#single dad namor

[annachum]

Okay but imagine Single Dad Namor :

. After his 2 previous wives are out of his life one way or another, Namor took up the responsibility to take care of his 3 kids

. Stresses on their education and upbringing, and spends as much time as possible with them, etc

. Okay you know what in my MCU fics the one kid who ended up dead in Marvel Comics hasn't died ( yet )

. Likes to face paint with them on the reg

. Sings lullabies to them regularly

. Hell bent on protecting his kids especially all that happened

. His 3 kids defo ship him and Shuri after hearing how he simps over Shuri from some of the Talokanil court officials

. Namor one day proudly introduced his children to Shuri and she INSTANTLY IS ENDEARED BY THEM

. Those 3 are at first a little wary of her at first ( cuz of the whole Talokanil Wakandan war thing ), yet they soon warm up to her. Bless.

. Those 3 becomes unlikely friends/associates with T'Challa II

. It seems that those young kids don't really know the brevity of the Talokanil Wakanda War or the uneasy alliance that followed yet. They are still so young at those points

. Yet upon seeing that unlikely friendship between those kids, the Wakandans and Talokanils are encouraged to boost their initially uneasy alliance even more.

[sammyscrnr]

Single dad Namor>>>>>>>>

Namora is a whole mood

🌊💚Talokan Trio 🏖☀️

[marksbear2]

Marvel Masterlist

Steven Grant

Prince’s of the sun and moon series- Part 1, part 2 , part 3, part 4, and more coming soon.

Jester reader (smut.)

Yandere delu Steven (smut.)

Superhero S/o, part 1, part 2

Chubby Steven (smut)

Businessman reader (smut.)

Yandere x Yandere (smut.)

Yandere Steven, subby reader. Part 1 and 2

Wedding day (smut.)

"Promise that you'll never leave me." (smut.)

Sexting.

Big Dick reader

Alleyway sex

Werewolf reader (smut.)

Ass guy reader (smut.)

Writer’s block (smut.)

”What was the dream?” (Smut)

Famous reader (smut.)

photographer reader (smut)

Nudes (smut.)

breeding kink

Glasses (smut.)

In the studio. (Smut.)

Lingerie (smut.)

”Shhh…”

Morning sex.

“Hey im on the phone.” (Smut.)

Christmas (smut)

Videos (smut.)

☑️

Marc Spector & Jake Lockey

Just two dads

Cig (smut.)

☑️

Single fics for the character!

Khonshu- headcanons

Hobie brown

Erik Killmonger

Stephen Strange

Namor (smut)

Peter Parker (smut.)

Drüig

Pugsly (smut.)

Steve Rogers (smut.)

Tony Stark

Namor x ftm reader

Namor with S/o that has ptsd and scars.

Ikaris

Namor with a surgeon S/o

Namor breeding kink

power bottom Doctor Stephen strange

Steve Rodgers x young reader

MORE COMING SOON!!

There’s still a few fics and characters that I have to add!

[themculibrary]

Trick Or Treating Masterlist 2

part one

A Happy Halloween (ao3) - MARVELously3000 N/R, 1k

Summary: Tony gets stuck in a bunch of meetings and can't take his adopted son, Peter, Trick-or-Treating. Uncle Happy comes to the rescue in more ways than one.

Birds of a Feather, Now and Forever (ao3) - RebeccaOTool G, 1k

Summary: It's Halloween, and the boys have a special rescue mission. Better suit up.

Feline Casanova (ao3) - Reioka bucky/tony G, 1k

Summary: The world's tiniest witch is at Bucky's door. Bucky struggles to keep his eyes off her feline familiar.

Getting in the Halloween Spirit (ao3) - VagaryLove loki/mobius G, 3k

Summary: Loki is 99% sure their neighbours are serial killers. Or maybe it’s simply Halloween, whatever that is...

Or: The story of how Loki and Mobius celebrate their first Halloween together.

Ghouls Night Out (ao3) - seabird7 G, 638

Summary: “Anyway. So you show up at my trailer door in a Hulk costume—”

“Yeah, because they were all out of Captain Americas.”

“—asking me to go trick or treating with you.”

graveyard smash (ao3) - orphan_account steve/bucky T, 1k

Summary: In which Steve gets a different treat than he'd anticipated.

Happy halloween (ao3) - orphan_account G, 244

Summary: They go trick or treating!!

Happy Hauntings! (ao3) - Val_Creative G, 500

Summary: In 1994, Melina agrees reluctantly to taking Alexei and the girls out for trick-or-treating.

Halloween on a Budget (ao3) - Panda365 pepper/tony G, 1k

Summary: Tony Stark is in charge of addressing Trick or Treaters with offerings Pepper Potts found on sale; Individually-bagged Candy Corn

It's The Great Pumpkin Peter Quill (ao3) - IllegalCerebral G, 1k

Summary: In which Peter introduces the guardians to the concept of Halloween.

Reconnaissance and Recovery (ao3) - Trickstress loki/tony G, 1k

Summary: ““My Spidey-Sense isn’t going off at all.” Peter whispered before suddenly freezing in place. Stephen and Tony turned to look at him but the teen had closed his eyes and was listening for something. “I think I hear…someone crying.”

The two men looked at each other. This couldn’t be anything good.”

During a mission to find out what’s going on in an abandoned warehouse, the Stark-Strange’s suddenly happen upon something beyond what they expected.

Smarties are Fine (But M&Ms are Traditional) (ao3) - RebeccaOTool G, 683

Summary: It's Halloween. Everyone's entitled to one good scare.

Even if it's smaller than expected.

Too Much Junk (ao3) - Malakki namor of talokan/shuri, attuma of talokan/okoye G, 3k

Summary: Single dad Namor takes his family Trunk-Or-Treating at a local community event. Chance- or fate- leads him to a pretty doctor in a lab coat.

Trick or Treat (ao3) - aimmyarrowshigh yelena/kate T, 100

Summary: Trick or treat. Kate would call this a trick, but she suspects that for Yelena, it's a treat.

when the light is sweet & heavy (ao3) - volantium harley/peter G, 3k

Summary: The season turns into October, when the light is sweet and heavy. Orange leaves are carried to their final resting along the breeze. It is the month for resurrection, to cast off the year as it approaches winter, to begin anew without consequence. Without fail, Harley finds himself dreading the possibility of it all over again.

He's never really been one for Halloween.

[urgonnaneedabiggership]

NAMOR (MCU) X MEXICAN!OC

MASTERLIST

A/N: Remember you can find this fanfic on AO3 right here. Any feedback and/or comments are greatly appreciated <3 If you want to be added to the taglist, just say so!

Warnings: Mentions of violence, weapons, death and un-aliving people. Language.

Word count: 4,306

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It took Mercedes nearly two hours to tell the whole story. Sometimes, right in the middle of a sentence, she would stop dead in her tracks and stare at her hands for several minutes without making a single sound. When she got to the part where she had to face the kid whose parents she’d just shot, she simply stood up and left the house. He waited for her to come back for ten minutes until he noticed she’d left the door open. Once outside, he found her in the same spot next to the river. She simply excused herself saying she needed air.

Namor was unbelievably patient, not speaking once, nor attempting to touch her in any way, which she appreciated. Mercedes didn’t want to look at his face in case she found anything she wouldn’t like. Taking notice of this, he stopped looking at her and fixed his gaze on a random point in front of him until she finished speaking.

“I guess that little argument you overheard earlier makes much more sense now, doesn’t it?” She added after a long silence followed by a small, sad laugh as she wiped the last tears from her eyes. 

“What about your aunt?” He inquired, still looking at the front as a precaution.

“She blamed me for a long time, too,” Mercedes replied, “then she suddenly started speaking to me again. She doesn’t talk much about him. To me, at least. But it’s okay, she’s happy and treats me like everything’s fine as long as he doesn’t come up, I’ll take it.”

He simply nodded, not entirely convinced of how well the arrangement worked for her. This time, the weight of his silence was too much for her.

“What are you thinking?” She meekly asked.

“They have no right to judge you like that,” He almost immediately answered, “You had the strength to do what many wouldn’t,”

“And yet my dad is still dead, my uncle is too, and the few people I have left blame for it,”

“Your uncle made his own choice. He wouldn’t have followed you until the end if he didn’t think those people deserved what happened to them. Or don’t you think they deserved it?”

“Of course they did!” She angrily protested.

“And what would’ve happened to them if you hadn’t taken this into your hands?”

“They would be free,” Sadie acknowledged through gritted teeth, “Free, rich, and with no regrets,”

“Always remember that,” Namor emphasized, “Whenever you have doubts of whether you did the right thing.”

Mercedes pursed her lips in deep thought. For years, she’d convinced herself of the uselessness of her quest, and how it only seemed to have made everything worse. But whenever she thought of the consequences of having done nothing, picturing those men with the blood of hundreds in their hands, living their lives without thinking of the ones they sold, she felt so angry that she felt her chest was on fire.

Then she realized that even now that she wasn’t really thinking about it, her chest felt as if it was actually on fire. She pressed her hand against it and groaned softly at the uncomfortable sting.

“Are you okay?” Namor asked, only then seeing fit to gently place a hand on her back. She nodded and took a deep breath.

“I think I’m going to catch a cold,” She said, shrugging it off, “My chest has been hurting for a while.”

“Have you felt anything else?” He immediately asked, his voice unusually unnerved. Mercedes furrowed her eyes for a moment, confused.

“I mean…I guess my muscles have been sore but I did get shot not so long ago and your dear friend has kicked me around so much that my brain is now convinced that I enjoy your company,” Mercedes scrunched her nose in a disgusted expression and shook her head repeatedly while moving further away from Namor. Her antics momentarily erased the worried expression on his face, but only for a few seconds. He opened his mouth to add something, but Mercedes interrupted him as she scooted back next to him, ending up a little closer than she was at first.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to…” She started to apologize, although she actually felt a little disappointed that he wouldn’t tell her after everything she’d just revealed to him.

“What did you do?” She warily asked. When Namor looked back at her, not seeming to have understood her, Mercedes gestured to his back reaching her hand over her shoulder to signal the place where she’d seen the scars inflicted by the Black Panther.

Namor quickly shifted his gaze back to the front apprehensively.

“No, it’s fair I suppose,” He admitted, intertwining his hands and moving his thumb in small, anxious circles.

“It’s a long story, but it all comes down to this,” He said, not intending to speak for another two hours, “I was responsible for the death of the Panther’s mother,”

“Responsible as in you killed Queen Ramonda?” Mercedes couldn’t help exclaiming, immediately feeling embarrassed at how alarmed that came out.

“It was more complicated than that. But yes, I guess I did. It came down to people making their own choices and assuming the consequences as your uncle did. She made hers, and I had to do the same.”

“And you stood by your consequences, I guess?” Sadie added more sympathetically with an apologetic smile trying to fix her previous outburst, looking at the wing that grew from one of his ankles, slightly more crooked than the other one.

“Taking a life is never an easy decision to make, especially knowing the effect it will have on others.” He said with a solemn expression, instinctively running his fingertips along the once-soft feathers, the desperate cries of a now orphaned princess briefly haunting his thoughts, “But after seeing what I would not just kill but die for, all the lives that depend on me, can you judge me?”

Mercedes didn’t answer. With every second she remained silent, he found his heart felt heavier and heavier inside his chest.

“Misfortune is needed to plumb certain mysterious depths in the understanding of men,” She finally spoke with a soft smile, quoting one of her favorite books, “A wise man said that. And I believe him because I understand.”

She could’ve sworn he saw him release the air he’d been holding when those words left her mouth, his mouth twisting into a relieved smile, which she gladly returned. When the music playing in the distance suddenly stopped, Mercedes’ smile went from calm to unbelievably excited.

“It’s midnight!” She exclaimed, standing up so quickly she almost tripped on her feet and grabbed Namor’s hand, dragging him to a nearby tree that she immediately started to climb.

“What are we doing, again?” He asked once they were at a considerable distance from the ground. Hearing it was midnight had made him feel concerned about the date he’d established for their return to Talokan.

“Just climb! I promise you’ll love it,” She urged him, forgetting he didn’t actually need to climb

Finally, they reached the end of the trunk, which was barely wide enough to hold them both comfortably. Mercedes cursed, frustrated when she realized a huge branch was blocking their view.

“Maybe we can find another spot…”

Much to her surprise, Namor gripped the branch and, after making sure nobody was close enough to see them, snapped it in two as swiftly as if it was a mere twig. Satisfied, he returned to his previous spot to find a stunned Mercedes staring as if he truly was the divine being everybody claimed him to be.

“Please, don’t take this the wrong way,” She said, peeling her eyes off him to look at the branch on the floor, “but you’re giving me feelings too unholy to come from a so-called god.”

Not wanting to experience the embarrassment of telling him she thought right then he was the most beautiful living thing on the planet, Mercedes decided to do something that, at least in her mind, sounded easier.

Namor didn’t even have time to react to the undoubtedly brazen line thrown his way because a loud bang made him look at the dark sky above them. Until it wasn’t dark anymore.

He thought it looked as if somebody had painted the stars and made them fall to Earth in a strange, synchronized dance. With every blast, came a new color and choreography. He was so enthralled by it that he didn’t realize he had instinctively stood in front of Mercedes at the first detonation.

Not wanting to break his bubble but unwilling to miss her beloved fireworks, she slowly made her way around him. The reduced space made it impossible for her not to be pressed against his side, with his arm holding onto a branch low enough for it to be nearly resting against her shoulders.

However, after settling into a slot with a perfect view, she found it much harder to take her eyes off him.

The colored, ephemeral bursts of light seemed to bounce off his dark eyes and skin, a soft and warm wind threw a few stray hairs against his forehead and he didn’t look just mesmerized. He looked happy. The edges of his mouth were curved in an almost imperceptible smile, and knowing she had been the cause made her feel so happy it made her dizzy. This time, when he took his eyes off the sky and caught her staring, Mercedes felt either tipsy or brave enough to think it was stupid to turn away and pretend she wasn’t looking at him. She was. Because he was beautiful.

Except they didn’t.

Before she had time to regret it, she slid her hand around his neck and pulled him down just strong enough so the few centimeters between them would cease to exist. It was so sudden and poorly planned that she nearly crushed his nose with hers, and a few strands of her hair got caught between their lips, plus she didn’t quite know what to do with her other hand so it just ended up awkwardly suspended mid-air.

But it was perfect. Even if it didn’t last more than one or two seconds, she missed the warmth of his mouth the moment she pulled away in panic and stared at him with more fear than she’d thought she was capable of even feeling. Seeing the shock in Namor’s eyes Mercedes was already planning a million different excuses and answers to the many questions that would surely come next.

She didn’t want it to stop. Even if her lungs were on fire and she needed air desperately, his unrelenting intensity gave away that he had forgotten that tiny, tiny detail. But when her chest started to truly hurt, she chose self-preservation over this incredible bliss and pulled away from him, heavily panting.

Too lost in the chaos of her own mind, Mercedes was unaware of the arms silently snaking behind her back until they pulled her forward and her train of thought was abruptly stopped by the awareness of his lips being pressed against hers again. With her hands this time free to do as they pleased, she was about to place them on each side of his face until he pulled her even closer, her lips parting on instinct when she noticed him slightly tilting his head to the side. Sadie didn’t want Namor to notice how her hands were trembling, already embarrassed enough at the null resistance she was putting up. Then, Namor holding her completely against him was probably what kept her entire body from shaking as well. Finally, she decided to slide her arms around his neck, both pulling him closer and leaving her hands still in the air.

Mercedes didn’t truly measure the consequences of that action until her back was pressed against the bark of the tree.

That brief moment in which she could only state at him in silence truly made her feel conscious of what she’d just done. Completely disregarding the height at which they were, she dropped herself down onto the next branch, ignoring the way the rough bark scratched her knees and arms. The only reason why Mercedes managed to make it down and run back inside was that every muscle in Namor’s body seemed to have collectively malfunctioned. When he finally regained mobility, he began to absently climb down the tree only to remember halfway down that he was actually able to fly.

He couldn’t stop thinking of the panicked look in the girl’s eyes the minute she pulled away from him. What was she so afraid of? Him? Maybe being so sincere about the things he’d done had thrown a different light on him, but had he given her any reason to fear…?

It was only when he was left alone by the quiet river that he was assailed by all the questions he had not been able to ask out loud. She had kissed him. He couldn’t help but feel ashamed and frustrated that he never dared to take the initiative about something he now admitted had been dying to do on so many occasions, and that manifested physically as him shutting his eyelids tightly and running his hand across his face.

And of course, she had to run again. She was now probably locked in her bedroom and there would be no way to drag her out of there.

Of course he had.

He knew there was no way he could take her back against her will now. Namor wished for her to want to return. No matter how much he’d suffer from her absence, if she didn’t suffer the same from his, there was no point. He didn’t care how selfish that last thought was.

He remembered the first days of her stay in Talokan. The harsh words exchanged, the entire days in isolation, the intermittent meals, the threats if she tried to escape. And speaking of escaping.

There was also the incident aboard the poaching ship when he left her to fend for herself and it almost got her killed. It was one thing to trust someone enough to make peace and be friendly with them and another very different to become…involved like this. For somebody so ridiculously hung up on what a mere kiss in a moment of intense emotion meant to her, Namor realized he hadn’t done much of a good job earning merits. She was probably kicking herself over having done something so stupid and careless, knowing damn well he was now going to be so angry at her antics that he would drag her back to Talokan no questions asked because that was the image he had built of himself.

When she finally reached him, Moni impatiently handed him the blanket, which he accepted out of politeness and a certain hope that she’d just go away and leave him be. It was quite the opposite actually. She looked at every inch of his face attentively, her grouchy disposition softening as she huffed and sat on a large rock nearby.

“Pero es que tú te quieres enfermar, ¿verdad?” A familiar voice called behind him. She turned around to find Moni snuggled in a thick blanket, making her way to him with another one in her hands and a disgruntled look on her face. “Es que no entiendo cómo aguantas este frío si según mi niña vienes de Yucatán, qué bárbaro.”

You want to fall ill, don't you? I just don't understand how can you stand this cold if according to my child you're from Yucatán, good Lord!

Even then she didn’t miss an opportunity to get some answers. However, Namor could do nothing but wholeheartedly give her a clueless look and shrug as he stared at the house.

“Venía de regreso de la feria y acabo de ver a Mercedes entrar corriendo a la casa pálida como si hubiera visto un fantasma, y para que una chica como ella se vea pálida, algo debes de haber hecho,” Moni explained, “Pleitos de pareja, ¿no?”

I was on my way back from the fair and I just saw Mercedes run inside the house looking pale as if she'd seen a ghost. And for a girl like that to look pale, you must've done something. Couple's quarrels, right?

Mercedes wasn’t locked away in her room. She wasn’t even in the house, she had just rushed inside to throw him off before escaping through the kitchen window. Now, if he for any reason decided to follow her, all he’d find would be her empty bedroom.

In the meantime, Mercedes ran as fast as she could across the now empty square. Now everybody had gone home and the only remnants of the lively fair were ripped pieces of colorful paper still hanging from the walls, dirty confetti on the floor, and several whithered flowers that had fallen from the arch.

Before her, the walls of the white building now displayed a yellowish shade from the streetlight bulbs that threw some light on them. Almost every light in the building was turned off, one of the exceptions being the main desk. Still, she knew they didn’t receive visitors after eight. Just like she anticipated, she noticed the only light still on in the housing section was the one that belonged to Chiich’s room. She had stayed awake to watch the fireworks, as she always did. With a smile, she promptly circled the building and effortlessly jumped the fence, avoiding detection thanks to the concealment provided by the night.

She shook her head with a soft smile and pushed the window open, slowly making her way inside so she wouldn’t spook her.

While the smooth concrete walls of the complex were nearly impossible to climb, the long windowsills were her salvation and in less than three minutes, Mercedes had reached the third-story window with a lock safe enough for an old woman but easy to open with just a plastic card. Still, she knocked on the glass to warn her before attempting to enter. While the lights were on, there was no response. Mercedes wondered if she had fallen asleep on her chair or tucked herself into bed and forgot to turn off the lights. It had happened before.

The room was empty. There hadn’t been a fuss, nothing was out of place besides the covers on the unmade bed. However, her slippers were still there, as were her shawl and glasses. Mercedes quickly ran downstairs to the main desk, intending to first get the receptionist to help her look for her grandmother and then give her a piece of her mind. Even if she’d never had a history of sleepwalking, she was supposed to be safe there.

“Ma’alo’ob áak’ab, chiich,” she greeted, quietly closing the window before turning around. Her smile dropped and she nearly stumbled backwards, baffled.

Good night, chiich

“��Me quiere explicar por qué mi abuela…?” She started to demand only to stop dead in her tracks. The main desk was empty, too. Maybe the lady had already noticed her one of the residents was missing. Still, Mercedes felt her heart start pounding heavily, a cold shiver running down her spine. Her gut said something was terribly wrong. Slowly, she approached the vacant desk, wishing she had at least a gun on her. Of course, that was the last thing she thought she would need there, in addition to the haste in which she had rushed there.

Do you care to explain why is my grandmother...?

When she looked over the desk to find the body behind it, it was as if she already expected to see it there. It was the receptionist, of course. Somebody had put a bullet right through her forehead, not even giving her time to scream.

Not having one more second to waste, Mercedes ran back outside, looking around desperately. How was it possible that right in the middle of nowhere she could’ve missed the sound of…?

Her eyes immediately darted up to the sky as a horrible mix of realization and anger boiled inside of her when she remembered the fireworks and where she had been throughout the entire show.

Thankfully, a noise coming from outside made him snap out of that untimely fantasy. A moment later, he was on his feet and leaning against the wall next to the open window, unable to see further than a few meters of grass. Listening carefully, Namor heard the sound of shoes against rock and realized somebody was climbing through the window. Unarmed but sure he could face whoever was coming, he slowly moved closer to the frame. Unfortunately, the change of position made the wooden floor below his feet creek quite loudly, and the sounds coming from the outside stopped abruptly. Namor took a deep breath and crouched next to the wall, counting backwards as he got ready to dart out of the window and grab the intruder. When he got to one, the Talokanil sprung to his feet just in time to be tackled by a figure that jumped inside, using the impulse to jam one knee against his chest to push him down and, once he was on the floor, switch it for a knife against his neck.

Sadie turned around, ready to go back inside and look around her grandmother’s bedroom in search of something, anything, that could give her an idea of what she was dealing with. However, something moving on her right made her turn around sharply just to discover something tied to the branch of one of the fruit trees that decorated the front yard. Something that fluttered in the wind. With a knot in her throat, she untangled the hand-embroidered purple shawl to reach for the piece of paper roughly stapled to it.

For the second time that day, Namor found himself staring at the ceiling while lying on a foreign bed. Even hours later, the characteristic smell of the duvets was still intense. Fresh moss, and a small white flower that grew on a tree next to the small house. How it was possible that she still smelled like that while being hundreds of feet below the ocean, was beyond him. He wondered if, should he convince her to leave with him, her scent would change over the years. If maybe one day, he would smell her hair and find the incense that flooded every Talokanil household.

If one day, he would kiss her again and taste the sea…

A threat was about to leave Mercedes’ mouth when she recognized the man beneath her. They stared at each other, one confused about why the woman that owned the bedroom had to sneak in through the window and had tried to murder whoever was inside, the other wondering whether she should apologize and how to do it. However, the only thing that left her mouth was

“What the hell is wrong with you?” after which she pushed herself away from him with an annoyed huff as she rushed to her nightstand.

“Me? Why are you climbing through the window?” He pushed back as he got up.

Namor furrowed his eyebrows when she saw Mercedes take a gun out of one of the drawers and make sure it had enough bullets before tucking it in the back of her jeans.

“What are you doing?” He asked as she rushed to the other side of the room to check a small bookshelf for more ammunition. Mercedes slid a couple of cartridges into her pockets and retrieve a crumpled-up piece of paper, which she unfolded and slammed against Namor’s chest. He grabbed it and turned it around to find a typed-up note that only read “Laptop. 7:00 a.m.” followed by a series of numbers. But it was the sender that really piqued his attention. The note was signed by “those not aboard”.

“They have my chiich,” She informed him, “I’m getting her back,”

“I’m coming with you,”

“It’s not your fight,” Mercedes protested, “Besides, it could be dangerous if they see you and the word gets out,”

“The word will not get out,” He calmly stated.

“How can you…?” She was about to ask when she looked up and saw in his eyes what he meant.

“I don’t know how many we’re dealing with, and we don’t have any of your Talokanil gadgets.”

“I wrongly underestimated you once, Xmeech. Don’t insult me by assuming I need anything other than my hands.”

“I didn’t mean you,” Mercedes snapped at him, kneeling down next to her bed and pulling out an old, dusty box, “you can look after yourself. I mean I’ll have to manage with this,”

Inside the box, miraculously unshattered, at least a dozen glass bottles with several loose pieces of old cloth and a matchbox were waiting for better use be made of them. They belonged to another time when they were used by a person that Mercedes once hoped did not need to exist anymore.

“I will stay close, then” Namor ensured.

“You don’t owe me anything for what happened a while ago,” Sadie dryly replied, carefully putting the contents of the box inside an old backpack, “I can look after myself.”

“I owe you because the last time we were in this situation I left,” He clarified, a hint of annoyance in his voice, “We’re even after this.”

Having nothing else to say, Mercedes carefully swung the window open and climbed over the wooden frame.

“Mercedes,” Namor called before losing sight of her, “Do you understand that, regardless of what happens, the laptop is still back in Talokan?”

Apparently unfazed by the use of her full name, the woman stared at him with an unreadable expression for a moment before starting to climb down.

“Let’s go, we don’t have much time,”  

Taglist: @evita-shelby

[kittybeewillows]

Single Dad! Namor and Teacher! Shuri fic is underway!! Featuring an aged down Namora, Attuma and a bunch of other Marvel babies!! Here's an excerpt:

K’uk’ulkan was a father to all of his people. He had seen generations of Talokanil born, grow, and eventually die. While he never took on a partner or had biological children, he considered all of Talokan his kin. But when a civil war broke out between two tribes and left Namora and Attuma without families, he took them on as if they were his own flesh and blood.  Someday, they will be his most trusted generals, his fiercest of warriors. Namor looked forward to that day.  But right now, they were seven years old and fighting over a doll. All Namor could do was pinch the bridge of his nose as the kids' yells reverberated around the water.  "It's mine, Attuma!" squealed Namora.  "No! I want it for target practice!"  Namora cried out and hit Attuma in the face, knocking him away.  "Enough!" Namor swam swiftly between the two crying children. He swept a sobbing Attuma into one arm and held Namora's hand with the other as she tried to escape with the doll. He called for a servant, but he knew it was only a temporary solution. He did not want to raise them through servants.  Namor was a father to all, yes, but he is yet to be a dad. He himself did not have a father, and it had been so long since he even had a mother. How was he to raise these two children to become good people?  The King of Talokan needed help. 

[malakki142]

Single dad Namor takes his family Trunk-Or-Treating at a local community event. Chance- or fate- leads him to a pretty doctor in a lab coat.

Fic written for Nashuriween Day One Prompt

[calciumcryptid]

After two failed relationships, newly single dad Garth is on the hunt for milfs. He just happens to see one at a beach in Alabama

Does he just emerge from the water like Moto Moto? Please tell me he just emerges from the water fucking Namor or Poseidon style.

[hraunwyf]

i cannot stress enough how so fucking out of it loki was for literally all of DR. she had just gotten out of an apocalypse—we never talk about how traumatizing it was that thor cut off her fucking head—and hurtled into a new body where suddenly Gender Felt Right and she had to confront that whole ass animal of a situation, then immediately dealing with the displacement of asgard-over-broxton in the middle of norman osborn's political turmoil in the wake of the skrull invasion, and if she wanted to fix anything then she had to immediately seize the reins and figure out what the fuck was going on and manipulate everything so precisely and delicately, and the asgardians are giving her transphobic shit, she has to take action to depose thor despite her better judgment, she has to get in bed figuratively and literally with the green goblin to pull his strings, date doctor doom (feed him some sacrifices!) and string namor along for their little play at apotheosis, get the stones in the hood's pocket so she knows where they'll be when she needs them, needle and push everything into an exact position, gets SA'd by clint barton and tortured by quicksilver and hank pym, all for the goal of getting her homeland the fuck outta there. and then she has to pray to her dad for that power at the last minute just to get smithereened by the void with a single glimpse of her brother being afraid for her while she's still reckoning with how to feel about him, given what he did in the ragnarök beforehand, and yeah, it's safe to say loki pulled into dissociation station for at least 20 hours out of every day. you'd be staying fucked up too

[v4mpires0ap]

Single dad Namor AU

what’s gonna happen in a namor solo movie

PLEASE do not repost. NOT for NFT/AI use. Reblogs appreciated!

[annachum]

In Marvel Comics, Namor has 2 wives before he first encounters the Fantastic 4

His first wife Dorma is a distant cousin of Namor and was tragically assassinated by some politician rivals

His second wife Marrina bore him 3 kids ( 1 of them died due to either sickness or assassination.... yeeesh ). The two are divorced and/or she died

It would be interesting if in MCU, Namor is later on revealed to be a single dad of 2 kids ( who look around T'Challa II's age. Bless )

And then Shuri immediately becomes endeared by them in a political meeting in Wakanda and greeted them warmly

As those 2 kids warmed up to Shuri, Namor's heart thundered as he began imagining what a child born of Talokan and Wakanda may look like

🤯🤯🤯🥺🥺🥺🥺

[namorthesubmariner]

 I hate you all for flooding my tl with tío tenoch posts, here's single dad namor

Art by burnittogether

[milkfromcats]

So question, I'm genuinely curious as to why it's assumed Namor is a single dad? Like that he raises Attuma and Namora? Is there something I'm missing in the OG lore about them?

[nellycanwrite]

Wait wait wait when Princess! Reader was snapped and turned to dust, were Attuma, Namora and Kukulkan all there in the throne room with her to witness it? I’m so excited for part 3 of the Request series and the standalone prequel fic about Namor being a single dad and raising reader but oh gosh the angst of it all. It’s gonna hurt but I welcome it because your writing is so incredible 💜💜

When you sent the ask I was deadass so worried that I accidentally posted the Part 3 draft because that's literally one of the scenes that's already written and I was PANICKING HAHAHAHAHAHA

BUTT! To answer your question, no. Namor and Namora were out doing something else while reader and Attuma were left alone in the throne room :'> I won't elaborate further because ✨spoilers✨ but that's basically the gist SCREAMING CRYING😭

AND OH MY GOSH AAAAAAAAAAAAA TYSM FOR YOUR SUPPORT BESTIE🥺💖✨ Everyone sending love for my fics is seriously the best thing ever like oh my gosh pleeeeease my heart is so full😭💖 And I'm super excited to finish writing the prequel too AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[urgonnaneedabiggership]

MASTERLIST

NAMOR (MCU) X MEXICAN!OC

A/N: Remember you can find this fanfic on AO3 right here. Any feedback and/or comments are greatly appreciated <3 If you want to be added to the taglist, just say so!

Warnings: Somewhat graphic violence, mentions of weapons, death and un-aliving people. Language.

Word count: 2044

It was a beautiful Chiapanecan night. The warm air blew through the top of the trees and thousands of insects could be heard in the absolute silence of the isolated highway that crossed the mountains. Right next to the road stood an old public payphone. A young woman walked next to the highway, her eyes absently looking to the front. The few passing cars quickly sped up when they spotted her ghostly silhouette, and with good reason.

Her clothes were covered in blood.

She finally reached the payphone and dialed a number. The only person she had in the world after that night. After a few seconds, an elderly woman groggily answered. “¿Chiich?”

“¿Xmeech? ¿Estás bien? ¿Por qué no me habías llamado en semanas? ¿Sabes qué hora es?” Are you okay? Why hadn’t you called in weeks? Do you know what time it is?

Mercedes opened her mouth to reply, but nothing came out. Instead, a painful surge of images invaded her mind.

She didn’t really remember anything else after that except telling Chiich she was coming home. It was over. Dad could rest in peace now. She had taken care of it as she promised.  A week later, the nightmares continued but everything else was wonderful. After what felt like forever they were finally sitting together at the breakfast table, having coffee. As she poured Chiich another cup, Sadie’s heart felt at peace. Everything would be better from then on.

“I don’t understand why you insist on going to such dangerous places,” Chiich insisted. Mercedes sighed and grabbed the milk, knowing how her grandmother liked her coffee.

“I do what I must, Chiich. And can we not argue about this every single time I come to visit please?”

Oh, how she wanted to tell Chiich said arguments would be finally over. However, Mercedes decided she’d rather do it later, not during breakfast.

After all, they had all the time in the world.

The pain was sharp enough to wake her.

It started out as a dull ache, but when she tried to take a deep breath, it felt as if her entire chest was on fire. A whimper left Mercedes’ lips as she slowly blinked, finding herself in a dimly lit space. Slowly, her eyes began making out shapes in the darkness. She was on a bed with soft, copal-smelling sheets. The room was comfortably warm, and the walls were made out of some sort of smooth rock with a shiny, glass-like coating. Sadie tried moving her legs, to no avail. Terrified, she sat up and looked at them just to realize it was only because someone was sitting next to the bed with one arm resting on top of her right shin.

“Sa'asik in,” Namora apologized, “I didn’t realize you were awake,”

A million questions already forming on her lips, Mercedes cleared her throat realizing it was impossibly dry.

“You shouldn’t try to talk,” The woman advised, reaching out for a clay pot and its matching glass. She poured a liquid into it and carefully offered it to Sadie, “Do you think you’re strong enough to…?”

Sadie nodded and pushed herself onto a sitting position with a pained yelp and grabbed the glass. Whatever that drink was, it was fruity yet bitter and made her entire torso go numb just seconds after her first sip.

“Where am I?” She asked, finally able to speak again.

“For now, all you need to know is that you’re safe,” Namora explained calmly.

Mercedes looked under the pale, bone-colored gown she was wearing and noticed the several bandages on her. She also noticed an odd metallic artifact latched onto her wrist with a glass sphere embedded in the middle of it, filled with a clear liquid. Carefully running her fingertips along it, she felt an odd sting.

“Don’t touch that. It’s connected to your veins.”

“Have I been out for too long?” Mercedes asked lying back down, quickly feeling tired of her sitting position. She had never in her life felt that weak.

“A couple of days. You had water in your lungs too. I’m glad you weren’t alone.”

“Thank you for making sure I wasn’t alone here either,” Mercedes said with a weak smile, wanting to avoid the subject. Namora nodded, sincerely returning the gesture.

 “I’ll inform K’uk’ulkan that you’re awake now. He has been busy these past few days, but I’m sure he will want to know.”

Mercedes just nodded. He hadn’t come to see her, then. Good. She didn’t think she’d be able to so much as look at him without trying to gauge his eyes out with her nails. Or maybe it would be better if he visited now that she wasn’t strong enough to even hold herself up.

Except Namor didn’t come. Her only company for the following three days was the occasional Talokanil medic who periodically made sure everything was fine and adjusted the device on her wrist. Those days went by pretty quickly since Mercedes mostly slept, which she blamed on whatever they were injecting her with. But by the time they removed the artifact and she was more alert, Namor’s absence became more evident and infuriating.

What kind of sociopath would do something like that? Leaving her to die then saving her life, and then just disappearing? Also, the last words she had heard from Wexler plagued her mind every time she closed her eyes, sometimes even when she was awake. Namora turned out to be of great help. Whenever she visited, she never talked much, but she was a good listener. The kind you could tell was actually paying attention, only intervening when absolutely necessary.

“Are you alright?” She had asked one day she noticed Mercedes staring at the void, her eyes glossy and knuckles grasping the sheets so strongly they turned white.

No, Ms. Medina. I’m afraid it is my turn to ask you a question….

“Yes. It just hurts a little, that’s all.”

They had removed the bandages by then. Talokanil technology was remarkable. What she thought would be a gruesome scar was nothing but a pale, crooked line. It was noticeable, but it could have been worse.

“Even if everything turned out fine, it was wrong of him to take that risk without alerting us.”

“What?” Mercedes turned to look at her inquisitively.

“I know you are the most familiarized with those people you dealt with, so I understand why he would think it was a good idea to make you come along when he found the ship, but it was still too risky. It’s not usual of him to be that reckless.”

So that was what he had said happened.

Of course, he wasn’t about to admit he had impulsively jumped onto a boat to recapture her after she’d nearly escaped.

“I’ll come back later. You should sleep some more.”

Despite assuring Namora she was perfectly capable of leaving this hospital room of sorts, for some reason they had insisted on keeping her there a little bit longer to keep an eye on her.

A few seconds after the woman left, Mercedes was about to close her eyes when the opaque glass door slid open once again, but this time the visitor was even more unexpected than Namor himself. Attuma stood in the doorway, his expression as blank and undecipherable as always. Confused, she simply stared in silence until he spoke.

“Can you walk?”

Mercedes nodded hesitantly. He turned around and walked down the hall. She quickly followed, discovering she was definitely not in the same caves she’d inhabited during her first month in Talokan. This time the walls were definitely made out of vibranium, with glowing blue lines traced along the walls to light up the narrow hall. Instead of following a straight path, the hall followed a curve that went on to form a circle with several passages that diverged from the main structure to end in rooms similar to the one Mercedes had been healed in, except there was no furniture in them.

Sadie went in first, and so she noticed the room was equally empty save for one thing. Right in the corner, he had placed the special suit Sadie had hidden in one of the grottos as a decoy.

Alarmed, the girl turned to look at the Talokanil that was now blocking the only exit. Had he found it and figured out she had tried to escape? Did anybody else know she was there? Then she noticed the vibranium weapons resting against the wall, perfectly reachable from where they were both standing. Maybe if she moved quickly enough she could grab one first, but even then he would be nearly impossible to take down. Sadie didn’t even want to think how many pounds heavier…

“He might have told us a different version to protect you, but I have a different idea of what happened that day,” Attuma suddenly spoke, “And you’re not doing yourself a favor by making K’uk’ulkan lie to us.”

“I did not…” Mercedes immediately attempted to protest but was immediately silenced when he inched his way toward a spear that hung from the wall. She knew moving backwards was useless, so she decided to stand her ground.

“He thinks you have a courageous spirit. It might be true.” For a second, he lowered his glance to her hands, where she noticed the scars on her knuckles were still visible. “But the way I see it, you stupidly take on risks you’re not ready to face. There is nothing more dangerous than a careless and weak person who doesn’t realize it. And you will not endanger Talokan and its protector just because he thinks you need to be protected.”

A tense silence followed. Attuma reached out his hand and Mercedes’ entire body went stiff, ready to either make a run for the door, her heart beating so fast she could feel it in her throat. The Talokanil warrior grabbed a thin wooden rod that rested next to the spear and threw it in her direction.

“Can you fight?” He asked. Puzzled, Sadie looked at what she had in her hands and back at him.

“Just throw punches,” She replied, “I never had to fight somebody who actually knew how to fight.”

“Do you know how to use any weapons?” He asked again. Mercedes was barely opening her mouth to answer that firearms were practically her only area of knowledge when he shut her down, “Real weapons.”

As she shook her head, he sighed with what felt like the disappointment of a hundred generations at the same time.

“Stand still.” He ordered, circling her. Like a shark, Mercedes thought. How appropriate.

“You don’t have a narrow body or limbs, ” He stated, “It will be hard for you to be particularly agile or fast,  but you can be strong and resistant, an áak.”

“Wow, thanks,” She replied, hoping the nickname wouldn’t catch on.

“Now attack me,” He ordered, standing in front of her.

“But you don’t have a weapon,” Sadie objected.

“I want to train you, áak. Not kill you.”

He was right in front of her, looking perfectly at ease. She didn’t want to be too cocky, but maybe this was just a demonstration of how little it would hurt him if she struck him with all her might. Mercedes held the stick like it was a baseball bat and swung at his side. One second later she was staring at the ceiling, both of her wrists hurt and her weapon was now in enemy hands.

“You tried to make sure it was a fair fight, good,” Attuma continued, standing next to her while she recovered, “But never forget your enemies might not be as honorable as you. If they force you…”

While still on the floor, Sadie jammed the tip of the rod against the side of Attuma’s knee, forcefully bending it and causing him to fall on the other one. Still, he quickly grabbed the other end of the weapon and shoved it against the back of her neck harshly enough to make her fall to the floor. Despite how easily and quickly he had disarmed her for the second time, he looked satisfied.

“Perhaps there is some useful fighting spirit in you after all, áak,”

The Translations:

Sa'asik in: Forgive me Áak: Turtle