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elkleggs · 2 years
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musette22 · 1 year
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Minne, do you have any recommendations for Wakanda husband Stucky fics?
I do! I'm sure I have more than this, but I need to finish packing so I can't spend too long searching right now, sorry! But I hope you like these:
Let this be light work by caughtinanocean
not a language but a map by magdaliny
Under the Dome by @paper-storm
My Working Week and My Sunday Rest by pineapplecrushface
Lonesome no more by @dharmasharks
Wakanda You Be My Valentine? by kickflaw
You're a Peach by Deisderium
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cinnamoncascadian · 1 year
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Additional Tags: benign life experiences, Trees Summary:
Steve Rogers is a terrible tourist, and a lousy house guest.
Bucky Barnes waters his plants and tries his best.
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set in that sweet spot between Black Panther and Infinity War, in a little valley in Wakanda
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multific · 11 months
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The Same Mistake
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K'uk'ulkan x Reader
A/N: Alternate version of Second Chance. 
You were once a Queen, now you were a traitor. 
The people who used to respect and love you, turned against you and chased you out of the water.
Along with the love of your life, K'uk'ulkan or you should probably call him, Namor.
The man who once loved you more than anything. The man who promised you everything.
Turned against you all because you refused to fight. 
He was ready for a war against Wakanda and the entire world. He wanted to burn it all down. He wanted you by his side. 
But you refused.
And so, you were chased away.
Thankfully, the Wakandans were extremely kind people, Shuri offered you a home near the river. Even if you told her you couldn't return to the water.
Namor said he would personally come to kill you if you do.
And so, you and your baby had to learn to live above water.
Your baby, as you often ran your hand down your belly, was the very reason you refused to participate in the fights.
Your baby was the reason you didn't wish to burn the world along with Namor. 
You refused to give birth to your child and bring them to a world of misery and pain.
If because of that, you were said to be a traitor, so be it.
When you refused to fight, your child was only a suspicion of yours, you weren't sure if you were really pregnant or not.
Wakanda was even kind enough to guide you to a lake. A lake not connected to any other water, in there you gave birth to your daughter.
Your beautiful daughter who looked just like your husband.
She became your everything. It broke your heart that she might never see Talokan.
But you will try your best to show her that not all people on the surface are bad.
Once she was of age, you often brought her with you to the market. Almost everyone knew the little Princess by now. Kindly named after her grandmother, Fen was a true ray of sunshine.
She was only two months old, but she was already laughing and giggling at everyone.
But she did look a lot like her father.
Her ears pointy as his, but she didn't have any wings on her ankles. She had your smile and nose, but his eyes. She was a spitting image of her father.
Which really gave you a big challenge.
You tried to hate Namor. Tried to resent him for sending you away and for tearing himself away from a child he didn't even know existed.
But you had to be strong for Fen and for yourself.
Shuri often invited you over to the palace. Just casually talking as she showed you her newest projects.
Much like today. 
Nakia took your baby from you so you could have a couple quiet moments.
You laughed along with Shuri when the door busted open. Okoye followed in two Talokan soldiers.
"As I said, she is busy!" Okoye yelled at the three men. 
"Princess. We wish to speak." said Namor.
You were frozen in your seat. The entire room went quiet as you refused to look at him.
"I'll take my leave." you quickly said before turning to run out and find Nakia and your daughter.
Even just being near him was extremely difficult.
You soon found your daughter as you took her into your arms and ran out of the palace. But of course, it wasn't that easy, because just as you were about to leave, Namor was standing in the doorway, still talking to Shuri but everyone noticed you.
You slightly tightened your grip around your daughter as you tried to work your way around the two soldiers. 
But of course, it was more difficult than it needed to be.
Your daughter was getting fussy as the man in front of you still didn't move.
"Let me leave." you begged in your native language, but the soldier didn't move.
"You are holding a true treasure," said Namor behind you. Thankfully, you were hiding her from the people around you, covering her ears.
"I'm only a traitor, let me leave." you asked once more but no one moved. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Namor approaching you from behind as she took a step closer to you, trying to see your baby.
You suddenly turned and looked into his eyes.
The same eyes your daughter had.
"Let me leave." you said once more before Namor nodded and the soldier moved, you rushed out.
"She married someone?" asked Namor from Shuri who refused to answer instead she turned and walked back to her lab.
But the thought didn't leave Namor.
You were the love of his life, yet you found someone else so quickly. He felt betrayed on a whole new level. 
And in his anger, which blinded him greatly, he went to your home. Ready to kill the man who dared to take you from him.
He swam up the river and easily found you, he could hear you sing softly as he approached the window. He was flying as he looked inside, hiding in the dark night, he watched you, your child on your shoulder, sleeping as you bounced her.
Then as you turned Namor saw her ears. The little ears which looked exactly like his.
And suddenly, it all made sense.
You put Fen to bed before returning to the living room, ready to clean up when you nearly jumped out of your skin as you noticed Namor standing by the opened balcony door.
"I never entered your waters! You have to leave!" you said but he didn't move.
You noticed how his eyes changed. His expression was completely different from the previous one. No more anger can be seen. 
"Why didn't you tell me I have a daughter?" you were taken aback. Did he see her before? Or did he come here for revenge and saw? 
Probably the latter, knowing him.
"You told me if I enter the water again, you would personally come to kill me. And you wouldn't hesitate."
"I thought you knew, I would never hurt you. I felt betrayed."
"How do you think I felt? One disagreement with you, and you sent me away. Declared me a traitor. I wasn't sure that I was pregnant. I didn't know back then. But I refused to give birth to a child into a burning world." he stayed quiet. "Please don't take her from me." you whispered, trying not to break down as you finally let fear enter you. 
He was powerful, more powerful than you, a God.
He could do anything he wanted.
Your statement seems to strike him.
"I could never. I thought you found someone else, and got over our centuries-old love so easily, I'm happy I was wrong. I thought... we tried so much... I thought we couldn't have children."
"I wasn't expecting it either. But when I showed signs... you were talking about a fight and war." when you sensed to anger in him, you also calmed. "Do you want to see her?" it didn't take him long to say yes.
You guided him to her room, in there she slept in her little crib.
"She is just like you, but she can go far longer than you without water."
"What's her name?"
"She was named after a very strong and kind woman. Her name is Fen." you watched as he reached out, running a finger down her face.
"After my mother... she is beautiful." 
"She is a very happy baby. Always smiling and giggling at people."
There was a couple minutes of silence when he just kept staring at her. 
"You need to return to Talokan. She needs to be with her people."
"No." he suddenly turned to look at you. "You sent me away, you said you don't want me anymore, that you don't love me anymore. I can't put her through the same."
"It was anger and fear talking not me. I never stopped loving you." 
"You say that now, but what happens when we have another disagreement?"
"Do you still love me?" he suddenly asked.
"I do. But I need to think of her as well. If you throw us out or me out... I wouldn't survive that." he moved to stand in front of you.
"I swear to you, on my own life on our people's lives on the secrecy of Talokan that this will never happen again. Ever." he could tell you were still unsure.
"I will stay here with her, you could come and visit. I want you to prove it to me, to us, you will need to gain my trust again." he nodded, understanding your decision. 
"I will come every day when I can." you nodded this time.
He spent a couple more minutes looking at her before he left.
You were so nervous, you decided to sleep with her in your bathtub. 
The fear of him taking her from you was too big.
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As he promised, he arrived the next day, although you weren't in your home. He decided to wait.
He soon saw you return with your daughter in one hand, the other holding a bag of food. 
Fen was currently too occupied with your necklace to see the man.
"Let me get that for you." he said as he took the bag from your hand, his eyes never leaving his daughter. "She looks like you." he said as he followed you into the home.
"I think she looks more like you." You whispered as you began to prepare some lunch. 
"I can hold her if you want, so you can move around." he saw your grip tighten around Fen. "You think I would take her from you? You think of me as a monster who would separate a mother from their child?"
"You separated me from my home, my people and from my husband." your reply cut deep with him. But he couldn't deny the truth. "But you also know that I wouldn't stop at anything if you do take her from me."
"I won't take her from you. And I do know what you are capable of, yes." with that, you slowly lifted her off of your hip, she made a noise of confusion before she looked at the stranger to who she was handed to.
"Hello, My Little One. I'm your father, I'm sorry I wasn't here before." Fen was quiet, was too quiet, it was completely uncharacteristic of her. It did worry you but soon her attention drifted to Namor's necklaces. "She is much like you. You also adore my jewels," he smirked as he looked at you but you were too busy preparing lunch.
He knew that with these small steps, he will be able to get you back. And he will make sure to never make the same mistake again. 
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Imagine being Namor's Wife and and stopping him from killing Queen Ramonda
Side Note: After Black Panther Wakanda Forever first came out someone posted. This fic idea saying someone should write it I was kind of inspired by never got around to it. Well here it is and to the original person who came up with it. I hope you enjoy.
Italics is english translation.
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No one had seen where you come from. One minute it was the thick glass window between Namor and Queen Ramonda with the two locked into an intense staring contest.
Namor eyes filled with anger as his gaze turned to the young girl.
Queen Ramonda refused to back down reaching out a hand to move Riri behind her. Hiding the young girl from his prying eyes.
The action just fuel his burning desire for revenge and war even more. Namor let out a raging cry bringing his spare up, and Queen Ramonda stood her ground watching him preparing to stab through the window. She was confident the glass would hold and even if it didn't. The King of Talokan would still have to strike her down first before she let him touch the girl.
The spear was getting closer and closer to her face and then Namor paused his attack. The tip of his weapon resting inches from your nose as you stood before him arms crossed with a raised eyebrow.
"In yukanj" He whispered in surprise his eyes softening at your sudden appearance.
"Yes my love its me your lovely wife who entrusted you with one simple task. One that you promised me you could handle alone while I went off to lead the Americans astray to buy us more time." You scolded him shaking your head in disappointment. You wanted to be surprised by your husband's actions, but unfortunately you couldn't be. His hatred for mankind and the surface world had always been insatiable. It was your patience, his love and respect for you that kept those intrusive thoughts of invading world on land at bay.
You always hoped overtime maybe Namor would gain a new perspective on humans. But you should've known it was never going to happen especially with. The lack of sympathy after the events of Thanos invading Earth. Talokan had been affected by the snap as well, and you wanted to join the fight. Namor insisted that both of you stay out of it as it was a surface world problem. You should've seen all this coming your heart clenched at the sight of. All the destruction your husband and the Talokan's army had brought upon Wakanda.
It wasn't right. Countless lives lost for no reason. The murderous look you sent towards Namora and Attuma had both Generals cowering in fear. They called off the rest of the army and disappeared in the depths of the ocean without a word. You were going to deal with them later.
"Invadieron k otoch in yaakunaj kíins juntúul u le nuestros." He explained lowering his spear back to his side. They invaded our home my love killed one of our own.
Ti' ka' ta wuk'aj u princesa. Le k'áate' paal le Reina yéetel le ts'o'ok u internet ichil k'i'ik'el." You argued back pointing a finger over your shoulder at the woman behind you. After you took their Princess. The Queen's only child and the last of her bloodline.
Namor frowned. "Bix a wojel tales ba'alo'ob?" How do you know such things?
"Querías u Wakanda ka Talokan u convirtieran ti' aliados ti', máasima'. Tin tukultaj u sería útil mantener k'iin yéetel." You wanted Wakanda and Talokan to become allies right. I thought it would be helpful to stay up to date on information.
Namor scoffed earning a raised eyebrow at you. He hovered around you to land on the platform as well. "Wa k meentik u sometan ta To'one', Talokan yaan u sukbenilo'ob asab poderosa ti' le yóok'ol kaaba'. U yaalab le yóok'ol kaaba' le superficie caerá le kan k'iin." If we make them submit to us Talokan will be the most powerful nation in the world. The rest of the surface world will fall when the day comes.
A loud clapping noise filled the air and even the Wakandans heard it. As well as they witnessed your hand come up to smack Namor across the face. The stinging slap had his left cheek turning red.
His head snapped to the side from the force of it, and you waited for him to turn back to you with guilt in his eyes.
"Ku suponía u debías negociar jump'éel tratado Jets' óolal yéetel leti'ob. Utia'al u pudieran wáantik ti' le estadounidenses alejados ti' k wotoch. Tu cambio ta meentaj jump'éel rabieta bey juntúul chan xi'ipal petulante ka u negaron ceder." You were supposed to negotiate a peace treaty with them. So they could help keep the Americans away from our home. Instead you threw a tantrum like a petulant child when they refused to yield.
"In yakunaj" He pleaded with you.
"No Namor we talked about this" You said backing him away from him to run a hand through your wet hair. Your eyes drifted to the people standing before you. All of them regarded you with wonder and suspicion. The damage your husband caused wasn't beyond repair, but it was going to take a lot. For starters he had to be on the same page as you.
You went over to him to cup his face between your hands lifting his face back up. "Wakanda ka Talokan serán imparables wa k unimos bey juntúul chéen, ba'ale' ma' u páajtal meentik jump'éel alianza ichil le desconfianza yéetel le odio. Yaan k k'aax le bey chíikbesik." Wakanda and Talokan will be unstoppable if we come together as one, but you can't build an alliance off the back of distrust and hatred. We have to treat them as our own.
Namor closed his eyes and sighed "I'm sorry."
"You need to tell them that" You instructed nodding your head in the Queen's direction.
You took a step back watching as Namor turned to face Queen Ramonda, her daughter Shuri, and their guards. He laid his spear down on the platform and backed away placing the palms of his hands together and curling his fingers in.
Inside The Palace
Shuri reached out grasping her mother's arm. "I think he is surrendering."
"How can we be sure? Who is the woman?" Queen Ramonda questioned.
"The woman is his wife. He told she wanted peace between Talokan and Wakanda." Shuri explained meeting your soft eyes that seem to bore into her soul inviting her into your own world. She felt as if she could trust you.
You gave her a small apologetic smile and followed suit with giving her Talokan greeting.
"What does that mean?" Nakia asked this time a bit unsure.
"She's saying hello and maybe sorry at the same time. She wants to talk and I think we should listen." Shuri told them.
"I don't think that would be a wise idea" M'Baku voiced his concern.
Queen Ramonda watched as Namor stood by your side with his weapon still at his feet. Gone was the hatred in his eyes replaced now with shame as he barely met her gaze. You had that effect on him. If you were anything like your husband. She could possibly be injured or even worse dead by now.
"We will hear them out" She announced.
Everyone in the throne room let out collective gasps expect Shuri.
"Just one more question though" Okoye started waiting till Shuri turned to her.
"Where has she been all this time?"
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spiderispunk · 1 year
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Warmth
Pairing: M’Baku x Wakandan!Reader
Word Count: 2.4k 
Warnings: Fem!Reader. Black!Reader. Smut (18+). Unprotected Sex. Fingering. Dirty Talk. Fluff. 
Summary: Soft morning sex with M’Baku to keep warm. That’s it. That’s the whole fic. 
A/N: Nothing but respect for my king. Hope you all enjoy this smutty fantasy. It’s my first time writing for M’Baku, so I’m a little nervous. I also edited this in like 10 minutes, so all mistakes are my own. 
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M’Baku is warm in the mornings. Especially compared to the cold air of the bedroom that surrounds you. 
Being from the River Tribe yourself, you’re still getting used to the permafrost that covers every inch of the Jabari lands. Harsh and unforgiving, it sinks into your skin, and settles deep into your bones. The cold nights and even colder mornings are jarring. And though you probably won’t mention it out loud, though you’re sure your perceptive husband already knows, the endless peaks of snowy mountains sometimes make you miss the warm, flat soil of your old valley home. 
Still, you wouldn’t trade your love for M’Baku for all the endless summers in the world. Even when your toes and fingers feel stiff and frozen, and you never think you’ll be warm again. 
Pale sunlight filters through the skylight above your bed, splintering on the glass and refracting on the walls in little swatches of rainbow. Though it gently strokes your skin, it’s weak and hardly warms you. It does, however, illuminate the hulking form of your husband. Not that the king needs the feeble rays to announce his presence, his snoring does that for him. 
You stretch, stirring your heavy limbs. A bad idea. Freezing air infiltrates the warm nest of furs piled on top of you. You shiver, and your body stiffens in protest. You curse under your breath, the chattering of teeth accompanying the colorful language. 
Bast only knows how the Jabari first survived this all those years ago, with only their hard heads and proud hearts to keep them warm. 
“You would keep the heat in if you stopped moving,” M’Baku mumbles sleepily. You can hear the amusement in his voice, warm and rich like chocolate. “Go back to sleep.” 
You huff under your breath. “I can’t.” You flex your toes, feeling the twist of soft fur. “It’s too cold.” 
M’Baku rolls onto his stomach and wordlessly lifts his arm. You slide into his embrace thankfully. He settles above you, a furnace in his own right. With his weight on top of you and his dewy breath in your ear, you almost allow yourself to sink deep into the syrupy waves of unconsciousness. That is, until your husband decides to open his mouth. 
“How is that?” He asks, body rumbling with the deep vibration of his voice. 
“Better,” you mumble, sleeping tugging heavy on your eyelids. 
“You know, this would be much easier if you were naked,” M’Baku whispers in your ear, voice raspy from the last fading traces of sleep.  
You can’t help the shudder that goes down your spine. “I doubt that.” You try to keep your tone even, but you suspect your husband heard the slight hitch in your voice from the grin pressed against your cheek. 
“No, no. Skin to skin is very effective,” he insists, one large hand sliding under the bottom of your nightgown. 
The corners of your lips tug upwards. “And how would you know that, Lord M’Baku? Who have you kept warm with this, hm, skin to skin method?” 
M’Baku clears his throat. “I’ve heard about it. The, uh soldiers…they talk.” He kisses the skin behind your ear. “Shall we give it a try? Hm, ikumkani wam?” He slips one of the straps from your shoulder and presses a kiss there as well. The scrape of his beard against your skin has your mind slipping to other things, though you’re sure M’Baku’s mind has wandered there as well. 
“And if I’m still cold afterwards?” You ask, the words saccharine and coy, dripping off of your tongue like honey.
He lifts his head so you can see the glimmer in the depths of his dark eyes. “Then I suppose we would have to try a different tactic.” 
You sit up to let him pull the nightgown over your head and fall back against the soft bed. M’Baku’s eyes roam over the soft curves of your body, lit by the gentle sunlight. Your skin looks like honeyed whiskey. Like onyx glinting at noon. Polished mahogany and clay. He drinks you in, and you do the same. 
Your gaze sliding over the rounded peaks of his shoulders. Down the expanse of his chest to his belly, and then dipping further still. To the hard flesh of his cock, stiff against your inner thigh. 
M’Baku likes to sleep naked. The way Hanuman intended, he says, and you’re not complaining. It gives you easy access. Easy access for your eyes to gawk at him. To appreciate the way his shoulders roll when he stretches. Easy access for your fingers to skim over his soft skin. To feel the heat of his body pressed tightly against yours.  
Easy access to do other things, like slide your hand down his stomach and wrap around his cock. 
“What are you doing, my love?” He murmurs, eyelids sliding shut. 
“Keeping you warm.” 
“Mm, I thought that was supposed to be my job.” 
You look up at him, a smile growing on your face. “Then come keep me warm, my king.” 
M’Baku lowers himself over you with a short snort of laughter. “Yes, ikumkani wam.” 
His lips meet yours, slow and sweet at first. Bringing a warmth that unfurls in your belly like the comfort of the first sip of tea. The rich, sharp taste of wine after a long day. His warrior’s hands are gentle on your body, calloused fingertips skimming over your jaw. Tilting your head to the side so he can kiss you deeper, press his tongue into the seam of your mouth. 
And then the kiss grows faster, heated. The press of his lips more insistent. The warmth of his tongue fills you, eagerly tasting each and every moan that bubbles up from your throat. The press of his fingers hard against your skin. Stripping you down, squeezing and pulling you closer. A hand over your breast, palm scraping your nipple. The other gripping your thigh, using it for leverage to rut against your stomach. 
You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, and let M’Baku press you deeper into the bed. 
His lips leave yours and carve a path over your body. Down your throat. Across your shoulder. Over the peaks of your breasts, with a detour to suck on your puckered nipples. His tongue laves over your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake, and wetness pooling between your thighs. 
M’Baku fits his hand between your legs, and plays with your folds. “Glory to Hanuman,” he breathes against your chest. “An offering all for me?” His fingers swirl around your clit, then dip to press against your entrance. 
You arch your back, legs spreading of their own accord. An invitation. One he accepts willingly. 
He slides a finger into your cunt, breaking you open for him. You mewl, a heady warmth sliding through you at the slow press of his fingers. His name falls off of your lips. A quiet puff of air in the vast expanse of the room. 
M’Baku curls his finger, fucking you open in broad strokes. His thumb circles your clit at a leisurely pace. He’s in no hurry. Content to watch you twitch and shudder under his touch. To behold the display of hedonism splayed out across furs and cotton. He would much rather pass the day with you, tangled in the sheets. Taking his time to unravel you bit by bit, over and over again. 
Let the council wait. They couldn’t do anything without him.
He is king, after all. And as king, his job was to take care of his queen. 
“Are you feeling warm yet, my love?” Your husband asks, sliding a second finger inside of you.  
The burn of the stretch is intoxicating. In no time, you feel as though you are floating on clouds. Ascending to the heavens. 
You want more. You need more. You need him. His weight on top of you. His cock inside of you. Pushing and pushing, taking and taking. Giving until you’re spent. 
“I’m still a little cold,” you say, and though you try to play it coy, the desire is embarrassingly clear in your voice. 
M’Baku chuckles. “Well, we cannot have that, can we?” He asks. “How should I warm you?”
“Make love to me, M’Baku” you whisper, wrapping your hand around his cock again. You guide him towards the wanting warmth of your cunt. 
“Mm. Yes, my queen.” M’Baku spreads your legs wider and situates himself between your thighs.
His lips brush over yours as he thrusts forward, letting the head of his cock slide against your clit. He groans at the warmth of you coating his aching cock; the soft skin of your thighs caging him in, urging him closer. His hips roll forward again, and again, and again, until he’s completely covered in you. 
You sigh against his parted mouth, lifting your hips up to meet his next thrust. “Please,” you beg. You long to feel him move inside you. To be joined, one body, one soul. 
M’Baku shushes you, his hand sliding down  your stomach. He holds you in place as he fills you with one slow stroke. 
Your jaw drops, and you choke at the sensation. So full. Of love. Of him. The air in your lungs exits in a pitiful whine as M’Baku pushes into you completely. You scratch at his shoulders, scrabbling to pull him closer. 
M’Baku moans, low and gravelly, as the warmth of your cunt envelopes him. The hand not holding you still fists into the pillow beside your head. An anchor keeping him present. Keeping him contained. He curses quietly, eyes screwing shut. 
“Bast,” you pant. “You feel so good inside me, kumkani wam.” 
M’Baku’s hips snap forward at the sound of his official title falling from your lips. “Be careful, my love, or this will be over much sooner than we’d want.”
“I don’t care.” You grab his hip, trying to urge him forward. “I want you. All of you.” 
He kisses your chin, but doesn’t budge. “And I want you.” 
“Then take me.” You grind your own hips upwards, desperate for some kind of friction. “I’m yours.”
“Relax, my love.” M’Baku draws his hips backwards. “I will take care of you.”
And take care of you he does. His thrusts, though languid at first, are hard and deep. They would have pushed you up the bed if your lover hadn’t been holding you in place. M’Baku curls his body over you, pinning you down so that all you can do is take all that he gives. And he gives so much. 
He is all around you. Warm like the summer rains of your homeland. His lips caressing your skin. Sweeping down your neck and across your shoulders. His skin pressed against yours. Heat burrowing its way into your skin. Magma settling low in your stomach, spreading into your veins, bursting on the tip of your tongue. His body rolls against yours like ocean waves. Threatening to capsize you. To drown you. 
M’Baku is grinding now, just the way you like it. He hooks his arm under your leg. Spreading you apart so his hips can brush your clit with every thrust. Now the fire burns over your skin. Leaving uncontrollable decimation in its wake.  
You cry out, nails scratching against his arms, and M’Baku smiles. 
“There you are.” He kisses you messily. “Is this what you wanted, my queen?” 
You nod. “Don’t stop.” 
“Oh, I won’t stop, my love.” His hips speed up a little. “Not when you’re so close. I want to watch you fall apart on my cock. I want all of Jabari Land, all of Wakanda, to know how their king pleasures his queen. Will you tell them, my love? Hm? Will you shout my name for all to hear?” 
“Yes. Oh yes. Just–ah– just don’t stop. I’m going to come.” You arch into his touch, your orgasm so maddeningly close. 
“Show me,” he murmurs, lifting your leg higher to change the angle, and it’s all over.
Light bursts behind your eyelids. Static fills your senses. You come with a broken wail, sharp cries of fuckfuckfuck and M’Baku and kumkani wam filling the air. M’Baku fucks you through your orgasm steadily, not stopping, even when the peak of your first crests into a smaller, but still earth-shattering, second. 
His voice fills your ear. Gentle praises of how beautiful you are when you come, of how good your cunt feels squeezing around him. Filthy promises of his own impending orgasm– to fill you up until you were dripping, to keep it there inside of you, to watch it slide onto the sheets, and to fuck it back inside of you. 
“I want it,” you say desperately. “I want all of it. Please, M’Baku. I want to feel you inside of me.” 
M’Baku groans, fingers digging into your thigh. He kisses you deeply, burying his own strangled cry in your mouth. His hips stutter, hard thrusts growing sloppy. He can only grunt out a warning before he’s spilling his warmth inside of you. 
It feels never ending. Your body seizes, legs wrapping around his waist to hold him there. M’Baku rocks against you, riding out the wave of his orgasm. His lips brush your cheek, muttering nonsensical phrases against your skin. He sags on top of you, holding you close as your heartbeats return to normal. 
“Do you think they heard us?” M’Baku grins sheepishly. 
“Isn’t that what you wanted?” You tease, limbs relaxing as the world begins to fade around you. 
“Mmm,” he answers. “How are you, my love? Do you think you could sleep now?” 
You nod weakly. Exhaustion already tugs heavily at your eyelids. Between the sex and the comforting weight of his body, you could be out in mere seconds. 
“Good,” he whispers. “Sleep. And when you wake I promise I will be ready to make love to you again.” 
“What about your council meeting?” You ask. “Your duties as king?” 
“My duty as king is to keep you happy and warm.” He yawns, and rests his chin against the top of your head. “The council will just have to wait until we are done.” He says, sleep already lacing into the edges of his voice.  
M’Baku makes good on his word when you awake some few hours later. Several times, in fact.  
He is king after all. And a good king always keeps his promises.
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whaddayadothatfor · 1 year
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An Overwhelming Hunger
“You’ve had a stressful day, my love. What can I do for you?”
“I am hungry,” Namor replied, staring at you through his brow. “But not for food.”
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Pairing: Reader x Namor
Summary: BP:WF complete AU (T’Challa isn’t dead and Namor didn’t kill the Queen) Namor has decided to attend peace talks with Wakanda to avoid war with the powerful nation. However, when frustrations towards his diplomatic mission grow, you decide to help him destress in the best way you know how. Namor, however, has other plans.
Warnings, content: fluff, smut, bondage, overstim, committed relationship, unedited
AN: Hey y’all! Just trying to get into the flow of things and see what works and what doesn’t. I hope y’all like it.
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You had been here for hours. A pillow tucked underneath the small of your back, your hands tied to one of the posts on your headboard, and your panties stuffed in your mouth. The sheets underneath you were warm to the touch and soaked with your sweat. Your hair tussled from writhing against the sheets and makeup smudged from the tears streaming down your face, and you were sure you looked a mess. But you knew Namor only the saw your state of undress as the result of his handiwork.
You knew this because he had told you as much when you expressed discontent at how ridiculous you must’ve looked earlier. He reassured you that you were the most lovely woman in his Kingdom and any other. He made it clear that he wouldn’t stand to be challenged on his opinion by anyone, including you. Then he shoved your panties in your mouth and went back to working on your third orgasm on the night. That was two orgasms ago. You struggled to remember how you ended up in this predicament in the first place.
Four hours ago
It all started because of politics. The root of all evil, in your opinion. Namor, in an effort to sustain peace and maintain security for his people, decided to meet with the royals of Wakanda to work on an alliance while you stayed home to guide and protect the Talokans in his stead. He did not expect that building an alliance would keep him away from you for days at a time. The Wakandan elders had been particularly headstrong and full of opinions, which slowed progress from time to time.
Namor, communicating through the advanced technology Shuri lent him that allowed him to video call you even miles under the sea, lamented at just how slow the progress was. He simply wasn’t used to being so far away from his people, from you. Not for so long. Unaccustomed to seeing your husband so stressed, you decided to spoil him when he returned. After all, the distance between you hadn’t only been hard on him. You missed your husband, in more ways than one.
You didn’t have to wait long to set your plan into action. Namor had sent word that there would be a seven day recess, so he’d be home by evening. You took the time to doll yourself up and wear the night gown he likes the most. It’s blue and adorned with Jade, a testament to how he loves to spoil you. You cover yourself with a long, flowy robe, the same blue color as your night gown, and tie the robe together with the matching belt with a neat little bow. Like a present to unwrap on Christmas morning.
While you wait for your lover to return home, you also prepare one of Namor’s favorite dishes to eat. It’s a simple dish — fish and rice, but you prepare it in the way his mother did and it reminds him of her. Namor strolls into the room, shoulders tense and his eyes tinged with annoyance. His eyes light up into appreciation at the sight of you.
He trails his eyes down your body, coming back up to stop at the necklace that rests just in between your breasts. It’s a small intricate gold and silver necklace that ties into a knot where the two metals meet. He gifted that necklace to you when you got engaged. For many, it’s a symbol of your union. For the two of you, it symbolizes his deep need to possess even the smallest part of you and to have others acknowledge that you belong to him. That your fate is tied to his for as long as you both live. You shudder at his lingering gaze and try to ignore the tingle that spreads from your core.
Today is not about you, you scold yourself. You should at least feed the man before you jump his bones. You were so busy chastising yourself that you missed the way his gaze darkened, his eyes full of desire and want. You did however notice the tenseness in his shoulders, and the way his mouth was set into a thin straight line.
“You’ve had a stressful day, my love. What can I do for you? I made your favorite in case you’d like to eat.”
“I am hungry,” Namor replied, staring at you through his brow. “But not for food.”
In a flash, he covered the distance between the both of you and covered his mouth with yours. He was an all-consuming force, like a whirpool, and you were a tiny sailboat adrift at sea. You had no way of overpowering him, but you didn’t want to. He picked you up and threw you on the bed. He took the soft satin belt from your robe and tied your hands to the one of the wooden posts of the headboard.
“The only thing I want is for my sweet, pretty wife to come from my tongue as many times as she can stand it. Do you think you can do that?”
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Namor moaned into your pussy, only taking a moment to lick up the remnants of the last orgasm you had that had dripped down your thighs. He sat up for a moment and massaged your thighs. You felt delirious.
“You’ve been so good for me, my Queen. Taking each and every thing I’ve offered,” he said. He rubbed his clothed dick all over your slick pussy.
“I bet you could take one more.”
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amphitritesmuse · 1 year
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Request by: anonymous
Original Request: Imagine how Namor would react to seeing Reader defend Namor and the son she had with him when Nakia went to rescue Shuri and Riri.
Pairing: Namor x Talokanil!Reader
Word Count: 1,266
Warnings: N/A
A/N: I apologize but I don’t remember exactly the conversations that happened when Shuri and Riri were held as prisoners. I saw the movie 2 months ago so my memory is kind of blank but I also changed the plot to make it interesting.  I just hope you enjoy the story, nonnie! I had fun writing it 😉
Translations:
Wokol: Enter
In pixamech: My angel
In yakunaj: My love
Jump’éel tercio u bin yano’ob táan u yu’ulo’ob: A third of their kind is coming
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I looked down at my son, as he puckered his lips in deep contentment while I gently stroked his black hair. He resembled his father so much, I thought to myself as I chuckled at his attempt to reach for my fingers and bite at them. As I continued to play with him, I recalled the day when he had decided to enter this world. The sun was nearly setting and the people of Talocan were gathered around the Capital City, joining their hands together.
There was much about his birth that was truly auspicious.
He was born under the Twelfth Heavenly Abode when the Morning-star had risen at the peak of the sky or the planet Venus as these surface-dwellers had named it. This was especially significant as it was also the same day his father was born. K’ukulkan had described that the descendants of his mother’s tribe had told stories of my son’s special birth and had given him the name, Quetzalcoatl. In their honour and my husband’s, I accepted.
I sat up on the cushions of the chair, eliciting a sharp cry from my son. “Shh,” I soothed him, carefully keeping him at my breast and rubbing the small of his back. Suddenly, a distant rustle of sandals approaches my chambers and there was a soft yet urgent knock at the door.
“Wokol,” I announce and Izel, my maid, rushed in. Her features as pale as alabaster and her dark eyes held fright.
“My Lady,” she greeted, “the Wakandans have arrived. They are being held in the prisons near the King’s Cave. Though, there is no one in their attendance.”
I frowned at her words. “What of the King? He is not overseeing this matter?”
Izel momentarily hesitated, wringing her hands together, nervously before she replied. “That is right, my Lady. However, I fear that the prisoners may be plotting their escape as I heard of a third Wakandan arriving soon. Possibly to aid them in their escape.”  
My lips twisted into a sardonic smile while holding up Quetzalcoatl in my arms. “Then it is only proper that we greet this newfound guest. Shall we go introduce ourselves and say hello, in pixamech?”
My son squeals and throws his hands up and I walked to Izel, placing him onto her arms as we walk out the door.
I held a basket of guavas, papayas, custard apples, and mamey, while Izel walked next to me with my son in her arms and the other servants brought the other snacks. As we approached the Wakandan prisoners, we placed the baskets down and I reached back for my son.
“What is all this?” One of them inquired.
“A few snacks.” I reply, with a quick calculating glance. “I thought you’d be hungry since you’ve come a long way and I’m sure you’re exhausted.”
“We haven’t come here as guests of the King, we were captured by your people and now, being held as prisoners.”
“Well, that could change if Wakanda decided to become allies with Talocan.” I approach the prison cells and look to the tall woman with the dark eyes and willowy neck. I smiled, “You must be Shuri, the Princess of Wakanda and heiress to its throne and your friend, Riri Williams, a surface-dweller.”
“I see you have been well informed,” Shuri says while her friend, next to her, rolled her eyes in pure annoyance.
“Just because I live in an underwater city does not mean I am oblivious as to what occurs in the Surface world.” I smiled sweetly, and suddenly, my son began to squirm in my arms. I look at him to see if he is alright but he is pointing behind me with a big grin gracing his face.
“In yakunaj,” I hear my husband’s voice and when I turned to see him, he held a look of bewilderment. “What is going on?”
“Jump’éel tercio u bin yano’ob táan u yu’ulo’ob,” I warn, ominously as my husband’s eyes travel to the prisoners. He moved towards them, each step echoing within the halls of the prison.
“I believe I have made a grave mistake in placing my trust in you.” K’ukulkan spoke, his voice becoming enraged by the second. Shuri narrowed her eyes while beside her, her friend shifted uncomfortably.
“We have done nothing -”
My husband snapped as the blood rushed to his face. “Oh, but you have. I hear that another one of your people is breaching the passage to my kingdom. I had truly thought we were coming to an understanding solely in the interest of our people but I have come to realize that all this had been fiction. You were simply feeding me lies and conspiracies to keep me from knowing your true intentions - to poison my kingdom.” K’ukulkan hissed in mock approbation.
“You are clearly mistaken,” a voice echoed through the halls. We all turn to face a woman in a chartreuse green armour holding ring blades. She looked between us and her face a mask of agony and anger. “We have not come to in the purpose of harming your kingdom. I can understand how you must be feeling. Wakanda was once the seat of complete power. Our supremacy was unchallenged. And now the King has died. As has the Queen Mother. ”
“And I’ve come here,” she continued, “for the sole purpose of taking the only heir to the throne back to Wakanda. With or without a fight, I will leave this kingdom with her.”
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I quickly kicked the blade ring out of her hand and the Wakandan reached to coil her fingers around my throat and I lashed out instinctively with a sudden, hard punch to her face that made her rock backwards and let go of me. She winced in pain but charged towards me.
Though, before she could hit me, I aimed my fist for her again. This time she dodged my hit, grabbed my wrist, and threw me over her shoulder. I managed to turn the fall into a roll to escape her reach as my heart pounded in my ears. The pounding seemed to be almost enough to drown out Shuri’s shouts and my son’s cries as I blinked multiple times to clear my blurred vision.
Suddenly, she runs at me and in a quick and puzzling moment, got a hold of my leg to twist it, but before she could, I used my other leg to kick her down. As I did so, I grabbed her left ankle and yank her down to the ground. She landed hard and yelped in pain. Before she had a chance to stand, I grab her by the throat and slam her head against the ground.
The Wakandan’s eyes widen as she attempts to free herself but I ensured that she never got that chance.
“You should have thought twice before deciding to intrude my home.” I hiss as she began to choke for air and tears stream down her face. Something told me to look to my husband and when I did, I saw him with our son in his arms and an expression of pure shock crossed his features with a twinkle of admiration hidden behind his eyes. I loosen my grip around my enemy’s neck as she began to gasp for air and cough harshly. I look between her and Shuri and made a point in addressing them both.
“It’s come to my attention that you do not know who I am. I am (Y/N). Queen and High Priestess of the Talokanil and the Second-in-Command of the army of Talocan.”
This time, I turn my attention to the intruder as she rises to her feet, still gasping for air. “Your kingdom may be crumbling but I refuse to let you destroy mine.”
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demigoddessqueens · 1 year
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I just love this man so much!! Still gonna write for him
Being married to Namor would include….
He adores you! A wedding ceremony is the epitome of elegant and exquisite to your liking
Namor swears he wasn’t crying at your wedding but you could see the gleam of emotion shining through when you came to stand by his side.
Don’t even get started on how his voice and words are weighed the heaviest with emotion as he crowns you a fellow ruler of Talokan.
If you’re a fellow mutant, Namor presents a custom made wedding gift that goes with your abilities or matches your powers.
If you’re from Wakanda, or a member of the Wakandan family or leadership, it’s a huge event with all in attendance. Though it may have a political nature, he’s never been happier to be wed to you.
The portrait in his (now yours) main chambers displays him and you together
Post wedding, the honeymoon is one that is entirely blissful and intimate. There’s never a dull moment and Namor is constantly affectionate
Married life is the same way as well, but with a few more responsibilities tagged along.
Still you two are a dynamic duo. Your love for each other shines through in all that you do, that even others are inspired.
There are never fights, mostly disagreements. You both can be stubborn but you work through it.
Namor is subtly affectionate in public with brief touches and hand holding. But behind closed doors, it’s an affectionate over flowing with “I missed you”
Every so often you’ll find a gift or trinket in your study or shared chambers that makes you smile.
All in all, a 100000/10 husband 💕💞!!
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inkareds · 1 year
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Can I please request some fluffy headcanons with namor or a lazy day? I need more soft namor after the fight between wakanda and talocan is over, Thank you if you do this!
Care for You Namor
nav // marvel m.list // ko-fi ✧.* word count: 2.4k ✧.* genre: SFW // suggestive fluff ✧.* warnings: just some suggestive things at the end but I still think it's SFW
After the fight between Wakanda and Talocan, Namor worries you were disappointed in him, how wrong he was.
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(all italic texts are Mayan) 
“I can’t believe he would do such a thing, I mean, giving up to that spoiled Wakandan Princess?! It’s a disgrace to our fighting abilities. We had them! You know we did!”
“Does it matter if we had them or not?! If what they’re saying are true, that ‘spoiled Wakandn Princess’ bested him in a fight. He could’ve died and the only thing you’re thinking about right now is if we were defeating those Wakandan soilders or not?!”  You practically yelled at Attuma. 
Namor, your husband, had said it would be better if you both were to fight on different fronts. After all, it was expected for him not to fight with the main army as he would’ve needed to fight against Shuri. If you were fighting with your soldiers it would bring the overall mood up, seeing their ruler fighting alongside them would give them more strength to fight. 
That decision had come as a double-edged sword, whilst it was true that the soldiers fought more valiantly with you in the ranks reminding them why they were fighting. It was also true that it brought you great anxiety when you realised that you didn’t know what was happening to Namor. For all you know he could’ve been dead or dying when fighting against Shuri. 
You knew better than to underestimate the woman. She may be much younger than both you and your husband, but she held the experience of someone double her age. Coupled with the loss she had experienced at the hands of your husband? It’s only natural that she’d fight fiercer than anything both you and your husband have seen so far. 
She was dangerous. You know that. 
The entire time you fought, feeling your blade clash together with the spears of the Wakandan soldiers, the only thing on your mind was to get this done quickly so you may be of assistance to Namor, your king, your husband. Nothing could’ve described the insane amount of thankfulness that rushed to you when you saw him and Shuri standing side by side on that ship. 
When he forced everyone to back down, unlike your people, the first thing you thought about was quickly dispelling your people. You’ve faced enough losses today, you’ve seen one too many of your subjects be killed in front of your eyes. You will not squander this chance of mercy Shuri has granted your king just because of pettiness. 
But just like in the war, once you were back in your underwater kingdom you were once more separated. As general, Attuma, a very close friend and confidant to you, pulled you aside to talk about the casualties and his overall rage at Namor’s decision. 
“Would you rather he die?” you asked in an exasperated manner towards Attuma when you saw the way his face still held anger. You knew where he was coming from, both your people and you have trained practically every day for this day to come. For the day that the people above waged war. To know and accept that the first battle in that war was lost to you, was hard to swallow. 
But it was something you had to swallow, and you’ll force everyone else fighting by your side to swallow as well. As selfish as it sounds, you’d rather lose a hundred battles than lose your husband. 
“There are strategic reasons why this is adventageous for both of us. If K’ul’kukan had killed Shuri it would’ve crippled Wakanda as a nation, yes! But that would mean they no longer have anything to lose! Did you see how many of us they were able to kill? What do you think will happen when they lose their pillar? More cassualties will follow, and Wakanda is greater as an ally than an enemy.”
It was true you were rather frustrated at the turn of events, but now that you were away from the battleground and had some time to think. There was an advantage to losing and being spared after all. Advantages that would not show their true colours until later on. When Attuma looks unconvinced you turned your head. It’s useless trying to move an immovable rock. 
“Enough, remember who you are talking to Attuma.” Despite fighting on the same front you were quick to remind Attuma of his manners and the respect he should show you as his ruler, “I am tired of the fighting and I want to see my husband. Now leave me be, if you have anything to discuss about, Namora will take my stead.” 
Attuma seemed as if he was about to say something, but he quickly shut up when you pointed a sharp glare in his direction. “Of course, your highness, forgive my disrespect.”
“You are forgiven, now go.” 
When Attuma left the room you’re in, a room decorated from wall to wall with war strategies, statistics, and the like, you quickly left as well. The water could not carry you fast enough to the cavern that held your chambers with your husband. The only time you were able to see him was with Shuri on that ship, and even then he looked rough. 
You could only guess how many injuries he actually sustained during the battle. 
Finally setting foot on the cavern you practically ran to your shared chambers. As you slammed the door open, his attendants and the doctors around him jumped at the sight of their ruler. 
“Thank you for tending to my husband, you may now leave.” You quickly masked your panic as you realised the other people in the room. 
Namor looked at you with an unreadable gaze, sitting on a chair, his attendants surrounded him fussing about his wounds, massaging him with oils to ease his muscles, and two doctors worked at once to heal the wounds on his body and wrap the bandage around his ankle. “Your highness, we haven’t fully bandaged the king yet-”
“No matter, I will do that myself, now leave.” The doctor that spoke to you quickly nodded and stood up before urging his partner to leave with him. 
Not long after that the attendants soon left as well after tidying up their tools. 
In quick succession the moment they left the room you dropped to your knees in front of your King. Grabbing the bandage that the doctor left behind and slowly finishing dressing the wound on his ankle where Shuri ripped off his wings. 
You were silent and gentle when your hands slowly placed down the bandage once you realised the bandage on his ankle was already bled through. Namor didn’t speak when you slowly pulled the bandages away, showing the gash. He didn’t even wince when you placed medicine on the open wound. 
The only thing he did was watched as you meticulously cleaned and dressed his most damning wound. His silence was due to how he thought you felt. Here you were on your knees in front of him, showing him your subservience and yet he wasn’t able to win just a simple fight. He assumed you felt disappointed in him. 
The king of Talocan himself, a god in his own right, not being able to win a fight against a princess not even an eighth of his age? He felt great shame facing you right now. To any of his subjects, he would’ve told them about Shuri’s fighting spirit. How she was incredible on the battlefield. 
But to you? He can’t say anything. 
There were no excuses that would leave his mouth if you were to ask why it was that he lost. 
He had placed you on the front lines, you could’ve died and he wouldn’t have been able to avenge you. How can he call himself your husband if he can’t even do that? 
Buried in his own self-loathing thoughts Namor didn’t realise that you were done bandaging his ankle. His train of thought was only stopped when he felt your warm lips against his own. 
His eyes widened as he realised what was happening. Why were you kissing him? He was unworthy of your love, your touch, your kindness right now. When he didn’t kiss back you pulled away. 
“My love.” You whispered placing your forehead against his. “I was, so scared.” Namor was just about to apologise for putting you in such a dangerous position, thinking you were scared of having to fight the Wakandan army. 
But the moment he sees the tears leaving your eyes and the way your hands so delicately placed themselves on top of his chest covered in bruises and marks. He realised you were scared for him. At that point, he had nothing else to say. 
Did he seem so weak that you were worried for him? How unworthy was he truly for your love? You, a warrior, a deity in your own right. 
“Please stop thinking,” it was as if you could practically hear his self-loathing thoughts. “Stop thinking, just- just look at me.” One of your hands left his chest and went to angle his chin upwards to face you. 
You stood taller than him right now with him seated and you standing next to him. This way Namor could truly see how worried you were. “It killed me inside not knowing if you were winning the fight or not.” You finally croaked out in between your tears. 
Namor, finally breaking from his spell, grabbed both your hands, slowly lifting them and giving your knuckles long kisses. “I’m sorry, my love. I’m sorry for worrying you. I’m sorry for failing.” 
“Hush, I couldn’t care less about any of that right now. I’m just glad you’re here with me.” Then and there silence wrapped the two of you in its warm embrace. 
Though neither you nor your husband felt cold often, to be in each other’s presence, basking in the silence and comfort of just existing together felt warmer than anything else in the world. His hands slowly caress your own. Both of you with your closed eyes and touching foreheads. There was nothing else more calming in this world than this moment right here. 
When you remembered Namor was still fresh off the battlefield you pulled away from his touch, leaving him to slightly reach for your skin. “Patience, my king. Let me take care of you.” A hint of mischievousness lined your voice at that moment. 
Seeing s how the tension was slowly melting away, Namor only grinned and watched you intently as you walked behind his chair towards the table holding numerous oils. Picking one bottle up, he chuckled once he realised what you were going to do. 
“Is something the matter, my king?” the edge in your Mayan only made Namor’s grin widen. “No, no, please continue. Serve your king.” he teased. 
It was your turn now to smile at his words, all before going towards him and pouring some of the oil on his back and your hands. Slowly you pressed the palm of your hand on his back. You’ve done this plenty of times to both your king and your soldiers as a way to ease their tense muscles after battles to know what you were doing. 
But no matter how many times you’ve done it with Namor, every time it still feels intimate. He practically melts against your touch as you pushed your hands to knead away the knots in his back and body in general. 
You smiled as you watched the way Namor eased. You wished you could truly describe to him the amount of awe you had for him. Though you aged slower than most humans and mutants alike, you haven’t lived half of Namor’s lifetime. You couldn’t imagine what it was like to be him those days when he was alone. 
To be a king at such a young age, to be a god to a people for such a long time. Such burdens materialise in the way his muscles ached and tensed. 
But now with your skilled hands, you release all of that tension. 
Despite this, you were still quite cheeky, as you couldn’t help but speak when Namor kept lowly groaning at the pleasure of your hands on his back. “Is this that enjoyable my king?” you know he’s used to your jests, but what you didn’t expect was for him to suddenly stand up. 
The sudden action caused you to jump and he took that opportunity to lift you off your feet before dropping you down on your shared bed. 
“K’ul’kukan!” you yelled out entertainingly when Namor crawled on top of you, placing his body weight on both his hands and knees he looked down at your now flushed face as you looked up at him. “It was very enjoyable, I think I should return the favour, no?” 
A grin made its way to his lips as he began to lean down to your neck and pepper light kisses. Despite your clear enjoyment of what he was doing, seen by the way you were craning your neck to give him more access, you half-heartedly pushed him away. “Your wounds are still fresh K’ul’kukan! They’re going to reopen if you keep doing this.” 
He only hummed in response against your skin, his teeth slowly grazing and nibbling on the soft flesh of your neck. “Your doctors are going to be mad at me.” You tried to reason with him. 
“I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen. I’m the king remember?” You swear he’s only teasing you, but Gods was his voice the most sultry thing in the world right now. 
Slowly through his soft touches and kisses, you began to forget that you were supposed to be worried about his well-being. “I was scared of you too.” he whispered so quietly against your skin. 
At that moment, you realised why he was doing this. It wasn’t because he wanted to say thank you for massaging him. Maybe that did play a part, but the reason he was now praising your body as if you were a temple was that he was scared. 
He was terrified about your own safety. Now that you were in his arms, words failed to describe how happy he was. And when words fail, actions speak louder. 
So, you stopped struggling and let your king, your husband, your God, make you feel like a deity.
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Hi! I know this isn't REALLY what you asked for but I just couldn't get this out of my head! I hope you enjoy this either way though! But if you'd still like me to make a lazy day fic for Namor I can totally do that!!! <3
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neo-nomatrix · 1 year
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“Calm yourself Luna, I'm here.”.
Your arms wrapped around Namors shoulders as you pressed your body against his back and kissed his neck, taking in his smell of fresh rainwater. This wasn’t where you wanted to be right now.
It had been a year since you last saw Namor in person. When you left your home, your family, you found solace in him. At first it confused Namor, he never saw himself falling in love with a surface dweller.
“You’re telling me you’re from the ocean? How bizarre.”
“Well, just imagine how I feel, Yakuntik.”
Yakuntik. A nickname he had for you that made your knees absolutely weak. Whatever kind of siren trance he had on you seemed to be taking affect. You hate to admit it but, your time away from Wakanda was some of the best years of your life. You immediately fell in love with Namor and his life. You loved the people of Talokan. But, no matter how hard you try, nothing lasts forever.
You hated yourself for this. You hated that you allowed yourself to be pulled back into your vengeance and grudges. You vowed to never hurt Namor, but that was before he hurt your home. You may be his wife, but you were Wakandan first.
When you agreed to help trap Namor along with Shuri you were hesitant.
“We don’t know for a fact that this will stop him. Shuri, it could kill him.” Your eyes plead with her, putting all your hope that Shuri would have an ounce of mercy with you.
“He should have thought about that before killing my mother. Don’t let him make you forget about your queen,” she reminds you.
You could nearly feel your heart breaking as you kept Namor in place, trying to calm him down.
“You have to leave, Yakuntik,” he warns you.
“If I leave she will kill you!” You yell at him.
“Or I might just kill her,” his last words to you are ones you won’t forget.
He uses a spear to crack open a window, and puts a mask over your mouth to make sure you’ll survive in the water. The last you see is Shuri trying to take down Namor.
You know the last thing he wants is for you to come after him, but he also knows how stubborn you are. When you reach the small island Shuri has him at, you see Namor limping to get some source of water. He looks in dire need of it. A wing from his foot ripped off, claw marks on his cheek and body, eyes heavy, chest moving rapidly as he breathes.
You’re about to reach him before Shuri submerges him in flames from the jet. Having him drop to his knees. Your heart finally shatters in two. You watch as the love of your life begins to slowly fade away, you can’t help but think it’s all your fault.
“Do not come closer to him! There is water on you!”
Simultaneously you want to stop yourself and keep pushing ahead. You watch as Shuri takes a spear and presses it against Namors neck. The same neck you were kissing just a little while ago. She starts talking to him, most of it passing directly over your head. It wasn’t until you heard him say something in his mother tongue.
“I yield”.
At the same time Shuri lifts the spear she has on his neck you go running towards him. Placing his head on your lap. Your tears being the only source of water to him.
“Help me get him to water! Help me!” You scream at Shuri as your motionless husband lays there.
Once you get him to water you start brushing through his hair, mumbling about how you’re sorry and regret what you’ve done.
“Uthando, I never meant to hurt you. Please forgive me.”
“Yakuntik, you could never hurt me. You know that.”
As Namor starts to build his strength once again he begins assuring you none of this was directly because of you.
“My love. Don’t you understand? I could never be upset with you, no matter what. I would give up the oceans for you. I brought you the sun, and I have no intentions of taking it back.”
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musette22 · 2 years
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Friends, a pal mentioned they were looking for a Wakanda Stucky fic and all they remembered was Steve asking Bucky if he “was decent in there” (ie wearing clothes) and then Bucky urging Steve to touch him, and then he did.
It's not a lot to go on, but it sounds very familiar to me, although I haven't been able to track it down. Does anyone else maybe have any idea what fic this could be...? 👀
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xblackreader · 10 months
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Mbaku and Attuma: BFFs headcanons
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They have nicknames only the other can call them:
You call him M’baku? Nah, Attuma knows him as Great Gorilla, Punching bag, lightweight, Coulda-been King, and Rocks for brains
You know Attuma? Nah, that’s M’baku’s bestie Great White, Shark Bait, Fishy General, Dollar Store Jaws, and Fat Ass.
They pretend not to be friends at first, until M’Baku says it first after Attuma begins to publically court Okoye.
M’Baku: I do not care that we are friends, if you hurt her in any way, I will see to it you never set foot on this land or sully her honor again.
Attuma:
M’Baku, serious: did you hear me?
Attuma: we are… friends?
They hug. It’s quick but it’s a hug.
Attuma is the quiet kid they put with Mbaku to mellow him out.
It didn’t work Mbaku is a bad influence.
After meetings Mbaku will go find Attuma on patrol. they like to arm wrestle, do physical combat training, and eat lunch together.
See Drabble of them eating lunch here.
To the point where it became a problem bc M’Baku keeps taking food from Attuma’s packed lunch from Okoye.
Okoye begins to pack them both lunches bc they got in trouble during a bad altercation. Attuma is very territorial with food.
Attuma used to think Mbaku was competition for Okoye’s heart, but he came to realize they’re more like siblings.
So now Mbaku is Attumas main wingman.
“How To Woo A Wakandan Woman 101 with Professor M’baku” attuma is in his tiny desk taking notes and Mbaku in his lil glasses and fake pipe
M’baku sings “HOMIES OVER HOES” and Attuma dances a lil then beats his ass bc his sunlight ain’t no hoe.
AU headcanon! By @saw-17
Omg I love it! M'Baku and Attuma own a vintage record shop. Attuma is a music head for several different genres and he's always bitching about M'Baku's taste especially his love of mubble rap. M'Baku is also the lovingly third wheel, as Okoye and Attuma try to set him up several times to disastrous effect
headcanon by @princess-of-gondor
Attuma was allowed to stand at Mbaku's right hand during a serious council meeting all of ONE time. Mbaku spent the whole time whispering jokes making the two of them laugh harder and harder. Zero work got done. They are forbidden from sitting next to each other now, king or no king. 😂
headcanon by @hyperf1xate-much
M'Baku gave Attuma a shirt that said SUCK and had an arrow pointing down. Attuma did not understand so he wore the shirt anyway. Attuma is also confused on why Okoye scolded him.
headcanon by @saw-17
M'Baku and Attuma as 1940's gumshoes running a detective agency. The stunningly beautiful Femme Fatale Okoye Bali walks in one rain-soaked night, pleading for help to exonerate her in the death of her extremely wealthy and decrepitly old husband. M'Baku knows trouble when he sees it, but poor Attuma was gone at the first sight of her. He's willing to do anything to clear her name and He'd burn the world to cinders for one night between her thighs. A harrowing tale ensues.
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aokoaoi · 1 year
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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫.
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֎ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖺𝗅 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾. || ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵗʰʳᵉᵉ
֍ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗂 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋.
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You and the Queen of Wakanda stood next to eachother as both your parents sat on their thrones. Everyone had been reported that the prince and his family had arrived, so everyone began heading to their places. Including Shuri.
Seeing the blank look on your face made the queen feel guilty, but her guilt was being consumed by something else and she didn't know what it was.
She's dying to see who this prince was. Will he be worthy of your hand? Probably not considering how many men in your life had ended up disappointing you. To be quite honest, she's still surprised you even gave half those men chances when they clearly didn't deserve it.
Oh her sweet (name) had always been so kind, no matter who it was. Unless you're her mother forcing her to marry a man you don't know.
Her thoughts were interrupted by large doors loudly opening, revealing a man and his family she only heard in conversations. Prince Ajani of Kestramoar. His family was dressed well in the occasion, coming in his nation's main colors.
Your family stands from their throne, your father greeting them with wide, outstretched arms. "Greetings, family of Kestramoar! We are very pleased to have you here in Zinandra." Your father says, in his usual loud and friendly way of speaking.
Shuri remembers when your father greeted her and her brother like that the first time you all met. Seeing it all over felt like a fever dream to her.
The prince greets your father with a wide smile, shaking his hands firmly. "As am I, your highness. I must say, even though we've only been in Zinandra for awhile, your nation is very beautiful." The prince says, flattering your father.
Shuri inches closer to you, leaning closer to your ear to let out a whisper. "Well he seems nice." She says, her tone low and hushed. You scoff, huffing in amusement. "They're all like that at first. Flattering the parents is always the main goal after all." You hummed.
Shuri made a face at your words, nodding slowly to specify that she understood. Geez what had those men do to you back then?
Your mother waves over at yours and Shuri's directions, as if telepathically telling you two to come near. And so you did, you went first, purposely being slow as Shuri trailed behind you. Your father's conversation with the family had them hooked, and they almost didn't see you and Shuri come near until your mother spoke up.
"Prince Ajani. this is our wonderful daughter, (name)." Your mother spoke up, cutting into your father's conversation. The prince looks at you first, his face in shock.
The prince's mother cooes at you, and you bowed at the prince's parents' presence. You plastered on your fakest smile Shuri's ever seen, masking your distaste of the proposal.
"So beautiful! Zinandra is truly such a beauty, isn't it darling? And not just the place!" Kestramoar's queen spoke to her husband, watching as he obediently nods.
"The Queen of Wakanda is here?" The prince questioned, looking at Shuri. The Wakandan nods, smiling coyly at the fact he noted her presence. That's right, boy, I'm here beside the princess too.
"Ah, your highness. It's a pleasure to finally meet you." The Kestramoarian king says. He gave the Wakandan queen a genuine smile, making the woman match his enthusiasm as well. "Likewise, your highness."
Your mother cuts in again, letting out a soft chuckle. "Well it's best if we let our two future leaders be to talk with eachother, right? Us adults will go chat on our own about the ceremony."
Your eyes physically dim at the mention of the ceremony, all life draining from your face in an instant. The prince nods at you in acknowledgement when you approached him, smiling like prince charmings in fairytales.
"May I join you two?" Shuri steps between both you and the Kestramoarian, surprising the prince in the process. You only grinned at her actions, internally thanking the heavens up above for her.
The prince looks back at his family and the Zinandran family, seeing how they were all walking away already, lost in their own chatter. Before the prince could respond, you happily nodded.
"Please do. I don't want to bore you with the ceremony chatter they'll be discussing." You casually say, but your eyes were holding a pleading look.
The prince unfortunately didn't have any room to say anything anymore, so he just follows in your command. "Do as you will, your highness." He says, stepping to the side to give her space to walk, totally ignoring the fact she's blocking you and him now.
The Wakandan queen hums with delight, looking forward with a hidden proud look on her face.
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Shuri struggles to hide a yawn as she trails behind you and the Kestramoar prince. It's impressive to see how you can still keep your posture around him after so long. Walking around the garden was certainly boring her, and she was now considering that listening the adults talk about the ceremony wouldn't be that bad after all.
But of course, she couldn't leave you with the prince all alone.
You two were talking about something that she didn't bother joining in. Earlier, you two were talking about interests, and you mightve actually enjoyed it. Only because you loved doing your hobbies of course.
She doesn't know how long it's been ever since they left the palace interior, but it sure did feel like a literal twenty-four hours. Basically she's saying it feels like she's being tortured right now.
"Shuri, are you alright?" She hears you sweet, sweet voice call out to her. The Wakandan Queen hums with a nod, specifying she's 'doing alright'. She wasn't.
"You know, I'm quite interested in how you two became close. I often think about how Zinandra and Wakanda has a peace treaty because of your friendship." The prince says.
You and Shuri resists a dumbfoundedly look to come across your faces, internally facepalming at the prince's words.
"It's the other way around, actually. (name) and I began our friendship because of how both our nations' family often visit eachother when we were younger, and so I decided to be friends with her." Shuri rambles, watching as the prince only hum understandingly.
You pretend to look around, faking obliviousness. "I hadn't noticed it was already beginning to get late. We should probably head back soon." You perked up. Shuri nods, walking beside you as she clung onto your arm childishly.
"I agree, it's best if we head back now." You both shared looks, hiding your grinning faces.
Prince Ajani follows in both the women's orders, seeing nothing wrong with it, "alright."
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"So what do you think of him?" Shuri questioned you. She turns your vanities chair to face you, watching as you pounced in your bed with a tired groan. "It's too soon to say. But he's alright though, he seems friendly." You responded.
Shuri hums, nodding slowly with her hands clasped in fron of her. "Mm-hm. But so we're the ex's too, right?" She retorts. You let out an annoyed sound at the mention of the past, sinking your face into the soft mattress.
"I don't want to assume yet. I just met him, so I can't judge his character." You muttered, your voice muffled because of how you suffocated yourself on the mattress. Shuri stand up from the seat, throwing herself on your bed making you slightly jump upwards.
"You're right. But personally, he seems boring." The Queen states. You tried to resist a smile, wanting to defend the prince but failed when you snorted.
"Let's not talk about the poor prince like that, Your royal highness." You said with a faux upset pout. You rolled over on your side, facing her direction as she did the same.
"But for real, today drowned me. Who know listening to people talk about them was so boring?" Shuri remarks. You let out an offended sound, throwing a pillow behind you onto the Queen.
"Me talking about my love for my hobbies isn't boring. Little you said it herself." You retort, watching Shuris face shift to a 'you right' look.
"Thanks for being there for me though. I wouldn't have made it out alive if you weren't." You state. The Wakandan Queen only nods, smiling at your words. "I gotta see what typa guy I'm handling too, ey?"  You huffed a breathy laugh at her words, suddenly yawning.
"You better go to sleep now, Princess. Who knows what tomorrow would have in store for you." The princess says, and you nodded in agreement.
The Queen stands up from her bed, turning your automatic lights off, leaving the lights on the edges of your bed on as a small source of light.
"Night." You mumble tiredly.
You were already dozing off resulting to you not hearing what the Wakandan said to you in return.
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RUSHED ENDING AAA. So to those who thought it was namor.. surprise! it isn't him imao. cock-blocker shuri though😭😩 the prince's nation and the nations family is made up by me, it doesn't exist:p. part one, part two. part four. part five.
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Family Planning ~Namor x Reader smut for little-red-bone~
Namor says to the reader "Don’t run from me, Princess. You can take it.” they had sex all day because he refuses to stop until he's sure she is filled enough to get pregnant. 💦💦Maybe some aftercare where they talk about their future children.👉🏾👈🏾
Your legs were jelly, sweat dripped from your body, and a groan of exhaustion escaped you as you collapsed against the blankets once more. Your husband was insatiable but you knew what you signed up for when you married him.
You don't even know what had triggered his appetite for you this time. He'd left you early in the morning to attend some sort of meeting on the surface. Amicable relations with the Wakandans was still in the works. When he returned, he tore his diplomacy wear from his body and yanked the blanket from yours. You didn't even have much time to greet him or ask how it went before he was pushing your knees apart and pressing his body to yours. His skin was hot and his lips were soft as he pressed them to yours. His hands moved over your body, caressing every part he could reach. Your excited giggles quickly turned to moans as you melted into his touch. "In yakunaj, what has gotten into you?" You panted. He didn't even answer you, he just continued his assault on your neck and chest with his mouth.
Orgasm after orgasm later you were dripping with sweat and your lover's warm seed. You shifted further up on the bed, certain this round would have satisfied him. You moaned as you felt a hand wrap around your ankle. "And where do you think you're going?" You turned to meet your husband's sly grin. "Don't run from me, princesa. You have one more in you. I know you can take it." He purred. Your eyes fluttered closed as his hands ran back up your legs toward your dripping center. "K'uk'ulkan...please..I don't know that I can take anymore." He smirked and pulled you back down the bed. "I'm going to fill you to the brim, in reina. Make you pregnant with my children....I love you, my queen."
He dove back to your neck as he pushed himself inside you once more. You cried out as pleasure coursed through you. He held you to him as he thrust deeply inside you. Your nails dug into his skin as you clung to him. Already you could feel yourself coming apart. Wet sounds filled the room as he pushed his cum back inside you, not wanting to waste a drop. "Gonna fill you up, princesa...you'll look so beautiful when your belly is full with our children." You clenched around him and cried out, tears of pleasure prickling the corners of your eyes. "Y-yes! Fill me up, my K'uk'ulkan!!" You moaned. He let out a growl at your words and shoved himself harder into you. "I...I-I'm gonna c-cum again!" You cried. "Let go for me, in reina...cum for your king." He grunted.
Your back arched against his chest and your toes curled as you came once more around your husband's cock. You trembled and shook as you came down, whimpering softly when you felt him finish inside you yet again. He rolled beside you and pulled your trembling form to his chest. He began gently stroking your skin and you felt him press a gentle kiss to the top of your head. After a few minutes of silence and catching your breath, you lifted your head to look at him.
"You're really ready to have children with me?" You questioned. "Of course, in yakunaj. I think you will make a wonderful mother. That is, unless you do not think you are ready.." He replied, adding the last part with a tone of nervousness, much less confident than he was a few minutes before. "Of course I am, my love. I knew what I wanted when I married you. I know I am ready. I cannot wait to see our little ones." A wide grin spread across his face and he pulled you into a loving kiss. "I am glad to hear that, princesa. I cannot wait to see them either. They will be strong and tough warriors like their parents." He said, dreamily running his hand across your belly. You smiled and lay your head on his chest. Your fingers intertwined with his as you closed your eyes, dreaming of your future children with the love of your life.
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siancore · 9 months
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The Queen's Ward - Attoye Arranged Marriage AU
Summary: Okoye is Queen Ramonda's ward. She enjoys all of the privileges that the Queen's own children enjoy. She also has to take up duties and responsibilities to Wakanda as they do. She is happy to serve the throne, but what happens when she is told she must marry Attuma of Talokan? Attuma, her childhood friend. Whom she used to play-fight in the mud with as a child. Whom she trained with and had a rivalry with. How can they go back to being friends if he is to wed and bed her? To fill her belly with his heir? Okoye is just nineteen summers old. She has never even kissed a man let alone lain with one. Especially not a man who is her friend. She fears their friendship will not survive marriage; she fears she will not survive their wedding night if Attuma is to take her to the marital bed.
A/N: This is a teaser for my story for Attoye Week 2023. Sorry it's so long @attoye-week I hope Dear Readers are keen for the whole story.
The journey to Talokan was long, and sometimes arduous. Okoye did not really recall it being this way the two times she had made it in her youth. She remembered caravans of laughter; discovering new things; the excitement of the Games; getting to see old friends and make new ones. Now, as she sat quietly atop the grey Arabian steed, she wished for it to be over. She wished to return home to Wakanda. She felt tears welling in her eyes as her arms wrapped haphazardly around the wide midsection of her soon-to-be husband: Attuma of Talokan.
Her mind was still spinning, even though she knew this day would come. The day where she would have to leave to be with her betrothed. What Okoye did not foresee was that it would be with Attuma.
She had known him when they were children. They had played together; trained together; got into mischief together. They were friends. Yes, he was the heir to the Talokanil throne; yes, he was the mightiest warrior they had. But to Okoye, he was a friend.
How could they go back to being friends now? After he would wed and bed her? How could she look at her friend the same way again after he would fill her belly with a child that would be heir to Talokan? Okoye had never even kissed a man, let alone lain with one – especially not one who was a friend. She shook the thoughts from her head as her mind drifted back to how this all came about…
…..
She had not seen him in almost five summers, but when he and his convoy arrived for the Great Games, Okoye was shocked (though she should not have been) to see that her childhood playmate was now a man. A tall, regal man. A handsome man. She could scarcely meet Attuma’s eyes when all of the Alliance Kingdom delegates met in the Wakandan Throne Room. She could feel his gaze on her. It made her discreetly fix her clothing and test the temperature of her face. Why was he looking at her with such intensity? They had not spoken in so long.
After the formalities had ended, Attuma approached. They greeted one another amicably, and Okoye felt better. His gaze was not so fiery when he was near. She felt at ease.
“Okoye,” he said firmly. “It is good to see you. You look – well.”
“Attuma,” she replied. “It’s good to see you, too. You’ve – grown.”
“So have you,” he offered, causing her to smile coyly.
A quiet settled around them and they each looked around the room until Attuma spoke again.
“Tired of the formalities yet?” he questioned, standing next to her. “We should sneak off together and wade in the Great Lake like we used to do.”
He was close. Close enough that his arm brushed against hers. Why was heat radiating from him? Why was she noticing? Okoye was feeling flustered.
“Ready for me to best you at the Games this summer?” she asked, playfully nudging his shoulder.
“It is only in your dreams that you would ever best me, Princess,” he replied, Okoye rolled her eyes.
“I’m not a Princess,” she proffered. “I’m the Queen’s ward and that is all.”
Attuma looked at Okoye and his gaze softened as he said, “You are more than both titles. You are rival to the stars in the heavens, Okoye of Wakanda.”
Okoye felt her skin flush warm, and she needed to look away. She needed to return to the playfulness of their youth. The teasing and antagonizing. The rivalry.
“And I’ll soon be the victor of the Spear Tournament,” she offered. “Get ready for defeat, Shark Prince.”
Attuma laughed. He had no choice. Okoye had reverted to the teasing of their youth.
“You are the only warrior worth my time, Princess.”
“I told you I’m not –”
Both Okoye and Attuma straightened their stance and ceased their banter when the King of Talokan approached. He nodded to Okoye but spoke to Attuma.
“Son, it is time for discussions to happen. You will sit at my right hand.”
With that, Kukulkan walked away and left the two young people standing there.
“I have to go,” said Attuma, with an apologetic smile. “I will see you this evening at the feast? Maybe at the lakeside after the feast?”
There was something akin to hope in his eyes. Okoye smiled and nodded.
“Of course,” she said. “Enjoy the discussions.”
…..
“Queen Mother, this corset is so uncomfortable,” said Okoye as servants fixed the garment to her slender frame. “How can I compete in the Spear Tournament wearing this all week?”
Queen Ramonda let out a small laugh and then walked over to her ward.
“Child, you will not be competing this summer.”
“Why not?” asked Okoye as she knit her brow. “I always compete.”
“Yes, in your youth,” said the Queen. “But you are near nineteen summers old, Okoye. It is time you stepped into your role as my ward. Time to attend more social gatherings and take on more diplomacy. And present yourself as a young lady would.”
“Why now? Because the delegates are here?”
Ramonda let out a sigh. Okoye was strong-willed, always spoke her mind, and asked questions. She would make a great leader someday.
“Yes, child. Because the delegates are here. You are old enough to take on more duties around the palace. To be more of a representative for Wakanda. It is your birthright.”
“I am not T’Challa, Mother.”
“No, but you are Okoye. You are my ward and like a daughter to me. You will have every opportunity that my own children have. I promised your parents, and I promise you, too. You will have it all.”
Okoye smiled as Ramonda placed a kiss to her head.
“Thank you,” the younger woman said. “I will make you proud.”
…..
“We heard that some of the non-Alliance Kingdoms were looking to trade Vibranium with Wakanda,” said Kukulkan.
“Where did you hear such a thing?” asked one of the Tribal Elders, Ke’n’tika.
“Our spies in faraway lands,” Kukulkan replied.
“That is false,” Ramonda offered. “We would never share our precious metal with anyone outside of the Alliance.”
“Do you not trust us, Kukulkan the Great?” asked T’Challa to his mother’s right.
“It is not about trust, Prince of Panthers,” said the Talokanil King. “It is about protecting our resources from those who would wish to harm and exploit us. About holding true to our promises. Trust is a nice notion. I like to see action.”
“What would you have us do to show that we are still upholding our promises, Great King?” asked Ramonda, wondering where the fallacy would lead both Nations.
“We need a stronger alliance.”
“Our alliance is strong.”
“But we could make it stronger,” said Kukulkan. “A royal marriage between our Nations.”
“My son is already married,” Ramonda replied. “And my daughter is far too young to even be promised.”
Silence fell over everyone in the room. Kukulkan glanced to his right where his son was seated, then back at Her Majesty.
“But you have a ward, yes?” the Great King asked.
“You know I do.”
“The girl.”
“Okoye,” said Attuma to his father; the only word he had spoken thus far.
“Okoye, she is of one of your elite families?”
“Yes.”
“And your ward.”
“Yes.”
“Is she promised to someone else?” asked Kukulkan. “To another Lord or Lady of the Alliance?”
“She is not.”
“Then, arrange for her to wed my son, Prince Attuma, and offer your ward and this alliance everlasting protection.”
Queen Ramonda’s face remained composed as she considered what the King of Talokan was asking.
“If you need more time to think my proposal over, can we agree on the end of the Games for you to give an answer?”
“Yes,” the Queen Mother replied. “You will have your answer before the Great Feast at the end of the Games.”
…..
When the drinks began to flow and dinner was being served, Okoye sat with the Queen, T’Challa, and his wife, Nakia, daughter of Yaa. While the evening was festive, there was a certain tension in the Dining Hall. Okoye assumed it was because of the discussions that the delegates had engaged in. The Great Games was a time for celebration and for the Alliance Kingdoms to come together, but it was also a time for debate and talk to occur. For treaties to be amended. For arrangements to be made. For the alliances to be solidified. Whatever had been spoken about during the discussions seemed to have had everyone on edge a little.
Okoye watched as T’Challa approached Attuma. The pair had always been friendly growing up. Okoye wondered why both were wearing such stern countenances. She could not hear their conversation, but kept her eyes on both young royals.
“Was this your idea?” asked T’Challa of Attuma as he sipped from his wine.
“What are you speaking of?” Attuma replied, finishing his own drink.
“A marriage to my sister.”
Attuma glanced over at Okoye. Her wide, bright eyes were trained on him. Attuma looked back at the prince beside him.
“My father has his own ideas, T’Challa. If he wants this marriage to happen, it will. You know as well as any that arrangements like this keep Nations strong. If my father wills it, and your mother accepts, then I will do my duty and marry Okoye.”
“Right,” T’Challa proffered. “Your duty. Tell me, Attuma, is it your duty to bed as many young women as possible with the risk of having a dozen bastard heirs roaming your great lands?”
Attuma’s jaw clenched. He did not know his reputation for seeking female companionship had reached as far as the Golden City.
“What I do in my lands and in my bed is not your concern, Panther Prince.”
“My sister’s honor and happiness is my concern, Great Shark.”
“You will not have to concern yourself with Okoye’s happiness once she belongs to me,” Attuma said, staring down at T’Challa. “When she is my wife.”
T’Challa let out a wry laugh and then said, “Okoye may still see you as the plump boy who she got into a mudslinging match with as a child, but I see how you look at her. I see how your eyes follow her. How your intentions are not as innocent or honorable as you make them out to be. Hurt my sister –”
“I would never.”
“Hurt my sister, Shark, and you will deal with me.”
…..
“I thought you wouldn’t make it,” said Okoye as she dipped her toes in the cool water.
“The discussions ran late,” said Attuma as he came to stand beside her. “So, I had more deliberations to sit through with my father after we feasted.”
“Ha! Such important dealings for you. Do not let it go to your head,” she teased before sitting down on the soft sands of the lakeside.
Attuma sat beside her and kicked off his sandals. He placed his feet in the water and looked over at Okoye. The moonlight cast a pretty sheen over her flawless skin. She was breathtaking.
“All of this responsibility is getting to my head,” Attuma admitted. “But not in the way you think. I have so many more duties than before.”
“I understand,” said Okoye. “The Queen Mother said I am to take on more as well.”
“So, you see how some things may change between us?”
“Between Talokan and Wakanda?”
“No, not specifically,” Attuma replied, glancing over at Okoye as the firelight that lit the bank reflected in her deep brown eyes. “Between you and I.”
“Oh,” she said, and dipped her head. “Is that why you brought a chaperone?”
Attuma looked back to the Talokanil guard who was standing out of earshot but watching the pair.
“Yes.”
A beat of silence passed between them and Attuma felt like he needed to elaborate.
“You are of age, Okoye. A young woman. It’s not proper for us to be alone together anymore. We are no longer children. The time for childish games between us has passed.”
“But you are still my friend,” she said, lifting her gaze. “No impropriety would ever occur between us. I know you would protect me from such things.”
“I will always protect you,” he said and the earnestness in his voice made her breath hitch. “But, things have changed. And they will continue to change. I hope that – I pray to the gods that when they do, you will not view me any differently.”
Okoye smiled at her friend and reached for his hand. He took her small one in his large palm.
“Nothing will ever change how I view you, Silly Shark,” she teased, resting her head on her friend’s shoulder. “Not a thing.”
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