#did I need to throw Namor in this?

[angel-eyes05]

to leave the warmest bed i've ever known

pairing: spiderwoman!reader x miguel o’hara 

summary: after miguel’s fight with miles, you confront him in his office

warnings: this whole thing is basically one big argument there’s SO much angst, implied suicide attempt, HUGE ATSV SPOILERS DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THIS MOVIE, im projecting a little in some parts of this ngl (i cried writing a certain section of this, you'll know it when you read it lmao), mentions and descriptions of blood, gore, and death

word count:  4.1k

notes: i watched the movie yesterday…and miguel is on my mind. but i remember reading this namor x reader fanfic after i watched wakanda forever of a similar idea to this and i loved it so this is HEAVILY inspired by that fic, but just make it miguel. i would link it but ngl that was so long ago and i dont remember the author. if i end up finding it again ill put it here. also, just pretend miguel has been doing this whole spider society thing for a couple of years at least, it just needs to work like that for this ik its probably not canon but just roll with it lmao. and yes the title is a taylor swift lyric im so glad you noticed (im so sorry she's in my brain rn with the eras tour)

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The anger boiled up inside your chest as you stormed your way across the lobby. Hundreds of different Spider-Man variants were scattered across the area, some more injured than the others. It sickened you sometimes. How he had so many people under his grasp and just decided to throw some of them at the walls sometimes, not caring how hard they hit the floor because they were all just ammo to him. How despite his denials of it, that’s probably what your role was to him as well. Nothing more than a bullet in his massive machine gun.

You normally tried not to think about it, how his determination towards his goal sometimes meant lack of care for others. But this time he had just gone too far. You always had a soft spot for Miles, watching closely on him whenever Miguel would let you go though scanners of all the different variants. You admired his struggle, but eventual success to taking up the previous Peter’s mantle, and always hated how Miguel talked about him. You knew there was no way Miles could’ve asked for any of this. For the pressures and struggles of being a Spider-Man, for everything causing such a strained relationship with his parents, for the death of his uncle, and for what will be the eventual death of his father. You definitely didn’t.

Ok lets do this one last time. Eh, whatever, there’s probably gonna be 50 other introductions after this one so it doesn’t really matter.

Being Earth-837’s Spider-Man has never been easy. Especially since you were bit when you were only 13 (another reason you sympathized with Miles and Gwen). Your life had followed the order of canon events to a perfect T, your older brother killed in a fight with a robber only two months after you were bit. You tried to overcome the burden of your powers by trying to live as normal of a teenage life as possible, but it was mostly in vain, having to give up multiple friendships and relationships in fear of those you love getting hurt. This was only elevated when your boyfriend Peter was murdered in the crossfire of an encounter with Doc Ock. You didn’t understand. You couldn’t. What you had done to deserve all of this. All you did was just be in the wrong place at the wrong time. You wonder sometimes what would happen if someone was in the same place you were when you got bit. If someone else went to the closed down area of that museum and ran into that spider. That stupid spider that ruined your life. Those thoughts slowly started to disappear for a bit. For a few years things were easy. Things seemed like they were finally going in your favor.

You were 25 when it happened. The last canon event. Ever since you were a little girl you hated your mother’s job. Losing nights of sleep over if she would come home or not. She always did though. She was good at her job. Too good though. Good enough to get promoted to police captain, which for who you were, was basically sealing her fate. She saved so many people that day. You were too busy fighting Venom to notice how much collateral damage you were causing in the process. Your mother’s job was to evacuate all the citizens away from the fight. She died shielding a child from incoming debris. A noble way to go. But god was it gruesome. You found her after the fight was over, two metal poles impaling her. One through her stomach and one straight through her face, pools of blood growing bigger below her as she was left there, all the paramedics busy trying to save the heavily injured. You froze when you finally recognized her, unable to at first due to how mutilated her face was from the pole. Suddenly, you were transported back to being a six year old, falling asleep outside the door to your mother’s bedroom so you would know exactly when she would come home. Purposefully falling asleep in her arms so that she couldn’t go anywhere.

When you used the key she had given you to get into her apartment that night, and you slept in her room, desperate to intake anything left of her before she was fully gone. You doused yourself in her perfume so it still felt like she was standing right behind you. You had always loved her smell. The smell of vanilla, curl product, and fancy perfume. They were attached to memories you had of her. Trying on her heels when you were a kid to try and be fancy like her. Smelling her hair in the morning before school to comfort you before she left for work. Despite all of this bringing you comfort, all it really did was cause further denial in your heart. That one day you were gonna hear the keys clacking in the keyhole to your apartment one more time. That’s all you really wanted. You would give everything up in a heartbeat just to hear her police scanner go off one last time. But it wasn’t going to. And it was your fault. Deep down you knew it was. You should’ve done a better job controlling the debris. You had always been a messy fighter, but you didn’t know it was going to mean anything until it was too late. 

How you got up to the top of that building is still a blur to you to this day. But next thing you know, you were looking at the New York City skyline from the very top of the Empire State Building. And at the very edge too. You heard some sounds behind you, but you just decided it was the wind howling from how high up you were. You were just so tired. Everything and everyone you loved was cursed all because of you. And with your mother as the most recent victim, you decided you finally had enough. You took a deep breath, eyes overflowed with water, as you set your foot forward.

Your plummet was interrupted by a sudden contact you felt to your forearm. Shock filled your body as you turned around to look at what had stopped your attempt. The blue hand was massive, nearly wrapping back around onto itself as it held onto you for dear life. You finally looked up at face that the hand belonged to. The mask that covered the massive figure was a strange one. Blue with strange red silhouettes for the eyes. It kind of reminded you of…your own costume? That couldn’t be though there was no way. This must be the afterlife or something. You already jumped and that's why you didn’t remember your way up to the top. This was some kind of creature trying to stop you from jumping down to hell below. His breaths were heavy and loud, almost like he was desperate to stop you. This convinced you that this was real, which caused you to try to escape from his grip. He was stronger than you, and was putting up a huge fight. You were slick though. Once you were out of his hand, you closed your eyes and quickly made your jump. Everything flashed before your eyes. Your brother, Peter, your mom. You were hoping to see them soon. This was very quickly interrupted again when you suddenly stopped falling. Something had attached itself to your stomach. You opened your eyes. A web? This web was much different than yours though. It was glowing a bright, neon orange.

The man was holding onto the end of it tightly with both hands. His mask then disappeared to show his face. His was long, matching how big the rest of his body was, defined cheek bones sticking out. Brown wavy hair slicked back with a few loose strands flying out in the wind. The look of desperation on his face stook out most of all. Why did he care so much? He didn’t know you, and you definitely didn’t know him. “Let me pull you up. Please,” he said to you between shaky pants. You stared at him for a bit before nodding. He slowly pulled you up with the string of his web, each move more careful than the last. As soon as your feet were planted safely back on the roof of the building, he wrapped you up in his massive arms. You appreciated the gesture, but you didn’t return it, still very confused about why he was so concerned. He was so big around your body though, you couldn’t help but feel a little comforted, feeling his still shaky breaths against the hairs of your neck. Soon after, he clicked on some buttons on his neon orange watch and led you into a portal.

The rest is history. You’re grateful he found you that day. It allowed you to meet so many people, Peter B., Jess, Gwen, Hobie, Ben, Pavitr, Margo. They all related to you and you felt like you could share things with them that you couldn’t do with anyone else. You had grown especially close to Peter and Jess, both of them having been in the game for a long time, just like you. They both knew how you felt, having lost so much and growing so tired after so many years. Peter even named you as Mayday’s godmother when she was born, a gesture that caused you to nearly kill him with your hug. Miguel though was different. He wasn’t nearly as social as the rest of your friends, but you found yourself having much more intimate moments with him (in more ways then one). You eventually found out why Miguel was so concerned for you the day you met. He had taken interest in your abilities early into looking for variants for his little “project”, but refrained from roping you into something so dangerous while you were still in your teens.

Once you were old enough though, he started paying more and more attention, hoping to catch you in a fight and recruit you then. But he was always pulled away with more important duties to attend to. That was until he witnessed your canon event. He had seen it happen so many times before through his scanners. It was going to happen. It had to in order for your universe to not collapse in on itself. But for some reason, yours hurt more than the rest to him. Especially how you coped with it. Seeing you wrap yourself up in her blankets and clothes broke his heart. He knew where this would lead to. That’s why he was there that day. To save you. He had to, or he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself. You got your own watch immediately, along with your own room in the Spider Society headquarters. He stayed close with you for the first month of you being a member of the team. When he wasn’t out on missions, he was with you. You didn’t really know what to label you two as, but whatever was going on, you liked it. And he did too.

That is until Miles came into the picture. Once Miles was bit, all hell broke loose for Miguel. He was always in some alternate dimension catching some Spider-Man villain who got out and rangled them back over here, falling back over to you more beat up and bruised than the last time. You couldn’t imagine how much stress he was under, the fate of the entire multiverse up to him. You had some ways of helping him relieve his stress, but you wish you could convince him that he wasn’t alone in this. But nothing ever got through to him. He had become distant, aloof even. You tried bringing it up to Jess every so often, but she would just brush it off.

“That’s how he’s always been.” Not to you he hasn’t. This week has been hell though. With Spot making it over to Miles, Miguel had been going into rages all week. You had put up with it for now, but that was all about to stop. Watching how harsh he was being on Miles, throwing so many Spider-Men at an innocent boy, risking all of their lives in the process. Disregarding everything Gwen and Peter were feeling and then throwing Gwen back into her broken world with nothing. He had gone too far. No one else was going to stand up to him about it, so you knew it had to be you. Maybe he would listen, maybe he wouldn’t. It didn’t really matter. He just needed to hear it.

“It’s not worth it you know.” The voice snapped you out of your thoughts, stopping you in your tracks. “You know how stubborn he gets over these things,” said Jess, trying to convince you to save your breath. “I don’t care. I have to at least try,” you responded, monotonically. “I just don’t understand how you can follow him so blindly and not see what he’s doing is wrong.” “Because he isn’t wrong. I don’t know about you, but I’m not just gonna stand by and let some kid’s stupid decisions destroy another Earth,” Jess argued. “He’s just trying to save his dad, I can’t understand how that makes him such a bad person,” you said, finally turning around to face her, shocked when she was closer to you than expected.

“You know exactly why. Don’t be so naive, y/n,” she shot back. “You can’t stop me,” you said staring straight into her. She shrugged. “Then I can’t help you.” She began to walk away. You did to, until you heard her say. “You don’t know how much he cares for you.” You turned around to face her again, but her back was still to you, her head tilted ever so slightly to look at you. “If you really do care for the kid, watch what you say to Miguel right now. Cause you might just give him the final push he needs to do what needs to be done.” You didn’t give her a response, and just simply kept walking. You felt Jess’ eyes on your back as you entered the elevator to get up to Miguel’s office.

The elevator ride up felt longer than it should’ve, as you tried to gather all of your thoughts and emotions together so even if he didn’t listen, your words would still stick with him in some way. You didn’t necessarily want to hurt him (though your fists were telling you otherwise), but you did want him to be aware of what he’s done. Once the doors finally opened, all of that work flew out the window as rage took over your body again, seeing Miguel up there looking at the scanners. The fact that he looked just as normal as he always does made you furious. It’s like nothing happened.

“You know, I could hear you coming in from the lobby,” he said, almost stopping you in your tracks. You hated when he did that. Claiming that he knew what your every move was going to be. Like you were under his control or something. “Yeah, well then you must’ve heard me talking to Jess, which means you know exactly what this is about,” you shot back, stopping to where you could see him perched up there. “Why don’t you just save me the conversation about morality and just come up here and kick my ass already. It’ll save both of us time,” he said, not even taking his eyes off the scanners to look down at you. This only added to your fury. “That’s not what I’m here for Miguel, so don’t you dare try to twist my words here. What you did to that kid was fucked up and you know it.” “Oh yeah, then why didn’t you try to do anything to stop me?” he questioned.

“Because I’m not stupid Miguel. I’m not gonna try to take down hundreds of Spider-Men at once.” “Oh, cause you’re so much better than that?” This wasn’t like him at all. That gentle, kind, and caring Miguel you once knew was gone, taken over by some sort of personal vendetta he had against Miles. “Listen, I don’t know what’s going on with you, but this all needs to stop before it gets taken too far. You’re getting into a fight you can’t win. That kid’s strong and so are his allies. And if you go any further into this, I won’t be here to help you.” He stayed still and only turned his head to look at you. “And what makes you think that you’re so important to my plan that it’ll fall apart if you leave? Have you really become that pretentious?”

Your body froze. Have I really? No no no, that’s exactly what he wants. If you begin to doubt yourself now, you’ll stay and nothing will change. You knew you were right. He was trying to crumble you down, but you wouldn’t let that happen. “And you really think that one kid is going to ruin something that you’ve been working for for years? How insecure you’ve become.” “You have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said, turning back away from you. You did the same, wiping off your face in anger. “I hate it when you do tha-,” you said as you turned back around, but were cut off to find Miguel standing there right in front of you. He was close. Too close to your liking, although in any other circumstance you would’ve found this attractive.

He tilted his head up, but his eyes were down staring daggers into yours. You hated how much he tried to make himself seem more superior to you. “You have no idea what you’re talking about,” he repeated, this time slower as if you were a child. “He’s just a kid Miguel,” you said in a low, quiet voice. “An anomaly. And a dangerous one at that.” “God Miguel, all he wants to do is protect his dad, do you know how insane you sound right now?” you said letting out a slight laugh when you finished. You backed away from him a little. “He doesn’t know how much damage he’ll do with this. Saving his father will only prolong the inevitable. His world will be gone within hours if he does this. All I’m trying to do is make him understand,” he tried to explain. “By trying to kill him.” “You always have to exaggerate the situation,” he said palming his face. “But that’s essentially what you’re trying to do isn’t it? Why not snuff out the problem entirely by taking him out!”

He signed and began to walk away while you were talking, bringing up your anger even more. “Yeah, use all the power you’ve accumulated over the years and just take out the small problem! Except this isn’t just a fly on the wall Miguel. This is a child! An innocent boy who didn’t ask for any of this to happen to him, just like how we didn’t. I get it, I’m sorry that this job is stressful, I really am. But that gives you zero right to act the way you are!” You were screaming at him at this point. You didn’t want to. You didn’t want your emotions to get the best of you. But he was being too stubborn. This was the only way you thought you could get to him. You might not have wanted to, but you needed to hurt him now. It was the only way.

“You can’t be so power blind that you refused to accept the fact that there could be a way around Captain Davis’ death. You said we saved Earth’s before, I’m sure we could do it again.” Your anger only kept rising when he kept walking away and didn’t respond. “This is a personal thing isn’t it?” you asked calmly. You knew it was working now when he stopped walking. “Yeah, it it. You won’t let Miles get his happy ending. Because why should he be pardoned of his burden while the rest of us have suffered so much. While you’ve suffered so much.” The answer to your question was confirmed when Miguel stayed silent. “Just because you didn’t get the life you wanted Miguel, doesn’t mean you have the right to stop other people from getting theirs.”

You knew you overstepped the line when Miguel turned around and started walking towards you, fury burning in his crimson eyes. “Yeah, so what! What if that is what this is all about! You should know better than anyone how much this job takes away from you!” he screamed at you, backing you up into a wall. “Why should he get to be let off so easily, while people like you and me have to suffer so much? Don’t try to turn me into the villain here when I know you’re thinking the exact same thing, y/n.” He wasn’t entirely wrong. You had wondered it at some points. “I won’t let you turn this onto me Miguel, this is about you,” you fired back. “Oh no, you’re not getting off that easily. I know you’re thinking it. And you’re right. Why should Miles get let off so easily when you’ve lost so much.” He held your hands in his, trying to connect to you. “And you have mi vida. You’ve had so much taken from you and it’s unfair. Why should he only have lost one person when you’ve had three taken from you. Your brother, Peter, your moth-.”

He was cut off by your hand striking against his face in a harsh blow. “If you’re smart, and I know you are, you’ll keep those three out of them. I won’t let you drag their names through the dirt for something as stupid as this.” You both stood there for a while, both of your eyes looking towards the ground, hoping it would open up to swallow you both as an escape from this god awful conversation. You never wanted it to come to this. In all honesty, you cared for Miguel. You might’ve even loved him, if you were even capable of doing such a thing. You hoped he felt the same way about you, but in a job like this, he always had at least one wall up around you. It just wasn’t worth it anymore. You were too tired to keep trying for something that was most likely going to fall apart in the end. 

“You’re still going after him aren’t you?” you asked, finally breaking the silence. Miguel looked back up at you. “You can’t ask me not to. You know better than anyone why this is so important to me.” He moved his hand up to cup your cheek and kissed your forehead gently. You let it sit there for a minute out of habit before pushing it off your face. “And you must know why I can’t stay anymore then.” His shoulders dropped. “Whatever this thing between us is. It’s over. I can’t stay beside someone who can’t see what he’s doing is wrong.” Miguel’s dropped hand turned into a fist of anger. “Fine,” he spat in your face. “I don’t need someone like you in my way. You’re just a liability to this anyways.” He began to walk away from you back to his scanners. “Just don’t come crying back over to me when your little plan doesn’t work out, cause I won’t help you.” He used his webs to pull himself back up to the platform to keep looking for Miles. You stood there for a second, gathering yourself.

Five years. Out the door just like that. It bewildered you how easily a bond like you two had could be broken all because of one teenager. You began to make your way for the door before you said. “When this is all over…don’t try to find me.” He didn’t respond. Once the elevator doors opened, you rushed inside, desperate to get away from him. So many thoughts rushed through your head as the doors closed and you sunk down back to the lobby to leave. You didn’t have much of a plan. This could end up being a horrible idea. Your gut told you it was the right thing to do though. And that was enough for you. You walked out of the headquarters lobby with a new heart and a new mind, ready to take action for your new plan.

First though, you had to find Gwen.

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a/n: god that took longer than it should've. dw dw i'll do a part 2 if enough people ask for one. im not 100% sure how im gonna do a part 2 cause yk....idk how beyond the spiderverse is gonna go so tbh, we're just gonna make it go the way i want lmao. thanks for reading, ik this was kind of a long one lmao

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[thislilstangirl]

the courtship of princess shuri

should we talk about the courtship of shuri?

let’s be real, namor is gambling a lot on shuri accepting any type of proposal. he’s showing her his home, he’s being vulnerable about his trauma, and he is risking the wrath of wakanda with holding her ‘hostage ’.

so why shuri? i got three reasons- the mythical, the political, and the romantic.

firstly, it’s because she’s his mirror image. not to bang on the same drum but wakanda forever is extremely mythic. i’m comfortable in believing some soulmatism is at play here. despite never meeting her before, he recognises something that is within himself. and he is drawn to it. like two halves of the same soul trying to stitch itself together again. despite being princess and god king, they are mythic equals. they burn with the same fire.

secondly, she’s the princess of wakanda. if there was anyone who would be the best person to strategically seduce it would be her. why? because he overhead both the queen and princess on the beach. while the queen was reaching for peace, the princess was reaching for anger. he knew which one to charm. winning over the heir to the throne would a massive win for his kingdom’s strategic interests. a defence alliance would be inevitable and he would have achieved protection for his people. it’s straightforward politicking. and this hope of an alliance drives him through the entire movie. he’s blinded by it.

thirdly, he’s intrigued by shuri. i have no doubt that he knew of shuri before they met on the beach. it’s not the biggest reach that he would be aware of the princess who’s a scientific genius, scoffs at tradition but is also ready to go into battle to protect her people. i think this reason is solidified during her visit talokan. her compassion, empathy and sense of justice, even in the midst of her grief, threatens to bend him slightly. you see him pause and bargain with her. the more he’s around her, the more he wants her to stick around.

i think all three reasons are correct. it’s a mixture of hope for an alliance, meeting a mythic equal, and shuri’s attractive characteristics which makes namor pursue her and this ‘courtship’.

and how did her court her? well:

he gives her a beautiful talokanil gown that is dripping is jade (one of the most valuable stones and has many connotations with love). it was specifically made for her. his symbol is also embroidered in it. he is also dressed to the nines, regal- he wanted to dress up for her. which makes sense. he wants to impress her.

he gifts her a valuable family heirloom. the bracelet is gorgeous, but also was the symbolic promised made to his mother that namor would be king. he’s openly trusting her with an object that holds so much history and it’s a gift of gratitude. what is he thanking her for? her openness, understanding, empathy? she has obviously left a stunning impression on the god king.

he tells her the story of talokan. knowledge is power and it’s a scene of both trust and vulnerability that he lets her know the history of his people. and he emphasises the why over the how. he needs her to understand why the protection of his people are so important to him.

he makes her one of the only people from the surface to see talokan. it isn’t clear whether he planned this from the start or if shuri’s eagerness made him throw caution to wind. again he remarks how he was blinded by hope, so maybe the latter. he is also very proud to show off the sun he gave to his people. a scientific genius seeing an underwater sun that he built?! yeah, he knows what he’s doing

maybe most importantly, he listens and offers her understanding when she is opening up about her pain. he talks about his fears and vulnerabilities too. as a god, he is constantly grieving the lives of tolakanil who age normally. he is unable to answer her questions, but gives advice from his ancestors and alludes to the fact she could still be a great leader, even if she feels broken.

and let it be known that namor was written to be seductive. ryan coogler says as much. coogler also lists the key principles that they couldn’t change about namor, a few of these things being his charisma, confidence and hitting on other people’s wives. simply, namor was written to have that seductive swagger and charm that could win over people.

and it was working. at the end of their little moment, shuri has a greater understanding and respect towards namor and talokan. she accepts him putting the bracelet on around her wrist when she could have easily refused. she truly admires what namor has done for his people. this is the guy who threatened wakanda with an army the first time he met the queen and wants to kill riri williams. and shuri let her guard down and allowed him to charm her. but not to the point of throwing away her own sense of justice. something namor tries to bargain with but has no such luck.

but even after shuri is ‘rescued’ it’s still so telling that shuri keeps wearing the bracelet until someone brings attention to it. namor is literally caressing the shell he gave to wakanda after shuri leaves. he teases and calls her princess in the midst of battle. whatever they had didn’t just die when she left talokan. only there’s no time to dwell on it when war comes knocking.

it could have been different namor remarks after everything. after attacking wakanda, killing her mother and finally stabbing shuri onto a rock. it’s interesting that’s what his mind goes to. their unofficial ‘courtship’. and he doesn’t seem victorious in that moment. just deeply disappointed. the hope he had cruelly taken away from him.

shuri revives that hope. with a spear at his throat, she is reminded of her time in talokan, of namor’s smile, at his love for his people. she draws parallels and sees herself in him. it’s what brings back her from the brink of eternal war. and she offers an alliance on her terms.

so the question is, was the courtship a success?

namor seems to think so. or at least he knows this isn’t the end. he believes princess shuri will inevitably be back for his help soon enough once the world turns on wakanda. and then the control would be back in his court. i can’t help but think he has other reasons besides politics as to why he wants shuri to turn to him. the lonely god craves an equal. but these reasons might get him into trouble with namora.

it is clear that the ‘courtship’ of princess shuri was not a failure, but warm up for next game between panther and feathered serpent which namor is eagerly awaiting. i don’t believe shuri could be so easily charmed this time round, but i’ll never underestimate a relentless god who has found his mythical equal.

#i love looking at their dynamic like this #wakanda forever spoilers #wakanda forever #namuri #namor x shuri #shuri x namor #meta #marvel #mcu #black panther #nashuri

[satoru-is-the-way]

A/N: So you wanted them all. I will start with the first one. Not proof read because I'm lazy.

Tags: @tian-monique {IF YOU WANT TO BE TAGGED IN FUTURE NAMOR/TENOCH FICS LET ME KNOW PLUS IF YOU DO OR DONT WANT TO BE TAGGED IN SMUT. MUST BE OVER 18+ FOR THOSE ANYWAYS.}

Summary: Reader is playing a character in Wakanda Forever that is Namor's love interest. Tenoch and Y/n catch feelings.

Tenoch Huerta x Half Latina/Hispanic Fem! Reader!

WAKANDA FOREVER SPOILERS

Warnings: Hot make-out, dirty thoughts, smut, sub(?) Tenoch (😳) . MINORS DNI!!

(Y/n) sighed deeply walking into her trailer after another long day of filming. Her character is a half Talokan half-human. She is also the love interest of Namor. Currently, (Y/n) character had been kidnapped by Queen Ramonda after Namor took Shuri. Today was the battle scene of Namor invading Wakanda to retrieve his lover and kill Ramonda. Before (Y/n) could throw herself on the bed a knock came from thr door. She groaned and turned around, "Yes?" She asked opening the door. It wasn't surprising to see Tenoch standing there still in his 'Shame shorts' as he called them. Something (Y/n) found too adorable. His eyes soften.

"Am I bothering you?"

"No! Not at all! Please come on in. You shouldn't have even knocked, Tenoch!" She giggled and moved aside allowing him entrance. Since their first meeting (Y/n) had fallen in love with Tenoch Huerta Mejía. He was overall a sweet guy, caring, kind, and adorable. (Y/n) had it bad for Tenoch. Even the fans noticed how close the two are. People instantly took to many different social media platforms to spread their rumors.

They do not talk about this. It was embarrassing to (Y/n) since she wished it was true. But no way Tenoch felt the same way. "I thought we could run over our lines?" His sweet accented voice snapped her back to reality.

"Yeah! Sounds good to me." She comments and picked up the script. Her (e/c) orbs scan the paper. (Y/n) gulped noticing this is the scene she dreads but also hoped for. The kiss.

Tenoch cleared his throat also feeling nervous. How could he not fall for (Y/n)? She was everything he craved. Her personality, eyes, lips, body, ass...His thoughts scramble making it hard for him to focus. The male stood tall getting into the character of K'uk'ulkan.

Script:

[Namor runs over to (C/n) who is tied up. He untied her quickly, gently cupping her face]

Tenoch move quickly over to (Y/n) and pretends to untie her. His breath is heavy showing all the emotions any man would when his wife is endanger. "In Reina, a herida. Ya'ab in yaakunaj kutal.Ts'áaten permiso utia'al u borrar Wakanda u faz le lu'umo'! (My Queen are you hurt? I'm so sorry my love. Give me permission to wipe Wakanda off the face of the earth!)"

(Y/n) closer her eyes tears streaming down her face as scripted. " Ma', táan in uts, in yaakunaj. Mixtan in meentik tal ba'al.Bisen tin wotoch bejla'e'. Le je'ela' yaan u ts'o'oksik. Xan a comenzado jump'éel k'atun! (No, I'm fine, my love. I will do no such thing. Take me home now. This needs to end. You have also started a war!"

Tenoch shaped his head no. "Ka' ba'ax tu beetajo'ob, Wakanda caerá ( After what they did, Wakanda will fall)." The male hesitated for a moment before leaning in to kiss (Y/n). She gasped and kissed back almost instantly. Her body is now pressed against Tenoch, their kiss more passionate than either thoughts it could be. Tenoch shivers feelings her feminine hands rest against his chest and glide down his chest. His own hands began to roam from her cheeks to her sides. (Y/n) kept her eyes shut during the long kiss lips move in sync. However they soon pop open feeling Tenoch's erection against her thigh. It was no doubt the man is large, especially with being in shorts all day. (Y/n) had the privilege of getting to see her crush half naked 24/7. Tenoch blushed knowing she could feel his hard cock. He pulled away.

"I-I am so-so sorry I." He began to mix his English and Spanish in a fast tone ashamed to have gotten horny by just one kiss. However he moaned loudly feeling (Y/n) quickly jerking his cock that is confined in his shorts. "(Y-Y/n)?!" He gasped grabbing her hips thrusting up into her hand, cock throbbing.

"¡No te discuples!~ (Dont be sorry!)Fuck I wanted you since the moment we meet." She pulled him into a kiss. (Y/n) had dreams of jerking Tenoch off in these green shorts that left her horny at night. She craved to rip them off and ride his large cock. Right now she had the man exactly where she needed him.

His thick thighs shake and sweat drips down his tan skin. (Y/n) could feel his cock throb, coming close to his orgasm. Tenoch moaned loudly before cumming in his green shorts. "(Y/n)~ Mmm~" He pants still gently thrusting into her hands coming down from euphoria. Tenoch blushed seeing the damp area on his shorts. "Fuck. Now they really are shame shorts."

They both laughed before continuing their nights of pleasure.

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Loveless

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Pairing: Namor x Shuri

Contents: This happens after Wakanda forever. This is how I would build on their relationship which is fractured now but has a lot of scope. I loved how they were similar and yet different, that even through there difference they connected well. It’s also fascinating that they include a lot of great elements for their enemies to lovers trope to work. I based it off of how Riri hints, “it’s like Belle and the beast.”

Word count: 1070

Warnings: none

CONTAINS SPOILERS!

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“When the times comes, Wakanda will call for us.”, he reassured his cousin. “Till then, we will wait.”, she replied and with a bow, she left. Tiny pellets of water dripped into water pools around him, the cave empty and vacant. His memory flashes back to when she was here. Unusual, unlike anyone he had ever met. It was a test, when he had sent her the royal attire, absolutely sure she would throw a fit and try to defy him. But to his surprise, he remembered the awe he felt when she walked into the room adorned with jewelry similar to his. He was well prepared, ready to turn this into an argument or a demand but something about her wanted him to be better. So he stood up and distanced himself. He wanted to share his history with her, the paintings on his wall, the artefacts around him.

Taloca was forbidden to anyone else but when she had asked him, he could not bring himself to say no. For the first time in the tenure he had been king, he felt excited, like the child he could never be, the child that was deemed to be loveless. So he took her and through the journey, he could only focus on her. Her voice as she called for him. He wanted to take her hand. Her eyes lit up even as she was in a suit, seeing the place he had built through her perspective, his soul churned within him. He had everything he needed. But his want for connection had always been starved, so now as she greeted a few Talocans and smiled back at him, he wanted her to stay here. Stay a little longer with him.

But the memory fades, just as soon as it had happened, he had found another way to destroy it, to be brash and be consumed with vengeance for the surface world that the only surface being that showed him kindness apart from his mother, he had now sowed hatred for him in her heart. She confided in him, one she did not even tell her mother, about her sadness, he wanted to reach out, to comfort her but what can a man who isolated his own feelings help a grieving girl? So he offered her his mother’s bracelet, the only artefact that held sentimental value. It would stand as a reminder that the people you lose are never truly gone.

Now as he looked at himself in the reflection, he traced his finger over the fresh scar on his cheek where her claws had dug in. He had to be alone when he thought about her. If his council knew of his compassion for her, if would be taken away. His mother’s voice echoed in his mind, “You are no different.”, she yelled. “You took her mother away for revenge, now who does she have?”, he paced the room. The consequences of his action should have been death but she spared him. Even after he stabbed her, even after he destroyed her home, he was unworthy. Unworthy of her kindness. His knees hit the floor. The tears that he had not felt once since his mother’s death, now pouring out. His chest heavy with guilt.

He attended the wakandan council meeting, his hopes of seeing her again reduced to nothing when he saw a man sit on the throne. All their eyes conveyed the same message, that they were doing this for her, including him. He brushed it aside, he was here as a part of his duty, nothing more. Nothing more.

Days turned to months, his people were living in peace, his company now only to be chosen between Attuma and Namora both of whom were well versed with disrupting his mental peace. He needed to see her, another moment of carrying this guilt would do him no good. He wanted to tell her the story behind the pearls he wore or show her the new painting he had done to commemorate their duel. The others he hid away, drawings of her, he had selfishly done in his secret books. He knew where she was, the elders discussed of her stay in Haiti and ever since then, he had been plotting ways to get there. The Atlantic sea had great connections to the Caribbean, it was all a matter of choosing the right current.

Shuri closed the door softly, her nephew was asleep. The night sky came alive with stars and the sound of crashing waves. She pulled the shawl around her tighter as she walked on the shore. She missed home, her lab but this was needed. To be away from all of it. To start a fresh , where everything wasn’t a reminder of what she had lost. The moon danced above the water, reminding her of him. The night he emerged out of the water when she was with her mother. He looked around wakanda as though it had been the home he had never had. But now she burned any memory of his. She ended the war but at what cost? Now she was grieving for her entire family, her loneliness so tangible that she felt in soak in her bones.

The waves crashed, she walked further with only moonlight there to guide her. She stopped, when she heard disturbance in the rhythm, as though someone was walking onto the shore She turned to spot a lonely figure, limping out to the sand and then collapsing onto the shore. They needed help or they could be in grave danger. She could help them. But her mind wanted to take her to the moment she had the exact thought but had failed instead. But as she got close, the figure’s neck shimmered like faint gold under the moonlight and she knew instinctively who it was. She didn’t approach him any further when the figure pushed himself onto his elbows as he finally found his ground.

His eyes found hers, “Princess.”, he said softly. “It has been awhile.”.

Should I continue this haha?

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[way-of-love]

Unfulfilled (Namor x FemReader) (R-RATED) (NO MINORS) (PART2)

You, a mutant siren, made a deal with the god and king of Talokan. That in use of your body, to be a surrogate, to create an heir, you will be paid in what the world truly wants most. Vibranium. And other riches of course. But you set rules, limits to what was allowed and all those months lead to nothing. An empty womb. And a very angry surrogate. Namor has been nothing but patient but now was the time to exploit your ridiculous rules and claim what he's been fighting for. He was a king after all.

Part 1 Part 3

Any ammunition you had was depleting and you were desperately trying to prove all that he said was wrong. Anything to throw at his face and debunk this 'frustration' he was claiming you had but there wasn't anything left to throw. Namor watches your face contort into confusion and stubbornness with the scrunch of your nose as you struggled to find yet another excuse.

He leaned down pressing his lips against your ear breathing in deep, he's had enough, "You are a lovely woman, a desirable woman, and I am the kind of man to break that shell so you can be satisfied. You want me, as much as I want you."

"I...don't want you. If I was so desperate for you why do yo u have to use lubricant Namor?" You could feel his warmth seeping into the side of your head and smell the salt of the sea on his golden skin. Being this close you could feel the aching knot in the pit of your stomach, you chose to ignore it.

Licking his lips you heard his smile in his quiet smooth voice, " I have had no need to use lubricant lately Y/N, none at all."

And there it was the last of your ammo gone and Namor had won the war. Your shoulders sunk in defeat. You've never had once lost control or even had control taken from you when it came down to how you wanted things to go. Even men at the club knew not to fuck with you and here was Namor moving back giving you an unwavering stare as he sat back on your bed. Half naked expect for his green trunks and his jewelry.

He was always right.

"I don't want-"You began again but he raised a hand silencing you instantly. He was the only man who's ever silenced her with just was wave of his hand and you swore he would be the last because no one radiated power like he did. He was dangerous, this agreement between the two of you was dangerous but deep down in the naughty mind and body of yours you liked it. And your body was trying so desperately to show you that he was and will always be the man who knew how to bend your rules, to shut you up in times like these. The body was meant, in some circumstances, to succumb to the things it craved. like thirst and hunger, shade or even being in the sun. But deny it of something it craved for so long it'll start to fester, cry for those needs. Now you didn't know what to do with this hot heat in your core starring at the mutant king.

Now that the cat was out of the bag you found yourself standing in front of the man with your hands hanging at your sides and you certainly felt a nice heat blossoming across your cheeks.

The body will start to rebel.

He slowly reached out and placed his hands on your hips gently, testing, pulled you forward so you were now in-between his powerful thighs.

"One night," You said, "No pregnant talk or babies or even about the agreement. I just want one night where none of that matters."

He stayed silent. You thought he was going to deny you right after that little discussion you had. Honestly, some part of you, no, all of you wanted him to say yes.

"Let's begin."

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The matress creaked under their weight every time he fucked you, your breathless panting filled the room. Two sweaty bodies worked in unison how nature meant it to be, faster and faster he went gripping your round hips with a bruise steeling grip brining your hips back to meet his own snapping hips.

Both of your bodies were dripping in sweat, salty, sticky sweat creating such a stench you never knew was possible. It was like an aphrodisiac pushing your body to continue, pushing his body to respond in kind to yours but you wanted it to end. The body was getting more than it bargained for and now you were sobbing in absolute bliss begging him to finish, begging him to have mercy. You didn’t know how many times you came or how many times he did, it was all a blur.

“No… he terminado todavía.” The heir was the goal. An heir was all that mattered so he was to be given immortality and reassurance through his bloodline that all will be taken care of. Namor needed you to make the climb to victory. Impregnating you would’ve been easy but after so many negatives he had to think, plan.

You were the problem. You had kept him from his goal. He needed to stop you from stopping him.

As much as he enjoyed their little game of cat and mouse in the beginning. Having her body anytime he pleased, having her willingly turned a knob in him. To hell with lubricant, a willing wet woman felt so much better to him. Especially a woman who he’s sought after, a woman who was being so docile beneath him mewling and crying for yet another release. You were already dripping with his seed and after tonight there would be no doubt that a child would soon form in that womb of yours.

The night was long and between the two of you, how hungry the two of you were for each other there would no doubt be no sleep for either of you. And you were correct. After suddenly shutting your eyes mid fuck you woke up with a start. Eyes shot open staring at the two glass double doors… foggy glass double doors? We’re you dreaming? There was absolutely no way he screwed you so much to the point where it was hotter in here than outside, where it was hot too.

The sun was barley touching the horizon indicating that it was finally morning. The relief you felt would have had anyone offended but not Namor. He understood you completely and even more so after last night. Slowly you started to sit up off your stomach feeling all the sweet aches good sex left, the satisfaction of feeling such aches made you want to snuggle back into your pillow no matter how hot it was in here.

Though maybe you should open the door, it was a little too hot. Sliding your legs off the side of your bed you attempted to get up but failed miserably. Your body almost crumpled to the floor after your first step but thankfully a thick tanned arm caught your middle before you fell. Slowly, you turned your head to face the owner of said arm and tried so hard not to stare at the fresh claw marks that decorated his perfect shoulders. Did… you do that?

He pulled you back into bed silently making you late naked over the covers as before. Hopefully one night was all that was needed to create life inside that womb of yours, he used your body just as you used his but for some reason he lingered at your bed side staring at you and looking over your face, shoulders and body. Was being naked strange to him? Or was he judging you? He’s done you countless of times and he still wasn’t used to it?

You opened your mouth to say something but he beat you to it, “I apologize. I didn’t… mean to be so rough. I’ll come back in the evening and bring you some ointment for the bruises,”

His hand went out and touched a bruise by your hip, five reddish hues of fingers popped up at you making your eyes widened. Seeing the rest of your body you quickly sat up running tour own hands over the bruises, bite marks, hickeys all over your legs, thighs, waist and no doubt on her breasts too because you remember a new nips he gave you throughout the night

“I..I… you’re lucky I don’t work tonight,” Falling back against the mattress Namor stood and faced the balcony doors giving you a nice view of his back and by God was it a sight. He looked worse than you. Scratches, open scratches were clawed down his back. It looked like you were trying to cut the poor guy open! Instantly you wished you had ointment to apply it to him. But there really was no need, he’ll heal.

He made his way to the double doors and slid one door open. Instantly a nice gust of wind came in clearing the room of the heat and replacing it with a cooler one. The smell of the beach and sand greeted your nostrils making you close your eyes and smile. Memories of your days by the sea flashed through your mind and just as quickly disappeared.

“You should really see Talokan. You’d really enjoy-“

“The rules, Namor,” You had to remind yourself too that it was only one night. You broke the rules for one night and after that the rules will be back in place.

“I forgot it was a…rule of yours. I’ll visit again in the evening,” And with that he left through the glass door. You watched him walk above the sand with his winged feet, one you noticed sliced in half. He forgot to mention whatever happened to it. You wanted to so badly to see his home, to swim with people that were almost like her. But…you both agreed, you both shook on it that nothing more would come from this but a baby and even then you’ll give him what he wants and he’ll give you want you want.

Yet, you felt a hole in your chest thinking after nine months you’ll never get visits from him. Though he tried to be nice brining you foods you may like or even gifts, jewelry. It bothered you. He came bringing you gifts, made sure you were fine, mounted you when you were lubed up, once he was done made sure you were fine and left. That how it was every other day.

But last night. He moved in sync with your body like no man has ever done before. He said things that made you cry out from how good it sounded coming from his accented voice. Namor was never too loud, but never too quiet either. That man was perfect, too perfect.

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After taking a nap you decided it was about time you cleaned up the room a bit but first, a shower.

When you wobbled your way into the bathroom again you saw your awful reflection in the mirror making you gasp. It wasn't just how messy your hair was it was the marks. Hickeys, teeth marks, even small reddish purple hues of bruises forming around your neck were a clear indication that you definitely weren't innocent. How the hell were you going to hide this from the club? They'd scold you and deduct from your pay the performance you weren't able to make it to.

It was better not to think about it and just relax or try to given the circumstances. If you thought about it too long you'd come to realize something you prayed would never happen. But now that there was even a flicker of a thought of being more than just the woman who would be carrying his child and after the events of last night you weren't sure you'd be able to look at him the same or even look him in the eye.

You just hoped there would be a bun in the oven soon.

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He didn't come see you that night. Instead of him giving you the ointment it was little mommy fish man Attuma who handed you the ointment. And everyday after that he never came to see you. It was strange, he came every other day so not seeing him for a few days was perfectly fine but this... was a tad much.

Days turned into weeks and in those weeks you took another test, this time you had the satisfaction of seeing a little plus sign on the white little screen. You felt relived, nervous, satisfied but you felt afraid. Without Namor here to handle the rest of this pregnancy it was up to you until he returned and you didn't know when that would be. Attuma was vague when you asked about Namors whereabouts telling you that he was taking care of a few things outside of Talokan.

And everyday Attuma came to check on you it was the same answer every time until you grew tired and stopped asking, you even stopped answering him after a while.

Then a month passed. And the baby within your stomach grew, not too big but big enough that you truly noticed. The only people who only knew of your status were Attuma and Namors cousin, who surprised you by barring gifts of fruit a few weeks ago that you happily devoured that night.

But you still felt that emptiness. Sure you had a companion now who didn't talk back and got you sick most of the time like now, but it was better than nothing.

Currently, you were kneeling by the toilet bowl resting your head on the seat while flushing down its contents. You couldn't stop vomiting's what little you had in your stomach for what seemed like days to you. Was this normal?

This was all his fault, he made you like this, " God, I hate him so much. One day I'm going to hang him from a line and watch him fry in the sun," You muttered tiredly. The image brought you great joy while seething in nausea.

"That would hurt, but it wouldn't kill me if that's what you were hoping for," That voice. Lifting you head you quickly turned to face the bathroom door with with red brimmed teary eyes you could have sobbed. Namor stood in normal day to day casual clothing, shirt, pants, shoes, and a cap that covered the tips of his pointed ears.

Instead of getting up and greeting him you sneered at him and went back to resting your head back on the toilet seat. Screw him! He left you behind to fend for yourself, why should you greet him?

"I hate you." You said it plainly. " You ruined my sleep, my mornings and my stomach,"

Namor expected this. Her first pregnancy and her first trimester. He took slow careful steps towards the pregnant woman as if afraid you'd explode if he moved too quickly and when he was close enough he went into a crouch beside you. Slowly he raised his hand and placed it carefully on your back. The small touch had you craving more of it, the warmth, the kindness of just one small touch had tears swelling in your eyes. But you still didn't move.

"Where were you?" It was soft, quiet.

No response. " Give me an answer or I swear I'll throw up all over you,"

He shifted a bit and took his hand away resting both arms on his knees," Out. I was out preparing a few things for the coming of the baby and for...you."

For you? Now you decided to turn around and give him a confusing look. He only looked at you with those soft eyes. You looked tired, sad, angry. It wasn't pity that he felt, certainly not that, it was something else entirely.

Beautiful and lovely you were not.

Being a surrogate wasn't as fun as you had though tit would be. Just get pregnant and pop the thing out and hand it off to the fishman so you can get your vibranium and leave. This sucked. And he knew it too.

You forced a sarcastic smile while brushing your messy hair back, " Motherhood suits me huh?"

Namor was no fool. He knew you weren't meant to be a mother and he made his choice clear in the beginning that you were just going to carry his child and after its birth no mother should be found because she would behalf way across the world enjoying her spoils. But after the month he's been away Attumas reports on you have been... strange. Cleaner, eating better, cooking more home foods and you've stopped working at the club completely. He would never admit he would sometimes come late into the night to watch how you were doing. He'd watch you as close as he could get by sea, seeing how you looked at yourself in the mirror talking to no one but the tiniest bump on your lower belly. Caressing it with care. You looked absolutely ravishing.

"No, it doesn't suit you."

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Bleeding Hearts

Part 2

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“What was that?”

Lo’ak and Neteyam froze once they heard my voice. Their tails stopped all movement and their ears fell down as their eyes do not dare to look at me.

“What was what, Auntie?” Lo’ak asks, turning around to look up at me with his nerves rattled. Neteyam knew better and looked off to the side.

“All you had to do was watch and alert your parents. What is so difficult about that?” My arms were crossed as I stared down at them.

“We wanted to help,” Neteyam confessed, finally meeting my eyes.

“You were, but then your father had to worry about you two because you were reckless and stupid,” I did not need to raise my voice at them. They learned long ago to fear and respect me - just like they feared and respected their mother.

“I’m sorry-”

“Didn’t you fuck up when you were our age?” Lo’ak interrupted his brother.

“Our only fear was being trampled or eaten by a Thanator. You boys were born into war - that is why your father is so hard on you. One wrong move and he could lose you both.” They exchanged a look to one another, acknowledging that things were far more different now than it was for us growing up.

“Why weren’t you out there with us today?” Neteyam asked, trying to change the topic.

“Your parents only need me for important missions. This one would have been too easy for me, and you both are still grounded.”

“Will we ever get to see you fight?” Lo’ak questioned. I was the one to lead the hunts, even when Tsu’tey was still around. I was the one who knew how to fire a perfect shot at nine, and made my first dagger at eight. 

Father wanted me to be the next clan leader, but I knew that Neytir was far more suited for the job than me. I wanted to explore outside of our forest home. I wanted to travel and learn from the other clans, but when the sky people came back, I learned quickly that my energy for this life would be used for surviving.

“Just know that if anyone ever lays a hand on you or your sisters, they will lose it,” I patted their heads before smacking them.

“Now stop being skxang.”

Jake and my sister only ever needed me for high stakes missions. They knew I could get the job done quickly since I learned at a young age that if you do not strike first, the enemy will not be as hesitant. 

Watching my sister die taught me that lesson.

“He is just like you,” I said, passing by Jake to see the weapons they got.

“Who?”

I gave him a dead stare, “Lo’ak.”

“What? No-”

“The stubbornness, the hard head, the diving head first into fire - all you,” I poked his forehead and Neytiri smiled.

“Neytiri, I was never like him. . .was I?”

“Like looking in a still body of water,” She replied.

“But they will learn soon. You are raising a strong family, and those boys will be great warriors,” I knew they would. Since they could walk, Lo’ak and Neteyam loved to watch me train the younger Na’vi with their mother.

“Auntie! Auntie, look what I found!” Tuk ran up to my legs and held an old stick. Most likely from a dying tree.

“Can you make me a dagger?” Jake's ears flew up and he immediately interjected.

“No. No way. You are way too young for that.”

“She is about the age to start taking her on small hunts,” I was correct but Jake looked at me like I suggested throwing her on an ikran.

“My sister is right. Tuk was about my age when we caught a-”

“She’s still a baby!” Jake picked her up, cradling her to his chest.

“Do not worry, Jake, I only mean to tease,” I reassured him, “Tuk, you will get your own dagger when you are older.”

“Aw,” She frowned.

“Keep the stick and when the time is right, we can make one together,” She smiled and hugged the dead stick to her chest - like it was her own.

The love in their family was one to be admired. Even when Tsu’tey was enraged at what my sister had done, I knew she was happy. Jake loves her and it is a love I hope to have for myself some day.

If Eywa wills it.

I blinked, picking up a stray piece of metal, but when I looked up, I was not home.

“Neytiri? Jake?” I looked around nervously, whipping around but all I could see was white. My tail was furiously whipping and my heart was racing.

“Mother?!”

“Nina!” 

I gasped as a boy ran through me like I did not exist. And it was a human boy.

“Nina, look!” The small human boy ran up to a little girl, holding something in his hands.

That voice. . .

“What is it, Miles?” She asked, her voice just as small as she was. He wrapped his arms around her small frame and when he pulled away, there was a shiny object around her neck.

She gasped, “it’s so pretty! Thank you!”

“Ninat?”

I heard Jakes voice, and the children looked at me.

“Ninat’ia?!”

I heard my sister calling out for me, but could not see them. I could only see the sky children staring at me, but not with disgust.

With soft smiles.

“Sister?!” I felt hands on me and panicked. When I blinked again, the children had vanished and my sister was infront of me. Her eyes were in a state of concern as her nails dug into my shoulders and Jake was behind her.

“Ney-Neytiri, what-”

“You were not responding. What happened?” 

I felt ice cold. I felt like death had captured me and was holding me underwater, waiting for me to give in.

“I need to see mother.”

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[destroyabez]

~♡Hold onto me♡~

~Namor/K'uk'ulkan x reader~

♡Prompt-Reader always needs to hold onto something when they sleep and Namor uses that to his advantage♡

!Fluffy stuff!

You sigh as you walk into your home, taking off your coat and throwing it on the couch. You look around the room. Smiling you bump the door closed with your hip and walk over to your fridge. You had a long day at work and had to skip lunch. You fished around the fridge before sighing yet again and closing the fridge door, walking over to the cabinet you open it and find a stash of chips. You reach in and grab them. The rain hits your window in a melancholy way. You wish you had watched the news earlier, eh you'll watch it now. You walk over to your couch and plop down, reaching for the remote you pick it up and turn it on. Immediately you see that it says it's going to rain off and on throughout the week. You groan and change the channel to your favorite show, you search for something to hold onto. You finally find your abandoned coat and roll it up to cuddle with. All comfortable with your chips and show. You press play and slowly lose yourself into the show

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A loud crackle of thunder wakes you up as you feel water drip down onto your face. at first you panic, thinking your roof fell in but when you open up your eyes you find a familiar face. Namor. K'uk'ulkan. Or to you "Water butt" you say blankly, quite annoyed at him for getting water into your house "My little broadleaf arrowhead" he jokingly responded to your name for him with a smile. His teeth showing proudly "Nice of you to come pay a visit, I wish you didn't get water inside my house but eh" you said sarcastically "I'm sorry, really. But I had something to tell you and- wait" he stopped his mighty rant to look at you, his gaze hardening as he looked you up and down. You bit your lip and looked at him in confusion "W-what? Do I have something in my teeth?" You asked nervously, finally he stopped glaring at you but what he did was worse. He started laughing "Hey!" You yelled slightly as you searched for your phone to see if you really did have something in your teeth "No no My Maya, it's just that you were cuddling with your coat. I find it adorable!" He smiled fondly down at you with his blazing eyes "O-oh, well you didn't have to laugh! And it's just a habit from my childhood! Anyways, what did you wanna tell me?" You asked quickly in embarrassment, throwing the jacket across the couch "Oh yes, well my little seaweed~" he teased you with the nickname. You rolled your eyes "you have a bath tub correct?" He asked you "Yeah?" Your responded with a confused tone, he just looked at you with a smirk. You stared into each others eyes for a bit before he realized you didn't understand "you really are stupid- we could cuddle in the bath so I do not get dried out" He pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance "Ooooooo!" You laughed slightly at the realization "So My stupid weed" he said as he looked back down at you "would you like to take a bath with me?~"

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You blushed as you remembered the interaction that had gotten you here in the first place, shaking your head to free your mind as you continued to fill the bath up. The bath had to have nothing in it so it shouldn't take long but with Namor watching you like a predator about to attack its prey. It had been hard to focus on the task at hand. You got up when it was filled all the way "Ok! So just let me-AH!" You started to say but Namor was already grabbing your waist. He smirked as he slowly took of your clothing. Once he was done undressing you he lead you to the bath tub. Somehow some flowers were already in it "Come now My Maya~" he sunk into the water while guiding you in with him. You both took a deep breath as you and him felt the water. You continued to sit there in the comfort of the tub and him for a little while before he broke the silence by asking you how your day was. You went on a long rant on how your day was and then he talked about his. You loved the way his eyes sparkled when he talked about his home and his people. You wished you could see both of them someday... you relaxed even more into his figure as he continued talking. Slowly you became tired but because you couldn't hold onto anything and were too embarrassed to hold onto him, you couldn't find rest. He seemed to notice because he leaned slightly down and whispered in a loving tone that melted your heart "Hold onto me" and with that you grabbed onto his arm and let sleep snatch you with a fond smile....

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(OK OK I KNOW ITS NOT THE BEST BUT I REALLY LIKED WRITING IT AND IT WAS KINDA CATERING TO ME SO I'M SORRY AND I HOPE YOU LIKED IT TOO!!!)

#namor x reader #k'uk'ulkan #wakanda forever #namor

[mbakuetshurisprincess]

From My Headphones: Party Tricks

AN: Hey y’all! A while ago I made a post about wanting to write fics based on songs and this is the first fic in that series. They’re gonna be generally quicker reads and just real small cute shit for now. Y’all should fr tho listen to the song, that shit goes hard ngl lol. 

Summary: The Queen’s in her own world, would she notice your absence? 

Pairing: Shuri x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of alcohol think that's it.

Word count: 2,138

Suggested listening: Party Tricks by Äyanna 

“Tell me, baby If I left the party would you look for me? Would you wonder where I went? Tell me, baby If I left the party would you look for me? Or would you just keep on Dancing to your own beat.”

Riri’s birthday was a national holiday as far as she was concerned, that’s why she begged and pleaded with you to plan it for her. Before taking a job as a photographer in Wakanda you were a top party planner for you and Riri’s friend group throughout college. You had developed a reputation for being able to throw a banger no matter the budget. When you were all freshmen without a dollar to your name, you managed to make a shitty college apartment look like the hottest club ever. And when you all did finally get some money in your pockets, the parties you were able to plan were things of myths at MIT. 

But when you decided to move to Wakanda full time ( Riri splitting half her time between there and the US due to her Iron Heart duties) you gave up the party planning life for a camera and a lens; not regretting the peaceful change one bit. To be honest you hated parties, the loud music, obnoxious drunk people, and just general overwhelmingness left you rarely in attendance at your own parties. That’s why letting it go didn’t bother you that much, if anything it left you with relief knowing it was one less thing you’d have to stress about. 

Riri knew this of course when she approached you to plan her twenty-third birthday party, but she also knew after what she, you, and Shuri had been through with Namor you had a hard time saying no to her. That’s how you ended up on a stage in Wakanda’s hottest nightclub that had been themed black and red for Michael Jordan. Dressed in your skimpiest black dress watching Riri blow out her birthday candles in front of everyone. She turned back to face you and extended her arms pulling you into a hug. 

“I know this was a lot for you but thank you for all this. You really are the best friend I could ask for Y/N.” Riri squeezed your body tight against hers and you felt the sincerity in her words. 

“Of course honey, you deserve it.” You pulled out of the hug and winked at the shorter girl. “Your Jordan year, yeah? Nothing but up from here.” 

Riri pulled you in for another hug and you relished the moment grateful you were able to take the time to celebrate your best friend. Other people called her name and you urged her to go continue in the festivities, ensuring that you would be fine on your own till you left. With that you slipped off the stage and beelined towards the bar, needing something to take the edge off the raging headache. 

You hopped onto one of the bar stools and ordered an old-fashioned, eyes scanning the room while you waited for your drink. You spotted Shuri easily in the crowd, the silver accents on her suit sparkling underneath the strobe lights. She was dancing like you hadn’t seen her dance before, completely letting loose and yelling out the few words she did know to the American rap music you and Riri had introduced her to. All though she was surrounded by people she looked as if she was in her own world only worried about where the next beat was going to take her body. 

The relationship you and Shuri had was hard to describe because there was hardly anything to describe it with. You hadn’t known her for long before you were suddenly kidnapped together and forced to go through traumatic events in both of your lives. You almost died trying to save Queen Ramonda from drowning and your unsuccessfulness meant the death of Shuri’s mother. The attempt left you in a coma for days and it took you a while to feel normal again. Shuri was part of the reason you did though, you two both found unlikely comfort in each other's presence. 

It started out slow, she would come and visit you while you were in the hospital and just sit with you while you watched tv. Eventually, when you were released she would meet you in the garden and you would chat while she was on lunch break away from the peering eyes of others. The nighttime meetings were accidental at first, she stumbled across you hanging out on a balcony and was concerned that there was something wrong. When you explained that the quietness of the city at night helped quiet your own mind it prompted Shuri to ask if she could join you. 

She found you every other night after that, sitting with you till the wee hours of the morning soaking in your presence. While you said the quietness of the city helped to still your mind, Shuri soon learned that your presence seemed to have the same effect on her. She found herself craving the peace that your energy washed over her and soon she was ready to admit it was a full-blown crush. But what about you? Shuri could never tell if you felt the same electricity when your hands touched or if it warmed your heart as much as it did hers when you shared secret laughs with each other. No. You were too special to her, the last good thing she had left. And Shuri was going to be damned if she let some crush get in the way of your friendship. No matter how strong the crush was. 

The music at the party seemed to have increased and the alcohol was doing nothing to help your headache. You reached discreetly into your bra and pulled out a small black case. You popped each of the round circles into your ears before slipping the case back into your bra. Noise-canceling earbuds were a gift from Shuri when she realized how loud noises affected you after the events with Namor. They were a godsend now, allowing you to shut out all of the noise and just watch the partygoers enjoy your event. The brightness of the strobe lights seemed to intensify with the lack of sound and after five minutes you decided it was just best if you called it a night. 

You hopped off the bar stool and looked at the dance floor one last time. Riri had made it down finally and she and Shuri were going bar for bar on First Day Out. The sight of Shuri struggling to keep up and Riri rapping with ease almost made you want to stay but an untimely flash of light in your eye had you beelining for the door. You wandered around aimlessly for a while before stumbling on the door to the roof. Perfect. 

The roof had a view of the city, unlike the one you had at the palace. This one made you feel like you were immersed in the world, with the soft twinkle of city lights surrounding you from all angles. And the quiet. Once the door shut behind you all of the noise seemed to go with it and you were left with the soft hum of the vibranium trains. It was the best thing you could have asked for at the moment. You found one of the reclining outdoor chairs and sat with your back to the door, outlooking the city and enjoying the silence. 

Inside the party, Shuri was questioning if the added respiratory benefits she got from being the Black Panther were anything close to the lungs of steel Riri seemed to have. The Queen had been going back and forth with Riri on all of the classic black party hits for the past twenty minutes. While Riri hadn’t missed a word from Love Sosa all the way to Dreams and Nightmares, Shuri had to pause to catch her breath after the second song. 

It was during her pause when she was reflecting that she hadn’t felt this happy and carefree in a while. The only other time she remembered feeling this light was when she was with you. Speaking of you, where had you gone? Shuri knew she saw you at the bar getting a drink but suddenly you were nowhere to be found. The royal scanned the party, relying on her panther vision to see in the darkness of the nightclub. But she came up with nothing. That was when she started to get worried. She knew that you only came to the party because it was Riri’s birthday and that generally large settings like this were not your scene. That coupled with her realizing just how loud this music was and how overwhelming this all could have been sent the Queen into overdrive. 

She didn’t wanna alert Riri, especially if it turned out to be nothing and you had just gone to the bathroom. So she elected to slip out of the party, unnoticed hoping to bring you back so she could share in her happiness with you. The Queen started first in the bathrooms but was unsuccessful, she tried the various lounges and VIP rooms all to no avail. You wouldn’t have left without telling her, right? ‘It is not like we’re together’ Shuri told herself. ‘But we’re closer than her leaving without telling me. It would feel wrong.’ 

Shuri was stumped. She had checked every inch of the building that she could think of and you were nowhere to be found. ‘Maybe you did really go home’ She thought. ‘Maybe I’m reading too much into our relationship.’ Just as she was about to give up and go back into the party an idea popped into her head. 

“Griot, where is Y/N?” She spoke into her kimoyo beads. 

“Y/N is at the same location you are at night now your majesty. Club Red.” The AI responded. 

So you hadn’t left her. “Where specifically is she, Griot? I haven’t been able to locate her.” 

“Y/N’s kimoyo beads indicate that she is on the roof, your majesty.” 

The roof, of course, that’s where you’d go! “Griot you beautiful AI!” Shuri kissed her kimoyo beads in celebration, a little extra yes but she now knew where her girl was. 

“Why thank you my Queen I think I’m quite handsome myself-” 

“Hey! can it. I made you.” Shuri cut off Griot’s self-hype as she made her way to the exit for the roof. 

Chilling on a roof wasn’t too far off from chilling on a balcony so for you to be out here didn’t surprise Shuri at all. She opened the door and immediately saw you sitting out near the edge. At first, she was tempted not to approach you, it was quiet on the roof and she knew you well enough to know you were probably enjoying it. But selfishly, selfishly Shuri wanted to be in your presence. Light on her feet not wanting to scare you she walked up behind your chair. 

“It’s a beautiful night out isn't it my Queen?” You asked when you felt her behind you, you could always feel Shuri. Something became magnetic in the air, like nothing else you’d ever experienced when she was around. 

“Mhm,” Shuri said in agreement, walking around the chair so she was now in front of you. “But it’s just as beautiful in there, I know a certain party planner worked very hard to make sure it looked nice.” 

An involuntary chuckle fell from your mouth at the Queen’s compliments. “I prefer it out here, you know that I like the quiet.” 

Shuri let a beat pass before she looked down at you, noticing how cold you looked in just the black dress. “Are you not cold entle?” Shuri asked. 

“Ehh, just a little bit. I’ll take the cold and quiet over the warmth and noise in there any day.” You replied with a shrug of your shoulders. 

“Scoot down,” Shuri commanded. 

“What?” You looked up at Shuri confused as to where she was expecting you to go on the lawn chair. 

“Just scoot down. For me?” 

You gave Shuri another confused look but obeyed her command sliding down the chair and leaving space between your back and the back of the chair. In one motion Shuri positioned herself behind you so that you were sitting comfortably between her legs. While the position was unfamiliar to you both it felt natural, like your bodies melded together in the space they were always meant to be. 

“Is this okay?” The Queen asked once you both got situated. You didn’t respond at first but the feeling of your body relaxing into hers was enough to ease her nerves for the time being. 

You grabbed her hands which were resting on either of her thighs and wrapped them around your waist. “Stay with me?” You asked, your hands still on hers that rested comfortably on your waist. 

“Anything for you.” 

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[feasibilities]

NSFW idea!

Attuma being away for a couple of weeks/months due to some mission and that puts reader in an awful mood. Once he gets back, he's greeted by reader's foul mood for she feels neglected by him. She's acting like a total brat, denying him and his attempts to touch her, saying no to everything, not really wanting to listen to him, snapping back or throwing some petty comments on how he left her alone/cares more about battle than her. Obviously Attuma doesn't do bratty, but he allows her to act up for a bit just for her to get it out of her system. But soon after he loses patience and just goes full dom on her, fucking the attitude out of her, but also apologizing and showing her he missed her just as much as she missed him

Ta tukultikech (18+) 🌫

Warnings: Dom!Attuma, Angst, Mutual Pining, etc.

Author's Note: Me next, that is all. Enjoy, anon!

Although you were supposed to be excited by Attuma's return, you felt nothing but anger. 2 weeks of battle turned into a month and a half. You were pining for him in ways you didn't think were possible. He explained that the delay was the fault of Namor finding another mining ship, but you couldn't care less. You wanted him. You needed him. You were pruning a plant when your angry thoughts were interrupted.

"Did you miss me, In yakunaj?" Attuma cooed, wrapping his arms around your waist. You pulled away & continued pruning. Attuma began telling you tales of his battle before he realized you weren't listening. His ego was hurt, but he understood. He couldn't do anything but let your pettiness reign.

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For 4 whole days, you treated Attuma like he was the most considerable inconvenience in Talokan. You lusted for him, but you didn't let it show.

"Would you like to come to the throne meeting with me?" Attuma inquired innocently. You felt him caress your lower back.

"No." You said, dismissing him. You pushed his hand away.

"But it's an important evening-"

"I said no. I have other plans. I'm sure Namor will enjoy your company." You scolded.

"My work is important to me, but I love you." He explained.

"You seem to love your work more than me. " You retorted. Attuma left silently while you enjoyed your night with friends.

You returned to your quarters way past a decent hour & noticed that Attuma stayed awake to wait for you. He removed his headpieces, leaving his hair down & piercings on. He looked gorgeous. You were still upset, however.

"I was worried about you, querido." Attuma said relieved.

"Sure you were." You muttered.

Attuma finally snapped. He pushed you against the wall and tore off your backless gown. He kissed you roughly and held you still when you tried to squirm away. "I took an oath to protect Talokan. However, that doesn't mean that I don't care for you. I missed you dearly, but K'uk'ulkan needed me. I've grown tired of your petty behavior." He reprimanded.

Feigning innocence, you went to touch his chest before he snatched your hand away. "Something needs to be done about that attitude." He hissed. He bent you over the edge of the bed. You rutted against him before feeling a hard smack on your ass, making you gasp. "Stay still, ch'úupalo'. I will show you how much I missed you." He purred.

Locking your wrists behind you, he fucked you with near-barbaric force. Tears of bliss fell from your eyes. Sound barely escaped your mouth. Viscous white liquid started to coat his dick. "I'm sorry, yáakunaj. I love you...so much." Attuma praised you, slowing his pace but going deeper. You moaned loudly as you caught your breath. You felt him lean down to kiss & nibble on your ear. You turned to kiss him eagerly.

"I-I love you too." You wept.

For hours on end, Attuma showed you just how much he missed you.

#attuma imagine #attuma smut #attuma x reader #attuma of talokan #attuma #my asks #alex livinalli #black panther

[tsuteychubbyhumanmate]

Sisterhood.

Pairing: Namor/K’ul’ku’kan x reader

Summary: When your sisters, well fake sisters, Nastash and Yelena ask for your help to destroy the man and place that took everything from you before your life began, you happily agree to join but your husband, didn't know why and didn't care. He forbid you to go, you don't take orders well.

Warning: Aust, Fluff, Arguments, Black widow spoilers, Grabic fighting, Dark past, Making up, Near death experience.

A/n: I never did anything like this so be gentle with me lol, I hope it comes out alright. It took a while because I had to watch the movie step by step as I had things going on so I hope it was worth the wait so im sorry if it sucks

" I need to go! It's a family emergency!" you argued as you stuffed clothes into the backpack, growing annoyed as your newly wedded husband; Namor took some out "No. you never told me much about your family and I don't trust those surface dwellers." you stopped and glared at him "I'm a "surface dweller" mind you." you air quoted what he said "I forbid you to go." he declared "Forbid me?" you questioned in disbelief "You forbid me?!" You repeated outraged.

Everything in you desired to yell and shout at him but you had to play this smart, you couldn't waste more time. Taking a breath "Fine. Let's just go to bed yeah?" you spoke in a defended tone, giving him the puppy eyes he couldn't resist, Namor just laid his forehead against yours "I love you Luciérnaga. (firefly)" he kissed you, you kissed back already feeling guilty but your sisters need you "I love you too" you smiled and began to get ready for bed. You opened your eyes and looked at your dead sleep husband, you quietly snatched your old suit, a few clothes and walked into your walk-in pantry, pulling down a fake cereal box, your closet of weapons showed, you grabbed your two pistols and throwing knives, and keys to the car and stuffing them in the large backpack. You left a note saying that you would be back and not to worry although you knew that was pointless he would worry but worth a shot, you signed your name, and a I love you and left.

You stared at your GPS 'Well she said to meet her here' you got out of the vehicle and into the ever-going meadow, after a good 20-minute walk, you see a man with two women one with red hair and the other blonde standing in front of a helicopter, you recognized them almost immediately with tears in your eyes "Natasha! Yelena!" you called out, their heads snapped to your direction as you run closer, you could see a smile on Natasha's face and shock and disbelief on Yelenas. See their faces brought up the only few good memories of your childhood. The fake holiday photos, the whistling that you shared, playing with other kids, lessons you learn as a normal kid would, Melina and Alexel, your mother and father, Natasha and Yelena, your older and younger sisters. When you made it to them, you hugged Yelena, and she stood there before she hugged you back "Sister." she whispered, you almost couldn't hear her "Сестра, я скучал по тебе. (sister, I have missed you)" you whispered and rubbed her back. "What about me?" Natasha joked "Not so much. You were too busy playing hero." you teased back, letting go of Yelena "So, who's ass we're gonna kick?" you questioned looking between your sisters "Actually we're broking Alexei out of prison." Natasha corrected you.

You got ready in the white combat suit that Natasha give you, as you were fastening the belt you catch a glance of the ring that bounded you to namor and you placed a kiss on it before putting your wedding ring into your pocket for safekeeping. Taking a deep breath, you grabbed a rope on the other side of the helicopter, both you and Natasha swung down while she landed in a pose, 'God, such a poser' you rolled your eyes and kicked one of the guards off the narrow walkway before landing on your feet. Another guard rushed to you to avenge his fallen coworker just as your feet hit the walkway, quickly you delivered an around-house kick to his side, slamming him into the railing, and the two other guards on your side ran to you, fists and guns raised when you heard a "Duck!" coming from behind you, and you dropped to your knees, to see a rope with a big metal clip bang into their heads, knocking them out. Four Guards ran out the door to you, the first wheeled his arm back and swung his fist forward, you leaned back avoiding the punch, and grabbed his arm moving him to the side which gave you an opening, you kicked him three times in the left side of his torso and then to the stomach sending him flying into his coworker behind him, they tumbled like bowling pins.

The two left blocked both sides and you smirked, you could already see the fear resonating inside them, you almost felt bad. Almost.

Not wasting a second you ran to the one on your right, and as he readied himself for your attack, you slide underneath his legs and used one of your knives to slash his ankle you, threw your knife into his back, and his face hit the metal walkway, the other jolted his foot out coming towards your face, he missed. You rolled away and lifted yourself on your knees, and just as he tried to kick you again you swapped his feet from below him as he fell to his knees you punched him in the face, his head banged into the railing hard and he collapsed cold. You went to get up but you immediately squatted down as the helicopter lowered almost hitting you and Nat, who began to yell at Yelena, to which your younger sister just did a thumbs up.

You and your older sister continue to fight the seaming endless prison guards waiting for Alexei to get to your level. You punched your final guy three times In the face and pushed him over the rail, who was honestly your best friend in this prison broke, you stop dead in your tracks at the sound of a rocket launcher being shot and ice breaking, you didn't even look to the mountains to confirm your suspicion. You turn to Natasha "Nat! We have to go now! Or else we'll be buried alive!" you shouted over panicked screams, Natasha kicked a guard in the face before turning to you "Go! I'll get Alexei!" She shouted back "Are you sure?!" she nodded. You grabbed your rope, climbed up, and into the helicopter, you took a sharp inhale as you sat beside Yelena and put on the headgear anxiety gripping your heart for your sister and father as you watched as snow began to flow down to the Russian prison.

Natasha quickly grabbed the rope and secured herself to it as Yelena turned around and flew the copter to the walkway level, you sighed in relief as both you and your sister looked down, Natasha was able to get Alexei as the copter flew upwards, Yelena laughed and smiled, you giggled as you high fived each other. Natasha and Alexel climbed into the helicopter. Nat stood up and walked towards you, putting on headgear as Alexei cursed the prison Russian before closing the door of the old copter, "oh, I'm so proud of you girls." he spoke after catching his breath standing beside Natasha, though neither of you replied, "Oh, you can't hear me, huh?" he said loudly, laughing he grabbed a headset for his own "Wow" he started but didn't get to finish as Yelena backhanded him the face.

"Okay," he groaned"Why the aggression, huh?" he looked at Yelena "is it your time of the mouth?" God, you hated that fucking question "We don't get periods fuckface. We don't have uteruses." you answered for her, your blood boiling with anger but your voice was calm despite this "Or ovaries." Natasha added, Alexei looked between you three "Yeah, That's what happens when the Red room gives you an involuntary hysterectomy. They kind of just go in and they rip out all of your reproductive organs." Yelena turned around and gestured with her hands "They just get right in there and they chop them all away. Everything out, so you can't have babies." "Okay, Okay, Okay! Okay!" Alexei cut her off not bothering to hide his disgust.

"You don't have to get so clinical and nasty." he spoke sitting down on the chair closest to you "Oh, well, I was about to talk about fallopian tubes but okay." She replies, you smiled and shook your head, looking out the window finding this conversation amusing. "It means so much to me that you came back for me." "No. No. You're gonna tell us how to get to the Red Room." Natasha spoke up "Whoa, look at you, huh? All business." Alexei looked at Natasha "Trust me, this isn't pleasure." she rolled her eyes "Little Natasha, all indoctrinated into the Western agenda." he looked at you three again before his focus went onto your older sister "I chose to go west to become an Avenger, 'cause they treated me like family." She defended herself, refusing to look at her 'Father' "Really? Family? Well, where are they now." Alexei asked, knowing full well what happened. You pursed your lips and continued to look out the window with a glare as Yelena quietly looked at your sister "Where is that family now?" his eyes bored into her "Tell me where the red room is." She fired, her hand gripping the wall behind the driver's seat.

"I have no idea." you and Yelena just scoffed, Natasha finally looked at him, took off the headset, ripped Alexei's off, and sat across from him, "Come on. You and Dreykov we're like..." "Dreykov? General Dreykov, my friend, huh? Gives me glory...Soviet union's first and only super soldier. I could have been more famous than Captain America. Then he buries me in Ohio on that stupid mission" He looked at you and Yelena as you both looked back at him "Three years! So tedious, boring me to tears." You looked straightforward with your fist tightened, fighting the urge to go back there and punch him in the face "No offense, huh?" you rolled your eyes 'yeah like that would make it better' Yelena just shook her head "Then puts me in prison for the rest of my life. Why huh? Why? Why would he put me in...You know why? 'Cause, maybe I want to talk about the withering of the state. Or maybe I don't like his hair or something and I say something casually about that. Maybe you know, I want the Party to feel actually like a party instead of this sourpuss organization. But instead, no. He puts me in prison for the rest of my life. He just runs off and hides, huh?" he finished his 'sad' sob story kicking the toolbox close to him like a child "I'm not even the who, uh, you know..." he quickly pointed at Natasha "I'm not the one who killed his daughter." he said "Can we throw him out the fucking window now?" you asked, already done with his bullshit, "I think we should wait till we get to a higher altitude." Nat answered, "All right." Yelena nodded "Почему бы не спросить Мелину, где он? (Why not ask Melinda where it is?)" Alexei suggested snarkily speaking over your younger sister "Wait, Mom Melina?" Yelena looked back at him, with shock "We thought she was dead." You and Natasha looked at him to which he scoffed "You cannot kill a fox that swift." he smirked.

"Ew." you whispered under your breath "She was the scientist, the strategist I was the muscle. She worked directly for Dreykov far more than I ever did." he informed you "She is working for the Red Room present day?" Natasha asked and leaned forward to see if he was telling the truth "She works remotely outside St. Petersburg." Alexei confirmed. "I don't think we have enough fuel for St. Petersburg." Yelena doubted "No. We're good we'll make it." just like Yelena said the copter fall to the ground, and she was to get it down safely. You sighed as you pushed the heavy door out your way, Natasha, Yelena, and Alexei following you out fields of purple flowers, grass, and trees were all you could see "You should've brought the Avengers superjet." Alexei told Natasha, you glared at him before walking away with your sisters, you swear if he said one more thing you were gonna kick him where the sun don't shine, and then in the face "I swear, if you I hear one more word from him, I will kick him in the face." She spat, thinking the same as you unknowingly "He's the worst." you chuckled "Natasha." Alexei called out "Natasha. Natasha. Come here, I want to ask you something" he beckoned her, you walked farther ahead you didn't want to hear his stupid voice.

Yelena and you stopped and turned around as Natasha's voice raised in volume "What is with this tension?" Alexei questioned, sounding like a kicked puppy "Did I do something wrong?" he really was so stupid and an ignorant, selfish prick "Is that a serious question?" You asked, "I only ever loved you, girls. I did my best to make sure you would succeed. To achieve your fullest and everything worked out." Alexei spoke up like a disappointed father "Everything worked out?" Natasha asked sarcastically "Yes. For you, yes. We accomplished our mission in Ohio. (Y/n) you went on to become the deadliest and most ruthless black widow in the world. Yelena, you went on to become one of the greatest child assassin, and Natasha, not just a spy not just toppling regimes and destroying Empires from within but an Avenger. You three have killed so many people. Your ledgers must be dripping, just gushing red." he pulled you three into a group hug " I couldn't be more proud of you." you pushed him off you, and walked off Natasha didn't hesitate to do the same, Yelena let him hug her a bit more before stalking off to her bigger sisters.

After an hour of walking, you made it to a barged gated sanctuary where your mom stood with a sniper rifle, she took a minute to look between all four of you "Honey, we're home." Alexei smiled, silently she made it to her house Alexei began to follow her "Come on, girls." you and your sisters followed them "Welcome to my humble boat." Melina opened the door and walked through "Make yourself at home." you nodded at looked around the cozy house "Let's have a drink." She sighed as she put away the rifle. You and Yelena sat down beside each other at the dining table, Natasha and Melina sat down not too long ago as you hear Alexei grunting in the bathroom, you wished you could be anywhere besides here right now. you rather be dick down than sit in this awkward atmosphere "Let's drink." your mother suggested grabbing the bottle of alcohol. The sound of a bathroom door opening and Alexei clearing his throat brought your attention to him, you wish you hadn't "Still fits." Melina wolf-whistled and clapped officially traumatizing you "I never washed it once" she admitted, "Come drink." he sat down "Family. Back together again." he smiled looking at his 'family' through Melina corrected him, that they shouldn't use that term anymore "Agreed so here's what's going to happen..." "Okay. A reunion then, huh?" Your dad cut off Natasha reaching over to grab the tub of strawberries

"I want to say something right off the bat. You have an age today huh? You're just as beautiful and as supple as the day they staged our marriage." you shot down your drink, you wanted it felt something other than the absolute disgust within "You got fat. But still good." She flirted as Alexei chuckled " I just got out of prison first. I, uh..." he looked at you three before looking back at Melina " I have a lot of energy." he admitted suggestively "Oh!" she gasped "Please don't do that." Natasha spoke up for the three of you before getting down to business "so, here's what's going to happen." "Natasha, down slouch." Melina scolded her.

"I'm not slouching." she straightened her back like she wasn't "Yes, yes you are." " I don't slouch" Natasha defended herself pitifully "You're going to have a back hunch." Melina gestured with her body. You watched the scene with a small smile for a nonfamily you guys sure acted like one "Listen to your mother." Alexei added "All right enough. All of you" Nat looked at both you and Yelena "We didn't say anything." you started, your smile gone "That's not fair." Yelena continued "Here's what's going to happen..." Natasha started again "I don't want any food." Yelena said as Melina piled food onto yours and her plate "Eat a little something, (Y/n), Yelena, for God's sake." your mother scolded you two "You're going to tell us the location of the Red room." Natasha finished "You know, it's like when you told them that they could stay up late to catch Santa Clause," She said tearfully looking at Alexei " what that was fun. You know, "he come down to the chimney girls. lookout. Where is he?" You wait for him, and then when the cookies are gone, you see he's there. I want them to follow their dreams." "No good." Melina shook her head "Reach for the stars girls." he said loudly "Finding Dreykov is not a fantasy. It's unfinished business." Natasha said seriously "You can't defend a man who commands the very well of others." Melina finally answered got up and came back with a tablet "Come in." she said to what looked like no particular then the door opened and a pig walks.

"Did that pig? Just walk in here, I'm not just seeing things, y'all saw it too?" "Yes. It did." Melina spoke keeping her eyes on the pig, and proceeded to use mind control on it, forcing it to stop breathing. You looked away, gripping your silver spoon, you couldn't, didn't want to watch, she helped the man who used you and your sisters, mother, and girls to do his dirty bidding, She unknowingly used that on all three of you.

"The world functions on a higher level when it is controlled," she said after dismissing 'Alexei' the pig "Dreykov has chemically subjugated agents planted around the globe." she poured herself a drink "And do you know who they test it on?" Yelena asked stoically "Hmm...No that's not my department." Melina looked at her "Don't lie to them. hmm?" Alexei watched as Melina poured him a drink "I'm not lying." "You're Dreykov's architect, huh?" "Where were you? If I was his architect you were his partner. You were his business partner" Your parents began to argue "Shut up! You are an idiot." Natasha spat at Alexei "And you're a coward." She turned to Melina " You're a coward." Nat repeated "And our family was never real, so there's nothing to hold on to. We're moving on" Your gaze snapped to her "Never family, huh? In my heart, I am a simple man. And I think that for a couple deep undercover Russian agents, I think we did pretty great as parents, huh?" Alexei said, "Yes, we had our orders, and we played our roles to perfection." Melina agreed "Who cares? That wasn't real." Natasha shook her head, on the verge of tears "What?" Yelena looked at her, hurting betrayal in her eyes.

"Don't say that." you finally spoke up, causing the whole table to look at you " It was real. It was real to me." Yelena said shaky, pointing to herself "You are my mother." she gestured and looked at Melina "You were my real mother. The closest thing I ever had to one. The best part of my life was fake and none of you told me. And those agents you chemically subjugated around the globe?" Yelena paused "That was us. That was me." Melina looked at her shocked, Yelena's stare switched between Natasha and you "You both got out. Dreykov made sure no one else could escape. Gonna say anything Natasha?" she asked glaring at your older sister "No." she nodded and grabbed the whiskey bottle and stormed off.

"I had no idea" your mother looked from her lap to Alexei "It's okay, it's okay. I'll talk to her." he grabbed his helmet off from the floor and walked the way, Yelena went. Natasha got up and walked toward the weaponry pantry, declaring she do it herself as you and Melina remained at the table "Don't, you wouldn't survive." Melina called after her "I wish I could believe that you cared." Natasha answer back "But you're not even the first mother that abandoned me." you rolled your eyes as you walked to your sister, your mother by your side "No, you weren't abandoned." Melina said, "You were selected by a program, that assessed the genetic potential in infants." Natasha looked at her in shock as you just leaned against the wall bookshelves behind your mother with only thoughts wringing that fat fucks neck like you always wanted to and to be home, with Namor, in his arms, he must be so worried and probably pissed at you. You can't keep lying to him after this is done, you'll tell him everything. He deserves to know, he deserved to know a long time ago the night he found you on the beach with wounds bleeding out, the night you escape. Black widows came from all directions, and you killed every. single. one you wasn't called the deadliest and ruthless black widow for nothing. When you had finally made it safely, exhaustion and pain dig their claws into you, and dragged you down into the sand, you were sure of yourself that it was that, you were gonna die there cold, and alone but your fish man saw you, took pity on you, nurse you back to health. Sealing your fate with him.

You finally came to reality when Natasha pulled you into the pantry and went over her and Melina's plan, she handed you an earpiece and Melina give you a run down on what to expect. You couldn't wait to fuck up those bastards, All you had to do is let yourself get caught.

You groan and shook your head, feeling sluggish from the sedatives, the cell you're held in was somewhat completely White except for the red bed and black floor, the door was made out of pure glass, you looked at the vents that your mother said would be exactly there. You grabbed the throwing knives that Natasha put in your pocket and throw one in between one of the little cracks in the ceiling, with such force it swung open. You picked out the dropped knife and walked onto your cell bed, you grabbed the side on the open vent and took a deep breath as you exiled, you jumped and swung yourself upwards into the metal Airway once landing in a crouch, you quickly reached down and closed the vent. 'just keep going until you find a two-way and make a left, Yelena should be getting surgery, I have Natasha put a knife in her pocket but get to her as fast as possible.' your mother's words ring out, you got there in only a minute, the vent overlooked the surgical area where Yelena lied strapped to a stretcher, you just needed to wait for the moment to strike "What?" Yelena asked out loud, Melina had to have told her about the blade "What are you going to do to me?" she covered up looking at a surgeon. That was your cue, you dropped down, and the harsh sound of metal crashing against the floor alerted the surgeons, wasting no time you pulled out a knife and throw it to the surgeon by the computer, the blade plunged itself into his skull, his body falls to the floor in a pool of blood, as the other surgeon stood shocked Yelena took this time to cut herself and knock him out.

"You couldn't have told me sooner?" She asked you, with a glare "I didn't have time, sorry." you shrugged as you both left the area to find the antidote "Where did he take the vials?" Yelena asked your mother, wiping away the maker on her forehead "Yeah. sure. Easy." She replied to something Melina said as you walked into a long corridor. Yelena picked up the vent and moved aside before dropping down first in a pose after she got up, you dropped down rolling your eyes "Poser." you walked past her "I'm not a poser." "You just posed." "Well i-" you shushed her, looking around the corner to a guard standing there "one up ahead," you informed her quietly " I got this." She smirked, running forward, she hooked her arm around his neck and swing her body to the side, then let him go before sweeping kicking him, knocking him cold. "Cool, right?" She panted her hands on her knees " I could have done better." you playfully teased her, griping his legs and dragging him to the touchpad and with Yelena's help put his hand on it. The doors slide open and clear cabinets filled the whole room, medication and sedatives poison any liquid form contained in them, you both looked at each side "Yelena." you called out to her pointing to the glowing red vials "Melina, we found the location of the vials." she told her, suddenly bright red lights filled the space, you took as a sign run so you did just that, Yelena by your side "Fantastic, We're heading to the widows now." "Fuck." you sighed as the room of what should have been training widows was empty, Yelena noticed a pin wall filled with weapons and grabbed one of the smoke bombs and rubber bands of the vials to it "Let's go," she said running out the other door, you following after her, you opened the door to Dreykov's office, you were about to go in there to help Natasha fight off the widows when Yelena held you back and throw the antidote into the air, the vials breaking and sprinkling down onto the windows, freeing them "Natasha," you started, dropping to your knees in front "You okay?" you pushed her hair away from her forehead, looking at the damage "I'm fine." She reassured you taking your hand and getting up with you "That looks like it hurts" Yelena wrapped her hand around the knife in Natahsa's shoulder as you help Natasha walk to her "Okay. I take out on there, ready?" Yelena asked and yanked it out "I'm sorry." She muttered as Natasha screamed out in pain "Mitä me teemme nyt? (What do we do now?)." a widow asked in Finnish between you and your sisters "You live." you spoke looking at every widow "And get as far away from here as possible." Natasha said, "You get to finally make your own choices now." Yelena add, the moment of peace was entreated by the sounds of explosions.

"We gotta get outta here." Natasha looked at you and Yelena "We need to find Dreykov. Are you coming?" Yelena asked her "I'm right behind you," Natasha said moving to Dreykov's desk to grab something "I'll stay with her go!" you lightly pushed Yelena out to lead the free widows. You watched Nat pull out a ring and slide it against a screen in the desk drawer and type in something, put a Drive into a small box processor to download the files of the widows around the world, you groaned and winced looking away as Natasha snapped her nose back, despite killing and being around countless deaths, you couldn't stand to see your loved ones hurt "Nat." you said in a worried tone, hearing the glass break around you "Just a little bit longer." she continued to stare at the loading screen "Finally!" she quickly grabbed the Drive and you grabbed what was left over the vials and you both ran out the room but the elevator busted out fire, both of you ducked out the way and ran to the waiting room, Natasha pulled out her twin pistols and shot out the glass.

You jumped out into the sky down the red room, you reached out for the outdoor walkway rail, and as its fell from the weight of you and your older sister, you swing yourself into the open busted window from Below, Natasha following not soon after, you ran down the hallway. You granted as you slammed into a wall, having some equipment hit you, you pushed it away and ran again ducking and weaving out of the way from the falling ceilings and items "Natasha!" you screamed as she fall down the floor from a large piece of the ceiling fell on her "Go! I'll be okay!" she yelled back "fuck." you whisper, jumping on your heels debating before eventually listening to her, and jumped over the hole and continue to run down the hallway. Three of the red room's guards saw you and began to shoot at you, really even as you were failing to your deaths they still wanted to kill you? without stopping, you slipped two of your throwing knife and aimed them at the two guards, took in a breath pulled your arms back, and release the blades forward, one stuck itself into the throat on the left and the other landed into the gun's barrel, the guard didn't notice until too late as it blasted into his face, the middle guard got lucky, one bullet lunged into your shoulder but you just gritted your teeth and tackled the man out the windows. You stole a quick glance past his shoulder, the landing pad was a good 3ft drop and you were heading there fast, the guy still wanting to kill you tried to shoot you again but you knocked the gun out of his hand and used it to hit him in the head repeatedly, the ground catch up, you rolled off his body and standing up, a guard in his mind ran past you with a parachute "I'll take that." you pulled him back by the parachute and sweep him off your feet, and kicked him in the face "Okay. Where is my family?" you looked around the chaos while you put on the parachute, immediately you notice Natasha hanging off the side of a wing beside you but also Dreykov rushing into a helicopter and Yelena running to him, you ran after her as the wing began to collapse onto the landing pad, your eyes widened when you realized what she was planning Natasha caught up to you, running side by side "Yelena!" Natasha screamed out "Don't you dare do it!" You screamed out "This was fun!" Yelena yelled back with a smile "No!" you and Natasha yelled but like Yelena, she didn't listen at plugged her staff into the engine of the helicopter causing it to blow up and push her back into the sky.

Natasha grabbed a randomly placed parachute and jumped "Please be okay!" you prayed, jumping with her. driving y forward you and Natasha flew through a fallen helicopter window, you two made it to her, and Natasha put on the parachute on Yelena and pulled the trigger, everything seemed still until in the corner of your eye a weirdly dressed guard was zooming towards you, Natasha pushed Yelena and you out of the andy and then flew to the ground the guard following her. You got separated from Yelena, and a large portion of a wall was coming to you without any way to pass it, you pushed yourself backward and landed on your feet on the wall, ran to the edge, and pushed off, a smaller one was behind but this time you could fly out the way. You were getting closer to the ground so you pull the trigger to your parachute and ducked and rolled onto your feet with what seemed to practice ease though you never went skydiving, you slide it off, held onto your shoulder to stop the bleeding, and walked around for your sisters amongst the fallen debris "Yelena! (Y/n)!" you heard not too far away "Natasha!!" you yelled running to where her voice was "(Y/n)!!" you smiled as you see your big sister and ran into her arms "Are you okay?" she asked hugging you tightly "just a bullet wound, nothin' major." you grinned as she fussed over "Come let's worry about that later, we need to find Yelena." she nodded "Yelena!" "There!" you pointed to her she lay in between debris, her parachute hovering over her on a fallen bar lucky she wasn't trapped, you and Natasha slide to your knees once you made it to her, Natasha shook her "Yelena?" you asked worriedly, Yelena opened her eyes looking between you and your other sister, both clouding her vision and smiled "We're upside down." she got up with a groan and turned to face you "простите меня сестры (Forgive me, sisters)" Natasha spoke "You're my sisters, it was real to me too and Yelena I should've come back for you." she cried "You don't have to say that" Yelena replied "it's okay," you added holding her hand while Yelena laid her forehead against your older sister's, you turned to look at your mother and father after hearing a grunt. All three of you stood up from oldest to youngest watching your parents make their way to you "You good?" Natasha asked Melina "I am clearly injured" your mother replied "You got something to say?" she asked Alexei "I'd just mess it up" he answered offering his hand to her which she took it. The sounds of vehicles came "Here comes the cavalry." Natasha sighed "so what's our plan?" Melina asked "You guys go. I'll stay." "That's insanity. We fight. We fight with you." Alexei spoke up "I'll hold them off." "Natasha, we fight." "We can't split up. You're so pigheaded." "You guys, go" Natasha put her feet down "Besides if it can work out with the five of us, you know, there may be some hope for the Avengers. little bit." she smiled "If you're leaving take this." Yelena took off her vest "I know how much you like it." "Shucks" Natasha laughed "He had widows implanted all over the world," you informed Yelena "Mother will need to copy the formula" you handed her the vials "You should be the one to tell 'em it's over" Natasha nodded to her suddenly the sound of a jet engine landed before your family.

The widows you freed earlier stepped out, walking to Yelena "You came back for us." Yelena looked at them "Мы бы не оставили вас позади. (We wouldn't leave you behind)" one of them said and Yelena walked through the sea of former black widows, touching their hands as she walked by "Thank you." you smiled whistling goodbye Natasha, Yelena shortly joining in, after a minute, a second Natasha whistle back and You, Yelena and parents aborted the jet, you didn't know it but this would be the last time you saw your older sister.

You groaned, holding onto your bandage shoulder, everything ached and hurt, your feet felt like you are walking on glass, and your knees buckled a few times as you walked to the beach house that you shared with your husband, you felt such a relief once you saw it you can't wait to take a shower blood and dirt caked on your face and body but the relief turn to frightfulness as you watched as Namor storm off the porch into you "Baby i-i promise to ever run off like that and I'll tell you everythi—" you started once he stood before you, his hands grabbing you face and pulled you in a kiss full of emotion worry, relief, and love. Tears filled your closed eyes the whole time you acted like you weren't scared but you were, scared you'd never see him again "Do not worry about anything, I'm glad you're back and you can tell me everything once you're ready." he laid his forehead against yours.

"Let's go home In yakunaj."

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After the Smoke Settles | Attoye | E | 2.4k words | AO3 Link

For Attoye Week 2023 @attoye-week

Day 2: Alternate Universe - Biker!Attuma and Party Girl Okoye

Summary: Attuma is the Sergeant-at-Arms for the Talokanil War Gods M.C. There is a tentative alliance between his M.C. and local Wakandan crime boss M'Kathu AKA The Chief. Both organizations are celebrating a year of successful partnership with one another. Attuma, new to the local chapter, sees Okoye at a party at his M.C's clubhouse. He wants to get to know her, but she is The Chief's daughter. Namor warns him not to go near Okoye because her father is overprotective and it would surely sour their alliance, but Attuma won't say no if the Wakandan beauty is interested in him -- even if it is just for one night.

Content: Unprotected sex; oral sex; hooking up; recreational drug use; drinking; drunk sex; dirty talk; language; minor violence.

The sounds of laughter and clinking drinks filled the space of the club room. Attuma stood next to his friend and new President, Namor. Ever since Attuma had come over and joined that chapter of the Talokanil War Gods Motorcycle Club as their Sergeant-at-Arms almost two months prior, he had been fitting in well. Namor ran a tight ship. They were working on forming alliances with other outfits in order to continue their operations. Having grown up together, Attuma and Namor knew and trusted one another. It was the reason why Attuma came to work with him.

They glanced around the club room, watching their brothers enjoy the party. Namor did not often throw parties, but they were celebrating a year of an alliance with the Wakandans. A year of prosperous partnerships for both outfits.

Both parties were having fun. The mood was light. Drinks were flowing, the music was good, and a few people were dancing. Attuma’s eyes fell on a group of young women at the edge of the makeshift dancefloor. A couple were Sweet Butts, and the rest were Wakandan. He watched them dance and laugh, enjoying themselves, until another young woman from the Wakandan group ambled over – scratch that – glided over.

Attuma was certain his jaw dropped at the sight of her. Big doe eyes; long braids; dark skin; and a blinding smile. She was breathtaking. She danced her way into the center of the circle of girls, twirling as she went. The yellow form-fitting dress drawing attention to her slender body and round ass. Attuma was practically salivating.

“Sakun winik,” said Attuma to Namor. “Who’s that?”

“Who?” Namor replied.

“That goddess in the yellow dress.”

Namor looked over at the dancefloor and then back to Attuma.

“Don’t go there, itz’in winik.”

“Why not? Is she someone’s Ol’ Lady? I’ve never seen her before. What’s her name?”

“Okoye.”

“Okoye,” Attuma repeated, enjoying the way her name felt on his lips.

“And she’s off limits. That’s the Chief’s daughter. He’d probably bury anyone who even looks at her.”

“Bullshit.”

“I’m serious. You know Long John Silver over at the shop?”

“Yeah, that white boy with the eyepatch? Wait, you tellin’ me the Chief knocked that kid’s eye out for lookin’ at his daughter?”

“Nah, he got into a hunting accident or some shit and lost it. But, the Chief cut off his trigger finger ‘cause he was in the club and tried to touch Okoye’s hair without her permission.”

“Fuck,” said Attuma before laughing. “Silly prick deserved that.”

“Right,” Namor replied. “No more hunting for his ass.”

Attuma laughed once more and then said, “If he even looks at my future wife, I’ll take his other fuckin’ eye.”

“Attuma,” Namor warned. “Leave her alone. We’re celebrating a year of peace with the Wakandans. Don’t fuck it up over a pretty girl.”

“Christ, brother. I’m not gonna fuck anything up. It’s cool. I won’t go near her.”

…

The party was in full swing and Attuma needed some time on his own away from the revellers. He stood out in the high-walled yard and lit a joint. A bike’s engine revved outside the gate before it opened and let someone in. A girl shrieked and then laughed off in the distance. A beer bottle smashed nearby.

Attuma took a long pull at his joint and then leaned his head against the wall of the clubhouse. The door nearest to him flung open and two people stepped out. The sound of footfalls on gravel caused him to look over in their direction.

“You need to stop!” said a young man.

“Fuck you,” the woman replied.

Attuma straightened up and narrowed his gaze. It was the Chief’s daughter, Okoye. She was being followed by some guy, who then reached out and gabbed her by the arm.

“Don’t touch me, W’Kabi!”

“We’re leaving, now,” said W’Kabi firmly as he tried to drag Okoye away.

“I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“Stop being such a brat and move your ass!”

Attuma eyes narrowed even more, he flicked his joint to the ground, and then walked towards the pair.

“Hey, Okoye, right?” he asked when he got close. “Are you okay? This asshole giving you trouble?”

She turned her head, then looked up at Attuma’s face. Before she could answer, W’Kabi spoke up.

“Fuck off and mind your business,” he spat, tugging on Okoye’s arm once more.

Attuma stared him down and then looked back at Okoye.

“You wanna take your hand off o’ the young lady?” said Attuma, inching closer.

W’Kabi let go of Okoye’s arm and poked Attuma in the chest.

“I told you to fuck off –”

Before he could finish his sentence, Attuma grabbed W’Kabi’s wrist and twisted it, causing him to groan loudly in pain.

W’Kabi bent over as Attuma leaned down and said, “Nah, I think you need to fuck off before I break your arm and your face, lil’ bitch.”

Attuma then pushed W’Kabi away, causing him to stumble, before he righted himself, threw Attuma an unimpressed look, and walked away. Attuma watched him leave, before turning to Okoye.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice softer than before.

“Yeah. I mean, yeah. Thank you.”

“I don’t usually step in when couples are arguing –”

“I’m not with him,” she replied quickly. “He’s just some asshole who works for my father.”

“Why was he putting his hands on you?”

“Because he thinks he has the right to as my bodyguard.”

“That bitch made motherfucker is your bodyguard?” asked an incredulous Attuma.

“Not anymore,” Okoye replied as she grabbed her phone and started to dial a number. “Hey, what’s your name?”

“Attuma.”

“Hi, Attuma. Sorry, excuse me a sec. Hello?” she said into the phone. “Baba? Yes. Everything’s fine. I don’t want W’Kabi on my security detail anymore. He put his hands on me. Yes. Yes, I’m okay.”

She looked down at the small patch on Attuma’s vest and then said, “The Sergeant-at-Arms of the TWG stepped in and helped me. New guy. Attuma. Yes. Baba, I’m okay, really. Attuma’s going to look after me. Sure.”

Okoye removed the phone from her ear and then looked at Attuma.

“My father would like to speak with you,” she said handing the phone over.

Attuma knit his brow but answered.

“Hello, sir? Yes. Well, the guy was yelling at your daughter and tried to forcibly drag her away. Yes. Yes, sir. I stepped in, roughed him up a little, and made him leave. No need to thank me, anyone would help like that. Yes. I appreciate you saying so. That’s fine. Happy to help. Thank you, sir. Goodnight.”

Attuma handed the phone back to Okoye. She bid her father goodnight after reassuring him she was safe and well.  She looked at Attuma who stared back at her. He ran his fingers through his hair and gave her a small smile, which she returned.

“My father asked if you would wait with me until his driver picks me up. Is that okay?”

“Of course,” said Attuma.

He gestured for her to follow him to one of the picnic tables that stood over near the high wall. Okoye walked beside Attuma, and they both took a seat beside one another.

“So, how did you know my name?” she asked while positioning her body so that she was facing him.

Attuma placed both of his legs astride the bench seating. He licked his lips absently and said, “A lady like you steps in the room and a man like me finds out your name pretty quickly.”

“Alright then,” Okoye replied with a nod and a smile. “Thanks again for what you did.”

“It was nothin’. I hope these guys who work for your father all don’t think they can treat you like that.”

“They don’t,” she proffered sincerely. “Just W’Kabi. He thinks because we grew up together that things are different between us. They’re not. He’s still one of my father’s shit kickers.”

“Yeah, well, fuck him,” said Attuma, as he reached in his pocket to get another joint and his lighter. “I’m done talkin’ about that asshole.”

He lit his joint and took a deep drag before holding out to offer Okoye some. She gave him a crooked, devilish sort of smile and leaned forward. Okoye placed both hands to Attuma’s thick thighs and shifted closer. Their faces were close, and heat was radiating from both of their bodies. When Okoye’s lips neared Attuma’s, she licked them and said, “Shotgun me.”

Attuma placed his hand to Okoye’s slim waist to hold her in place. He then released the smoke from his mouth and blew it between Okoye’s lips. She closed her eyes and drew the smoke in. The effects of the drug and the headiness of being in such proximity to Okoye made Attuma’s head spin. He didn’t know how long he had been staring at her, but suddenly realized the young woman had climbed into his lap, with her legs wrapped around his hips and her arms draped over his shoulders.

“You’re pretty,” said Okoye as she ran her fingers through his long tresses.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” Attuma replied, staring into the darkness of her obsidian eyes.

“We don’t have much time.”

“For what?” he asked, tightening his grip on her hips.

Okoye leaned forward and pressed her lips to Attuma’s. He deepened the kiss immediately. She pulled away slightly, and he followed her, craving more.

“For me to show you how grateful I am for you stepping in to help me.”

Attuma brought his hand up to cup Okoye’s face before he said, “You don’t have to do anything to thank me, Sweetness.”

“Can I tell you a secret?” she asked, a conspirative expression crossing her beautiful face.

“Hmm,” Attuma nodded.

“I don’t do anything I don’t want to do,” she whispered close to Attuma’s ear. “And I really wanna do you.”

…..

As far as bad ideas went, the one that had found Attuma and Okoye in the small office felt way too fucking good. After shoving most of the papers from the desktop, Attuma laid Okoye down and sunk to his knees. She hiked her dress up and placed her legs over his shoulders.

Attuma ran his hand over the lace panties Okoye was wearing and she shivered. He stuck his fingers under the garment and then tore them from Okoye. She let out a little welp.

“I’m keepin’ these,” he said as he shoved the torn panties into the back pocket of his jeans.

Before Okoye could reply with a smart answer, Attuma had began to suck kisses to her inner thigh as he toyed with her clit. He hummed against her skin as he peppered biting kisses there. Okoye let out a moan when his lips made their way to her glistening pussy. Attuma ran his tongue over her slit and up to her sensitive nub. He sucked her clit into his mouth and hummed once more. A wave of pleasure washed over Okoye. She laced her fingers through Attuma’s hair as he ate her out. She came moments later with a shudder and his name on her lips.

…..

“Fuck – Ma, this pussy so tight,” said Attuma as he sheathed his impressive length inside of Okoye.

He had her bent over the desk with his raw dick deep between her swollen folds.

“You gonna do something about it or just stand there looking pretty?”

“You got a smart mouth on you, Sweetness,” he said sharply, as his hips snapped forward. “Won’t be so smart with this dick in it.”

He thrust forward again with more fervor, causing Okoye to whimper and curse.

“Shit – shit.”

“Fuck.”

“Wish we had time for that,” said Okoye as she threw her ass back, drawing a loud moan from Attuma’s lips. “Really wanna choke on it.”

“Fuck,” said Attuma as he grabbed at Okoye’s throat and pulled her head back while he rammed his cock into her again and again. He lifted her leg so that it was rested on the desktop as he wrapped a hand around her chest to draw her back to him. Attuma kissed Okoye’s neck and then bit down onto her shoulder, all the while he kept driving himself into her.

His orgasm was drawing nearer, and he could feel that Okoye’s was, too. She was almost crying out in pleasure as her walls clenched around his dick. Soon, she was creaming over his length and coming hard. Her well-fucked cunt drew Attuma’s aching cock deeper inside and he finally came. He didn’t pull out, but both of them were too fuck-drunk to care.

After a moment, Attuma withdrew himself and found something to clean them both up with. Okoye was still bent over the desk as Attuma fixed her clothing, and then his.

“Damn,” she said, all breathless and beautiful. “I don’t think I’ll be able to walk.”

Attuma let out a little laugh and then wrapped his arms around Okoye. He turned her so that she was standing and facing him. He captured her lips in a slow, sensuous kiss before running his hand up and down her back.

“That was fun,” she said, threading her fingers through his hair again.

“You were amazing,” Attuma replied.

“We should do this again some time,” said Okoye as she rested her hands on his firm chest.

“Definitely,” Attuma offered as he dipped down to kiss Okoye again. “Let me know when and where, and I’ll be there.”

…..

The meeting was almost at its conclusion when Namor poured himself another drink and said, “One last order of business.”

The brothers around the table gave him their attention even though some were watching the clock.

“The Chief wanted to give his formal thanks to our brother Attuma for lookin’ out for his daughter last weekend at the party.”

Some of the men patted Attuma’s shoulders.

“You did a good thing, Attuma,” said Namor. “His girl is his pride and joy. You did both of them a solid by takin’ care of her when she was on our property.”

“Any of us would’ve done the same thing,” Attuma said, leaving out the part where he had fucked Okoye within an inch of her life. “Just glad we’re in their good books.”

“You definitely are,” Namor replied. “The Chief wants to hire you as his daughter’s bodyguard. Interim bodyguard, actually.”

“What?” asked Attuma, genuinely shocked.

“Apparently you made a real impression on her,” Namor explained. “She asked her father for you specifically to look out for her until they hire someone else. You up for it?”

Attuma thought about the offer for less than a beat before her said, quite enthusiastically, “Yeah. Fuck yeah. I’m up for it. Sign me up.”

#attoye #okoye x attuma #attoye week 2023

[inkareds]

hii, can i request namor that tried to protect tlalocan just because readers is one of them and all he cares is protecting her from the oitside

Trust Me Namor

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✧.* word count: 1.8k ✧.* genre: Angst with good ending ✧.* warnings: Namor lies and is really mean to the reader, also the reader is assumed to be Mayan because they are from Talocan, and the reader is married to Namor

All you want to do is defend your kingdom, all you want to do is make sure Namor is safe when he fights. But why was he so hell bent in making sure you never even touch the battlefield?

again sorry this took like a literal 4 months LMAO I'm working on everyone's requests!! Despite ya'll probably losing interest already PS Itallics are Mayan

“No.”  Namor turned towards you, his nose flared with anger. 

“You may be my husband but you are also my king!” You stated pointing an accusatory finger at him, “I am bound by duty to protect you and the kingdom. You can’t stop me.”

Namor glared at you, his figure towering over you as he took a step closer. 

“Then as your king I order you to stay here.” Namor threatened. 

At this point, the two of you were yelling at each other. The two of you got word of a US Navy officer that was breaching Talokan’s territory. If they came any closer they’d be at the precipice to find Talokan. Something your people could not let happen. 

“When we wed, you swore you wouldn’t use your title against me!” You yelled out towards your husband who could only huff in frustration at your stubbornness. 

You were hell-bent on joining the other soldiers in protecting your land. Something you’ve done in the past before marrying him. But after your wedding, you had pushed yourself to the duties of the kingdom while your husband defends the lands. Yet, you longed to fight for your kingdom, you wanted to prove yourself again. 

But Namor wouldn’t let you. Namor had been adamant about not letting you on the battlefield any time there was any kind of fighting that needed to be done. Much to your frustration. You wondered if he didn’t trust your skills. If he thought you’d be a handicap on the field. 

“Do you not trust me in yakunaj?” My love, you spoke his nickname desperately. 

You were running out of patience. Why did he not want you out there? You could help. You wanted to help. 

Namor was running out of ideas, he had to get you to stay here somehow. So, with a heavy heart, he said something he never thought he’d ever say. 

“Because you’re weak.” Namor spat, “I can’t have you dragging the rest of my soldiers there. I can’t have Namora pay attention to you every waking moment just because you can’t hold your own there.” 

Every word that Namor spoke felt like needles against your heart as he stepped closer towards you. His eyes were blazing with rage, gone was the softness that he would usually look at you with. 

Here standing in front of you, you looked at Namor. Not K’ul’kulkan, the man you married. But Namor, the man whose enemies stretched as wide as the lands of the Earth. 

“What?”  You weakly murmured, not wanting to accept what he said. Namor only shook his head, a dark chuckle leaving him.

“You asked me before why I never let you fight. Because you’re not needed there. You’re weak, your job is inside these walls keeping the kingdom in check. Not out there.” 

Before you could say anything, the doors to your chambers opened. There standing in the door frame in all her military gear was Namora. Namor, inches away from your face from yelling at you, took a few steps backwards. Throwing his gaze away from your eyes. Namora bowed her head slightly at you and Namor before speaking. 

“The troops are ready, my king.” Namor nodded before flicking his wrist, dismissing Namora. 

A great silence followed between the two of you after the doors closed once more. Your back was pressed against a jade table carved. You didn’t want to believe what Namor said but with the amount of anger in his eyes when he stated all that. You couldn’t help but take it all to heart. 

Tearing your gaze away from him and shutting your eyes tight to stop any tears from leaving your eyes you gripped the jade table hard. 

You heard Namor turn in your direction, knowing he’d probably say something to backtrack the words he said. You refused to entertain it. One of your hands lifted to stop him. 

“Go,” you stated, “Your soldiers awaits their King.” 

Namor’s heart clenched at the sight of you refusing to even look at him. He didn’t want to say any of it, he just didn’t know how to get you to stay. He gritted his teeth and turned towards the door. He was about to leave without the good luck kiss you’d always give him before any of his missions. Though, just before he stepped through, he spoke. 

“I’ll be safe, in ki'imak óolil.” My joy. 

When his footsteps faded away you dropped to the ground, as you held your head in your hands, letting the tears run down your face. Were you truly that useless to him? 

You thought of yourself as strong, someone who could fight beside your love. You thought of yourself as his equal in almost everything except blood. Did he not view you as such? So much so that he’d use his title against you?

You gritted your teeth as the salty tears mixed around with the water around you. Unbeknownst to you, above on the surface of the water, Namor fought tooth and nail against the invaders of his land with a level of ferocity Namora has never seen in her cousin before. 

She watched with wide eyes as Namor spared not even a single soldier inside the submarine and the ships they attacked. 

When Namor returned, you were already in bed deep in your slumber. A part of him was glad you were already asleep, after all, that means he wouldn’t have to deal with the pain of talking to you after that whole ordeal. But the other part of him wished you were still awake, maybe that way he’d be guilted enough to tell you the truth. 

But when he lay on the bed next to you, he winced in pain, forgetting about some of the bruises on his side. Namor’s eyes widened when he saw you start to stir in your sleep over the small sound that left him. 

When your eyes were wide open, well, as wide as they can get considering you were rather exhausted and you had been crying. A fact that struck his heart. You eyed him with caution. 

“Are you okay, my king?” Namor had to physically stop himself from wincing at the way you called him by his title instead of his nickname. 

He gave you a tight-lipped smile before leaning down towards you. Usually, he’d give you a small kiss before assuring you that he was alright, something he’d done countless times every time he got home from any of his adventures. But this time, he doesn’t even know if you’d want to be touched. 

“I’m alright in ki’imak óolil.” My joy. He’ll still use it to describe you despite the fact that you have started calling him by his title. 

Though he tried to reassure you, your brows furrowed in great doubt. 

“Then lie on our bed beside me.” You ebbed. 

Namor thought about refusing, knowing he’d put pressure on his bruises. Ones you weren’t able to see in the dark of your shared bedroom. After all, light barely travelled down to this depth of the ocean. But, he decided against it, knowing it would only arouse more suspicion.

So, after hesitating, Namor leaned down again on the soft bed. Only to, once more, groan when his own body weight pushed his wounds against the bed. He then turned to lay on his back. An uncomfortable, yet at this current moment, painless position to sleep in. You frowned at his reaction. 

“You told me you were alright.” You softly muttered, letting your hands glide against his bare skin in a small attempt to comfort him. 

“I am alright, just a couple of bruises that’s all.” He chuckled, his deep voice rumbling against your touch. “Are you worried for me in ki’imak óolil? 

You paused for a moment, the memory of your argument with him replaying fresh in your mind. It caused you to sigh. 

“I always am.” 

That was the reason you wanted to fight by his side. You didn’t want to be the decorated partner of the king, sitting idly in their throne room dealing with needless affairs only to have a soldier come inside one day telling you that your husband has died. Hours after the battle was over. 

You didn’t want that to be you. You wanted to be by his side as he fought. You wanted to either be there if he were to die or to die with him. You didn’t want to stay in your room worried out of your mind every time he leaves the kingdom’s territory. 

You couldn’t take it anymore. 

“I wish I could be there with you. To fight with you. That’s all I ask.” Namor shook his head, his eyes shutting from the fact that this conversation was beginning again. 

“I don’t want you out there.” He started. His voice cracked slightly. The exhaustion of the battle and the lateness of the time had loosened his lips. “I’m sorry about the things I said to you earlier today in ki’imak óolil.”

“I- You aren’t weak, you’re far from it. It takes a strong person to love someone like I.” At his words, you playfully hit his chest. 

“Don’t say that, anyone would be lucky to be called yours.”

Namor chuckled as he slowly moved his hand to hold your chin. He manoeuvred your face to look at him. 

“I think the same way about you, that’s why I can’t have you out there. I can’t-” Namor closed his eyes at the tears that threatened to leave at even the thought of losing you. “I can’t lose you. I can’t even bare the thought of losing you to those savages. I’ll already outlive you.” 

When he opened his eyes to stare at you, you could see the amount of anguish in his eyes. 

“You’ll die before I, so, is it selfish of me to try and keep you safe from any harm? I want to be selfish and take all the years I could from you.” He softly spoke, his lips closing onto yours. 

“Oh, in yakunaj.” My love. You whispered before closing the distance between the two of you. 

Who knew the King of Talocan had such a way with words? Your lips moulded against one another with so much love and adoration for each other that the action itself spoke the words that were left unspoken. Murmurs of apologies, statements of transparency. All of it was said through a single kiss. 

When the two of you pulled away, you leaned your forehead against his. 

“Fine.” you whispered, “I’ll stay out, but you must promise me to always come back to me.” You held his hands tight, “Always.” You strongly stated. 

Namor smiled, pressing another kiss to your lips. 

“I promise.”

#namor #namor x reader #mcu namor x reader #mcu namor #namor the sub mariner x reader #namor the sub mariner #mcu

[writingintheshadowsforever]

Imagine putting up Christmas decorations with Namor

You weren't surprised to find Namor waiting for on the beach, considering you made the trip back home. Without his knowledge while he was asleep, what did catch you off guard was the lack of anger. Even you and him were in a pretty good place, and you figured you had earned his full trust by now. You knew your relationship with him was a tad bit fragile. A solid month had gone by since you had agreed to his marriage proposal and had made Talokan your new home. The adjustment was going better than you thought it would, and while you were getting tired of eating fish every day, You were actually really starting to love the underwater empire.

He frowned at the city of black box in your arms. "What is that?"

"Just a few Christmas decorations." You told him coming to a halt leaving only a few inches between the two of you.

"Christmas" Namor repeated tilting his head to the side in confusion.

"Yeah its a holiday on the surface world I guess it wouldn't make sense for you guys to celebrate it. I just wanted to decorate the cave considering I'm going to spending it down there."

Namor wondered if you were trying to coax him into telling you to stay on land for the big day. But before he could even consider you were shoving the box into his arms, and dashing into the water with laughter. "Race you back home."

He stood there for a solid ten seconds replaying the way you referred to Talokan as home with such a carefree attitude. While he knew you were settling in okay. He didn't think you would become this comfortable this fast. Namor tucked the box under his arm then followed after you in no hurry. You had disappointed beneath the waves by now, but he knew he could catch up to you in no time.

"No way you cheated" You said with a small pout. The two of you were finally back in the underwater cave. Namor set the box on the table in the center of the room, and took a seat on the sofa.

"I didn't in yukunaj I'm just faster than you that's all" He replied with a chuckle.

You shook your head dropping down to your knees by the table to go through the box. Obviously you couldn't put up any lights considering the cave was already perfectly lit up with the ringworms. Shuri offered you some specially made wireless lights, but you turned them down. Deciding it was best to just settle for a few decorations you just throw up on some of the spiky rocks protruding from the cave floor.

"Do you want to help?" You asked Namor who had been watching you pull the decorations from the box with genuine curiosity.

He gave you a small nod.

You went over what you wanted him to put up, and how to do so. Before setting off on to work on one side of the cave while he got the other one. For the next ten minutes you and him worked on the making the cave more festive. You hummed a few Christmas tunes wishing you would've thought to grab something to play music on. It was decided a week ago that you could continue to reside in the underwater cave even after marriage. There was no need for you to be underwater twenty-four seven.

"My princess where do you want this?" Namor asked breaking you out of your train of thought.

You stopped humming to look down at him currently you were floating on a wave of air to reach the cave ceiling. In his hand was a small green plant with a red bow attached to it. Your eyes went wide once you realized what it was, and you lowered yourself to the floor. "Um don't worry about this one we don't need to put it up." You reached for it but he pulled it back.

"Why don't you want to put this one up?" He asked half out of curiosity and the other half being worried. You knew it didn't take much to make him paranoid.

"Its called the mistletoe and there's a meaning behind this one" You told him.

"What's the meaning? Namor continued to push.

You let out a sigh as heat rose up on your face. "If two people are caught under it they have to kiss alright. I use to put them up all over the palace with Shuri to mess with T'Challa." It was when you and Shuri discovered he had feelings for Nakia and had yet to reveal them to her. It was Shuri's plan and you helped her execute it. You wondered if this was him getting back at you for that, because you swore that the mistletoe was the one decoration. You made sure didn't make it into the box.

Namor glanced up at the plant he was holding above your head before his gaze went back to yours. He arched an eyebrow at you.

"No no we don't have to kiss. Its not like tradition I mean it is but we don't have to." You said jumping up to grab the mistletoe out of his hand. Your attempt was successful, and as you turned away to put it back in the box. Namor caught you by the wrist making you pause to look back at him.

"Do you want to?"

Some shifted between the two of you when he asked that question. Up till now while you and Namor had shared a few romantic glances which were far and between. Nothing else had really happened other than the occasional hug instead your relationship with him was being built solely off of conservation. Both of your main concerns was getting you acquainted with Talokan and the people. But his people adored you from day one, and now in their eyes you were the unofficial queen. Last week you made the trip to the city without him one morning to greet everyone.

This question presented you both with the opportunity to cross a boundary. That had been put in place for day one to never be crossed until both of you were comfortable with each other. And as you looked into his softened eyes. You realized that you were more than comfortable with his presence.

You let the plant slip from your fingers and fall to the floor. Your hand slowly caressed his left cheek as Namor leaned into your touch. "Do you want this in yukunaj?" He asked again. This time his voice was just a whisper.

"Yes" You replied softly closing your eyes.

Namor rested his hands on your waist and leaned his head down brushing his lips against yours for a brief second. You leaned forward pressing your lips to his before he could move again. It was as if you sent a current of lightning through his body. When your lips made contact with his, and his grip on your waist tightened a little bit. You brought your other hand up to cup his face. As his lips matched your slow pace both of you wanted this to last as long as possible.

It seemed like the kiss went on forever but in reality it had only been a minute before. You and him finally broke apart at the same time a little out of breath.

"That was nice" You said with a small smile once you had recovered.

Namor responded with a tiny nod his eyes focused on your lips, and without warning he leaned down to place a gentle kiss on them. You kissed back as the same feeling took over your body again. "So what else makes this holiday so special?" He asked after it was over.

"Well we do exchange gifts and I might have one for you" You told him.

His lips quirked up into a small smirk. "And what would that be?"

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[scarlet--wiccan]

Would you say that Magneto trafficked Wanda & Pietro?

Maybe. It’s a valid reading. This period of their lives has been retold several times, so the tone of Magneto's characterization and his dynamic with the twins tends to vary a bit, depending on the telling. If you want to talk about the Silver Age, you can definitely go there, but I think a lot of modern writers would prefer that we look back on that time with a slightly gentler lens.

I would actually really like for SW&Q to address that discrepency head-on. We know that Wanda tends to be very empathetic and forgiving with Magneto, but Pietro doesn't feel the same way, and he shouldn't have to. In the past, Pietro's feelings about Erik have been very wrapped up in comic-book melodrama, but SW&Q has the opportunity to pull back from that and let Pietro say "I have different needs and different boundaries when it comes to this person," and let that be a challenge for Wanda. Her desire to build this happy extended family isn't going to work perfectly for everyone-- we saw a little bit of that with Viv, and allowing that friction to undercut her big healing arc is a really smart way to balance the tone of the story.

Anyways.

I tend to describe it as more of a press-gang situation-- they were forcibly recruited into what could be described as a paramilitary group or, I suppose, a terror cell. They weren't being deceived or led under false pretenses, and I wouldn't necessarily describe fighting for a team you don't want to be on as "exploitation." There was, however, a significant abuse of power and attempted ideological manipulation, on top of the fact that Magneto did isolate the twins and move them across state lines. I think it reads most clearly as trafficking in X-Men #6, when Magneto attempts to... basically use Wanda as bait to recruit Namor.

So, yeah, I wouldn't throw the word around loosely, but you could call it trafficking.

#brotherhood of evil mutants #magneto

[scribble-dribble-writes]

Loveless - (3)

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Pairing: Namor x Shuri

Word Count: 1000

Warning: none

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Chapter 3

He sat on his throne, tiny speckles of light sparkled in the distance. His home, safe and quiet. The ocean’s vaccum lulled around him, but what was once his peace was now his torment. He was locked in a vacuum, alone with his thoughts, that his soul did not find rest after his meeting with her. He had always wondered if he even had a soul, the surface beings cursed him so and he believed it. He looked out to the mount above which they watched the sunrise together. He believed it until she said what he had built here was beautiful. No one without a soul, cannot bring forth beauty, so if he could in some small hidden sense. Then maybe the humanity his mother had bestowed in him was still alive. He attended the meetings and kept the peace, the surface world wasn’t coming but he could feel it brewing. And if it did, he had a lot more to protect now. He had to protect her, the people above that he hurt. But how could he begin to make amends when all this while he spent his time being the only kingdom under the sea. He had never once needed to make allies before, he was in new territory himself.

Haiti was a comfortable solace but her heart and mind were in Wakanda. How could she not worry? She trusted M’baku would be a valiant leader until she was ready to take the throne but her people were always on her mind. Did they truly miss her presence? Or was it just another one of his lies? She couldn’t distinguish him, his words but when he looked at her, his eyes didn’t tend to lie. And they mirrored the same pain she felt last night.

“You were out longer than usual last night.”, Nakiya wiped her hands in a towel as she walked out of the kitchen. “Yes, the ocean breeze felt peaceful.”, Shuri responded, sipping her hot drink as she watched Toussaint play in the backyard. Nakiya hummed but Shuri felt her warm hand on her shoulder. “You know I’m here if you want to talk.”, she said and Shuri turned to her. The only family she had left now. “I know.”, she smiled wearily. This moment just like the one when her mother took her to the bush, her voice whispered into her ear, “You need to sit with me here and let it go.”. If only handling emotions and grief had an accurate equation or detailed steps for completion, she would know what to do, but this was difficult.

She would hold her nephew and see the resemblance of her brother. She’ll walk out to the garden to shed tears in silence. She would often be lost in thought, with nothing much to do here, she was following her mother’s advice. She sat with it, only that she wasn’t in the bush but now listened to the rustling waves. It brought her comfort, the vastness of it, that the pain she felt now was only but a pebble in the depths of the ocean. She could throw out her thoughts over the water like skipping stones and they’ll sink away from her. Life would have been easier if she had the answer to everything but that particular trail of thought led her back to him and that cave.

That moment, when she leaned in and his gaze dropped to her lips, just like last night, he told her then “ I don’t have an answer for that question.”, it comforted her in a way no one else could. He didn’t confront her or chide her to let go and move on. Rather he acknowledged the fact that even in his long life, there were some questions you did not have a solution for. That no amount of rapid emergency tests and evasive defense mechanisms could protect her world. Sometimes things fail and we don’t know why. She inhaled deeply, the salt air filling her lungs to the brim and then let go. It was a moment they shared, a secret in a secret world no knew existed with a man no one had ever heard about. If Tchalla was alive, he would have teased her relentlessly, he would have known to strike the right deal with Namor to get him to comply. All the conflict, would have been averted and she could have spent time learning more about Talokan, about him.

Small seas shells were littered around her, she picked up a few in her hands admiring the shimmer on them, just like the cloak he wore and his gold collar. She laughed, the sound feeling foreign in her mouth, the weight being cast off into the sea as she stood up. Tchalla would have admired this new king. Her laugh turned into a reminiscing smile, she was getting there, feeling lighter than before, that with every passing day, her love persevered. She skipped the sea shell over the waves as they disappeared with a plunk. She had affairs to discuss, tensions to ease. So instead of wasting this time, she will use it, to learn to be happy again.

He heard the whispers first, the element in his hand came alive with a hum. He picked it up and placed the aperture of the shell over his ear. The ocean churned, the darkness spoke, whales sang and through it a glimmer of light, a sound so angelic that it could piece him back together, his scars could heal, her laugh reverberated through it and he held it closer. He felt a smile form on his own face, he sat back in his seat, left undisturbed to listen to the first glimpse of her joy, a glimpse of hope that what had been fractured was now healing. If his distance did her good, then he planned on continuing it, a price to pay for his actions but right this second, this moment. He held it with him so preciously. He took another shell to copy this message into, a smaller one that he can carry with him or wear like a charm.

The happiness faded when his cousin approached him, her eyes landing on the shell in his hands and the gleam of joy in his eyes. She held herself in a manner the emotions on her face could not be read but he knew she was not impressed. “You have been called upon by the Talokan council, k’uk’ulkan.”, she said as he latched the shell onto his collar. His life beckoned him.

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stars aligned // Namor/deaf!reader

chapter 3

Warnings: no warnings in this one

Synopsis: Namor and Namora share an interesting conversation while Thulile gets slightly more comfortable in her captivity.

Word count: 1k 

Additional notes: as a holiday gift to everyone, I decided to post one more chapter for today! I’ll be taking the next few days off for the holiday but I’ll be posting soon! Thanks for reading, and happy holidays!!

Yucatec Maya:

In ajawo’ - my king

ka’a suku’un - cousin

le mareas le destino cambiarán ti' le Kukulkan ka le ku desafía u k'aay sirena ku pare tu taan leti' - the tides of fate will shift for the Kukulkan when the one who defies the siren’s call stands before him

In disculpas - my apologies

ch.1. ch.2. 

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Namor stepped into his private sanctum. Almost every wall was adorned with hand painted murals of his own creations. Namor stepped around his table with different paints and parchments covered in every kind of swatch of various colors. His dark eyes cast down to his wrist, seeing the dark beads he’d picked off his prisoner. His very fascinating prisoner, for a land-dweller. 

“How did she write it…Thulile, that was it,” Namor grumbled to himself. 

Of course he couldn’t forget such a name, it was like something he never had and yet it had his full attention. A fact equally attributed to its holder. Namor would be a fool to ignore that his prisoner was easy on the eyes with a fiery stubbornness to match. But that’s all these were, observations. Nothing more. 

Namor picked up his palette and brush, returning to his latest unfinished mural. However the ancient king wouldn’t be allowed to sink into his focus when one of his prized generals stepped into the hut, announcing her arrival. 

“In ajawo’,” Namora held her hands open in their custom, “may I approach?” 

Namor held a smile, never taking his eyes away from the mural, before nodding, “of course, general. What do you need from me?” 

“We should discuss the prisoner,” Namora said. 

“What of it?” Namor said, pretending to be disinterested. 

“You could not of seen it, in ajawo’,” Namora watched her king carefully, “it is exactly how the prophecy said.” 

The brush in Namor’s gentle hand stopped centimeters from the stone before he placed it back on the palette with a sigh. 

“Not with this again, ka’a suku’un,” Namor placed the palette on the table, “that prophecy was a silly bedtime story, you know this.” 

“How could you say that? Fen saw it for herself, spoke of it on her deathbed,” Namora argued. “le mareas le destino cambiarán ti' le Kukulkan ka le ku desafía u k'aay sirena ku pare tu taan leti'.”

“Yes, I know it just as well,” Namor waved dismissively. 

“Then you see it the same as I do, my king,” Namora placed her hand on the table. “You are not blind, and neither was Fen.” 

Namor smiled cynically, “yes, I can not deny my mother’s dying words, but that still doesn’t change the danger in such fantastical words. The tides will change, that could very well spell the end of Talokanil as we know it. No, I will not risk our people and our home over a silly fairytale.” 

Namora frowned before standing straight once more, “well, I will honor that.” 

“I wish to honor that I do not want to speak of this again,” Namor said, removing the kimoyo beads from his wrist, “prepare a small militia, it’s time to move out.” 

Namora watched as Namor walked past her to exit the hut, “may I ask where we are headed.” 

“Wakanda,” Namor smirked. 

-> 

Back in her cell, Thulile was turning it nearly upside down. She looked in every nook and cranny, looking for a weak point or something to tinker together. After her tireless search, Thulile let out a frustrated wail, throwing her hands up. There was absolutely nothing to be found besides the swinging hammock. 

Next Thulile tried the bars. She tried everything, squeezing between them, prying them open and picking the lock with a small bobby pin that somehow wasn’t washed away. Nothing worked. Thulile let out another wail as she banged against the bars, letting her hang in defeat. Thulile tried her best to calm her breathing but the panic wasn’t going away. Thousands of thoughts shot through her mind.

‘So there’s been a secret civilization of blue people at the bottom of the ocean for gods know how long with a king with pointy ears and feathers for feet. What’s tough to understand?’ Thulile thought. 

Too lost in her thoughts, Thulile didn’t realize a woman approached her cell. The masked blue woman looked at Thulile with an amused smile before gently tapping on her hand. Thulile jumped back, throwing her hands up in defense only to see the young servant standing there. The servant giggled at Thulile’s reaction. Thulile looked over the woman, sensing her softer demeanor. 

“You are Thulile, yes?” the woman said kindly. 

Thulile squinted, reading the woman’s lips before nodding. 

“My english is rocky, in disculpas,”the woman gestured to a woven basket she held in her hands, “I’ve been asked to give you these.” 

Thulile watched as the woman placed the basket in front of the bars before stepping back. Thulile looked at the woman again before approaching the basket like an animal scouting out the danger. Thulile pulled the clothes out of the basket and brought them to her chest. Thulile blinked in confusion as the woman opened the palms of her hands, one of the other, and bowed her head. 

“May a KuKulkan bless you, prophesied one,” the woman said. 

The woman smiled and walked away. Thulile, successfully confused, tried to wave the woman down to no avail. Thulile sighed while unfolding the metaphorical olive branch. Thulile blinked in shock seeing it fold out into a dress of intricate details. It was beautifully made, woven in shells and seaglass into beautiful archaic patterns reminiscent of the Maya.  Thulile looked around in disbelief, feeling there had been some sort of mistake. 

‘Is this how they dress all of their prisoners?’ Thulile thought. 

Nevertheless, she needed to get out of her soaked clothes. Taking another gaze around to make sure there weren’t any prying eyes, Thulile began to undress down to her undergarments. Thulile couldn’t help the shiver that cast over her body giving way to gooseflesh. Quickly Thulile threw on the dress, grateful for its long sleeves and how it dropped down to her ankles. Thulile twisted around, nodding at the craftsmanship. 

Thulile twisted her locs hair up into a messy bun as her mind replayed the servant’s strange words. She spoke of a prophecy, more than that, that she herself was prophesied. Thulile felt her mind become dizzy before collapsing back on the hammock. 

‘Madder and madder it gets…Bast, make sense of this mess.’ 

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