#wakandan oc

[xanderxciv]

The Onyx Raven(II) - X'Kamau

On Earth-052, X'Kamau lived a normal life. Born in Wakanda, but raised in America by his father X'Kei, because he didnt want his son to live in conflict like him & his wife, who was leading one side of said conflict.

Through 20 years, things were fine. The two lived in Maryland, X'Kei technological work took up alot of time, but still had time for son.

One evening, while the two were moving into a new home, police arrived. X'Kamau was in the house at the time, then a gunshot went off. He ran out & saw him dead. He was enraged, and unbeknownst to him, this nanotech suit started to connect with him.

They opened fire. He killed the person responsible. When scanning him, its revealed that he's an ex cop. Shouldn't have been on patrol, let alone giving orders to two other cops(Training Day-style), that X'Kamau cuffed shortly before.

He uploaded the camera footage from the cop car that recorded the whole thing, to the Internet. Vowing then and to the whole world & there to end all criminals, and proceeded to handle a gang shootout that was occurring. Before that, activated a protocol regarding the house & his father's corpse.

After the first night of patrol, he heads to a safehouse. But before that, went to an old friend of his father's, as part of the protocol. He'll handle his father's cremation.

X'Kamau knew that his father made incredible tech, and emergency protocols, but never knew about the suit. Named The Onyx Raven. In the safehouse, he places the helmet down & his father left behind holographic logs.

The suit was originally meant for him, built after realizing that crime, violence, conflicts cannot be ran away from. He studied Adamantimum & figured out a way to make such strong, yet light & non-toxic material. Calls it Element Kei(it can hold its own against Vibranium, but not win). If he were to die, Protocol 2 activates, and the armor recognizes his son & no one else. His final wish to him is that if he wants to walk the same path, then channel & focus anger, and never let vengeance consume him.

X'Kamau then hears other logs his father left behind. The knowledge of how Element Kei is made, is transferred into his head, so no one else have that information.

One log in particular involves that ex cop. During the 5-year period where half the Earth was Thanos'd, X'Kei didnt intend to kill criminals. He was working with the last good cop in the state, Detective Santos Rodriguez. He was looking to a crime ring led by 6 cops. He was later set-up & his murder looked like he was k.i.a. That's when X'Kei's view changed. Those 6 cops left the force shortly after, but still had authority & that grip was not only on the city, but the whole state of MD.

And so, X'Kamau intends to finish what they started. In one patrol when going after one of the 5 remaining ex cops, he met Rodriguez' daughter, Andrea. She knew her father was murdered by those 6 cops, but needed proof. The two settled on only bringing the leader of the crime ring alive, because without that grip, he doesnt have the Police Chief, Judges, the Mayor, etc., in his pocket.

A year later, things are quiet & X'Kamau visits a museum in Washington DC that showcases Wakandan history. He meets the Dora Milaje, and Queen Shuri(on this Earth, T'Challa fights alongside the Avengers, while Shuri handles things in Wakanda). Of course he's willing to turn himself in if Wakanda is concerned about the suit. Shuri was concerned, but the reason they were there, was because of another. X'Kamau's mother, Zosia, Queen of the Raven Tribe.

To Be Continued...

(Quick note, I wanted that Raven Tribe to be a Lion Tribe, but Wakanda actually has a lion tribe. So that idea's out).

The Onyx Raven suit is light, bulletproof, weather resistant, and considering the crazy things Wolverine survived, it can take nearly as much punishment. Or at least Mark I of the suit. It may rival Vibranium & Adamantium, but X'Kamau himself is still normal. No heart shaped herb to grant him powers...yet.

So if X'Kamau were to tank a strong energy blast, he'd live, but just be stunned for a bit. If he took some kind of nuclear blast, he'd live & be safe from radiation, but cant take the suit off until the decontamination process finishes.

He can use the nanotech to make weapons like knives & spears. But others may require a base. So if he holds a normal sword, and can merge Element Kei with it for the time being.

Element Kei has a reaction to velocity. So, if X'Kamau runs or flies at high speeds, the velocity from it can be used further strengthen him.

And when it comes to his skills, in his first patrol, logs in the helmet helped, but he quickly noticed that he already has some combat skill because his father trained him through the years & he didnt know it because said training involved what seemed to be normal ways of staying active, but were really Wakandan teachings. Teachings he honed in further training at the safehouse.

[joannasteez]

ME LOOKING UP AT NAMOR AND ATTUMA ^

you’re just so good at boxing deep emotions in a digestible manner, it flows and is so easy to read. this trio is gonna be so intense, im excited!!!!

Right as Right (2/5)

Namor x Wakandan Afab!OC x Attuma

Warnings: Slight angst, Fluff, Smut, Squirting, Hair pulling, P in V, Overstimulation, Impact play (slightly), Oral (fem), Polygamy. Wordy but worth it. Minors DNI

Authors note: soundtrack linked at the bottom.

Xahli met with Riri in the lab to discuss the new treaty Wakanda had with Talokan. In just two weeks time the teen had created a forcefield for Talokan. The nation would be hidden in plane sight and able to avoid intruders. Furthermore, any detection of vibranium in Talokan would be pretty much null now. This was the dead end for future colonizers. Talokan was finally safe and would not have to rehome themselves. While Riri prepared to make the journey to install the forcefield, Xahli had a day and a half to ponder on what exactly Namor meant.

She waited for Attuma by the shore in the same night gown she wore seeing Namor. Her assigned Dora’s knew not to sound the alarm at his arrival going forward. He stood there in front of her, dripping in water from head to toe. She looked at the way the water rippled down his muscles. She was very much attracted to him—-which wasn’t good at all. She was to marry one man, not two. She silently turned around and led him back inside. She made sure to lock the door behind them and instructed him to sit on the bed after she laid a towel down for him. He was damp but the material he wore was surprisingly absorbent.

“ I want answers”, her arms crossed with frustration. He blinks at her a few times but does not answer. Attuma had a habit of tuning things out.

“ Why do you do that fucking thing where you act like you don’t understand me? I know you understand me. Why is Namor acting like we met before? When we talked on the phone last night, he alluded to us having some sort of…past connection. I need to know the truth. Who did you mistake me for? ”

Still no answer.

“ Attuma.”

He looks out at her window. He’s ignoring her. He even crosses his big arms. She nearly gasped from his attitude.

“ Attuma, please….”. He clicks his translator on.

“ It is not my story to tell. This is not my duty”, says the robotic voice.

She got on her knees, kneeling between his spread legs. She placed her hands on either side of his thighs, looking up at him. She knows what she’s doing. She saw the way he looked at her tonight, she was nobody’s fool at how sheer the gown was.

“ Attuma…please”, she placed her hand on his stomach. He takes a deep inhale and snatches her wrist with his fist, gripping tightly. She gasps at his quick movement.

“ Do not do that. Do not suggest what I can’t have in front of my face. I know what game you are playing. He gave me direct orders”, he seethed. Even his translator’s voice was angry.

“ I’m not —.”

“ You think me ….a big dumb fool who can’t think for himself?! Easily swayed ?”, he throws her wrist back to her body and she stands up in offense.

“ You’re putting words in my mouth! ”,

“ Or do I speak what you cannot? I am leaving”, he stands up and begins to walk past her.

“ Attuma wait ”, she pulls his arm, hanging her body weight on him. It’s no use whatsoever. He continues to the door. She drops him arms, watching him walk out the door.

“ I feel connected to you!”, she rushes. He stops in her hallway.

“ I- when we’re close I feel something. I feel something with Namor and with you. I feel like I’m going crazy. I just want somebody to be honest with me. I don’t want riddles or hints. Just lay it on me. I can take it. I’m not a child”, she scolded. He turns to her but does not re-enter her room.

“ Just come sit please….I’m sorry”, she pouts. He sighs heavily and walks back over to his previous spot. God, this woman was running him ragged. There were a million other things he had to do, but here he was in Wakanda. He sits back down next to her and rests his elbows on his knees in a tired fashion.

“ Namor believes that you are his lost one. His betrothed…back again. Our fallen Queen who left us too soon. You look like her, sound like her and act like her in many ways. You are her—reborn. You are Queen Coaxoch. The serpent’s flower.”

“ What…”

“ Deep in Talkoan there is a statue of the Queen and Namor. There is artwork of her in various places. Look for yourself if you don’t believe me. You are a ghost come to life. A relic.”

It takes her a moment to fully process what he said.

“ And what about our connection ?”, she asks almost hopefully.

“ We were….close friends”, he says through gritted teeth. That wasn’t entirely true. Sure, they held a deep companionship but it wasn’t just that. Xahli looks at him as if she didn’t fully buy his lie. She pressed her palm to the side of his face, feeling the side of his mask. She wanted nothing more than to take it off and feel his mouth. He rested his hand on top of hers, staring up at her with a careful look. She pulled away and sat down on the floor in front of him, with her head in her hands. Now her connection to Talokan made sense. Of course she had Talokanil blood—because in some distant way she was connected with the Lost Queen. “ I can see the wheels turning in your head ”, he says.

“ I don’t know what Namor thinks he sees. What happens when he realizes that I’m a lifetime away from ever being like her? My name is Xahli and I was born in Wakanda. And yes I have lineage in Talokan but how much does that really matter ? I’m not a part of that world. Sure I look like her but we’re two different people”, she insists.

“ Whether you are actually her or not, he does not care. He will move the moon and stars to have you. Her death was too hard on him. Had he not found you sooner, Wakanda would be underwater.”

“ He likes the idea of me BEING her.”

I don’t think Namor is asking you to be someone you are not. I’m not asking you to be someone you are not. Just be Xahli and try your best to embrace Talokanil culture. Other than that, what more is there to do? ”, Attuma encouraged.

“ That’s some pretty sound advice for a guy with selective hearing ”, she snorted.

“ Selective hearing? My hearing is fine “, he insists.

“ It’s a phrase. It’s nothing”, she rolls her eyes, sitting down next to him on her bed.

“ Show me more of the strange devices in your room Princess Xahli “, he stands up now. Xahli follows and walks him over to a dresser where family pictures sat.

“ This is a picture of me and my siblings when we were little kids”, she hands him a picture frame.

“ This technology captures someone –like through the eyes ?”

“ Yes. It captures what we would call a picture the same way one’s eyes would. This picture was taken with a device called a camera. A camera lens takes all the light rays bouncing around and uses glass to redirect them to a single point, creating a picture. When all of those light rays meet back together on a digital camera sensor or a piece of film, they create a sharp image.”

“ Don’t you worry that a picture like this one…could steal your soul? Imagine if somebody got this picture and intended to do harm with it? Why not a painting or drawing to remember ? , he warned.

“ Hm, that’s an interesting point of view. I have heard of people using photos for spiritual work. I’ve even heard some people say that they don’t breathe in pictures for that very reason. Here on the surface, we use these photos to remember each other exactly how we were. I’ll never be that age again or look the same. This picture helps me remember that—it helps my family remember me like that too”, said Xahli.

“ I see. I wouldn’t do it myself but I see how it is useful. I have very few memories of myself as a child.”

“ This is a picture of my brother. This was right after he became the black panther.”

“ Ah. King T’challa?”

“ Yes.”

Attuma witnessed a reminiscent smile spread across her face as tears filled her eyes.

“ Yes, he was 30 years old here. Isn’t he so handsome? He was so happy this day”, she sniffled. Attuma paused and took a look at the singular tear that poured upon her cheek. She went to swipe it away in shame but he grabbed her hand before she could. He wiped her tears with his other hand. He inspected the water pouring on his finger tip. He found it interesting that surface people cried water. She stared up at him wildly as he pulled his mask off and rested it on her dresser, careful not to spill the water inside. He pulled her closer to him, leaned down and pressed his cool lips to hers. They molded to her like they’d been there before. He grunts as she pushes herself against him. He grabbed the back of her head and slipped his tongue into her mouth. A taste all too familiar to him. She’s just as sweet as he remembered. She moaned at how tightly he gripped her waist and she found herself being inched up his torso until her legs were around his waist. He walked her to her bed and they collapsed on it. His weight completely pinned her to the mattress as he continued to ravish her mouth with his. She wanted nothing more than to be pinned under him for all time at that moment. She moaned again, this time it was more needy. Desire pooled between her legs. Her body wanted her to finish something between them. His touch felt familiar, like an old song. The words were coming back to her.

He sucked her bottom lip until It was swollen. Their teeth clashed, she was panting and pulling at his armor. Suddenly he pulled away. He needed water again. He pulled away almost apologetically and walked back to her dresser. He carefully put it back on his face and took a deep inhale in. She’d completely forgotten about that barrier. That very obvious barrier between them. He panted in his mask for a few seconds as they stared at each other. Her dress was pushed up to her thighs just before her panties and her straps were off her shoulders. She adjusted herself and pulled her dress down frantically. What had she done?

“ We can’t - I’m sorry. We can’t do that again”, she began to pace.

“ I will not tell if you command it”, his voice is sad.

“ I command you then”, she says breathlessly.

“ Okay.”

She stops to look at him. She mindlessly touches her mouth. It felt too right to be wrong but how would she explain it? Namor didn’t deserve this. He was far too gentle, kind and understanding to be slighted this way. But then again does he care ? How would she know what he did when he went away? Either way it was morally wrong.

“ I will go princess”, he heads for the door.

“Attuma ”, she blurts out. He stops and looks over his shoulder at her.

“ I’m sorry if I’m —making any of this worse. And i’m sorry that i’m not her ”, she pleads.

“ There’s nothing to apologize for”, he says in English now—clearly. Her eyes widen in shock as he leaves out of her door.

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Xahli twirls in one of the dresses made for her. It was filled with feathers the color of corral. The bottom flowed while the top wrapped around her waist and torso, stopping just under her neck. This was one of 10 they’d made for her since her arrival. Three servants worked with her, helping her in and out of her dresses. Namor had a large mirror installed for her near her hammock. He listens from a distance, occasionally peeking out of his tent to watch the beauty.

“ Do you like this one ? ”she asked hopefully.

“ There isn’t a thing you can’t wear .”

“ You say that about everything.”

“ It is not my dress to choose. Only yours.” He chuckles at her expression. She rolls her eyes and turns back to the mirror. All of the dresses fit her perfectly, they were made for her after all. She decided she would pick the dress at the last minute to surprise Namor. After trying on a few more dresses her expression turns dull. Memories of Attuma come back to her. He could see her getting drained and sent the servants away.

Ever since she came back, she had a hard time maintaining her spark. Namor made her very happy but when her mind wondered she’d become so dull. He took notice of that. His shell picked up her conversation with Attuma. He wasn’t even trying to listen at first. He kept the device beside him as he slept but then he heard Attuma break the news. News that he informed him not to tell her quite yet. He didn’t want this transition to be hard for Xahli.

On one peculiar night, Namor returned to the cave late in the night to check on Xahli. She just so happened to be awake, dipping her feet in the cracks of water on the ground.

“ Hey”, she perked up seeing his face. He returned the same smile, happy they’ve gotten to a place where they were outwardly glad to see one another.

“ Can’t sleep?”

“ No. I think I might be anxious for the wedding.”

“ That’s expected.” Namor sits beside her, twiddling a water mask between his thumbs.

“ I never thought I’d get married.”

“ Why?”

“ I don’t know. For a long while my career was my sole focus. Sure there were other men who I cared for. I figured I was so blessed in other areas, that marriage wouldn’t make a difference in my life. If it happened I’d welcome it and If it didn’t then that was okay too. I never imagined this though.”

“ Is it a good thing or a bad thing ?”

“ Definitely not a bad thing. Knowing I have roots here makes it easier. If I concentrate really hard sometimes your traditions almost feel familiar. It’s nice.”

“ I’m happy to hear that. Namora was not sure if you’d be able to make the transition. She thought you’d be living the rest of your life in a cave. In her defense you do spend a lot of time here but you have another home. Another life where you choose what to do with it. I don’t want you to feel stuck .”

“ If anything it’s been an adventure.” Xahli nudged his arm playfully. He grinned.

“ Well then what’s one more adventure? ”, he hands her the mask.

“ Where are you taking me ? “, a smile slowly creeps on her face.

“ It’s a surprise.”

She takes the mask and fits it to her face, sealing it tightly to her skin. They walk to the opening of the cave and she holds onto him tightly, bracing for the cold water.

He glided through the ocean as easily as he breathed. He may have looked like a man but he might as well have been a fish. Xahli didn’t bother to open her eyes this time because she hated traveling in dark water. It was unlikely she’d be able to see anything in the first place. Him however, he could see like a cat in the night. A few minutes later they arrive on the coast of a beach. Namor holds her firmly as they both peek out of the water. He carefully guides her to the water’s edge.

“ Where are we? “

“ The Yucatán peninsula in Mexico. My mothers.” Xahli turned to the left and saw a giant North American pyramid in the dark. It was massive. It finally settled in for her just how ancient Namor was. He was history itself.

“ Wow. This is breathtaking. I mean how do people even build that sort of thing? I mean I KNOW they built it but to see it here now. It’s crazy to imagine.”

“ Yes it’s quite beautiful. Just never go inside. Not even I could protect you.” He picked her up bridal style and gently floated her to the edge of a cliff. In the distance she saw faint lights and smelled cooked meat. A little village of small brick homes sat in the distance. All around them sat fruit, jewelry, clothes, dolls and more. Anything could be an offering.

“ Is it okay for them to see you? Don’t you worry that somebody would try to harm you off ?”

“ They already have. These are their offerings to me. They’ve seen me before but they don’t hurt me. They couldn’t hurt me. They understand not to get close or speak to me.”

“ And do you ever take them? ”

“ The offerings? At times. Most times it is the gesture that counts. They could never truly give me something I don’t already have. Except maybe you of course.”

“ Am I your offering?”, she chuckled, only joking of course.He humors her.

“ Perhaps you are. Perhaps you are a peace offering from higher gods. Perhaps you were a bargain to soothe my wrathe for the surface world. A world I very much intended to destroy before I met you.” He smirked, picking up a pair of cloth pants and a shirt. A chill ran down her spine at the thought. Being with someone as powerful as Namor was incredibly intriguing and somewhat arousing. Though she wouldn’t admit it, the idea of her being an offering to an angry sea god? It was a deliciously sick thought she would keep tucked away for a rainy night.

“ Put this on. I’ll have to fly you to our next destination. I don’t want you getting sick.” Namor grabbed a pair of shorts and a cotton long sleeve shirt. He turned around to give her privacy and pulled the brown linen on. Xahli stripped from her wet clothes and pulled on the cotton set.. She grabbed a wool scarf and wrapped her hair in it.

“ Wait. It’s a doll of you “, she gasped and picked it up from the pile of offerings. She gushed about how cute it was.

“ They actually got you down pretty good. This person must have seen you. They gave you very long hair though. Yours is short.”

“ I used to have long hair down my back. I cut it once it got caught in the mouth of a sunfish.”

Xahli just smiled and tucked it into her pants pocket. She didn’t know if the doll would survive the trip back to Talokan, but she hoped for the best. Namor picked her up like nothing and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He took off into the sky, disappearing just behind the clouds.

“ Holy shit “, she sputtered nervously.

“ Hold on tightly”, he readjusted her until her arms were hooked under his arms and wrapped around his back. She might as well have been on a roller coaster or a jet. Namor was FAST and nimble. “ OH MY FUCKING GOD !”, she screamed into the night air. Her head wrapped nearly unraveled as he tucked her face into the crook of his neck. He nearly laughed as loud as she screamed.

“ What do you want me to do? Any slower and we won’t be back until the wedding”, he says. She wondered just where they were going. Xahli’s screams cracked through the night sky as her stomach dropped when she peaked to look out at the ground. Eventually she adjusted and quieted down. It was so peculiar knowing he was her life line, holding her body like nothing while tearing through the atmosphere. She rested her chin on his shoulder taking a few stabilizing breaths. She saw the tops of entire cities pass her by. Sky scrapers, villages, plains of grass and oceans zoom by her. She got particularly cold when they passed through the mountainous parts. They flew over Christ the redeemer and it finally gave her a clue to where they were. “ We’re in Rio?”, she gasped.

“ Almost there.”

Minutes later they land behind a tree line and walk out onto sand. Namor had taken her to Copacabana beach in Rio de Janeiro.

“ Wow. This place is beautiful”

“Brazil has beautiful beaches.”

Xahli watches children run around each other on the coast, splashing one another. Street vendors walked on the street with coconuts, fruit and fried finger food.

“ Namor you have no idea what you just did. I was so obsessed with Brazil as a child.”

“ Really. I just assumed you’d enjoy the view.”

“ No way this is condescending.“

“ Maybe it’s just our connection. ” Xahli shyly smiles, turning to the water. She gets closer to the shore and Namor watches her from about 6 feet away. She was truly beautiful. The view paled in comparison to her. The water tickles her toes as the sand brushes against the flat of her foot. She looks happy and he finally feels a completion that had been robbed from him for quite some time. They walk the shore slowly, enjoying the music coming from further in the city. Xahli noticed Namor’s hesitance to go further In land. He kept to the shore and so did she for a time. Not many people were on the beach. She makes a seat in the sand just before the water. It was hot with a cool breeze, the perfect temperature for him.

“You know you say things sometimes that are kind heavy.”

“ Like?”

She scoffs. “Like everything you’ve said since we’ve met. Or maybe what you said on the phone last week.”

“ Did it upset you?”

“ No.. you’re just intense sometimes that’s all.”

“ I can back off.”

“ Well…It’s not that I don’t like it. It’s just..” she trails off unsure of how to express herself.

“ I know what Attuma told you and I know you have been wrestling with the thought in your mind ever since you found out. It’s why your smile fades so quickly. I brought you here in hopes that it would bring you some clarity–along with me answering any questions that you have about it “

“ Wait what. He told ? “, she snapped angrily.

“ No. I overheard the shell. I was not trying to listen but the shell picked it up and I could not turn away. I fear it works a little too well.”

“ oh…. Well in that case, yeah I have been a bit… confused.”

“ What do you want to know ?”

“ How did this happen? I mean how do you know for sure?”

“ When I said that I have seen people come back, I meant it. It’s hard to explain. It can’t be said if it’s them in a different form or perhaps the gods ran out of faces. What I do know is that the minute I saw you–I knew you. Even though you looked like her, your appearance did not affirm the truth, it was how I felt. I felt you from across the room.”

“ I felt something too. I was afraid—truthfully I thought you were using some sort of power on me. I thought your allure was a part of who you were. Maybe it was some sort of trap for outsiders. Why catch people trying to poke around Talokan when you can draw them to you.”

“ Talokanil has other ways to draw out the Verman from above. You’re thinking of mermaids.”

“ Are you not mermaids… technically?”

“ No. You’d better hope you never meet one. They’re quite vicious.”

“ Wow…”

They’re silent for a moment, just thinking to themselves and her eyes widen in realization. Namor had heard ALL of the conversation with Attuma. That meant the Kiss as well. She stills in fear. She’s betrayed his trust. She figured it would happen and she’d just put it behind her and never do it again but now he knew.

“ Namor…”

“ Clean slate. Don’t even mention it.”

“ But I did something very wrong. That wasn’t cool at all. I didn’t mean-“

“ Clean slate Xahli. Really. Don’t mention it.”

She tucks her lips into her mouth nervously. She read his face and he didn’t seem mad at all. He just seemed thoughtful. She’s embarrassed most of all. She looks at the side of his face, he’s unmoved by it. Still she doesn’t want him to get the wrong impression. “ I know you said drop it but I don’t want you to think that this is what marriage will be like. I’m not a sneaky person. I don’t plan on seeing other people unless that’s what you—I mean —I know we still don’t know each other so maybe that’s why you don’t care but I would never step outside of our agreement unless we talked about it and—“

“ Xahli, I’m not upset. Those types of trivial things mean nothing to me. Monogamy, sex, infidelity —people get so fickle when it comes to the premise of what a relationship should be. An agreement is an agreement and we haven’t established what our relationship will look like yet. There is no bad blood between us. I’m far too old to argue about such things.”

“ Well. If I saw you kissing another woman I’m not sure how I’d react.”

“ You won’t see me kissing another woman.”

“ But you could. If we have not discussed the terms of our marriage, you could do whatever you wanted because you never promised me monogamy ”

“ I have no desire to do that”, his tone raises in annoyance. Xahli isn’t convinced by his calm demeanor.

“ What do you desire then? Hm?”

“ You. I desire you…Xahli.”

Her breath is caught for a moment as she looks at his longing expression.

“ Sometimes I am confused if I should refer to you and her as the same person. In my heart I believe that you were once her. I have been without you for so long. I have driven myself into madness in your absence for so long that I will have you anyway I can. Even if it’s just by the touch of your hand. Or the brush of my finger against your cheek. Or even the sight of you. Knowing you’re there is enough. If you decided that our marriage was strictly a friendship, then I would have to respect that wish. Not only because you left your world to be part of mine, but because I respect your decisions. I thought I made it clear, anything you want is yours. You may have anything your heart desires as long as you agree to be my Queen.”

Xahli’s chest burns at his confession. She’d never felt wanted that way before. The way he looks at her….it’s not human. It’s unnatural to be longed for so badly. Or maybe she just never truly understood what it meant to be wanted in that way. Most importantly she felt seen. She doesn’t have time to think about her actions. She collapses into his mouth, falling into his chest and wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders. Their kiss is urgent and rough. He collapses into the sand until she’s straddling him, tasting his mouth and tongue. She leaves not a single inch of his mouth explored and he lets her, remaining an anchor for her as she fulfills her own desires. She pulled away just barely, hovering her face closely over his. She notices a chuckle from far away and sees two old women giggling at them. Her face drops in annoyance and she pulled away embarrassed.

“ We…should probably get up, we look crazy..” Xahli grabs his hand and pulls him up to his feet. From a distance a man pushing a food cart called out to the few people on the beach. He had warm food left over and was done selling for the day. It was free of charge. Xahli pulls Namor in the direction of the man but he stays behind at the shore, not wanting to mingle with any more surface people than he had to.

Xahli approached the man and he gave her 2 free Coxinha, and 2 Pão de queijo. He even topped her off with a Brazilian limeade. She thanked the man and ran back to the shore. Namor tried the Coxinha and claimed that it was just okay but far too greasy. She insisted he wash it down with limeade and he claimed it was too sweet. She pulled away the straw with a deadpan expression.

“ I am not impressed with this surface food so far.”

“ You’re just biased. One of these days I must cook for you. Then you will see surface people are good for something”, she chuckled. He rolls his eyes for the first time and she laughs at the sight. They continued to walk the shore until nobody was around. Eventually they left and he got Xahli back to the cave before sunrise.

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The Yucatán peninsula is the ancestral home of Namor’s mother. This is where they would tie the knot. Xahli was an absolute vision to Namor. Her hair was pulled back from her face in a large braid at the back of her head, wrapped around itself. Two thin braids framed her face in a loop on either side of her head. She decorated her braids in jade and gold hair jewelry and it matched her gold and green dress. In fact, Jade had become a huge part of dress because she was covered in it from head to toe. She wore jade and gold neck pieces, jade cuffs and jade anklets. Her colors were the colors of Talokan, the top was a chiffon like material that hugged and flowed down her body like water. It clung to her wet and nearly sheer. The torso part of the gown exposed her stomach and some of her cleavage. Her skin was glowing and complimented the gold accents throughout the dress. She looked every part of the Queen she was.

She sat on her knees across from him on the sacred marital blanket that was sewn for this night. The Shaman, named Eztli, stood in front of them while praying over his wife, tapping each side of her shoulders with burning herbs as he blessed her health and her life. Most importantly, her heart. As the shaman continued to venerate and bless their union, Namor and Xahli’s eyes met. He can tell she’s nervous and reaches out his hand to squeeze reassurance into her. She lets out an audible sigh of relief. The shaman moved onto Namor, blessing him as well. She realizes that this ceremony was nothing like the weddings of today’s time. In fact, most of the ceremony consisted of the union being blessed and warding off bad energy, sickness, hatred and bad luck. This ceremony also took place at night and outside.The beach was lit up with torches and decorated in flowers. Xahli’s of course can’t understand the shaman but Namor made sure to direct her accordingly.

Robes are draped around them and the shaman ties each end of the robes together, making a knot. The knot signified their connection and he prayed over that knot as well. Eztli reaches down to her bare stomach and blessed her womb briefly. The shaman then presents them with a bowl of a maroon colored paste. Namor dips his hands into the paste and takes her hands into his, saturating her hands in the bowl. He massaged the paste into her skin and it thickened in consistency. She could tell that it was clay. Namor then took two of his clay soaked fingers and rubbed it down both of her cheeks, down her chin and across her forehead.

“ This clay venerates our fallen ancestors. It represents their blood and eternal life. This is your protection. We ask the Gods and our ancestors to accept this union as true.” Namor saturates his hand again and gently smears it all on her exposed stomach. The paste goes on cool and then dries warm. His eyes never left hers as he massaged her stomach with his hand. He’d never touched her there before. The act in itself was intimate enough for her to blink away. She watches his hand completely cover her stomach, forming a perfect circle.

“Now it is your turn”, he says. Wiping his hand on a towel that laid beside him. The paste still stained his skin, much like henna or tumeric. Xahli hesitantly dips her hands in the clay and paints on his skin, following the exact same pattern she felt on her own. He watches her with pride, grateful for her dedication to their customs. She never once questioned the validity of a single tradition. She belonged here.

Etzli was pleased and he announced their marriage as legitimate. Only 200 Talokanil people stood in the distance with their masks on tight. In the distance she could see Attuma and Namora as well. She had no time to focus on the distractions of Attuma, this was their day. Namor explained that wedding ceremonies themselves were not a public display for all of Talokan. It’s only after their arrival and the announcement of the matrimony, would there be a celebration. She would re-enter Talokan as his bride.

Xahli is pulled to Namor in a burning kiss. Her hands rested on either side of his head as she hummed into his mouth with delight. It begins to pour rain and even thunder. It startled Xahli at first but Namor was proud. Their marriage was blessed by Chaak, the god of rain and abundance. This was a sign that this marriage would strengthen and bless Talokanil. Talokan bystanders begin a ceremonial hoot as they praise Chaak for the rain. Everytime Xahli pulls away Namor pulls her back to his lips. They let the rain wash them as their audience sang.

Yuumtsilo'ob ku betiko'ob k'áaxal bendiciones yóok'ol Talokan. ( Gods rain blessings on Talokan)

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Xahli barely had time to change out of her dress before Namora came to her hammock to retrieve her. There was a change in Namora. Her guard was down for Xahli and was seemingly accepting of their union entirely. Any doubts she had of the girl changed once Chaak immediately blessed their marriage. Namor had beaten Xahli r to the festivities because she wanted a break from the crowd for a bit. He sent Namora to get her “ Holy shit.” Xahli gawked at the dolphin race taking place in the open space of Talokan. Everyone was dressed up in their best attire. She’d never seen Talokanil this busy. The amount of people who lived in the nation was insurmountable now. There were people coming in droves from different cities. She could see by their attire that they had different jobs and ways of living than the farmers in the capital. There were also a lot more children in Talokan than she had guessed. Many of them sat around elders listening to stories and tales. Some people danced with each other or played instruments like drums and string like instruments with sound that somehow traveled through the water.

Dancers dressed up in costumes made of feathers and fish fins twirled around in celebration, representing Aztec gods. It reminded her of the Kompo dance she witnessed in other parts of her continent. The man in the costume danced around and she was consumed by giggles. Namora pulled her deeper into the crowd. They took a deep dive into the city and it took about five minutes for them to reach Namor’s real home. It was a pyramid.

And at the very front of that gigantic pyramid, sat a statue of Namor on the far left of the steps to the entrance. To the far right sat his first wife. Xahli froze in astonishment, it was like looking in the mirror. The statue’s expression was neutral but stern. She seemed like a fierce woman with her hair in long twists that reached her knees. They even etched in her jewelry and her gold bracelets that she stacked up and down her arms and legs. She didn’t realize how long she had zoned out until Namora appeared at the top of the pyramid, waving to her. Her and Namora met her at the entrance and Namor guided them into his home.

“ The pressure is the heaviest here. I can feel it.”

“ We are truly at the ground level of Talokan. If it begins to bother you let me know and I will take you back up.”

The decor on the inside of his home was similar to his tent. Colorful and filled with art and warmth. There were many stone appliances and most of the house was illuminated with a light source she couldn’t quite figure out. It couldn’t have been fire, otherwise it would burn out. Namor and Namora have an elegance to them as they cut through the water like they’re walking on land. They took each step into their house like gravity held them to it, while Xahli had to hold the walls to keep from touching the ceiling. She chuckled at how crazy she must look.

They entered a great hall that sprouted off into different rooms. She noticed Namor didn’t have a staircase so instead the great hall was open enough to show the second, third and fourth floor of the palace/pyramid that came to a point. Xahli was straggling behind, gawking at the architecture. There was a huge statue of his first love in the great hall next to an underwater waterfall that poured from the opening of the pyramid.

“ I’ll let you look around. Meet me in the kitchen when you’re done. It’s the 6th door on your right ”, He said. He departed with Namora. Now that she noticed, a lot of the art work in his house centered around his lost one.. Her figure, her smile…her everything. This palace was his shrine to her and not in a creepy way but rather a grieving way. He worshiped her even after her death. As she explored deeper she came across a room that undeniably had a woman’s touch. This must have been her room. She shifted a curtain to find an array of colorful gowns beaded with all kinds of crystals and jewels. At the top of the wardrobe sat a headdress with feathers much like the one she’d seen Namor wear. She grazed the tips of the feathers with her fingers before she picked it up. It was completely red which she found interesting because it was the opposite of Namor’s. It was decked out in rubies and gold with a serpent at the very front of it. She puts the head piece back in its place and turns to leave the room until something catches her eye. It was a picture—an actual framed photo.

The picture was incredibly old, dating back to the 1920’s. The first thing that stood out to her was Namor’s hair. It was curly and tousled down to his chest and back. He wore the same septum but his neck piece was missing. He wore long slacks instead of his shorts. When her eyes moved to the woman in the photo, she froze. It made this all the more real. Statues made from stone and cement were one thing but this was different. It was like she was staring at a memory from a dream. A memory she couldn’t remember at all.

The woman’s hair was long and pulled back and she too wore a septum with exaggerated stretched lobes. She wore a bralette and a low hanging skirt. She was staring right into the camera with a stern expression. A fear comes over Xahli that she hadn’t experienced before. An overwhelming sense of doom filled her veins and she dropped the frame onto the table before rushing out of the room.

“ I want to go now. Namor. Namor ! “, Namor swims out of the kitchen with a look of concern on his face.

“ What? What’s wrong In reina ( My Queen) ?”

“ I want to go now.”

“ Oh—okay. Uh…we’ll go now but what’s the matter ? Are you feeling okay ?”

“ I’m fine, please just take me back”, she rushed.

Namor pulled her to him and quickly shot them both out of the opening of the waterfall. He took the quickest route back to the cave he could find. Xahli was tearing at her suit when she got back to his sanctuary. He helped her unbuckle the suit as her hands were far too shaky to aid her. She was panting heavily.

“ I can’t fucking breathe in that suit.”

“ It’s alright, I’ve got you.” He soothes her as he pulls the helmet off her head.

Her heart is beating so fast that she can feel it in her head and ears. She can’t catch her breath and she peels out of her clothes down to her shirt and underwear.

“ Tell me what is wrong.”

“ I can’t fuckin’ do it.”

“ Do what ? Do what ?”

“ This —I’m not her. I can’t fill what’s missing for you Namor. You had a whole life with this woman…dreams. I can’t even fucking spend the night in your bed for god sake. And I can’t help but to think about my own mortality. You’re 500 years old! What happens to me when I’m too old to bare your children. When I don’t look how I look now? When I can barely walk. What if I don’t even make it to old age ? What if I can’t lead like her ? What if I can’t —“

“ Xahli stop. Take a deep breathe”, Namor slowly approaches her with his hands out. She’s too frantic, pacing back and forth.

“ What happens when I’m gone just as soon as she was ? I won’t live a long life—-not even as long as a true Talokanil person. I’m only hurting you, AGAIN.”

“ Xahli.” He closed in on her and rested his hands on her shoulders, keeping her in place. He places a hand on her chest and demonstrates a deep breathe. She eventually follows suit, inhaling deeply through her nose and exhaling out her mouth. It takes her a good two minutes before she finally starts to settle. He rests his hands on either side her face. Her lip in trembling as he reassures her quietly.

“ What did you see in there that made you so upset ? “

“ I saw her photo. I saw all her things but the photo just fucked me up. I don’t want to die.” Her face breaks up into tears.

“ You’re not going to die.”

“ You don’t know that.”

“ I do.”

“ I’m not sure I was supposed to see that photo. Maybe it’s defying the laws of the universe or something I don’t know.”

“ You’re fine Xahli. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

“ How can you say that knowing I’ll grow old and you won’t ? How ?!”

“ Because the choice is up to you.”

“ What?”

“ I didn’t want to have this conversation with you yet. I didn’t want it to happen this way. I told myself that if I found you again I would find a way to keep you forever. I couldn’t handle the thought of losing you a second time.”

“ What are you saying Namor?”

“ Do you remember when we were on the beach and I said that if you had Talokan lineage that over time you would adapt ?”

“ Yes.”

“ Years ago my shaman had a prophetic dream. He told me you would return to me somehow. The details of where you’d come from or how you would return remained vague. He presented me with a similar medicine as my ancestors. It would give you the ability to breathe water and air and shield you from sickness and death. That’s when I knew you’d come from the surface. I didn’t believe him entirely at first. If you were born on the surface then there was a good chance we would never meet but we did. I told myself I would let you make that decision. The weight of immortality is a heavy burden to carry Xahli. Only Chaak knows if you’ll even like me in the next 100 years. Marriage can be rocky, people evolve. I’ve done horrible things. I tested his serum on people. I was blinded by my grief. Truthfully I’m not sure my first wife would be proud of the man I am now. I wasn’t as scorned when I met her. “, Her tear stained face softened as she looked at him. He continues.

“But over time I lost hope that I’d find you. I had responsibilities and the risk of Talokan being found increased greatly. I’m not the same man I was before. I figured that even if I found you—-you wouldn’t want me. I was far too cruel—”

“ I do want you”, she rushed out urgently. He paused hesitantly.

“ And I’m tired of feeling guilty about it. I want you, Namor. I’ve never been more sure about anything in my whole entire life.” Namor stilled at her words and she barely had time to get her thoughts in order before he was on her. Their mouths were at war with one another, struggling for dominance. His hands held her face as he pulled away from their kiss.

“ Say that…again”, his eyes darken just as much as his tone.

“ Say what “, she watched his mouth frantically. She was grasping at his skin and clothes .

“ You wanting me. Say it”, his calm nature quickly morphed into something far more dominant. A dominance that she had only seen glimpses of before.

“ I- I want ..you”, she pushed out.

“ Again”, he gruffed.

“ I want yo—”, she whispered. His mouth slammed back onto hers as she felt her back being pushed into a wall. He’s flat against her, mouth to mouth. She can feel his erection press into her lower stomach. She gasped into his kiss, tearing at his armor. His forehead remained on hers.

“ You know I find it a little unfair that I learned how to say your name but you never learned how to say mine. That’s what you’d call unfair, no?” Only the then fabric of her underwear kept a barrier between them. He was pressing himself in her crotch and her eyes nearly rolled from the friction.

“ Unless you think I’m your enemy calling me Namor all the time?”

“ No!”

“ No ?” He tilts his head at her before pressing his mouth to her neck. Her stomach drops.

“ I’m sorry.” She panted. She looked up at him to check if he was actually upset. A small evil grin spread across his face.

“ No need to apologize. You will learn it tonight.”

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She’s picked up and pushed inside of the tent. Her back meets a soft surface and that’s when she realizes he got her a bed.

“ When did this happen ?”

“ Attuma told me that you missed your bed so we had one made and stuffed.”

“ Oh this is so nic—“

She barely had time to finish her sentence before he pulled her to the end of the mattress and parted her leg with his own body. Their lips connected again and they drank their fill of each other. Xahli clawed at his shorts but he didn’t let her have her way quite yet. Instead he took off his neck piece and threw it on the table beside them. She wiggled to get her shirt off and he pulled it off her, throwing it behind him without regard. Now the only thing left was her sports bra. He pushed it down to her hips watching the way her breast popped out from behind the material. She halted her movements, waiting for his reaction. He was just as still as her, taking them in and raking his eyes up and down her body. He carefully leans down and kisses her clavicle all the way down to the middle of her chest. She gushes with relief when his mouth wraps around the peaks of her breast. He sucks the bud into his mouth alternating between the left and the right. He’s incredibly gentle with her, not even wanting to knick her with his teeth. He pulls away massaging both her breasts in his hands. She tucks in her bottom life, trying to dampen the impatience she felt. His hands roamed down the sides of her body ever so softly, before they stopped at the rim of her panties. She begins to squirm, ready for him to take them off already. She was uncomfortably wet and sticking to the fabric. He pulled one side down and then looked up at her. “ Do it,” she urged quietly.

Her voice was filled with desire and restlessness. He just wanted to be sure that she still wanted this. With her permission he hooked both sides of the fabric and pulled her panties down with her sports bra, letting the fabric topple off the edge of the bed. There she laid in front of him, completely bare and waiting. He lost himself in the sight of her, roaming his eyes over her frame over and over again.

“ You’re still dressed”, she sat up and pulled at his pants. He pulled them down to his knees and his length flicked out, hitting him in the belly button. She gasps to herself at the sheer length. He was not only well endowed but he had the most dramatic upward curve. She shivered knowing just what it would reach inside of her. It was slightly darker than him with a deep mauve tip and veins that etched themselves across the top of his length. The underside had a thick vein that ran to the top of the head. He was uncircumcised, and very lightly trimmed. He no doubt took care of himself which was even more of a turn on. She grabbed him in her hand and she could feel his pulse. She looked up through her lashes at him as she spat on him and began to stroke him. His jaw twitches at her expression and she smirks, wonder if he wanted her mouth on him as much as she did.

Something snapped inside of him when he saw her tongue snake out past her lips, attempting to taste the pearl of release at the tip of him. Before she could even taste him, he pushed her back onto her back and pinned her knees to her chest. He could not wait a moment longer to taste her and so he did, dragging his tongue in a single swipe through her folds to catch every drop of arousal that stuck to her. They both moaned at the intrusion. Her taste was like static electricity on his tongue, bright and alluring, yet warm. He did not realize how thirsty he’d been all these years until he got a drink of her. He couldn’t stop himself.

“ Fuck!”, she spat. Her face was downturned into a permanent pout as he lapped on the mess of her inner thighs. He cleaned her of her arousal thoroughly, before heading straight for her target, her clit. He sucked on it firmly and exhaled a long hard breath.

“ Namor….” His false name spilled from her lips and she immediately regretted it when he hummed into her and slapped the side of her hip. The sting made her hiss and jerk away from him, he kept her locked in place.

He opened her legs to see her, still keeping his hands under her knees to keep her secure. She looked down to watch the way he moved his tongue across her skin. He extends his tongue and fucks her opening, filling her with it completely. Her eyes roll back and she collapses back onto the bed, taking full gulps of air. He gets messy, taking his lips and swiping them up and down her folds, coating himself in her. He laps at her at her clit, watching for her reactions.

“ Just like that …please Namor”, she whimpered. He slapped her thigh again and pulled away. She gasped at the impact, sitting up on her elbows.

“ You will address me by my name or I will show you why they call me Namor.”

“ I can’t remember h-how to say it.” She whined. He takes his long and nimble middle finger and dips it into his mouth before he slowly inserts it into her. Her head lull’s back between her shoulders as she cried out for him between curses. He twists it upwards and adds another.

“ God your fingers are so long”, she whimpered. She couldn’t control her eyeballs. They rolled back into her skull every time he gently jerked his fingers upwards. She holds onto his wrists for leverage while he slowly nudges the pad of her Gspot. She moves her hips with his hand, pushing her hand up to his shoulder. He connects his mouth back to her clit and sucks slightly firmer than last time which causes her to yelp. Her fingers dig into his scalp. His tongue was lapping at her eagerly and sloppily. He was messy, not caring about getting her in his mustache or beard. She mewled as she moved with his mouth. He took that as a signal to speed up his fingers and that earned another loud pitiful whimper from hert. She held her breath in anticipation. She was close and he could feel it. His tongue never left her clit, slurping and flicking it with haste.

“ Oohh”, she wrapped her hand around his wrist again as her whimpers and moans quiet down to small hiccups. She was nearly on the precipice, bracing herself for a release that hadn’t quite felt like her others. Her squeeze shut and her body begins to tense up.

“ Look at me”, he commanded. He held the back of her neck, forcing her in a half up position.

“ I can’t—I’m gonna—- fuck wait !”, she panicked. Namor kept his thumb on her clit, swirling it in circular motions. His other fingers persistently nudged her spot. His eyes never left hers. This was her undoing. Not a moment sooner, what feels like a balloon of pleasure pops and she gushes on his fingers, arm and chest. She bends away but he keeps her contained within the hand on the back of her neck. He doesn’t slow his ministrations until she’s finished spouting. She swats at his wrist and he pulls his fingers away from her.

She looks at him wide eyed and winded, not completely convinced at what just happened. He sucks his fingers thoroughly and leans down to lick her coated thighs and center. He lifted up to see her glossy, glazed over eyes that quite hadn’t left him yet.

“ Unfortunately I don’t think I’ll be able to go a day without you on my tongue”, his hands trailed up her body. She’s looking up at the opening of his tent, still dazed from her orgasm.

“ Xahli ?” He called her name. She looked at him with that same shocked and aloof expression.

“ Xahli”

“Mm?”, she smiled, high on post-coital bliss.

“ Are you okay?”

“Huh—-oh I’m fine”, she sat up, reaching for his length drunkenly. Before she could even wrap her hand around him he had her on her back again.

“ I must be inside you. I can’t wait any longer.” He Immediately positioned himself between her legs. She rests one hand on his shoulder and the other grips the bed sheet in anticipation. He slowly but surely pushes through her barrier. She was fully ready for him, wet with no resistance whatsoever. Xahli gasps at the intrusion, trying her hardest to relax her muscles to accommodate him. It’s been years since she had sex and her job didn’t allow her time to fulfill her own desires often. The most she had time for was usually her hand, no thanks to her early mornings. He’s sizable but not impossible, though he had to be the most impressive she’s ever had.

He kisses her as he begins to push in and out of her body. He remains nearly nose to nose with her, paying close attention to every expresion and whimper she makes. The more he angles his hips up, the more her face crumbles into a pout. His curve nearly magnetic to the spot, anchoring itself into her in the most perfect angle.

“ Is it there ? Is that where you want it ?”

“ Yesyesyesyes—”, she choked out. Her body couldn’t help but to squeeze and suck him into her everytime he drew out. He winced at the way her body constricted him, forcing his way in and out. He burrowed his face into her neck, sucking on her skin. She tried her hardest not to sink her nails into his flesh but when he’d swirl his hips her nails bit his skin. He was learning her entirely and while he had plenty of experience, every woman was different. There was few things he started to notice about her. Second to her clit, her neck and ears were probably the most sensitive place on her body. Every time he nipped, kissed or sucked those area she’s would desperately choke back a sob. He bit her more times than he probably should have but she didn’t seem to mind. When his mouth touched her ear it made her scratch him, which only made him drive himself deeper.

“ I want to see us”, she said. He lifts off of her to sit on his calf. He pulls out to his tip and she lifts her head to watch him slowly push in and out. A ring of her arousal soaked him at the base of his length. The echo of the cave only magnified the sound of her arousal.

He would slowly pull himself all the way out and then push right back inside. They both watch, drunk on pleasure. Her hands travel down his chiseled stomach and chest, addicted to the way his skin felt against her touch.

“ I’m not made of glass”, she whispered to him. He looked at her, asessing the state of her body.

“ Are you sure?” He grins because she’s clearly frustrated and in the mood to be wrecked.

“ Say it”, he taunts as he strokes into her.

“ Fuck me please”, she spat. He placed her knees into the cup of his elbows and began to rocket himself into her, picking up his pace and depth. Her mouth fell open in a strangled cry as he put weight behind his thrusts. The bed began to move as she held onto his shoulders for leverage.

“ Just like that. Just like like that yes !!” Her eyes roll back as a familiar pressure fills her. She barely lasts two minutes into his brutal pace before she cums around him. He does stop, forcing her to ride out her orgasm until the bitter end. She tries with her might to bite back her volume but she ends up screaming at the top of her lungs. She collapses onto the bed writhing from the over sensitivity. Instead of relieving her, he prolongs her release by rubbing her clit. There are tears in her eyes but not the kind from sadness. She hisses and pushes his hand away, trying to regain her composure. She pushes against his stomach and he halts momentarily. She is trying to catch her breathe, but is way too prideful to ask for a break.

“ Look at how wet you are. Táan a ch'aaj ti’ teen. (You are dripping off of me)”.

“ And yet I still can’t seem to remember your name.” She pants. She teasingly smirked at him. To her surprise she was flipped on her stomach. Namor laid flat on top of her, his mouth to her ear. She knew she was barking up the wrong tree. This man had the strength of 1,000 men and she kept begging for more and more. Eventually he’d hit a wall, figuratively or literally.

“ You have a concerning amount of trust in a man who’s not spilled his seed into a woman in almost 100 years. Have the orgasms gone to you’re head or are you just not that bright. A'aten (tell me).” She didn’t say a thing but rather bit her lip in anticipation. She pushes her ass into his crotch, trying to get some friction going between the two of them.

“ Nothing to say?” He pulled the back of her hair with his fist which took her by surprise. She winced at the force in his grip. Still she said nothing.

“ It is pronounced K'uk'ulkan. I’ll stop when you say it right.” He sat up on his knees and forced her onto her side. She fully expected to be taken from behind but he had other plans from her. He laid behind/beside her, holding her leg open and etching his palm into the back of her head, keeping her head upright, her chin to her chest. She would be getting a front row seat to the sight below her. His starting pace was brutal. Everytime he pushed into her heat, words formed on her tongue but would crumble away from every gust of air that left her mouth.

She can’t get her bearings, she can’t ground herself. He has torn her from any real head start. With eyes permanently stuck in the back of her head, he whispers his name into her ear tauntingly. It didn’t take long for her to find her release again. And despite the force of the orgasm that nearly pushed him out of her, he kept going. Devastating cries fell from her lips as her nails dug into his hip, his side, his hands and even the side of his face. Nothing deterred him. Not even the cries of pleasure as she claimed it was too much. “That’s quite the point my love”, he’d chuckle as he ruined her.

Not to mention, she was stammering over her words like her jaw turned to jelly. Whenever she’d come close to saying his name she’d fail.

“ Ku—AH!“

“ Kaaahh-FUCK”

“ k-k—-ahhh!!”

“ Kuk—-ohhmm”

Everytime she’d climb the mountain to freedom, his tip would magically brush against her Gspot and she’d crumble to the bottom. A challenge so simple, yet impossible. He had amazing stamina and didn’t fall to his own release no matter how many times she came around him. What she wanted howhere is real relief.

There was a knot in her stomach. That infamous ballon of pleasure was begging to be popped but he refused her clitoral stimulation to do so. He was toying with her until he got what he wanted. He’d kiss her silent, swallowing her cries and wails just for the fun of it.

“ kukulkan ”, she said but with the wrong pronunciation. She likely would have been able to say it had she not been pleasure drunk.

“ Not quite Lool (flower).”

“ You’re trying to kill me “, she panted, still not quite satisfied from her last orgasm but still overworked.

“ No. I only desire to give you pleasure. Does this feel like a man who’s trying to kill you?”, he reached down to her clit as he nudged into her deep spot.

“ No no no”, she shove her head, whispering weakly.

“ What shall it be?”

“ I give up”, she whined.

He was satisfied with that answer and began to vigorously rub her clit, while working where she needed him most. She inhaled deeply, closing her eyes for the massive orgasm that she knew would be her ruin. Only a few more nudges into her and the floodgates broke. She exhaled in horrific grunt that trickled off into a ear ringing scream as she soaked everything below her including his thighs, his length and the new mattress. The release knocked her dizzy and he came right after, grunting, spilling his seed deep inside her and on her. She figured he wasn’t lying about how long it’s been because he made a complete mess in between her legs.

They both lay there for a moment. She’s drenched in sweat and the release that belongs to the both of them. She tries to catch her breath and though he’s not winded, he’s fucked out. “ Well, now I certainly know why they call you NAmor . If not for the way you slay your enemies , then for your iron cock.”

He just chuckles. Before he was married, he had his fair share of lovers. She notices how hoarse her laugh is.

“ I think I may have blown out my voice”, she sighed.

“ I can bring you tea”

“ Maybe after I wake up.”

He leaves and comes back with a wet warm towel and cleans her up. He rejoined her in bed, pulling her into his side. They stare at one another in wonder. She hadn’t expected her first time with him to be that good. First time partners usually had to learn each other’s bodies. He knew exactly what she needed.

“ You’re so beautiful”, he said lowly. He rubs his thumb across her bottom lip. He’d given her far too many kisses, to the point that her mouth was slightly puffy. He couldn’t stop himself. He went in for another kiss and she happily allowed it, too blissed out care of the rosy tone they took from his mouth.

“ You are too.”

“ I wasn’t too hard was I ? “, he asked.

“ Please. It wasn’t my first rodeo with a dick”, she laughed.

“ I’m gonna’ assume that’s some weird surface saying. I’m also going to assume you mean you’ve done that before”, he chuckled.

“ Yes. Though, not anything like that. Maybe it’s your god powers or whatever but I don’t usually…cum in a continuous stream for minutes on end like that.”

“ Welcome to your new normal then.”

“ Okay”, she smiled sleepliy. She let out a loud yawn.

“ You’re tired?”

“Very ”

“ Sleep, go ahead. I’ll stay ”

“ You sure? You know you don’t have to stay. I’m sure you’re missing the party.”

“ That party will be going on in intervals for the next 4 days. There will be plenty of time to celebrate.”

“ Okay”, she said sleepily. The thought of their conversation before this crosses her mind.

“ I’ll do it.”

“ Do what?”

“ Take the herb. To stay here.”

“ You don’t have to make that decision yet. Not right now at least.“

“ I know I don’t but with the dick you just gave me? Yeah ..we can work some things out”, she snorted.

“ I’m serious Xahli. This life —-it’s hard. It’s hard to stay grounded. You could go insane.”

“ I’m just saying….my answer will still probably be yes once you bring it up again.”

He shakes his head at her stubbornness. All the qualities of the wife he knew. He wondered at one point should he stop separating the two. He watched her smile relax into contempt, as her face and body went limp. Her breathing slowed and she eventually slipped into a sleep. He watched her for a while before falling into a light sleep himself.

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She shifted awake because of the sound of mumbling. There were two different distinct voices with a high pitched clicking in the mix. She sits up and yawns, running a hand across her face. She slept long and heavily. The voices become more urgent but it’s not until she stands on her feet that she realizes it’s Attuma and Namor. She quickly pulled on a robe and honed in on their conversation. They were both clearly arguing. She stills and tries her hardest to listen behind the barrier of the tint.

“ What? You think it was easy for me to watch you wed her ? To watch you kiss her and hold her and I get fucking nothing ? Nothing ?”, his deep baritone voice mixed with the high robotic translator. He forgot to turn it off. She can’t understand what Namor was saying because he was speaking in Yucatec. She knows she shouldn’t listen but she can’t help it.

“ I have waited just as long as you. You deny me of this? You were not the only one in pain all those years. I could barely fucking talk to you. I lost you both and you left me alone to pick up the pieces. You hide her from me. You wanted her T—-“, Namor cuts him off harshly in his native tongue. Xahli peeks out of the gap of the tent, watching them.

“ You’re punishing me. I loved her and she loved me. I protected her, did you forget that ?!” Attuma’s voice raised as the translators volume raised as well.

“ Keep your voice down she’s sleeping”, Namor snapped in English. Namor responds is Yucatec again and she wishes she had her kimoyos with her.

“ She’s not a child. She felt our connection. Why deny her that ? As long as she has half of us, she will never truly be happy and you know that. The secrecy you have towards her will come back to haunt you. You have no clue what is good for her!” Attuma is yelling now and she jumped, causing a whimper to spill out her mouth. They both hear and see her, as she quickly hides behind the tent.

“ Come out Xahli ”, Namor says in a defeated tone.

“ I’m sorry. I didn’t meant to impose but I woke up.”

“ It’s fine. Come out, it’s okay “, Namor sighs.

Xahli guiltily pulls back the tent and sees Attuma standing there in his gear, this time without his headpiece. She eyes him warily as she steps out in front of the tent.

“ Hi.” She greets Attuma..

“ How much did you hear? ”, Attuma’s translator bleats.

“ Everything”

“ Fuck”

“ Fuck”, Namor and Attuma say in unison. One in Xhosa and the other in English. This could be a laughable moment for her if she wasn’t so embarrassed.

“ And I think Attuma is right. Whatever you have to say then just say it. You know.. I thought that after last night you wouldn’t keep anything else from me .” Theres a deafening silence between the three of them. Attuma gives the two of them a knowing look regarding her mention of last night? Xahli crosses her arms, waiting for somebody to speak.

“ My first wife was with Attuma. She loved him.” Namor waits for her reaction. He could tell Xahli did not fully grasp what he was saying yet.

“ She….was unfaithful ?”

“ No. We were all together. We were in love.”

“Oh.” She said meekly. A beat of silence passed over the cave. She finally gets it.

“OH!” she said loudly, fully understanding what he meant now. Her stomach dropped from the realization.

“ I did not want to reveal this to you quite yet because you just got here. I don’t know what you’re comfortable with and two men at once is …a lot. Just because she fell for the both of us didn’t mean that you would. So I told him to wait awhile.”

“ Attuma ?”, she turned to the blue man. He looked away with a guarded and annoyed expression.

“ It’s not just that he’s afraid you’d be overwhelmed. He’s afraid of what you’ll think of him because he’s in love with me too. We didn’t just share her. We loved one another individually and each relationship was unique in it’s own right. My relationship with Namor wasn’t always the same as mine with Coaxoch. But it was an agreement. It was love.” Attuma cuts his eyes to Namor. He’s hurt by Namor and Xahli can tell.

“ I’m attracted to someone’s spirit first. Gender is the last thing I care about when I truly love someone and I did not—.”, said Namor. He pauses hesitantly, wondering if Xahli would feel tricked.

“ Go on ”, she walks over to him and grabbed his hand supportively.

“ I know that sometimes surface people care about the relations between two people of the same gender. I did not know if you cared or if it would —disgust you in some way. So I held off ”, Namor huffs regretfully.

“ I would NEVER—EVER be disgusted by you are you crazy Namor ?”, she held his head in her hands. He’s looking past her and she can see the glint of tears in his eyes just barely there.

“ I would never. I respect you far too much. I respect this place far too much to enter it with any sort of bias or judgment. You’re free to love whoever you want and you don’t have to justify it.”, she smiled at him. He snaked his arms around her waist and she pecked the corner of his mouth. Still pressed to his chest, she turned around to face Attuma who currently had his arms folded.

“ Attuma.” She held her hand out to him. He looks at her hand then back up to her face.

“ I don’t want to leave you out. I admitted I felt something for you too. Maybe we can take this slow? We can get to know each other and start over. I’m willing to work towards that if you’ll have me,” She said. Attuma slowly walked up to her, his gear clunking with each step he took until they were a few centimeters apart. She looked up at him. “ I don’t want to take him away. I don’t want to come in between the two of you at all.”

“ You didn’t come in between us, her death did. We haven’t been quite the same since. We have had issues long before you were even a thought.”

“ Well I think you should apologize to him Namor. Apologize for treating him that way.” Xahli looked up at Namor, tilting her head back to get a good view of him. His hands tightened around her as he looked at Attuma with shame.

“ I am sorry Sáasil in kuxtal (light of my life). I know you might not forgive me but Coaxoch’s death changed me. I didn’t even recognize myself. I was selfish. I will spend eternity trying to make it up to you. Even if you won’t have me again.” Attuma stares at his lover painfully, seemingly conflicted on what his next move should be. He looks down to Xahli, and she nods encouragingly at him. She knew nothing of the decades they spent together but yet she so badly wanted them to work out their problems.

Attuma pressed against Xahli until she was stuck flat between them. His mouth smashed against Namor’s and she gasps quietly at the sight taking place above her. Never in her whole life did she think that she would be sandwiched in between two men kissing. Two men she had feelings for no less. The longer they kissed, the closer they pressed into the front and back of her. She figured they’d want some privacy so she attempted to move. Instead, they both kept her in place with their hands on her waist. It takes a few moments for Attuma to pull away from Namor’s mouth. Out of nowhere Attuma bent down and extended the kiss to her.

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[goddess-mixmi]

King Killmonger and his Queen Tempest🖤✨

As mentioned before Imani had been in small relationships with Erik Stevens before she realized Bucky had feelings for her. Both Erik and Imani had quite a lot of similarities, dead parents, being seen as outsiders despite being Wakandan, and wanting to give aid to people who look like them that can’t protect themselves. Imani didn’t think she was capable of love until she met him, he made her fell less alone.

Erik himself had a bit of a idolizing crush on her when she was first seen as Tempest and now he had a chance to be with him despite her trying to kill him at first for defeating T’Challa. Now she definitely could’ve held her own against him if her superpowers weren’t being restricted and he could’ve felt with her but he didn’t. He wanted her and she wanted him so he decided he’d marry her once everything was set in place. Imani almost got through to him about his motives being quite intense and promised to help the country that raised her and more when she becomes queen but it all went downhill in the end. And before he died he said he truly liked her, even left her with two kids of her own ( and depression too😭)

[oph3liatlou]

VICTORIA STARK - OC

─── 𝐻𝒶𝓈 ───

• 𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃? •

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VICTORIA ♡ STARK

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ʚ 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑 ɞ

Victoria's hands trembled, the warmth of her fire powers seeping through her fingertips. Though she had learned to embrace them, memories of the experiments, and the torment of Aldrich Killain, still haunted her. She stood there, conflicted between her past and her newfound strength, her eyes glowing like embers of determination.

"Who am I supposed to be?" she whispered, the flickering flames in her palms casting long shadows across the room. The weight of her heritage heavy on her shoulders.

─── 𝒞𝒶𝓃───

• 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋? •

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ʚ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 ɞ

VICTORIA MEREIDITH STARK !

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first name; Victoria is derived from the latin word "victoria" meaning "victory". In Roman mythology, Victoria was the goddess of victory, corresponding to the Greek goddess Nike.

middle name; Meredith is of Welsh origin, meaning "great-ruler".

last name; Stark is of English origin derived from the Old English word "stearc" meaning "firm and unyielding." In modern times, Stark means "severe or pain".

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 !

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Tori; was given the nickname "Tori" by her friends and family, a shortened version of her given name, Victoria. The name was affectionately used to differentiate her from her famous father, Tony Stark, also known as Ironman, who was a central figure in the Avengers. The nickname added a touch of familiarity and warmth, making her feel more approachable and less like the daughter of a superhero. It was a way for those closest to her to connect with her on a more personal level, beyond her father's larger-than-life persona.

Firecracker; Victoria's father, Tony Stark, often called his daughter "Firecracker" as a term of endearment. The nickname paid tribute to her fiery temperament and fierce determination, resembling the explosive power and captivating beauty of a firecracker. It was a way for Tony to express his love and acknowledgment for his daughter's resilience and strength in the face of challenges, often referring to her as such in moments of pride or admiration. The nickname served as a reminder of her unique and fiery spirit, reminiscent of a powerful explosion that illuminated the night sky.

Doll; Bucky Barnes calls Victoria "doll" as a term of endearment, a playful and affectionate nickname. The term "doll" suggests that he sees her as something precious, like a delicate and treasured object. At the same time, it also captures his fascination with her beauty and elegance. Nicknaming her "doll" is a way for Bucky to express his admiration and adoration for Victoria in a unique and endearing manner, setting her apart from others. The nickname serves as a constant reminder of her importance to him and the special place she holds in his heart.

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇 !

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date; august 10

zodiac sign; leo

ruling planet; sun

elemental sign; fire

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 !

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female & pansexual

─── 𝐼𝓈 ───

•𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃?•

ʜᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴇᴀᴅ?

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ʚ 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ɞ

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 !

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Victoria stands at an average height of 5'6" with an athletic and toned physique, shaped by her training and regular physical activity. Her facial features are sharp and expressive, framed by a cascade of unruly brown hair that tumbles down to her shoulders. Her eyes are a warm, caramel brown and are framed by thick lashes, adding an air of intensity to her gaze. Her attire is often practical and designed for movement, complemented by her strong, agile figure.

𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍 !

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When Victoria is not in battle, her sense of style is casual and comfortable. She tends to favor practical clothing that allows for easy movement and freedom of expression. She often opts for jeans or cargo pants paired with a simple t-shirt or a comfortable sweater. Her footwear of choice is usually sneakers or sturdy boots, ideal for walks or light outdoor activities. Accessorizing is minimal, with a preference for jewelry that is subtle and personal, such as a thin silver bracelet or a small pendant necklace. Overall, her style reflects her practical and no-nonsense personality.

𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 !

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When Victoria uses her powers, her demeanor transforms from reserved to fierce and commanding. Her eyes take on a fiery glow as the flames within her come to life, casting a warm, flickering light across her features. The air around her crackles with energy as heat radiates from her body, causing her hair to billow softly around her face. In this state, she exudes a sense of power and determination, her expression focused and resolute as she summons and harnesses the fiery energy within. This transformation is a testament to her connection to her fire powers and the strength she commands when utilizing them.

─── 𝒲𝑒'𝓁𝓁 ───

• 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 •

ᴡʜʏ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴡᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴄᴀʀᴇ?

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ʚ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 ɞ

𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒 !

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─ resolute; Victoria is determined and resilient, facing challenges head-on and refusing to back down easily.

─ compassionate; Despite her fiery demeanor, Victoria has a compassionate heart and a strong desire to help and protect others.

─ confident; With her impressive powers and skills, Victoria has a strong belief in herself and her abilities, which fuels her determination to push forward and achieve her goals.

𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒 !

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─ impulsive; Victoria has a tendency to act on her emotions quickly and without thinking things through, which can led to hasty decisions and consequences.

─ stubborn; Once Victoria has set her mind on something, she can be stubborn and inflexible, refusing to consider other viewpoints or change her plans.

─ arrogant; Due to her abilities and skills, Victoria can sometimes come across as arrogant or overly confident, underestimating others and their capabilities.

𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒 !

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─ guitar; Victoria's hobby is playing electric guitar. She finds solace in the loud, powerful music and enjoys the creative outlet it provides. She often spends her free time practicing her skills on different techniques and exploring new songs to add to her repertoire. Playing the electric guitar allows her to express herself and release any built-up tension or energy, providing a much-needed balance to her busy life as an Avenger.

𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 !

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─ pacing; Victoria has a habit of pacing back and forth when she's deep in thought or feeling anxious or restless. She often finds herself pacing around the room or her living space when contemplating a difficult decision or trying to strategize. This habit helps her expend excess energy and aids in her problem-solving process. She may also unconsciously hum or sing softly as she paces, allowing her mind to fully focus on the task at hand.

─── 𝐻𝑒───

• 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐋 •

ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴍᴀɢɴᴇᴛɪᴄ ꜰɪᴇʟᴅ

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ʚ 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 ɞ

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 !

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─ sarcasm

Victoria has a witty and sarcastic sense of humor and enjoys using playful banter and sarcastic remarks as a way to connect with others and lighten the mood in a given situation.

─ quality time

She values the bonds she has formed with her family and friends and derives great enjoyment from spending time with them.

─ music

As a hobby, Victoria loves listening to and playing different genres of music, finding inspiration and solace in the lyrics and beats.

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 !

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─ restriction

 Victoria values her freedom and dislikes feeling constricted or controlled, especially when it comes to making decisions or taking action.

─ aldritch killian

She harbors a deep-seated dislike for Aldritch Killain, the villain who experimented on and tortured her during the events of Ironman 3.

─ disloyalty

Victoria has little tolerance for people who are dishonest, untrustworthy, or unreliable, especially in her team or among her loved ones.

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 !

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𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫      red

𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝       pizza

𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥   lion

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠       cherry bomb

𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢��𝐭      ac/dc

𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞     fast and furious

𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞      the top of the avengers tower

𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐭    mars

𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎 !

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𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐫     socially

𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐫     no

𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬        no

𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭    yes

𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 yes

𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫       yes

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫      no

─── 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 ───

• 𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 •

ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴀɴᴋɪɴᴅ

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ʚ 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 ɞ

𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 !

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welder

Before becoming an Avenger, Victoria held a job as a Welder at Stark Industries. She worked in the fabrication and construction department, where she specialized in welding and metalwork. Her duties involved fabricating and repairing various metal components for Stark Industries' advanced technology, such as Iron Man's armors and weapons. Her skills and experience in welding made her an invaluable asset to the company and gave her a strong foundation of technical knowledge when she became an Avenger.

𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 !

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new york city

Victoria lives in a luxurious penthouse suite located in the heart of New York City. The penthouse is situated in a high-rise building that offers stunning views of the city skyline and the surrounding area. The apartment is modern and sleek, featuring a minimalist design with open-concept spaces and ample natural light. There is a spacious living room, a fully equipped kitchen, a home gym, a luxurious bathroom with a spa-like shower and tub, and a cozy bedroom. The penthouse is the ultimate escape from the chaos of her superhero life and offers her a quiet refuge where she can unwind and relax.

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 !

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highly upper-class

Having come from a wealthy upbringing as the daughter of one of the richest men on the planet, Tony Stark, Victoria's financial situation is one of great affluence and privilege. She has access to significant resources and assets, thanks to her father's wealth and status. As a result, she has never wanted for anything and can afford the best of everything, from living accommodations and travel to leisure activities and designer fashion. However, despite her wealth, Victoria remains down-to-earth and empathetic to the struggles of those less fortunate.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇 !

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Victoria is in excellent health, thanks to her regular physical training and adherence to a disciplined lifestyle. She maintains a healthy diet, exercises regularly, and ensures she gets enough rest and recovery time between missions. Her strong physical fitness, combined with her determination and resilience, allows her to withstand the demands of being an Avenger and to face any challenges that come her way. Despite the physical and emotional toll that comes with being a superhero, Victoria's health remains a priority, and she takes care of herself both mentally and physically.

─── 𝒩𝑜𝒷𝑜𝒹𝓎 ───

• 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐌 •

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ʚ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 ɞ

𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 !

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pansexual

Victoria is a cisgender woman and identifies as pansexual. Pansexuality means experiencing sexual, romantic, or emotional attraction to people of any gender, including cisgender, transgender, queer, or nonbinary individuals. It is a form of sexuality that is not limited by gender identity or expression. As someone who identifies as pansexual, Victoria is attracted to people of all genders and does not limit her attractions based on any gender boundaries. Being pansexual allows her to form connections with individuals based solely on their personality, character, and compatibility, without any restrictions or limitations imposed by gender stereotypes or expectations.

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 !

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Victoria's preferences in a partner are primarily focused on emotional and personal compatibility, rather than external factors such as physical appearance or material possessions. She values qualities such as authenticity, honesty, loyalty, and empathy in a partner, as well as someone who is supportive of her lifestyle as an Avenger and can understand the complexities that come with it. She appreciates intelligence, creativity, and self-reliance, but doesn't mind a partner with a playful or mischievous side as well. Communication, trust, and a shared vision for the future are also important to her in a relationship.

𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 !

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Victoria's dream date would ideally involve something adventurous, exciting, and fun, such as going on a thrill ride at an amusement park, exploring a new city or place of interest, or participating in an adrenaline-pumping activity like bungee jumping or zip-lining. She also appreciates more intimate dates that allow her to connect with her partner on a deeper level, such as having a picnic in a scenic spot, attending a live music performance, or watching a movie at an outdoor theater. Ultimately, the key element of her dream date would be spending quality time with someone she cares about.

𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑 !

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Victoria's past relationships, if any, have likely been shaped by her experiences as an Avenger and the challenges that come with her lifestyle as a superhero. It's possible that she has had partners who struggled with the demands of her job, especially if they had difficulty understanding the responsibilities and dangers that come with being an Avenger. However, it's also possible that she has found partners who appreciated and respected her lifestyle and were supportive of her career goals. Overall, her past relationships may have taught her valuable lessons about communication, trust, and the importance of finding someone who can balance her hectic life with her desire for connection and companionship.

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑 !

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bucky barnes

Victoria' relationship with Bucky Barnes, also known as the Winter Soldier, is complex and ongoing. Initially, there may have been some tension and mistrust due to Bucky's past as a brainwashed assassin and Victoria's loyalty to her fellow Avengers. However, as they worked together and got to know each other better, they developed a strong friendship based on mutual respect and admiration. Over time, this friendship may have blossomed into something more romantic, with Victoria finding solace and companionship in Bucky's company. However, their relationship would likely also be marked by its own unique set of challenges due to their respective backgrounds and traumatic experiences.

─── 𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 ───

• 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 •

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ʚ 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ɞ

𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 !

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pepper potts

Victoria's relationship with her step-mother, Pepper Potts, is likely complex and nuanced. Pepper has filled a maternal role in Victoria's life since her father, Tony Stark, and Pepper got married. As such, Pepper has provided guidance, support, and stability for Victoria, especially during challenging times in her life. Pepper is known for her resilience, intelligence, and dedication, which are traits that Victoria could admire and respect. However, given Pepper's hectic life and responsibilities as the CEO of Stark Industries and a superhero in her own right, it's also possible that their relationship could be strained at times due to conflicting priorities or schedules.

𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 !

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tony stark

Victoria's relationship with her father, Tony Stark, is likely complex and multifaceted. As the daughter of one of the world's most famous superheroes and a billionaire entrepreneur, she has grown up in the shadow of his larger-than-life persona. On one hand, she may have admired and looked up to her father for his intelligence, ingenuity, and bravery. On the other hand, she may have felt overshadowed and overshadowed by his legacy and the high expectations placed upon her as his daughter. Despite potential challenges, it's also possible that they share a close bond based on their shared experiences as Avengers.

𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 !

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morgan stark

Victoria's relationship with her younger sister, Morgan Stark, is likely one of love, protection, and closeness. As the eldest sibling, Victoria may have taken on a protective and nurturing role in her younger sister's life, guiding her and providing her with support and advice as she grows up. Given the strong bond between Tony and Pepper, it's likely that Victoria has been a positive influence on Morgan and has helped her navigate the complexities of growing up in the Stark family legacy. Overall, their relationship is likely one that is built on mutual love, trust, and loyalty.

𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 !

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natasha romanoff

Natasha and Victoria share a strong bond based on their time working together, and Natasha has often been a supportive figure in Victoria's life, providing advice and mentorship. They have also faced many dangerous missions together and have developed a deep trust and mutual respect for each other. Additionally, Natasha's wisdom, intelligence, and empathetic nature make her an ideal friend for Victoria to confide in and seek support from.

─── 𝒩𝑜𝓌 ───

• 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 •

ꜰᴏʀ ɪʀᴏɴ ᴍᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴘʀᴇᴀᴅ ꜰᴇᴀʀ

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ʚ 𝑨𝑼𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑹'𝑺 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑬𝑺 ɞ

𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒 !

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𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 : felicity jones

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 : ophelia

𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 : 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐃 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒

𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 : 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦

𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : ironman by black sabbath

𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐭𝐚𝐠 : #LucidTemp

[saisew]

Ritual Union giving Wakanda Forever 💜

I just needed y’all to see this.

Goddess.

Immaculate.

[babeyvenus]

Wakanda's Princess

Nakia's pregnant with T'Challa's daughter. What will these two do with the new princess?

Chapter 2: Introductions and Discoveries

T'Challa brought the curious girl within the palace, leading up to the throne room where his mother awaited.

He stood, greeting her royally before standing straight. "My son.", Queen Mother greeted with a kind smile.

T'Challa returned it. "I have someone I want you to meet.", he says. The older woman raised an eyebrow. Usually, he was up to his light, little schemes he and his sister occasionally played on their mother, but he seemed… happy. Happier than usual, actually.

T'Challa looked over his shoulder, watching as the small girl behind him peeked around him at the older woman before him. Queen Mother's head tilted in curiosity.

The young girl's features caught her eyes, however. Her shy smile gave way of her dimples that she knew so well. Though she questioned it, her mother's intuition was never wrong.

A softened smile played on her lips as she looked at her son. "She's grown so big. Why am I just meeting her?", she asked.

It was like T'Challa to hide something so big from her. "Actually, you'd have to ask Nakia. I had just found out today as well.", the prince admitted.

The older woman's eyes laid on the shy girl once more, watching as she looked around timidly. She reminded her of her when she was her age. The throne room was definitely intimidating, very big and very important. She was sure the girl felt out of place.

Queen Mother sucked her teeth in slight disapproval of her favorite spy's behavior of keeping this secret for so long. "I'll have a talk with her soon. For now, I want to know about my grandchild.", she says, smiling at T'Kia.

T'Kia gave her a smile, stepping around her father and stepping up to her grandmother.

T'Challa smiled proudly, and left them alone. He went down to his sister's lab, informing her of their mother's delight.

He was still nerved about having a daughter– no, a child at all. He wasn't prepared, but he did not regret meeting her in the slightest; no matter how late.

"You haven't stopped smiling yet.", he hears Shuri say. "Your niece is to thank for that. Mother is talking to her at this moment.", he responds, making his sister's eyes widen.

"Already? How'd that go?", Shuri asked. He could only shrug. His mother loved the girl the moment her eyes landed on her and he could just tell.

"It's wonderful that she knows.", T'Challa says. Though, as he looked at her projects. She was in the middle of making another suit for the Dora Milaje, except… this suit was a little smaller.

"You're already preparing her??", he asked. Shuri nods. "She's been training since the age of 10. It was her choice."

T'Challa frowned. Her choice? She wants to fight? He supposed she already had her mother's fighting spirit, but this early? It wasn't apparent to him. She was so shy compared to the women's behavior.

"She'll be fine.", Shuri says. "You were fine when you first started to train. You still need practice but, y'know.", Shuri laughs.

T'Challa frowns then smiles. "I still need practice?", he asked.

"You get distracted sometimes. It's about time you stop that.", she says, putting things away.

T'Challa scoffs. "I don't."

"You do too. And you know it.", she says, smiling back.

The older brother rolled his eyes and the siblings stopped as they heard their mother arriving.

Shuri grinned as she saw her mother and niece's smiling faces. T'Kia looked less shy now, which relieved Shuri greatly.

"Mother, you never come down here.", Shuri greeted and hugged her mother.

"Can't I come see my own daughter?", Queen mother asks.

T'Challa chuckled and looked at his daughter. "Ingaba uye wayonwabela?"

T'Kia nods, smiling at him. "I heard that she wants to fight with the Dora Milaje.", Queen Mother says, making the girl look at the woman in disbelief.

"Umkhulu!", she exclaims. "Shuri already prepared a suit for her.", T'Challa confessed.

T'kia eyes sparkled with excitement as she looked over the suit. Her very own suit.

T'Challa walks up to her. "In due time, you'll be queen." T'Kia frowns. "I don't think I'm up for that, Baba.", she says.

T'Challa's eyebrow raises. "And why not?"

"I want to stay a Princess. I don't think I could be Queen.", she says.

Queen Mother smiles. "It is a lot of work. But it is worth it to see your people smile and be safe."

"And plus, I can't be Queen. Your father already had to be king.", Shuri says, with an emphasis of wide eyes.

Shuri moves around her brother and places her hands on her niece's shoulders. "You're going to find a boy to love soon and–"

T'Challa stops her. "Wait, wait, wait. Do not tell her that.", he says, frowning deeply.

Shuri rolls her eyes. "Okay, not too soon, but as you get older.", she explains.

"Better.", T'Challa adds.

Queen Mother shakes her head and chuckles.

"Do I have to?", T'Kia asks, much to her father's appreciation.

"That's exactly the mindset I want you to have, Princess.", T'Challa says, smiling. "Not at the moment, but when you're ready."

T'Kia smiles in relief. She's seen the boys in the village, up to the middle of the city, to the palace. Not one has caught her eye yet.

She turns back to the suit in her arms before turning to her father. "Can I try it on?", she asks.

He sighs and nods. It couldn't hurt.

The girl smiles and goes to try it on. She admired the strength of the Dora Milaje. Their strong statures, their useful agility and quickness. It was amazing to watch at first, but to be trained by them, especially Okoye, she was excited.

As she walked back to the lab, the adults' eyes peered at her with surprise. Shuri squealed, rushing to hug her niece, "It fits! Thank goodness."

T'Kia smiles and hugs her back. "Thank you for this.", she says.

Shuri pinched her cheeks, grinning. "Now, you're ready."

Queen Mother walked up to her granddaughter, placing a hand on the girl's shoulder. "You wear this with pride. Pride, honor, and responsibility."

T'Kia stood straight and nodded. "Yes, my Queen.", she says.

T'Challa smiled proudly. For now, he had nothing to worry about.

The adults left the girl to explore after changing out of her uniform. She was introduced to her room that was next to her father's room.

"T'Kia!", the girl heard a familiar voice in the hall and left her room to see her mother.

"Mother!", she ran to hug her as Nakia hugged her back.

"Where's your father and what are you up to….?", she asks.

"I think he's still in Aunt Shuri's lab. I got my first suit for the Dora Milaje!", T'Kia says with pride.

Nakia smiled. "I'm happy for you. And so proud. You've become so strong, it's amazing."

T'Kia grins. "I have you to thank for that.", she says and gives her mother a tight hug. Nakia returns the hug and sighs. The girl has come a long way.

Though, she wasn't there for most of it. She was always on missions, so she was sure she missed a lot. It displeased her, but it was a relief to see her daughter so happy to be a warrior. Much more of a relief to know her royal family loved and quickly accepted her.

"Okay, I'll go talk to him. You be careful and behave.", she said and went about her way.

T'Kia looks at her father's room and walked inside, looking around. She came across a desk, cluttered with weird articles of paper on his desk.

'King T'Chaka Dead At The Scene Leaving Prince T'Challa and all of Wakanda In Shock'

T'Kia frowns. She didn't see articles like that here…

Everyone knew. It was a horrible thing to know, but it wasn't just broadcasted like a critical weather report.

It was… disrespectful to see it as some measly, random citizen that had died. It was more than that. It was more to T'Kia. She had never met the man and she wished she had sooner.

She couldn't imagine how heartbroken her grandmother was, much less her father who had to watch.

As she finished looking over the articles, she quickly left, frowning in sadness.

"Your Highness, what were you doing in there….?", she hears Okoye and freezes in her spot as she had just been caught.

T'Kia frowns at the warrior, not saying a word. "What's the matter??", Okoye asked.

"I just don't understand. How could they just broadcast my grandfather's death as if it was something to just get over?", T'Kia whispered.

Okoye frowned. Everyone in Wakanda knew that death wasn't the end, which was understandable as to why the princess was confused with the simplicity of America's tradition to just move on.

"I didn't even get to know him. It's not fair…", T'Kia muttered in sadness.

Shuri walks up to them as if on cue. "What's going on?", she asks.

"She's upset over King T'Chaka's death.", Okoye whispers to the older princess.

"Ohh." Shuri looks down at her niece. "Saw something you didn't like, didn't you….?", she asked and T'Kia nodded.

Okoye sighed. "Even though you never knew the King, he didn't know about you and didn't even have time to come home. He…didn't have the chance to. I'm sure he would've loved to meet you", she explained.

"Your father was busy as well. A lot has happened, so it may not have been too much of a disappointment to you until now.", Shuri says.

"So, does that mean that America is dangerous?", T'Kia asked. Shuri and Okoye looked at each other before looking back at the young princess. "Not entirely. At least, from what my brother has told me.", Shuri says.

She walks up to T'Kia. "But Americans are selfish at times which is why our weapons, our technology, everything we own including the nation is to be hidden under any circumstances. Do you understand?"

T'Kia nodded firmly and the two walked into her room. T'Kia laid down on her bed. She had to think this through. She wanted to know more.

"Curtains open or closed…?", Shuri asked.

"Closed, please.", T'Kia said.

Shuri activated her curtains to close and to reveal purple and white tiny stars around the girl's room, creating a galaxy atmosphere.

"Next time you want to go snooping, bring me with you.", she says and leaves with Okoye.

"I wish to be like Baba….strong, dependable, reliable….I'm not any of those things…", T'Kia whispered to herself before falling asleep with a small tear escaping her eye.

Hours later, she wakes up to see her father sleep in a chair and her curtains pulled back making her room engulfed in orange sunlight.

"Baba…", she softly called.

T'Challa woke up and looked at her with a small smile.

"You're awake.", he said and sat up.

"And in trouble, right?", T'Kia asked.

He sighed and closed his eyes. "You're not exactly in trouble…", he said. "Just a scolding…and an explanation.", he says.

She frowned slightly.

"So, no more snooping in my room. As you saw, you found something you did not like.", he said and T'Kia nodded.

"As for your grandfather…. I've stuck with him for a while. Just mere hours ago, I was informed that you existed. I didn't know your mother had you. She ran away with Shuri helping her with you, so I was busy with your grandfather.", he explained.

"So, you went outside of Wakanda and he died.", T'Kia says.

"He was killed. Purposely.", he says. "Someone had the intent of killing him. I didn't see who it was but I think I know who it was.", he says with a deadly expression.

T'Kia frowned in thought. "Baba… Will you take me outside of Wakanda…?", she asked.

His eyebrows rose. "To America, you mean?"

His daughter nodded.

He frowned and closed his eyes for a moment, sighing.

"Alright.", he said suddenly. They weren't going there to fight, no matter how "ready" she was. Just a quick visit. Nothing more. "I'll take you. Only because I know you will find some way of going anyways.", he says, smiling.

T'Kia hugged him and laughed. "Thank you."

T'Kia frowned mentally. The man who killed her grandfather and almost destroyed her family has only waged war.

[uzumaki-rebellion]

“The Offering” Part 1 of 3 (A Namor of Talokan Fic)

My first Namor story! Masterlist HERE.

Summary:

A young Wakandan woman attends an annual Mama Wati celebration to honor the sea spirit and surf with friends. She encounters a strange man in the ocean who claims to be from a land as powerful as hers. A man who calls himself, Namor.

NSFW. Smut. 18+. (7,330 words) Namor x Black Female OC

"You're ruling the way that I move And I breathe your air You only can rescue me This is my prayer"

Sade – "Cherish The Day"

It was the day of offerings for Mama Wati.

No time of the year ever made Lebadi happier than the first days of summer in Wakanda when the Border Tribe region celebrated the deities of the deep waters. Bast, Sekmet, and other higher powers were recognized inland, but on the sea, Mama Wati ruled everything. From the fishermen and fisherwomen to the military patrols on the ocean by the military, and everyday citizens, the big water was respected and revered. Mama Wati held sway there, and the annual offerings and celebration excited Lebadi beyond belief. Birnin S'Yan faced the sea and thousands of Wakandans made the trek across the mountains to the shorelands to dance, pay homage, and leave offerings to the mother of the sea.

Lebadi loved the trip because she loved to surf with her friends.

Every year T'limiwati—Revering the Mother of Waters—started the journey of packing up her father's Stealthmaster van with surfboards, firewood, and food. Lebadi drove around to pick up her four friends before they stopped at a temple to pay for blessed offerings to put into the sea. Mama Wati liked sugary treats, blue flowers, and small puff pastries shaped like seashells.

The drive would only take two hours, so her friends, N'ku, Pule, Ausi, and Benya would sing songs with her, eat snacks, and hope to find decent parking.

"We should've taken the monorail," Benya complained, as Lebadi tried her best to find a parking situation large enough for her father's van, but not too far away for them to trudge along with all of their gear.

"Not with all this stuff," N'Ku huffed.

"How about I drop you all off to find a suitable camping spot, and I'll catch up later," Lebadi offered.

Her friends agreed, and she pulled up near a sea wall where they offloaded their things. She happily drove away, knowing she wouldn't have to lug anything, not even her own stuff once she parked. Mama Wati must've known they had a great offering for her because Lebadi was able to snag a parking spot that was only a twenty-minute walk back to the beach.

The pilgrimage that year ran deep. The splendid weather, warm water, and balmy temperature brought out a dense wave of Wakandans for the celebration. Lebadi ran her fingers through her shoulder-length goddess braids she decorated with shells and blue flowers. It was the perfect style for swimming and surfing in seawater. Her skin was already turning a darker red-brown hue from the sun as she tapped her kimoyo beads against her father's car, sending up a protective shield that kept sand, sun, and seawater from damaging the paint.

Tugging on her short shorts that her plump ass cheeks tried to swallow, she checked her bikini top to make sure her plum-sized breasts weren't popping out like they were in the car. The top was a size too small on purpose, but it gave her the desired effect she wanted on N'Ku. He checked her out in the car despite his insistence that they stay friends after a not-so-successful try at a relationship. She thought that being out of college would make her love life easier, but the men around her were pitiful.

The walk to the beach thrilled her by seeing all the elaborate altars and gifts being brought to the beach for Mama Wati. She wished her grandmother was still alive. Their family used to show off by building a giant altar, but once Umi became an ancestor, her family didn't go to the ocean anymore. A pity. Umi taught Lebadi how to surf and she was going to keep up the tradition of surfing for Mama Wati until she was an old woman, too.

"Kgopo molemo!" Lebadi cried out when she caught up to her friend's campsite.

Wicked Good indeed.

They found the perfect location up against a sea bluff that protected them against any wind and was also far enough away from dense crowds hunkered down on the sand. There was a lot of dried and rotten seaweed separating them from folks that attracted flies and a subtle stench that was bearable to them, but unpleasant to others. She didn't care. They had room and privacy for their tents and boards. Gazing across the shore, families erected altars and there was a large old-fashioned blue and white boat decorated with blue flowers and filled with gifts for the sea, waiting to launch beyond the waves.

Wiggling out of her shorts, Lebadi made a show of jiggling her backside. N'Ku ignored her, his eyes fixated on the waves. They were big enough. Over six feet high. She held a hand above her eyes, shading them from the sun to see how far out the swells were, and how fast they were rushing in. Her board rested on her beach blanket, already waxed and ready to go. Checking her kimoyo, they had about ninety minutes to surf before the official ceremony began. They all stretched and put on rashguards, except for N'Ku and Ausi. He had on a full black wetsuit, and Ausi wore a short dark blue wetsuit that hugged her heavy curves.

"Last one in!" Lebadi shouted, kicking up sand.

The others chased after her with their boards and they spent a cracking good time snagging waves left and right until her kimoyo lit up. It was time for the offering ceremony. Lebadi twirled her finger in the air to let the others know it was time to stop. She paddled toward the shore fast when a wave lifted her. She popped up on her board like a rocket shot, balanced her arms, and took a quick glide along the lip of the wave, doing a three-sixty spin before dropping down. Her fingers skimmed the wall of bluish-green water that almost curled over into a nice liquid tunnel, but she overcompensated her balance and fell headfirst, knocking into Pule, whose husky voice shouted her name before he plummeted into the water too.

Soaking wet and full of laughter, the five friends scurried to their campsite to change into ocean-blue cotton tunics. Carrying the small offering basket they purchased at the temple, they delivered it to the large ceremonial boat. Several elders watched over the boat and accepted the gifts people brought. Seven djembe and talking drum leaders beat out a loud drum call and an old woman draped in an eggshell white dress with aquamarine flowers in her hair sang an ancient song to Mama Wati that Lebadi knew by heart. Two men and a woman paddled the offerings away and all the spectators onshore watched it sail far out to sea. The elder continued to sing and in the distance, they humbly observed all the offerings dropped in the water by the small boat crew.

When ululations ripped out from the throats of the onlookers, the drummers kicked up their pounding and Lebadi danced around her friends. They took time to admire the altar displays by families who decorated their own praise for Mama Wati. There were so many dotting the seawall.

They shared a fancy lunch together, and Lebadi relaxed into the fun for the rest of the day. By early evening, families left the beach for the inner-city entertainment. Soon, it was time to spark up a campfire and roast seasoned chicken kebabs and yams after a good surf day.

Lebadi reached into her open tent-flap door for the small paper napkin filled with sugar and special spices for Mama Wati that her grandmother used to make. She pulled off her tunic, revealing her bikini again.

"Be right back," she said.

"Hey, Lebadi. You're not surfing again, are you?" N'Ku asked as she lifted her board from the bluff wall.

"Just putting something out in the water for my Umi. Won't be long," she said.

N'Ku nodded and watched her carry her board back to the ocean. She felt self-conscious about her booty because she knew he was checking it out. Glancing back, she waved at him. He shook his dark locs threaded with shells, and she admired the lean muscular physique he showed off with his delicious sable skin. Bright white teeth gleamed at her. Her heart skipped a little. Maybe something could jump off later.

The far side of the beach was cleared of people, and the dull sound of music and carnival festivities echoed far behind her. Sunlight glinted off of the water with a final showy display of magenta and a sliver of blue for the sunset. She dropped her board on the water and skimmed over small waves, her strong arms paddling toward the orange sun. Straddling her board, she checked her leash, loosening it before she pulled out Umi's offering. She sprinkled the mixture gently into the water. The sugar dissolved, but the spices floated before being washed further out to sea.

"Mama Wati, I know this is your day, but my Umi, she was special to me. She taught me about you… she taught me how to love the ocean and ride the waves. Forgive me for honoring her with you. I don't know when I will be out to the sea again. Bast be blessed in your holy waters. Yibambe."

Lebadi dipped her fingers in the cooling water, cleansing her hands of sugar and spices. Reaching into her hair, she unfastened a flower and dropped it for a small wave to catch. It floated around her surfboard and a peace came over her. She sprawled out flat on her board and let her eyes gaze at the languid water, feeling lazy and free. Drifting off to a mini-sleep from a long day, her board rocked and lifted, gently pacifying her mind.

Minutes later, she opened her eyes and nearly fell off of her board. Two piercing dark brown eyes stared back at her from the water. They were attached to a handsome young man's tawny brown face. His ears were pointed and his dark wavy hair sat plastered around his forehead. A jade septum piercing captured her attention, and then her eyes drifted down to look at the most kissable lips that were parted slightly. His gaze had her transfixed. She held her breath, and he reached for her hand.

Lebadi sat up quickly, and a fresh wave rocked her, throwing her off the board. She splashed around, looking for the man, and glimpsed his feet diving below the surface. Were those tiny wings on his ankles?

She gagged on seawater because her mouth sat agape, and the shock of being spied on subsided. The man wasn't Wakandan. He didn't look like a citizen of their border country neighbors of Canaan or Azania. The man clearly wasn't African of any kind. He didn't look like the colonizers she learned about either, their pale flesh naked and strange like food without seasoning.

Something moved under her.

Lebadi scrambled onto her board and tried to catch the next wave back to shore, berating herself for not hitting her kimoyo quickly enough to film the man on a holo pic. She tapped it before she popped up on her board. A small wave rose and Lebadi rushed to snag it, but her leash stretched behind her and it dragged her off her board. She smacked hard into the water. A dorsal fin popped up, and terror hardened like cement in her stomach.

A great white shark.

Normally, they were confined to Southern Africa, but the shark circling her missed the memo. She struck the water to scare it away, and amazed herself by not screaming. Panic would overtake her if she did. She lunged for her board again and pulled herself out of the water, lying flat and still. The fin came around again and she could only guess at how big it was under the dark water.

"Mama Wati, help me," she whispered to the sea.

A thrashing in the water scared her shitless. She wanted to paddle away, but her arms would look like a tasty snack. Teeth chattering, Lebadi took a chance, sank her arms in, and stroked. A wave lifted her, and she jumped up quickly, focusing on getting to shore. She did no tricks or special moves, just rode the wave straight. Her board fins struck something, but she kept her balance, twisting her body to maintain control until she arrived on the wet sand that snaked between her toes.

"Holy Bast!" she shouted.

Running with her board back to her campsite, she kicked up a fuss. Her friends were tipsy from sharing a bottle of liquor.

"A great white attacked me!"

Her friends stared at her from around the fire. Benya held out the liquor to her.

"Well, shit!" N'Ku said.

Lebadi took a swig of plum liquor, and her friends followed her back to the water. They used lights from their kimoyos to illuminate the waves, but there was nothing out there.

"There was a strange man out there, too. I wonder if he was injured," Lebadi said.

"I don't see anything. Maybe it swam away," N'Ku said.

"I hope so. I'd hate to come all this way and can't surf because Jaws is swimming around," Ausi teased.

They searched the water with her for ten minutes until they grew bored.

"Maybe it was a dolphin, yeah?" N'Ku said.

"No. I know a dolphin fin when I see it. That was a shark out there," Lebadi said.

"And a little merman," Benya snickered.

Lebadi threw up her hands, and they returned to the fire.

More drinking commenced, with Lebadi partaking heavily, and after midnight, they were inside their tents asleep. Everyone turned in except for Lebadi. She let the fire burn down to the hot, glowing red coals before she took a walk along the shore away from their tents. Moonlight turned the peaks of the water into glowing white slashes of silvery light. Checking her kimoyo beads, they didn't do a great job of capturing anything because she didn't change the setting to get a wide 3D view of her surroundings.

Wait… there!

She froze the image. It floated in front of her, and she took her index finger and thumb to enlarge a section and cleared it up.

His eyes!

The static image seemed so strange. Water surrounded his face, with his hair swirling around. His body sat hunched forward like he was riding something…

She covered her mouth with her hand. The great white shark was underneath him. He straddled it like she did her own surfboard. There were no more images better than that one. Perplexed, Lebadi glanced at the water. Moonlight bathed her in tranquil blush-white light, and the soft sound of foamy water tickled her ears. He couldn't be human. Not with those ears. She could swear that she saw non-human feet, too.

She gasped.

He was there.

In the water.

Lebadi stepped forward until her toes were coated with foam and surging water, but she remembered the shark and kept the water at knee level.

"Hey!" she shouted, waving at him.

She didn't expect him to come to her, but he did, striding out of the sea in small tight trunks dripping wet. His hair was slicked back from his face, and it allowed her to observe him in the moonlight and the glow from her kimoyo beads. He was just under six feet, maybe three inches taller than her in comparison. His eyes made him seem larger than life, and their darkness penetrated every inch of her. His shorts hid nothing of the dick print bulge. He studied her too, taking peeks at her body and the lack of clothing she had on with her tiny bikini set. An elaborate choker necklace draped around his neck and she could make out gold cowrie shells, small beads, and strings of—

"Is that vibranium?" she said.

The shock of her tone startled him, and he looked at his jewelry.

Wakanda was the only nation that had vibranium.

"You're bleeding," she said, pointing to his side.

He turned around, and she saw the deep gash in his back.

"How did that happen?" she asked.

He pointed at her and his lips quirked up. Was he smirking?

"Me? How?" she asked.

He moved his hands to tell a story, and she made out that her surfboard had crossed over him and her board fins underneath cut him up.

"Can you understand me, or am I just thinking you can?" she said.

"Tene Tin na’atik … I understand," he said.

His voice scared her. It was forceful and slightly seductive. There was an accent, but she gawked at his ability to know her language. She eased back from him slowly.

"We are isolated from other places. How can you know Wakandan? Where did you get that vibranium? Did you steal that from us?"

Lebadi's voice grew haughty and protective of her country's secret resource.

"My people have our own."

"Rhino shit! It's native to our country. You stole—"

His hand went around her throat, preventing her from talking or yelling for help.

"My people don't have to steal," he said through gritted teeth.

"Take your hand off of me."

His head tilted and she swallowed as best she could.

"Watch what you say to me," he said.

The growl in his throat made her stomach jump. He released his hold on her and she rubbed her neck.

"The shark didn't attack you," she said.

"It knows better than to bite me. I raised it."

"Like a pet? Serious?"

He looked over her shoulder, and she glanced behind herself. N'Ku was up and about, kicking sand on the coals. Lebadi turned back to the man, and he was gone.

"Wait! Don't go!" she called out.

She ran toward the water. There was no splash. She would've heard that. Looking around, there was only the high bluff he couldn't climb up. He didn't run down the opposite side of the beach either.

"What are you doing way over there?" N'Ku cried out.

She ambled over to him on the cool sand.

"Walking around. Couldn't sleep."

"Stay close, yeah?" he said.

He rubbed her hair, flicked one of her decorative hair shells, and crawled back into his tent. She walked back to where she last saw the stranger.

"Where did you go? Am I drunk?"

The plum liquor had been strong. Maybe she had too much. She turned toward the bluff and—

"Fuck!" she shouted.

The man stood there, a sly smile on his face.

"How did you… do you have a camouflage shield or something…?"

"Bix a k’ a’aba’? What is your name?" he asked.

"Tell me yours first."

He stepped closer to Lebadi until his nose was an inch from her face.

"Eeen kaah-bah eh … K'uk'ulkan by my people. My enemies know me as Namor."

"So what am I to you?" Lebadi asked.

"I don't know yet. Who are you?"

"Lebadi."

He circled her, and the skin on her arms pricked with goosebumps. Not because it was cold, but because she found his behavior unnerving. He sniffed her hair, then stood in front of her again.

"Where are you from?" she asked.

He held a hand up to stop her from talking.

"I am looking for someone. A man was out in the water earlier. He dropped offerings into the sea with other people. I need to find him."

"I don't know anyone from earlier. I'm here with my friends to celebrate Mama Wati."

"Your God?"

"The mother of the waters," she said.

"Ixchel."

Lebadi shrugged, not understanding the new language he spoke.

"You are not afraid of me," he said.

"You rode a great white shark. If you wanted me dead, I would've been dead out there."

The intensity of his gaze became too much.

"I can't help you," she said.

She turned away.

"Would you like to ride him?"

Lebadi laughed in her mind at the nasty thought that ran through her brain about him when he said that. He had a solid body that would tempt any woman to climb on it. Fuck that shark.

"Me ride a shark?" she said.

Lebadi sucked her teeth.

"I'd rather know why you're here. What do you want from that man you're looking for? Are you a spy for the Americans?" she said.

King T'Chaka had begun a series of visits to the United States and the Wakandans worried about the west encroaching on their secrets. Lebadi pulled her hands in toward her chest. This was a national security situation. Liquor had her slipping up big time. She tapped her kimoyo to summon the authorities. Namor pulled on her beads and they fell apart, dropping onto the sand with soft plops. She dropped to her knees and gathered them back up onto her wrist. He held one away from her.

Lebadi ran back toward her camp, her hair shells jangling across her neck as she fled, and Namor's right arm encircled her waist. His left arm pointed above his head and they both lifted off the ground, racing upward fast, flying past the high bluff until they reached the top. Air breezed past her body and she closed her eyes from her fear of falling out of his grip. He dropped her on the soft tufts of grass at the edge. Too frightened to move, she stared at Namor's body floating in the air near the ledge. The small wings on his ankles fluttered like a hummingbird's wings. He glared down at her, daring Lebadi to move. She stayed on her rump.

"I must find this man soon. His name is Owiti Kiprono—"

"That is not a Wakandan name. I think you came to the wrong country," she said.

His eyes narrowed, and his lips became a tight line.

"I'm not lying. That name sounds Kenyan. You made a mistake coming here," she said.

She scooted backward slowly, and he crouched down to meet her eyes again.

"I cannot stay here long," he said.

"I don't know what to tell you."

He closed his eyes and sighed. Plopping down next to her, he plucked at the grass and threw it over the side of the bluff. That action alone made him seem so young. He looked her age, perhaps early to mid-twenties. There was peach-fuzz soft facial hair, and despite the maturity in his dark eyes, Namor acted as if he had a curfew, like he had to do something before his parents found out. How would an elder punish a flying fishman?

"You live out there?" she asked, her chin lifted toward the sea.

"I must leave," he said, raising up.

Lebadi grabbed his arm and held him. His skin felt cool and smooth, the muscle in his arm hard. He looked down at her hand gripping his flesh and jerked it away.

"Sorry," she said.

They sat together in silence, the crash of waves growing more frequent as a high tide rolled in. Far out in the sea, giant swells teased her eyes.

"You want to be on that?" he asked, nodding toward the large swells.

"Too far. I have a flying glider board that can take me out there, but it broke. We aren't allowed to go beyond five miles with our tech in the open."

"Because you hide yourselves?"

"Yes. If people outside knew about what we have…"

"My people are the same. It is forbidden… forbidden to be so far away… here."

"What do you call your home?" she asked.

"Talokan."

"Talokan… K'uk'ulkan… Ixchel …" she said, sounding out his language.

She looked at his ears and then gazed down at the wings on his feet.

"Do all your people—?"

"No. I am different."

She left the word mutant alone, not wanting to offend him. He flexed his fingers, stood up, and his body rose above her, those wings whirring fast.

"Wait, you can't leave me up here!"

Lebadi jumped up, and he flew past the ledge with a sly smile on his face.

"It'll take me forever to walk all the way down and back to my camp!" she whined.

"I need time to disappear before you tell the others."

"You haven't really done anything for me to tell them about."

He moved his hands in a wide arc while flying, and she put a hand on her hip.

"Okay, yeah… the flying thing is gossip-worthy. But you didn't hurt me, and nothing major happened… wait!"

He floated back six feet, and she stomped her feet.

"Come on!" she said.

"I like when you pout," he teased.

A smile lit up his face, and the moonlight gave his skin an eerie glow. She didn't want to grovel, but she also didn't want to make a long ass trek either.

"I'm scared," she said in a hushed tone.

"You faced a shark and didn't scream."

"I was in shock."

Namor held his hands palms up.

"Take my hands," he said.

Lebadi shook her head, but her feet had a mind of their own walking toward the ledge. Her hands ignored her brain signals too and reached for him. Clasping his hands, she curled her fingers in his and let out a nervous breath. Stepping out into the air with her right foot, she made the mistake of looking down.

"Namor!" she yelped.

Namor held her up and flew backward fast before tossing her in the air, her arms and legs flailing about before he caught her by the waist. He guided her down, not toward her camp, but across the dark waters dappled with moonlight and holding secrets of the deep.

"Easy, breathe easy, Lebadi," he cooed in her ear.

They dipped low and her stomach seemed to fall behind her as he whipped them across a giant wave that she saw minutes ago from so far away. He slid his hand from her waist up along her arms until she dangled below him, her legs swinging against wind and ocean spray. She whooped it up as he lowered her so that her feet skimmed across the top of a giant wave, cooling her feet and making her laugh hysterically. He swung her in another direction gently and her heels surfed the crest of another wave like she was water skiing. Dropping her into the ocean from twenty feet high, she splashed around frantically, terrified that his shark buddy would leap out and swallow her. Namor landed above the water, standing on top of it with his hands on his hips, looking down at her. He sank down into the water as her panic escalated and she threw her arms over his shoulders when the shark's fin appeared behind him.

"Take me out! Please, take me out!"

"He won't hurt you. See?"

The shark nestled close to Namor, and the man stroked the slippery cold skin.

Lebadi pressed her face into his neck and shivered in fear.

"Nothing will happen to you."

He stroked her hair and lifted her chin up.

"I promise," he said.

She wiped her eyes of water and nodded her head to him. Glancing to her side, Lebadi regarded the shark with trepidation, but she took a chance and stretched out her trembling arm toward the sea creature. Like dolphin skin, it was slippery, like wet rubber, and pliant when she pushed on it. She stroked the dorsal fin and nearly passed out when its head splashed toward her and she saw one of the cold black eyes staring back at her. Shoving her face back into his neck, Lebadi was done with the marine life show and tell.

Namor patted the shark near its gills, and the beastly animal went under the water and away from them. He lifted Lebadi in his arms, cradling her against him like a baby as he floated above the surface, flying them back to shore. She held onto his neck, watching the sand and bluff grow closer until they were back on land.

Face to face, they stared at one another.

"Good luck with your search," she said.

He touched her cheek, and the heat of her wet skin swallowed his damp coolness up. Those dark flashing eyes caused her insides to tumble and quake, making her feel a thick anticipation. Their attraction to one another was unquestionable. He slid the pad of his thumb across her top lip, following along its full shape before he leaned in and kissed her. The soft hairs of his light goatee tickled, and she smiled, opening her lips, allowing him to slip his tongue into her mouth where he explored every part. She gave back in return, sucking on his lower lip, fusing them together with slow succulent kissing. Her arousal triggered something in him as he pressed into her body. Firm muscles molded against her breasts, and the thin material of her bikini top revealed taut nipples. His right hand moved across her chest until it fondled a left breast, plucking at her nipple with gentle pinches. He slid the bikini bra cup aside, lowering his head to suckle. His tongue was incredibly warm dancing around her areola and her knees buckled when he lifted to kiss her again, his tongue snaking in and out of her mouth to taste every molecule, making her mouth water.

Her pussy already felt engorged, and every time he thrust his tongue between her lips, it throbbed with wanton need. His carnal desire for her curled her toes as his tongue and lips created a wet trail of gentle kisses along her neck. He moaned in her ear and her stomach became a swarm of butterflies trapped inside of her.

Their necks twisted from side to side, trying to find the best way to kiss more passionately, and she loved the failure of it. It seemed to irritate him, and he pulled back to stare at her with brooding arousal. She glanced down at his trunks and the thick erection protruding out toward her made her frantic to kiss him more. His dick pressed into her and Namor wanted Lebadi to feel it. He rubbed against her and she ground her vulva on it. When she looked down at his trunks again, he had his hand down there, tugging on the length. The tip peeked out and a heavy mushroom cap dripped pre-cum.

Lebadi moved his hand to her mound, and he took the invitation to heart by sliding his fingers down her scant bikini bottom. He stroked her clit first, his index and middle finger working tight gentle circles before touching her slippery wet folds. She was a frothy ocean down there and Namor pulled out his fingers to lick up all of her essence, making eye contact as he did it to show her how good she tasted to him. He smacked his lips and went back for more, tracing odd shapes along her folds and clit, teasing her with so much pleasure that she squealed out loud. He clamped a hand over her mouth and looked toward her campsite. No one was awake or searching for her. Moving his hand, he crashed his lips over her mouth, kissing the living breath out of her. Namor fondled her clit with expertise, and she thanked Mama Wati for the gift of her offering to the sea.

"Oh, my Bast!" she cried out.

Namor dropped to his knees and slid her bikini bottom to the side and feasted on her swollen clit, kissing and sucking to his heart's delight. His hands reached up to cup her ass cheeks to keep her in place. Lebadi stood and watched the ocean waves crash to shore as an orgasm surged. She grabbed for his hair and held his head against the clipped hairs of her vulva, panting and saying his name under her breath, willing herself not to scream. When his plush lips held her clit, and his tongue slurped all over it with warm saliva, Lebadi threw her head back and jammed her fingers in her throat to stifle the scream that she let out. She fell apart all over his mouth, the deep throbbing of her release reaching all the way to the back of her pussy. His seductive, penetrating eyes watched her cum all over his lips and tongue, extending her release, the orgasm rolling across her flesh in heated waves that made her scalp tingle and her eyes roll back.

His lips moved away from her pussy with a wet smacking sound, and they glistened with her sticky juices. He grinned and slid his tongue across his slips to swallow up every drop of her. Lebadi staggered back from him and Namor jumped up quickly to keep her from falling flat on her ass. Her entire body trembled with aftershocks, and the throbbing between her thighs wouldn't stop. She craved him.

Slamming her lips over his, she sucked her own taste from his mouth while he lowered his trunks and fisted himself. He coated his dick with all the pre-cum that dripped down from a deep slit and lifted Lebadi up by her hips, positioning her over the head of his erection. Sanity and thoughts of protection left her brain as she slid down his thick, brown dick. She wanted to be fucked good and proper by a man who laid her pussy out.

Namor's thrusts into her hot, gushy pussy had her mewling into his neck. He held her up easily, like she was a feather floating on the wind. His balls slapped against her ass cheeks, and she thanked all the Gods on land and sea for letting him stretch her pussy out on the beach. He grunted, the pleasure enveloping him too. He spoke to her in his own language, and she could only guess that he was telling her how good she felt on his heavy erection. His plundering of her pussy only made her more vocal, her yelps and wailing in his ear encouraging him to thrust with more conviction.

"Oh, Bast… Namor!" she shouted.

Weightlessness.

She clung to his shoulders as she gazed down at the sand he was not standing on anymore. Namor flew up along the bluff, still fucking her as he flew, and pressed her back against the hard wall of rock halfway from the top.

"You are too loud," he grunted, twisting his sinewy hips and pumping her full of Talokan dick.

Her pussy made squelching noises, and he slowed his strokes to tease her before flying them up again. He landed back on the soft tufts of grass at the top, but kept her on his dick. His breath was hot against her skin, and Lebadi's pussy clenched, making him shout her name from the pleasure of the tight grip. Laying her down on the grass, he pushed her thighs back and wiggled out of his trunks, giving her time to untie her bikini from top to bottom. She cast caution to the wind. Dick that good wouldn't come around that often.

He smiled at her as if he had read her thoughts. His beauty in smiling had her all soft and gooey on the inside, like she wanted to run home and tell her Mama that she finally met the one man to change her entire life forever. Lowering his face to hers again, Namor kissed her cheek and then her forehead. He turned his head as if he heard something.

"What is it?" she asked.

He shook his head, "Nothing."

He peppered tiny kisses across her clavicle and dragged his lips to her belly button, where he tongued it playfully, tickling her and making her giggle. Lebadi rubbed his head, letting her fingers caress his hair, and he looked at her again. She touched his nose piercing and the fire in his eyes reflected moonlight and a yearning for something beyond his grasp. Moving lower on her body, he kissed her thighs and the fold of skin near her vulva.

"I like the taste of saltwater on your skin," he said, licking her more.

He positioned himself between her legs and lined up his dick with her opening. Penetrating her gently, the bulbous tip parted her folds and her legs shot up straight to the moon.

"Ooohhhhh," she groaned.

He held her thighs with reverence, pumping in and out with delicate strokes. There was no fast fucking this time. He wanted to etch their lovemaking on the stars above them. It was so slow that it brought tears to her eyes. She whimpered his name, and he closed his eyes, his lower lip housed between his teeth, seawater dripping from his hair. He hunched over Lebadi and rocked into her body a little faster, the quicker pace forcing moans to fall from his lips.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and he repositioned them so that she was on top, riding him with feverish intent. He palmed her breasts and stroked her nipples, watching her pussy slide up and down his length with vigor. She was so close to cumming again. Namor played with her clit, rubbing it softly and edging her closer to paradise.

"Fuck!" she yelled.

Flipping her over, Namor planted himself deep, stroking her at an angle that had her squeezing her eyes shut, thrashing under him. The beads from his choker dangled and scraped across her skin. He tossed her legs over his shoulders and tongued her down between giving her praises in his language. The man talked her pussy into letting go again and her walls clenched all around him, his strength and weight the only thing keeping her from shooting over the cliff.

"Namor… fuck me good��� fuck me… oh, right there… stay right there… please… that's my spot!"

His name became a holy mantra on her lips. She felt his dick swell inside of her and he cried out her name, his cum warm and thick inside of her. He collapsed on her, and she stroked his back, feeling sweat pooling on his lower back. His mouth found hers again and his kisses were sweet all over her face and neck, bringing forth calming energy to her body and mind.

"That was incredible," she whispered into his ear.

His smile lit up his face again, and those sexy eyes drank in her naked charms under him. The smile faded when his eyes looked out toward the sea. His body grew stiff above her.

"What is it?"

He crawled off of her and pulled on his trunks. She rolled over and looked out to sea. The large leviathan body of a humpback whale floated in the distance; its long wide body visible from so far away in the moonlight. Fear shined in Namor's eyes.

"K’a’ak’ate," he said, stroking her cheek.

Lebadi scrambled to put on her bikini and Namor was already flying away from her, heading toward the sea and the whale waiting for him.

"Come back! You have to take me down!" she yelled.

He spun around to face her.

"I won't say anything. No one will see you," she pleaded, tying her top.

"Ma’taali’teeni’," he said, sounding regretful.

Namor shot away so fast that Lebadi took several seconds to blink. He vanished.

"Dammit! You bastard!" she said.

Storming away in the opposite direction, she made the long trek down the tricky bluff, cursing the man out, while also enjoying the tingles that ran up and down her body from their lovemaking. She took a long restroom break behind some bushes to urinate. By the time she made it to the bottom and found the trail that led back to the beach, her cheeks were warm and tight from smiling so much. No matter what she said, no one would believe her. She glanced at her kimoyo beads.

"Ah, shit!"

Namor still had one of her beads. The main one she needed to turn the kimoyo on. Oh, well.

Lebadi searched the water for signs of the whale or glimpses of her otherworldly lover. There were only waves and foamy water lapping on the shore. She trudged over the sand back to her tent. Unzipping it, she crawled inside and fell fast asleep.

The week in Birnin S'Yan went by so fast to Lebadi that she thought they had been there only three days instead of seven. She surfed so much that her skin flaked with sunburn and pruned feet. She felt gorgeous with her darkened, sun-kissed skin. But it was time to get home, remove shells, and unbraid her hair for a thorough washing and conditioning. She would rest her normal curls inside a satin bonnet.

Lebadi spent her last day on the beach surfing and scanning the water for signs of a great white shark, whales, or a set of pointy ears rising from the sea. She found nothing.

Her board skimmed across the warm waters, and she practiced neat footwork on it to impress her friends. A miscalculation sent her sailing over her board into a whitewash of liquid heaven. She laughed and shook her braids when she broke the surface. Another high wave towered over her and she duck-dived underneath, clutching her board with her hands as she held her breath. For a split second under the wave, she thought she saw Namor floating before her, and she broke the surface, startled and gasping for air. Releasing her board and letting her leash tether her close to it, Lebadi dove under again, searching for her lover. The sunlight that struck the water gave her enough light to see an expanse of the blue-green ocean and nothing else.

The next morning, she set about packing up her belongings before breaking down her tent. Her friends wanted to stop at a restaurant in town to eat a meal before the drive back to Birnin Zana. Rolling her sleeping bag, she found her missing kimoyo bead and a gold cowrie shell from Namor's necklace. There was no way for him to place it there while her friends were up, so he must've brought it to her in the middle of the night when she was fast asleep. Slipping the loose bead onto its rightful place on her wrist, Lebadi held up the cowrie shell. The craftsmanship rivaled her own people's artisan skills. Palming it, she stepped out of her tent to gaze at the horizon.

"All good?" N'Ku asked, staring at her as he buried their old coals.

"Yeah."

"We'll be ready soon. I can drive to give you a break," Benya offered, tying up her wet hair.

"Cool," Lebadi said, holding the cowrie shell close to her heart.

She later passed Benya a kimoyo bead to start up the van. Sitting on the sand with her legs pulled into her chest, Lebadi bid a silent farewell to the beach.

"Next year, I'm coming back, and you better show up again," she huffed, reminiscing over his touch all over her skin.

Just thinking about him aroused her, and she stood up, tugging on her shorts, trying to keep her bikini from sticking to her folds.

"What's that?" Ausi asked, looking at the gold cowrie shell she fingered in her hand.

"I found it in the water," Lebadi lied.

She pocketed the shell in her cut-offs and lifted her board and tent, following her crew to the seawall so they could wait for Benya to pull around. Lebadi glanced over her shoulder, and a shiver went through her.

"Mama Wati, when I give you a bigger offering next year, please send that man back to me," she whispered.

The sound of the waves crashing down loudly on the shore made her believe Mama Wati heard her request. No matter what, Lebadi was going to come back.

And she would ride the shark, Namor, and anything else he shared with her.

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Also, I switched up the spelling of the actual Mami Wata to Mama Wati to give myself space to reshape my ancestor’s actual African/African Diaspora spiritual water being into a fictional Wakandan one. 

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Chapter 25

Warnings: 18+readersonly, oral sex, smut, pet names, King kink

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own a few OCs like Elizabeth, Katherine, Stacy, and Jessie. I do not condone any copying of this.

It had been about two weeks since you had gotten back from the Bahamas. That place had seemed like a dream and a second life. Now, everyone was back in the tower- or traveling between the tower and their countries they governed.

T'Challa and you were privately planning a quiet Wakandan ceremony to officially make you the Queen of Wakanda. Every time you talked about the conversation, you wanted to throw up. The idea of becoming a Queen of a country you didn't belong to was uncomfortable to you. You weren't even sure the people there would appreciate you.

Meanwhile, Thor was working his 'God of Fertility' magic, so that though you were having sex with everyone you were soulmated to, hopefully only T'Challa would take root so that he had an heir to the throne. Which, naturally, sped up T'Challa's want for the ceremony.

Shuri, Okoye, and Nakia were also helping plan this ceremony and you mostly took a backseat, really only inputting what you wanted if it came to a certain colour of the plates or flowers.

You weren't allowed to choose the style of your dress either, but you could at least choose the colour. You just told them to match you to T'Challa because you really didn't want to show up in a colour that would clash with his.

In the meantime, you were also trying out a lot of your traits like the archery and using the flexibility to train. Now that you had mechanical knowledge, Tony was even more excited when you came down to the lab because then you could help him with his projects. Not to mention your photographic memory from Stephen- although now you understood why he couldn't be around the Avengers for more than a few hours at the most.

Y/S/N and you hadn't really had a chance to talk yet between everything about your father's death.

Tony had arranged it so that it was a week after you guys had gotten home from the Bahamas. He had everything planned and neither of you had to lift a finger or push over a penny (although apparently now all of Tony's money was yours so-).

But between recovering a week, the funeral, and now planning for a Wakandan marriage ceremony, you had barely been able to even see her, much less talk to her.

Elizabeth had been sending you update texts. Pietro, who had never lived in the tower anyways, had moved down to Ohio along with Hogun. The two of them shared an apartment that was near Elizabeth's house so that they could continue to court her as she finished up her last year of High School. Pietro however, did come back every weekend so that he could spend time with Jessie and Katherine too.

Vision and Wanda were preparing to go down and see her as well, but both of them were unsure of whether they would stay like the other two or not.

Oh! And Heimdall was down there as well- though only for a few weeks- as he was courting Katerina from gymnastics as well. Apparently they met at the wedding and they found out they were soulmates. Neither of them had any other soulmates so that was kind've cute.

After another week, everything was set. You and T'Challa were the first to arrive in Wakanda. You had gaped, looking out the window, seeing everything that they had built. Everything just looked so intricate, advanced, and beautiful.

"I think you'd like to see where Bucky lived after the Avengers disassembled for a little bit." T'Challa's voice was soft next to your ear.

You nodded and then said, "This place is beautiful T."

T'Challa kissed the back of your ear. "Are you nervous my Nkosazana?"

"A little bit. I don't think your people will like me very much." You admitted. "I mean, from what I know, you have very ancient customs and I. . . I'm not." You gave a laugh. "I mean, you're marrying an outsider."

"We can't help where our soulmates live." T'Challa said simply. "And I wouldn't trade you for any of 'em."

You blushed, turning away from the window so that you could snuggle into T'Challa's side until the quinjet landed.

Shuri, Okoye, and T'Challa's mother, Queen Ramonda, was waiting for us along with another set of the dora milaje were waiting on either side.

You quickly hooked your arm around T'Challa's around the two of you walked down the Quinjet ramp to meet them. Shuri was waiting there in a T-shirt, a pair of long pants, a belt wrapped around the both at the same time. Her hair was tied up in space buns, a choker around her neck.

"Y/N!" She squealed, darting forward to throw her arms around you. You could feel yourself relaxing and smiling as you hugged her back.

Queen Ramonda smiled. She was absolutely stunning, wearing some formal white dress and headdress that you wished you knew the name to.

It was also the first time you had seen Okoye in her full red and silver uniform, her spear in hand. She looked on stoically as though you didn't know each other. But she also looked at T'Challa like that, so it was probably just a thing.

"Welcome to Wakanda Princess Y/N." Queen Ramonda said, setting forward to take your hand.

"Thank you Queen Ramonda." You said awkwardly, hoping beyond hope that you were actually allowed to call her that.

T'Challa smiled, hugging his mother. "Come, let us go inside."

He took you inside, Shuri, and his mother following- which didn't feel right. Then you remembered that she wouldn't even be the Queen anymore since you were married to T'Challa. After the ceremony you would be the Queen of Wakanda.

You nearly threw up right then and there.

T'Challa sensed your nerves, moving his arm from yours, to hook it around your waist, pulling you close to his side, kissing the top of your head, "It's going to be fine, even fun, you'll see my Nkosazana."

You nodded. His voice was alluring and you were sure that everything was going to be alright. There was just a small nagging feeling that you couldn't shake. Although you weren't sure what that nagging thing was.

T'Challa showed you around the entire palace, including Shuri's lab. He showed you the specially designed cryo tank that Bucky had been in until Shuri had managed to fix him, getting rid of his trigger words.

After that, T'Challa led you up to the main wing where Dora Milaje lined the hallways and also where the royal bedrooms were.

He opened up the door, letting the both of you into his room.

You looked around in interest. On your left where you entered, there were several tribal decorations as the wall curved. When the wall flattened out to be straight, there were two bookcases in the wall on either side of the two doors, one of which led to the closet and one that led to the bathroom, before the wall curved again and there were more tribal decorations there as well.

The bed was directly across from the room, white sheets and two pillows propped up against the headboard. It was square shaped and lower to the floor than you would have expected.

In the middle of the room, there was some sort of funnel there where four seats sat underneath it.

"It's the hologram table." T'Challa said, noticing you peering at it curiously. He gave a little laugh, "Because even in sleep a King is never not working."

You nodded, looking at the doors that led out onto a large balcony that overlooked the all of Wakanda. They weren't glass or had any curtains to pull out over them. Instead, they seemed to be woven of metal, small slots between them so that when they were pulled closed, decorative patterns would break out on the floor.

Yellow lights hung everywhere, circular in shape, hanging by metal wire of the same colour.

"I like it." You said, turning to T'Challa with a grin. "It's different and it's very you."

T'Challa checked the one and only clock in the room, "Hmm, we have time before dinner." He picked you up in his arms, bridal style, carrying you over the threshold. "You'll have to let Captain Rogers know about that one."

You giggled at T'Challa's playfulness as he brought you over to the bed, laying you down on it carefully before crawling over you. You kissed him excitedly. "Are we trying out the bed my King?"

He chuckled under his breath, making shivers go down your spine. "Indeed we are Nkosazana." He captured your lips in his again, as his hands slipped down to the hem of the dress you had decided to wear to meet his mother and sister in.

He pulled it upwards, letting you sit up a moment so that you could toss the dress over the side of the bed.

T'Challa pinned your hands lightly above your head with one hand, slowly and sensually kissing up your body. You could feel every spot that his lips lingered. You closed your eyes, lips parted slightly as you felt him press another low kiss right above your belly button.

You flickered your eyes open again as you felt his fingers undo the clasp of your bra, pulling it from your body to join the dress on the floor.

You let out a tiny mewl as his lips wrapped around your nipple. You rubbed your thighs together, wishing that you could get some sort of friction from him. But you also knew that T'Challa was not one to tease either.

"Patience Nkosazana," He murmured, teeth grazing over your now erect nipple, moving over to the other.

Your chest heaved as he finished with your breasts, before moving up to kiss you again. You smiled up at him as he pulled back. He grinned down at you before he pulled your knickers down your legs, tossing them behind him.

He hooked your legs over his shoulders, releasing the hold on your hands as he buried himself in your weeping pussy.

"T!" You gasped, moaning at the feeling of his cool tongue against your hot core, licking you, tasting you. "Oh fuck!"

You could feel his smile, his cheeks growing a little as his smile widened. His hands were firm around your thighs to hold you still. Your hands were gripping the pillow by your head as your orgasm started to build up inside of you. "T I'm gonna-"

"Go ahead my Nkosazana." T'Challa murmured against your lower lips, vibrations pushing you over the cliff, the waterfall dripping down, T'Challa licking up every drop you gave him.

He slowly lowered your legs from his shoulders as you came down from the slight high. He stroked himself a few times before he moved his tip through your wet folds, collecting your slick, before pushing in.

You both moaned at the lovely feeling. Your arms came up, sliding your hands behind the back of his head, pulling him into a kiss as he started to move through you. His hands came down, fingers sliding smoothly down your shoulders as he caressed you tenderly.

Your breaths came out in quick pants as he sped up a little, both of your foreheads together sweetly as he made love to you. "T. . ." You whimpered as the next orgasm came upon you. He sighed in content, "Y/N."

After you both collapsed on the bed, he pulled out of you before heading off to the bathroom to grab a wet washcloth, taking care of you.

"Now then." He said, once you both dressed in fresh, new clothes. "I think we should go downstairs and grace the citizens with our presence, shall we?"

You giggled. You were much more relaxed now that you had spent some time here, "We shall, my King."

[joannasteez]

You ate this bestie. Like i need attumas mysterious ass expeditiously and so does Xahli!!!

Right as Rain (1/5)

Namor x AFAB Wakandan OC x Attuma 

Warnings : Highly explicit sex in chapters 2-5, angst then comfort, forced proximity, age gap (he’s like 500), cursing, alcohol use, mentions of death, suggestive tones/ language, Reverse harem, suggested polygamy, mentions of self harm (it is one sentence and will be italicized). 

Disclaimer: OC uses she/her pronouns. Gif from tenor. 

Wordcount: 12,566 ( This is the longest chap I promise)

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He floats to the opening of the broken glass as he watches her hands pump against the queen’s chest. He had every intention of killing the teen scientist from the states. At the last moment the queen rushed and shielded the girl, attempting to save the girl. The scientist woke up, the queen didn’t. He lingers longer than he should, watching the girl cover her mother’s mouth with her own.  She breathes life into her and the queen turns over to spit water from her lungs. Shuri’s screaming and wailing stops abruptly and the room stills. Romanda takes a deep inhale. This mysterious woman he hadn’t seen until now, stood to her full height. Their eyes lock and he stills entirely. She’s shivering and wet, wide eyes blinking back at him. He placed a foot to the floor and she froze like easy prey. He can smell the salt in her veins and she’s adorned in jewelry that only came from his world. Another step closer and she darted her eyes to the floor. For a moment he feels betrayed and he doesn’t know why. It’s almost as if he just uncovered something that was stolen from him. Where the fuck had she been hiding ? And why hadn’t he seen her until now. Why? Why? His lip curls in anger before he pushes down his rage. He doesn’t know her. He can’t.

“ K'i'ik'el in k'i'ik'el   (Blood of my blood) ”. He speaks in his elongated words that almost resemble a song. Like a lion approaching a gazelle, he slowly walked to her and closed the gap between them.  His feet made no sound when he moved. She found his movements  alien-like, disturbing and yet intriguing. There is a beauty to him that does not belong. A gracefulness that Xahli found purposely disarming. Like he was born to allure, to trap. She of course has no idea what he said. Yet somehow as his breath tickled her brow, she felt a sense of familiarity with him that she could not describe. Her body is familiar with him somehow. If she closed her eyes she could feel herself being sucked into him like a current. When their eyes meet she feels exposed. He tilts his head at her, and she realizes he’s waiting for her to speak.

“I- I…don’t speak. I —”

“ What is your name?” He cuts her off. His accent is thick and velvety. She pauses in confusion, not fully processing what he asked. He slowly lifts his hand and touches her earring. She flinched instinctively. Shuri rushes to stand in front of Xahli in a protective stance.

“ Hey, what the fuck does it matter to you? You tried to kill my mother and then you just walk in here as if you haven’t just waged war on wakanda? Stop looking at her! You think you can walk in here and take whatever you want from me ?!!.” Shuri’s anger begins to rile her sister up. The fear of her mothers incident causes Xahli to fade into an almost visceral anger. She was boiling on the inside but it remained inside. Shuri was always the more expressive sibling when it came to anger. T’challa always remained level headed. Shuri could be the hot head at times. Unknowingly to her, Shuri had a way of acting out the emotions surrounding her. Xahli’s anger in this case.

“I told you my conditions. Your mother intervened and that is her business.” Shuri lunges for him and it takes Xahli and Nakia to pull her away. He’s unbothered by Shuri’s screaming and cursing and In stead continues to stare at Xahli. He is unmoved and seems to be almost puzzled at the reactions of the women in the room. It’s as if said reactions were not warranted because he warned Shuri of this. Xahli takes in the chaos around her. If this continued everything would be lost…for nothing.

“We will do what you want. Don’t destroy our home—please ! It is all we have “, she shouts as she restrains Shuri, having to nearly sit on her to control her. Her voice hit his ears and it was as sweet as nectar.

“I gave Shuri that chance and she slighted me behind my back. She shed the first blood.”

“I understand you feel betrayed but Shuri was afraid. She hasn’t done anything she felt she didn’t absolutely have to. You have forced our hand over and over again. You’ve flooded our home and evened the score ten times over I can assure you that! ”, she yelled.

“ I have been more than generous and patient. I will give Wakanda one  last chance to prove it’s ally-ship. Now, can you guarantee your ally- ship right here and now?” He called her bluff. She stood up tall and got in his face, scowling at him.  She’s not afraid anymore which is a good thing, though he nearly chuckles to himself.

“ I’m starting to think that you don’t want our ally-ship. You just want to be able to hold power over something. Wipe that stupid FUCKING smirk off your face. Propose something else if you must but you can’t have the girl. Get that through your dense skull Intloko ye-rock(rockhead).”

His brows fly up in surprise. Even a curse from her lips sounds like a prayer. He eyes her mouth, then the tip of her nose all the way up to the tips of her lashes. She’s stunning, there was no denying that. He didn’t take her threatening tone lightly. Now that they’re close, she can see his eyes are a deep amber with flecks of gold near the iris. His eyes darken and for a moment she regrets her insults. Romanda coughs very weakly and she whipped her head in mother’s direction. “Do not let him have her ”, Romanda rasps weakly. Without warning Xahli is lifted from the ground by a male guard twice her size. Eventually she has two guards hauling her into her bedroom and closing the door behind her. Her head swirls with confusion. Namor on the other hand grows angrier.

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He gave them several days to mourn their dead. Several days to come up with a new plan or this meant war. Namora is in his ear insisting they strike before then in order to discombobulate them. Yet, all he can think about is. Xahli. In his privacy he tries his name on his tongue. “Xahhhlii”, he whispers to himself.

He’d been checking the shore frequently, feeling the need to keep an eye on her window. He never tried to spy on her or even get a closer look, he just felt the urge to speak with her. On the 5th night she just so happened to be there. Xahli was standing there dressed in white flowy dress, thin enough to sleep in. She looked like an offering in the highest regard. He’d seen this face before but in a different version, a different font. He is familiar with her eyes the most. Her hair was big and curly all over her head, in spiraling and coils. It gave her a taller appearance when in actuality, her forehead came to his neck.  She wore no jewelry except a jade and gold ankle bracelet, yet another design from his nation. She was alarmingly beautiful, the type of beauty that made people raise their eyebrows. The type of beauty that people don’t compliment. She had no clue, it was apparent. Medium, full and manicured brows, plump lips with an exaggerated cupid’s bow that dipped in a line straight up to her nose. Her nose and wide eyes gave her a doe-like or just surprised appearance. Not to be mistaken as child-like but rather full of life, fresh. Alert.

She smiled when he approached her, drawing attention to her deep set dimples and eyes that could not betray her. Her smile didn’t reach them. She sat in the sand, not bothering to make any introductions. Their talk ignites something in him. Xahli bursts into tears deep from her gut as she expresses her fears of losing her country. She cried so hard she could barely get the words out. She talked about losing her father and brother. Her honesty bewitched him. She cried and pleaded and her vulnerability became her super power. He was so moved that he nearly joined her in her tears. Xahli flinches slightly when he takes a finger and wipes a single tear away. She thought he’d be cold but he was surprisingly warm. Their eyes meet and then she looks away. He never deters his eyes from her . In fact, he’s never been ashamed of his staring. She gathers herself and shakily explains that she felt that talking to him would be her best option. Perhaps if she laid all her cards out on the table that he would understand her. It was a stupid move, one that could get her killed if she was anybody else. But she’s not anybody else.

“What can I do to convince you to stop this ?”

“ Prove to me your country’s alliance. If you can do that…we can figure out a different option for the girl’s fate”, he says. She sighs in defeat resting her head in her hands. A few moments later an idea pops into her head.

“ Well, usually…when two countries unite it is through marriage. But that can’t be—”

“ I see you are finally catching on Koj león( Dandelion) ”

“ You want…my hand ? How? I can’t breathe under water.”

“It would make the proper statement. And if you have the blood of Talokanil running through your veins as I suspect, you will be able to acclimate in time. We also have arrangements for your condition.”

“My condition ? I’m a human..not on my deathbed.”

“Either way we are prepared to receive you.”

“What’s with the suspicions about my lineage?”

“ We wear the same adornments and I know when a fellow Talokan is near. You have a way about you—you are different in ways I cannot express.”

“ My mother was a war dog and my father was a merchant. The Queen—my mother told me who they were already. What is the use in lying about that?”

“ Exactly, what is the use? If she had nothing to hide why would she confine you to your room for days. That sounds guilty, no ?�� Xahli doesn’t bother arguing with him, especially when he has a point. She would be his bride as long as she was able to visit her own world. He gave her three days to break the news to her mother and gave her a shell to contact him should anything arise.

Two whole days passed and Xahli hadn’t talked to her mother nor the rest of her family about the arrangement. She was absolutely petrified. She knew that this would lead to nothing but a screaming match with her sister. She didn’t want to disappoint her mother. Of all her siblings, she was the most agreeable. She never got into trouble and with her being the middle child, she often kept the peace. Along with the stress of this news, Xahli couldn’t stop thinking about him. His deep terracotta skin, his golden eyes, oil slick hair and his impeccable shoulders. He had a swimmers build but he was broad. His jade septum gave him a fierce look along with the beautiful neck piece he wore made from Jade, Pearls, Vibranium and Gold. His feet were even more of an anomaly because of his winged ankles. His nose had a slight hump in it and he had thick facial hair, including a mustache. There was no denying he was handsome with great skin. She was certain the salt did wonders for it’s texture. Xahli wondered if his beauty was a tool he used against people much like a mermaid–merman? Whatever. His looks aren’t important.

She went back in her mind decoding and rewinding every conversation they had. He swore to protect her and her country. That nobody would lay a single hand on her. That she would be adored and treated like family. He promised that he wouldn’t even force an heir on her until she decided she was ready. No advances, no pressure and only companionship. A tiny voice in her head screams, “he’s lying!” and she can’t shake it. The only thing he’s shown her so far is chaos. Anyone could see this situation would end poorly. But then what was that pull in her stomach and in her heart ? The energy surge between them, what did it all mean?

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Namor sits on his throne, shell in hand. He refuses to call her first. He’s certain she was very busy. Part of him feared she’d back out. That was until he heard a very distant conversation ring from the shell. It was picking up the conversation. She was finally breaking the news to her mother. The conversation starts off cagey from the bat, her mother growing annoyed with her daughters questions and suspicion.

“The other day when Namor was here. You said not to let him have me. What did you mean by that?”

“I saw the glint in his eyes when he saw you. He has cruel intentions.”

“There’s more to it than that, isn’t there?”

“What else could there possibly be Xahli”, her mother sighs in irritation.

“Mother…what are you hiding?”

“What the hell are you talking about”, says Romanda with a louder tone.

“ How come you never talk about my father?”

“ Not much was known about him.” Romanda begins to tap her foot in impatience.

“No pictures ? My mother gave no hint as to who he was?” Xahli raised her brow in suspicion.

“ Why this NOW? Why this talk about your father now? Your baba raised you as his own. HE is your father.” Romana walked over to her daughter, grabbing her hands in a pleading manner.

As Namor eve’s drops on the conversation, he can hear Xahli continue to interrogate her mother. Xahli insists that the jade she wore matched the Talokan jade. She finds it suspicious that there are pictures of her birth mother but not her birth father.  Eventually Romanda confesses, insisting that she didn’t connect the dots until the Talokanil invaded wakanda. Romanda explains that her mother left the details of her father to her in a letter.

“You didn’t think to show me something my mother intended on ME to have ?!”

“ How could I explain to you that your father is some sea creature with blue skin? How does that sound to a child ? How does a child rest with that ? I didn’t want you to think that there was something wrong with you.”

“You’d be surprised at just how understanding children can be.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m upset that you weren’t open with me sooner. That wasn’t your burden to carry it was MINE. MY burden!”

“You are right.” The line goes quiet with sniffling and tears from both parties. Namor knows that he should put his shell down and step away. This was private.

“Well now that the truth is out I was able to speak with Namor.”

“How did you get out of this room”, says Romanda.

“ And we were able to come to an agreement. What he wants is true ally-ship. We decided—well I suggested that allyship is usually created when two countries join together to symbolize unity.” Romanda shakes her head silently as if she can’t believe the words spilling from your lips.

“ I suggested that we unite through marriage so that we c—”

“NO”, Romanda said sternly. Namor’s ears perk up and his arms tense on the side of the throne. He sends his servants away for privacy. He did not want them to see him react or even question what he was doing.

“ This is the best nonviolent option. Be lucky it’s not my head he wants. He can be reasoned with and I take this as a victory. “

“ You don’t know WHAT he will do with you. A strange man taking you to another world! You intend to live the rest of your life in a what—a suit?!? Miles and miles away with no way to contact me?? There are worse things than murder that can happen to a woman and you know that !“

“ He reassured me that he will not harm me in any way.”

“ He is a monster. What kind of man takes one look at a woman and wants her hand ? In this day and age??? He is SICK! “, Romanda angrily. Namor’s fingers tighten around the shell until his knuckles turn white. He nearly cracked it. He felt slighted by her words.

“ This is strictly business. Besides– I had my own conditions. We talked about it.” Xahli could barely get the words out because her mother was going on a tangent.

“This shouldn’t be up for discussion. You are my daughter, not a goddamn bargaining tool! I will not have it ! “

I love this country. I love our home—our people. I love this country enough to let it go. I love you enough to do this for you, Okoye, Shur and Nakia. For M’baku who I can’t stand half the time. For every sacrifice T’challa and Baba made. For uncle N'jobu and Cousin Erik who aren’t here to protect us like I KNOW they would if things had gone different. For Uncle Zuri…. For every single Jabari warrior who stood beside us. Let me do something for my country.” Xahli pleads with her mother. She has never felt more called to do something than now.

“ I can’t ….lose you too”, Romanda looks at her daughter with a hopeless expression.

“ Mom…I love you but I am doing this. I will be back in a few weeks and then you will see that this is what’s best. Now please….step away so I can pack. I leave tomorrow night. If you lock me In here I will find a way out.” Xahli turns cold suddenly and focuses her attention out the window. The shell hums with a slam from what  Namor assumes is the door. Romanda has stormed out. She’s rattled with sobs again and he sets the shell aside. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea? Maybe Namor would be breaking up an already seemingly wounded family? He didn’t have to do this. He could change his mind, take over Wakanda and forget about her. The thing is, the moment they laid eyes on each other—the goal post moved. It shamed him to realize that his own selfish desires blinded him. But this was so far beyond a simple longing. This was a years or rather a lifetime in the making. He was certain she didn’t remember their past. She would never know the endless years of suffering he’d endured in her absence. She would never know that at one point he was searching through books on how to destroy a god—himself.

Later that same night Namor and Namora get into their most heated argument to date. Namora was just as eager as Namor to secure their position and get the justice she felt their nation deserved. Truthfully, Namor thought that in his absence she would make the perfect leader but this was his job. “I understand that you miss your wife. This is not her. This is another woman who has no connection to the Talokanil”, said Namora.

“ Her father was of Talkon ancestry. It is her. I’ve never been so sure of it. Be happy I was able to come to an agreement with everyone. Not everything needs blood shed Namora”

“ I have trained with you all my life to become the warrior I am, to fight beside you. You told me the surface would burn for their sins against Talokan! You said that we would rise and would no longer have to hide from the demons above. YOU- said that Wakanda would either stand with us or get conquered with the rest of them. That’s what you told me. You are risking our safety for a surface dweller!”

“ She is not just some surface dweller and you know that. It is more than that. You’ve seen her paintings and monuments all over this place. Show some respect.”

“ Respect ? You are letting what’s in between your legs to cloud your judgment. You are being WEAK!”

Namor bangs on the table and stands up. His cousin barely flinches but instead shakes her head at him in disgust. Namor’s chest is heaving in fury. Namora doesn’t back down, she isn’t afraid of him.

“ Get out of my sight. Now “, Namor said lowly. Namora stands and stares at him for a moment before turning and swimming away.

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Shuri felt slighted by Xahli. She went behind her back and made a deal that she never thought her sister would make. Her brilliant big sister, signing her life away to an underwater god. She felt like she was losing another sibling all over again. Xahli fully expected Shuri to start yelling, but instead she grew silent. Okoye and Nakia were of course disappointed but didn’t share their opinions. It wasn’t until the entire family made it onto the beach that they swarmed Xahli with affection. She sighs in relief, thankful that they weren’t departing on bad terms.

“ You make me furious. You have the head of a bull, like your father”, said Romanda.

“ know. I’m sorry”, Xahli said with a frown.

“ We love you”, said Nakia.

“ And don’t hesitate to call on us. We’ll be there. I don’t care if the Dora Milaje have have to become Olympic free divers”, Okoye added.

“ I have no doubt in my mind”, Xahli laughed.

“ Please be careful sister. Call me every night. Promise you will”, Shuri pleaded.

“ I swear it. I love every single one of you SO much. I’ll be back in a few weeks. Everything will be fine. If you want to reach me there is a shell in the throne room. Speak into it and I’ll hear you”, Xahli reassured them.

They all link arms, waiting. Though afraid, she felt true support from her family.  Suddenly Xahlii sees feathers peak from the water in the distance. A small woman gradually steps from the water. Xahli had seen her before from a distance. She was the woman Namor always traveled with. She is a vibrant blue color which made her adornments pop. She begins speaking in that same foreign language but Xahli notices that she has a translator attached to her hip. “I am Namora. I’m here to escort you to Talokanil. Please come with me.” She holds her hand out to Xahli to take it.. The robotic voice sounds completely different from her own. Her voice is strong and melodic, yet harsh. It takes Xahli a few moments to process what was asked of her. “Oh—yes of course but is Namor coming?”, Xahli asked.

“Yes. He is here. Though he is unsure if your mother will want him around.”

“I would like to speak with him”, says Romanda. And like clockwork Namor rises from the water and soundlessly floats over to the girl’s mother. Namora pulls Xahli towards the water and she quickly waved back to her family.  Romanda pulls Namor aside. He takes a final look at Xahli before turning his attention back to her mother.

“I don’t know why she feels so Inclined to do this. I can’t stop her…she’s 27 years old. But just know that she’s…fragile. She doesn’t ruffle feathers or cause problems. Be kind to her. She already feels so alone in the world even though she won’t say it. She’s a very nice girl. Assure me, tell me something that will make this easier”,  Romanda’s eyes fill with tears but she wipes them away, raising her head to his. “She is safe. We recognize her sacrifice. I have no intention of hurting her in any way “, Namor insists. His  eyes soften at her mothers words. If there was one thing all of them could agree on, it was that friends and family were invaluable. Though he had no blood children, he assumed that losing Namora would break him in immeasurable ways.

“ Give this to her at some point for me. It was rightfully hers anyway”, Romanda hands him a waterproof bag with a letter and jewelry inside of it. He held it up to his face, seeing a jade septum and necklace. They share a knowing look and he nods.

Namora takes her hand and guides her deeper into the water. The water reaches shoulder length and she begins to panic and resist Namora’s gentle pulling. She stops and takes the mask from her face, placing it over Xahli’s mouth. “Breath deeply. It will calm you”, Namora coaxed.  Xahli does just that and she is consumed by darkness.

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Xahli wakes up to a tapping sound. The sound resembled droplets of water hitting a cave floor. To her surprise, when she opened her eyes she realized she’d guessed right. She sat up to a blue woman making her way over to her. “Stay calm please. I am here with fresh water. He says you are dehydrated”, the translator’s static robotic voice bounces off the walls. She grabbed the glass and chugged it. The air inside of the mask left her throat dry. The servant left her to explore. Up above the cave ceiling grew in rock formations and spikes. She pushed from her hammock to get a closer look.

The ceiling was glowing blue, likely from glow worms.Two men stand on their side of the cave as guards. They eye her warily but remain quiet and statuesque. Random cracks of water flow in between the rocky cracks of the floor in a thin stream, into a deep pool of water towards the back of the cave with a waterfall. Everything is glowing in blue. Shadows of the water danced along the cave walls creating a sway to the entire space. Bowls of fruit, gold, jade and other trinkets and valuables sit on carved surfaces. It created a decorative touch to an ancient yet breathing-taking environment. To her right sat a large tent with a warm glow emitting from the inside of it. She peaks through the crack, hearing the rumbling of his movement on the inside. Namor turned around quickly and caught her staring. She startled, gasping quietly.

“Come in xahli “

Xahli never quite got used to the way he always said her name perfectly. She meekly peeled the luxury sized tent open and stepped inside. Xahli explored his space. It’s large enough for about 6 people and it was covered in artwork from the top to the bottom. There’s so many rich colors. She began to notice just how ancient some of his art work looks. The jewelry he had laying around dated back to the 16th century. He’d already admitted his immortality but seeing the artifacts made everything more real.

“ This place…it’s so beautiful. I didn’t know that you were an Artist”

“ Yes. I enjoy storytelling through my art. When you live a long time you pick up new hobbies. Please, have a seat”, He gestures for the seat in front of him. She sat down at the table in the middle of the room and continued to take in the beauty of his sanctuary. His room was filled with things he held dear to him. There were many sculptures as well. This was the private place, a place to call his second home. There was a small opening at the very top which just so happened to let in some of the cave light. Patterns of ocean water danced along his home just like the outside of it. His space was comforting. He wore a cape with golden shoulder plates and jewelry up and down his arms and full biceps. His jade stood out to the most. She absentmindedly touched her earrings at the thought of it coming from this very place.

“ How old are you?”

“Roughly 500 years old.”

She’s instantly winded. Safe to say her husband would outlive her

“ And how long do your people live ?”

“130-200 years give or take. We are deep sea creatures. Our environment determines how long we live. In rare instances we have had people fall sick or have defects. Besides that most times Talokan’s are healthy.”

“ Have you had other wives ?”

“ One Long age. She’s long gone. Over 100 years ago.”

“Children ?”

“No.”

“Why ?”

“She couldn’t.”

“ I’m  so sorry! I don’t know why I’m prying. I just–I’m sorry.” The room goes silent. She’s uncomfortable when she sees the pain that flashed across his face when his wife was mentioned.

“ You’re fine.”

She notices a bowl of fruit in the middle of the table. Namor offers her some.

“ Please help yourself. It’s almost dinner time. If you don’t like the fruit I can bring you something else?”

“ No this is fine. I actually love pomegranates, it’s just so hard to get the seeds out.”

“ Let me.” He breaks the pomegranate in half with his bare hands and somehow—miraculously removes the seeds in under 3 minutes by beating the back of it with him thumb.

“Wow. Where have you been all my life?,” She chuckled. She tastes the seeds. They’re sweet and tangy. This was quite possibly the best pomegranate she’d ever tasted.

“What else do you guys eat down here ?”  

“ We eat raw fish. Sometimes we salt treat it as well. But our diet mostly consists of fruit, vegetables and grain.”

“Ah. Very healthy.”

“It’s what we know.”

“I want to hear your story .”

My story ? Not sure I lived long enough to have a story “, she chuckled.

“ Uh well, I mean up until my brother became black panther my life was pretty normal. I went to school, played volleyball, played violin, graduated and went to college. My brother and sister were always super brainy. I was smart too but I didn’t have a focus on technology. My focus was on medicine. I’m a doctor”

“ Ahh, you’re a healer?”

“ I’m in Cardiology, I’m a heart surgeon.”

Namor’s movements still and Xahli stills as well, fears she may have done something wrong. She can see his jaw clench and twitch as fear fills his eyes . He looks at her slowly–cautiously as if someone told him something was behind him.

“I’m sorry did I do something to upset you?”

“ N-no. No, not at all. Your response just reminded me of something”, he dismissed.

“What ?”

“ It happened a long time ago. I think….your talents could be useful for us. We’re pretty well off when it comes to medicine and technology but we don’t have many surgeons. It takes years of training and most people do not get cut unless they are with child.”

“You do surgeries on each other..HERE!?”

“ Yes. Not in the water of course but we’ve put the cave to use and we’ve used other secluded areas. Babies are cut out of women with no pain. Our way of living can be quite simple to outsiders but we’ve been successful with open surgeries for quite some time. We treat the sick, the infected. We’re not primitive.”

“ Of course, I would never think that. I just assumed you guys never needed any surgery. You mentioned the occasional sickly person, but I would never guess surgery sick. I’ll admit that I thought you did the surgery underwater as well.”

“ If we did surgery underwater we’d become very popular with the sharks”, he chuckled. Xahli look down to see a bracelet near on his left side.

“ Wow this is stunning. It looks like it dates back to the 16th century.”

“It was my mothers. It is yours ” He gently grabs her wrist and wraps the bracelets around it.

“No I couldn’t.” She looked at him cautiously, about to take the bracelet off.

“I insist, please. It compliments your skin so well.”

“ Are you sure? I mean this is how you remember her.”

“She wouldn’t mind, I assure you.”

“ Tell me your story now..it’s only fair”, she smiled softly.

Namor had a very old way about him. He took his time in everything he did. Though he was young looking, she knew how wise he was. It was very strange to be someone like him. There were moments where he had such a young fresh demeanor and other times he seemed weighed down by his life. She could see the wheels turning in his head as he seemingly tried to recall the story.  

“ My mother and her village were suffering from pox that Spanish conquistadors  brought over from Europe. Facing war and disease my people turned to Jak, the god of rain and abundance. Jak gave our shaman a vision or rather a way to save his people. Jak led him to a plant sprouting from a blue rock in the sea. The shaman crushed it up into a medicine and everyone drank it in hopes that it would save them. My mother was pregnant with me at the time and she did not want to ingest the plant in fear of what it would do to me. The shaman told my mother that I was sick anyway, inside her womb. This would be her one true chance to save me so she drank it. They all fell sick and woke up unable to breathe air. Their skin turned blue and they realized they could only survive in the ocean. They settled in the ocean away from war, disease and destruction. My mother gave birth to me here and I became the first born son of Talokan. The plant gave me wings on my ankles and pointed ears. I was a mutant. I could swim In the sky and age slower. I could breathe the air or water. Eventually my mother got older, dying sooner than most Talokan now. She passed at 90 years old. Most of the people who ingested the first batch of the medicine passed away sooner, likely because they were already adults before they took it. In her old age she made me promise to bury her in her home land. Nothing could prepare me for what I found there.”He pauses with a pained expression on his face.

“ My people in chains, being forced to do labor against their will. To be treated like livestock—like animals. I tore it all to the ground. A Spanish man cursed me L’enfant sans amour. A child without love and I took my name from him. Namor—because I have no love for the surface world.”

“ Now I understand your haste. I’m sorry you had to go through all that. Nobody deserves that at all. That’s absolutely horrific”,  She shakes her head in disgust.

“ We consider ourselves lucky. We were privileged enough to be the select few to get away from enslavement. I know that our families have seen the worst of each other. I admit that things could have gone differently but I was afraid that​​ Talokan was running out of time. There have been few moments in my life that I felt true palpable fear for my people. I would do anything for them without hesitancy”, he says with a shaky tone. In that moment she saw true vulnerability. She closed the distance they shared and grabbed his hand in hers. His palm encased hers almost comically. He had these large warm hands that were surprisingly roughly on the palm and soft on the outside. His gaze softens as his eyes search hers.

“ How ironic that all of us have been scared the moment we crossed paths. That’s what it boils down to in the end–fear. It serves us no good. What I find so ironic is if you came to me asking for help… looking all helpless and handsome, all of this could have been avoided”, she teased. His sad expression turns into a smirk and before he knows it he’s chuckling. A grin spreads on Xahli’s face.

“ Handsome you say ? “, He smirks.

“ Don’t tell my mother”, she rolled her eyes playfully

“ I suppose you should see the very thing I’ve been protecting. Are you up for it ? If you are too tired we c-”

“ Of course! I’ve been very anxious but I’m ready.”

“ I’ll call for your suit and we’ll go.”

She wandered off to her things and noticed  bags with her belongings. Toiletries, clothes, photos and books. A separate bag held a letter she assumed was from her birth mother and pieces of jewelry her father left her. She opens the bag inspecting the pieces of the necklace wrapped in vibranium. Suddenly Xahli is  grabbed from her kneeling position and forced to stand up. A man with long hair and an elaborate shark head piece stared her down. He feels miles high, he is at least 6 ft 5 and absolutely ripped. He has a water mask covering his mouth and lips but his eyes bore into her with a sadness she’d never seen before. She figures she should be scared but she was more concerned than anything. He’s speaking to her in a language she can’t comprehend. She tries to create some space between the two of them but she gasps when she feels her back hit the cave wall. His large arm cages her in place as his other hand rests on the side of her face.

“Teeche’ teech.” (It is you)

“ In yakunaj.” (My love)

“Teech teech wa jach in na máaxo'ob. Ka in wilech ken ma’ a waye’.” ( It is you or is it my personal hell. To see you when you are not here).

He speaks in a wounded town. His voice is baritone and gravely, perfectly matching his stature. He leans down closely to her face and sternly grabs her shoulders, only slightly shaking her.

“Núukej!” (Answer me)

She gasps in fear now holding her hands up in surrender.

“Recular!” ( Back down)

“Recular! Ma’ leti'e’!” ( Back down.Back down it is not her)

“Guerrero wook”,  (Stand down warrior ) Namor says in a threatening manner. Attuma pushes off the wall, walking backwards until there was six feet between himself and Xahli. His chest is heaving, heart racing. Xahli is still in the corner, panting just as hard as him.  Namor walks over to her, resting a hand on her shoulder in comfort.

“ I am sorry. He thought you were someone else. Apologize to your future queen. Ku k'áatik k'eeban. Arrodillar u (Beg for forgiveness and kneel ).” Attuma drops on one knee placing his staff on the ground.

“ It’s okay. He didn’t know it’s fine.”

“ Are you sure? I will not have you scared in Talokan. I have no toleran—”

“It’s fine …Namor. He didn’t know.”

“Je'el bix t'aane’ (at ease ).” He rises to his full height again. His once sad eyes are now filled with confusion and curiosity as he observes her from head to toe. Xahli observes him as well, wondering  how it was possible for his bottom half to be as thick as his top half. Then she thinks back to M’baku, it’s possible. Strangely enough, the same magnetism she felt with Namor she could feel with this mountain man.

“ What is your name ?”  

“ His name is Attuma.. I sent for a servant, not my first in command. He wasn’t supposed to see you “, Namor sighed.

“ Le yaan in wáantik. Yaan a bin. (I will help her. You leave)”. Attuma makes a gesture with his hand, taps his staff three times on the ground and leaves through the opening of the cave, disappearing into the water.

“ You don’t have to be so mean to him. Maybe he was just..confused.”

“ I understand but he knows to keep his hands to himself. That is not the way to approach a Talokanil woman let alone one of noble position. Besides, it’s better that he is alone to level his head. You will have a second chance at introductions later. Come Xahli”, He holds the suit open and she steps in. Once she’s fastened he pulls her in the water with him, making sure she never strays too far.  

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They sink into the water and there is a steep drop into darkness. Her suit lights up the back of Namor as they float towards a distant light. The closer they get, the stronger the current pulls them in. Suddenly, they enter a tunnel with a current so strong that it spits them into what she feels is a portal, that finally pushes them out into an open ocean. For a moment she thinks Talkoan is a dark place. She noticed that he stopped swimming and she begins to panick. What if this was just a set up to murder her, to feed her to a shark or something. He notices her eyes widen and points upwards to reassure her. A huge whale passes over the two of the. She rushes into the side of him and he chuckles.  Her eyes track the whale traveling in the direction behind her. She turns around to see that the light had gotten closer.  Namor pulls her in the direction of the whale as they pass through another portal with a strong current until they are spat out in front of the distant city. There before her sat Talokanil. An ancient metropolitan city in the middle of the fucking ocean.

There is a country in the fucking ocean.

“ This is just the capital”, say Namor.

“There’s more ?”

“ For miles and miles. Keep up”

They pass by children playing a game of what seemed to be basketball, as they aimed a ball through a hole built into the side of an industrial beam. As they traveled deeper into Talokan they passed people working in crops. They pause and acknowledge him making a gesture with their hands. They had a salute much like Wakandans did. She expected them to have fins and tails with how agile they were in the water. So many people greeted each other with their salute, trading materials and fruits. Children swam in circles playing with each other. It was as if they were a school of humans instead of fish. Speaking of fish, there were many of them around,  such a whales that were used for transportation. Smaller fish was the equivalent to birds she believed, scurrying away and ducking between bodies in distinction for their next meal.

He guides her further up to where his throne sat. Just behind it, a bright light emerges from the cracks. Talokan lights up like a sunset. They had their own personal sun.

“Wow—this is breathtaking. It’s vibranium isn’t it ?”

“ Yes. It adapts to the ocean. I brought the sun to my people.”

“ All these years I thought vibranium was only native to Wakanda. I was clearly wrong.”

“ Come. Let me introduce you to some of my people.”

Elders, shamans, midwives, doctors , cooks and farmers all welcomed her. She was embraced warmly and many people asked questions about her home life with the help of their translators. They treated her like a queen already, saluting her with the Talokan gesture. They introduced themselves and talked about their jobs in Talokanil. Farmers, field workers, whale breeders, merchants and more. Simple people with a simple beautiful life.

Namor was needed elsewhere so he trusted Namora to look after her for a bit. Though Namora and himself had disagreed, he knew her loyalty was undying. Namora motioned for Xahli to follow her and they both went to a more secluded area to sit.

“ We haven’t had a chance to formally meet. I’m Xahli. Thanks for your help at the shore. I know I haven’t been the easiest to deal with when we met. I am grateful for your patience”

“ Oh I know who you are. The King made an announcement. He made sure every accommodation was met. If you are to be queen, consider it a service to the crown. We are happy to have you here in Talokanil.” They both silently watch people swim by trading fruits and woven material.

“ I noticed your name is awfully close to Namor’s. Well…his fighting name at least. Are you two related ?”

“ Yes, we are related through his mother. I’m a distant relative to him.”

“ It all makes sense now. How loyal you are to him and such.”

“ I am a bit biased, he raised me after all.”

“ Raised you?”

“ Yes. When I was born he was long grown. My parents were warriors and I lost them young. He raised me from age 5. He’s taught me everything I’ve ever known. I was named Namora as a tribute to the king. I believe my parents hoped I would be a warrior like them so they gave me his fighting name.”

“ Wow, I didn’t realize. I suppose it makes sense with how long he’s lived. Does he have any other children he’s taken in?”

“ Over the years, yes. Any child who loses a parent, he takes them in. Thankfully it’s not often a child becomes orphaned here in Talokan. I was one of the unlucky few but he had a very soft spot for children. They all adore him here.”

“ How sweet. I notice you often travel with another warrior. Is he related to Namor?”

“ Attuma, He is not our relative. Attuma and Namor have been long time friends. I met him when I was a child also. He’s like family to me.”

Xahli had a hard time hiding her interest in him. Her encounter with him intrigued her.  She noticed him sitting on the ledge f a heightened beam, sharpening his knife and people watching. She wondered how often he was alone, or chose to be. He catches her staring and stares back. She looks away timid, turning her attention back to Namora, she female warrior notices.

“ This place is stunning. I have so many questions and don’t even know where to begin. I can see the love you all have for each other. I see why you work so hard to hide it. Outsiders would not even know how to operate in this level of community. The fact that you don’t have any monetary symbols—you surpass most nations in morality.”

“ We see ourselves as one big family. You don’t take from your family. We trade what we have and even then, there’s too much surplus in supplies to owe a debt. We take what is needed. We work hard to keep it that way. A self sustaining nation is hard to come by, or so I hear. We are fortunate in many ways.”

Namora and Xahli continue their casual conversation as they watch Namor interact with his people. They share customs and ideas and Xahli explains things about her world, comparing and contrasting. Namora’s hard exterior dropped and she was quite fond of the girl. Xahli on the other hand was still too worried about how she’d be perceived. She didn’t want to mess this up or step on toes. Namora could sense that. She respected it even, but was concerned that this life may be too different from her old one. She didn’t expect the girl to live the rest of her life in a cave. This was not practical.

The night ended and Namor took her back to his little sanctuary, serving her up a meal in his cave home. She had a mixture of maize, rice and cooked fish that he had prepared specifically for her. Dinner wasn’t very talkative at all, she was quite tired. He painted while she chewed, the two shading glances and smiles every now and then. He’d let her use the hammock in his sanctuary for privacy and he’d sleep in his palace home in Talokan. She’d end the night with a shell call to her family and pass out after washing up in the wash room he built upon her arrival. This is how they’d spend the next two weeks, getting her acclimated. When they were alone their conversations remained sweet and casual. Namor was pretty quiet, which she didn’t mind. Their silence was comfortable and his presence was grounding for her. When they did speak, it was about their likes and dislikes. He’d tell her stories of great fights he had and she’d tell crazy emergency room stories. They were two sides of the same coin. Most of all she found it easy to just be with Namor. She expected him to be some brooding asshole who she would barely see until the wedding. He wasn’t like that at all.

On one particular night, Talokan had a festival. This festival highlighted the mating season amongst their whales which meant less labor for them. There was alcohol, food and laughter. They were getting very curious of her, some even coming up and asking her questions. Children pulled on the material of her suit, staring at her. She didn’t mind at all. She’d always end up getting tired hours before they did and Namor had a servant send her back up.

She bathed, ate and called her family. A servant left her a glass of the sickly sweet rum they had been drinking. She took a few sips and eventually downed the entire glass. Thankfully she found the serving pitcher that was left for her and she had another. And…another and another.

She was Drunk in capital D.

So drunk in fact, that she dipped her feet in the cracks of water that split across the cave floor. If she concentrated enough she could see tiny little fish swim past her toes. She passed out with one foot in and one foot out. Eventually she stirred awake when she was lifted like a rag doll and gently placed on a hammock.

“Namor”, she croaks.

“ I’m here Koj león.”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Her eyes were closed as she searched for his face. She finds his cheek and she can hear his deep chuckle vibrate through the room. He takes her hand and clasps it in his fists as he kneels down on one knee beside her.

“ For drinking all your wine”, she whispered quietly. He chuckles even harder and she opens one eye to smirk at him.

“ You are intoxicated. Drink some water.”

“No”, she grunts.

“ Ah ah, drink.” He holds a cup up to her mouth and she sips slowly. He doesn’t stop until she finishes the 8 ounces given to her.  He pulls the cover over her and she can feel him pulling away to let her rest. Her grasp on his hand tightens.

“Namor.”

“Yes.”

“Just stay a second… please just s–seecond.”

“Okay.”

“Namor. I have to tell you something.”

“ Yes Xahli.”

“ How come call me that name? That kaaaajjjj name. What is that?”

“ It means dandelion.”

“ Huh…that’s not my name.”

“ I know Xahl “, he chuckles.

“ Why ?”

“ Because you’re fragile in a good way. In a strong way.”

“You’re calling me a cry baby. I guess that makes sense. All I’ve done since we’ve met is cry.”

“ Your tears saved your country. The night we met at the beach your hair was large and fluffy like a dandelion. The name just came to me. I can stop if you are uncomfortable”, he said.

“ Hmm. Nice save.”

“ You need to rest.” She ignores him and uses her elbow to lift her top half up. They were face to face now.

It’s strange how it happens. The two of them just stare at each other one minute and then the next thing she knows, her lips are on his. She can feel him get stiff and she pulls away in uncertainty. He leans in this time and he tastes her tongue. She grabs the back of his thick hair and pulls him closer as the kiss gains momentum. She moans into his mouth, he’s a damn good kisser. Xahli gets rough, pulling his body towards hers, trying to coax him onto the hammock.. He pulls away and her mouth follows. Now they’re in a tug of war. He detached his mouth from hers and left wet kisses down her jaw and neck. She moaned loudly at that, her neck was a very sensitive spot for her.

“Pleaseee.”

“ We cannot.”

“ Why? ”,  she whined deliriously. She’s throbbing between her legs. Her stomach is swirling with desire. She wasn’t thinking this through but every decision she’d made in the last week was risky. Why stop now? He didn’t answer as she gripped and pulled at him. Her fingers FINALLY roamed his broad shoulders and chest. His mouth left her neck before he sighs in frustration. He’s holding her at arms length. Could she not have chosen a better time than when she was drunk? Otherwise he would have already made her cum twice by now.

“ You don’t find me attractive do you? You probably envisioned somebody different to be your queen right ? One of your own? Someone you don’t have to explain everything to. S-some who can breathe water?”, her eyes fill with tears. Her most insecure subconscious thoughts came to the forefront. She could not hold it. He looks at her in shock.  His eyes reflect her sadness as he cups her face in his large hands.

“ You don’t realize that I changed my plans for you ? The moment I saw you. Namora screamed at me for what I had done. I was not supposed to have you, again.”

“ What did you do ?”

“ I chose you…Xahli. This was not the way the story was supposed to end.” She looks at him with a puzzled expression. She’s too impaired to be thinking hard.

“ Now,I don’t know how the hell you finished that entire pitcher but our libations are very strong. You are very inebriated. I don’t do that—this. If you really want me then express it sober. Do you understand ?

“Okay…”

“ Say it. Say you understand.”

“I understand.” He places a kiss on her forehead and nudges her back on the hammock, pulling the covers up to her shoulders. He leaves her to rest.

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She awakes and her entire head is throbbing like a heartbeat. She groans in agony. He’s sitting at the table across from her and stands up immediately to aid her.

“ drink.” He gives her water first and then some fruity and earthy concoction that he swore would cure her headache.  A few minutes later she feels well enough to sit up. He gives her bread and fruit to combat the nausea. She begrudgingly eats it with her eyes closed.

“ I guess you can see why I don’t drink.”

“ Our drinks are strong here. It’s harder for us to get inebriated than normal humans so don’t be too hard on yourself.”

Images of last night come rushing back, his lips on her neck. His kiss—his surprisingly warm touch. She cringes and drops her head into her hands moaning in embarrassment.

He can tell by her face that the memories just greeted her. He hides his smirk, turning his attention back to the food he was eating.

“ I am so…SO sorry. I —-I’m not usually like that. I’m actually not much of a drinker. I don’t know what came over me I guess I just—”

“ You’re fine Koj león. Truly.”

“ Are you sure ? I didn’t make you uncomfortable did I? That was not fucking cool. If a guy did that I would probably kill him. I mean —-”

“ Trust me I’m not complaining. We are to be married and if I was uncomfortable I easily could have pulled you off. You’re fine.” He had a point, she thought. He apparently was super strong according to Shuri. Her face heats up internally as she takes a sip of waters.

“ It’s an added plus that you’re very beautiful. I don’t complain about being kissed by gorgeous people. Was it bad for you? “

“NO. Nope.” She was flustered, suddenly noticing the air was stale. He got off on making her squirm, not bothering to break eye contact with her as her eyes shifted around the room. She looked inside of her cup with fake concern. He knew damn well she didn’t give a fuck about what was in her cup. It was just water now.

“ And I explained to you my terms—If you remember. “ It takes her a moment to figure out what he meant but then it came back to her.

If you really want me then you express it sober. You understand ? Say it. Say you understand.

She almost shivered when she remembered his tone, rumbling and quiet in the dark. She was self aware enough to admit her attraction to him inside her head. She hands him her plate and he places it on the table. She joins him at the table, sitting across from him.

“ Last night–before we got distracted, I was trying to tell you that my mother told me that my father was Talokanil. That letter she gave you…I assume it’s the letter my birth mother left me. She said that the inside of it contains information about him. I don’t know if I’m ready to open it .”

“Why ?”

“ My mother has been notorious for keeping the secrets of my father. One of them being that we had an uncle that he killed with his bare hands in the states. I’m just worried that there’s more shit in there that she’s been hiding from me.”

“I’m sure everything your mother did was out of love.”

“I’m sure too. We have a great relationship but we’ve bumped heads over the last few years because of all the secrets. My father was a good dad and husband… but sometimes he did questionable things. I suppose every leader has moments like that perhaps. She tells me she was close with my mother to the point that she considered her a sister. If I ask too many questions about her then she’d just walk away or get emotional. I don’t know….I just don’t feel like dealing with anything heavy. It seems like everything over the past few years has been heavy.”

“ I remember when I lost my mother, I thought I couldn’t go on. I avoided the hard talks with her about her mortality. I knew it was coming. She did everything she could to prepare me for a life without her. When she was gone a rage ripped through me like none other. Then I found the belongings of my father that she kept hidden from me, tucked away in our home. His clothes, his drawings and other belongings–she hid it all. I knew it was his because his name was attached and stitched into the fabrics he wore and attached to his paintings. I wondered why she would keep that from me, especially when I had never met him. I’d ask about him every now and then and she forbid me to speak about it. Why would she refuse to bring him up, I thought? Pretty soon I was grieving a father I never met too. Missing my mother while being upset that she was gone and also upset that she never told me about my father. It was confusing. Her loss was like a betrayal to me. After losing my first wife I understood why. I understood my mother more than ever. Grief can harden you…Xahli. I don’t want that for you. Extend your mother just a little bit of grace.”

The room quiets as she takes in his words. “You talk a good game for somebody who attacked her.”

“ She ran in front of the girl for goodness sake.”, he rolled his eyes.

“ Oh really? So you’re saying it’s her fault?”

“ IM SAY- look. I’m sorry.”

“ Tell her that. Somehow you’ve already managed to get on my good side but it’s her you’ll have to win over.”

“ I’m winning you over ?”, He says in a low suggestive tone. Her stomach drops at the deviant look he gives her.

“You’re pushing it “, she warns. He puts his hands up in a surrender before biting into an apple.

“ What are you doing today ?”

“ Well in a few hours I’ll be holding a council meeting. Then I’ll be doing something that involves keeping our identity hidden from invaders who have been snooping around the perimeter.  I’m sure you don’t want to know the details.”

“ I don’t ? “, her brows raise in confusion.

“ No, you don’t trust me”, a darkness takes over his eyes, a warning of sorts.

“ Okay ” , she says with a shrug.

“ I’ll be sending you back home for a few days. It’s part of our deal after all. Besides I’m sure your family would like to see you before we wed in 10 days time.”

“ Oh right I forgot.. So how do you do weddings here ?

“ We will wed before our people on the coast. Beforehand you will pick the dress you desire most and you will be crowned, then you will swear an oath to Talokan. Afterwards, there is a week-long celebration. After our first week of marriage you will receive  Marca le kaano’ or mark of the snake.”

“What like… a tattoo?”

“ It is a mark placed on your back. It is used with a sterilized wooden tool that presses ink into the skin. Every person of Talokan receives this mark. Yours will be slightly different in appearance because you will be my Queen. How good are you with pain?”

“ Fairly good.”

“ Well either way it won’t matter, there will be a numbing agent available for you.”

“ Well that’s always a relief”, she smiles.

“ As for your transportation, Attuma will accompany you on your journey. I’ve talked with him and he won’t bother you like your first encounter. “

“ Okay, well I’ll go wash up.” By the time she finished bathing her hangover was pretty much gone and she came out refreshed. She changed and fixed her hair before heading back inside of the sanctuary. Namor went back to his painting and she settled down while reading a book she meant to catch up on.

“Kukulkan”, A gravely baritone voice calls out to Namor  a few feet outside of the tent.. Her stomach drops.

“ Attuma is here for you. Get your things and call me before bed”, He pauses in front of her and looks at her mouth. She contemplates if she should kiss him but he places a kiss on her cheek. He can sense the annoyance in her face and smirks knowingly, bidding her a goodbye.  

For a moment she just stands there, contemplating what exactly that meant before slowly backing out of the tent. Attuma stood near the waterfall, waiting. She can finally get a good analysis on what he truly looks like now that he wasn’t bum rushing her. Tall, blue, stocky yet long, dark almost black eyes, an impeccable hammerhead shark piece and a wooden staff made with bone and sharpened jade. His neck and shoulder pieces were also made from bone and animal shelling. His impeccable torso was marked strategically with what she assumed were tribal or customary symbols. His lower waist was wrapped in a leather waist band that covered his groin to mid knee. He wore animal hide woven material from his feet to under his knee and  mid foot. He had an elbow guard made out of bones as well. He looked badass and everything he wore appeared intimidating, yet rich in culture and meaning. She decides it best not to take her things because she’d just be bringing them right back. Xahli walked over to Attuma and decided that the time for formalities was now.

“ Hi. My name is Xahli “, she holds out her hand and he looks at it before looking back at her with his arms crossed.

“ Mhm”, he huffs. She withdraws her hand and scratches her head awkwardly.

“ Attuma. Go–now “,  he says in English. Her brows raise in surprise.

“ You can speak English ?”

“ Little”, he grabbed her by her waist abruptly, took off his mask and pressed it against her face. She gets only but a few seconds to take in his bare face before he falls into water with her against his chest.

It’s a shock to her system, the water is freezing. The water pressure was just bearable from the cave to the coast. She wouldn’t need a suit but she sure would be soaking wet. He got her there in minutes, gliding through the water as easily as a bird. He was a human jet, a super man underwater much like Namor. They pass schools of fish, dolphins and even packs of whales. She’d never get used to the sheer size of the underwater mammals. All of it triggered her thalassophobia pretty wickedly. She clutched to him in fear, realizing that she didn’t have a chance to be put to sleep like the first trip. The world looked so different from the perspective of the water. It felt like she was on a different planet.

He bursts out of the water with the same velocity a dolphin would and landed on his feet like a cat, holding her bridal style. He was dangerously agile for his size. She rips her mask off and gasps, eyes wide as she looks around in astonishment. Gently, he places her on her feet and takes the mask from her. He bends down to scoop water into the mask and presses it to his face.

“ A warning would have been nice”, she wrings her long coils out searching in her pockets for a silk hair grip. Attuma turns away and starts to walk towards the palace. She stomped behind him pissed and soaking wet. He walked her up to her palace entrance. Two Dora’s stand on either side looking at him quizzically before resuming the assumed position.

“ Back in three days time. At shore when the sky is dark. Goodbye “, he immediately turns away from her but she grabs his hand. He turns to her, tilting his head in confusion.

“ Do you want to come inside for a bit ? Unless you have somewhere to be?” Attuma reaches for his translator and flicks it on.

“ It is best I do not overstep princess.”

“ I am not a princess. I can take you up to my room and nobody will see you. I would like to get to know you better.”

“Is that a command ?”

“ I can command you now ?”

“ As Queen consort, yes.”

“ Then yes. I command it, now follow me ya’ big mountain.”

Before she leads Attuma up the marble stairs, she informs the Dora’s not to let her family know of her presence. She guides him up to the next floor and she notices his curiosity at all the different textures and patterns inside her home. He doesn’t touch or poke anything, in fact you’d think the walls were hot lava with the way he avoided brushing against anything. She grabs his hand and guides him to the elevator that goes up to her personal wing of the palace. He’s a bit startled once he senses movement inside of the contraption and he nearly crouches into a defensive stance.

“ It’s okay, this machine is taking us to my room quicker,“ she reassured. He nods and regains his icy stoic composure again. She leads him to her room and finds her tabby cat, mango sitting on the bed. She gasps walking over to him and picking him up.

“ This is my baby”, her voice goes up in pitch almost comically, imitating a baby. Attuma finds that weird considering, that the cat was very much not a baby.

“ His name is mango. “

“ Felino”,  says Attuma. His translation device picks it up as feline.

“We say cat. In english at least.”

“ C…”, his mouth forms the letter.

“ Ch -AHT”, he says. The word feels thick in his mouth.

“ Yes relax your tongue. Caaaattt.” She tried to say it slowly but he gave up, waving her away with his hand.

“ I don’t blame your disinterest in the language. English is quite strange but it is most convenient for international affairs. Xhosa is very challenging for outsiders because of the clicks. Like my name, for example, Xahli she elongated her name.” He tries it out.

“ Xahli”, he said perfectly. The translator was not needed at all.

“That was quite good Attuma”,  she chuckled. He gives her no expression and instead turns his attention back to her cat.

“ Pet him, he’s a nice kitty”,  she grabs his hand and guides it to the cat’s fur. Attuma flinches in hesitancy but she coaxes him into it, ultimately getting her way. Mango purs, just happy to be receiving attention like the star he is.

“ Have you ever seen a cat before?”

“ No. Only in books princess”,  he speaks lowly over the responding robotic voice.

“ I told you I’m no princess. He’s purring that means he likes you. He can judge character quite well. You must be a nice guy Attuma”, she smirks at him before pushing the cat into his arms. Attuma holds the cat awkwardly but eventually loosens up as Mango nudges the side of his cheek against his face.  He holds mango as he walks around her room, looking at all the earthy tones and elaborate patterns. Her curtains were orange casting an orange glow over the room. He could see the ocean from the distance out of her window. A book-like device sits on a desk, he opens it and it glows. A 3D diagram pops out of it and he slowly swipes his hand through its phantom structure.

“ It’s my computer for work.” He roughly slaps it closed and moves onto something else. He puts mango down on the ground and continues to inspect her room. She closed her door and fell onto her mattress with an exaggerated sigh.

“ It feels so good to be back on my bed. The hammock is okay but nothing beats a mattress I can’t lie.” Attuma turns to her and and looks out of the window.

“ I must go.”

“ But you just got here.”

“ I have other duties to tend to today’s princess.”

“ I am not a princess.”

“ Can it be my name for you, since I am the mountain?” She can’t help the grin spreading across her face.

“Fine. Let me walk you to the door”, She hopped up from her bed making sure to leave the door open for Mango. They went back down the elevator and they stopped right at the shore.

“ You could come back tomorrow even if it’s just for a little while.”

“ Are you certain?”

“ If it’s no trouble. You’re very interesting “, she said. He looks out to the ocean then back at her in contemplation. He shakes his head to himself and sighs. He seems conflicted as if he’s doing something he should not.

“ Okay. Tomorrow night when the high tide starts.”

“ High tide”,  she agrees. He descends into the ocean walking until his head disappears.

Back inside the palace she bursts into her mothers bedroom, startling her. “ MOTHER, SHURII, I’M HOME!!”, she yelled excitedly.

“ For BAST sake child!”,  Her mother held her chest as she rushed into her daughters arms.

“ My baby”, she mumbled , squeezing her tightly. Like clock work, in came Shuri who added onto the group hug.

“ Sister, you smell like salt.”

“ Two weeks I am gone and You’re commenting on my smell”,  she chuckled.

Nakia and Okoye visit her at dinner and they notice how revived she looked. She seems oddly chipper considering she was to be the bride of an underwater evil God. She insisted that Namor left her alone most of the time to explore and that he was kind. That wasn’t entirely true. They’d been connecting and as of recently, kissing. Longing glances exchanged over good food and stories of yesteryear. There was a bond forming and she didn’t have the strength to tell them. How does she tell her family that the man that brought them utter fear and chaos had a soft spot for kids?  How would she tell them that he had a touch as soft as a feather and love for the arts? Why should they care and better yet, why should she ?

Night time rolls around and she lays in bed fresh after a bath and hair treatment. The salt water her hair dry. Xahli figured that now would be a great time to call him. She held the shell up to her ear and before she even fully gets his name out she’s saying hers back to her.

“Xahli”, he whispers  She giggles. God shes fucking gone, he’s already sunk his claws in and she knew it.

“ Were you waiting for me ?”, she asks.

“ I didn’t want to miss your call.”

“How considerate .”

“ No problems from Attuma ?”

“ None he was the perfect gentleman.. though I think he finds me to be a bit insane”, she joked.

“Why ?”

“I invited him up to my bedroom and made him pet my cat.”

“ I’ve seen one of those, they leave nasty scratches.”

“ Maybe cats just don’t like you”, she teased.

“ I am fine with that in Reina (my queen)”.

She yawns in response. Today was a full day of talking with her family and starving off hangover fatigue.

“ It is time for bed. I will speak with you tomorrow night or wh-”

“ Namor … do you ever hate being as old as you are ? DO you wish for different?”

He pauses at the question, taking a few seconds to answer.

“ There have been moments where I have wished for death. There is a stagnation to my life that I never quite gotten used to, especially after the death of my wife.”

“ I’m so sorry. How did she pass if you don’t mind me asking ? I know that earlier I brought up my profession and you got upset.”

“ She had a weak heart. She was born with a defect that caused her heart to be very…fragile. She’d been cut open many times in attempts to fix issues that would keep coming back. She passed away at the age of 35 years old.”

Now she understood why he made that face.

“ Your people take a form on the vibranium. It’s what made them so strong and able to live such a long life. I guess not even vibranium can stop the trials and tribulations of life. My brother fell deathly sick and passed. He was the Black panther..our protector. He could lift a rhino over his head. He could even pick up me, Shuri and mother all at once. Then one day he was gone…. I understand your pain. I am sorry Namor.”

“ Time has passed. It lessens the sting.”

“ Can I ask you another very.,. Personal question?”

“ Yes .”

“ Do you ever get lonely…constantly meeting new sets of people? Saying goodbye to the ones you knew ? Starting over with new ones?”

“ At times If I sit and think about it, yes. However the beauty of life is that there are constantly new connections to be made. I’ve lived long enough to believe I’ve met the same people twice, sometimes even three times over. Friends and loved ones always show up again in some way or another.”

“ That’s very wise. Have we met  before ?”, She jokes but her subconscious knows the truth.

He tilts his head at her question, looking at the shell in contemplation. Should he say it? Would it be too frightening for her ?

“ I don’t feel familiar to you? In reina ?”

Authors note:

Oc’s name is pronounced like (tahhh-lee) but the T is replaced with a click.

[goddess-mixmi]

“ She’s calamity, a witch maybe..a violent storm. That’s why we call her Lady Tempest”

Meet Imani Irie Williams or “Tempest” one of the Avengers. Born in New York to a Wakandan father and Jamaican mother, when she was 2 her father moved their family back to Wakanda where she was raised with her little brother. During her time there she was more a outcast because everyone but her knew she was going to be dangerous some day. And when that day came after her father and mother’s passing she was starting to develop her weather powers and the white magic her mother passed down to her.

Discovering her powers during Loki’s attack on New York she soon became X-Men’s very own Storm student and learned her ways of controlling her powers and about the x-gene. There Imani learned that her very weakness was her own rage which is why she’s called Tempest “a violent storm”. Because of that she wears specialized bracelets to balance out her powers, it’s a safety precaution to limit the amount of power she uses. It can also completely blocked when both bracelets are hit directly by Wakandan spears.

She is T’Challa’s best friend and a trusted member of the royal family. Soon after she befriends the Avengers in hopes for finding the man who killer her father but she strays from her goal and finds herself more at ease in their presence.

And she has a few love interests along the way, two ended in tragedy and the last grew from trust and friendship.

This is what she looks like when her powers aren’t activated. Her hair turns white upon using her powers, that is the main reason why people assume she’s Storm. But despite them having similar appearance and powers, both women are completely different.

[shamelesslyshippingocxcanon]

Bucky x Reader: Wakanda

Let's face the fact that Wakanda Bucky is a dandere. He's soft and shy, and basically blushes if you talk to him

You'd be: A) This Wakandan person, whether native or adopted by SoMeOne, or B) You're this CIA agent who gets to tag along with Ross during the Wakanda-opens-up-to-the-world thing

cough cough that's the best thing to do with an OC shipped with Bucky cough cough

You're anyhow amazed at the place. It's not every day you see friendly rhinos, a black panther, a genius princess, and female warriors with Starbucks cups

I also headcanon that Okoye almost quit the Dora unless T'Challa made a Starbucks in Wakanda

And Bucky is on the list of amazing things

The first time he saw you, he was pretty sure he was hallucinating or something, you looked...different than the Wakandans he met

Shuri is the first one to catch one, you guys

"Oh! Y/n! Meet Bucky! He's this brainwashed ass-"

"Shuri!" He gets really flustered

"Y/n Y/n/l, work at CIA"

He vaguely might recall you from the area

"Pleased to meet you...Y/n"

He doesn't realize it's a crush till Steve and Natasha and Sam visit, they immediately start teasing (Nat and Sam) laughing randomly (Sam), and giving advice (Steve and Nat)

He shows up with small excuses like 'Um...Zazu the guy from the coffee shop said you missed the coffee break, and I got it for you' and 'Shuri said you have to go back to the lab...you want me to come with you?'

It's adorable

But one night you accidentally hear him while having a nightmare, you were walking outside peacefully. And you heard him, of course, you're a good person. So you went over and woke him up.

And of course, Bucky is god damned embarrassed, and he doesn't sleep with his arm and shirt on.

But you're more worried about him than the arm and the shirt, you ask him a bunch of questions

"Are you okay Bucky?"

"Yeah...I'm fine, I'm fine"

As you start to leave the blurts out if you could stay with him. Which makes you stop in your tracks. He curses himself for talking and tries to apologize.

But you accept to his surprise. Why wouldn't you?

He doesn't have to wake up all night. Best sleep ever, and you KINDA cuddle.

It would be an awesome moment to just...say you both really like each other

It slips away

But! He does come to you when he has nightmares, and you come to him with problems. Ending up spending so much time together.

He can't ask you out, not now, he's afraid of scaring you away, you're his whole world.

But you LOVE him, not like him.

Bucky and you start getting closer, hugs get a bit more common, and he actualy kisses you one time, on the forehead, a surprise for both

Shuri literally is going to die, she's gonna resort to stalking

"JUST KISS ALREADY YOU TWO!"

"But Shuri, we do."

"WAHTTT-"

"Platonically Shuri."

Also, headcanon that Ramonda adopted Bucky

At this point, every single person in Wakanda ships you two, even the goats seem determined to push you two tougher, literally.

"Which was this ass?"

"Uh...I think it's Rumlow...?"

"You named a goat after a HYDRA agent??"

"Rumlow was the first jerk I thought of."

Finally, he asked you out. T'Challa threw a massive party in the palace, Bucky steered away and bumped into you on the top floor of the palace you looked...amazing, as you always did though

So, he manages to get himself together before talking to you

He's still shy, and he's probably gonna ramble for a bit before getting to the point.

"I really like you- Actually...I think...I love you..."

Your brain takes a minute to process it, and he's already apologizing

"I mean, you really don't have to do anything, I just had to put it out there an-"

"It's okay. Cause...I love you too."

[starcrossedxwriter]

New Fic Alert: Unbreakable (Erik Killmonger x Black Wakandan OC)

Listen. I have 0 self control lol so here we are with another oneeee. This is a Black Panther AU in which Erik was raised alongside T'Challa in Wakanda after his father died and returned to America at 18. And Nakia has a sister (our OC).

Summary:

Naja, the younger sister of the Queen of Wakanda, hated few things. And at the top of that shortlist: Prince N’Jadaka. Well, if she were honest, he was the entirety of the list. Once destined to be a princess of Wakanda, Naja was the picture of kindness and grace. Now, she is hailed as Wakanda’s most fearless, dangerous, and reclusive war dog. After more than a decade of putting as much distance as possible between her and the life she almost had, Naja is forced to come face to face with the person she hates most again. With a threat looming over Wakanda and lives at risk, Naja must decide if trusting Prince N'Jadaka is worth the risk before it is too late.

So because these folks are actually fictional lol I have a face claim for our OC for once! But like all my OCs, you should picture yourself if you want.

This is for my Erik Killmonger girliesssssss! Trying my hand at something new (we'll see how it goes lol) Let me know if you want to be tagged.

[xblackreader]

CASTING MY OC’s: Tadeas 🦏 and Xyanza 🔱 + LORE

The Children of Okoye of Wakanda and Attuma of Talokan

+ bonus: Nashuri’s Daughter - Itzia

Tadeas - The Rhino 🦏

He was a sweet sensitive and shy boy growing up, he was very in tune with people’s emotions and how they felt. But unfortunately his parents could not shield him from the violence of the real world. When he was around 8 years old, he was out playing with the rhinos (his mother often commented how close he was to them and his father said they would be his wayob or ‘chosen animal’)

He went following the rhinos, further than he should’ve been, and witnessed a poacher group of elephant and rhino hunters. They saw him and decided to try and shoot him, they wanted ‘no witnesses’ and thought “some young African kid, just get rid of him”, his favorite rhino shielded him from the bullet and died there, roaring for Tadeas to run for his life. Tadeas ran for his father and when they went back, Attuma killed the poachers and reported it to Queen Shuri. But Tadeas was forever changed. It changed his worldview. His family gave the rhino a hero’s burial and Okoye comforted her son but noticed he did not cry anymore. He was numb. She cried to Attuma that night bc while her child was safe, those poachers had taken her innocent son. And she feared she might never see him again.

After that Tadeas focused mostly on training and feeding his rhinos. His father saw how quiet his son was these days and wanted to do something, his daughter Xyanza suggested they take him to Talokan for the first time. See, Tadeas was unable to breathe underwater. he has no gills and so he had not yet been to Talokan even at 9 years old. Though Xyanza didn’t quite see why not, she didn’t understand why she and Baba went to Talokan often but not Mama or Tadeas.

So they brought him to Talokan, and told him to stay in his room overlooking the city, glass panels giving him and other visiting Wakandans the ability to see over the city. At first he did stay put, but Xyanza said “You’re still sad… how about I sneak you out and we can go play a game with the other children!” Not knowing that normal humans will die underwater bc of the dense atmosphere. Awful idea but she was only 9.

His sister held his hand and Tadeas was able to go into the depths of Talokan. They snuck him a breathing mask and the other children of Talokan showed him lots of places, he wasn’t as good of a swimmer and they had to hold his hand, but he fell in love with Talokan. He finally smiled for the first time in months looking out at the kingdom and Xyanza was proud she had been able to make him happy again.

Meanwhile, Okoye comes back to the room to entertain her son and call for her daughter only to find that they are both gone. Under normal circumstances she would’ve been calm and okay, but she was pregnant again and had already been hesitant to bring Tadeas so deep under the surface. She screamed for her husband and Attuma came running.

They sent a search party to find the children. Namor, Namora and Attuma went themselves to look from them and found them atop a steep cliff on a trench. Attuma raced toward his son and enveloped him in a hug while the other Talokanil surrounded Tadeas like “YOURE NOT WEARING A SUIT… HOW ARE YOU ALIVE????”

So they bring him back to the Talokan Palace and he is scolded by his mother who is in tears and Xyanza is given a stern talking to, but she didn’t understand he could’ve died. Tadeas is unremorseful however, he has tears in his eyes as he tells everyone how wonderful Talokan is! Shuri does a few tests and discovers that although he is not able to breath water, he still is immune to the depths of Talokan. Now knowing that his children could both train in Talokan, His father says it’s about time his son began to train with Talokanil children, but Okoye is hesitant once more.

“Umama, please… I have not known happiness in some time. Please let me train. You trust me right?” He son said, tugging at her dress and nuzzling her hand in his hair. Had to turn up the cuteness to convince Umama.

“No. You are not old enough to be trusted with such a thing! Attuma, talk to him!”

Attuma nervously cleared his throat. “I believe it is time, Okoye. We’ve held them both off for long enough, you see how their hands long for the blade.”

“We said, we wouldn’t-“

“This illustrates not forcing them, in K’iino… he reaches for it, just as we did at their age.” Tadeas looked between his mother and father and nodded eagerly at his fathers words. “How we wanted to protect and serve.”

Okoye shook her head. “I did not know better then. I know now.”

“Mama, please!” “I forbid it!” Of course, the children eventually began to sneak out and train at late night, which made Okoye absolutely cry from worry and Attuma have to scold them even if he was in support of them training. “You will be the end of your mother if you continue to act like this. Chaac forbid it.” 

Often she would fake faint just to guilt trip them, but it stopped working when their father subtly informed them of what she was doing. Okoye glared at her husband from she laid dramatically on the bed as her children shook their heads at her. After that, she finally allowed them to train freely. Reluctantly, after she gave birth to the triplets, she recovered and a year later began to formally train in the way of the Dora the twins at 11 years old. Xyanza went to Dora camps after that.

Tadeas is very close to his little triplet sisters once they begin to talk, they latch onto him and he is often the one In charge of watching them.

He’s the oldest so he’s very often the one in charge or held responsible for hijinks. He idolizes his mother and father but mostly wants to fully emulate his father. He’s a bit jealous that his sisters can breathe water and not him.

His skills include: swimming (he had to train to swim like a Talokanil, it didn’t come naturally) holding his breath for up to 10 minutes, battle ax combat, espionage, long range combat, night vision (all children of both talokan, and Wakanda were given night vision by Bast and Chaac as a gift of unity)

Xyanza - The Eel 🐍

When she was born she had gills and could breathe water as well as air. I’d on the battle field, you’ll often find her in a body con suit that changes color with her surroundings. She is known as the eel for her swimming ability and stealth.

She was able to go to Talokan and stay there for days or even weeks while her brother had to stay home until he turned 14 and he could come unsupervised.

She’s the bleeding heart (very similar to her auntie Nakia) she was Namor’s little grand baby when he would hang around them all the time. She was the sweetest baby and her mother and father predicted she would be sly and cunning. She is a master of stealth even if she is 5’11 and close to 150 pounds. She towered over her mother by the time she turns 15 and Okoye be like “🤨 you think you can beat my ass?” And Xyanza is like “mom, chill, I just asked what’s for dinner…” “I DO NOT SERVE YOU EEL” “Umama be CALM”

She is a good friend of Itzia as well as trains with the Dora often. She and her brother were close until he began to become vindictive and angry as a teenager, they still have their sibling moments but it’s hard for them to be friends with their opposing views.

“Xyanza… your brother still loves you of course… how could he not?”

“He has become so dark and closed off, Mama… I do not even recognize him anymore.” Xyanza weeps into Okoye’s arms. She misses her brother, she misses her best friend.

“He is going through things he must navigate himself. But his love for you has not stopped. He is blinded by rage right now. It happens to the best of us. Do not cry for he is not gone.” :((

She a thickly thick broad too. Very popular with all the youth of Talokanda. Wide hips, lil waists but built! She is STACKED! Call her the Willow smith bc her parents are powerful and she’s a bad bitch.

She very much is an icon in their kingdom, people wear her clothing and suck up to her a lot but it’s not difficult bc she is a sweetheart, though very competitive. When she’s being normal think Ty Lee but when she’s in a competition or match off she turns full on Azula. She’s smart as a whip and very easy to fall for. She has some of her fathers features but her face is her mamas. The side eyes and stank faces are completely her mothers.

She trained for many years as a Dora. And her mother was excited to think her daughter would follow in her footsteps but Xyanza is not the girl to be an obedient soldier. She questions authority and is steadfast in her personal beliefs.

She still has not told her mother she doesn’t want to be a Dora. Her mother is the Head of Border Defense and General of the Midnight Angels… how can she tell her nationalist African mother that she wanted to be a spy/war dog?

Her skills include: swimming (Talokanil, Contorting her body (Eel) Night vision (Talokanil) Camouflage, close range combat) Think Ty Lee from Avatar TLAB

Itzia - The Clawed Serpent 🪽

She’s a goofball fr, he relationship with her mom isn’t the tightest but she still loves her and knows her mother loves her too.

She’s much closer to her father, or she was until he began to push her away when she turned around 13… she doesn’t know why (see this post for the reason) and instead turns her attention to her closest friends, Tadeas and Xyanza for her chosen family. She’s a massive rebel and a bad influence.

She will not do what she’s told, she don’t give a fuck that her dad is the godking of Talokan and her mother is the black panther and queen. She definitely gives “I didn’t ask for this life” but she’s truly the life of the party.

She’s got namor’s trademark wolf smile, pointed ears and winged feet but besides that she absolutely her mother’s daughter. @mickimomo maybe she’s tight with her auntie ora and auntie oni 👀👀

Her skills include: lesbianism/rizz, flight, superhuman strength, Siren song of Pathos (think blue Diamond), Night vision (All Talokandan children), She has a good lie detector in her brain

TBC 👀 for more info click here

[uzumaki-rebellion]

“The Offering” Part 2 of 3 (A Namor of Talokan Fic)

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Summary:

Lebadi has embarked on a two-year secret love affair with K'uk'ulkan on the high seas with a Wakandan houseboat she purchased for their clandestine hook-ups. All is well until their union is discovered.

NSFW. Smut. 18+. (6,254 words) Namor x Black Female OC

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"Baby, baby, baby… "

Evil Needle & Sivey—"Baby"

He liked to kneel before her and kiss her belly button first.

The indentation on her lower stomach seemed to be his activation button for Lebadi and she loved to stand over him, weaving her fingers into his soft black curls that crowned loosely around his scalp, still moist from the sea. The tip of his warm tongue dipped in and out and when he kissed the skin around her belly piercing, his dark brown eyes never left hers.

That was his way… always.

Touch. Kiss. Gaze up at her. Kiss again. Lick. Stare deep into her soul before sucking and tasting again, lowering his head to her sopping folds that plumped and bloomed open, revealing the sticky pink entrance to paradise. She learned over the two years of their forbidden courtship that he used those dark eyes to claim ownership of her. Every part of her. Cloying… fiery at times, and oh, so sensual, the sloe-eyed gaze of K'uk'ulkan demanded obedience. Submission.

She gave in.

The loss of will had her leasing a small houseboat in the middle of the Indian Ocean. Staying on the water was the only way to keep their liaison a secret from her world. He couldn't come on land without alarming her people, and she couldn't go down into his depths either, so they were forced to meet in the middle far off the Umkhombe Coast.

Anticipating his arrival was always the best part of their unions. She'd dance seductively on the deck, playing the erotic sounds of her favorite joot band, a style of Wakandan music that mixed instrumental sounds with dubbed vocalizations that played with the human voice in strange ways to evoke a hypnotic, romantic mood. Draped in a sheer azure cover-up with nothing else underneath except for a gold-hooped belly chain with matching bracelets on her wrists, Lebadi cranked up the swirling sounds and gyrated her hips with the syncopated rhythms. Tapping her bare feet on the deck with her arms dancing in the air, she snaked her body with sultry rolls of her hips to tease him from the sea.

Sipping on honey wine, she'd grab a handful of a mixture made from dried flower petals, spiced herbs, and brown sugar to rub against her shaved mound so that the scent of her juicy pussy was added. She called it her love offering and sprinkled it into the ocean, helping to entice his arrival sooner.

It always worked.

Humming and swiveling her loose hips, her eyes followed the line of the horizon illuminated by silver moonlight, waiting for the waters to part as her offering sank below the surface.

There!

A ripple breaking the tranquil ocean that grew into a wave rising to the starlight, his taut form bursting through a mountain of dark liquid, wings fluttering… behold… K'uk'ulkan. He flew high above Lebadi's line of sight, floating gently on a balmy breeze toward her, his dashing eyes never leaving her face.

Lebadi danced, twining her arms with slow sinuous motions that gestured for his company. When he landed next to her, she parted her sheer covering and fingered her folds, sharing glimpses of her wet arousal glistening like dew on a gossamer web across her fingertips.

"Namor…" she purred.

He closed his eyes and his nostrils flared, taking in the sweet odor of her swollen folds.

Down he went, on his knees, clasping desperate fingers on her graceful hips.

"In yaakunaj…" he murmured, sliding a fat wet tongue across her stomach before pushing his entire face into her pussy.

"Show me how much you love me, then," she replied with breathless abandon.

"Ch'ujuk," he whispered.

Sweet. That's what she tasted like to him. She kept that pussy sweet and delicious, like a ripe mango, eating plenty of fresh fruit and honey before traveling to see him.

Hot kisses slathered her clit with saliva and his mouth wasted very little time becoming reacquainted with what belonged to him. He sucked and licked her delicate parts, tracing wet silhouettes with an artful tongue tip. She gasped out loud, holding back her release until he told her she had permission to do so.

Standing up, Namor peeled off his skintight shorts, and she helped him unfasten his choker necklace. Tossing it on one of the bolted chairs set up for deep-sea fishing, he led her into the interior of the boat where the luxury stateroom awaited their in-depth union. He slid his fingers on the pearl clasps of her cover-up and pulled it off. Slanting his head to align his mouth with hers properly, his warm belly rested upright against hers, turning their bodies into writhing, serpentine creatures yearning to become one flesh… one being.

The interlocking of their tongues breathed life into her clit and it came alive between her thighs, thumping a staccato rhythm that made her pussy throb in anticipation for deep-rooted dick that would take her far beyond her stimulated senses.

Lebadi dropped to her knees and engulfed his thickening length into her greedy mouth, slurping his dick like it was the last bit of nourishment she would ever have between her full lips. Her neck worked his girth as it stretched her lascivious mouth, making her cheek and jaw muscles exhausted from handling such a thick erection. She made his dick shiny and licked around the head where pre-cum spilled all over her tongue. Namor tasted like the sea and promises of something smoky and rich that she couldn't get enough of. He threaded his fingers through her textured hair, twisting into the heavy locs securely before yanking her head back so her eyes stayed fixed on his face. Fisting his dick, he pressed it against her painted lush mouth, forcing her to lick away the spewing of clear arousal that had his lips twisted up with pleasure.

The man his people called K'uk'ulkan hated surface dwellers.

But he loved her.

The cognitive dissonance was never lost on Lebadi, even with all the libidinous, erotic things he did to her wanton body. She became a willing concubine under his magic touch. He was unpredictable. Dangerous. Irresistible. Their forbidden love was an addiction she couldn't be without. They were both from cultures that prided themselves on secrecy and discretion. Being practically invisible to the rest of mankind kept their people safe… and yet, they chose to be reckless with one another. It made their love illicit and delicious.

His fingers grazed against her cheek as a clap of thunder boomed above them.

"K'iibal cháak," he said. "The thunder… it will bring a strong rain."

"There was a ring around the moon. It won't rain until three days from now," she said.

He sniffed the air.

"Sáamal," he said.

Tomorrow. It would rain sooner than what the gauzy, reddish ring of light around the moon told her. Rain meant poor weather on the water, no lazy day of sunshine, and swimming with him in the open ocean.

He lifted her in his arms and placed her lovingly on the berth they would share. His dick pointed at her with a raging hardness that needed careful tending. She parted her thighs and used her fingers to push open her folds for him. The thick vein on the top of his erection showed the severity of his need. His slit wept pearls of pre-cum onto the berth. His regal bearing looked mystical in the low candlelight she had illuminating the quarters. He crawled onto the bedding and wedged himself between her legs. Gripping the heft of his dick securely, he twisted his fingers under the thick ridge of his frenulum and pushed the wide tip against her slick opening. Her pussy throbbed, letting him see the pink entrance wink open. The sight of it excited him more, and he held his slit closer to her as sizzling ropes of thick cum shot all over her, drenching her folds. It was so hot that she hissed with the intense feeling, wanting more. He gave it, cumming all over her clit, drowning it with a whiteness as creamy as icing on a cake. Namor groaned out loud and aimed his release toward her stomach, where warmer streaks painted her dark brown skin, pooling into her belly button before turning clear and messy all over.

Lebadi whimpered and played with his cum across her vulva. She spanked her glossy folds and Namor growled with pleasure deep inside his throat. Fingering her pussy, she licked his cum off of each fingertip like it was a sugary glaze. He dipped his finger into the sticky heat and traced it along her lips until she swallowed it all. Pushing her legs open wider, he parted the curtains of her inner lips and penetrated the deepest part of Lebadi, forcing the whimpers of happiness to ring in his ears, ushering a pleased smile to his face that lit up his eyes as well. He cradled the side of her neck and pulled out, swiftly thrusting back in again to make sure he hit her spot just right and she clawed his back to let him know he made it.

Linking her ankles around his waist, she panted as he stroked her walls, seeking new pleasure points to rub against, plucking out heavy moans from her mouth. At one point, she couldn't even close her lips, the delicious tugging against her clit weakening her hold on his shoulders. Arching her back, she sought his right earlobe and bit the pointed tip that was so sensitive to the touch. Namor groaned and pistoned his hips faster, the soft wavy pubic hairs of his groin mingling with hers until everything was frothy and wet with sweat and her slickness. The friction caused her to pee a little from the pressure inside and out, but her lover didn't care. He accepted all offerings from her body, everything became lubrication and a sign that he was putting in the necessary work to please her.

The churning water outside couldn't create more waves like the ones he made between the joining of her thighs, fucking her until she was cross-eyed and the cultivated coils in her thick hair flattened. His lips tilted up at the corners like a crescent moon then, pleased with her breathy sighs and pleadings for more until a strange shadow clouded his dark eyes. He stared at her primrose pink opening surrounded by the rich raven brown of her vulva, adoring the contrast of colors her body created compared to his sun-drenched sienna brown. Licking the pebbled nipples on her breasts, Namor thrust forward and cried out her name, his orgasm transforming his face into such sublime beauty that Lebadi wept under him, breaking apart all over his sturdy length.

His warm sweat fell onto her and cooled within seconds. He stayed inside of her pussy, filling it with more cum until he was satisfied that she was sated from clenching all over him.

Namor rested his head on her breasts. His breathing became soft as she fingered his hair. They fell asleep together just as light raindrops fell outside, making a gentle patter on the houseboat's roof. Both of them had been wrong in predicting the weather. No matter, though. Their entangled bodies basked in the afterglow of lovemaking.

The rain splattered harder on the roof.

Lebadi woke up with Namor still asleep on her chest, looking all serene and cozy while she listened to the rainfall outside. The houseboat rocked on the water and she wondered if they should move more inland to avoid larger waves.

His body had cooled on top of hers, and she reached for a thin blanket to cover them.

She stopped.

They weren't alone.

The shadow of a person stood across from them in the stateroom. The candles had burned out, and the moon had shifted its position in the sky, making it difficult to see who watched the forbidden lovers sleep. Lebadi shook Namor awake and his senses went into overdrive immediately. He rose from the berth, blocking her body from the intruder.

"Ba'ax ka beetik?" said a muffled woman's voice in Namor's language.

Namor picked up a small lighter and held it against the wick of a large yellow candle resting on a small wooden dresser. He spoke to the woman with an irritated tone.

"Táan in chan weele'—"

"Jach u yoojel tuus," the woman replied.

Namor flung a dismissive wave of his hand to the stranger and she lunged for him, coming into the light. Most of her face was covered with what looked like a green and blue turtle shell. Her skin was a pale blue color, too, a sharp contrast to the dark wet hair that hung past her shoulders. She had eyes like Namor's. Intense and angry.

"Ko'x!" the woman shouted, grabbing Namor's arm.

He shoved her back and Lebadi jumped out of the berth, grabbing for a pair of panties and a tank top lying across a chair.

"Is this your wife?!" Lebadi screamed, more embarrassed than angry.

Namor lowered his head before shaking it.

"She is not my wife… eetbak'el… same family… my cousin. Namora."

Namora tilted her head and stared at Lebadi with narrowed eyes. Her voice sounded guttural and mean.

"Bix a k'aaba teech?" Namora spat out.

"Do not answer her," Namor said.

Lebadi held her own name on her tongue as Namor commanded. Namora took a closer step, and she moved behind Namor for protection.

"I can't tell you my name," Lebadi said.

"Ma' tu na'tik," Namor said.

"She doesn't understand for real, or are you just saying that to fool me?" Lebadi asked.

Namor grabbed Namora's arm and pulled her outside onto the open deck while still naked, sliding the door shut behind him. Lebadi waited on the berth and listened to them argue. Their passionate voices raged with loud aggression for over an hour. When silence prevailed, she opened the door and stepped out to check on him. The rain had tapered down to a light drizzle, despite the grouping of menacing gray clouds at least a mile away in the sky.

Namora sat on one of the fishing chairs and Namor sat next to her on the other one. Lebadi reached into a cooler near the sliding door and pulled out two bottled waters. She handed one to Namora.

"Uk'ahech? A k'át uk'ul?" Lebadi asked, hoping she pronounced the words 'thirsty' and 'drink' correctly without starting a war of words between the cousins again.

Namora shook her head and waved her hand.

"She can only drink underwater. She can't breathe up here," Namor said.

"Oh," Lebadi said.

She put the bottles back in the cooler and stood near Namor.

"Is everything okay? Why is she so upset?" Lebadi said.

Namor reached for her hand and threaded his fingers with hers. Namora jerked her head away as if the show of affection disgusted her.

"What is going on?" Lebadi asked.

Namora reached for a reed-thin necklace that looked like it was made from an abalone shell. She blew on it, but no sound came out that Lebadi could hear. His cousin dashed from the chair, leaping onto the upper edge of the vessel with her arms bowed to dive into the cold depths. Namor flew so fast that he caught Namora in mid-air before she even touched a curling whitecap. The wings on his ankles carried them high above the houseboat. Lebadi watched Namora struggle in Namor's powerful grip.

In the water, a blast of air from a blowhole caught her attention. An orca with a massive dorsal fin circled the houseboat as the Talokanil fought above it. Namor dropped Namora into the ocean with a loud splash and the orca swam to her.

"Namora!" Namor shouted down to her.

Namora threw one arm around the dorsal fin and pointed at her cousin with the other.

"Sáamal!" Namora shouted and the orca dove under a wave, allowing the sea to swallow them up.

A crack of thunder boomed, and bright swords of lightning clashed together, brightening up the sky, and transforming her lover into a deity lost to the world floating above her. Lebadi rubbed her arms as a fresh shower of rain poured down. Shaking her damp hair, she returned to the stateroom and changed into a warm robe. She used a towel to dry her tresses that clumped up into tight spongy curls. Namor met her in the small kitchenette and watched her make a fresh cup of ground Jabari Mountain coffee. She offered him some, but he turned her down, studying her face for a long time.

"Why did she come here? And why did she mention tomorrow?" Lebadi asked.

"She has seen me like this before."

"Like what?"

"In love."

Lebadi mixed sugar in with her coffee and sipped it with her back against the stove.

"So I'm not your first surface dweller girlfriend?"

"You are."

"Have you been married? Have children?"

"You never asked me things like that before."

"Because this has been a fun fantasy while we were alone. Someone knows about us now… and I realize we are really strangers. Fuck buddies."

Namor slid his hand around her neck and brought her lips to his, sliding his tongue out before they connected. He sucked on her probing tongue and did the same to her lips, forcing waves to tumble in her stomach. His kisses were always slow and demanding. The man knew her weakness with him. She pushed him back.

"I want to know more about you, Namor. Will we just hook up on the ocean every three months when you make time for me?"

"We are not what you say… fuck buddies."

"Answer my question. Have you ever been married?"

"I have."

"What happened?"

"She died."

"Did you have children with her?"

"I did. They died too."

"How?"

"They grew old and died."

Lebadi blinked her eyes a few times and tilted her head as if that made the understanding easier.

"What do you mean? How old were they?"

He moved away from her and lowered his head, contemplating his answer.

"Namor?" she said.

"My wife lived to be ninety-eight. My daughter eighty-one… and my son… seventy-nine."

"I don't understand, you… you're close to my age. How do you have children older than you?"

"Lebadi… I have lived for nearly five centuries."

Lebadi laughed and threw up her hands, turning away from the bullshit. A warm hand slid up her thin robe and held her shoulder. Namor turned her to face him.

"I am telling you the truth—"

"You told me you were a mutant. That explained the wings and your other abilities… but now you're an immortal?"

"How do you think I know your language and so many others? There was a time when your people were not so secretive."

His eyes challenged her to doubt him. She couldn't. He could fly. Breathe underwater. Had the strength of many men, and could summon creatures from the deep.

"My people named me after an ancient god. They believe I am the return of him and I have cared for them like they were my very own children. I have lived many lifetimes under the deepest parts of the sea and lost more than one family. Colonizers have brought pestilence to my people… stolen land… destroyed so much. They continue to do so, all over the world-"

"If you hate surface dwellers so much, why come to me? You could've left me alone after that first time we met."

"I could not forget you… could not keep you from my mind. Your people are like my own. They want nothing to do with the outside world, and that makes you different."

"What are saying? You want to live a lifetime with me, too?"

Lebadi held her breath inside her chest. She curled her hands between her breasts and Namor cuddled her in his arms, peppering her face with tiny kisses.

"Namora is angry because she doesn't want me to hurt anymore. She has been alive long enough to know my last wife and the pain it caused me to lose her. After my first wife passed, I stopped having children. I had two more wives after her, and I made a vow to take care of my people and never have a woman again. Until you. My love for you clouds my eyes every day that I am by your side," he said.

Lebadi's eyes welled up, and he kissed away the tears that dropped like rain onto her cheeks.

"You are worth the pain… teech k'abéet ti'teen—"

"I need you too, but this is so much to take in all at once," she said.

"Tell me you love me."

She pressed her forehead against his.

"In k'áatech," she whispered into his parted lips.

The edges of his mouth ticked up into a smile, and he spanked her backside, making it jiggle. He rubbed on her bottom, lifting and separating the round mounds in his hands, squeezing them to enjoy the softness.

"Take this off," he said, fingering the top of the robe.

She undid the belt, and he circled her waist, lifting her up on her toes, his warm naked body evaporating the rain from his skin as it absorbed her heat too.

"Namor, what happens tomorrow?" she said.

"Namora will come back."

"For what?"

He walked her backward on her toes toward the stateroom. She pressed down on her heels to stop him.

"I don't want to talk about that now. Let me love you, Lebadi… your skin is like honey in my mouth, I want to lick all over your body…"

He nuzzled the side of her neck where fleshy immortal lips sucked and kissed chills down her spine and into her toes.

"Let me love you," he said.

She gave in, as he knew she would.

His morning loving was as good as his nighttime lust.

With her head down and her ass up in the air, he took her with long strokes from the back as she rested her head on a pillow at an angle where she could watch his face. His lips quirked up with tension and his right palm pressed down into her lower back. Her pussy squelched and became a gushy ride. Namor slapped her rump hard and used his right hand to palm her left ass cheek as he glared down at her throwing it back on him with frisky twists of her waist. He glanced at her face as if to question what right she had to have a pussy that good on his dick. She arched her back further, and he cursed at her with words that were too filthy for him to translate into Wakandan.

"Fuck me…" he panted.

"I know you like that," she grunted, shifting her hips and widening her thighs to let him sink deeper.

His fingers slid to her hips, and he gripped the supple flesh to anchor himself. He gave quick thrusts that just rested at the entrance of her pussy and she pouted, needing all of his thickness to make her feel full and stretched. Her toes lifted and teased the feathers on his ankles at the quill, which was highly sensitive to touch like the tips of his ears, stimulating another part of his erogenous zones that she liked to play with on his body.

"Fuck my pussy… s'good baby…," Lebadi moaned as she bit into the twisted, sweaty sheets.

Namor teased her entrance until she whimpered his name and he plunged into her, cumming while he did. He drenched her walls, then pulled his fat dick back out and ejaculated onto her ass and back before stretching her out again. His cum painted her walls with creamy warmth. He reached around and played with her clit, two of his fingers strumming a love language that only her stimulated nerves could translate. It was enough of a conversation to have her walls throb back with an answer. She squealed with pleasure and he laughed with obvious delight.

Afterward, they went for a swim.

The sky had cleared up enough to let a few rays of sunshine peek through. He dived below with fish netting and left her alone on the boat for an hour, returning with swordfish, shrimp, and mussels for them to enjoy at lunch. He cleaned and prepared the seafood. She seasoned and cooked it. They ate with their fingers and she showed him how to eat sticky yellow rice balls with a soft fermented flatbread that she made the day before. Namor liked the sour, porous texture of the bread, stuffing it down his throat with the fish tea she made from the swordfish.

Later in the afternoon, they moved the houseboat to another area when the water became choppy and unpleasant. Sleeping nude on lounge chairs, Namor watched her skin darken into a rich mahogany hue. He made her lay on top of him so he could run his hands all across her back and ass, fingering her pussy from behind until she came all over his hand with a sticky release.

Lebadi took a nap inside the stateroom for a few hours. She needed to recharge from a day of lovemaking and eating well. Waking up alone, she found several loose mothers of pearls wrapped in a large seaweed leaf fresh from deep sea oysters. Smelling the odor of good cooking, she rose naked and joined Namor in the kitchenette. He stirred a thin soup of clam meat that she liked for dinner. Holding up a spoon for her, she tasted it.

"Good… ooh, and hot," she said, waving her hand in front of her open mouth to cool the soup on her tongue.

The sun was low in the sky, announcing a gorgeous sunset that saturated the ocean backdrop with blazing red and deep mauve.

"Oh, shit!" she said, rushing back to the stateroom and changing into a short azure blue tunic over a bikini bottom. She dug into one of her travel bags soon after.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

She strode back into the kitchen, clutching a small sachet of her annual offering to Mama Wati. Bypassing the beach and surfing with friends again in Birnin S'Yan that year, she wanted to honor the mother of the sea with Namor by her side.

"Come," she enthused, tugging on his hand to follow her.

Lebadi prayed over the small bundle before untying it and dropping some of the mixture into the sea. She gave the rest to Namor, and he sprinkled it with amusement.

"This god brings you joy?" he asked.

"She does."

He touched her hair, which had shrunk up into tightly coiled spirals from the seawater. She twirled a thick lock of hair and stretched out its length, letting it bounce back into place.

"Children in Wakanda who are born with extra curly hair, like me, are said to be children of the sea. My grandmother was a child of the sea, and so was her grandmother before her. I come from a long line of Mama Wati babies!"

Namor leaned over and kissed her cheek, then held her face with both hands to kiss her longer. She was about to wrap her arms around the nape of his neck when the houseboat listed to one side, knocking them off balance. Namor flew with her a few feet above the deck to keep her from falling. The surge of water lifted the boat and brought it back down roughly, and from Namor's arms, Lebadi witnessed a pod of humpback whales breach the surface and rock the houseboat even more.

"K'uk'ulkan!"

Namora called to him as she pulled herself up onto the back of the closest whale. Namor put Lebadi back on the houseboat and two tall Talokanil men climbed onto the boat, giving her menacing looks. Namor barked orders to them and the men stopped moving, watching their god fly onto a whale to confront Namora. There was no reasoning with Namora and she leaped onto the boat and grabbed Lebadi by the throat, tossing her far over the side. The icy splash punched into Lebadi's back as the dark waters covered her face. She held her breath, watching the light from the surface fade from dark blue to rising ebony the deeper she went down. Flailing her arms, she tried to swim back to the surface, her lung capacity helped by her years of surfing and having giant waves crash over her before she could get more air. Her loose tunic floated above her, tangling her arms and covering her face. She pulled it off and pushed her arms to her sides, swiping away the weight of water crushing her.

Kicking her legs, Lebadi's ascent was thwarted by another Talokanil woman below her, who grabbed her ankle and dragged her further below. Seconds later, Namora was upon her, her hands choking the life out of Lebadi. Bubbles rose out of her mouth and she became woozy from the lack of oxygen in her lungs. She almost blacked out to the haunting, melodious sounds of whale song, until Namor fought off his cousin and the other woman to drag her away. Lebadi noticed a great number of his people holding spears and hugged up close to the whales, using them as living ships to travel on.

Namor burst through a wave and flew Lebadi to the houseboat. The rage on his face frightened her and he screamed at his people. Most stood on top of the whales wearing the same breathing apparatus Namora had to use above the surface.

Namor pulled Lebadi behind him and faced his people. Rapid-fire conversations ricocheted around them as she tried to pick out any words that she knew from being with Namor. It was clear to her that the posse revered him even as they pressed to retrieve him, but his actions upset them. She upset them by claiming his heart.

Namora had a pleading quality to her voice, and it softened Namor. He kept glancing back at Lebadi, and the longer his people spoke to him, she could see his body language changing. His shoulders slumped, and a light went out of his eyes. The voices grew louder, more incessant, and Namor threw his head back as if the stars above them had all the answers he needed. Then… they started singing to him.

Even the whales emitted sounds that Lebadi could feel flowing across her skin above the surface. The haunting melodies of the Talokanil mixed with the vibrations of the sea creatures they rode upon brought Lebadi to her knees. She wept from the pure beauty of it.

Namor looked down at her with a torn expression. Namora climbed back onto the boat and held her hands before him like the wide maw of a shark about to attack. The others made the same hand symbol toward him.

"Líik'ik Talokan!" Namora said.

Namor closed his eyes and Lebadi felt a trembling soul shift inside of him. Namora nodded her head and the other Talokanil on the houseboat dropped back down into the water. Namor sauntered over to Namora and held her face. Only their eyes spoke in a secret language they knew. He stroked his thumb across Namora's forehead and slowly flew up into the sky alone, raising out his arms.

One by one, the whales and the sea dwellers departed.

Namor came back to her side, and she knew.

It was over.

His people came first and she would become a lost footnote to the seductive antics of a foreign god who wanted to fuck a Wakandan woman for fun.

She ran from him, hot tears spilling in fat drops onto her arms as she wailed and beat her fists on the berth. He tried to comfort her, but she thrashed her body to get his hands off of her.

"Get out!" she shouted, burying her wet face. Snot and copious tears clogged up her nose and throat.

He wouldn't leave her side and stroked her back.

"You said I was worth the pain!"

"They are my children."

"I am your woman! They can have you forever, but I only get this one lifetime, Namor! Just this one!"

He pushed back the springy curls on her forehead. His soulful eyes bled into her spirit and she covered her face to hide all the pain that soaked her heart. Namor spooned around her and she wilted. Crying and pleading meant nothing. His duty to his own came first. Always.

They slept curled into one another. By daybreak, he was gone.

Lebadi ate leftover shrimp and rice for breakfast and tossed all the uneaten food into the sea. She started the quiet engine of the houseboat and programmed it to take her back to the Wakandan coast, where she would leave it at the marina rental space she kept for the past two years. Leaving the seaside was the best thing for her sanity.

Returning inland for good would help her forget.

Lebadi couldn't believe the message on her kimoyo beads.

Her former college roommate, Okoye, stared at her.

"Well, did you make it or not?" Okoye said.

Sitting inside an artsy café together, a table full of half-eaten shredded beef and coconut curried rice between them, Lebadi stared at the formal rejection of her application to the Dora Milaje corps.

"I was rejected," Lebadi said.

"Why?"

Okoye's voice went up an octave as she swiped the floating image of the document.

"I failed the physical apparently," Lebadi said.

"How? You seem fit to me… wait… what is that look for? Did you already know you would fail?"

"Not when I applied, but…"

"But what?"

Okoye nudged her wrist with her hand.

"Talk to me, Lebadi. We were supposed to tag-team in this thing."

"I know," Lebadi said. "I just failed. You'll have to become a Dora without me."

"Rhino shit! You always wanted this. We went to school purposely cultivating our education to prepare us. You did an internship in the palace for Bast's sake!"

Okoye lifted a finger to her lips.

"Call them and ask what happened. They have to give you specifics."

"No, they don't. I'm not qualified. I'll find something else to do."

"Like what?"

"I can be an executive assistant to a senator, or maybe a personal assistant to a Council Elder," Lebadi said.

Okoye's kimoyo beads glowed a neon blue.

"Dammit, I have to go. I'm picking up W'Kabi from his mother's house. His hovercraft was fixed at the shop finally."

"When is he going to buy proper transportation? He's had that hovercraft since he was in high school."

"You know how stubborn he is. He'll have that thing until he's an old man," Okoye joked.

She touched Lebadi's hand again.

"Do you want to go out for drinks later? Talk some more? I feel terrible about this news."

"No, go on and spend your evening with W'Kabi. I'll call you later if I find out anything more."

Lebadi didn't bother to stand up. She let Okoye bend over and kiss her temple before she dashed out to give the love of her life a ride to the bike shop. When Okoye was out of the café, Lebadi tapped her kimoyo again and swiped the second page of the form letter for the Dora Milaje corps. There was a listing of categories that could be checked off to explain why a candidate was rejected. The one that prevented her from becoming a Dora Milaje for that recruitment cycle was smack dab in the middle of the page.

Pregnancy.

Lebadi sighed and paid for the food by swiping her kimoyo beads over the dishes and stood up. The thick-layered skirt and jacket she had on barely concealed the baby bump sprouting from her middle. Four months along and she was already showing. Fatter in the face, too.

Walking alone in the downtown area of Birnin Zana, she turned her head to look over at the double palace. Okoye would get through Dora Milaje training easily. Her father was a lieutenant in the military and a decorated pilot. It didn't hurt that her mother was an interpreter for King T'Chaka Udaku either. The dream was for Okoye and Lebadi to protect royalty and travel with the king. She rubbed her belly and sighed. There were plans in place for her to live secluded in Birnin S'Yan and work discreetly as a monorail operator until the baby was born. No one knew she was carrying the seed of a foreigner, a mutant king who once said he loved her, but left her anyway. They had been careless with sex, and now she faced a daunting future.

What kind of child did he put inside of her?

Part 3 Finale HERE!

A.N.:

There will be a part 3! I’m working on several fics at once so be ready! And once I fnally see “Wakanda Forever” y’all in trouble!!!

Reminder:  I switched up the spelling of the actual Mami Wata to Mama Wati to give myself space to reshape my ancestor’s actual African/African Diaspora spiritual water being into a fictional Wakandan one.

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Chapter 8

Warnings: None. (Will however be a 18+ reader book)

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own a few OCs like Elizabeth, Katherine, Stacy, and Jessie. I do not condone any copying of this.

"Beach wedding?" T'Challa questioned. "That sounds pleasant, although for you to become part of the Wakandan royalty through marriage, we'll have to do a separate special ceremony. It won't disrupt or affect the marriage bond though, so there's nothing to worry about with that."

The idea of being a Queen was still rather frightening to you.

"Beach wedding, beach wedding." Fury was singing underneath his breath with a slight wiggle of his hips. Well, he was extremely excited about the idea. Apparently he loved the beach so much, the ship that he was visiting with had a simulation so he could pretend he was at the beach.

Your sister bounded into the room, "You're on the news again Y/N!"

You shrunk into the couch you were sitting on. It had been six months since the incident. You had gotten comfortable with every person that you were soulmated to, along with their friends. Your own friends were absolutely enthralled with the idea. All three of them were invited to the wedding as well.

Once the news had gotten ahold that one, the Avengers were finally getting married, and two, it was to the girl in the record book who had eleven bonds, well the news had been covering it for almost three weeks now.

You had quit your job at this point. There was no reason to keep it. Tony kept everything you could possibly needed in the room and if you really, really needed something, he had a special card that you were supposed to use.

You very rarely spent the card. Even if Tony was a billionaire, you weren't entirely okay with spending his money if you really didn't need something.

Tony's voice brought you back to the conversation, "I was thinking that we could move into a large mansion instead of trying to continue to live in the Tower. Especially once we have kids. It would be easier to live in a house instead."

"I agree." Steve said with a nod.

"If it's far from civilization." Fury pointed out.

"Can we move back to the topic of those kids?" You asked.

Everyone looked at you.

"It's just. . . with the kids, are you guys going to care if like. . . you don't have one that isn't biologically yours? Or do you all want one that is yours or. . ." You asked.

"I don't care whose they are." Steve said with a shrug. "I'll raise all of them as my own."

Everyone agreed with that sentiment except for T'Challa. "I agree with that," He started, "However, the King of Wakanda still has to produce an heir. I hope you understand."

You nod. "Yes, of course."

T'Challa seemed relieved that you agreed so readily.

Preparations then moved forward for the wedding. Wanda invited her brother Pietro, since he would be consider family with the rest of us. Thor was inviting someone named 'Rocket' and his 'clan' who were called the Guardians of the Galaxy.

You met Agent Coulson, who was a very nice man. He, Fury, and Hill all did really seemed to get along well.

Loki and Thor were inviting a few people from New Asgard. (pretending they never died) Sif, Volstagg, Fandral, Hogun, Heimdall, and Valkyrie. Also someone people named Korg and Miek.

Clint was inviting his sister Laura and her soulmate and their kids. Sam invited his sister.

You were sure that there would be more than family there, but the biggest question for you was whether or not you invited your father to the ceremony.

You didn't think he'd cause any trouble, but at the same time, it had been a few years since you had last seen him.

"Let's go for a walk." Clint said enthusiastically.

You quickly leaped from the couch to take his hand, leaving the others behind, Sam and T'Challa being the only ones that went with you two.

It was a sunny day out and the three of you strolled across the well tended lawn of Avenger Tower.

"How overboard do you think Tony will go with the house?" You questioned.

Clint snickered, "You should see the house he got for him and Stephen. And that one is just for the two of them."

"I just don't like the idea of him spending to much money, you know?" You said.

"That's how Tony shows he cares. He does it in gifts." Clint explained. "He built Pepper an Iron Woman suit when her and Happy got married. He gave Nat and Bruce a house, smaller by Stephen's standards, but it's nice sized when they got married. Wanda and Vision got a flat in Paris."

You nodded, a little overwhelmed.

Sam lifted you up on his shoulders. "Anyways, I was thinking about kids."

"Me too." You said. "I'm hoping that everyone looks at them as their own."

"I'm sure we will." Clint said, sounding nonchalant about it. "After all, we're all your soulmate. After the bonding ceremony, we'll all be connected. We should expect that to be in our children too. Besides, it's not like you're going to have eleven children, even if we all wanted our own kid."

You laughed, "Yeah, eleven kids is ridiculous."

"Although, it does sound fun." T'Challa admitted. "A huge house, lots of kids running around cheerfully."

"I think at least. . . what, four or five?" Clint asked. "Maybe six. I guess it would depend on how many attempts it takes for you to get your heir."

"I do feel bad about that." T'Challa said quietly. "Unfortunately, Wakandan customs can't be avoided."

"It's alright." You said, resting your chin on the top of Sam's head. "I don't really mind. I'm actually kind've excited to start our family life together. Although the marriage bonding ceremony will probably be exhausting."

Clint chuckled, "Probably."

The marriage bonding was, well, sex. Except you had to bond with all of your soulmates in one night. Which meant eleven orgasms in one night. One from each of them, eleven from you. And you were a Virgin (as most were) so it would certainly be a no walking day the day after.

"Have you decided on whether or not you want to ask your dad to the wedding?" Sam asked up to me.

You shook your head, your chin scratching on the top of his head. "No. I mean, my sister is going to be there and that's really all the family I need. But at the same time, I don't know. Maybe he should be there. I just don't know how Y/S/N would feel about him being there either."

Once you guys had made it down to the pond, you climbed off Sam's shoulders to take off your shoes and socks to dip your feet in. Clint had already done so and Sam was getting ready.

"Scared of water kitty kat?" Sam teased as T'Challa simply stood behind you, your back against his legs.

T'Challa chuckled dangerously. "Cats eat birds little Falcon."

You giggled at their friendly bantering.

"What colour suits are you guys thinking about?" Clint asked sincerely.

"Matching our soulmate bonds." T'Challa said.

You giggled again, "Does that mean Sammy is wearing pink?"

"Oi, brown is a part of that. Pink and brown." Sam pointed out.

"Hey, you're the one that pink is your favorite colour." Clint pointed out as Sam got defensive.

"I can see it." You said, reaching over to touch Sam's shoulder. "One of those crisp pink dress shirts with a brown suit jacket and brown dress pants. Maybe even coffee brown dress shoes. You'll look rather dashing."

"Ooh, you hear that boys. I'm gonna be dashing." Sam grinned.

Clint grinned before wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. "This is going to be fun."

***

"Y/N, this is Pietro, Pietro, this is Y/N." Tony did the very quick introduction to Wanda's brother.

He looked nothing like Wanda. His eyes were blue, his hair dark before it turned blond. It was wavy and short. He had faint stubble and a facial do like Stephen's, which showed that brown was his natural hair colour. He was a bit taller than Wanda, on the lean and muscular side.

He held his hand out, "Nice to meet you."

His voice was quiet, heavily accented with the Sokovian lilt like Wanda's.

"Likewise." You said.

"Do you have a superpower?" He questioned as the two of you dropped hands.

"She's hits peoples with umbrellas." Tony answered for you, receiving an elbow to the kidneys.

"No." You said, rolling your eyes. "Ignore him."

Pietro grinned. I spent most of the day with him, Wanda, and Clint talking. He told us about how he had met someone named Makkari and they'd had several races, though they weren't sure who was faster.

"Don't suppose you know someone with an Aqua and gold soulmate mark, would you? Or a blue and silver one? Or, this one is strange but it's yellow, red, green, blue, and black." Pietro asked.

You shook your head, "Sorry."

He shrugged, "Oh well, they're out there."

"Maybe you just need to run into the King of Wakanda and go apologize to him." Clint smirked.

You rolled your eyes. "How was I to know he was the King of Wakanda? What was the King of Wakanda even doing in a low part of New York? Not my fault I didn't do a proper apology right then and there."

"Well I'm glad you didn't." T'Challa's voice sounded behind me. He had me sit up so that he could behind me, pulling me flush against his chest. "Cause now we're here."

"Very true." You said, tilting your head back and he pecked your lips sweetly.

"Ew." Clint said like a child before winking at you. You flipped him off.

"I'm sure it's equally ew when she kisses you." T'Challa said, resting his chin on your head.

Clint smirked, "I'm excellent kisser, thank you very much."

Wanda rolled her eyes, "They are constantly comparing themselves."

Pietro shrugged, "Typical male species."

You giggled.

Later that night, dinner was a rather chaotic affair. Tony had doordashed a bunch of food from Panda Express, Larosas, Auntie Annes, Greaters, Papa Johns, and Applebees. This resulted in a large buffet of food while everyone settled in the living room with the first season of Bones on.

Loki and Coulson sat as far apart as the room allowed. Valkyrie sat with him. Fury and Maria sat with Coulson. Tony, Stephen, Rhodey, and a man named Wong were sitting around the coffee table. Steve, Bucky, Sam, Clint, Bruce, and Natasha were sitting on or against the couch. T'Challa, Shur, Okoye, and a few of the other Wakandans he had invited were sitting at the dining room table instead in the adjoining room. Thor was standing around with Volstagg, Hogun, Sif, and Fandral.

Peter was there was well, with his Aunt May, Pepper, and Happy, though only Ned could make it as MJ had some sort of job thing.

Y/S/N was there with Y/S/BF/N, though they were more out of place than the others. Vision, Wanda, and Pietro were talking to them.

And then there were Guardians. There was Peter Quil, also known as Starlord, with his soulmate Gamora and their daughter Nikki. Nebula, who scared you just a little. Drax and Mantis, who were soulmates. Rocket turned out to be a raccoon (maybe?) along with a tree named Groot. There was also a man named Kraglin who had an arrow tucked into his belt.

It was funny. Kraglin seemed almost terrified of Nebula, yet they were soulmates.

Also, it turned out that Gamora and Nebula were both the adopted daughters of Thanos so that just made them a little scarier.

Thor very happily greeted the raccoon and the tree. You could sense some sort of male prideship fight between him and Peter.

Peter Parker greeted Peter Quil. You assumed they were friends.

All in all, it was a very crowded room. And they would all be here for another two months until the wedding preparations were put into plans.

Of course, there were still some people missing according to Fury. Someone named Captain Marvel. You knew she was the one that had snapped the glove to kill Thanos.

Scott and Hope were over in California, visiting Scott's daughter Cassie.

You took your own plate, looking for a place to sit. Stephen motioned to you and you moved to sit between the space that Tony made for you between the two of them. Tony's hand immediately found it's way to your thigh while Stephen held your hand under the table.

You were so busy observing the new comers in the room, you didn't even realize that Tony had asked you a question.

"Sweetheart?" He said and you snapped your head towards him.

"Sorry, what was the question?" You asked quickly.

"Some of your favorite things to do."

"I love camping." You said immediately. "I had a friend when I was young who was in boy scouts and I went on all the camping trips with them and his family. My favorite spot was either at Mammoth Caves, Wright Patterson Airforce base, or Hueston Woods."

Tony seemed surprised, "Camping? Really?"

"Oh yeah. Now that I think about it, Mammoth caves was really my favorite. We stayed on the campground and then we got to explore the caves in tours. It was a lot of fun." You smiled as you thought about all of the memories you had.

"Caves huh?" Tony said, seeming a little pale.

"Yeah." You nodded, "There's a specific tour that we always did whenever we did. I don't remember the name off the top of my head but it took you through something called Fat Man's Misery, which was this tight spot in the cave. But it's not a good tour if you're afraid of the dark or tight spaces."

"Duly noted." Tony said.

The night passed in soft touches between the two of them, funny conversations provided by the Guardians about space, and quick bantering between Loki, Thor, T'Challa, and Sam.

Everything was really starting to feel like home.

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[quintessencewrites]

Ally? Ally.

ShuRiri x OC (Sade Davis)

Sade's first date with the Wakandan Queen and reconnection with her Riri.

Warnings: Explicit language, mentions of abortion, some angst, hella fluff

Word Count: 2.9k+

Tags: @sweetalittleselfish-honey @letitias-fav @zestgodtj @becauseimswagman1 @iloveours@k3nn3dyxo @dayjlovesromance

A/N: Whew, yall have no idea what it took to finally get this story out! Enjoy this one, cuz my next story will have a bit of a time jump. I did proofread this, but I'm coming off a 12 and a half hour shift, so if you find any mistakes, pretend you didn't see them.

Enjoy &lt;3

“Are you out of your mind?” Iris asked, her voice ascending with each word. Honey was sprawled across our bedroom floor, laughter engulfing her. “There’s no way you’re going though, right?” Iris cuts through the sound of her partner’s chuckles. 

“Actually… I am,” I trail off, standing from my bed and heading to my closet.

“The Queen of Wakanda’s got balls,” Honey howls. “First she takes your girl from you, then she takes you for herself.” Iris cuts her eyes at Honey, silently shushing them, then turns back to me. “What’s going on in your head, Sade?”

Honey sits up at the question and adds “Yeah Corazóne. If you needed to get a ménage à trois out of your system, all you had to do was ask.” They’re struggling to hold back tears and giggles when Iris points to the door and tells poor Honey “Goodbye.”

Iris is much smaller than Honey, but her voice is so commanding that it gives her partner no choice but to obey. My roommate leaves our room, still cracking up. Iris turns back to me and walks over, grabbing both of my hands in hers. She repeats: “What is going on in your head? Why did you agree to go out with Shuri?”

She’s looking at me as if she can see right through me. I open my mouth to answer, then shut it again. I have to look away. If I keep looking Iris in the eyes, she’ll be able to get my entire life’s story out of me, dark secrets included. 

Iris isn't having it though. She releases one of my hands, grabs my chin, and pulls my eyes back to her. She deepens her gaze, eyebrows raising, and asks me once more. “What is going through your mind, Sade?”

“I miss her,” I cry out. Iris doesn’t say a word, instead nodding to my response. “I miss my Riri,” I continue. “I miss her so much it hurts, Iris.” Cue the damned tears that I’m tired of crying. “I want to see what Riri saw in her when she-” I can’t finish the statement. “I need to see what Riri saw in her.”

By the time I finish pouring out my heart, Iris is teary-eyed too. She blinks and I feel the hold she had on me snap. “Is this going to hurt you more than it’ll help you?”

Is it?

“I sure as hell hope it doesn’t,” I answer truthfully and Iris smiles at my response. “Let me help you get ready then.”

I’m so grateful because I didn’t even know where to start. Before I get a chance to thank her, Iris throws her arms around my neck and pulls me in. I don’t hesitate to hug her back, tightly. Tears fill my already damp eyes. I’ve needed a hug for so long. We stay in the embrace for several minutes, me with salty tears and snot running down Iris’ shoulder, and her rubbing my back in comfort. Iris pulls away first and walks over to my closet.

“Where is she taking you?”

“The Botanical Gardens.”

I see a flash of a smile on Iris’ face, but it doesn’t last long. Her expression is now one of worry. “You’re staying on campus for your date?” I offer up a confused “Yeah.” Iris’ anxious eyes grow more prominent than I ever thought was possible. 

“Sade, you’ve already got the entire student body talking about you because your girlfriend-” She changes her words when I flinch. “Ex-girlfriend went MIA. They’re gonna talk more.”

“They’re still talking? Riri’s back; she has been for a month, safe and sound. What are they possibly talking about?”

Iris cringes, holding a flowy white dress in her hands, and answers. “Sade, nobody knows where Riri was. You told Honey and me, but the only people who know where Riri was basically live within these four walls, and the only ones who know why are you, her, and the Queen.”

“So they’re making shit up? What are they saying?”

Iris walks over to my bed, lays the dress down, and sits beside it. She shrugs, “It’s what the human brain does to fill in the gaps.”

“Iris,”  I start slowly. “What are they saying?”

An insincere chuckle leaves her lips. “Depends on who you ask. One theory is that you were abusing Riri and she was hospitalized for a few days.” My jaw drops, but Iris continues. “Somebody told me that Riri cheated on you with a professor and ended up pregnant. She left and went to Virginia for an abortion, and when you found out, you dumped her.”

“What the fu-” My phone’s buzzing silences the explicits about to leave my mouth. Shaking my head and reaching into my pocket, I pull out the little device and read the message that just came in from a number I don’t recognize. The message reads: ‘I have sent Okoye to pick you up. I will see you at the gardens in 20 minutes, Miss Davis.’ It’s clearly from Shuri. My eyes focus on the last part of the text. 20 minutes. I had 20-now 19 minutes and 27 seconds- to be ready and out the door. 

“Shit Iris, I’m gonna be late.”

“That’s kind of your M.O.”

I don't even have time to glare at the girl. Instead, I rush to my vanity. “Ight now. Come make me pretty.”

Okoye doesn't knock when she arrives. The general picks the lock, just as she had when she first stepped foot in my place. I’m sliding on my shoes and standing in the warrior's presence. She looks me up and down, taking in my appearance. I don’t know how, but Iris had worked her magic on me. The white dress was cut low enough to give a peek of cleavage, and the thin spaghetti straps held them high and proud. The hem of the dress flowed and just barely kissed the ground. She didn’t do much to my hair. “Your natural curls look best,” she’d told me, fluffing the type 4 coils. 

“Let’s go,” Okoye finally spoke. “The Queen is waiting.”

The ride to the gardens was an awkward, silent one. Okoye’s eyes never left me, while mine searched for anything but her. I nearly jumped out of the vehicle when we arrive, longing to escape the Wakandan’s glare. 

My eyes scan through the flock of flowers, searching for the Queen. I spot her a few feet away, crouched to the ground, examining some plant with intensity. 

I step towards her hunched figure, slowly and hesitantly. The nerves in my body were growing and spreading. Maybe I should just turn around and go home… Too late; she’d seen me. She stands, towering over my short frame, and greets me with a wide smile. Her majesty’s eyes wander my body and somehow that large smile grows larger. 

“Okay,” she drags out. “Not even together yet and you’re already matching my drip.”

I feel the blush start in my stomach and climb up to my cheeks as I look down at her fit. She’s wearing all white as well, toned muscles on display through the fabric, and curls hanging low in her face. 

“You look stunning,” her words pulled my eyes away from her body and back to her face. Blushing even harder, I whispered “Thanks.”

The queen holds her hand out, offering it up to me. “Come,” she speaks. “Walk with me?” I found myself nodding in agreement and allowed her hand to rest in mine. It fit so well, her hard calloused fingers countering my soft, manicured ones. We walked in slow motion up the path in comfortable silence. I caught her big, brown eyes searching the plants that surrounded us before making their way back to me. She spoke first, breaking the stillness.

“I’m not the person you think I am.”

That stops me in my tracks and I turn to face her. “I’m sorry?”

“I am not the person you think I am,” she repeats. I’m intrigued by her words. “How would you know what I think of you?” I challenged.

Her smile drops and a mask of seriousness overtakes her features. With furrowed brows and a sigh, the Queen responds. “I’m not a homewrecker or some selfish bitch. I was not trying to break up you and Riri. It’s just- so much was happening. There were so many emotions. I needed an outlet, but I went about it all wrong and I will never be able to apologize enough.”

I tried to swallow, but my throat rejected the action, too dry to attempt it.

“When Namor attacked my country, my people were caught off guard; we were unprepared.” I nodded. “Riri told me this already,” I started. Shuri’s eyes grew teary. “I’m sure she left this part out.”

“Namor targeted my mother and Miss Williams. He flooded my palace and when we reached it my moth-” Her voice cracked and her hand squeezed mine, needing an anchor. I squeezed back. “Shuri, you don’t have to. I know what happened to Queen Ramonda.”

Shuri held up her free hand, eyes pleading, and I was silenced. She continued.

“My mother and your Riri were laid on their backs. Surrounded by water, neither one breathing.”

I felt my breath hitch in my chest. Riri mentioned the Queen’s drowning but omitted her own.

“I tried to help. To save them both, but I didn’t have the strength of the black panther yet; I was easily restrained. Okoye and Nakia took charge. Nakia took to Miss Riri and shocked her twice. Okoye did the same to my mother.” Tears were flowing down the Queen’s slender face and I realized they were coating my own as well. “It took only one more shock for Riri to come to, coughing and throwing up the water that filled her stomach and lungs. My mother never woke.”

My chest heaves as I process her words. I could've lost my Riri for good, and I would have never known. “She-” I attempt. “She didn’t-”

“I didn’t think she would,” the Queen interrupts. “She blames herself for my mother’s death.”

My mind is racing, trying to digest all of this. Shuri’s slender hands rise to my face and wipe it free of the tears adorning it. “I have been through so much this past year, but you have been through so much mental anguish lately, sithandwa sam. Your eyes are filled with so much sadness.” Her hand lingers on my face, caressing my cheek. I lean into the touch, not realizing how deprived I had been. 

“Queen Shuri,” I begin. The young royal shakes her head. “Just Shuri, please.” 

“Shuri,” I say slowly. “Why did you ask me out?”

Her eyes finally leave my face and her head hangs. “Riri spoke of you in Wakanda. Very highly, might I add. I thought to myself ‘Wow! I have to meet the girl who receives such praise from the most intelligent person I know.”

By now, Shuri and I have reached the bench in the center of the garden and together, we take a seat. “She talked about me?”

“Always.”

“So, you knew I existed and you two still-” I trailed off.

My question catches the Queen off guard. “We were in an overly emotional state, Miss Davis-” Now it’s my turn to interrupt. “Sade,” I correct. She nods and continues. “Sade, we were so caught up in our emotions and it just happened.” 

I nodded, growing exhausted from hearing the same answer, exhausted from the drama, and exhausted from all the damn tears I cried. 

Shuri and I sat together on the bench until night fell and the air grew chilly under the moon’s shadow. We spoke for hours, getting to know more about one another than what was on the surface. 

She told me stories of her late brother, King T’Challa, and we laughed through our tears. Moments passed and we sat in silence, staring at the large, bright orb that filled the sky, 

“You’re so easy to talk to,” the Queen spoke. A smile grew on my face before I could contain it. She smiled at me and brought my knuckles to her lips, planting a light kiss upon them. “I really enjoyed our night.”

“I did too,” I stated honestly. Because I had. Shuri had made me blush and laugh and cry and open up in a matter of hours. She rose from the bench and I followed suit. Still hand in hand, we began walking in the direction of my dorm. 

“What do you say to a second date?” the tall girl questions, trying and failing to hide her excitement. A laugh escapes me. “I’m serious,” she whines. “I’m working to make you mine.”

“Are you taking Riri on dates?” I ask.

Her head shakes back and forth. “You’re my focus, for now, pretty girl.”

I blush and don’t offer a verbal response, just nodding.

“Okay. Second date. When and where?” Shuri’s smile lights up the darkness brighter than the moon as we reach my front door. “I’ll text you all the details. Just show up looking pretty.”

The Queen plants another peck on my hands and one on my cheek before skipping off, happily into the night. Smiling hard, I barely step foot into my home before I’m ambushed. 

Honey and Iris are seated on the couch and my Riri is at their feet on the floor. All eyes are on me when I walk in and Riri makes no effort to hide her roaming eyes. Iris speaks first. “They’re talking.”

“Already? The date just ended. I just walked through the door.”

“Yeah, well you dating the Queen of Wakanda is the talk of the town,” Honey chuckles. 

“We’re not dating,” I retort, ad Riri simultaneously expresses “They’re not dating.” I glance down at her, but she won’t meet my eyes. I make my way across the living room to my and Honey’s bedroom door. 

“I’ll deal with it in the morning, Iris. Thanks.” 

She offers me a smile and says “We’ll deal with it in the morning.”

I smile back at her alliance, then turn my head to the girl on the floor. “You.”

She looks up and I nod my head in the direction of my room. “Let’s talk.”

Her brows are raised and her eyes are as big as saucers, but she obeys. We file into the room and I shut the door. 

“How was your date?” She asks before I can even finish clicking the lock behind us. 

I face her and evenly reply “You drowned, huh?” Riri’s face flushes and she stammers, struggling to gather her words. I take the opportunity to continue. “You died, Ri and you could’ve stayed dead and I would have never known what happened to you.”

“I didn’t want to worry you,” the girl whispers.

“I put out a fucking missing persons for you Ri. I was already fucking worried.”

She looks defeated and says nothing. “You left me Ri and came back harboring secrets. We never kept secrets. You were supposed to love me.”

Riri steps towards me and pulls my body to hers. “I do love you. So much, Sade. I want to reverse time and take it all back.”

“But you can’t,” I state, an undeniable sadness lacing my words.

A smirk grows across her pretty face. “C’mon baby, you know I’m all genius and shit. I could build us a time machine right now; just say the words.”

The ridiculous statement brings a laugh out of me and I feel my guard melt away. “Why are you even here, Ri?”

“I came over to help Iris with damage control.”

My eyebrows formed the question my mouth couldn’t.

“The rumors are spreading faster than we can keep up with. And they’re kind of wild.”

I groan. “I know. Did you know you were pregnant by a professor?”

“The hell?” I laugh at the poor girl’s confusion. I walk to my bathroom, stripping my body of the dress and picking up a pair of sweatpants and an oversized sports tee. 

“So you stole my Chicago Bulls shirt?” I ignore her, knowing any answer would bring her to anger. My girl doesn’t play about her Bulls. I move to sit on my bed and pat the empty space next to me. Riri hesitantly agrees and makes herself comfortable. She grabs my hand and pulls it into her lap, playing with my fingers and tracing my nails. 

“You really don’t care about what they’re saying?”

“No,” I answer quickly. “My friends don’t think that of us and those nosey fuckers aren’t paying my tuition.”

Riri laughs at my words and nods in agreement. “So,” she begins again. “How was your date?”

I think back to the day I’d just had with the Wakandan Royal and smile. “It was good.”

Her face falls slightly. “Do I have competition?”

“No, my Riri,” I allow my head to drop to her shoulder. “You have an ally.”

“An ally? Sade, are we really a throuple type of couple?”

“Yeah,” I say slowly. “I think we could be. Don’t you want to give it a try?”

Riri’s silent, thinking about my words. She lifts her arm to wrap around my body and I fall deeper into her. 

Hmmm, the sweet girl hums. “An ally,” this time a statement instead of a question.

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