#namora x y/n

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The Stranger - Pt. 3

Part One  |  Part Two

Pairing: Namor x Reader

Word Count: 5.5k

Warnings: Language, Violence, Depictions of drowning, Fluff

Summary: Delivered to safety following the battle on the beach, you are left reeling as you grapple with nightmares and questions about an uncertain future. But as you come to know more about the Talokanil people and grow closer to their king, Namor is faced with a question of his own -- what does he do with this stranger from the surface?

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Bullets fly as bodies hit the ground in front of you. There on the open beach, spears soar high above your head. Your gaze is drawn to the heavens as a chopper falls from the night sky. It crashes onto the shore below, an intense heat flashing against you as you shield your face from the explosion.

Suddenly, the sounds of dying men and burning metal fade as you lower your hand. You look down to find yourself waist-deep in a raging sea, the battle on the sand becoming a distant memory as waves beat harshly against you, unrelenting and unforgiving. A deafening melody accompanies each swell of the tide. It consumes your mind with pain and serenity as you are pulled further out into the ocean’s depths, following its call. The chorus grows louder as the water rises to your chest, building with intensity. Then, suddenly, all is quiet.

And there he is.

Hovering just above the water’s surface, his winged ankles carry him effortlessly. His reflection glistens perfectly against the water, now calm and smooth as glass. Illuminated by the full moon behind him, his body is covered in beautiful armor made of gold, jade, and other metals. A finely crafted serpent headpiece with bright feathers crowns his head, resting just above his brow.

Namor.

Wordlessly, Namor stretches out his hand, beckoning you to come to him. You reach out as if your very being is at his command. But, before you can grasp hold of him, the chorus of voices returns with a vengeance. A violent tide drags you under, swallowing you beneath the waves. Further and further down you are pulled as darkness surrounds you. Looking up toward the fading light, Namor’s silhouette above the surface dissolves from view. Your lungs burn as you begin to drown.

You jolt awake, your body shooting up in a cold sweat.

Chest heaving, your mind desperately claws its way back to reality. You quickly scan your surroundings, clinging to any detail that will anchor your consciousness and keep you from slipping back into that nightmare.

Gripping the stone surface beneath you, you take in every porous curve your fingertips graze over. Looking upward at the high rocky ceiling, you study the patterns of limestone stalactites that hang like icicles. Droplets of water run down a few of them, their melodious drips echoing in small pools below, falling like a gentle, rhythmic rain.

This is the place Namor had spoken of the last time you saw him. The one where he promised you would be safe. And for good reason — here in this cavern, you were well below the ocean’s surface and out of range of any agents who might come searching for you.

By your best guess, you figure you have been down here about two days. It’s hard to be sure without the reference to natural light. The cavern itself is beautiful, though. Illuminated by pockets of glow worms that drape down from the ceiling, their soft luminescence casts gorgeous green and blue hues across each surface their light touches.

As your heart rate begins to even out, you continue to survey the cave. You look over at your belongings, bag laying on the ground, clothes hanging on a line to dry. Your heart drops a bit when you see your little leather-bound book, its pages separated and spread out across the rocks. Ink bleeding. Pages ruined. You had made your best attempt to salvage what you could. Perhaps if you had asked Namora how the two of you would be traveling to this safe haven, you wouldn’t have brought a damn book with you.

The dissonance of the Talokan melody still rings in the back of your mind. You cradle your head between your knees, rubbing your temples with your thumbs when you hear light footsteps approach.

Looking up, you find a familiar face entering the cavern. No longer geared up for battle, Namora dawns a lovely dress that gathers over one shoulder and flows down to the floor. It moves like waves with each step she takes toward you. Instead of a spear in her hand, she now carries a small tray with a medley of food.

“Eat," Namora says, placing the tray on a small end table beside you. She then moves gracefully over to your draped belongings, removing them one by one from the line and folding them into a neat pile.

“Can I ask you a question?” You inquire as you begin to nibble on a piece of food.

Namora shoots a skeptical look over her shoulder but says nothing, so you ask anyway.

“Have you always been a warrior?”

Unresponsive, she keeps her attention on one of your shirts which she has just pulled from the line, tucking it into itself and placing it with the others.

“It's just, I mean the way you fought those agents on the beach, you are — you are very good at, you know—” you should have given more thought to what you were going to say before opening your mouth because as you reach the end of your sentence all that comes out is, “—killing people."

Nice.

You cringe at your comment. It hangs in the air, practically mocking you.

“I’m just saying," you add, trying to recover, "you obviously know what you’re doing. It was impressive. Me on the other hand…” Your voice trails as you raise your bandaged hand, recalling how your first instinct in a fight was to block a fucking knife with your open palm. Next to Namora, your combat skills pale by comparison.

Halting her task, Namora finally turns to face you in one calculated motion. She stares for a moment then her eyes quickly dart toward the side entrance of the cavern where she had come through only minutes ago. The entryway is empty. When her eyes settle back on you, there is resolve in them.

“Up.” She says, walking toward you with purpose.

“What?” You reply in a tone that matches the confused look on your face.

“Up.”

You do as you are told, hastily pushing yourself to your feet. Namora steps in close and then taps your elbows.

“Up.” She orders a third time, only now she seems to be referring specifically to your arms. You follow her instruction, raising them awkwardly out in front of your body. You can almost hear the sigh of hopelessness when Namora, her brow furrowed, grabs your arms and positions each one in a fighting stance. Slipping a hand up to your left wrist, she grips it firmly while tapping your exposed forearm with the palm of her other hand.

“Shield.” She says with emphasis. Her eyebrows raise, looking for any indication that you comprehend what she is trying to explain. When you nod, Namora moves her hand from your wrist up to your fingers, balling them into a fist and tucking your thumb on the outside.

“Weapon.”

Namora then steps back from you, putting her own arms up to mirror your stance.

“Shield, weapon,” she repeats, patting her forearm and waving her closed fist.

“Shield, weapon,” you echo back to her, nodding your head again as you begin to understand more fully.

Just as she begins to step back toward you, a deep voice calls from behind.

“Namora.”

You both look up to see the large man who wears the hammerhead skull standing in the entry of the cavern. Attuma is his name, as you have come to learn. Namora straightens her posture as she turns to face him, her hands behind her back as she squares her shoulders in a commanding stance.

Attuma saunters a few more feet into the cavern, then speaks to her in their native tongue, a language still unfamiliar to you. The two of them converse back and forth for a few moments. You may not know what they are saying, but you can tell they disagree about something — whether with each other or someone else, you are not sure.

Namora swiftly turns back to you, her face serious again and her brows pinched together.

Fighting lessons must be over.

“Come,” she says.

Without any further instruction, she pivots back toward Attuma, who also turns to leave. You quickly grab your belongings which Namora had folded for you, stuffing them into your bag. You sling it around your shoulder as you exit the cavern.

Following the two generals into a tunneled hallway, you find yourself moving through a network of caves, each tunnel connecting to a series of other openings and pools. Soon, Attuma splits off into one of these open caverns, nodding to Namora as he does so. Your eyes trail him as he joins with more Talokan warriors, and just as you stare at them, they stare at you.

You continue walking behind Namora past them, their whispers reverberating through the tunnels.

“When was the last time someone… not Talokanil came here?” You ask. In typical Namora fashion, she remains silent and unresponsive to your question.

“Sorry,” you say apologetically, “back there it just seemed like they hadn’t seen someone new in a while.”

The two of you walk, furthering yourself from the turnoff where Attuma parted ways. Cautiously, you step around the uneven surfaces of the rocky ground. You can feel yourself being led deeper into the maze of caverns. If Namora decided to up and ditch you right now, you are certain you would be lost in this labyrinth forever.

“You are the first,” Namora says rather abruptly, catching you off guard. Not only does her response come well after your question was asked, but it is also the most she has ever said to you at one given time.

“The first?” You ask, perplexed. “What do you mean?”

“To come here,” Namora answers. “The first surface dweller to receive Talokan’s aid. The first the king has ever…” she pauses a moment, searching for the right word, “tolerated.”

The influx of her voice is not lost on you.

“And you don’t approve?”

“It is not my place to approve, " Namora clarifies as she leads you around a bend and past several open pools of water. "I am… concerned. When it comes to you, I fear he is blind.”

Silence befalls you both again as you enter another cavern, this one much larger and more spacious than any others you have seen. Within it are several large pools, glistening with light reflected from more glow worms above. Their tendrils hang from the high vaulted ceiling like sparkling chandeliers.

In the center of it all stands a large hut enclosed by beautifully woven fabrics. You follow Namora shoulder to shoulder up the stone-carved steps to it until you nearly reach the side.

“We’re here,” Namora says, coming to a dead stop. She then takes a step back from you.

Still unsure of where “here” is exactly, you glance over your shoulder, looking to her for further instruction or explanation. But Namora gives you nothing. The moment you begin to take a step backward as well, her hand shoots out, holding the back of your shoulder in position with a firm grip.

Ah. Don't move. Got it.

Subconsciously you begin to hold your breath, bracing yourself for the unknown.

Then, there he is.

From around the corner of the hut comes Namor. Immediately you are taken aback by his appearance. Up to this point, you have only seen him suited for battle. Now he stands before you dawning a beautifully woven cape plated with gold and draped across his broad shoulders. His hair is slicked back and his arms are adorned with various metal cuffs. Truly a wardrobe fit for a king.

A single nod of his head and Namora is dismissed. You hear her small footsteps fade as she leaves the two of you alone.

“How is your hand?”

Namor’s question snaps you out of your daze.

“Oh,” you raise your hand, glancing at the worn bandage. "It’s fine, thank you.”

Staring at the gauze, you can almost hear the lullaby Namor hummed as he gently tended to your wounded palm the night of the battle. Something flutters inside you as you touch the corner of the fabric. Realizing your mind has drifted again, you bring yourself back to reality by following up with your own question.

"Are we in..." you stop to rephrase, shifting your weight from side to side as you look around the cavern, “Is this… Talokan?"

If it is, it's very different from what you pictured.

Your question brings a smile to Namor’s face.

"No," he answers with a breathy chuckle, shaking his head. "Talokan is far beyond this place. I assure you, your body would not survive the journey to its depths. But these caverns are safe, I promise you.”

Namor then shifts the topic of conversation.

“I am told some of your belongings were ruined on your traveling here, including your book. I apologize. I had hoped to make up for it.”

With one arm, Namor ushers you around the corner to the entrance of his quarters, inviting you inside.

Intrigued and eager to see what awaits, you accept his invitation. As you enter, you find yourself in a study of sorts. Lit by several lanterns, the room is warm and bright. Within it sits a small table, a prominent desk full of scrolls and artifacts, and a cozy hammock hung in the corner. But what catches your eye most of all are the walls.

All around you hang gorgeous tapestry walls with breathtaking murals that stretch from floor to ceiling.

“Did you do all of these?” You ask in disbelief as you move to one at the far end of the room. Your eyes widen as you gaze in admiration at the beautiful artistry.

“Yes,” Namor answers humbly, following behind you. “I think you will find a more accurate depiction of my history here.”

“I don’t know,” you say with playful skepticism in your voice as you inspect the artwork closer, “always be weary of your authors, right?” You smirk as you shift your glance sideways to Namor, echoing his words back to him in jest. His face is serious at first but quickly turns to amusement.

“You remembered,” he says nodding his head, an impressed grin now stretching at the corners of his mouth, “that is good.”

You return your attention to the paintings. What a gift it is to be standing here in front of them. Full of stories, full of history. And to be accompanied by the man who created them himself — who lived them himself. It is all a far cry from the vague glyphs you tried so hard to decipher in your book.

"They're amazing." You say in awe, following along the panels as you trace the line work delicately with your fingertip.

Immersed in the murals, you are too busy to notice Namor's softening gaze as he watches you study his work so intently. Here you are, an outsider who he has welcomed into his space. It is not like him to be so open, especially not with a stranger from the surface — never someone from the surface — yet, something about you causes a stirring inside of him. Perhaps it is your enthusiasm and wonders for his culture or your refreshing dose of humanity towards his people that compels his desire to be close to you.

As you follow the artwork from panel to panel across the walls, you arrive at a scene that suddenly makes you freeze. Your wrist snaps your finger back as if repelled by the paint itself. In front of you is a large image of Namor dawning a serpent headpiece as he hovers above the water. You are immediately back in your nightmare, your mind flashing to Namor’s outstretched hand then the darkness that closes in around you as you start to drown. You can almost feel the fire in your lungs as they grow desperate for air.

“What troubles you?” Namor asks with genuine traces of concern in his voice. Your sudden silence has not gone unnoticed. He moves to stand shoulder to shoulder with you now, looking up to analyze the same part of the mural.

"Nothing," you lie, shaking your head while your hand drops to your side. You withdraw from the painting, taking a few steps back from it and Namor.

“Your people," you say to change the subject, pointing your thumb to the rest of the artwork in the room, "they honor you. It's admirable, what you've done for them. To keep them safe all this time."

“But?” He senses there is more on your mind.

You stare at him, then turn your focus back to the tapestries surrounding you. Scanning them from wall to wall, you notice a pattern in the stories shown.

“It’s just,” you begin with uncertainty in your voice “for someone who has spent his whole life bringing peace to his people, I wonder how much of it you have experienced for yourself?”

Namor is quiet for a moment.

"And why do you wonder this?" He finally replies, turning to face you fully.

“I guess I look at these and I’m curious… how? How can you do that without completely breaking under the weight of it all? Even with—” you begin gesturing to his body and suddenly become desperate to come up with the right words in time, “superhuman strength.” Thank god.

“Hmmm,” Namor exhales, thoughtfully nodding as his gaze drops to the floor. He folds his arms over his chest, the golden band around his exposed bicep reflecting the light that softly glows from a nearby lantern. Taking a few steps toward you, he lifts his eyes to yours.

“It is true,” he says, “the burden I carry for the sake of my people does not always permit me the personal luxury of peace. It… can be difficult.” His tone shifts from diplomatic to vulnerable. “And who is to say I have not broken under it? It is that brokenness that has made me the leader I am.”

Turning his head toward the mural, he looks at it carefully before speaking again. His chiseled jawline accentuates the exposed veins protruding from his neck.

"To your question,” he continues, “I believe how is never as important as why. Why would someone fight to bring others peace when they themselves cannot have it?” Namor takes another step closer and lifts his hand to your chin, delicately angling your face upward toward his own. "Because we sacrifice to protect what we love.”

His eyes search yours earnestly. After a moment, Namor quickly drops his hand from your chin and you watch as he moves towards his desk, shuffling a few scrolls around before looking back up at you again.  

“I love my people,” he says, planting his hand firmly on the desk, “and I have seen evil, what it is capable of. I watch as the rest of the world grows desperate in their greed and ambition, their desire for power. They are becoming more dangerous by the day."

"You mean — surface dwellers?" You ask.

Namor raises his brow at you knowingly.

"Yes,” he answers cooly.

"I'm a surface dweller. Am I...dangerous?"

Namor sighs with a small smile.

“Yes. Though not in the way you may think.”

He moves from out behind his desk and back over in your direction.

“Now I have a question for you,” he says in a low voice, approaching you with a dark look looming over his face. “Please consider your answer carefully.”

The silence is intense. Your heart feels like it is going to jump out of your throat as you anticipate what damning question the king of Talokan has in store for you.

Namor’s expression changes on a dime, and he suddenly asks in a lighthearted tone,

“Are you up for a swim?”

—

You follow Namor out of his quarters and into the large open cavern. As you pass by several beautiful pools of water, you are enchanted by how the light dances across the rich tones of Namor's skin. The same light casts dazzling hues of aquamarine and cerulean across the surface of the pools, reflected onto the rocks surrounding them.

Namor approaches one of the bigger pools and removes the cape from his shoulder, exposing his bare chest underneath. Here is the Namor you recognize - prominent necklace, bare chest,  emerald green shorts. Before dropping his cape to the ground, however, he pulls out a Talokan mask from the fabric like the ones Namora and the other warriors wear.

“Take a deep breath,” Namor says as he turns to you. He pushes your hair back from your cheek delicately as he applies the apparatus to your face. Doing as you are told, you inhale deeply as the mask fastens over your nose and mouth.

“Stay close,” he instructs. You nod, and Namor steps to the edge of the closest pool. He looks back at you with a hint of a smile on his face. Then, with all the strength and grace of a god, he dives perfectly into the water and disappears under the surface.

You step closer to the pool. The faint rhythm of droplets falling from the ceiling rings throughout the cavern. You glance behind you toward the entrance, but there isn't a soul in sight. Namora’s words echo through your mind.

When it comes to you, he is blind.

You dive in, following Namor.

Once in the water, you quickly orient yourself. Looking around, you see the outline of Namor, his silhouette waiting for you in the distance. As you swim closer, he gestures for you to follow him. You kick your feet to propel yourself further downward, ears popping as you equalize to the increasing pressure.

You swim until you are clear of the caves. Though your muscles ache, there is something serene about being beneath the water; the quiet, the weightlessness, everything drifting harmoniously in rhythm with the current. For the first time since you can remember, your mind feels still. Free from the chaos. Somehow, the vast open sea does not frighten you with its deep blue void as it did in your dream. Not even a little. Instead, you feel a calmness in your soul as you lose track of time entirely, trailing Namor as you move through the ocean’s depths.

Quite literally in his element, you watch in awe as Namor swims so effortlessly. To him, it must be as easy as breathing. He looks more relaxed than you have seen him. Perhaps even enjoying himself?

You continue to swim, the water getting lighter as the visibility becomes clearer. A school of fish rushes past, their scales glimmering with each flick of a fin or contour of their bodies. Countless numbers weave around you in sync as if part of the same carefully choreographed ballet. You can’t help but smile as you watch them move so freely, and Namor can't help but smile as he watches you.

Suddenly the fish rapidly disperse and within seconds a huge mass flashes past you with incredible speed and agility. Your eyes widen and adrenaline rushes through you as you witness a killer whale chase the school, its size completely dwarfing your mere human frame. Involuntarily, you begin hyperventilating as you watch the giant creature swim off into the distance. When you feel a touch against your arm, you turn to find Namor next to you. His hand rises and falls in front of his torso, gesturing for you to take deep breaths. In, out. In, out.

The two of you remain suspended in the endless ocean blue as you your breath slows and your muscles recover. Namor looks upward, and as you savor the moment of rest you follow his gaze. You can tell by the light above that you are getting close to the surface, which must mean you are nearing your destination. When he nods, you know it is time to move. Slowly the two of you start your ascent and the ocean becomes warmer as you gradually near the top.

When you arise from the water, the sound of the rushing wind, the rolling waves, and birds flying overhead rush into your ears. Less than a hundred meters from you stretches a beautiful coastline covered in soft white sand and lined by rich green foliage.

You make your way towards it. Soon you are walking knee-deep in the waves, the tide splashing against the back of your legs as you near the shore. Removing the mask from your face, the sweet breeze of the island races by, rustling your wet hair and filling your nostrils with the earthy aroma of some nearby palm trees.

Namor has already reached the sand. He stands tall, water still running down his body. Staring out at the horizon, he runs his hand over his face and pushes his hair back, inadvertently flexing his bicep as he does so. The sun slowly begins its descent toward the Earth, its warm rays casting brilliant tones of red and orange across Namor’s exposed skin. It contrasts the deep blues and greens that illuminated him in the caverns, and at this point, you are confident he looks devastatingly beautiful in any light.

As you reach the shore, you take your place next to him and stare out at the skyline.

“Hard to beat a view like that,” you say breathlessly.

“My mother would always describe to me the beauty of the setting sun,” Namor responds. “I have no love for the surface world, but from time to time I visit this island. See what she saw.”

“Is this—?” You begin to ask.

“Where she is buried.” Namor answers before you finish your question. His eyes drop as he reflects, “I am not sure what I expected to see the day I came to lay her body to rest. I suppose the beauty of an island she spoke of so fondly. Instead, I found my brothers and sisters enslaved by men who took life without a second thought.” His jaw clenches as he recalls the bitter memory. “But I saw to it the favor was returned.”

His meaning is clear. You are not sure which makes you more nervous — the calm and cool way he says it, or the menacing smile that accompanies his statement. Either way, his smile disappears as quickly as it comes. You have seen Namor’s ferocity firsthand and know what he is capable of, especially when it comes to protecting his people. A nervous feeling grows in the pit of your stomach as you begin questioning his purpose in bringing you here.

You consider the facts:

You are a surface dweller.

He did call you dangerous.

Oh shit.

Anxiously you glance at him, then redirect your gaze back to the horizon to maintain your composure. The soft waves break along the shore, racing up to your ankles. As the sand beneath your feet gets pulled out by the tide, you wish with all your might you could be pulled away with it. Instead, you sink deeper into the ground, more immovable than before.

“Are you going to kill me?” The words come out blunter than you intend, but you stand by them despite the quiver in your voice.

The question pulls Namor out of his thoughts as he turns to you, eyebrows raised. He studies your face carefully before answering.

“I probably should," he says. There is no malice in his words, only honesty. “The knowledge you have of me and my people... it puts me in a difficult position.” His eyes are solemn. "But I have lived a long time, and in that time I have witnessed many in their final moments before death when one truly reveals themself. That night on the beach, in what you believed were your final moments, you kept your word to me and my people. You said nothing to those men, even with your life on the line. There is no truer test of loyalty.”

Without a word, he reaches his hand out for the mask you still carry. You cautiously hand it over.

"There is a village eastward,” Namor continues, “you will find everything you need there, and the means to leave this place."

You feel his palm slip under your fingers to receive the mask. He takes a deep breath, then purses his lips in the direction behind you.

“Or, just up the way beyond those trees is a house. It is not much, but comfortable. It is yours to use... if you wish. You would be safe here.”

The offer catches you off guard.

“I… I don't understand." You mutter in slight confusion.

With a deep inhale, Namor squints back at the setting sun to collect his thoughts. Then, taking another step closer, he eliminates virtually any remaining space between you. His eyes are deep and mesmerizing as ever. Your heart races from his sudden proximity and you find yourself holding your breath as you wait for him to speak again. He peers down at you, so impossibly close that you can sense the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes.

"You are no enemy of mine," he says with authority, "and no prisoner of Talokan. You have my trust. And because of that trust, I will not order you to stay." Namor then drops the mask into the sand like it is worthless and gently slides his hands underneath your jawline, cradling your face in both of his palms. “But I am asking you to.”

You are speechless. The way he is holding your gaze, the tenderness of his thumb brushing against the apple of your cheek, the fluttering of his lashes as his eyes flick down to your mouth.

"Stay," Namor says fervently in one final clarifying word. It is not a command, but an invitation. Perhaps even a plea. But most importantly, it is a choice. Your choice.

His eyes quickly dart back up to yours as he awaits an answer, but even Namor is not strong enough to keep his attention from dropping back down to your lips. He is clearly focused on more than just the words he hopes to hear come out of them.

In an overwhelming wave of boldness, you allow instinct to take over. No lives at stake, no siren’s song  — it is only the burning desire within your very soul for him that compels you. You close your eyes and melt into Namor’s touch, pressing your lips to his.

The moment you do so, it is as if a surge of energy courses through your veins, electrifying your entire body. Namor immediately welcomes your advance, molding his lips to your own. The smooth piece of jade that pierces his septum presses cooly above your lip, contrasting the heat of his skin to ignite your senses. As he slides a hand around to the back of your neck, his fingers curl into your hair to bring you in even closer.

A small moan escapes you as the tip of his tongue traces along your bottom lip. You can feel his smile against your mouth, then a tug at the same lip with his teeth. Another invitation, to which you gladly accept. You part your mouth open to let Namor inside. Both of your tongues dance together as your kisses become deeper and more indulgent.

Consumed by his taste and his touch, you slide your hands up his bare chest, desperate for more of him. Without missing a beat, Namor responds by running his arms down your body and hoisting you up off the sand with ease. You wrap your legs around him tightly and take full advantage of this new, higher angle. Moving your mouth in tandem with his, you savor the richness of his lips and entangling your fingers in his dark locks of hair. 

The two of you ebb and flow just like the rolling ocean waves, losing yourselves in each other. It’s not until you feel a faint burning in your lungs that you face the harsh reality of having to break away for air. Everything inside you fights it. If Namor were the sea, you would gladly let yourself drown in this moment.

But Namor, also sensing your need for oxygen, begins to slow down. He lowers you gently to the ground, though he is careful not to let you slip too far away from him. The two of you breathe heavily as the sun begins to dip below the horizon. Namor gives you another passionate kiss, this one slow and deep. His lips then move to the corner of your mouth and trail up to your ear, the heat of his breath spreading like wildfire across your skin. You can feel your heart beating out of your chest. Holding you close, Namor leans his forehead against your temple and presses his lips against your ear.

“Please," he whispers. "Stay with me.”

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𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇 ( NAMOR X READER ) PT.4

in which you find a child floating in the water and you save them only for your acts of kindness to get misinterpreted by the father who is also the king of an underwater civilization.

PLEASE READ THIS FIRST : this is a story i am writing on wattpad but my wattpad version is more in detail, slightly different and has an oc ( alora ). It has 6 chapters thus far and still work in progress if you want you can check it out with the link below or use the linktree link in my bio to access wattpad but if you feel more comfortable with x reader I'll try and get all the chapters I have currently published over here in a few days

hiraeth ( namor ) wattpad | oc version!

PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3 , PART 4

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IT WAS NOW EVENING, the sun dipping below the horizon kissing the ocean goodbye, the sky a purplish-orange color adorn with a few grey clouds as Huracan and you were still outside enjoying the last bits of the day before it was time to go back in.

You had came to term with the fact that Huracan staying with you was only going to be momentarily. You grew attached to the child due to the loneliness that you felt from staying by herself for months in isolation, away from others due to your health issues.

You wondered if Huracan was also lonely and just wanted some company but your mind now questioning if Huracan has a family, what if they are waiting for him? Worried about him and in search of him, thinking of the worst things that could have happened to him. This left you to ruminate over

your thoughts as your gaze fall on the sky, that is becoming darker and darker.

There was thunder clouds looming above you due to the hot weather you experienced today, the clouds were forming and becoming aggravated with each second that passed by— this alarming you as you walk back to the tidal pool to retrieve Huracan and putting a stop to your fleeting thoughts.

"C'mon, Hura. We need to get back in." You say, watching as the boy breaks through the surface of the water— eyes sparkling with life as he listens to you instantly, emerging from the pool only to latch onto your arm, his skin turning back into a shade of blue as you both walk home.

The rain came down. It suddenly came down heavy causing you to gasp in shock when the harsh rain pelted down onto you, you turn towards Huracan to notice that he had his eyes closed— enjoying the rain water that got soaked into his skin while you on the other hand felt a shiver tingling down your spine even though the air was warm.

Knowing that if you had to stay in the rain for way too long— you would definitely get sick but watching the boy enjoy the fresh water that falls onto him , you decided to wait a few minutes because seeing his face brighten up from just the simple feeling of rain water against his skin made you realize that the simple things in life is what makes living much better, it made you feel at ease with yourself.

A bright flash of purple and then a loud crackling noise followed by a hiss came from above you and Huracan shocks you at the loud noise and the thunderstorm that has finally brewed up, the rain became even heavier causing your heart to beat faster.

"Let's get back inside, we don't want to become fried fish today." You say, laughing at your lame excuse of a joke which Huracan didn't understand fully but he did understand that you wanted to go back inside from the way your body had stiffened slightly.

He was about to agree but then the sight of a shiny, shell that was a bit closer to the ocean water grabs his attention— he wanted to get that shell so that he could give it to you, forgetting that you wanted to go back in as he leaves your side, alarming you as he runs down the bank to go and retrieve the shell.

"Huracan!" You shout out alarmed, the rain pelting down heavily, the sky above you becoming dark— the only source of light now coming from the lighting that viciously flashed from above and the few outside lights from your house.

You slide down the steep slope to get to the boy only for your flip-flop to get stuck into something and in turn crashing into the youngster causing him to also fall and let out a small yelp.

"oh gosh, Hura! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to!" You cried out, you moved to his side to see that you had slightly bruised his knee cap, crimson escaping from the bruise as guilt consumes you from being so unconscious and not watching where you walked.

Huracan didn't feel much pain from the small bruise, he was about to tell you it's okay but you tore a small part of your shirt to help stop the bleeding. A small amount of blood covered your finger tips when you wrapped the small piece of cloth around his tiny knee cap, tightening the cloth around it.

A throbbing feeling around your ankle became prominent as you gazes down at your leg, to find that you had slightly twisted your ankle due to your flip-flop getting stuck onto something— that being the whole reason you slipped.

A small cry leaves from your parted lips, the thunderstorm viciously going on above them as the rain fell down. Your body was drenched in rain water, making you shiver adding more to the pain you felt in your ankle.

"Y-Y/N!" the young child cried out grasping onto your shoulders, he gazed at you to find that tears were also trailing down your cheeks with the rain water, your hands covered in wet sea sand and dabs of blood.

This made tears to form in Huracan's eyes, he was now scared and worried about you, the person that took care of him like he was their own child— he didn't know what to do to help you, making him feel even more worried and scared as the thunder flashed and rumbled.

Your body that trembled suddenly went stiff, your blood running cold— you felt like you and Huracan were being watched.

You were right.

The sound of something fluttering, similar to the sound of a rattle snake mingled with the harsh noises of the rain, lightning and the waves that crashed close by.

The fluttering sound stops , it suddenly goes eeirely quite, Huracan's whimpers go silent and before you could comprehend whether you was just feeling paranoid —something grasped the collar of the shirt you wore and pulled you harshly away from Huracan, throwing you to the other side away from him.

You heard Huracan scream your name out, your body feeling extremly numb, the world around you spinning while terror sunk into every firbe of your being.

Your neck twists to the side to see what had thrown you so viciously away from Huracan, fear laminating in your eyes, your gaze being met with the tip of a sharp spear, your body flinching away from it in terror but it was now pressed against the side of your neck in a threatening manner to slice your head off clean.

The lightning struck again, giving you a better vision of what was being hostile towards you , your eyes widening when your gaze falls on a man— his entire being radiate regality from the way his body oozed confidence to the jewelry that was adorn upon him. His chest covered in some sort of metal that was beautiful crafted, the same type of metal also adorning his biceps and wrists.

She also noticed that he had pointed ears, adorn with jewels just like the rest of him.

You shakily raise your hands, to say you was no threat or harm but this act seemed to make the man even more infuriated when he spotted dabs of blood smeared on your finger tips and then seeing blood around the area where Huracan was.

"How dare you take my son away and harm him?"

Shit. Was the first thought that came to your mind, you was right, Huracan did have someone to go back to— your thoughts being cut short when the cold tip of the spear pressed even closer to your neck that you could feel the pressure tearing slightly into your skin.

Your words were stuck in your throat from fear, you couldn't formulate a response except for a shaky breath to escape past your lips, your body trembling from pain and fear.

Due to your lack of response that made the King even more agitated, his spear was about to press into the side of your neck but tiny hands wrapped around his arm, holding it in place before he could slash at you.

"Father, please don't!" the young child cried out in his own language, this alerting the king who turns towards his son— the furious look that had adorn his face moments ago was replaced by one that was filled with worry.

"Huracan, my child. Are you alright? Did it hurt you?" his voice venomous when he says the word it , you didn't understand what they were saying but from the side glare the man had passed to you, you knew he had said something about you.

"No! Do not bring harm to y/n, she had saved me! Please do not harm her, she didn't do anything wrong. If you want to punish someone, father— it should be me, I should have never left Talokan." The boy sobs out, hearing Huracan's broken voice made your chest hurt— your eyes squeezing shut to prevent any tears from escaping as everything around you started to spin, the world around you becoming blurry as all the pain you felt physically and emotionally became blunt.

Your vision being filled with black dots that became larger until your eyes closed completely, body slumping into the sand— the fear you felt along with the pain made you fall unconscious this grabbing Huracan's attention, the boy letting go of his father's arm to rush towards you.

A cry leaves past his parted lips, his hands reached out to hug your cold body against his.

"Look what you have done, father. You killed her!" The boy says inbetween sobs, you was far from dead but to Huracan seeing your still body, no warm smile on your face and your eyes that twinkled with care and affection was no longer there— you looked dead to him.

K'uk'ulkan looked down at you. His son held onto you so gently, the rain easing down — the thunderstorm slowly clearing up.

"Hura.. she's not dead." The king says while his inner voice says  'well not yet'. He didn't trust you, this human but the way his son held onto you like his own life depended on you— he could not just kill you after he found out you had saved his son.

"You have to help her then or else I'll hate you forever." Huracan suddenly spat out— eyes shining bright with anger and saddness, his words stung K'uk'ulkan , his heart aching at the words his son spewed at him. An expression of hurt forms on K'uk'ulkan's face, a soft sigh leaving past his lips.

He glances down at your unconscious form that laid on the sand, his son's words floating around in his mind. He bends down towards you, taking in your features— noticing your skin has gotten paler and your ankle was swelling.

He was not keen on helping you, a surface dweller, he had hate for these disparage creatures but seeing how his son has become attached to you, clinging. He couldn't just kill you.

With one last glance towards your unconscious body, he looks back towards the raging ocean as he signals for Namora to come to him. He turns away and looks down at his son, his heart softening when he sees the tears on his cheeks as he sighs lightly.

'I'm only doing this for you my child.'

PART 5

[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.

[saturrnss]

Misfits Chap. 1

Namora x black!mutant!fem!punk!reader

summary: after living for more than 100 years, you decided to fuck around and make a metal detector for money-that happened to detect vibranium as well

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, mention of overdose, drugs, alcohol, death, graphic violence, smut (eventually), to much of the word "you"

the reader doesn't HAVE to be black but it's my fanfic so i get to do whatever i want

abilities: stamina, durability, agility, regeneration of wounds, strength, can breath underwater

You were born a long time ago, and by long I mean LONG, time ago. you had a fine childhood with loving parents, you would do mostly anything they had asked.

But you did get into a little trouble now and again (now and again meaning most times).

You were always defiant, you couldn't be told what you should and shouldn't do because you would always question it. When people in your mothers circle tried to talk bad about you, saying how you would end up on the streets or in a boarding school if you were their child, your parents would always defend you.

even when you didn't deserve it.

Your powers appeared when you were 11, slipped off a roof while spray painting and banged your head really bad, leaving a big bump and some blood. While it hurt, you healed in about an hour or 2. "Cool" you thought and never brung it up to anyone.

Stopped aging at around 20, you were overjoyed at the fact that you could stay "forever young", be wild and not get judged for it, but then reality started to dig its fingers into you when everyone loved died,

your mother was the last to go, officially leaving you with nobody and nothing. you mourned. ALOT, but realized that someway somehow you were given the gift of a long life and you shouldn't spend half of it being a depressed, lonely bitch.

That's when the frequent parties started.

You went to every exciting party that you could find. you were drunk and hungover at the same time which you didn't think was possible but it still happened. made a lot of life long and short term friends. You did every drug imaginable because due to your powers you actually thought you were immortal

but when you od'ed you backed off and stayed sober.

(had a lot of sex with men and woman)

you met every big celebrity of the decade, some were nice, some you got into fights with (most you won) Many people fell in love with you, but after the fourth person you realized they only loved you for how "wild" and "exciting" you were, they didn't like you for you.

You also took up some mma classes because you never know when you need to beat someone up.

You thought that life could never get better until you went to a short trip to England in the late 70s that would change you life philosophy forever.

Punk rock. it was like the answer you were looking for all your life, people who acted like you and dressed like you. Nancy spungen was the first friend you made in the scene, many people hated her but she was your friend. you were so close with her, that after she died you packed your bags and moved back to the u.s.

You spent the rest of the pre 2010's traveling and learning different languages, Yacutec Mayan included. Your healing abilities got better and you can now heal as fast as 9 seconds. In 2011, you finally decided to settle in Cambridge, mass.

.....

It's may of 2024. you wake up In the middle of the night due to a phone call. You live comfortably as a computer hacker and engineer, your main clients are college students who are late on assignments and lazy business men who were trust fund babies. you lived In an mediorce/could have been better apartment.

You answer the phone. "Hello?-" "I need you to do something for me, I'm outside." "I'm sorry but you need to call back to-" It ends. You, out of annoyace and slight curiosity, you grab a sweater and head to the door. you open it to see a pale, tall man with a black-slick suit on and a straight face.

He has a badge of some organization on the left side of his chest, and a shape of a gun in his pocket to the right.

The room fills with a cool breeze and a little bit of fear. "Can I help you?" you say. "I need a metal detector."

"Well i don't really have them on hand-" "I can wait.'' He lets him into your apartment, gets a chair and sits down with his legs and arms crossed. The right side of your brain wanted to start an argument with him but your left and gut feeling unanimously agreed to just do what he says so he won't like, send people after you.

You walk to your bedroom to get all your supplies while staring at the man to make sure he doesn't do anything.

You come back and with the supplies and the man is still there, staring at you intensely as you walk into the room. you clear the table he sits at and grabs another chair and you try to get to work but you notice the man is still staring at you and now your supplies.

"You know this is gonna take forever,right??" "Well it won'tbe a waste" he pats his wallet. Awkward silence occurs soon there after

"Do you want anything to eat??'' He doesn't respond. "note taken" you turn back to your work.

..

You worked well into the night, slight fear of what would happen if you stopped, which was a first. You Finally finished it at 6:32 am, yawning as you give it to him. He puts it down and gets out a slick black briefcase, unlocks the buckles, and opens it. His closes his eyes and blinks multiple times to adjust to the purple light shining on his face.

He brings out this bright purple leaf-like object and puts it on the table. he takes the detector and puts it right over it, he turns it on. It almost immediately beeps, detecting the strange thing. The pale man perks up his lips, almost creating a smile across his face but it quickly turns straight. "Thank you again" He says blankly as he brings out his wallet and gives you 12k.

He picks up his things along with the detector and leaves, the door closing softly. Normally this wouldn't faze you, you've been in room with the most infamous mob bosses, stranger things have happened in your life for sure but, this time you can't shake the feeling that something's gonna happen, something bad.

..........................

A week later you almost shaked the feeling off completely. You paid your rent for 2 months, went shopping, and bought a new guitar. You usually make your own clothes but this time you wanted to prolong the happiness.

While you were getting ready to go out, a feeling of anxiety fell over you- that you were in danger?

You took a gun and a knife just in case.

Late at night, While driving across a bridge to get gas. your tires suddenly gave out and deflated. You got out of the car to check out the problem. You opened the back of your car to get out an air pump when you heard a faint voice start to sing.

It didn't faze you at first but then you heard another, than another, than another, it grew louder and louder. folklore was passed from your extended family on to you about "mami wata" and sirens.

Of course you didn't believe it at first but when you grew older always had a pair of ear plugs on you just in case so you put them on just in time so the eerily mesmerizing voices didn't consume you.

All of a sudden a 2 ginormous humpback whales comes out of the water and on to the bridge, crushing your car and in a matter of seconds you didn't jump and roll just in time. Still feeling the shock waves of the whales, You turn back to look at the anomaly and 4 blue people jump off of them.

One woman had orange and white feathers on the top of her head and a big tall man with long hair and 2 others that weren't that memorable to the eye.

The outfits were gorgeous don't get me wrong but confusion is what you felt the most. The sirens of the emergency vehicle show up before the car itself and it crashes into the whale. The blue people look back at the car and the woman says something.

"Deshazte u Jmeyaj metalúrgico, ocuparé ti' le testigos (get rid of the metal worker, i'll deal with the witnesses.)" You try to decipher what she said In your brain but you soon realize as the other 3 are walking towards you menacingly.

You grab your gun and knife. The other two blue warriors Jump at you, using their spears to try to impale you. They stab your arm and leg but due to your powers, you healed quickly and it didn't affect you that much.

The two weapons you got were much to no use. You used your gun to shoot all three of them but it got cut in half, knife got knocked out of the fight as quickly as possible

But it was close.

You overhanded the one closest to you and roundhouse kicked the other, but they still kept getting up. Getting annoyed, you grabbed one of their spears and hit them in the head with it as hard as you could, knocking them dead with blood trickling out of their ear- creating a puddle.

While you were turned, the other one hits you with their heavy metal spear right on your upper spine. You wince in pain, the warrior raises up their spear to put an end to you but you grab the end of the metal and use it as a support beam to launch both of your feet at them for maximum impact.

(You were wearing platform boots too, so that must've hurt.)

The warrior falls back a couple inches, You felt immense pain but you scrambled to find anything because you knew the warrior wasn't gonna stay down for long. In the darkness you try to feel anything with a sharp edge for good use in the fight.

You felt the knife that was thrown earlier. You grab it and turn around to find that the spear was at your neck, seconds away from penetrating. You try every way to get out but to no avail. You looked down in saddened realization. "this is it" You thought. But then you quickly remembered

Your other hand was free.

You drop the knife into your other hand and before the warrior could react, plunged it deep into their stomach. The warrior made a sound of shock. You dragged it across the right side of their stomach until the knife came back out, feeling some of their organs in the process.

the warrior falls back and stops moving, their spear now in your hand. The man with long hair looks at the scene, just analyzing it and looking at you. "Xeen a wil ba'ax táan u beetik namora, ocuparé u este (Go see what namora's doing, i'll deal with this one)"

Both of their eyes open at the same time- Organs and bones slid back into place and flickers of life came into them, It was like Frankenstein's monster coming back from the dead.

"No. way," you said quietly in disbelief as they ran off to go catch up with namora. "No fucking way!!" you said louder as you spin your new found spear, and the fight between you and the big man co menses.

You held your ground at first, riding off the adrenaline from the other two you just “killed’’. but sooner or later the fight started to work out more and more in his favor. He was taller, more skilled, and a just a tiny bit stronger than you.

Luckily your stamina came into play because if you had gotten the-least bit tried you would have met your ancestors in the most gursome way. One point he had you by the throat up against the ground. during the struggle he kicked the spear you were using just right out of your reach.

You kicked him in the Achillies heel, nuts and used both of your legs to put him in a chokehold, knocking off his headwear. Now with him focused on the fact that he has a full grown adult on his head and that he couldn't see anything but your stomach,

You have the time to back flip off of him, use one of the spears and hit him across the face, leaving a long scar. He touches the scar- seeing the blood and wipes it away with his other finger to confirm what just happened, surprised about how somebody was of his caliber, but some weird feeling of-- respect.

"Ba'ax láayli' ma' a kiinsik u Jmeyaj metalúrgico.! [You still haven't killed the metal worker?!,]" The woman comes aggressively walking toward the both of you with the others following behind. "Tu yaan in meentik Teene' wéet túun! (I'll do it myself then!)

"Pa'atik! (Wait!)" You said and she stops and the both of them look at you. "In wojel ba'ax K'a'abet k yantalto'on kajak yéetel k'aas wa'atal, chéen ba'ale' kolnáalen bey Teeche' (I know we got off on wrong footing but I'm just like you,)"

You look for other words to say since you haven't spoken for a long while. "Je'el u páajtal in wáantikech! (I can help you!). The man laughs,

"Bixi?! (How?!)" You look for anything that could help you- then you remember your healing abilities. "Paakat (look)" You raise up the spear carefully, looking at the both of them so they don't think your being aggressive, you put the spear right above your wrist and cut yourself all the way to your shoulder.

It quickly healed. They had a straight face so you couldn't read their emotions but they all looked at each other- they finally made their decision.

"Taj ma'alo'ob (very well)" The woman takes out a green fish net bag, gets a weird story of device that looked like a can and handed it to the tall man. He cracked it open and rolled it to your feet.

2 seconds later it started to make sound, purple smoke started to come out of it. You started to feel a tingling sense in your lungs and started coughing, dizziness and nausea started to overcome you, now the tingling started to feel. Like. Burning.

The violet smoke was to overwhelming for you, you fell to the ground, last thing you saw was the woman's feathers on her head poking out before you passed out.

A/n: there is not enough namora fics!! Wattpad:saturnshaze

[creamecafe]

Can anyone please recommend me good Yucatec Maya translators online? I want to start writing for Namora and Attuma speaking Yucatec Maya (and of course Namor too) I need to find a good one because there's so many online and I don't know which is reliable or won't give me the wrong translation 😭😭 Please help me!!

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I have a cold and I’ve been having weird vivid dreams because of it. Last night I dreamt that Attuma, Namora, and Namor were all victims of the snap and turned to dust but reader refuses to accept they’re gone and is so torn apart with grief (she’s feeling the denial and anger stages mostly) that she gathers what remains of them (their jewelry, weapons, anything she can find) and works restlessly day in and day out to resurrect them sort of Frankenstein style. She loves them too much to let them go and is determined to raise them from the dead, one way or another. Whether through science or magic, she’s gonna bring them back or die trying. I am UPSET. Can’t believe my brain would create an angst fic while I’m asleep. I thought sleep was supposed to make you feel better. That being said if someone wants to write a fic similar to this idea, go for it. I’d love to read it. Even if it hurts.

[yoditopascal]

Béet

Attuma x black chubby reader smut

summary: With the alliance between Talokan and Wakanda in full swing, training and tactical drills have become a common occurrence. You were one of Shuri’s best and brightest scientists, so why were you stuck on med bay duty and why was the Talokanil Shark General coming in so often? content warnings: canon-typical violence, smut, p in v, attuma himself is a warning, cussing, begging, no real plot just literal attuma brainrot, you need a big boy, thigh riding, fingering, no use of y/n cuz I hate that shit, reader is afab, attuma being an ass, namora okoye and shuri make a cameo

The first time she saw him she was late.

Having missed her first few alarms she was late to work again for the 5th time in a row. Late nights of researching and assisting Shuri with recreating more of the heart shaped herb had finally caught up to her. The dinging of the elevator signaling that she had reached her floor had snapped her out of her thoughts and just as she stepped out onto the lab floor she had to stop herself from damn near walking straight into a huge blue mass. There on the lab floor stood Attuma, one of the generals from Talokan, the nation they had just formed a new alliance with. She had seen him in passing before, mainly when he and the other general Namor came down to run drills with Ayo and Okoye, but never this up close and personal.

God, he was kinda fine.

“Tu'ux le le general?”

He asked, his baritone voice rumbled from his chest as he gave her a once over. The scientist before him was a little thing coming up just under his shoulders but like him was by no means skinny.

She then remembered they didn’t speak the same language as everyone else did, she couldn’t understand him but the word general made it a little easier to figure out what he was there for, he probably had training again.

“Oh you looking for Ayo?”

“Máax ka'ansaje' táan u cargo bejla'e' mina'an ba'ax in k'áaj” his voice came out a little raspier as he stalked closer if that was even possible, and looked down at her from under his lashes.

“Yeeeeah I don’t- I’ll just get Shuri for you” she started cheeks heating up as she felt boxed in. The man was intimidated and he definitely knew it. “I believe Attuma is asking for the General,” an overhead voice interrupted them, “Namora is already on the 14th-floor training with Ayo and Okoye. I’ve taken the liberty of letting them know he’s here.” The young scientist had never been more thankful for the A.I.’s presence.

“Thanks GRIOT.”

“It is my pleasure” Just as she was about to turn her attention back towards Attuma the dinging of the elevator caught her attention as she watched Okoye and Namora enter the lab, both women nodding to her as they entered.

“Llegas chúunk'iin u Attuma” Namora scolded as she crossed her arms over her chest and frowned at the man under her breathing mask.

Waving her off he walked past her into the elevator she just came from but not without giving the scientist one last once over.

That was the start of her week on med bay duty. Once she had finally gotten all clocked in and settled at her work station Shuri had stopped her before she could get too invested in what she had on her desk.

That was the start of her week on med bay duty. Once she had finally gotten all clocked in and settled at her work station Shuri had stopped her before she could get too invested in what she had on her desk.

“I’m beginning to worry about you sister, it’s not like you to be late”

“I’m fine Princess-“

Shuri called her name giving her a stern look as she closed the scientist’s laptop forcing her to focus on her.

“I’m just tired is all” she said with a sigh rubbing her forehead trying to ease the beginnings of a headache she felt coming on.

“Maybe you should take a break”

“I can’t afford to take a break, besides you need all the help you can get with this Princess we’re so close to bringing it all back for good.” She pleaded and as Shuri shook her head at her.

“And we will bring it back but not with you at half capacity”

“Shuri-“

“I’m putting you on medical duty. The warriors have been getting roughed up more than usual lately because of the Talokanil soldiers and they could use your help.”

“Are you grounding me?”

“If I have to” “You’re taking a break one way or another.” Shuri chuckled as she pat her on her shoulder and sent her on her way right back out the door she came from.

Shuri wasn’t lying when she said the warriors were getting hurt a lot more than normal lately. Normally the Dora Milaje never had a reason to stop by the medical center on the other side of the building, they could take any and everything that was thrown at them but she suspected that ever since the two generals started sparring with them that it was a little bit more than they could handle, especially from Attuma the man was big damn near the size of M’Baku and she liked that about him.

With her back to the door, the young scientist typed away on her laptop, finishing up her notes from the other night, she didn’t hear the door to the office open until it slammed shut behind the intruder. Startled she jumped in her seat and turned to see Attuma standing furiously as blood seeped from his arm.

“Jesus you scared the shit outta me!”

He didn’t say anything as he stalked over towards her, his dark eyes glaring down at her clearly telling her he didn’t want to be there.

“What happened?” She questioned putting in a pair of gloves and getting out the cotton swabs and cleaning solutions, the cut wasn’t too bad, it was superficial at best, but with him coming and going from the ocean she didn’t want to risk it getting any kind of infection.

Not waiting for him to answer not that she thought he would she gathered her supplies and got to work patching him up.

“You don’t talk very much do you?”

Again he said nothing.

With a sigh, she wrapped up his arm in a waterproof bandage and sent him on his way.

That was just the start of their little meet-ups. Every few days for the last few weeks Attumaor some of his men would come in with a new injury on either his face, his arms or his torso, each one just as bad as the last, courtesy of either Namora or Okoye and each time he visited was just as awkward as the last.

“So what’s the weather like in Talokan?”

“Are you guys only blue on the surface or do you stay blue underwater?”

“Yo, you have gils?! How do they work? “Are they sensitive? Is this kinda like a The Deep kinda situation?”

She tried desperately to make conversation each time she saw the man but each time he just glared at her and went on his way.

By the 5th visit she had resorted to just straight up being an ass to him, she could tell it irritated him but that was usually the only way she could get any kind of conversation out of him.

“Bet Okoye did that to you huh?” She questioned pressing an antibiotic-soaked cotton ball to the cut on his cheek

“She told me she kicked your ass the last time.”

Oh fuck he probably doesn’t understand me she thought as she tried to make conversation. Now that she thought about it she doesn’t know why but she never considered whether he could actually understand her or not, that was probably why he never really answered her.

“Leti' desearía yantalto'on in pateado le!” He growled back with a hiss startling her as the cotton ball in her had pressed to his cut a little harder than she meant, GRIOT translated for her.

“Oh, so he speaks!” She chuckled more to herself. “And you can understand me” She stood going to throw away her gloves, judging by how he had come back without so much as a scratch from his last visit she figured he’d heal by the end of the night and wouldn’t need any bandaging “You just like being stubborn.”

Again he said nothing as he stared her down but this time not with a glare but with an emotion she couldn’t quite place.

“We’ll congratulations you’ll live,” she said with a smirk. Once more Attuma looked her up and down, his expression unreadable before he turned on his heel and left.

The third time he came in it was different.

When he stormed into the med bay like he normally did she noticed almost immediately his wound was a lot more serious this time as blood was pouring from the cut on his neck pooling under his bone gorget. The young scientist jumped from her seat rushing to get her equipment stumbling as she moved about.

“What happened?!”

There was no time for their normal banter as she tried to figure out how to get him to remove his collar. Reaching out to touch the shark teeth that adorn it she’s stopped in her tracks as he aggressively grabs her wrist, tightly holding it in place.

“I need to treat your wound Attuma,” she reasoned snatching her arm back “it looks bad.”

“Yéetel utsil” he huffed as GRIOT translated going to push past her to grab the bandages “Chéen envuélvelo yéetel túuxta'al in tin beel, ma' táan u humor teechi'”

“Look I know you’re used to throwin’ your weight around and getting what you want but I’m not about that shit ok?” She snapped back pushing him back so that he was leaning against the exam table. She knew he had let her but she liked to think she pushed him purely with her own strength. “You’re gonna sit here and let me clean you up.”

“Táak a in tin wu'uyaj meentik in” he snapped going to brush past her but as he reached for the door he felt her grab his forearm and stopped, turning to look back at her.

“Béet” she pleaded.

“Ba'ax” What? GRIOT translated

“ B-béet that’s how you say please right? I know you know what I’m saying so please just listen for once.”

“Multa.” he sighs through his nose going back to the examination table but sitting himself in her chair in front of it instead, if he was going to let her do this he definitely was going to give her an easy time.

“Are you going to tell me how this happened?” beginning to clean his wound out with a swab she thought she’d make small talk but Atuuma obviously had no intentions, examining his neck further she realized he was just another scrap like he always had but the blood pooling out of it had scared her, a lot more than she’d like to admit.

“We going back to the silent treatment again?” again he did nothing but stare as she worked on him from between his legs leaning over him continued to clean the now-closing injury.

With a sigh, she began to pull away when a hand on her arm stopped her "Ba'axten jach dispuesto a wáantiken?" GRIOT translated for him. His grip was firm but still somewhat soft. “It's my job to help you,” she said pulling away and looking into his eyes, there was that same unreadable look in them again. With a slight roll of the eyes. He released his grip. "Yaan ba'ax ma' táan a wa'alik ti' teen." His voice lowered with a bit of annoyance as the A>I> continued to translate for the pair. ”Like I said I know you're Mr. Big and Bad down on the battlefield but you don’t gotta be tough shit here, let somebody take care of you for once.” she said putting a hand to his cheek. His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked into her eyes. His annoyance left as his hand moved onto hers.

Attuma’s eyes briefly flickered up to her lips before going back up meeting her dark eyes again pupils blown wide. He reached up to brush her cheeks with his fingers, thumb tracing over her bottom lip before he leans his masked lips down to hers, trying to kiss her through the material heavy and needy, the force almost knocking her onto her back as she began to kiss him back.

Giving her chest a gentle squeeze his hand slid downward palming at her chest through her shirt drawing out a low moan as his other hand gripped at her thighs and hips practically dragging her into his lap as he worked her pants off.

“Beetej.” he breathed her in as he began to rock her clothed cunt against his knee soaking it in the process.

She moves her hips even quicker, rocking on his thigh, the inside of her own thighs soaked. “Fuck.” She moans, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck to hold him impossibly closer. Eyes closed she could practically feel Attuma staring up at her, his hands roaming her back and chest before coming to rest on her stuttering hips.

Gripping her hips hard he takes over, making her ride his thigh, basking in the soft sounds he was pulling from her. He can feel her cunt clenching against him through her underwear, can feel the wetness pooling on his bare thigh, and he fucking loved it.

“Beetej,” he groaned throwing his head back “Je'el u páajtal a take'”

Slowly, he presses his knee up higher as she grinds down on him adding even more friction. Her eyes fall close and her mouth drops open in a breathy moan as she tries to grip his broad shoulders, hands too small to fully encompass them. She’s unable to kiss him on his lips due to his mask but she still leans forward to press her forehead to his as he continued to work her open.

“Attuma.” She hissed, grasping at his hands as he increased his speed.

“B-bèet…”

“A'al ka'a.” he panted not relenting in his pace as he dragged her down even harder.

“Bèet- fuck please just don’t stop!” Hips bucking wildly she came with a hoarse cry, shaking and riding him as he still rocked her over his thigh.

“Please…” she continued to beg, beginning to feel the twinges of overstimulation. “Please…”

With a loud growl, he ripped her from his thigh and turned her around pressing her chest to the cold steel table below them. The temperature a sharp contrast to her hot skin, as she feels him begins to undress them both.

“Táak in wu'uyikech,” his dark gaze trailed down her back as he tugged her underwear down and tossed them to the side along with her top and bra. His fingers grazed over her clit softly before sinking in curling and scissor around in her spongey walls while his thumb worked at her sensitive bundle of nerves.

Having already been on the end it didn’t take long for her to come again around his finger. Looking back at him as she spasmed on the table she saw hi cock looking painfully hard and dark as it strained against his lower abdomen, leaking at the tip, and looking bigger than she’d imagined

“Jach jodidamente mojado,”Attuma’s voice was rough as he watched her come unraveled beneath him, her arms struggling to hold herself up at she twitched around him uncontrollably on the table.

“A'al ti' teen wa Yaaj in” he said slowly easing his cock into her as he pulled her up and turned her to be on top of him as he set himself back down into her desk chair almost not fitting as he spread his legs.

She cursed, burying her face in the crook of his neck again, her hands roaming his chest and shark tooth scarring on his tummy. She mouthed at his neck kissing at his gils under his apparatus as he began to thrust up into her, already setting a rough pace. They both moaned in unison as she started to bounce, her legs trembling as he split her open on his lap.

“Attuma fuck!”

“Teech jach jodidamente ki'ichpam,”he sighed, Attuma’s voice was hushed as he watched her reaching her peak and tried to kiss her softly through his mask.She felt his hips begin to stutter and began to plead once more.

“Please, I need to feel you”

A strangled sound left Attuma’s mouth, as he roughly slammed up into her hard one final time the loud squelching music to his ears as she continued to bounce softly in his lap while the steady rhythm of his thrusts began to dissolve into a desperate frenzy, moaning huskily as he filled her with his thick hot cum.

As they both came down from their highs she stayed in his lap gently rocking until she came to a full stop. Cum immediately started to seep from between them but before she could stand up to clean up, not that she thought she could at that moment, a blue hand came into her line of vision and pulled her face to his as he kissed her lazily for a moment before pulling away.

It’s then that she noticed that in the heat of it all, he ripped his mask away, drenching them both in seawater and sweat.

“Bèet ìfè mi, again,” she said her voice barely above a whisper as he leaned down to kiss her once more lifting her up to set her back on the examination table.

Translations: Tu'ux le le general? -Where is the general? Máax ka'ansaje' táan u cargo bejla'e' mina'an ba'ax in k'áaj -Whoever’s in charge now I don’t care Llegas chúunk'iin u Attuma -You’re late Attuma Leti' desearía yantalto'on in pateado le! -She wishes she kicked my ass! Yéetel utsil -It’ll be fine Chéen envuélvelo yéetel túuxta'al in tin beel, ma' táan u humor teechi' -Just wrap it and send me on my way I’m in no mood for you Táak a in tin wu'uyaj meentik in -you want me to listen than make me Béet -Please Ba'ax -What? Multa -Fine Ba'axten jach dispuesto a wáantiken -Why are you so willing to help me? Yaan ba'ax ma' táan a wa'alik ti' teen -there's something you're not telling me Beetej -Keep going Je'el u páajtal a take' -you can take it A'al ka'a. -Say it again Táak in wu'uyikech -I want to hear you Jach jodidamente mojado -So fucking wet A'al ti' teen wa Yaaj in -Tell me if it hurts Teech jach jodidamente ki'ichpam -You’re so fucking beautiful ìfè mi -my love (in Yoruba)

@lunamoonbby

[fandomnerd9602]

May I request a Namora x OC Fisherman?

Namora comes face to face with Y/N…

Y/N: hello

Namora: hello. D-do you come here often?

Y/N: on occasion

Namora: perhaps you could visit more often?

Y/N: I think I will

Namora actually blushes…

[ijustwantogethigh]

both, i want both.

namor x y/n x shuri

tw: kind a polyamorous , sightly nsfw, possesive behaviour, kindnaping, maybe voueyerism, bottom y/n,passing out. etc. AFAB READER STILL M!READER.

do not romantice, behave or horny jail.

plot: shuri tried to escape from namor,but now she's tied up to a bed frame,some how,her boyfriend comes to save her but now she has to watch how namor tries to steal her boyfriend.

''come one, just one hand and i'll stop bothering, i can't swim!'' shuri says, almost shouting.

''thats not the problem, the problem is princess, that i don't trust you anymore, the queen has come, the girl who almost kill namora and who is next-''

''me,'' before y/n hit him,letting the god a pair of inches apart.

with a suprised voice, shuri shouted his name.

''y/n! what are you doing here?¡''

''i'am here to save you, the girl is alive we can-''

and namor hit him back, but this time y/n was resting unconsious on the floor.

''and...is he important princess..? it's a shame, i need to kill him. he's beautifull''

namor lift the body changing it to the bed were shuri is tied.

''dont touch him!you aren't gonn' kill anybody!'' she hissed.

''calm down, well... what about a deal?''

''first, no and what kind of deal..? i wouldn't left my boyfriend here namor''

''do you're mommy never teach you to share?''he said in a humurous tone.

''what...? a-are you really asking me to fuck my boyfriend? he isn't a slut,or an object! you can't have both of us, no one!!''

''oh,,princess...i change my opinion, both,i want both..''

then he kiss her cheek.

sorry i need to post this uncooked but, i dont feel alright and i promissed something so, may write an entire fic with this dinamic, but with a little wait so i can repair my laptop. lov u ggs see ya!

[havenscribes]

Only Warriors - Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Wakandan!Regent!Reader - Chapter Two

Word Count: 2100-ish words

Warnings: just violence, reader is a smart-ass and has PTSD, putting the enemies in enemies to lovers

Almost drowning is really peaceful once you accept it. As my body was being crushed under the weight of what felt like all of the water in the River Seine, my life didn’t flash before my eyes, believe it or not. Maybe I knew that I wasn’t going to die just yet, and Bast saved my once-in-a-lifetime nostalgia for the real deal, but I’ve got to say, it really wasn’t that bad. The water was a little chilly because it was November, and it was like a cleansing flood, silencing the never ending chatter from the night. But then, all at once, the water in my lungs, ears, and stomach exited my body and I lurched forward onto the steps I’d just come down from. Heaving and coughing, coming back from the dead was a lot grosser than I thought. But when I thought I was safe, the assailant brought me back down to Earth.

“Y/n, daughter of Ayila, ambassador of Wakanda. Rise.”

As much as I would love to, I was a little busy throwing up water and shivering. I thought about standing, but as soon as I was on my feet I would've fallen, so Namor would have to settle for me lying on my side. He floated down in front of me with all of the regality he was owed and two soldiers to his right and left rode a wave onto the stairs. As much as I’d heard of Namor and the Talokanil, I was still surprised to notice that they were very blue. At least, Attuma and Namora were. Namor was quite human looking, except for the pointed tips of his ears and his wings. Logically, I doubted that they were what enabled him to fly, being that they couldn’t have been longer than a foot across each. Still, his figure was unbelievable.

Layers of corded muscle in his arms and a proud chest were adorned by a golden mantle engraved with scales. From the mantle hung a ruby cape leading all the way to his feet. Where his powerful legs met he wore an intricate green and black woven fabric, but all this embellishment couldn’t hold a candle to his headdress. It was a masterpiece carved out of gold, clearly fit for a god. Fashioned in the shape of a serpent’s head, its teeth and eyes were the finest emeralds. An array of feathers and leaves sprouted straight up from the back of it imitating razor sharp spikes, and despite all of this decoration, his eyes were the most striking of all. Up close, they were like pools of anger, burning with pride. 

I forced my eyes away, but immediately, he spoke, drawing them right back up. 

“Are you acting as queen?” He implored, still towering over me.

“No, I’m the garbage man.” I replied drily, even though I was soaked to the bone. Maybe if I kept him talking, Shuri would reappear and come kick his ass again.

“Where is the queen?” Namore asks again, more insistently. His soldiers point their weapons at me, and the vibranium in my rings starts to vibrate softly, picking up on… something. Then the humming noises aren’t on me, they move around me, swimming and strumming almost like the sirens’ songs, only more grounded. They evolve into something more… chirpy. Shit.

This was supposed to be my solo mission. After security was heightened so many times, it took forever to convince the Dora Milaje to allow any of the Royal family out without at least 6 of their soldiers, and the first time they say yes, Namor comes and they have to clean up my mess. I’m never going to live this down, but at least I know I’m going to keep living.

“She’s occupied. Can I pass along a message for you?” I ask coyly, batting my eyelashes at him. Namor’s nostrils flare once, and the air is still in the room. Then, faster than anything, Namora lunges at me. 

She reaches ferociously, grabbing at my neck, but I block her with my salute and break it, snapping into a fighting position like a whip. I don’t have time to worry about the other two because then I hear the unmistakable sound of a spear slicing through a body. At first there’s just the slight whistle and thrum of wood and vibranium soaring through the air. Then a squelch of tissue being split and the hitch when it finally stops moving. Namor whips his head around to see his second general, Attuma, pierced straight through the left side. He looks around wildly, searching for the perpetrator and locks eyes with the Winter Soldier.

Namor grabs his wounded fighter, crashing through the windows on the ceiling. I barely have time to duck before the Winter Soldier chucks three, four, five more spears through the air at my opponent. Namora expertly jumps and weaves past them, but lands harshly skidding across the floor. Behind her, the Black Panther waits in the shadows and traps her in a headlock.

“Are you hurt?” I hear a heavy, sarcastic, distinctly male voice grumble from somewhere behind me, but I can’t place it. Too busy planning an escape route, I don’t even respond. That’s another reason why it took so long for the Dora to approve this mission: I have trouble with catastrophes. Every major event where thousands, if not millions of lives are lost, including some of my loved ones, starts off just like this. I’m unprepared, I’m vulnerable, and I have no idea how to stop the villain instead of just escaping. And the villain sometimes looks a lot like the man who was in the audience earlier twenty feet away from me. 

“Are you okay? Can you hear?” The voice is right behind me, and two big hands grab my shoulders, giving me a light shake. I scream louder than thought was possible, and writhe away from him with horror. His eyes are wide in surprise like he’s not one of the most notorious men on the planet.

“I’m–” Out of breath. “I’m fine. Where’s Namor? Wha–” I twist in his arms, looking frantically through the crowd of fighting Dora and Talokanil, the flashes of light and scrapes of metal. “Where’s Shuri?”

“Wherever she is, she can hold her own, but you need to get out of here.”

I still completely and screw my face up at him, shocked at his audacity. Who the hell is he to tell me where to go?

“Someone who’s been in a billion other situations like this, so trust me. I know when we’re outmatched.” He replies, arching his brow. I’m so taken aback by the nerve he’s showing that I don’t say anything, just stare at him like he’s crazy, because he is. He slides his hands to his hips, staring back, daring me to challenge his authority. After a while, he just shakes his head and grabs my upper arm, pulling me along. “Trust me or don’t. I don’t care, but I’m not going to let you die here.” His grip is soft, giving me room to get away if I really want, but his motion is unstoppable. I find myself struggling to keep up with his pace as he leads us away from the calamity and for some reason, I can’t look away from his hand on my arm. 

The cold November air stings compared to the heated floors of the venue, and the wind blown around from the jet only makes things worse. It arrives as silent as an arrow, purple lights tracing every line, but this one is only a soldier’s ship. The real light show is the royal aircraft which takes my breath away everytime. Beside me the Winter Soldier still stands stoic as ever, hands covered over his front. Deep lines are etched in his face from frowning all these years, but he somehow looks happy to see Ayo’s face out from underneath the cargo door. Well, he’s not literally smiling, but the scowl he wore lessens and his eyes brighten up.  

 Her spear glints in the light, and she taps it to the ground twice, before crossing her arms over her armor. I can’t lie either, a part of me softens too when I see Ayo. As my knight, she was assigned to me when I was younger to train me in self-defense and accompany me wherever I went until I was proficient enough on my own. Only a few years older than me, she took the responsibility head on and taught me everything she knows. Even today, as I’ve grown, seeing her after a crisis feels like a balm on my heart. 

“What happened, usisi?” Her eyebrows crinkle in the middle in concern, and before I know it, tears are streaming down my face. I stand silently in the cold, sniffling until Kena, her second in command, throws an arm around my shoulder and leads me into the warmed-up jet. 

For some time, we sit in comfortable silence, allowing me to process the chaos of the night. The very same fear-mongering villain who’d haunted me whenever I left Wakanda came alive and I had to face him. My aunt’s killer was back to claim more lives, and I did nothing but let him attack. It was all just too much to handle.

Kena sits in her seat and turns around to face me, holding out a handkerchief. I gather myself, wiping my eyes and clear my throat. 

“I wish I’d have fought back.”

Kena hums at my wishful thinking, already knowing not to say anything significantly agreeing or disagreeing. Years have passed, and she’s tired of telling me I’m too hard on myself.

“Well, you certainly made an impression on Namor. And the Black Panther has proved herself to be more than capable of protecting herself against him, so there’s no point in being disappointed in yourself.” 

“Do you think he’s going to come and find me?” I ask her, hesitantly. Shuri can hold her own, but if I’m attacked on my own, there’s no chance I’ll be able to escape him. 

“No, not if he knows what’s good for him. If he really wants to conquer the surface world, he knows Wakanda is his only enemy, and attacking us will put a swift end to his operation.” She replies, cool as a cucumber. I’ve always envied her poker face.

“How long until the Queen joins us?” Maybe I’m asking to many questions, but after everything that’s just happened, I deserve some comfort. She purses her lips and looks at the floor of the jet as if she were holding something back. “Kena?” I whisper, tentatively, because maybe I don’t want to know the answer. Fear rises in my throat, and my hands shake even more, just like that day in Vienna. Kena grabs my hand and squeezes it, giving me an encouraging look.

“The Black Panther lives, and Namor has given his word to respect her safety as she ventures to Talokan in his company.”

“Again!” I whine a little, but I can’t help it. So much endangerment for the same conclusion over again. Namor will never forgive the surface world, and Shuri will never turn it over to his wrath.

“It was her choice, usisi. We must respect it.” She keeps her impenetrable expression.

“Right. Of course.” I reply bitterly. Every day I’m thankful that it’s not my job to protect her. I settle into my seat more, taking a deep breath for the first time in what feels like ages, but then Kena’s Kimoyo beads rumble on her wrist and she stands abruptly, grabbing her spear. My eyes go wide like saucers and my hand starts to shake on the armrest as I push myself up. 

She whips around and pushes my shoulder back down into the seat: “Relax, I’ve only been called by Ayo. Rest.” She looks me up and down, taking in my disheveled dress and hair. “You need it.”

I can’t help but feel like something more serious is at hand because of how she squeezes her spear like it might be ripped from her at any moment. 

She opens the door and walks down the ramp, and it folds back up just as I stretch my head to look through it. I catch a glimpse of the Winter Soldier talking to Ayo, looking at the ship with irritation and his arms crossed over his chest. Whatever she’s saying, he is not pleased by it. Good, maybe she’s finally taking him to jail for the numerous traitorous deeds he’s committed.

[quigonswife8]

Awe: Namor x fem! reader

Namor sees you in the dress his cousin had made and gifted you, finding himself in awe.

In my 'headpiece' fic I wrote about Namora giving you a dress as a gift in the past, and I thought it would be cute to write a fic about it :)

This is veeery long, definitely got carried away with this but I still love it :)

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Namora is your best friend. She had actually been the first of K’uk’ulkan’s people to welcome you. Usually she would have been hesitant around surface dwellers but seeing the way her cousin lit up when he was around you- the amount of love in his eyes- she couldn't help but warm up to you.

When your favourite dress had been wrecked a few months back Namora had already planned to make you a dress. When she finished it she wrapped it and decided on when to give it to you, a few days later.

-Now-

Quiet. That's what it is when you awake from your slumber. It's quiet- peaceful. perfect, and your partner? He's fast asleep, while one of his arms are wrapped around you.

I could get used to this

K'uk'ulkan is usually gone by the time you wake up. Duties and all that, so it's nice when he's there. He looks so peaceful, head turned away, and his hair is messy- unbrushed- but perfect, nonetheless. Honestly he looks great with bed-hair, always gives you an excuse to run your fingers through his hair when it's like this.

You could lay there staring at your love forever. Not in a creepy way, though. It's just nice to see how at peace he is. his heartbeat is soothing as you lay your head against his chest- and man he has the most comfortable chest. That's why you love leaning against him, he makes the perfect pillow.

It's been a few days since a not-so-nice confrontation between K’uk’ulkan’s people and other people’s resulting in a few of his people being killed, along with a few of the the other person’s people. Your king had gotten into a fight, nearly killed the person, until they yielded and they came to some sort of piece.

Reminds you of when he'd come to the agreement with the Wakandan's.

Pulled out of your thoughts by your love waking. A quiet groan slipping from his lips, his eyes slowly opening welcoming the room around. Then he looks down at you, and he already smiles.

"Morning..."

He dips his head, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

"Morning, my love."

You lean your head back on his chest.

"...how did you sleep?"

"Perfect with you by my side."

He presses another kiss to your head. Snuggling your head more into his chest you chuckle;

"You just woke up and you're already flirting, my king."

My king hearing you say this drives him crazy. It sounds so perfect coming from your mouth compared to other people. It just rolls so perfectly off your tongue.

"...you know you love it, my queen."

I see what he did there

Though it still doesn't feel real that you're his queen. That he chose you out of anyone to be with, to be his queen. It's still surreal but you wouldn't change it for the world.

"Yeah yeah."

Namor chuckles, resting his head on top of yours. He could stay like this forever- he wishes he could- to just be with you…but then there’s a knock at the door.

'K'abéet in t'aan ta wéetel, in Ajaw."- I need to talk to you my king.

Attuma

It must be urgent based on the tone of his voice. He sighs "i'll be there soon." and then he glances down at you.

"I'm..."

"It's okay my love. You need to do this...I just wish we had more time.”

He nods:

"Me too…”

"I'll be here when you get back."

He holds onto you just a little longer, quickly changing, and then he leaves to speak to Attuma.

You catch a few words, but the rest is muffled, hard to make out.

Things are clear when he pops back in a moment “I need to go.” and as much as you want him to stay, you nod.

“I love you.”

He smiles back at you, resting his hand on the doorframe a moment.

“I love you.”

-

"(y/n)."

Namora

Turning your chair around, you stand up. It's nice to see Namora in more laidback attire as she usually wears different attire. With a gorgeous blue dress matched with a belt, it falls down against her legs.

"Hey!"

Approaching Namora you also notice how her hair is down rather than up.

"...hey."

You bring yourself forward for a hug but when Namora stops you, you tilt your head.

"Is..."

"Tin betaj teech ba'al [I made you something]."

She did?

"That's very thoughtful of you Nam, but you didn't have to."

Namora brings her hands out from behind her back, revealing the beautifully wrapped present.

"Ba'ale' Teene' yaabilmech"- but I wanted to.

Namora moves her hands forward motioning for you to take it. Eyes flicking down to the present, back to Namora, you smile at her.

"Well..." I could never resist a gift. You take the present from her hands, a nod of appreciation following. "...thank you, Nam."

Namora mirrors your previous actions: head bowing.

"Mix ba'a ti', mina'am u talamil."- you're welcome.

The next minute involves you unwrapping the gift and tossing the wrapping away in the bin [though it seemed so pretty to throw out if you're being honest] and when you have the gift in your hand fully unwrapped you unfold whatever she'd made you.

It falls down, and your eyes immediately widen in response. Though it's hard to form words because what can you say to this? "woah." and you would be lying if you didn't say your brain wasn't malfunctioning right now.

"Woah."

It's a dress. A gorgeous blue dress, hand-made but better than you could have ever asked for, better than so many people. Namora, like her cousin, is super talented: it definitely runs in the family, and it definitely shows. Hands move over the dress turning it around fully looking over it.

You had gotten your dress ruined a few months back. It was your favorite dress too, so it was crushing when it happened. It was a dress you'd received from a close friend before they had sadly passed, so it was one of your only things left of them. So this is not just some dress to you, it's everything to you.

"Namora..."

Tucking the dress under your armpit you take Namora's hands.

"I..."

"In wojel."- I know

She knows how much this means to you, you don't have to tell her.

"Ku ki'imaktal in wóol ti' teech utsak."- I'm glad you like it.

"Correction..." you reply. "I love it."

You let her hands go to grab the dress and look at it again. Namora crosses her arms, leaning back against something.

"K'a'abet a ts'áik ti' teech."- you should put it on.

You smile.

"That's a perfect idea!" dress in hand you start walking off. "I'll be back."

Namora watches as you disappear behind the corner to change. So it’s a surprise for when she sees you in it.

-

The dress is perfect on you. It fits perfectly and the color matches your eyes.

You have to admit that you look good. "I look...amazing." Namora stands nearby, proud of her work, and happy to finally see you wearing the dress. After months she's finally able to see you wear it and you look amazing: the perfect person to wear the dress.

You do a spin, looking up and down the dress getting more of a look.

"I love this dress Nam."

It really brings out the colour in your eyes the more you look at it.

"...I really love it."

Namora pushes away from what she's leaning against and approaches you. You stop spinning to face Namora: one of your hands move to rest on her shoulder.

"Thank you, really. This means a lot to me."

She sighs softly and nods;

"Mix ba'a ti', mina'am u talamil." -you’re welcome

You're truly happy to have Namora in your life, as your best friend, as someone you just love dearly.

"Hey Namora can I..."

Though you lose your words and you turn around. Looking over at him, the surprise written on your face evident to anyone around.

"K’uk’ulkan?"

He's standing by the door, but his eyes are slightly widened. He isn't saying anything either and it worries you.

"K'uk'ulkan?”

This seems to snap him out of his daze slightly, enough to say something.

"You're perfect."

No not just perfect. Stunning. Incredible. beautiful. this dress...it's perfect on you like really perfect it's hard to describe how he feels when he looks at you. Though the main thing is awe: he's in awe and Namora can see this.

He has never been this in love before until you. He's truly equivocally in love with you more than words could ever describe.

You are already perfect, but this dress is more than perfect on you. It was made for you, truly.

"This dress is...it is perfect on you, my love."

You glance back at Namora for a second, then back to your partner.

"Namora made this for me, my love. Your cousin is very talented."

He knows, and he loves it. He can tell that it runs in the family, and he;s happy to share a talent with his cousin.

"She is..."

With some glances shared between the two, he looks at you again.

"...it truly is perfect on you."

He pulls you closer, squeezing your hands.

"...you are perfect, my love."

You love this man so much...so much. Only someone who loves you this much would react in such a way and it makes you feel special. feel loved. he just loves, and that means more than anything to you.

"I love you."

"And I love you too."

Meanwhile Namora watches, unable to hide her smile. She loves your relationship and wishes for one like it one day. To be able to be loved like you love eachother, to care like you care for eachother, to live everyday for eachother. To just love.

Namora makes the decision to leave the two of you alone, so she starts to leave.

Before she leaves, though, you look at her again.

“Thank you, Nam.”

Nam nods, and then soon leaves, until it’s you and Namor again. He pulls you close, and you settle into his touch sighing softly.

"I've missed you."

"I've missed you too."

As little time as you have together, it still means so much. To just be in each other's arms, to show each other how much you love one-another. To be able to just be together means more than anything.

"I'm glad you're here with me."

There are a million words he wants to say, but settles on three. Three words that make you melt even though he's said it to you many times.

[killmongerskeepermain]

Her Heart // Chapter 2 // Shuri

Pairing: Shuri x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Violence // TW Kidnapping // Blood // Torture // Graphic

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4

The communication cut mid sentence and you fiddled with the bracelet before a curse slipped from your lips as nothing happened. "Fuck. Griot what happened?"

"Our communications are down. I am trying to reboot them now." 

"All communications?" You questioned as the lights dimmed.

"Quickly." You said before a loud bang was heard throughout the palace. "Everyone find shelter now! Queen, Namora come with me." You led the two to a secret room behind a painting for the three of you to seek refuge for the time being. You put in the code and pulled the door open, ushering the two inside. When the door locked back in place you held your wrists up in the air. 

"Griot, what's happening?" You asked and video footage appeared showing at least 6 men walking through the palace with guns and armor. "Who are they?"

"They look to be regular mercenaries." Namora stated and you shook your head. No. You knew what mercenaries looked like.

"These aren't just regular mercenaries. Where are we on those comms?" You asked with your back against the wall.

"They should be back online within the next few minutes." He responded and you prayed Shuri was on her way back. You can hold your own in a fight, but against 6 armed mercenaries and a pregnant queen under your protection, this could prove a problem. You held your head low as the queen rubbed her belly. 

"Who do you think they are?" She asked and you shrugged. You honestly had no idea. 

"I can't tell. Surely they're not from the states, they can barely tell when vibranium is just a trap to stop them from trying to steal it. They're not that bright." You replied as Griot announced the communications were back up. You quickly dial for Shuri who answered on the first ring. "Shuri." 

"Where are you my love?" She asked and you sighed. It was good to hear her voice.

"In the safe room behind the Bast painting. There are mercenaries in the palace. I don't know who sent them or why they're here." 

"Stay there. We'll come get you." She told you and you let out a sigh of relief. 

"Okay. They're coming to get us." You told the two Talokan women who also had relief flash over their features. You couldn’t believe someone had infiltrated the palace.  You leaned against the wall before Griot called out to you. "Ms. Y/N. The Royal Jet has landed."

“Good. Hopefully the intruders will see the black panther and make a break for it.” You said as you played with the ring on your finger. You couldn't stop the smile that appeared on your face as you heard the lock to the safe room click. The door slowly opened and Shuri walked in the room with dark eyes. You couldn't shake the feeling that you were in danger. It's Shuri. Why would you be in danger? Your smile faded as she approached you. Her curls fell over her eyes as she stood over you.

"Shuri-"

"Ms. Y/N. The panther is coming to you now." It was then you realized who you were talking to through your bracelet. That you were in danger.

"Hello my love."

// Royal Jet //

"So you really don't know who from Talokan would start a war?" Shuri questioned and Namor shook his head. He was just as worried as the princess. His queen was in the palace which is currently on lockdown. Shuri went to speak but Grio's voice cut into her conversation. 

"Princess. The palace had been compromised." He said and Shuri's heart fell to her stomach. 

"What of Y/N and the Queen?" She asked as the royal jet flew to the landing pad.

"In the safe room behind the painting." As soon as the jet landed Shuri activated her helmet and ran out of the ship with Okoye and Ayo close behind. Attuma and Namor quickly joined them in case their queen was in danger. Shuri ran all the way to the painting and came to an abrupt stop when she realized the door was ajar. Creeping up to the door she saw Namora lying on the floor unconscious. Namor was quick to run up to her, falling to his knees pulling her up off the floor. 

"Namora. Can you hear me my child?" He asked softly and Shuri feared the worst. Namora was alone. Where were you? Are you hurt? Are you hiding? Where is the queen? Shuri ran to her lab and found her staff lying unconscious on the ground.

"Griot." The princess called out, trying not to assume the worst as she kneeled down to one of her staff members. 

"It appears everyone is okay just rendered unconscious by a knockout gas. They should be waking up any minute now." 

"Griot I need-" she stopped mid sentence trying not to let her emotions run wild and the AI system waited for her next instructions. "Do you have any footage from the last two hours? The entire palace." 

"Yes princess. Allow me to pull the footage. Although I will warn you, it will be hard to watch." He said and Shuri's head perked up as the helmet came off. The footage pulled up on the screen and she watched as the arms group blew through the wall of the downstairs area. Another camera caught you opening the safe room door for the three of you to hide in. A third panel showed the intruders tossing cans of knockout gas into her lab. The scientists had no chance and fell to the floor one by one in coughing fits until everyone passed out. Someone walked into the lab searching for something. She couldn’t tell who she was looking at as they kept a hood over their head. They bent down to grab a kimoyo bracelet off of one of the scientists before making their way out into the hall. The next camera angle is what made her heart shatter. 

She watched someone open the safe room door. No. Not someone. But herself. A doppelganger of some sorts. Okoye and Ayo silently entered the lab and watched on as their princess balled her fists. Two of the mercs tried to detain you but you were quicker and more nimble than they were. You easily knocked out the two assailants and she watched on as the fake Shuri walked up to you. By the look in your eyes you knew something was up. The two of you exchanged words before the fake Shuri quickly wrapped a hand around your throat and pinned you to the wall. You were quick on your feet and jumped to bring your legs around her neck and twisted your body until you fell out of her grasp. You pulled a dagger from your boot and went in for a fight. The fake dodged your blows perfectly landed a couple on your side but you didn’t falter. You fought till the end. That was just the kind of person you are. You went for a quick jab but was shocked when she grabbed your wrist stopping the blade as it was an inch from her throat. She pulled a syringe from her pocket and jabbed it into your neck. It didn't take long for your body to fall limp in her arms. Tossing you over her shoulder she tilted her head towards the queen and Namora before walking out of the safe room. Before leaving the frame, the fake looked up at the security camera with a smirk on her face as she walked away with Y/N. Her Y/N.

"That's enough Griot!" Okoye shouted and the AI cut the footage. She watched as her princess shoulder shook and she approached her slowly. "Shuri. We will find her. And we will bring her back home."

"I left her. She didn't want me to go and I left her." Shuri mumbled and Okoye put her hand on her shoulder.

"You couldn't have known this was going to be the outcome. We were all blindsided by this." She tried to reason but Shuri couldn't hear her over her heart beating through her ears. Everything just went silent. The only sounds she could hear was the beeping from her lab computers and the sound of her own heart. Hey eyes couldn’t stay focused on anything as she thought back to you fighting to protect yourself and the queen.

"It was a strategic play. To get the leaders away from their people." Ayo said and Namor entered the lab. 

"Whoever they are, they also took my wife. They're both alive. But there's no way of telling for how long. Attuma is going to take Namora back to Talokan. I'm staying here to help bring them back." His voice was laced with a rage that Shuri knew all too well.

"We don't even know who they are! All I know is I saw myself on that security camera. Me! Another me! I don't know. It looked like me." 

"A shape-shifter then?" Namor said and everyone looked at him. "Give it some thought. The Talokan warrior came to you with the threat of an attack. The Wakanda warrior came to us asking for Amera's presence here in the palace. What if it's the same person?" He questioned and everything started to make sense.

"Just like Y/N said it was a setup. We have to find them." 

"Princess if I may?" Griot spoke out and Shuri nodded. "Y/N's kimoyo beads and earrings are still active. She also thought ahead and gave a bracelet to Queen Amera as a precaution." Shuri couldn't help the smile on her lips as she thanked Bast for your quick thinking.

"That's my girl. Griot see if you can pinpoint their location."

// Unknown Location //

Your eyes slowly fluttered open, everything was blurred as you tried to focus your vision. The annoying sound of water dripping was enough to cause your head to pound until a voice called out to you.

"Y/N. Y/N are you okay?" The voice was soft and full of concern as your vision finally cleared. You turned your head to see Queen Amera chained to the opposite wall. You moved to get to her but the chain around your wrist stopped you. 

"Where the hell are we? Are you hurt?" You questioned and she sighed.

"Some rig in the middle of the ocean. They didn't inject me with anything as they done to you, but I was blindfolded on the way here." She told you and you bit your lip to think of a plan. If you could get the Queen into the water, she can swim away and notify Namor and Shuri. You'd have to buy time. "Y/N." She called out to you again, stopping your mental quarrel. The door up the stairs opened and you heard footsteps descending down the steps.

"You're awake. Good." You looked up to meet Shuri's brown eyes. Her curls sat on top of her head just as they did this morning. But no it couldn't be your Shuri. This was someone else. 

"Who the hell are you?" You questioned and she chuckled.

"That's no way to talk to the princess." She said and you tensed. Two of the guards with her walked over to Amera as she scrambled back to the wall. "Make her talk. We need to know Talokan's exact location."

"Shouldn't you already know? Your highness." You spat and her eyes flickered over to where you were chained. She let her mask falter for a split second as her two henchmen stalked closer to you. She held up her hand and the two guards paused their approach before she slowly walked over to you. She reached for your wrists as her eyes scanned over the kimoyo beads. 

"Let's see if these work, yeah? Call her." She smirked as you snatched your arm away. "I won't ask again." You couldn't help the frown that appeared on your face as she let out an irritated sigh. "Fine. Cut the baby out then kill the queen. Then Ms. Y/N."

Your body froze as they continued their advance to Amera would was trying her best to scramble away. "No please! Not my baby." They pinned her to the ground and you couldn't stay silent. 

"No! No! Okay! Okay. Alright." You sighed and the two guards moved away from her. You raised your wrist before dialing Shuri and you kept your eyes on the fake. 

"Y/N! Sthandwa are you okay?" The panicked princess questioned and before you could speak the fake Shuri cut you off.

"Princess! How nice to finally speak with you."

"Who are you? What do you want?" Shuri asked as Griot secretly traced the call. Okoye stood by the princess while Namor sat across the way.

"That isn't of importance right now. All you need to know is I need something from you. A couple of things actually." The fake said as you watched her every move. You couldn't show how scared you were. Not in front of her. "Starting with the data you have on the heart shaped herb. You actually recreated it after Stevens burned it to the ground. Fascinating."

"How do you know about that?" Shuri froze. Not knowing how someone would have access to that information.  

"I have my ways. But can you do that for me?"

"You want me to help you? Have you lost your mind?" Shuri sneered and the fake kneeled down in front of you, pulling the other dagger out of your boot.

"Not lost. Simply reevaluated. Question for you Princess, do you know just how fast Y/N can heal herself?" Before you could answer she stabbed you in the side causing you to scream out as you fell on your back. "Oh come on I barely pricked you." 

"Y/N!" Amera's voice called out to you as you felt your blood seep from the wound.

Shuri's body trembled as she listened to your pained groan. "Stop." It came out barely above a whimper. Unless you were right next to her, her plea wouldn't have been heard.

"Look, she's already healed herself!" The fake cheered as she grabbed your chin. "Good girl." She let go of you before standing to her full height. One that mirrored the princess.

"Princess Shuri, you have five hours to make your decision. Until then, Y/N and I are going to have a bit of fun." Shuri fell to her knees before the fake continued her speech. "As for you, K'uk'ulkan. Your wife could pop any second now. A mutant child from an underwater kingdom will go for a pretty penny. She should survive the birth. Maybe. Maybe not but who's keeping track?" 

Namor stood at the mention of his wife while Shuri sat trying to think of the best way to handle this. Her brother would know. She's never felt as useless as she does now. You told her not to go. And she didn't listen. Now you're in danger with some clone of her putting you through all this pain. Her own voice reached her ears and it was as if it was the only thing she heard.

"I'll be hearing from you soon."

[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!"

꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚🌺‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷

@kpopgirlbtssvt

[namorkawaiiwife]

Hehe....i made something....

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

𓃮 Even the Sun Influences the Tide: Chapter Twenty-Two

Even the Sun Influences the Tide: After the death of your foster brother, King T’Challa, you had spent much of your year of mourning in isolation. When your mother gathers you and your sister to end your mourning period, you encounter the newest threat to Wakanda: Namor. You don’t know what to think of Namor, but you do know one thing: he probably shouldn’t be making trips to see you at your beach hut.

Warnings: Non-Graphic Birth Scene, K’uk’ulkan is Smitten with His Daughter.

To Note: Namor/K’uk’ulkan x Fem!Reader, I Tried To Make The Yucatec Maya & Xhosa Translations/Traditions As Accurate As I Can Get.

Word Count: ~2.6k

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When you had discussed the birthing of your child, you had hesitated at the suggestion of an underwater birth. It wasn’t that you were against it, you just feared the unknown of your baby and questioned whether or not she would be able to breathe underwater, by gills or osmosis. You had spent many hours pacing back and forth while Namora tried to calm you down. Ultimately it was Tlalli who had sat you down and managed to reassure you. Which is how you ended up floating beneath the deep waves, K’uk’ulkan wrapped around your back and letting you squeeze his hands in a white knuckled grip.

You were trying not to break his fingers with your grip, but each time a contraction hit you your knuckles clenched in a strained grip while you tried not to scream. Why the fuck did women get pregnant when it hurt this much!? K’uk’ulkan pressed his face into your neck and whispered encouraging words in your ear, trying to soothe and lessen your pain.

“Focus on your breathing, In k'iino’,” He softly called, feeling your entire body quiver. You felt like snapping back at him that you didn’t know how to, when you breathed through your skin now, but your next contraction stole any words you might say. A strangled moan echoed through the water as Akna, a renowned Talokanil midwife, checked the progress of your labor.

“Tell me I’m close because I just want this baby out of me,” You rasped out. Akna checked and clicked her tongue, eyeing you.

“Would you like to start pushing, my queen.” You nearly felt like shouting at her.

“YES!” You howled, your fingers clenching K’uk’ulkan’s once more. You were half convinced that your body was going to split in half with the way pain was erupting along your flesh. To K’uk’ulkan, you screams of pain, the way you clenched his fingers, and the writhes of your body were something he never wished to see or hear again. Why did something so beautiful as bringing a child to life, have to cause you so much pain?

You couldn’t quite tell how long you had been pushing, trying to get this baby out of your body, but her first squeal was music to your ears. You would have collapsed back against K’uk’ulkan’s chest if you hadn’t been floating underwater, but he did cradle your limb body with his entire devotion. He nuzzled your neck, telling how proud he was while Akna swiftly handed you your daughter. The umbilical was still attached as she was pressed into your chest, but all you could stare at was her ankles.

“We are in so much trouble,” You whispered in horror, clutching your daughter to your chest and trembling in realization. K’uk’ulkan was immediately standing to attention at your words.

“What is it, In k'iino’, what is wrong?” He urgently pressed, his eyes glossing over both you and the newborn infant cradled within your arms. You carefully pulled up one of her legs to reveal a winged ankle.

“How am I supposed to keep track of her when she can fly!?” You whispered, your gaze turning to his in horror. “Ancestors, Ch'ah Toh Almehen, she could—“ K’uk’ulkan took your chin and pressed his thumb against your lower lip.

“Calm down, Y/N,” He reassured you, sliding his free arm to your waist. “You think you are alone in raising our child?” You blinked at him, worry still clear on your face. K’uk’ulkan smiled at you before pointing out one glaring fact that surely would reassure you. “See how our daughter breathes, my queen? She is one with the ocean and our people will gladly help watch over her. She has the sea to guide her.”

Looking down at your daughter, you did notice that she was breathing perfectly fine despite having no gills upon her neck and shoulders. Snuggled against your chest, your daughter gazed at you with eyes just like yours and skin and hair just like her fathers. She was sleepily blinking at you, the little wings on her feet feebly flapping. All that worry over nothing. You lifted a finger and traced her cheek, smiling when her little baby fist reached for yours. The moment tiny fingers wrapped around one of your own, dread filled you once more.

“Ch'ah Toh Almehen?” You asked, your head ever so slowly turning to face your husband. He was frowning once again.

“What is it?”

“I’m pretty sure she got your strength.” You replied meekly, trying not to wince at the strength of the fingers grasping your own. It was going to take all of Talokan to raise this little one, you were sure of it.

“Be at peace, Namora,” You spoke while your hands secured the fabric around your chest and back. “There is no place safer than Wakanda and our home, and should anything happen? We both know the little devil will just take off on her own.” You could have sworn Namora was reliving Yuritzi’s last incident in which she had managed to sneak out and fly off. It had taken at least an hour to track her down and return to your arms. That was only one of the many incidents that had happened since she had learned how to fly.

How ironic that your daughter learned how to fly before walking.

“Besides,” You continued. “You’ll be by my side the entire time and Abha will be with us as well.” Abha, an Orca that had taken to you, was obsessed with Yuritzi and at this point you were fairly certain that the deadly marine animal would kill to protect your daughter.

K’uk’ulkan was already in Wakanda at Birnin Zana with Attuma, meeting with Ramonda for a yearly alliance talk. You hadn’t been home since you left after the battle that nearly killed you, and it was time to visit your family. Certainly it was time that you introduced your daughter to Ramonda and Shuri. You had been on the fence on when to visit them.

For one, your daughter habitually broke out of her crib and cleverly evaded Zyanya and Tlalli who helped you raise her. K’uk’ulkan found her escapes to be endearing and funny, then you had pointed out that she might be able to slip out of the safety of her home. The look of horror on his face had made you laugh as he quickly called for Attuma to discuss making a tracking device for the little princess.

“Very well, my queen,” Namora answered bowing her head as Yuritzi kicked her feet against your stomach and you grunted.

“Yuritzi, In sáasil,” (my light) You sighed, wincing as your stomach ached. “Easy with the kicks, na' is not as indestructible as you.” (Mama) Yuritzi beamed at you, showing off her few teeth she had. No one could ever stay mad at her when she smiled, it was her secret weapon that had Talokan’s toughest warriors melting. Double checking that Yuritzi was strapped firmly to your chest and wouldn’t escape, you looked to Namora. “Shall we?”

“Yes.” You both moved to the water and began swimming to the mouth of the cavern. From there you met up with Abha, and began the trek across the ocean to Wakanda. You could tell you were getting close to the boarder of the country you once called home, hearing the subtle hum of the scanners that now graced the waterway entrance. K’uk’ulkan was a lesson well learned.

Approaching the barrier, Abha surfaced to reveal your and Namora’s forms to the border guards. The both stood to attention and you called out to them.

“Would you care to let us through?” You requested, keeping one hand on Yuritzi’s back in the event she got excited and wanted a look of her own. The guards immediately recognized who you were, of course, they would never forget their princess’s face… but they clearly weren’t expecting you. Regardless of their surprise, you were allowed through and surely your mother and the Dora Milaje would be notified. You’d never be able to surprise your mother. The question was… would she inform K’uk’ulkan?

Abha swam up to the fish market and parked herself near the other Orca’s currently playing with some children.

“They are having the time of their life.” You commented as you and Namora slipped from Abha’s side. Namora raised an eyebrow.

“The children?”

“The Orca’s,” You replied dryly with a soft giggle. While you and Namora were watching the children and Orca’s, who Abha was quick to join with a squeal and click, Ayo came striding over flanked by two other Dora.

“Greetings, Queen Y/N,” Aye spoke formally. “Queen Ramonda welcomes you back to Wakanda.”

“Hello Ayo, good to see you again,” You greeted warmly, rubbing Yuritzi’s back as she squirmed around to try and look at who you were speaking to. Ayo nodded her chin before her dark eyes dropped to the bundle of squirming limbs strapped to your chest.

“And who is this?” She questioned. You smiled and looked down at Yuritzi who was giving you a pleading face mixed with one of impatience. You stroked your fingers through her dark hair.

“This is my daughter, Yuritzi,” You explained, “and she is a little escape artist with a proclivity to fly away from her own mother.” As you spoke, Yuritzi beamed at you and squealed, several babbling sounds erupting from her mouth. “Would you mind directing us to where K’uk’ulkan and my mother are?”

“It would be our pleasure,” Ayo agreed before turning around and leading you to a new royal talon fighter. Namora was distrustful of the fighter, and you had to reassure her that it would not harm her, before she even entertained the idea of allowing you and Yuritzi on board. Even then, with you sitting calmly and playing with your daughter as the ship brought you to the citadel, Namora remained on high alert. By the time the royal talon fighter touched down outside the citadel, Yuritzi was passed out on your chest, positively exhausted from the brief moment of excitement from being away from home for the first time.

“Queen Ramonda is meeting with K’uk’ulkan and Attuma within the council chambers,” Ayo explained as you walked down familiar halls.

“And my sister?” You asked, your thoughts wandering to Shuri.

“The princess is in her lab.” The warrior explained, coming to a stop just outside the doors. “You should know, Queen Y/N, I do not think that Queen Ramonda nor K’uk’ulkan will be happy that you are here.”

You snorted as your lips twitched.

“Why does every seem to be forgetting the Queen part of Queen Y/N?” You asked with a tilt of your head. Ayo stared at you with her usual cool blank expression.

“They will be done momentarily.” You nodded at Ayo before moving towards the windows to look out the windows. Yuritzi stirred against your chest, her little fist pressing against your chest. You patted her back and hummed her back to sleep, you were still humming quietly when the doors behind you opened and you heard the familiar voice of your mother.

“…considering that my daughter still has not…” You glanced over your shoulder as Ramonda trailed off the moment she caught sight of you standing by the window. You smiled.

“Hello, mama,” You greeted warmly. While Ramonda stared at you as if she could not believe her eyes, K’uk’ulkan was striding towards you.

“Y/N! What are you doing here!? And without guards!? What of Yuritzi? The little one will escape! You know nothing holds her in! What if she—“ You turned in place mid sentence, revealing your daughter sleeping against your chest.

“My sea, if you would kindly lower your voice, or you shall wake her up.” You told K’uk’ulkan watching as his entire attention was diverted to the sleeping baby.

“In ujo’,” (My moon) He breathed, a hand automatically reaching up to caress Yuritzi’s midnight tuffs of hair. His eyes rose to meet yours and silent conversation passed between you. You sighed.

“I was feeling cooped up and figured that it was time for her to meet her other family.” You explained in English before nodding your head to Namora. “Namora was with us the entire time and besides, you think I’ll leave her with anyone else? The little escape artist will disappear in under five minutes.”

K’uk’ulkan sighed, knowing that you were technically correct, but wished that you had a full guard to escort you. Even with Talokan’s good relation with Wakanda, he was still highly protective of you and your daughter within the ocean. So he leaned his forehead against yours and nuzzled his nose with yours.

“Forgive me, my sun, I only imagine the worst when you are not surrounded by our people.” K’uk’ulkan murmured, his lips brushing against yours. At his soft and gentle words, Yuritzi stirred against your chest and drowsily opened her eyes. At first she blinked at you with her adorable grin, but then she seemed to realize who was standing in front of you, and let out a piercing shriek, her arms waving in your face. You took a baby fist to the jaw and winced. K’uk’ulkan was on her before you even had a chance to react. “Do not despair my moon, your papa is here.”

Rolling your eyes as K’uk’ulkan began unstrapping your squirming child from your chest, you glanced at Ramonda and saw that she had finally collected herself.

“Apologies for the shrieks, she get’s very excited every time she sees her father,” You explained as K’uk’ulkan hefted her up with his hands, a glowing smile on his face as Yuritzi squealed with laughter, her ankle wings fluttering with excitement.

“You have a child,” Ramonda softly spoke as if she couldn’t believe her eyes. K’uk’ulkan settled Yuritzi against his chest, holding onto her firmly so she didn’t make yet another break for it. He could withstand Yuritzi’s baby punches much better than your.

“Yes,” You answered, reaching up to brush a few of Yuritzi’s wayward curls from her face. “This is Yuritzi, and she is an absolute terror.”

“Yuritzi,” Ramonda repeated, looking at her granddaughter with a smile.

“Our Preciosa waal is as you count, eight months old and already able to sneak away from her mother.” (Precious daughter) You gave K’uk’ulkan a glare for how proud he seemed of that fact. His cheeky grin in response indicated he knew exactly why you were glaring at him. The absolute cheek!

“She get’s that from you, you know.” You griped, your eyes dropping to Yuritzi’s ankle wings. You then addressed your mother. “She figured out how to use her wings to get around before she even knew how to crawl. She’s an absolute menace to track down when she get’s out. I literally have to put a leash on her so she doesn’t get out.”

“Reminds me of a certain daughter of mine,” Ramonda countered, her eyebrow arched. K’uk’ulkan began chuckling while you huffed and then pressed a kiss against the side of your head, nuzzling your hair.

“Like mother like daughter, no?”

“Do you like having a place to sleep at night?” You countered, giving your husband a look. AKA: do you like sleeping next to me? Because if you do, I suggest you stop. K’uk’ulkan blinked at you, mirth still clear in his eyes.

“Very much so, In reina,” He replied cheekily.

“Then stop tempting fate, Ulwandle lwam,” (My sea) You told him firmly. “Now,” You turned back to Ramonda. “Ayo said that Shuri was in her lab? I believe I am due for a ‘I told you so’.”

“Indeed,” Ramonda confirmed. “We shall visit her, and while we walk, you must tell me all there is to know about my granddaughter.” As you waked towards Shuri’s lab, you told your mother everything there was to know about Yuritzi, including her superhuman abilities that tested your abilities to be her parent. Even after all this time, Ramonda had remained hesitant about K’uk’ulkan being your husband, let alone an ally of Wakanda. But hearing you talk about your daughter and watching the mutant man/god, it became painfully clear that while the moon does influence the tide, so can the sun… and you were K’uk’ulkan’s bright star.

Date Published: 7/30/23

Last Edit: 4/5/23

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