spear in hand and body seething with anger, he marches towards your little house. 

Just as you clip the thread used to sew up the woman's shoulder and begin to apply another bandage, you're startled by a deafening CRASH!

Behind you, your front door gets obliterated. Through it, storms a man who quickly steps over the wooden debris that now litters the floor. His presence swallows the room as water drips off of his body. His eyes lock on to yours. 

"Holy shit!" You exclaim in terror. Before you know what is happening, he has made his way over to you, aggressively backing you up against the kitchen cabinets. 

Face-to-face with you now, he holds the tip of his spear to your throat, grazing your skin with it threateningly. He leans in so close you smell the salty ocean spray that covers his dark skin and can practically see your reflection in the cold piece of jade pierced through his septum. His breath is steady, but his glare is wild and ferocious. You raise your hands, attempting to show you mean no harm, only you don't account for the fact that your arms are covered in the woman's blood. His look becomes more menacing. 

"What have you done?" He growls, his voice low and dangerous. A fire is burning in his eyes as they widen with rage. 

"I'm helping her! I'm helping her!" is all you manage to say as you plead your case to the mysterious, hostile stranger. 

His stare remains intense as you feel the growing pressure of the cold metal spear against your throat. Everything inside you is screaming, telling you to close your eyes and that one way or another it will all be over soon. But you don't - you hold your ground and hold his gaze, searching his face for any shred of hope that he will spare your life.

The man's eyes flick over to the woman on the table, taking in more of the scene. As his head turns, you notice his pointed ears and beautifully hand-carved gauges made of jade. He turns his head slowly back to you, looking at you this time as if deliberating in his mind whether or not you are telling the truth. 

Again he leans in close, and you hold your breath as you await his final verdict. 

"You will speak of this to no one." It's not a question. It's a command.

You nod, willing to agree to anything at this point if it means not having your jugular sliced open.

"You will forget this night, and what you have seen."

Again you nod.

He keeps the spear pointed at your throat while carefully backing away toward the table. Your heart is pounding out of your chest as adrenaline pumps through your veins. You don't dare move a muscle.

The man retreats, withdrawing his spear and scooping up the woman who looks so petite in his arms. He carries her through the doorway but stops to look back at you. He says nothing, but his eyes are deadlocked on yours. You can’t describe or decipher the electric sensation that runs through your body at that moment, so you chalk it up to being in shock. 

Finally, he turns to leave, seemingly floating down to the shoreline with the woman securely in his arms. You watch as they disappear into the ocean and the night. 

Left alone, surrounded only by silence, the stinging memory of a blade against your neck, and a buzzing in your chest, you look around the empty kitchen. Blood and first aid supplies cover your table; debris that was once your front door now lays scattered across the floor, a draft gliding its way through your home. 

Your mind is still processing everything that has happened. Physically and emotionally, you are exhausted. 

"Screw it," you say out loud, grabbing the tequila still on the table and taking a swig straight from the bottle. "I'm going to bed."

--

You wake up the next morning as the sun is starting to rise and feel just as exhausted as when you had fallen asleep. Your mind is hazy. Your body is sore. You get up and pull on a fresh shirt and some shorts before making your way out of your bedroom. Groggily you shuffle through the entryway and into the kitchen to greet last night's mess. 

Only a few steps into the kitchen, however, you stop. Blinking a few times, you rub your eyes. On the table, where bloodied gauze, cloths, sewing needles, and the works had been scattered, now sits your bag next to a neat pile of the food and supplies you had gathered from yesterday's trip into town. You look down at your feet to discover a clean, debris-less floor. Moving in reverse, you pace a few steps back into the entryway and turn your head. Stunned, you see a new, beautifully carved wooden door in place of where your old one had been kicked down the night before.

You pinch your temples as you try to convince yourself you're not losing your mind. You move closer to inspect the door. Eyes full of wonder and amazement, you run your fingers down its wooden grooves. The surface is smooth as stone, yet the grain in it gives the material a richness that makes your jaw drop as you admire it. 

Before you can even ask yourself how it was possible, you open the door and your breath catches in your throat. The man from last night is sitting there on your front porch, legs hanging off the edge of it, looking out at the softly illuminated horizon. 

"I apologize about the door." He says, still facing the ocean. 

Fear takes over as you find yourself frozen in his presence. He senses your uneasiness and, still seated on the edge of the porch, turns toward you. He raises one hand to the air as a sign of his peaceful intention.

"I promise I am not here to bring harm to you... or your home," he adds, his eyes trailing toward the doorway. You say nothing, equally stunned and confused by his being there. 

"I am sorry for threatening you," he says, his voice turning somber. "I didn't know what you were doing to her."

"Is she okay?" You ask, finally finding your voice. "Your wife?"

He lets out a sharp chuckle. 

"Namora isn't my wife, she's one of my generals -- my best, in fact. And yes, she is okay, thanks to you."

A general. You avert your gaze, feeling foolish for assuming incorrectly. Suddenly the events of last night take on a different tone than what you had perceived.

"We had been searching for her for two days." The man continues to explain, "When I finally traced her whereabouts here and found her with you, I assumed the worst." He looks back out toward the ocean. "History has not typically been kind to my people in these types of situations."

You feel your chest tighten as the weight of his words sinks in. Your eyes wander from the ground up to the stranger. You watch as beads of salt water forge paths on his skin, rolling from his dark slick hair down the toned muscles of his back. 

"Who... are your people, exactly? Who are you?" You find the courage to ask.

He turns back to look at you, raising an eyebrow in your direction as he considers his answers.

"There are some who know me as K’uk’ulkan." He says thoughtfully. "But most know me as Namor." Pushing himself up to a stand, he continues, "As for my people, that is a discussion for another time." 

Namor walks up to you, and once again you find yourself face-to-face with him. Only this time his presence is not menacing, it's hypnotizing. 

"Thank you," he says softly, "for what you did. It will not be forgotten." 

There's a rich sincerity in his voice. Mesmerized by it, all you can muster in response is a nod of your head. A slight smile pulls at the corners of Namor's mouth as he closely studies your face. The light of the morning sun reflects in his eyes, and where you had only seen brooding darkness before, you now see shimmering flecks of gold. Everything about him is beautiful. 

"You are not what I expected." He says warmly, leaning in closer as if the two of you are sharing a secret. He lingers there a moment longer. Then, all too soon, he nods and turns to head down the stairs of your front porch. As he reaches the end of the stone walkway, he stops before stepping out onto the sand. 

"Remember," he says, repeating his instructions from your encounter last night, only gentler. "Speak of this to no one."  

"Will you be back?" You ask earnestly. You don't know what prompts your question, other than the thought of his departure suddenly pulling at your soul in a way you can't explain.

He turns back to look at you and smiles. You return it with a smile of your own. No words are needed for you to know that somehow, someday, you would see him again.

You watch from the porch as Namor strides out into the water and disappears below the surface. The sun glimmers brilliantly across the waves as they engulf him in their deep abyss. 

[nellycanwrite]

A Request

Part 1 of the “The Request” Series  ||  Attuma x Talokanil!Princess!Reader

Summary: As the daughter of the feathered serpent god, you had always felt the pressure of living up to your father’s name. But you never had to worry; Attuma was always there to quell your fears and follow your will to the ends of the earth.

Or, in which Attuma swears his undying loyalty and love for you, even if it meant being as shameless as to declare his love to a princess when he was but a mere warrior.  

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 10.9K

Warnings: None. Just pure fluffy goodness. If you include a slightly overprotective Dad!Namor then yes, he’s the warning. Maybe a little bit of childhood friends to lovers. A whole lot of Princess x Warrior. 

Note: It is worthy to note that I have not included any deep Yucatec Maya phrases (besides the terms of endearment) despite the Talokanil speaking in their native tongue as respect to their language. Therefore their mother tongue shall be labeled with italics.

Part 1  ||  Part 2 ||  Part 3

K'uk'ulkan had never felt as much loss as he had the day he had lost your mother. Yet there lay bittersweet joy; for the heir to the throne of Talokan had breathed their first breath and let out a cry so strong it beckoned the creatures of the deep sea to their bidding.

You were born a wee thing; weak and fragile as the old shells that littered the floors of the sea. Yet you held strong in the arms of your father as he witnessed his wife lifelessly lay in their shared chambers. The handmaidens and wet nurses all wept and mourned at the loss of their queen, the ocean swayed with the waves of its people's grief. You cried with your father's subjects as if you had understood the passing of Talokan's queen mother, but K'uk'ulkan never shed a tear, no. 

 He was a king to his people. He was the protector of his nation. A God was he revered by both land and sea.

 He was your father.

 And he dared not to weep in front of the children he held so dear—for even in the heartache of his loss does he remember the weight of his divine majesty and countenance to his people.

 “The queen of Talokan has passed,” K'uk'ulkan swallowed the lump that formed on his throat as he bit back bitter tears. Tears that he will never show his people in a sign of great weakness, “yet she would not have wished for us to mourn in sadness. She brought us a gift that none could ever compare. She would have wished for us to celebrate in her absence for the birth of our child—Talokan's first heir.”

 The you who had been presented with a crown and a scepter of your kingdom's rule since your birth inherited your father's features; the ears that pointed to the heavens as a sign of the divine blood that flowed through your veins, the golden skin that the sun had seemed to kiss in great exhalation to your birth, and the wings of heaven bestowed upon your ankles.

 You were undoubtedly his child. The heir to K’uk’ulkan’s great nation. 

 You were loved by both land and sea, perhaps a gift from your late grandmother's love for the surface, for when you visit the land and take gulps of air do you stay breathing and when you step into the rocks of your father's study do you remain kissed by the sun. You did not change into the color of the sea like the maids that have cared for you, instead, you remained the same color as your own father when he sits idly on dry land. 

 At the tender age of seven did you realize the weight of the name of your father. You aspired to become like him, to fly like him, to lead the people like he did in childish wonder. He showed you the land that your ancestors once owned, the burial sight of your late grandmother, Fen, and the beauty that came with your motherland.

 You yearned for the sights of the surface world, craved for the sun that illuminated the sky—not the one that your father had curated all those years ago, but the one that sits amongst the clouds of the surface—and you whispered wistful wishes to walk into the luscious green of the land that was unknown to you.

 But your father forbids you to go further than the coves of Talokan's entrance. The sole heir to the throne of your nation should be safe. Protected. You were only allowed to go up into the surface every three months, a leniency that your father had so mercifully given you, and stare at the land dwelling wildlife that would so cross your vision. 

 You were merely stuck in the watchful eyes of your guards as you gazed with great longing at the mountains so far from your reach and the forests that would call your name. 

 Despite the love that you had for the beauties of the surface world, you loved your people and your great nation of the deep sea. You loved your father and tried your best to live up to the name of K'uk'ulkan. At the age of eleven you were made aware of your duties to your people. You had made sure that those duties were fulfilled despite the protests of your elders for being so young; that the beloved princess of Talokan need not to carry on the mantle of her royal duties just yet. But you worked hard to outshine your peers to preserve the honor of your father. 

 K’uk’ulkan could not be any prouder than he is now. 

 But the pedestal that you stood on was lonely. You did not have many friends, not because your father was protective of you and had guards at your beck and call, but because you were always so nervous to converse with the other Talokanil children.

 What if they didn’t like you? What if they decided that your status as a princess would hinder their relationship with you? What if they didn’t see you as a prospect to rule them in the future when your father passes the baton of his majesty to you?

 How ironic must it be for the princess of a great nation cower before the idea of friendship to her own people.

 But that had changed when your father let you meet two Talokanil children; Namora and Attuma.

 You knew Namora as your relative—your father’s cousin, to be exact—and sometimes came and went into the palace when you studied. But you never did get the chance to talk to her. You were far too anxious to try and talk to someone whose aura was as intense as hers, even when she’s just a few years older than you.

 “They said they wanted to be your friend, in waal.” my child, he said. Both of them shifted nervously from where they stood, toy spears hidden behind their backs as they fidgeted in place. You noticed how Namora elbowed the boy Attuma on the ribs. He glared at her albeit playfully and said nothing as he behaved.

 You have always noticed the two of them from afar when you studied near your father's throne. They were always rowdy, always hitting each other with their spears clumsily. Despite this, they always laughed and took everything in a merry stride. They never ceased to amaze you.

 Even though Namora was far smaller than Attuma (or any other Talokanil child your age, really), she always won their little play-fights. Their roughhousing caused other children to stay clear of them, but you always found them fascinating. You never knew they wanted to be your friends. You have never as much as held a proper conversation with them except for a few nervous waves and panicked scrambling on your part when they caught you staring.

 “My…friends?” It was your turn to fidget nervously, your hands clasping together and your thumbs twiddling against each other whilst you looked down. You felt the water shift as your father swam towards you, his tender gaze calming you down when his figure covered you from the curious eyes of the Talokanil children.

 “That's right. They want to play with you. I'm sure you were wishing for the same, no?” He chuckled knowingly. You felt heat rise from the back of your neck and crawl up your cheeks—your father had seen you staring at them while they were playing almost everyday!

 Nervously, you nodded ever slowly. There was no lie to his claims. You truly did wish for them to become your friends.

 Attuma's patience must have run out when you were taking your time to reply to your father. You shrieked in surprise when you met the biggest grin you had seen in your life from just above you, an incisor clearly missing in the front of his mouth. K'uk'ulkan laughed and gently coaxed the boy down to your level, his hair flowing gracefully with the water as your father grabbed his ankles and lowered him in front of you. 

 “Wanna play with us?” You blinked at his straightforwardness. You glanced at your father for help, but he merely chuckled and gestured for you to answer. 

 “I—well—um…” He was too close to you that you felt like fainting from your own nerves.

 “Attuma, don't be rude,” Attuma grunted when Namora appeared by his side and delivered a firm whack to his head with a toy spear. You breathed out a centering exhale before shooting Namora a thankful look. She huffed at Attuma, “you might scare her. And you just swam over the king!”

 “I do not mind. But be more mindful next time, Attuma. You must not swim over your elders.” K'uk'ulkan chuckled endearingly at the children's antics. He already knew how rambunctious they would be whenever he passed by them play-fighting.

 Attuma nodded with a gapped-tooth grin but K'uk'ulkan doubts he would really listen to him. But that was alright—he has plenty of time to learn respect. The king of Talokan wishes for these children to be their mischievous selves a little while longer and enjoy their carefree lives as young Talokanil. 

 K'uk'ulkan notices you fidget once again when Namora turns her attention to you, just as eager to make you their new friend. You try to make out words with broken sentences, yet there was no right greeting that would come. You would deflate when Namora would hold the reins of the conversation again. You failed to introduce yourself proudly and your embarrassment made K'uk'ulkan coo—how precious could his princess be?

 He chuckles and patted Namora and Attuma on the crowns of their heads, successfully diverting their attention away from you and into his benevolent smile.

 “She's a little nervous, but she has a good heart. She also wishes to become your friend. But remember that you have to listen; it is the makings of a great warrior.”

 “A great warrior?” Namor's eyes sparkled. Attuma stared at his king with wonder similar to the spark of Namora's eyes.

 K'uk'ulkan chuckled and nodded. You chose this moment to swim to your father's side, hiding half of your body behind his own. You looked at Attuma and Namora curiously while they waited for their king's next words. 

 “A great warrior not only takes a spear and protects their people, but they listen as well. They listen to their people's cries and act upon their needs. It is also your duty to listen to your leaders—for they hold the burden of choice. Never forget that, my young warriors.”

 Your father rubbed your back soothingly and pushed you gently forward. Your heart thumped loudly in your chest as soon as you were in close proximity with the two Talokanil children. 

 “Now this is your first task your king asks of you; listen to what the princess has to say, understood?”

 They were eagerly waiting for your next words, their bodies barely holding in their excitement. You would have swam away right then and there, but you steeled your resolve and took a deep breath.

 You said your name with a stutter, but that did not deter you. Your father gave you a reassuring pat to your shoulder. It filled you with more confidence to look them straight into the eye and say;

 “I—I wish to be your friend, Namora. Attuma.”

 The children gleamed happily, the water shifting as they circled you in excitement. Attuma had it in himself to wrap his arms around you and giggle with such carefree mirth that it covered you in a sense of welcome. Of belonging. 

 “You don’t know how long we wanted to become your friend, princesa!” He exclaimed, his arms still wrapped around you firmly. His toy spear now lay discarded on the ocean floor but he didn’t seem to mind.

 Overwhelmed with the attention, you stuttered and twitched in his embrace. But you didn’t feel uncomfortable; it was a pleasant feeling to finally have a friend. But you weren’t used to physical touches just yet.

 A large hand pried you off of Attuma, your hair whipping around you as you were now brought back to your father’s side. You saw him smile cordially at the boy, albeit strained, as his eyes twitched ever so slightly.

 “Now, we have to be gentle with the princess. There shall be no sudden touches in her presence, especially with you, Attuma.”

 Attuma blinked and cocked his head to the side, but he didn’t question his king’s instructions. 

Years have passed since you have befriended the rowdy young warriors that K’uk’ulkan looked upon with great fondness. You, along with Namora and Attuma, have trained under the wing of your father in the ways of the spear much to your new friends’ joy.

 As the next heir to the throne of your nation, you always did your best to meet the expectations that came with the name of the daughter of the feathered serpent god. You would go to the fields of your farmers to oversee harvest, weave baskets with the elderly to help the storage of the new batch of produce, and join the scholars that studied vibranium so you would further verse yourself to the mineral that grew in abundance in your ocean floors. 

 They were once such a tedious task for you; something that you did out of necessity. But Namora and Attuma made it a point to follow you everywhere you go, help you with the work and doubling the yields of your effort, and they made you smile when you were far too tired after your duties. 

 Attuma had made it a habit to make you cling on his back as you swam back home. There was no reason for you to get more exhausted than you already were, he told you. And despite your initial reluctance, you found yourself falling into a habit as well.

 You found your royal duties far more enjoyable with them by your side, and you absolutely awaited the time of the day where you were relieved of your duties to go and spend your time with them. 

 “Don’t you find studying boring?”  Attuma asked you one day, his meticulous hands polishing his training spear near the drop of the deep trenches. You tilted your head as soon as you seated yourself beside him, your legs dangling on the steep edge.

 “I don’t think so…the language of the surface dwellers is fascinating. I find it enjoyable to learn.”

 “You’re better off not knowing their language,” Namora huffed as she emerged from the bottom of the trench, a small lamp containing bright vibranium sustaining you with much needed light. She held her training spear proudly by her side, freshly decorated with shells that she found down below, “you know what they did to our grandmothers and grandfathers. I don’t see why you want to learn so much about them.”

 “It is my duty, Namora. Once I take the throne I might need to talk with the surface dwellers one day,” you looked down on your lap and fiddled with the jade bracelet your father had gifted you on your fifteenth birthday—one that once belonged to your grandmother, “and I’m just preparing…just in case.”

 “We’d be dead before we let any of those surface dwellers see you, princesa,” Attuma nudged his shoulders against yours and grinned, “we’ll make sure you don’t even have to talk to them as long as we’re there to protect you.”

 “Did father tell you to say that?”

 “What? No!” You gave Attuma a squinted eye stare and hummed. He averted his eyes nervously, his hands now working on his spear with more fervor than before. You and Namora snickered at his plight. 

 “He did.” Namora confirmed your suspicions. You sighed but left it be. You knew your father was just trying to protect you, so you let him do as he pleases. Although you did not fully understand the depth of the weight of his responsibilities, you could still recognize the great sorrow that came with his hate for the surface world.

 And you had kept quiet about your longing to go up into the land; for you knew how it would pain him to know that you bore as much love for the surface as you did for the love you had for your nation. 

 Attuma cleared his throat and straightened his back, the spear he had decorated with the teeth of hammerheads now lay by his side. He stared at you with such conviction that rendered you speechless in his presence, and the light from the faux sun that your father had created casted him in a glorious light that made your breath hitch in your throat and the feathers on your ankles bristle in anticipation. 

 “I’ll do my best to train hard, princesa. I’ll become strong enough to protect Talokan—to protect you—so that you won’t even have to worry about any surface dwellers by the time you will inherit the throne.”

 You felt more heat rush from your neck and now up to your eyes, his words giving you so much joy that you could possibly even imagine.

 You had a friend far more loyal than any of your own guards from your father’s command. And if there was one thing you had learned from your duties as princess, that was the honor that came with a loyal subject.

 Your flustered surprise was eventually replaced with giggles when Namora hit Attuma on the head with the brunt side of her spear, her face contorting to one of lighthearted teasing. 

 “Do you really think you’re the only one training to be by the princess’ side? You’ll have to go through me first.”

 “Then I’ll just have to train harder to beat you, Namora,” Attuma glanced at you and gave you a grin, “I’ll be the one to stand by the princess’ side.”

 “You’ve never even beaten me once.” “There’s a first time for everything.”

 She scoffed. “In your dreams.”

 You stopped their little play-fight before it got too heated by pulling them closer to your side, your arms around their necks and laughing with such elation. You were thankful that they came into your lives and became your closest friends, and you would not ever want to see them change as you slowly aged with the sea. 

 “While the both of you train to become warriors, I’ll study even harder so I could be a queen that both of you will be proud to serve under. I don’t want your efforts to go to waste and serve a leader that’s incompetent.”

 “You don’t have to do that, princesa. We shall follow you through the ends of the earth if need be. We already know that you outshine any ruler that came before and will come after you.”

 “My father would not be too pleased if he heard you say that, Attuma.”

 “He feels the same way, don’t worry.” Namora spoke in turn for the boy. You giggled when Attuma gave you a cheeky grin. 

 The three of you laughed with glee, unspoken promises now drifting with the currents of the outskirts of the capital city of your great nation.

It’s almost been a century since you have befriended them. A century since you have made your closest friends and aides. Namora and Attuma were always stuck by your side even when there were calls from their king to gather his strongest men. They gave you counsel, they gave you peace, they gave you protection in your times of need.

 Nowadays, though, Namora has frequented your father’s side more likely than not—mostly because she was his cousin and his most exemplary warrior. Attuma was only second in skill compared to Namora, but he was still powerful in his own right.

 You wondered when would your father hail them as generals; they deserve to be given the title for their service and their wit. You, as the princess of Talokan, can vouch for their competence. 

 “Where shall we go today, princesa?” Attuma asked you, his gait slowly inching closer to your own.

 The boy you once knew had grown into a fine man. He had honed his body to withstand the greatest blows, turned himself into a living shield for your purpose and disposal. You did not want him to go into such extremities, but he always insisted. He even went as far as to hunt hammerhead sharks on his own and nearly killed himself in the process. The bites of hostiles were lodged firmly into his stomach, and the scars that littered his skin became trophies of his successful exploits. 

 You cried and cried beside him as you told him how stupid he was, how foolish he was to do everything in your name. How could he throw himself into danger just to train himself for your sake? It did not make sense to you, and you reckon that you will never understand the mind of a great warrior like Attuma. 

 Despite this, he comforted you and held you close to him; told you that he would welcome any sort of pain just so he could protect you from harm's way. You cried again and punched him in his abdomen—you were sure to tell your healers that you would be the one to patch up your reckless guard as an apology. 

 You felt his warmth from the water that surrounded you as it shifted when he tucked a strand of hair behind your pointed ears. You smiled.

 “You can call me by my name, Attuma. You know that.”

 “How dare I ever utter your name so casually?” He asked you almost incredulously. You sighed.

 “We have been friends for over a century. You can be comfortable with me,” you turned to him with a pout, “please?”

 “Is that an order?” He asked you, a trace of amusement from his quirked lip. You huffed and crossed your arms.

 “You know I don't like giving orders, Attuma.”

 “Then I shall continue calling you by your title, princesa.”

 “And what if I ask you this as a request?” You swam closer to him, your pout breaking out into a knowing grin.

 Attuma stayed silent, his head turned to avoid your piercing gaze. He felt heat from the back of his neck at your proximity, but he didn't dare move away from you.  

 You huffed.

 “You're no fun.” 

 Attuma resisted the urge to chuckle. You looked at him in the corner of your eyes and smiled; you knew he couldn't resist it when you tried to make him laugh.

 “And what of your errands today?” He asked you, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. You blinked and swam towards him, pling his large bicep into the direction of your father's study.

 “We've wasted much time, Attuma. Now come, we are going to the surface.” He nodded in affirmation and led you towards the entrance of the underwater cave systems your father introduced you to as a child. It was one of your favorite places, but your duties called you to the deeper parts of the sea to tend to your people.

 As soon as you ascended, you saw the figure of your father dressed in his cloak as he painted murals upon the walls. Beside him was Namora, her mask on her face and her pallor now blue for being in land. You regarded your father with a bow, gestured him with the sign of your people’s respect, and slowly ascended into his study. 

 “Father.” you called out to him. He paused from his painting and smiled at you, his eyes filling with so much love that it was unlike the name the surface dwellers cursed him to be. 

 “In princesa,” my princess, he greeted you, reaching out to wipe the saltwater away from your eyes, “what brings you here?”

 “It is the time of the year to visit the surface, father. I was just here to let you know before I went.” His face steeled much like the other months across the century you had told him. But it was not in a place of anger—it was in a place of worry for your well-being.

 “I trust you to remember all that I have taught you. Return as soon as possible, understood?” You nodded and grabbed his hands, squeezing them tight in assurance.

 “You do not have to worry. You have taught me well. And Attuma will be with me while I am out, so I shall be safe in his hands.” 

 K’uk’ulkan glanced behind you, now regarding Attuma with a nod of acknowledgement as he placed his mask on his face. Attuma bowed his head in respect and tightened the hold on his spear. The king’s brows furrowed.

 “If you bring Namora with you—”

 “Father,”  you cut him off, “I will be alright. I will not do anything to endanger myself nor Attuma. I will merely visit the borders of the reef, is all. I’m sure our warriors have already scouted the area before they were called back.”

 “In waal…”

 “We always go through this every three months. I do not doubt your worries, but place your trust in me and the warrior I have chosen.”

 Attuma straightened his back a tad bit, his chest rising in pride. He met eyes with Namora and grinned behind his mask. Namora simply replied with a silent roll of her eyes. 

 K’uk’ulkan swallowed a lump on his throat and sighed. He knew you were right. He trusted you enough that you would be safe, especially when someone as skilled as Attuma were to be by your side. It was the surface that he did not trust. It took so much from him and his forefathers even before Talokan came to be. He did not want to lose you to the claws of the surface world.

 He would have volunteered to come with you, to make sure you were safe, but one look from Namora was all he needed to know that he was needed in the council in just a few moments.

 He sighed. There was no stopping you when you had your mind set on a task.

 “Stay safe.” He gently held the back of your head and ducked down to meet your forehead. You hummed and closed your eyes, squeezing his hand in assurance.

 “You sound as if I am going to war,” you joked, “I shall return safe. I promise. It is not something that I have not done before.”

 “You know your strengths, my daughter. But be wary, still. Negligence is the first sign of weakness,” he separated himself from you and turned towards the wall mounted with spears. He took one of his own and gave it to you, the vibranium of the weapon shimmering under the light of the luminescent algae. It felt balanced. Powerful. He then smiled, “and never forget your weapon.”

 You chuckled and bowed your head in respect, the spear now by your side.

 “Yes, father.”

 K’uk’ulkan turns to Attuma and beckons him forth. The warrior obeyed with no hesitance and bowed before his king. You watched as your father nodded to himself and placed a hand on Attuma’s shoulder.

 “She’s a bit of a handful, so look after her, Attuma.” You gawked at him.

 “Father!” 

 “I will do as you say, in ajawo,” my king, he said. The warrior dared to look up and showed his conviction to his king, “I will keep her safe—even when she is a handful.”

 “You did not have to agree with everything my father says!”

 Namora cleared her throat and cheekily chimed in. “K'uk'ulkan is our king. Whatever he says we agree to, princesa.”

 K’uk’ulkan ignored your huffs of protest and Namora’s silent laughter as he squinted at the man, the hand that lay on his shoulder now tightening in warning. Attuma held his ground and did not yield to his king’s hold. He knew the reason for his king’s aggression; it came from a place of protectiveness. You were his only daughter after all.

 And Attuma was a man who held a century-long love for you, something that K’uk’ulkan wasn’t particularly fond of.

 But you were too stubbornly attached to him that no scheme that K’uk’uklan thought of would separate the two of you. He was far too wrapped around your fingers to fully say no to your whims. The king’s only saving grace is the fact that you were far too oblivious to notice the affections of your own guard.

 K’uk’ulkan felt a sliver of sympathy for Attuma. Just a tad bit.

 He narrowed his eyes. “And there shall be no…detours along the way, understood? Keep the princess safe, no more than that.”

 “Yes, in ajawo.” With a final nod, K'uk'ulkan released his grip from his warrior's soldiers and bid a final farewell before being led out by Namora to the depths of Talokan. She gave Attuma a knowing glance and bowed her head before you. 

 “Be careful, princesa. The world will incur K'uk'ulkan's wrath if you return scathed.” She joked. But knowing your father, you did not doubt that he would burn the world if you would come back harmed in any way; more reasons for you to stay careful for your visit.

 You smiled. “I will be careful, Namora. Do not worry. I have Attuma with me as well.”

 She nodded and followed after her king to the water, now disappearing into your view. You faced Attuma and gave him a grin.

 “Let's go visit the surface.”

 You knew the underwater caves like the back of your hand. You weaved through the dark waters, greeting the guards hidden by the rocks. They bowed their heads and regarded you with the gesture of your people, a courtesy fit only for the daughter of their god and king.

 You smiled to yourself when Attuma swam forward when sunlight peeked through the entrance of the surface, his spear drawn and ready by his side. He looked so focused and attentive, his whole body on high alert. You giggled as you reached him and held his hand, squeezing it tightly while looking into his eyes. 

 “You are too stiff. Nothing will harm us here.” You told him. He furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head. 

 “I am your aide. It is only natural for me, in princesa.”

 “I only wish for you to be at ease, Attuma,” you tugged him to the direction of the light, the sun now making itself known to the both of you. Attuma squinted at the sudden brightness; he wasn’t used to seeing something as intense as the real sun, after all. It was his first time visiting the surface world, “you will love the sights, I promise you.”

 Attuma felt wrong to be swimming beside you like you were equals. No aide of the high blood of Talokan should even dare to swim in stride beside a warrior who bore no rank. But by your side, he felt safe and welcomed.

 He did not feel fear despite it being the first time he had ever visited the surface world. Rather, he felt it to be…intimate, in a way. You trusted him wholeheartedly, put your safety in his hands as you ventured outside the safety of your own kingdom, and shared the experience that he knew to be significant to you even if you did not tell anyone your sentiments.

 But he knew. He always knew. 

 And he would protect you in great fealty as you explore the land that you so loved, even though he knew it would anger his own king to grant your taboo affection for the surface world.

 Away from the prying eyes of the other Talokanil, he allowed himself to indulge in his selfish desires and swam closer to you; your shoulders almost touching, hands tightly intertwined, and his heart finally free of the formalities that came with being your guard.

 He let himself become a man whose soul reached out to you in longing. 

 Your heads broke through the water and were hit by the rays of the golden sun. You let Attuma adjust to the light for a few moments, his hands shielding his eyes as he tried to view the sun from between his fingers. You watched his skin slowly turn blue as the air hit his skin, and you had to smile ever so slightly as you watched him marvel at the green forests just across the beach. 

 “Your mask.” You reminded him, the hand that was intertwined with his tightening in your hold. He nodded albeit meekly, seemingly embarrassed to have forgotten to equip himself in the midst of his awe, and let go of your hand to make sure his mask was secure.

 Attuma already missed the warmth as soon as he willed himself to part from you in a respectful distance, now aware how shameless he was to have succumbed to his own desires.

 You guided him to the rocks that overlooked the beach, just by the edge of the corals that your people have grown to create a border for those who visited the surface. It was a reminder on how you were never truly free to roam the surface and discover the riches beyond your own kingdom.

 The stories your father had told you plagued your mind, but beyond the violence that your forefathers have witnessed, robbed of the land that was yours by birthright, you wanted to see for yourself the motherland that your grandmother loved. You were angry at the surface dwellers, yes. You raged at the thought of the conquistadors that tainted your ancestral home. 

 But you never did loathe the surface. You just wanted to connect to the land of your ancestors that you were stripped of. 

 You were broken from your thoughts when you heard the squelch of water on rock. You looked beside you to see Attuma in full attention, his visage that of a man in full guard. You would have laughed if you saw him so serious in the midst of such a peaceful afternoon, but you knew how much his duty to you and your king meant to him.

 Attuma stood by your side whilst you leaned back and rested your feet on the water. You patted the space beside you, but he shook his head. You pouted. 

 “Join me to rest. You are not bound by the rules of my father here,” you told him, your face cracking into a mischievous smile, “be at ease, Attuma.”

 “Is that an order?” He gave you a glance, his eyes twinkling under the sun. Only now did you appreciate his dark gaze. It was as intense as it was full of life. You giggled and patted the empty space beside you once again. 

 “A request.”

 He stared at you for a few moments, his eyes locking into yours and sending shivers down your spine. You held his gaze, the water on your skin turning cold when the breeze hit your flesh. With a huff, he put down his spear and sat next to you, his hand dangerously close to your own. 

 “If you’ll allow me.”

 In silence did you bask in the beauty of the faraway beach that should have been inherited to you by your ancestors. The lands that stretched across the plains and the jungles of vivid colors would have been yours to rule by your father’s side. It pained you to know that you cannot even set foot on those beaches.

 It was the order of your father. The order of your king.

 An order to protect you from the surface dwellers that took your grandmother from him.

 It only served to remind you that—despite the feathered ankles that promised you freedom—you were caged in this lonely corner of the earth, away from the adventures that you wanted to experience in full. 

 “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” You asked your guard, your eyes following the birds that idly preened themselves on the branches. Attuma stared at you from the corner of his eyes, his lips turning into a smile as you leaned forward in interest. 

 “Quite so.” His heart skipped a beat when your eyes twinkled in amazement, your gaze never wandering from the land. 

 “Would it be shameless of me to long for the surface?” You asked him suddenly. Attuma shook his head quickly. 

 “Never.”

 “Speak your mind. I did not ask you to indulge me and curry my favor,” you sighed and wrought your fingers together, your hand now leaving the proximity of your guard’s own, “I ask you for counsel, Attuma. You are one of the few people that I trust.”

 Attuma was silent as he mulled over your question. An aide to the heir of the throne must only listen and follow their whims. The will of their masters were the will of their followers; he dare not disobey such courtesy.

 But in the freedom of the duty that binded him to such rules by your order, he granted himself full autonomy. 

 “It might be so, in princesa,” you looked at him curiously. He held the urge to submit to you, to take back the words of his own opinion, and continued on, “you are the heir to Talokan, the nation built on the suffering of our ancestors who fled the land to hide in the sea. To long for the surface is a defiance to their dying will.”

 “But we were robbed of our ancestral lands. What if I long to get it back? To let our people walk in the motherland that we once came from? To let them see this; the beauty that they were deprived of when we were chased off our own inheritance?” “Then you should be prepared for war.” 

 He looked directly into your eyes, ones that held such young wisdom and hope. But he knew from the countless battles he fought that to reclaim the stolen land you wished to rule is to declare a fight that you were far too merciful to lead.

 “To reclaim the right that we once owned…you must be ready to shed blood; both the blood of the surface and the blood of your people. But to declare battle you must reveal our nation. Our king’s will shall not allow such a thing.”

 Attuma watched as you lowered your head, trapped in the swirl of your thoughts as you continued to deliberate the weight of his words. He flagrantly allowed himself to reach for your hand first, draw circles on the back of your hand tenderly, and scooted himself closer so his hulking gait would protect you from the prying eyes of the world. 

 You squeezed his hand with yours, your breath stuttering at your next words.

 “And what if I still desire to reclaim our land back, Attuma?” You looked up and held his gaze, your eyes now steeling itself to one of conviction.

 He smiled.

 “Then I shall shed blood for your will, in princesa.”

 You searched for any sort of hesitation in his strong features, to try and coax out any sort of loose ends of his loyalty. But you saw nothing of such sort; there only lay pure faith to your very existence, one that you recognize as unyielding. 

 You stared at him right in the eye. It was piercing, cold. One that beckoned utmost honesty from your aide. It was not a simple decision to make—even the words you have uttered this very moment would be considered blasphemous. Outright treacherous.

 “Even if it means to defy the orders of your king?”

 He did not waver as he replied.

 “You are the one that I serve. My loyalty lies with you.” He took his spear and knelt before you, his one knee digging into the rock in which you lay. He pierced his weapon down into the earth, took your hand to rest upon his cheek, and presented himself to the utmost fidelity.

 “Have you not sworn your service under the name of my father?”

 “I have sworn nothing,” he practically growled, his grip on his spear tightening, “I long for nothing more than to swear my piety to you. I am indebted to K’uk’ulkan; I revere him as my god and king. Yet I cannot stand the thought of offering my loyalties to anyone else but you.”

 You felt your heart throb against your chest, your eyes stinging with wet tears. It was a feeling foreign to you. The waves usually wipe your tears away at the bottom of the sea. But here on land, you wore your heart on your sleeve. It was an overwhelming feeling, one that urged you to cover your mouth to stifle your joyous sobs.

 In the face of the man you had grown up with, in the presence of such undying loyalty did you fail to mask your elation. Yet your head was muddled with confusion—why was he always so devoted to you? Why would he risk being cast out when your father still sits on the throne and swears his loyalties to you? Why was he so willing to defy the orders of his king for your selfish whims?

 You knew the weight of a warrior's oath. It was not something to be taken lightly. Warriors would swear upon the names of leaders who have fought countless battles, led the charge to warfare, and those who were considered gods like your father.

 You were none of those.

 You were not your father.

 “Why?” You asked him, your hands trembling against his cheek. “Compared to my father, I am nothing. Why would you swear your loyalty to me when I have nothing to give you in return? It will still be years—centuries, even—before I could inherit the throne and bear the title of queen mother. So why?”

 Silence fell between the two of you, the waves of the high afternoon playing the symphonies of its motherlands. You felt like you were suffocating despite the beauty that surrounded you while you waited for him to speak.

 Finally, Attuma slowly raised his head and kissed the palm of your hand. It brought a wave of heat from the back of your neck to your cheeks, and even the tips of your pointed ears warmed at the gesture. 

 “Will you allow me to speak out of turn?” He asked you, his voice uncharacteristically soft. You blinked back the tears that obscured your vision and nodded.

 “Speak your mind, Attuma.”

 He breathed in a stuttering breath, the hand that held yours tightening and trembling. It made you nervous; a warrior such as he, the embodiment of a shield that protects his nation, stuttered and shook in your hold. He could overpower you at any second, purge the world of your existence, but here he was, weak and vulnerable in your presence. 

 He locked eyes with you, those gorgeous oaken eyes stared deep into your very being without reservation. You found yourself feeling faint, as if you have fallen into a pleasant trap that you weren’t too keen on getting out of. 

 And with a steady voice he said;

 “I love you, in princesa. I always have since we were children. I only breathe to serve you, only live to please you. If you so asked me to burn the world and slay your enemies, then I will show you the ashes of their bones on a jaden chest. If you asked me to become your shield, then I shall parry every blade for you and protect you with my last breath. If you asked me to become your spear, then the blood of your foes shall dye the sea in red…” 

 He paused as he drew closer, the heat of his body enveloping you in a sensation of great adoration. He gripped your hand tighter, his lips lingering on your palms as he leaned further into your touch. 

 “...and if you asked me to become your beloved, then I will become the most faithful man you would ever lay your eyes upon—for your joys are my joys, and your sorrows are mine to bear.”

 You felt your throat constrict, the heat from your face now traveling down to the tips of your fingers down to the very ends of your feathered ankles. Your wings bristled and shook, your breath hitching at every breath, and you felt the sudden urge to look away from those unwavering eyes. But the gravity of his own magnetism was enough to drive you back in; to never tear your gaze away from the man that confessed his love for you.

 Though this begs the question; did you love him back?

 Attuma must have misunderstood your silence for rejection, so he slowly removed your hands from his cheeks and bowed his head in shame.

 “I have spoken out of turn. I apologize,” he held his spear tightly, but he never removed himself from his bow—a sign of his submission to you, “whether or not you accept my feelings, I will still stay by your side. I will serve under you, make my oath in the witness of K’uk’ulkan of my loyalty to you. I will ask for nothing more.”

 Your heart broke at how easily it was for him to apologize. No person should ever apologize for the feelings that they bear. It only proved how devoted the great warrior was to you; for him to present his feelings of love to you and still offer his loyalty in the face of rejection. 

 You recounted the days of your youth down to the decades worth of memories with him. How could you have been so blind to have ignored the signs of his affections? How blinded were you with your duties that you allowed yourself to turn away from the subtle declarations of his feelings for you?

 How foolish were you to actually dismiss your own feelings for him? You love Attuma. You always have.

 “Why have you not said anything in the century we have been together?” You asked him, your voice low and meek. You did not want to lose the warmth of his skin, so you gently lifted his head with both of your hands and let him meet your eyes. 

 You saw the gaze of your warrior waver.

 “My duty is to protect you. How dare I be so impertinent as to bear feelings for the daughter of my own king?”

 You shook your head and leaned in to rest your forehead against his. You heard the clatter of his vibranium spear on the rocks and into the water below. But you simply did not care at that moment. 

 “You are never impertinent, not when I bear the same love for you as you have for me.”

 You heard his breath hitch. The hands that lay dutifully to his side now flying up to your face and hold your cheeks so delicately. In the large and dependable hands of your warrior did you feel safe and loved. It was unlike the other times that he had shown you affection when you were merely just friends.

 What were you now, you wondered, now that you and him share the same feelings.

 In that moment of solace did Attuma realize his place, but he did not dare remove his hands from you. He ghosted his fingers over your pointed ears, tangled his hands with your wet hair, and held you tight like you were the most precious thing in the sea. 

 He was but a mere warrior—a shameless peasant whose hands had brazenly touched the skin of his master. 

 “I am just a warrior without a title. You cannot possibly love me as I am.”

 “But I do. I just have never realized it sooner, in yakunaj.” My love, an endearment that made Attuma’s heart flutter and weak against your hands. 

 “And when we are in the eyes of scrutiny, what then should you do?”

“It matters not, my dear warrior.” 

 “But your majesty—!”

 “Am I not the heir to the throne of Talokan? Am I not the princess whose rule is imminent in the witness of your king? Of whom I shall love is a matter of my own choice that not even the feathered serpent god could refute.”

 You drew in closer and wrapped your arms around him. He was strong and powerful, but in your arms did he surrender himself. He was not the warrior you knew him to be. In your arms, he was just a man who held a century worth of ardor.

 “I dare not disgrace you, in princesa. I have nothing in my name but the battles that I have fought as a mere soldier.”

 He removed himself from you and held you tenderly by the cheeks. You leaned against his touch, completely surrendering to the feelings that you have long since ignored since the beginning. He inched himself closer and continued to speak with great affection.

 “But if I would be so bold to ask for you to wait; wait for me to garner titles of my own, build the foundations of my exploits, and ask you again to become mine, would you be so merciful as to grant such a plea?”

 You stared at his resolve, the gaze of the man you have realized you have loved now asking you for the mercy to wait. You cupped his strong jaw and caressed his cheek with your thumb as you said;

 “I will grant you mercy, in yakunaj, only if you fulfill my wish.”

 He became alert, his body ready to grant your desires.

 “Anything, in princesa. Anything for your majesty.”

 “Then I wish for you to call me by my name, I beg you. We bear more than just pleasantries of warrior and royal.”

 He gave you a smile, one that even his mask could not hide, and leaned in to touch his forehead against yours.

 “Is that an order?”

 You smiled. 

 “A request.”

It was merely a few decades later that the great capital city of Talokan was abuzz with the whispers of a great blessing bestowed upon their royal heir. It lit the fire of pride within the citizens of the hidden nation, a pride that K’uk’ulkan wore with high regard as he descended to present himself on the forefront of his throne. 

 Their darling princess, the radiant pearl of the deep sea, was ready to assume the throne of K’uk’ulkan’s legacy. 

 As your citizens have revered your father as the god king of your people, they have revered you as the same; a deity whose hands extended to the waters to create a shield of protection, a divine being whose mercy radiates the warmth of a thousand suns, the daughter of the feathered serpent god whose wings carried you through the winds of battle through the century. Your chest bloomed with unending bliss when you realized you've lived up to the name of your father—an entity that you've molded yourself into the likeness of.

 You had held the expectations of the name of K’uk’ulkan to your very heart, and you were thrilled at the fact that your father had acknowledged your efforts in the witness of your people.

 Your kingdom cheered and praised your name as you descended into the throne room from above, the feathered headpiece similar to your father’s symbolizing your authority as heir apparent of Talokan. Your father extended his hand for you to take, and you had done so with such grace befitting of your title as radiant pearl of the sea.

 And there he had presented you with a throne of your own, just below the teeth of the monster of the deep oceans that he had slain many years ago. It was decorated with the finest of jade, vibranium, and gold with the likeness of an open shell. Compared to his throne that was decorated with the splendor of his long battles, yours was the embodiment of the abundant riches of your nation. 

 It was a symbol, perhaps, that the toil of your father’s work had borne fruit of great wealth to Talokan and passed down to the generations that would come next.

 The radiant pearl of the sea had finally assumed her reign as heir apparent after a century of her rule by the feathered serpent god’s side, and there was no one in the kingdom who would oppose to the majesty of K’uk’ulkan’s daughter—not because she had the blood of their king in her veins and the feathered ankles that proved her divine lineage—but because of her love for her people and the duties that she had so diligently carried with grace.

 K’uk’ulkan swam to your side and guided you to rest upon your new throne. It was a new feeling for you, one that could not compare to the childish wonder that you had just sitting on the lap of your father when you were still a wee babe. In the high seat of your throne did you overlook the citizens that had adored you, watched as they bowed their heads and put their hands in the likeness of a serpent’s mouth as respect to your inauguration.

 As much as you loved to see your people acknowledge you, you could not find a glimpse of your best friend and secret lover. To you, their opinions were the only ones that mattered. It would not feel as joyous as it is if they were not to witness your greatest achievements. 

 Where were they, you wondered. They promised to be here in time for your ceremony.

 “Something troubles you, in waal.” your father beside you, the feathers from his headpiece tickling the sides of your cheek. You gave him a smile, one that masked your worries, and found comfort in the hands that gripped yours reassuringly.

 “Namora and Attuma are not here,” you supplied him, your eyes scanning the crowd of your people, “I worry for them. They promised they would come.”

 K’uk’ulkan smiles and brings his hand to caress the base of your neck tenderly and rest his decorated forehead on your own. Your breath, which you didn’t realize had become labored, instantly calmed at the mere comfort of your father.

 “Quell your nerves, my daughter. They will come.” With a knowing smile, your father separated himself from you and swam up to sit in the jaws of his own throne. The people all cheered while chanting the words of praise to Talokan’s honor.

 K’uk’ulkan puts his hand up slowly and everyone falls into a hush. The air was still buzzing, the water under your command feeling the energy of everyone’s bated breaths as they awaited the words of their king.

 “We honor the place of my only child as the rightful heir of Talokan. She has proven herself worthy of such a title for a century, and the seas have blessed us with such excellence that no one could dare defy. The future of Talokan is bright.” 

 Your people cheered and hollered, yet your eyes still strain to find your best friend and lover. You tried your best not to feel upset, but you felt a painful twist on your heart.

 Where were they? It was unlike them to break their promises, especially your beloved warrior, Attuma.

 “Not only do we celebrate the coronation of my daughter’s place in my council, but we celebrate the oath of our two new generals.” your father continued, your head snapping up at the familiar silhouette of your secret lover up the grand entrance of your underwater throne room. Your heart settled and you smiled in great pride as your father presented them at last.

 “Namora and Attuma, the new grand generals of Talokan.”

 They extruded such power as they descended ever so slowly, the light of the vibranium sun creating a halo of light around their bodies. They wore new armor that suited their character; the likeness of the spines of a lionfish adorned the body of your best friend, Namora, and the skull of a hammerhead shark and the spikes of its teeth littering every crevice of Attuma’s plated armor. Both of them held their respective weapons made of vibranium, and you could only smile at how proud you were for them.

 You couldn't help but ogle at the sight of your warrior. You had kept your word and waited for him to finally gather his own accomplishments before asking for your hand. But that did not stop you from sneaking off and relishing yourselves in each other’s company. No one had ever suspected anything yet, but you gathered that your people were still under the impression that Attuma only bears one-sided love for you. 

 Oh your poor love, you didn’t mean to make him wait for so long.

 You wondered when he would finally ask for your hand, to finally make your blooming romance known to your father and your citizens. It filled you with warmth just thinking about the possibilities.

 You and Attuma locked eyes as soon as they had finished their descent, his eyes raking across your figure sat on your jeweled throne. He felt the need to kiss you right then and there, a privilege he had not yet taken across the decades of your secret romance in respect to his promise. He dared not touch you so inappropriately when you were not yet his, but he was sure to finally claim you as his own.

 You were a jewel in Attuma’s eyes. A gem fit to be heralded around in great praise to your charm. Although your beauty spoke wonders of your outward appearance, you were a strong warrior, maybe even as strong as Namora. You are wise like your father, and you cared for your kingdom in the ways that a mother would.

 You were crowned princess of Talokan, heir to the throne of K’uk’ulkan’s majesty, and the future queen mother of your nation. 

 Attuma could not even begin to describe in words such a blessing that fell into his hands so tenderly. 

 As soon as they were done taking their oath, bowed before you and K’uk’ulkan to swear their undying fidelity to your nation of Talokan, Attuma and Namora shared one look before your warrior ascended alone, careful to keep his gait below your eyes and on the feet of your throne. Your people fell into a hush, the momentary celebration ceasing to wait for Attuma’s next words.

 “In princesa,” he started, his eyes looking up to lock eyes with your father, “K’uk’ulkan. If I may speak.”

 “Attuma,” he regarded the warrior, his head held high in authority, “what do you wish to say?”

 “My fealty lies with no one but the princess,” he bowed low and presented presented his spear by the jewels that adorned your throne, “the oath I shall take is one reserved to be of service of her, and if she wills me to serve under you, K’uk’ulkan, then I shall do so with no question.”

 You waited with bated breath as your father stood from his throne and descended to stand in front of your warrior. Your heart thumped in your chest as you saw your father inch closer to him, his hand now resting on his shoulders and urging Attuma to rise. 

 “You have done a great deal for the name of my daughter, but the decision is hers to make.” K’uk’ulkan started, his voice carrying nothing but tender command. He turned towards you and beckoned you forward. You did so without question and swam beside your father.

 “Do you accept his oath, in waal?”

 There was no other answer for such a question. It was something that you had dreamed of since the beginning of your blossoming romance, the fantasy that you had always dreamed to come into fruition.

 With a smile that would outshine the stars of the night, you eagerly replied. 

 “I shall accept your oath with open arms, Attuma. My dear warrior.”

 Your people broke into joyous cheers as Attuma rose from his bow. You turned to pick the spear by the feet of your throne and presented it to him with a proud grin. He replied in kind, kissing the vibranium shaft that touched your hand as soon as he had received it. Heat traveled up your neck and into the tips of your pointed ears at the gesture, your fingers wringing together in bashful fluster.

 K’uk’ulkan smiled at the exchange, but he could not help but urge you away from the warrior and back to your throne. He could not help himself—you were far too precious to be in the presence of a man who fancied you all his life.

 The king turned to Attuma and regarded him with a nod and gesture of Talokan’s respect, the warrior replying in kind.

 “Serve her well, Attuma.”

 Before K’uk’ulkan could return to his throne, Attuma rose high and proud, brandishing his weapon only he could ever wield with such power. A show of strength, if you will, that left the people at awe at the display of his prowess.

 “My king! If I may be so bold, I have something to ask of you.” He declared, his voice loud and strong. Your brows furrowed in confusion at such a statement; what else did Attuma need when he had already pledged his service to you?

 You held the urge to giggle when your father turned with an amused chuckle of his own.

 “What is it?”

 Attuma turned towards you, the both of you locking eyes. And in that moment, he sent you an affectionate grin.

 And then realization hit you.

 He wasn’t going to—!

 “I wish for your permission to court your daughter, the princess.” Murmurs and excited gasps spread across the hall. You see Namora grinning to herself staring at Attuma, impressed. Your cheeks burned with heat, your chest pounding at how incredibly mad Attuma was for declaring something as bold as a courting during your coronation as crown heir. 

 But it was something that you absolutely loved about your warrior, no matter how insane he was to declare his desire to court you in front of the entire kingdom.

 Your father stiffened, his eyes steeled and ready to pounce at Attuma. He had to hold himself back—there was no reason for him to needlessly attack his finest warrior just because he expressed his desire to court you. He could not even dismiss such thought; the titles and the achievements of Attuma held far more worth than any man in Talokan. 

 From where it stands, and with your close relationship with the warrior, he was by far the only man worthy of your affection.

 And so, with a reluctance that held every possible threat in the world, K’uk’ulkan replied. 

 “Prove to me your worth, Attuma, for the radiant pearl of the sea does not need an incompetent suitor to court her.”

 “Father!” You hissed quietly. You felt your father’s animosity course through you in waves. You had to resist the urge to groan and sigh; he was so protective of you.

 But Attuma did not seem phased as he spoke steadily.

 “By your will, K’uk’ulkan.”

 In the eyes of your people did you swim beside your father and held his arm reassuringly. His steely gaze finally fell as he looked at you, and you allowed yourself to swim to the level of his ears and whisper, “Please be gentle with Attuma, father. I also bear feelings for him.”

 He looked at you like he was betrayed, but he was not surprised. How could you not have told him about your budding feelings for the warrior?

 Then again, he knew the throes of a woman when it came to sharing their romantic feelings, so he did not blame you for keeping it a secret from him, your own father.

 “How long have you known?”

 “A few decades,” you smiled sheepishly, “do not be so hard on the warrior that I have chosen. He means it in good faith, and he has done nothing to cross any boundaries set by your command.”

 “Are you sure?”

 “I swear it upon my name and crown, father.”

 Your father pondered on your words for a little while longer and resigned with a sigh. You pressed your forehead against your father’s and giggled.

 “Thank you for your leniency, my king.”

 You separated yourself from your father and swam forward to Attuma. He gave you a cheeky grin, one that screamed unapologetic mischief. You shook your head, amused as his antics, as you raised your hand to cup his cheek.

 “My father has given his word; prove to him that you are worthy of my hand so we will be together, my dear warrior.”

 He dared cup your hands that feathered along his strong jaw and leaned into your touch. You could feel your father’s piercing stare, but the both of you ignored it, too engrossed in your own little world in the watchful eyes of your nation.

 “Is that an order?” He asked you, his eyes boring into yours with such intensity that would have sent you immediately to your knees.

 You leaned in close until your lips met the base of his mighty headpiece, the jagged teeth of the hammerhead shark that he had slain digging firmly into the skin of his forehead. When you parted, you stared into his eyes; the eyes that held nothing but veneration to your glorious name. 

 And with a tender whisper to your beloved, you replied.

 “A request.”

Anyone up for a Part 2? >:))

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[axailslink]

Cocky Bitch

Stud!Riri Williams x poc FEM reader

Summary: you were talking like you were big and bold and now Riri wants you to be bold in front of her. She calls you and you tell her your true thoughts.

You're a giggling mess as you look at your phone and send the message you've been pondering on for about a good five minutes. You’d paced the room for a while in hopes that you'd send it eventually but it took a while Riri ain't one to play around with you especially if you are trying to rile her up. You take a deep breath and send it with a wide smile on your face as you do so.

you keep doing all this talking when you could really be putting your mouth to better use.

You never received a message back and your anxiety is off the walls. This ain't the first time you've texted her something like this so why is she not answering? Before you can let yourself get too in your thoughts and feelings there's a knock on your dorm room door you're quick to answer it as you were already standing. Behind the door a smiling Riri is revealed and you immediately try to close it back but she's already let herself in. "So what was with all that I should put my mouth to better use talk? Cause I'm here I brushed my teeth, I filed my nails down and I got my book bag. So what was up with all that shit you were saying?" You laugh and shrug “I was just playing it ain’t even that serious” Riri nods and watches as you try to put some distance between you and her but she doesn’t let you get far because she grabs you by your waist keeping you within kissing distance. “Tell the truth you knew you weren't playing. We both know you weren't playing, matter of fact I’m pretty sure you get off to the sound of my voice so if you about it I’m about it.”

Oh this cocky bitch.

She’s so hot yet she’s so cocky and arrogant but why the fuck does she wear it so well? You’re a little annoyed now simply because she’s right you could get off to the thought and sound of her. It's disgusting but if this theory were tested it would be true. “Get off to the sound of your voice?” she nods as she licks her lips and lets her eyes run down your form, her gaze perverted as if she can see right through your clothing. Your stomach does backflips but you’re trying to prove that she’s a cocky bitch right now so now is not the time to fold instead you mumble “and what makes you think that?” She smiles before she speaks because she knows she’s about to read you down to the last page. “I mean maybe it’s the way when we’re on the phone approximately around twelve I start to get sleepy so I nod off and you go “baby talk to me” and I’m just humming as a reply but when I do speak I don’t have much energy… However I am wide awake when I hear you start to whimper my name or when you suddenly mute yourself and I can no longer hear that raggedy ass fan in the background. So yeah I know you could get off on just my voice, maybe even just the thought of me.” You want to disagree but why lie about something she already knows the truth about? You stand there as still as a statue until she sits her bag down beside your feet and it thuds against the ground bringing you back to reality.

“Since you know so much how about you go sit down. You know I think about you when I touch myself but you don’t know what I’m imagining so I confess…” You gently push Riri towards your bed while you lock your door “I imagine you underneath me being as pretty as you are right now except you’re crying from the overstimulation this whole cocky facade you put on it’s gone. I want to get rid of it. I want to see you in shambles underneath me. Would you like to be in shambles underneath me?” Riri just sits on the edge of your bed not expecting such words to come out of your mouth not once have you ever said anything of the sort to her about this little fantasy of yours. It makes her look at you differently. She's never had anyone talk to her the way you just had and she’s interested she wants to know more about these little fantasies of yours. Maybe even experience them. “I asked a question. Riri I would love an answer in return” Riri nods but she’s finding it hard to answer because how would she? What should she say? What should she do?

“Yeah.”

A/n: as y'all know my FICS do not be edited well so if you see something confusing let me know via messaging I'll fix it.

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[e-namor-ada]

Looking for Blind fanfic Reader!

Hi lovelies! I’m looking for at least 1 blind beta reader for the first chapter for my Namor x OC fanfic!!! 

I am really nervous but I haven’t felt the urge to write like this in ages!!! I was an OG fanfiction.net girlie back in the day but haven’t felt inspired by a character to write until Namor came into my life and now I am CONSUMED.

I say blind because I don’t want to give a summary or any info on the character until after! Please be ready to give me any tips- whether it be on pacing, writing style, grammar, or characterization! There WILL be eventual smut, but there is none in Chapter 1. 

[axailslink]

Beautiful girl 🤎

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[devilishcupid]

THE KING'S PROPOSAL | Namor

☆ premise: centuries since the calling off of your engagement, namor comes back and proposes once more.

☆ pairing: namor x fem!royal!reader

☆ warnings: romantic history between namor and reader, tension between namor and reader

☆ a/n: genuinely down bad for this man. i love him so much🤧

"Be my queen, and I will be your king."

The room was suddenly filled with the laughs of your advisers. Even you found it amusing. Who knew Namor, the Feathered Serpent God, would be in standing in the middle of your throne room right now, proposing an alliance between your kingdom and his through marriage?

After all, not only did your kingdom have a bloody history with Talokan—you and Namor had history yourselves. Centuries ago, you were old flames whose relationship's end nearly caused a civil war between your nations.

"If I may speak, my queen," one of your advisers appealed. Giving your nod of approval, she turned to the Talokanil King. "Attempts to form an alliance didn't work the first time. In fact, it only ended up dividing us further. Why should her majesty accept your proposal a second time?"

Your eyes narrowed at the steely glint in Namor's eyes. "Because if you don't, a time will come where your people will regret not having Talokan by its side."

The room became quiet as tension filled the air. Millions of thoughts ran through your head. What were his intentions? What did Talokan have that your people did not? Was there truth behind his words? Or was he merely bluffing?

Finally, you spoke. "Leave me with him."

Your advisers were about to protest, but your glare silenced them into submitting to your command. Namor's own advisers, Attuma and Namora, followed suit after a nod of approval from their king. With the last person closing the doors shut, it was only you and Namor in the throne room.

You descended from your throne, your footsteps echoing until you stood in front of your former flame. Looking up at him, you said, "This is the first time we've met since the unfortunate calling off of our engagement, and the first thing you do is threaten me under my own roof."

"Whether my words are a threat or an act of good faith will depend on whether or not you accept my proposal for marriage."

"What you just did was asking for my hand in marriage? You've gotten more romantic since we last met, Namor." You remarked, sarcasm dripping from your words.

A low chuckle left his lips in response. "And you're still the same as always, In yakunaj."

Your eye twitched at the term of endearment he used to reserve for you. "If you think you can charm me into marrying you, I assure you it won't work."

"It did the first time." He quipped, an eyebrow raised suggestively.

"Yet it ended disastrously, did it not?" You shot back, before returning back to your former demeanor. "What do you really want, Namor? We don't make contact for years and now you want me to marry you and unite our kingdoms. Why?"

"Talokan has shown itself to Wakanda," Namor revealed, as your eyes widened at the revelation, "and we have formed an alliance that will be of great help when war arrives."

"Strengthening your nation in preparation for battle. So that's why you've come." You concluded, sighing and shaking your head. "Did we not decide that the surface dwellers will end up killing each other anyway? That we will watch those fools burn without us having to light the fire?"

He scoffed at your words. "That would be true, if they hadn't gotten stronger. I wouldn't had revealed my people's existence to Wakanda if the surface world hadn't threatened Talokan's safety."

Namor leaned into you, one hand gently taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger, while the other rested on your waist. "And I wouldn't be here if your safety hadn't been threatened as well."

You gulped, your chest heaving as you stared at him. The two of you were completely silent, save for the sounds of your breathing, neither of you breaking eye contact.

You caught yourself leaning closer to his face, and you immediately pulled away from his grasp. You turned your back to him, cheeks tinged red from how close you were to kissing him. Even after all these years, he still had the same effect on you.

"I won't accept your offer. Not now, at least." You said after composing yourself. You turned around to face him once more. "I'll consider your proposal, but I can't promise my nation's compliance."

"Then I'll leave you to deliberate, your majesty." Namor handed you a large shell, which you recognized as a Talokanil communication device. "Tell me of your decision as soon as you have made it."

You nodded, and Namor headed towards the exit. He stopped in his tracks when he reached the doors, making you raise an eyebrow. "What is it, Namor?"

"I was right. You haven't changed one bit."

"What made you reach that conclusion?"

"It's been years yet making you fall for me still is no hardship."

[thegreatestsandwich]

First of all, I love your Namor fics, all of them are perfect ❣️

I hope you would never stop writing about him ✨

Second point, I have this idea running through my mind, they're already parents but I wanted to know how Namor reacts at the pregnancy anounce. I can imagine reader really nervous to tell him and asking Namora for advice, and she was like "Just tell him my Queen. -Kukulcan, I'm pregnant-" and then he appears and Namora blushes because she screw up the surprise 🤣

This life’s sweeter than fiction (Namor x f!reader, Namora x Platonic!reader)

Pairing: Namor x F!reader, Namora x Platonic!reader

Word count: 500 words

Summary: Namora was the first one you told you were pregnant. She was the first one to tell your husband. (BY ACCIDENT, OKEY?)

Warning: Nothing!

A/N: Still in love with Namora, sue me

You were currently munching on some pieces of fruit as you watch Namora pace in front of you, her hands on her face as she once again tried to coarce you to tell Namor, your husband, that you were pregnant at the moment. You tried your hardest to not smile or laugh, her impatience on trying to come up with a well enough and fool-proof plan was the challenge.

“Bey u ch'a'abil.” Easy as that. Namora finished, putting her hands on her hips. She watched you unamused as you put another piece of fruit on your mouth. “In reina, k'a'abet a ya'al.” My queen, you must tell him.

“Kin wa'alik ti...Ba'ale' ma' bejla'e', xaan sáamal.” I’ll tell him, but not now, maybe tomorrow. You cheekily smiled, putting another piece of fruit on your mouth. “Ku ts'o'okole', ts'o'ok yaax yaantal estresando u yéetel uláak' ba'alo'ob, u ts'o'ok ba'ax taak in meentik estresar tu láayli' asab.” Besides, he's been stressing with other things, the last thing I want to do is stress him even more.

Namora groaned, closing her eyes. “Chéen dile, K’uk’ulkan táan in embarazada.” Just tell him, I’m pregnant.

Your eyes widnened when you saw him just behind her, watching you curiosly. “Namora…” You tried to shooshed her but she wasn’t paying attention.

“U séen máan Jayp'éel semanas, k'a'abet a ya'al.” It’s been now a few weeks, you must tell him.

“Namora…” You tried again, Namor now finally standing behind her, crossing his arms and raising his brow in amusement. “Namora, mak a chi'.” Shut up

“Buka'aj asab séeba'an u a'alik, ma'alob yaan utia'al tuláakal le u láak'obo'.” The faster you tell him, the better it is for everyone else.

You sighed, placing your hands on your face, grunting behind them, Namora watched you with confusion. You dropped them on your lap before placing a streinght smile on your face. “Sorpresa.” You pouted.

“Ba'ax?” Namora questioned you.

Namor cleared his throat behind her and Namora slowly turned around, not meeting his eyes. “Cha' k.” Leave us. She didn’t hesitated and bolted out quickly, diving into the water. “Something you want to tell me?”

You shrugged, focusing on the plate of fruit on your lap. “Utsil fruta?” Good fruit?

“In yakunaj, English.” He stood in between your legs, taking away your plate of fruit. “Try again.”

You groaned. “You look more handsome today?”

“Uh-uh. Again.” He kneeled, taking your hands and kissing them. “Something Namora was saying.”

“Ah.” You smiled cheekily. “You have beautiful butt.”

Namor smiled, shaking his head. “I know that. Try again.”

“You are not going to let me get away with it?”  He pulled back and stared at your eyes. You sighed. “Namora already spoil the surprise, I don’t see why should I tell you again.” You pouted.

“Try again.” He repeated.

“Fine.” You groaned again. “I am pregnant. Happy?”

He kissed you deeply. “Yes, even though I would had prefer if you told me days ago.”

You stared at him. “You knew?!”

[namorblog]

Namor and a children! Pt.2ꕥೄྀ

It's been a while since Namor brought you to Talokan, he treats you like a daughter and you are his princess.

but, something made him sad, the fact that you couldn't visit talokan really closely, of course, he could give you the blueprint that turned all of talokan into what they are today, but he was too afraid of going wrong.

what if the plant killed you instead of helping you?

that question haunted him every night.

until one day.

you were wearing a white dress that had a pattern of yellow flowers, you were going to Namor to ask him something.

"daddy!"

you said and he looked at you getting out of his thoughts.

"Yes Princesa?"

you started to twirl your own fingers

"I wanted to be just like you!"

you said and he looked at you confused

"how so dear?"

"I wish I could breathe underwater! I wish I was fast and strong like you! I wish I could see Talokan up close.."

Namor picked you up and looked at you.

"are you sure?"

you nodded in agreement.

you don't remember anything, just when you fell after drinking the plant. every second you were "dead", K'uk'ulkan didn't leave your side.

he hugged you begging you not to leave him forever.

you woke up, but everything seemed normal to you.

"daddy?"

K'uk'ulkan looked at you, your skin was still the same, you were still breathing out of water.

"are you ok,darling?"

he asked you and you said yes.

"did not work?"

you said as tears fell from your eyes.

"I don't know honey.."

maybe, you were just like him now.

he took you to the water and asked you to try to breathe in it.

you entered the water and soon came back to him smiling.

"It worked! I can breathe underwater!"

you hugged him and he hugged you extremely happily.

"do you want to see talokan up close princess?"

"Yes!"

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[namorkawaiiwife]

In gonna do some namora fanfics now.

[creamecafe]

The fact that my most liked post is about Dark!Namor fics and how writers make into something so gruesome and crazy and I have had people reblog it calling me weird for not liking it. Even though that may be my most "controversial" post I still find it funny