#Yandere namor x y/n

[oreosmilkshakes]

Forever Mine

Pairing: Namor/K’uk’ulkan x reader

Fandom: Marvel- Black Panther Wakanda Forever

Word Count: 2,764

Warning(s): Dark Namor, !!there may be spoilers!!, violence, stalking behaviour, assault, kidnapping, dark ending

A/N: I hope I got the language Namor spoke correctly. I would be so disappointed if I didn’t :((. I watched BPWF recently and guess who I fell for               ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)? Also, cringy title, I know. Anyway, here is my contribution to Namor. Not my best work but here is another dark (I hope) fic by me. Happy reading!

Taglist: NIL

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The first time she saw him… it was close to midnight.

Her eyes had trouble seeing in the dark night, with the light emitting from her home giving no help. There was a dark silhouette standing under a tree, by the rocks where water would occasionally strike it. [Name]’s breath hitched, frozen on the spot. She really tried to make out the figure but he just stood there amongst the darkness.

“H-hello?” She called out to the figure, swallowing nervously. Her heart raced, feeling a drop of sweat trickling down her forehead. [Name] blinked, only to find the dark figure had seemingly disappeared into thin air. She felt goosebumps covering her skin, rubbing her arms quickly to try to calm herself.

[Name] tried looking out for the figure, even calling out. Perhaps the darkness had played tricks on her, shadows of the night that danced in the darkness. After all, the mind was a powerful tool. She ventured closer to where the figure was, noticing something glinting at her.

“Huh?” She tilted her head, kneeling down to dust the sand off the item. It winked at her. Under the pale moonlight, she could make out the item. It was a bracelet, made out of green jewels and a study fibre as its strings. Her fingers picked up the bracelet, dusting more sand off.

Did someone lose this? Perhaps it belonged to someone from the village. It certainly didn’t look like it had an owner. The jewel looked exotic and did not look like it belonged to this land.

Clutching the bracelet close, [Name] briskly made her way back home, making sure her windows and doors were locked. She couldn’t stop thinking of the haunting silhouette as she changed into her nightgown, the bracelet now left on the bedside table. A soft yawn escaped her lips, switching off the bedside lamp. She drifted off to sleep with nothing by the figure and the bracelet on her mind.

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The next time she saw him..it was close to noon, where the day was bright.

The sun was a comforting warmth as [Name] smoothed her sundress down. It had been a month since her unexpected encounter and she had forgotten about it with the brace around her wrist now. The very next day, she went to the village, asking around if the bracelet belonged to anyone but her actions were futile. The bracelet belonged to no one so she decided to wear it. It was a gorgeous piece of jewellery and it would be a shame to just leave it alone. [Name] hummed a soft tune to herself, broom in hand as she cleaned up her front porch of any dead leaves. She never regretted living alone, so far out in the country and so close to the water where it was always peaceful.

She stopped humming when she heard singing. The woman paused her chore, listening closely. Amidst the wind and the sound of the waves, someone was singing. She set the broom against the wall, leaving the comforts of her home to follow the source of the singing. It was like a trance, like magic. She couldn’t pull away from the trance even if she wanted to. She inched closer to the water, the soft, magical tune stopped and that’s when she saw him.

A man. A man with pointed ears, dressed in the most gorgeous pieces of jewellery she had ever seen and nothing but green shorts. He was tall, skin a beautiful tan, broad chest exposed for the world to see. Her jaw slacked as she studied the man from head to toe. He wore a calm expression but [Name] could see his eyes–oh, his eyes were dark and clouded. He took a step forward and she took a step back. “H-hello? Who are you?” Her voice trembled, betraying the brave look she tried to wear. The man’s expression changed, from calm to amused. He took another step forward again and she saw briefly..wings on his ankles as she took another step back.

“No. Stay away!” The woman yelped as he took another step and this time, he didn’t stop.

[Name] turned tail, running back to her home with her heart pounding against her chest. She slammed the door shut, looking through the blinds to see if the man had followed her. She waited and waited and waited.

Nothing.

He was definitely not human. She knew she lived in a world where aliens and gods existed but to have people dwelling in the water? That was something new altogether. [Name] didn’t hesitate, rushing to her laptop to research what she just saw. What a nightmare.

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The third time she met him..it was five to one at night.

Her research was fruitless. Nobody, seemingly no one, has ever seen a man with pointed ears or anyone dwelling in the waters. [Name] kept on thinking and thinking about him and it haunted her waking days.

Why did he show himself? Did he want something? Did he want to hurt her?

[Name] didn’t know. ‘If he wanted me dead, he could have done it several times over, now,’ She thought, sitting on the steps of her front porch. But, of course, that didn’t mean she could rule that thought out. A rustling sound pulled the woman out of her deep thoughts and a man stumbled towards the beach. He carried a bottle in his hand, his each step wobbled.

‘Oh good. A drunk near my home,’ She sighed and it caught the drunkard’s attention.

He grinned an ugly smile, raising the bottle at her. It looked empty.

“Hmm..what’s a pretty lady doing out here?” The man slurred, approaching the woman. She stood immediately, moving back as the man got closer and closer.

“Come on, little lady. Give me some entertainment?” He offered disgustingly and she almost gagged at that. He had a hand on her and the woman struggled. “No! Get off of me!” She shoved the man off, taking off towards the beach. The man struck his cheek against the pillar, groaning. “You little bitch! Get back here!” He growled, giving chase to the woman.

[Name] turned back as she ran, the drunk man was catching up to her. She screamed loudly when he tackled her, the bottle forgotten in the sand as his hands moved to her dress.

“A little fun won’t hurt,” The drunk cackled, gripping her dress tightly. Tears pricked her eyes as she struggled, fighting against the strength of the man but exhaustion was close to getting her. Both hands went to her face, protecting it from the man. He gave another ugly smile, the smell of alcohol was strong in her face. “That’s it. Just let it happen. It’ll be over soon eno-,” [Name] screamed, feeling something warm splattered all over her. Her body soon felt light, the weight of the man no longer on her as the man fell to the side with a soft ‘thud’. With shaking hands, she opened to look but her view was obscured as she was pulled into a warm, wet chest. A strong arm wrapped around her shoulder, keeping her very close.

“Don’t look,” The deep, accented voice instructed. [Name] wanted to fight, to push away but all she could do was cry in the man’s chest. She didn’t need to look to see who it was. The smell of salt was enough. She cried and sobbed, shaken by the incident. An arm moved under her knee and the other kept a firm, yet soft grip on her shoulder. The man picked her up, slowly walking back in the direction of his love’s seaside home. His ear twitched. His love was quiet as he got closer to her home and he could only conclude that she had fallen asleep in his arms.

Namor’s expression was dark, a calm anger behind his eyes. He set the woman down on her bed, tears covered her smooth cheek. He clenched his jaw, a boiling anger grew in his heart. He hated the surface dwellers and the drunk man was one example why.

How dare he hurt his love? The woman he had been watching ever since she moved into this seaside home.

Namor had grabbed a rag from the kitchen, cleaning the blood off [Name]’s skin. The pale orange dress she wore was ruined and the King made a mental note to replace it with something made by his people. His hands carefully peeled the dress, eyes darkening further at the bare sight before him.

His love was gorgeous.

His queen was worthy of his love.

Namor covered the woman with her blanket, a hand moving to her cheeks to wipe the tear stains away as he leaned down, warm lips brushing her ear.

“Mix máak teech yaan u mentik loob Ma'atech asab, in yaakunaj,” (No one will ever hurt you again, my love) Namor whispered, leaving the woman’s home. He discarded the dress, approaching the dead body. His grand spear stuck out of the human’s body, blood tainted the rich sand. He growled under his breath, gripping the spear. He ripped it out of the body, blood flowed down from the blade to the base of his weapon.

“Asqueroso,” The King spat, leaving the beach. He would have to request the aid of his soldiers to clean up the beach so as to not taint his love’s mind further.

[Name] woke with the bright sun shining on her eyelids. Her body felt heavy and tired, and the memory of last night was faint and a blur. She pushed her blanket off, noticing her bare form underneath it. The longer she stared at her bare skin, the more she began to remember. A loud gasp left her lips, scrambling out of her bed. She reached for her robe, slipping it on as she rushed out the front door.

What happened after the assault was a blur but she remembered the voice. The deep and comforting voice.

[Name] ran to the spot where the incident happened, expecting to find the police and locals surrounding the area but nothing. There was nothing. No people, no drunkard. Nothing. She swallowed, turning to return home. A part of her was afraid to even think about last night’s incident but another part of her sought comfort in the thought that the man had saved her.

The woman shut the door behind her, glancing to her sofa to find an orange piece of fabric. It was beautifully decorated and the material looked soft. She approached the fabric, holding it up. A dress, one to replace yesterday’s. A soft smile spread on her lips, holding the fabric close.

She would have to thank him the next time she saw the man.

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But the next time she met him, it was a whole month after that dreadful incident.

[Name] would wait for the man to appear, venturing towards the rocks where she first saw his silhouette or further into the beach with hopes of finding him. Everyday and everynight.

But nothing.

The man didn’t return.

[Name] thought the man had abandoned her, perhaps finding some other woman to be his muse.

Then one night, when the clock almost struck 12 once more, she saw him walking out of the water. The moon was bright that day, giving her a clear view of the man. Her lips parted, heart racing with anticipation as she slowly approached him. It was only then did she realise how much he towered over her. Saltwater coated his skin and she watched as he ran a hand through his wet hair.

“It’s you..,” [Name] began, swallowing as her eyes studied the man closely. His eyes wore the same darkness but it also carried some softness to it.

“Who are you? What are you? I-I cannot thank you enough for saving me. I-,” She stopped, forcing her tears back. Her head hung low, a hand moving to wipe her eyes quickly.

Namor moved a hand under her chin, lifting her head up slowly.

“My people call me K’uk’ulkan. Others who are not in favour, they call me Namor..,” He drifted off, thumb gently brushing her chin as he stared deep into the woman’s eyes.

“K’uk’ulkan,” She spoke, slowly and it sent tingles down the King’s spine. The way his name rolled off her tongue was like music to his ears. He brushed his thumb across her lower lip, humming lowly.

“I am the King of Talokan, my empire, my people. We reside beneath the Atlantic, away from the eyes of..surface dwellers,” She could hear the venom towards the end, flinching a little from the harshness. She brought a hand to his bicep, gently squeezing it in an attempt to comfort the King.

[Name] felt utmost grateful to the King and she inched closer to him.

“Thank you..for saving me. If it wasn’t for you, I..I refuse to think what would even happen if you hadn’t come,” She stopped, moving her head away to look at the distant sea. Namor moved his hands to her hips, gently gripping it. He leaned in, brushing his nose against her hair. “No one will ever hurt you again, mi amor. I will make sure of it,” He whispered lowly. [Name] rested her head against Namor’s chest momentarily, taking in his warmth in this cool night.

[Name] thought back on Namor’s words. It’s clear he didn’t exactly like humans. She knew how destructive they can be. But why her? Why did he not kill her? What makes her so special?

“Why me?” The woman pulled away, eyes meeting Namor’s.

“Hm?” He questioned.

“Why don’t you kill me? Why did you save me? It’s clear you don’t like humans but..but why me?” She asked, wetting her dry lips.

At this, Namor let out a low chuckle. His hand moved to the bracelet around her wrist, thumb brushing against the delicate skin.

“For so long, mi amor, I have watched you. I studied you and the very minute I saw you weren’t a threat, I knew I didn’t want to kill you. Yes, I have a certain hatred towards surface dwellers but it would be irrational of a King to not observe the good and bad aspects of the human race, wouldn’t it? My mother was once human and I accept that part of me,” Namor explained, his hand moving to brush a strand of hair behind the woman’s ear. Her cheeks flushed red and he could hear just how hard her heart was pounding in her chest.

“Do you know the reason why I saved you? Do you know the real reason why I watch you? Because I..,” Namor trailed off, both hands now gripping [Name]’s waist tightly. She winced, brows furrowed as she pushed slightly against the King.

“Because I want you for myself. To be mine and mine only. That filth touched you and I killed him for you. I killed him for you. I decorated my spear with his blood with one thing on my mind– that he hurt you and deserved to die,” [Name] saw his dark eyes, his tone was harsher and his grip was tight.

“L-Let go of me!” She pushed against the King but he refused to let her go.

“No. I will never let you go again. You are mine, [Name]. You are mine and mine only. I will make you my queen and you..you shall bear my child. I will make sure of that,” Namor growled, jaw clenched.

Behind, she could see blue-skinned creatures, dressed like warriors, walking out of the water. The larger male held in his hand a mask.

“No! No!” [Name] screamed, tears flowing down her cheeks as she fought against Namor’s hold. “Please, no! I don’t want this! I don’t want this!” She cried, her arms flailing about. Her fist collided with Namor’s jaw and the King’s head turnt to the side. Her teary eyes widened as Namor slowly turned back to her. Instead of anger, he smirked. Attuma handed his King the mask and he slowly brought it up to the woman’s mouth. [Name] struggled harder but whatever was emitting from the mask made her drowsy.

“No..please..Namor..,” The woman begged, eyes droopy. She slumped against Namor’s strong arm, the mask sitting snugly on her face.

“Sleep now, In yakunaj (my love),” Namor purred, picking the woman up in a bridal style. His lips brushed her forehead in a twisted, loving kiss as he walked towards the water with his soldiers.

“When you wake, everything will be so much better,”

“You are mine..forever,”

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[jeromeswife]

yandere namor x f!reader | super psycho love - part 1

Masterlist

Pairing: Namor x F!reader

Word count: 1k

Summary: An unfortunate woman encounters the king of Talokan.

Warnings: Sensual wording and descriptions lil spicy, kidnapping, hints of stalking, future smut in later chapters

Translations:

In yukanaj - darling

kaab - honey

Something lately drives me crazy

Has to do with how you make me

Struggle to get your attention

Calling you brings apprehension

The fresh air of the summer breeze hit (Y/N)'s nose as she took in the beautiful scenery on the beach she's looking upon. The smells of sand baking in the heat, the saltwater ocean, and the light smell of sunscreen she'd adorned on her skin. On her little space on the beach laid her computer, a towel, and portable beach chair. (Y/N) decided to take a vacation from her hard work as a software developer. Of course, she wanted to go into the water and enjoy the relaxing sensation she'd heard about, but she was afraid of the water.

It's not that she isn't a good swimmer! She'd done it a lot when she was younger and in the pool. But witnessing her friend almost drown as kid made her too anxious to step into water again. She loved the beach, but water was not her thing. The ocean was too much and too deep for her.

(Y/N) laid in her bikini, basking in the sun. It was pink from top to bottom, had a little bit of skirt, and some little diamonds on the top. Her (S/C) glowed in the shining sun, looking beautiful and otherworldly. She really looked dazzling to anyone who would be walking by, but alas, a private beach for a wealthy woman. She was just a human, 22 year old fresh out of college just a few months ago. Her job opportunities lead her to have a the dream life she wanted. But did she really have everything..?

The sound of singing was heard in the distance. (Y/N) was immediately put into a trance against her will. To her, it just seemed like she was curious why she would hear that when she's alone. However, that was not the case. Beyond her field of vision, a dark figure hid in the depths of the water, keeping a distance away from (Y/N).

She had always been fearful of water, but it felt different to her this time. (Y/N) just had to go in there! It was like a switch went off in her mind!

(Y/N) dipped her toes into the shallow, crystal blue water. It was just about the right temperature but it sent shivers up her spine. Unaware, something wasn't right. Her defenses weren't kicking in. Survival instincts? Gone. All due to the voices of song in the distance.

She went in deeper, ending up with the water at her waistline. Its slight ripples were creating small, gentle pressures against (Y/N)'s skin. All she wanted to do was dive right-

(Y/N) gasped when she tried to step forward and ended up colliding with a broad chest, adorned with gorgeous abdominal muscles that were wet, glittering in the sun. The beautiful brown skin caught her eyes but she realized that this person had been much taller than her!

"Watch your step, In yakunaj"

She stepped back, making eye contact with the stranger. Her eyes refused to pull away; the coco eyes; black, well trimmed facial hair; thick lips that were a dusty rose; and the humped nose with a septum piercing through. (Y/N) was left speechless by this unknown man, at least she perceived him as one.

"You.. This is a private beach! I rented this fair and square for my vacation! How did you get here!?"

The man let a dark chuckle leave his throat and stepped closer to her, closing the gap between them. His lips just slightly a few inches above her soft ones.

"Kaab, this beach doesn't belong to you. I go where I please and I just happen to be here with you."

His voice sounded like velvet to (Y/N)'s ears. She hadn't even noticed the siren song still going on. She was focused entirely on him.

"Well.. Can't really argue against that.. Nothing I can do about a weird guy on the beach-"

(Y/N)'s eyes caught sight of the pointy ears. Who was this guy? She had no idea. She'd never seen anyone with ears like that!

"With abnormally pointed ears.." (Y/N) finished.

"Don't you know it's rude to disrespect a king?"

This information totally caught her by surprise! A smirk appeared on his face, pretty proud of his snarky comment. Something about the way she looked when surprised lit a spark in him. Not that it'd add anything else to the way he felt about her when she caught his eye.

"King?"

"My people call me K'uk'ulkan, but my enemies call me Namor. And I hope you don't become my enemy, mi amor."

(Y/N) was taken aback, seeing the passion light up in Namor's eyes. The brown iris' seemed to grow darker; he had his eyes on the prize.

"I don't think we'll get there, K'uk'ulkan, king of the people you rule."

She had felt an immediate attraction but had immediately tried to push it down. After what happened many years ago? No. (Y/N) couldn't think about it. Namor's aura was dark and it seemed to be radiating onto her.

He said no word, still sizing her up with his eyes.

Sure, (Y/N) felt some random feeling for the king, but she knew creeps came in all shapes and sizes. She knew she had to watch out.

"I uh.. really think I should go-"

YANK!

(Y/N) had found herself wrapped up in Namor's arms, her back now to the chest she had only looked at. She felt the gaps of muscle graze her back and the body heat radiating from his skin.

"Please don't go.. I don't want to hurt you. Stay."

The singing in the distance grew louder. The vocal notes impacted and seeped themselves into her ears. The once (E/C) eyes became faded. Ghost-like, even.

"Yes, In yakunaj. Just like that."

There was no movement in (Y/N)'s body. Just the breaths and slow blinks. She was helpless to him, like a damsel in distress. Except he was the perpetrator to the damsel. Namor nodded over to Talokanil, signaling them to take care of her. He roughly picked her up into his arms bridal style. His soft hands scaled her forehead, pushing the loose hair behind her ear.

He nodded once again to his people. Amora stepped up and took out a blue oxygen mask, placing it over (Y/N)'s nose and mouth. They had sang one more note, putting her to sleep.

"You are finally mine, (Y/N). My future queen of Talokan."

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[faesdreaming]

Yandere Namor Headcanon

an: I’ll work on requests I swear, I’ve just been obsessed with this man

tw: yandere themes, Black Panther: Wakanda Forever Spoilers, stalking, overprotective behaviour, kidnapping, captivity, ooc

•Namor, a child without love as he’d been cursed, did not have it within his heart to love another. His love lay with his people. That was until he happened upon you. An inquisitive human who was investigating the legend of K'uk'ulkan. At first, he’d planned to kill you as he did with all others that had come to find him ans Talokan. However, your intentions, unlike the others, was honourable. You only visited out of curiosity, and acted respectfully towards the land and the people of the village. Namor began to observe you. He watched you from afar as you continued to search for him, for any signs for him. He never let you catch on though.

•Frustrated by your fruitless efforts, you decided to leave in resignation. Despite hiding himself from you, Namor wasn’t prepared for you to go. He’d spent so much time watching you that he grew obsessed. He was completely enamoured with you, with your mannerisms, your habits, your laugh, your smile, everything about you. You were a pure being. The cruel surface world was undeserving of you. So, the day you were meant to leave, you visited the beach one last time as a sort of nostalgic end visit. That’s when you saw him, emerging out of the water. You stood there, stunned. Here before you was K'uk'ulkan in all his glory. And he was glorious. He must’ve been the most gorgeous man you’d ever seen. The silence between you two grew as you eyes raked him over, taking him in. Slowly, he moved towards you, then he uttered your name. That single utterance of your name caused your insides to double over, twisting and turning.

“K'uk'ulkan,” you whispered in awe, eyes widened. Smiling, he corrected you, “Namor. You’ve been searching for me.”

Still in awe, you nodded slowly. “You wish to see it, do you not? My home,” asked Namor, outstretching his hand in an unspoken offer. He was inviting you, a mere human, to see his home. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you cautiously took his hand. He pressed a mask to your face and before you could register what was happening, you were being pulled under the water.

•Namor took you to an underwater cave where you didn’t need a mask. This is where you’d be staying, he told you. You didn’t pay any thought towards his ominous tone, too absorbed with the mesmerizing beauty of the cave. Namor then showed you to a high-tech deep-sea diving suit. Once you were suited up, Namor showed you Talokan. The underwater city was ethereal. You marvelled at the sights and the people, all who received you warmly. Namor’s heart swelled watching you interact with his people as if they were your own, well they would be soon.

•You enjoyed your time at Talokan. All your needs and wants were met. You adored spending time with the people, especially the children. However, eventually, the novelty wore off and you grew homesick. You tried to bring it up with Namor but he would either change the course of the conversation or just blow you off entirely. This dodgy behaviour worked up your irritation until it finally spilled over.

“Namor!” you called out. Namor turned around, his face set in an adoring smile. “I need to talk to you.”

“What is it? Is there anything you need?” He asked sweetly.

“I want to leave, and don’t try changing the subject. I love it here in Talokan, but this isn’t my home. I have a home, a life back on the surface that I need to return too,” you said, pleadingly.

Something in Namor’s eyes changed, and he titled his head in confusion. Then, he laughed. “Darling, tell me, what did you expect to happen once you accepted my hand. Did you believe that Talokan has remained hidden for so long through allowing people free range?”

Your heart rate quickened, and you stuttered, trying to formulate a response. You hadn’t thought of the future consequences, lost in the thought of experiencing the myths you’d studied for so long first hand. Chuckling, Namor closed the distance between you two and cupped your face with his hands. “Worry not, beloved. Talokan shall offer you far more than the surface world ever could.”

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[westernbaby]

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫 (𝐒𝐮𝐛-𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫)

[poc reader][woman reader] [This is quite rushed and I'm so sorry for that!] [I tried] [@yns-world ]

Namor is an ambitious person in all ways of life. He is knowledgeable of his power and how he will use it.

You were an inhabitant of what he calls the "surface world" when he first laid eyes on you. He has always been hostile towards full on humans but you weren't like the ones he saw all those years ago.

With his ability to visit the surface world, he'd come and visit you. Cradling your face in his hands and whispering sweet nothings.

One of the many things Namor adored about you was your effort to make him as comfortable as possible. Despite his title as a god and the ruler of Talocan.

You of course found the wings on his ankles a bit out of the ordinary but you never knew you were talking to the ruler of Talocan and a god, you didn't even know what Talocan was itself. Not until he eventually showed and told you.

Being the subject of the Feathered Serpent God's love comes with a whole other package. People from nearby villages would witness Namor's silhouette going towards another figure as if they were familiar with each other. And with that, rumors within their communities would spread.

As you saw throughout the movie, he's ambitious with his wants and his need to protect his people. Many would describe him as unhinged but he shows this side with good reason.

Nothing will stop Namor from causing almost unreasonable havoc on the livelihood of someone that caused you great pain, destroying the people around that person as well.

Just for great measure.

Being Namor's great love includes him telling you stories of the pain he's witnessed and caused. He'll also show you the artwork he's created on the walls of his cave, even showing you art he's created of you.

When the time comes for you to visit Talocan, which happens quite quickly, Namor wants to be as careful as he can with you.

You're human, incapable of breathing underneath the ocean let alone in the area as deep as where he and his people reside.

When you're taken to his home, you're provided with a suit in your favor. Namor leading you throughout every single curve of the cave with his hands on the harsh material of the suit.

When his people see you, they're shocked, obviously. But he talks to them with great reasoning as to why he brought you here. Eventually, they all warm up to you and your antics. They develop tendencies towards you aswell.

I mean, come on! Their ruler has intense urges to protect you and will do so in a second, it'll inevitably rub off on them.

Namor will find a way to have you be with him in Talocan at all times. Maybe trying to find the plant. Asking Shuri for assistance and if she can try and print a replica of it.

Namor is an incredibly loving man. It's shown with how he talks to those around him, with great care and urgency to figure out how they were hurt. He'll never let anyone that has caused you harm go free in any way.

You're blessed with the way he smiles at you as you awake in your shared bed, how he holds you, how he gently presses his forehead against yours.

You never expected this to happen but you would never turn a blind eye against how grateful you are for him.

If anything were to happen to you, he's quite obviously not against making every surface dweller suffer.

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[funnyexel]

delusional water king

“They’ll see you as my goddess.” Shaking your head, you back away from the man. 

“I’m not a goddess. I’m an experiment.” You show him the number on your lower back, accompanied by scars along the skin you displayed to him. Staring at your figure, he noticed the scars were pink in your dark skin, most likely scabbed up and picked away by the strong currents. Shoving your shirt down, you cross your arms over your stomach, looking down and away from him. 

“I am grateful that you saved me, I am but...I don’t want to destroy the beautiful city you helped build.” His eyes bore into you, even as you’re not looking, the chance of intimidation being too great. 

“I can’t control it, Namor.” The way his name moved off your tongue and into the air made him tispy, it echoed in the cave, bouncing off the walls. 

“You saw what I did. I killed so many people.” Glossy eyes stared up at the feathered serpent god. He squinted at you with a smirk playing at his lips, was he finally seeing the real, troubled you? Turning to the hole in the ground that leads to the endless body of water, you fully intend on leaving. 

“I’m sorry, if this is disrespectful to you. Please understand that everywhere I go destruction tends to follow.” 

“Go ahead.” He responds after listening to you, biting your lip and moving a hair from your face, you sigh. 

“I will disregard the disrespect. Only because it is coming from you, in reina.” Giving him a shy smile, you nod not quite understanding the last bits of what he said.

Standing off the edge where rock meets water, you step onto the liquid, turning to him and giving him a small wave. Submerging into the water, a small bubble tracing around your body that keeps air flowing while the water propels you through the small tunnels and out of Talokan. The feeling of guilt tugs at you for leaving your savior but the guilt of killing hundreds of people where you were held captive ate you alive. Reaching the surface, the bubble of air slowly deteriorates as you walk up to the sandy shore. Moments to dawn, you catch your breath as you walk away from the beach, taking one hesitant look back before disappearing into the dense forest. You needed time. Time to figure out your powers, time to find yourself and forgive yourself. It didn’t take long for you to forgive yourself for the unfortunate events at the hell hole, in the matter of days you thought and realized that losing your temper had to have been the best case scenario. 

You spent time in an abondoned hut alongside the oceanside. It was peaceful, the waves were a natural lullaby and helped with the unease of sleeping. Being self-efficent gave you the chance to fool around with your powers, learn what you can do without causing a catastrophe. Sitting elevated above the waves, you meditated and wondered if he would try to find you. 

“In reina.” You whispered opening your eyes, looking across the blue mirrors that connected with each wave, you could’ve sworn you heard someone say it before you.

Refraining from saying ‘hello’ or any of the sort. You’d rather not know if someone is here with you. Moving closer to the edge of the small cliff, you sway your hand in a circular motion, the waters pushing itself into a dance. Watching closely as the water formed a small cone shaped tornado that sunk to the bottom of the shallow floor. In this it showed, the particles of sand and small plants being swept into the current. Putting your hand in your lap, the mini tornado, slowed to a stop and transitioned back to the usual current of the ocean. Looking around your surroundings once more, you get up, dusting yourself off and go back to your hut.

If you could say something different to Namor, what would you say? Ask him what ‘in reina’ means or what he meant by ‘my goddess’. You were so shocked by what you’ve done prior that it didn’t register how handsome the man was, his tan skin, fit physique, raven hair and darkness that hides in his brown irises. A clear portrait of the man was painted onto the walls of your mind, and you were repeatedly looking at the painting, thinking of him after days of being alone. Laying down, you get comfortable on the floor bound cot, closing your eyes, your body relaxes on the soft surface.

“Y/n, in reina.” The voice deep, meaningful and close. Opening your eyes, your rest felt like it only lasted a split second. Looking around, you were surrounded by turquoise looming lights. The scenery definitely unfamiliar. Standing to your feet,

“Nib óolal, waal mía,” you turn to the sound of feet shuffling behind you and catch a glimpse of a blue skinned person leaving. Dark messy hair enters your view as you shake your head. Convinced that you’re hallucinating about this man, this dangerously attractive and hot man.

“What are you doing here?” You say in complete disbelief. A slight furrow in his brows as he gives you a small smile and honestly you could’ve dropped your panties for him right there. Wait what?

“I have changed my mind.” He reaches behind his neck, taking off one of his necklaces.

“Changed your mind?” You relay back to him in confusion, at this he smiles and nods.

“Can’t someone have a change of mind?” Your mind is fogged with confusion and its clearly displayed on your face.

“Yes, but I’m not following. I don’t understand what you're saying.” The small sounds his jewelry made as he rests them down on the nearest surface, echoes in the little pauses of silence.

“Am I not speaking english?” He asks as if you literally couldn’t understand. You realize he’s joking and chuckle.

“You are. I mean- ….What did you change your mind on?” You lose your train of thought mid sentence, his muscles suddenly having more definition now that its no longer covered by the many necklaces he wore.

His masculine stature compliments his collar bone and defined jaw thats hidden under a well kept beard. You need to get a hold of yourself, zoning out while observing his body and objectifying him when given the slightest chance. What would he do if he found out? Something bad you hope. Blinking yourself out the trance, bare chest is in your eyeshot. Looking up through your eyelashes, he’s already looking down.

“You.” Watching as his palm rests along your cheek, steadily tracing down your jaw and stopping by your chin.

All the while your breathing hitches, his thumb rubs along your lower lip. Most alarms are ringing in your head for you to stop but whats a simple kiss? Your hand slides up his waist, toned stomach and rests on his shoulder. His gaze shifting for a moment to your hand and back to you, by then you were already pushing yourself up. His lips pull you into a hypnosis of only wanting him, only wanting to kiss him, wanting to climb in his skin. His lips stray from yours to your cheek and neck in a rushed manner. His arm capturing you in an embrace to keep you from stumbling backward.

Your chest heaves excessively as you realize what you’re going to do. Failing to release you from his embrace, he guides you to a soft patch of the cave. It was odd, grassy and soft as he laid you down. The space made you wonder about the deep sea of unknown even more, if there’s possibility of healthy gardens thriving underwater, what other possibilities are there? Your hands glide over the greenery, feeling the cushiony plants and enjoying the pleasant sound it made as your hands moved through. All your senses were being satisfied, especially your eyes. The sight of him kneeling in front of you can make any women weak. He observes you and your fascination with the scene. His hands compliment your skin, when they stroke your thighs, goosebumps rising on your skin. Despite your body growing hotter and hotter with each passing moment. Leaning down, he kisses up to your core. Kisses alternating from right thigh to left thigh, your hips accidentally jerk once he’s two kisses away. His gaze shifts to you once more and he smiles. His dimples peaking through.

Your excitement is getting the best of you as he pulls your pants off, his finger tips gracing your lower stomach. Lowering his head to your core, you close your eyes and he kisses you. One long slow swipe of his tongue from your hole to your clit. His tongue teasingly licking at your clit, small and kitten like. You hum a moan, your hand hovering over your lips in upmost disbelief. Sucking on your folds like a starved man, he hooks his arms under your thighs and his hands grip at your thighs. Sweat beads down your forehead, mixing with a tear of pleasure. Finally opening your eyes, he is totally indulged in your pussy. Your shiny wetness on his cheeks, his head moving from side to side to make sure nothing is left untended to. A broken gasp leaves your chest when he nips at your clit sharply. Fanning yourself, you take in deep breaths at the realization that your body is overheating. You attempt to plead his name but his tongue slips in your hole at the right moment and touches your g-spot. Making you shriek.

“namor…” You mutter, breathing heavily. Your pussy squeezing his tongue and legs clenching on his head, demanding more. Shaking your head, your moans leave your throat in a struggle.

Cumming all over his cheeks and chin, he laps up the mess and unhooks his hands from your thighs. Your eyes follow his stature as he sits up. Your chest heaving up and down, he holds you in a compelling trance.

“What are you doing,” His voice dips in a jagged tone, warning you and stopping you in your tracks. You were scooting away from him.

“take me home, please.” You trembled as he shifted close.

You cross your ankles and shield yourself from him, “we can’t, namor please, listen to me.” He shakes his head, his playful manner gone.

“I hear you, but I won’t listen.” His hands uncross your ankles, opening your legs to him once more, “I’ll fuck you until you beg to stay with me.” You gasp, his hard-on rubbing against you as he raps your legs around his waist.

The waistband of his shorts gone and your eyes dart everywhere. This is what you want, it is, but this is one of those journeys that you can’t turn back from once you’ve begun.

“Look.” He commands your body with a word, this brings a soft smile to his lips.

“I deserve you. I knew I did when I first saw you,” he moans softly when he uses his fingers to part your soaked lips.

“I waited this long, can’t you give me something I deserve, hm?” His attention was on you, his tip moving between your lips and squishing around your come. You moan as nod to the man, cursing yourself at your wordless affirmations.

a/n: don't mind the title I'm just having fun at this point...and here's the translations cause I know some of y'all lazy asf

in reina - my queen

Nib óolal, waal mía - thank you, my child

more of my writing

#fanfiction #y/n #black fanfiction #smut #marvel smut #yandere #male yandere #marvel cinematic universe #yandere scenerio #yandere x reader #namor of talokan #namor x you #namor #mcu namor #namor fic #namor x reader #kukulkan #black panter wakanda forever

[lilibrownlabonita]

English: My question box is open, wide open, ask me anything pls, make requests with some details for better development.

Pt br: Minha caixa de perguntas está aberta, bem aberta, me pergunte qualquer coisa pls, faça pedidos com alguns detalhes para um melhor desenvolvimento.

Espanhol: Mi caja de preguntas está abierto, bien abierto, pregúnteme cualquier cosa, por favor haga pedidos con algunos detalles para un mejor desarrollo.

#wakanda forever #namor x reader #namor #tenoch huerta #fic #tenoch #kukulkan #marvel #mabel cadena #namora x reader #attuma x reader #attuma #alex livinalli #namor the sub mariner #aqua papi #shuri x reader #yandere xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe smut #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier x y/n #percy hynes white

[kpopgirlbtssvt]

I feel like I’ve read all the fluffy Namor fics😭😭 Please send me the softest Namor fics!!! I need the fluff🤧🤧 (also if anyone has opened requests for Namor, please let me know!! I have lots of request ideas to send in🤧🤧)

#namor x autistic reader #namor imagine #yandere namor #namor #namor x you #namor headcanons #namor x reader #namor fanfiction #namor fanart #namor fic #namor the sub mariner #king namor #namor x y/n #namor x oc #ku’kul’kan #ku’kul’kan x reader #black panther wakanda forever #k'uk'ulkan of talokan #Talokan #attuma of talokan #talokanil #king of talokan #namor of talokan #queen of talokan #talokan trio #attuma x reader #namora x reader #namora #attuma #namor fluff

[lunathebee]

Yo I need number 8 on your namor prompt list PLS 🙏🏾 I honestly live for your fics!

Pairing: Namor x fem!reader

Warning: ooc!Namor (tbh not a lot he's already mean as himself), no plot just angst, hint of yandere, suggestive theme, don't read if you're uncomfortable with it

A/n: dialogue prompt #8: "Áantení! P’atéen tíin juunaj! (Help! Leave me alone!)" ― "Silent!"

Summary: Namor is a king, and a king gets whatever he wants, even if it's by force.

"Stop crying; you're irritating me." Namor growled as he watched Y/n sobbing her heart out in one corner. The poor woman was squeezing herself into it, trying to be as small as possible. 

Namor could only glare at Y/n, his eyes focused on her tear-stained face. "If you cry for another second, I will destroy your village on land." 

"No! P-Please... I will stop." Y/n quickly wiped her puffy red eyes, swallowing hard at Namor's threat. She can't let everyone in danger just because of her selfishness—how ironic that they're the ones who selfishly threw her away to Namor in the first place.

Y/n bites her lips when thinking back to the conversation she had with the elderly.

'You're the only one who is worthy enough to sacrifice to the god'

What nonsense! The village only picks her because she's a nobody, the black sheep among everyone, the person that no one will miss even if they goes missing.

But that won't stop Y/n from fighting for her freedom and her life. 

"Please...please let me free; I'm begging you." Y/n start to crawl towards Namor, knowing that being submissive to the king is the only option.

The woman can physically hear the heartbeat hammering in her chest, waiting for Namor's answer. He is sitting on his throne, his eyes full of boredom; someone could even say he will let out a yawn at any moment. 

"No."

Namor spit out one word before smirking, enjoying Y/n's frantic reaction; she's on the verge of a breakdown, and to him, the show has just begun.

"What do you mean?! Please I'm worthless to you, I- You won't even know what to do with me-"

"Who said I wouldn't know what to do with you?" Namor cut Y/n off before slowly walking towards her like a predator to a prey. The king likes to tease around a bit, but his patience has run thin and he doesn't want to wait any longer.

Y/n's thoughts run wild when Namor gets closer and closer to her. The "flight or fight" instinct turned on like a switch inside her; she decided to run but quickly got caught by Namor.

"You think you can run?" Namor grabbed Y/n's face, squeezing her cheeks. " In yakunaj (my love), I'm disappointed in y-ARG!" 

Y/n has used all her strength to bite down on Namor's hand, making the man let go of her in surprise. 

"Áantení! P’atéen tíin juunaj! (Help! Leave me alone!)"

"Silent!" Namor becomes angry when Y/n still doesn't accept her fate yet; she now belongs to him, to Talokan. "This is your home now, and you don't run away from your home." 

"No..no..how could you..how could you do that to me?!" Y/n fell to her knees, crying in agony after listening to what Namor said.

How could this be her home? She missed her real "home," a place with fresh breeze blowing her hair and blazing hot sun on her skin.

Namor just stood aside and watched everything. Sooner or later, Y/n will enjoy living here with him; he will make sure of that.

Even if it's by force.

#namor x y/n #namor x reader #namor fic #namor imagine #namor x you #k'uk'ulkan #k'uk'ulkan x reader #k'uk'ulkan x you #black panther wakanda forever #mcu namor #mcu x reader #mcu imagine #mcu fic #tenoch huerta namor #tenoch x reader

[lena-after-dark]

Request List

Henry Creel + "Why are you running? I did this for you!" (For anon)

Nathan Wallace + "If I don't keep an eye on you, who knows what will happen?" (For anon)

Dana Scully + "Tell me how much you love me." (For eternetei)

Namor dealing with a darling who's run away from him. (For anon)

Candyman + "N-no, no, no, shhh, you're okay. I would never hurt you." (For borg-queer)

Namor + “You have no idea how far I’m willing to go for you.” (For ourjovialpoetrystudent)

Namor + “I feel sick every time you talk about someone who isn’t me.” Look at the full request, me. (For positivitylane112)

Baby Firefly x Fem!Reader Yandere HCs (For mommymilks)

Jennifer Check x Fem!Reader Yandere HCs SFW + NSFW(For mommymilks)

Josh Lambert kidnaps reader again, and they think it's Parker but it isn't (For anon)

Namor + "Did you sleep well? ...I know, I saw." (For anon)

Wanda + "Why are you running? I did this for you!” (For anon)

Namor using the siren ability (NSFW) (For anon)

Reader being used as a sacrifice to Namor, but instead of killing her he falls in love and becomes possessive (For anon)

Marilyn Thornhill x teacher!reader + V - Venus flytrap (deceit): “Afraid of what you’re seeing now, sweetheart?” (For anon)

Marilyn Thornhill x fem!reader + "Don't complain now - you did this to yourself." (For anon)

Larissa Weems x male!reader + “If you won’t take care of yourself I will be forced to do it for you.” (For judge-m0rt1s)

M'Baku x fem!reader smut - M'Baku sees Avenger reader and decides that she will be his queen. (For anon)

Namor x retired Avenger fem!reader - Namor decides that y/n is his soulmate and she will be his, no matter what. (For anon)

Kusuriuri x cat hybrid reader - Daffodil + G1 and W1 feat. noncon (For cassanderasblog)

Possessed!Josh x fem!reader - reader is sent by Carl to use the sedative, and in turn reader gets slightly sedated. NSFW, dubcon. (For miracleslifewithart)

#request list #writing list #to do list

[oreosmilkshakes]

Fatal Obsession

Pairing: Namor/K’uk’ulkan x mutant!reader

Fandom: Marvel- Black Panther Wakanda Forever

Word Count: 4,505

Warning(s): 18+, Dark Namor, !!MAJOR SPOILERS!! Violence, really dark themes, mentions of repeated non-consensual intercourse, forced pregnancy, yandere behaviour.

A/N: This is a requested fic and I really hope I tackled it well. The amount of research I did was craaaaazy and I really hoped I didn’t get anything wrong. Personally, I think the ending was terrible but other than that, please enjoy this fic with the cheesy title :0.

Taglist: @oyasumimosura​

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Wakanda has been [Name]’s second home since she lost her brother. The pain became unbearable and unable to face the truth, she walked away from the Avengers to find peace and solitude. She met T’Challa on her journey, seeking help from the then prince on mending her emotions and her mind. Their friendship would escalate and he granted her safe isolation in Wakanda.

Then came the Civil War. [Name] wanted to walk away. She really did. Even though her control over her powers were much better than her sister’s, she didn’t like using it offensively. Her reunion with Wanda eased her worries about her sister. The news was cruel but [Name] understood why they were as such. Wanda didn’t exactly have good control over her powers.

[Name] knew she owed T’Challa so much and more, especially for helping her get back up on her feet. Shuri has been another helping hand too and living Wakanda has been such an eye-opener.

Everything went well for so many years even after all that has happened.

But nothing lasts forever.

[Name] had planned to leave Wakanda for a bit, to seek out her and reconnect with her sister. Until she sensed something amiss with her friend.

T’Challa had a hand on the wall, hunched over and coughing.

“T’Challa? Are you alright?”

The King didn’t stop his coughs, wheezing as he turned to face the woman. He looked sickly. “[Name]-,” He choked out, dropping to the floor with a loud thud.

“T’Challa!” She screamed, running over to him. Her hands moved to his cheeks, cold sweat coated her palm. She could see specks of blood on his bottom lip and his pulse was frantic.

[Name] flicked her Kimoyo beads, calling for medical assistance.

“Please! We’re in the gym. Something is wrong with the King!” She cried. T’Challa coughed again, more blood splattered onto the floor. She moved a hand to his chest, her palm glowed red as she searched for the cause of his illness and what she found was so much worse than she had expected.

The doctors had rushed in with the hoverbed, carefully putting their King on it as the nurse guided the woman back.

[Name] watched, with teary eyes as her friend was taken away.

She visited T’Challa everyday with Shuri. The King laid on the bed, tubes connected to him along with the steady beat of his heart. Her heart clenched again, fearing deeply that she was going to lose T’Challa too.

[Name] held a bowl of soup, sitting closely to the King as his eyes glanced over to her

“T’Challa,” She leaned closely, slowly stirring the soup.

“[Name],” He smiled weakly and it pained her again. He looked nothing like he did the first time she met him. He was so thin and so sickly. She could only give him a weak smile.

She brought the spoon up to his lips as he slowly sipped on the warm liquid.

“How are you feeling?”

The King swallowed and she could see it was a struggle to do so. But, he smiled. “Never better,” He cleared his throat, inhaling deeply.

“Is Shuri back to her work?” [Name] nodded. “She hasn’t left her lab in days, still working with Griot and her lab techs to find a cure for you.  The Queen and I are worried about her..,” She mumbled.

At this, T’Challa frowned. This was the third time he has heard this reason. He has tried to stop Shuri and reason with her but she wouldn’t give up.

He was dying and that was it. It was the true reality.

[Name] kept feeding the King until he shook his head and she set the bowl away. He raised a hand up, she took it without a single word.

“You have grown up so much since the first time I saw you. You are so much stronger than you know,” He squeezed her hand, a bigger smile on his lips.

“I want you to promise me something,” “T’Challa, no-,” “Please, [Name]? Consider this my last few wishes before I join my ancestors,” He pleaded, locking eyes with the young woman. She swallowed, eyes faltering as she nodded.

“I want you to take care of Mother and Shuri for me. I want you to protect Wakanda and keep her people safe. And I want you to find your sister. I want you to-to go back out and find your sister. Can-,” T’Challa coughed a little, [Name]’s head snapped up.

“Can you do that for me?

“ T’Challa, please. I can’t leave you-” “Please, [Name]?” He breathed out heavily.

Her eyes could see just how serious the King is and could only nod.

“Okay..Okay..I’ll..I’ll do it,” She nodded. T’Challa released her hand, giving her a nod.

She thought she had time. Time to recollect herself and plan out her new journey of finding her sister. But…

[Name] made her way to Shuri’s lab. T’Challa had been relocated to her lab so the princess could work easier. Silence filled the air. It was thick and dreadful and she knew what was going on. She made her way down the stairs, listening to Shuri’s cries as the Queen hugged her child tightly.

[Name] dropped her bag, hands covering her mouth as hot tears pricked her eyes. Queen Ramonda looked up at her and [Name] knew she was staying strong for Shuri. Her own tears fell and the Queen extended her arm out. She didn’t hesitate to join in the hug, sobbing into the Queen’s shoulder at the loss of her best friend and brother figure.

So, here she stood, among the Wakandans and the elders, dressed in her funeral garment as Shuri wailed on her brother’s casket. [Name] looked away, letting her tears flow while M’Baku had a comforting arm on her shoulder. The royal ship took the casket away. [Name] was beginning to feel the weight of her new duty on her shoulders.

She has lost too much now.

However, T’Challa’s passing was hard but the hardest had yet to come. [Name]didn’t give up on finding Wanda. She met up with Wong, Stephen and the new girl, America. Her sister was hunting down the girl just so she could find her sons in other universes. Grief held onto her heart tightly and it held on even tighter upon realising the ending to their final fight.

“Wanda, please! Don’t do this. I can save you. Just-Just take my hand, sister. Please, I can’t lose you too,” [Name] had her hand stretched out but Wong and America were pulling her back. Wanda gave her a soft smile, shaking her head. “No, [Name]. I have to do this. You’ll learn to survive without me, malo jagnje. You’ll find someone who’ll love you and care for you, just as Pietro and I do,” Her sister wore her smile but [Name] knew the impending doom. The childhood nickname Wanda gave her ever since she was a young girl was like a stab to the heart. She watched helplessly, as the castle walls toppled on her. The portal closed and [Name] dropped to her knees, allowing the tears to flow freely while America held onto her in a comforting manner. [Name] was beyond exhausted, more than her body could take on. She just wanted to return to Wakanda and never to leave again. So, she did and didn’t return.

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[Name] returned to Wakanda, to find them in shambles. Exhaustion was heavy on her bones. She had used too much power during the last fight and she needed rest.

But, new circumstances didn’t grant it.

Okoye had grabbed her, tears in her eyes.

“[Name],”

“Okoye? What’s wrong? What-,” “Please, you have to find Shuri. She was taken,” The witch furrowed her brows, confusion clear on her face. “What?! What happened?” “I-,” Okoye swallowed, wiping her tears and regaining her strong composure once more.

“A week ago, Queen Mother and Shuri had an unexpected encounter with a..to crudely put it, a man who came from the water. He threatened the Queen and he demanded that an American scientist be handed over to him. There was a research ship in the middle of the Atlantic. They were there to search for Vibranium with a device made by this American scientist. Authorities found the ship adrift with nobody on board and they are blaming Wakanda for the attack on the ship,” Okoye paused.

[Name] noticed something was different about the General.

“Okoye, what happened to you? Where is your..spear?”

“The Queen demoted me for my carelessness. I..I was the reason the princess was taken away. Three days ago, I convinced the Queen to let me handle this American scientist with Shuri. American authorities were chasing us as we got to the extraction point. But we were ambushed by his warriors. They took away Shuri and Riri, [Name],”

The woman swallowed, absorbing the new information. Shuri was taken. Shuri was taken without her knowledge. Her jaw clenched, fist tightening.

“Where can I find her?” “I don’t know. But find Nakia. If I know the Queen, and I do, her next move will be to find Nakia to track Shuri down,”

Red swirled between the woman’s fingers.

“Sit tight, Okoye. I will get the princess back,”

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[Name] adjusted the sleeve of her wetsuit, looking over at Nakia. Her eyes were planted on the holo-screen of her kimoyo beads. “She’s here. Griot, can you verify?”

“Affirmative,” The AI replied, a red dot blinking steadily. Nakia turned to [Name]. “Are you ready?” and she nodded.

The women held onto the aquatic vehicle as it was brought to the secret cave that led to Talokan. [Name] worried about Shuri’s wellbeing, on top of her piling exhaustion. She shook her head, fist clenched tightly. She failed to protect Shuri and the only way to make it up was to save the Princess and the scientist.

The darkness engulfed the duo, the only light emitting was from their aquatic vehicle. The radar read that they were getting closer and closer to Shuri’s position. The duo resurfaced, their helmet scanned the depths of the cave.

“Princess Shuri’s position is 500 metres to the right. There are two other beings with them,” Griot informed.

“I’ll take point. Cover our backs?” Nakia held up the rifle. “Go. I got it,”

The caves were well lit, glowworms hung from the ceiling of the caverns. Soon, they heard voices and [Name] recognised it to be Shuri’s. Nakia sneaked into the cave prison, knocking out the first guard with the back of her rifle and pointing it back to the other.

“Shuri!” [Name] ran to the woman, hugging the princess tightly before pulling away.

“We don’t have much time. We’re getting you out-,” The Talokanil maiden shoved Nakia’s rifle away and grabbed Riri, a knife to her neck. The maiden spoke in a harsh tone and judging by it, it was not friendly words. [Name] clenched her jaw, clenching her fist. A red glow curled around the maiden’s hostile hand, forcing the blade away from Riri’s neck. [Name] shoved the maiden back and Nakia took this opportunity to shoot her. Shuri grabbed Riri, keeping her close. The mutant woman felt her shoulders become heavier.

“Come on! We have to go! We don’t have much time until he returns,” Nakia urged the two women out, [Name] behind as they made their way to the aquatic vehicle.

Once resurfaced, [Name] felt something was wrong. The vibrations in the water were erratic. “He’s coming!” The royal ship hovered over the four women, transporting them up.

A spear shot out of the water, aimed at the ship.

“Look out!” [Name] screamed, using her magic to deflect the spear. Nakia, Riri and Shuri were safe in the ship. “Griot, get them out of here. Now! I will protect them,”

“Understood, [Name],”

A figure hovered over the water, a raging expression clear on his face. The ship flew off. Her kimoyo beads beeped. “[Name]! What are you trying to do?!” Shuri yelled.

“What I should have done. Protect you. Don’t worry about me. Just get to safety. I will handle him,” [Name] flexed her fingers, magic swirled between each digit. She ended the call and briefly, she could see Namor’s expression shift.

“Who are you? What are you?” [Name] questioned. Namor had his spear in hand, the metal glinting at the woman under the bright sun.

“My people call me K’uk’ulkan..But my enemies call me Namor. I am the firstborn son of Talokan and a mutant,”

A mutant? He was like her. [Name] was surprised, eyes widened at his words.

“You are like me..?”

The corner of Namor’s lips curled into a small smirk, head tilted down in a menacing way. “I am nothing like you,”

The battle shook the waters, eventually going back to land where unfortunately, the King had the upper hand this time. Each shot the woman took, Namor dodged it. However, she was not going to make this as easy as it seems. She used her magic to freeze the wings on his ankles, sending the King plummeting into the sand. He managed to catch himself, unable to move freely. Running to the King, she grabbed his spear that was stabbed into the sand and whipped the back of the spear on his face. The King growled, cutting his cheekbone with ease. His hand caught the spear and pulled the woman down, catching her by surprise. The magic around his ankles disappeared and he grabbed the woman’s armoured collar. [Name] was panting hard, pushing herself to the extreme limit. She had to escape his grasp. The woman gathered her strength, magic swirling her form and with a shout, the remaining of her magic pushed both of them apart. Namor’s eyes widened in shock, the force of the magic pushed him back far from the woman.

[Name] landed on the sand, struggling to stand back up. In the distance, Namor approached, spear in hand. His chest heaving, tired from their fight. He understood her power but he did not know the full extent of it. The King knew he had to get her in every way possible. The witch could be his greatest ally and a powerful Queen to his people. He could see the two of them ruling Talokan together, watching as the surface world burnt with their combined strength.

He wanted her

He needed her

The witch could hear her heart pounding in her chest, dragging herself back with a hand outstretched. Light red swirled between her fingers, clear indication that she was weakened and pushed to the limit. Namor shoved her hand down with the bottom of his spear, foot on her wrist. [Name] screamed in pain as he pushed down a little.

“You fought well despite your weakened state,” He kneeled down, hand grabbing her neck. He lifted his foot off, easily picking the woman up by the throat. [Name] choked, fists slamming on the King’s arm.

“Perhaps with a bit more strength, you may have bested me. But perhaps that day is not today,” His hand squeezed her neck. [Name] wheezed. “P-Please..Mercy..Mercy,” She forced out, gripping the golden-green brace on his arm.

Namor leaned in. “You have failed your people, little witch. You belong to me now. If Wakanda wishes to have you back, they would be forced to meet my demands. But no matter. I am not interested in the scientist anymore. I just wish to seek vengeance on Wakanda,” He reached for the kimoyo beads, breaking the connection before throwing it away.

[Name] felt the world spin, struggling to breathe.

Her world turned black and as it did, Namor leaned in even closer.

“I will have my every way with you. I promise you,”

Minutes turned to hours, hours turned to days and days turned to..[Name] didn’t know. She couldn’t grasp her surroundings, her body beyond weakened. Her world was a blur and she didn’t know what was happening. Her mind was blank.

Everyday was the same. She would wake up with her feeling cold, a thin cover to blanket her from external eyes. She could see the King briefly but then, it went dark again. She could feel something being forced down her throat each day by a maiden. It was sweet at first but then, the taste instantly turned bitter. A drug to tame the witch. After that, the mutant woman would be left alone.

She needed to feel pain to feel something.

She had to escape.

[Name] awakened once more, being met with silence. Namor was nowhere to be seen and she didn’t sense any guards outside. The woman pushed the blanket off, the cold wind bit her bare, naked body. She swung her legs off the bed, a soft whimper left her lips. She squeezed her eyes shut as she froze, feeling pain between her legs. The more she moved, the pain worsened. But that was enough to get [Name] to think straight.

This was the perfect chance!

[Name] moved on shaking legs, grabbing whatever garment she could find to put on. She shook her head, clearing the blur from her eyes. She didn’t recognise the cavern area she was in but she knew she was back in Talokan.

Tears pricked her eyes and they fell, leaning on a rock as she sobbed quietly.

“Sister..please..give me strength,” She whimpered, eyes closed shut as she gathered whatever strength she had left. A faint shade of red swirled on her hand, leading towards the way out.

[Name] wiped away her tears furiously, carefully following the wisp of red towards her freedom.

It was a bunch of twists and turns and with her magic, she got out of the water and back onto dry land. She had to contact Shuri..or someone from Wakanda.

Anybody.

[Name] wandered aimlessly until she heard voices. The sound of children giggling and locals going about their day. She emerged through the greens, leaning on the wooden hut.

“Por favor…ayúdame. Por favor…,” (Help me, please..help me) She begged, dropping to her knees. The locals surrounded immediately, moving to help this strange woman.

She lost consciousness once more, tired from everything that has been happening to her.

[Name] gained consciousness the next day, laid on a bed in a hut. It had others on the same bed too and could only conclude she was in their local hospital. She had some rest but the effects of the drugs were still strong. On the plus side, she could feel her magic was a little stronger than it was. She had to leave but not without thanking the locals for their hospitality. She could see their faces change as she left, knowing they wanted her to stay longer to ensure she was fully healed but time was not on [Name]’s side.

She had to go back to Wakanda.

Everything else was a blur and a breeze.

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The beeping of the heart monitor woke [Name] up from her slumber. The light blinded her eyes as it slowly fluttered open, trying to adjust. She realised she was on a bed and the surroundings looked familiar. Turning her head, she was alone. But not for long because frantic footsteps rushed over to her and the witch recognised the form.

“S-Shuri?” “[Name],” The princess rushed over, hands on her best friend to check she was uninjured. The woman sat up instantly, wrapping her arms around the new Black Panther.

“We thought we lost you..[Name], you went missing for almost a whole month,” Shuri adjusted the bed so the witch could sit up with ease. [Name] felt hotness behind her eyes, tears threatening to flow again. “How..How did I get here?” She asked, glancing over to the cup of water on the nearby table. Shuri took the hint and took it.

“The border guards found you, [Name]. You were gone for a whole month and..and we thought you were dead! We sent out soldiers to find you but with the threat from Namor..,” Immediately, the woman froze as the princess trailed off.

“What happened after we escaped, [Name]?” Shuri asked, seriousness in her tone.

[Name] swallowed, looking up at her best friend.

“Our fight..it went horribly wrong. I thought I had it but my powers aren't as strong as they usually are. After what happened in Manhattan a-and losing Wanda and..,” She trailed off and Shuri understood immediately. “So much has happened, Shuri and I-I..I’m so tired. Namor..he..he bested me in the fight and took me to his empire. I tried to keep track of my time there but they fed me something. Everything became a blur and I kept passing out,”

Shuri felt her heartbreak. [Name] really didn’t know. She took the witch’s hand, lacing it together. “Do you..not remember anything about what happened in Talokan?” And the witch could only shake her head.

“Oh, [Name]..,” Shuri sniffled, pulling the woman in another tight hug. She pulled away first, eyes looking away and head tilted down. [Name] knew that look.

“What? I know that look, Shuri..”

The princess moved a hand to her kimoyo beads, and a pair of holo-screen emerged in front of the bed. It was the medical status of her body.

The witch took her time to read her stats. The drug was no longer in her system and her body was healing itself up at a steady pace.

“What..?”

Shuri swallowed. “Do you feel pain..here?” She gestured around her thigh and lower waist area. [Name] winced when she moved her legs a little, nodding.

“Oh, [Name]..I really don’t know how to tell you thi-,” “Just say it. Please? I..I can take it,”

Shuri swallowed again.

“You’re pregnant, [Name],”

[Name] froze, the grip on the cup loosen and it fell to the floor, shattering with a loud crash. The silence that came was deafening and she felt light-headed once more. Shuri’s words played on repeat.

She was pregnant..with a baby. With Namor’s baby. She was going to carry a baby.

Tears flowed freely, a hand moved to her abdomen. [Name] sobbed hard, head hung as the salty tears fell to the medical gown. Shuri wrapped her arms around the woman’s crying form, gently rubbing her back until she calmed. [Name] didn’t speak a word, her mind racing with so many thoughts. Did she want to keep the baby? If she did, where was she going to hide? Namor is going to search the world for her and he isn’t going to stop until he finds her and their child. Wakanda was not safe for her anymore.

This leaves with Kamar-Taj. She could ask Stephen for help and seek refuge whilst she goes through her new life.

[Name] wiped her tears and inhaled deeply, holding both of Shuri’s hands.

“Shuri..I want to keep the baby. But if I’m going to do so..I have to leave. He..He’s going to find me and I have to keep running to make sure he doesn’t catch me,”

Shuri’s eyes widened. “But..where are you going to go?” “Kamar-Taj. I’m going to Kamar-Taj. I-I can see refuge under Stephen Strange and Wong and hide from..from Namor. I’m sorry, Shuri. I’m so, so sorry,”

Shuri shook her head, gently squeezing the witch’s hand. “No, please. Don’t be sorry. I understand. I will help you from Wakanda and if you ever need anything, anything at all..,” Shuri removed her own kimoyo beads, slipping it on the witch’s wrist. “You know who to call,”

[Name] sniffled, adjusting the beads and nodded. The two shared another tight hug.

This wasn’t the end.

There was still so much to do after all.

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EPILOGUE

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[Name] smiled widely, a finger gently caressing the baby’s nose. Wrapped in a soft blanket, Rodavan slept peacefully. She sat on her bed, humming quietly while the baby slept. She knew she made the right decision to keep the baby because he was a miracle despite what had happened. Rodavan inherited so much of Namor’s looks. His nose, eyes and the pointed ears.

When [Name] got to Kamar-Taj, Wong was there to greet her. She told him everything he needed to know, holding back the darker information and Wong didn’t hesitate to grant her refuge. Her home was far from Kathmandu but a door connected her home to the sacred grounds. Wong had fortified the magic around her isolated home, ensuring both the mother and son were protected.

[Name] sat on the rocking chair on the porch of her home, leaning down to plant a kiss to the baby’s head. She was glad to find peace in Nepal, letting her guard down a little.

Soft rustling pulled [Name] out of her thoughts, head snapping up towards the trees surrounding her home. The sun would be setting soon.

The leaves rustled again. [Name] stood, clutching her baby closer to her chest as her heart raced. She was sensing potential danger but she didn’t know what it was. A twig snapped made the woman jump, hairs standing on end as she pushed her front door open. Leaves crunched behind her and that’s when [Name] knew something or someone was behind her among the trees.

Slowly, she turned towards the darkness. Her chest heaved quickly and Rodavan awoke, sensing his mother’s distress. His lower lip trembled and he started to cry.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay..Shh..,” [Name] swallowed, gently bouncing the baby while she still stared among the trees.

Then, she saw it.

She saw him.

Namor emerged from the darkness, Talokanil soldiers behind him with their weapons in hand. [Name] gasped, clutching her baby closer to her chest as he cried. He tilted his head back, inhaling deeply before returning his stare at her.

How did he find her?

This area was protected!

[Name] took a step back. And another. And another. All while keeping her eyes on the monster. Her fear was eating her up but she had to care for Rodavan. The Talokanil warriors had surrounded her home now. She shook her head frantically.

“You won’t get me or the child easily!” [Name] screamed, covering Rodavan’s face with the blanket.

Namor scoffed, a dark and dangerous smirk spread across his lips.

“We shall see about that, In yakunaj,” (my love)

With that, [Name] immediately ran towards the portal door as the water grenade struck the beam of the home, narrowly making her escape as the wood shattered and splintered behind her.

When she got to Kamar-Taj, the horrors she found were beyond anything she had seen. Fires spread from house to house, dead bodies littered the streets and the training grounds of the sacred land, the whole temple was left in nothing but debris. She forced back a choke, running towards safety.

No place was safe, [Name] knew this.

It was only a matter of time until she was found again.

After all, she was the source of the God’s dangerous obsession.

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[oreosmilkshakes]

Eternally Mine

Pairing: Namor/K’uk’ulkan x reader

Fandom: Marvel- Black Panther Wakanda Forever

Word Count: 1,843

Warning(s): Dark Namor, !!there is spoilers!!, fluff, a little talk about injury

A/N: Honestly, Namor’s real name has me getting crossed eyed. The amount of times I had to check and cross-check to ensure I got his name right is crazy. Anyway, here is the sequel and final story to Forever Mine. I hope this isn’t cringy too ;-; I will push out more writing! Enjoy reading!

Part 1: Forever Mine 

Taglist: NIL

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[Name] didn’t know exactly how long it has been since Namor whisked her away. The caves of the King’s home were lonely, despite the presence of the guards that protected the premises. The walls were cold but the bed was even colder. She missed the seaside breeze, the heat on her skin and the food. She missed it all. [Name] sat atop the makeshift bed, one made with the most comfortable furs and a really sturdy frame. The occasional drops of water break the silence from time to time. The woman pulled the blanket over her body. It was too cold and a part of her sought the comfort of the King.

[Name] remembered the morning after she was taken. She recalled fighting the King, thrashing against his hold, crying and begging for him to take him back. Namor simply ignored her, throwing her on the bed with a threatening finger.

“Try anything and I will retaliate. Understand?” And all she could do was nod, tears flowing freely. Namor caught a tear, rubbing it between his fore and thumb. “Don’t fear me, mi amor. I don’t want to hurt you but if I have to, I will,” His words were more of a promise than a threat. All the woman did was swallow and nodded, fear covered her heart.

Eventually, [Name] lost track of time. Each time Namor returned home, her voice would soften, refusing to meet his eyes but still acknowledge his presence. On his travels to the outside world, he would return with so many gifts ranging from clothes to exotic jewellery. Her heart melted at his sweet actions and slowly, she began opening up to him. She wore the clothes when he wasn’t around, twirling around to see herself. Her hands rubbed her own arms, smiling softly. As days passed, she realised that perhaps Namor isn’t that much of a threat she may have perceived him to be.

But she never forgot her misery.

Namor entered their shared home, dressed in his elaborate but beautiful cloak. [Name] was laying on their shared bed, turned away from the King.

“In yakunaj,” He called out, moving around the bed. He sat on the edge, a strong hand gently laid on her arm. She didn’t acknowledge him, burying her face in the pillow to ignore him. The bracelet around her wrist caught his eyes and a proud smile spread across his lips. “You wear the bracelet. It brings out your beauty even more,” He tried, in an attempt to get the woman to react but all she did was grumble into the soft pillow.

“Look at me, in yakunaj,” Namor instructed, hand gently squeezing her arm for a reaction. However, she didn’t give him anything.

Namor growled. Her disobedience was getting on his nerves. His large hand ripped the pillow away from her face, grabbing her chin to force her to look at him. Upon laying his eyes on her redden eyes and tear stained cheeks, his anger melted. Furrowed brows relaxed and his jaw muscles eased.

“Mi amor-,”

“Namor, please,” [Name] sniffled, her hands on his broad shoulders now, leaning close to the King.

“Please, just let me see land once more. I-I miss it, Namor,” She hiccuped, chest heaving to hold back more tears from flowing.

“I c-can’t stand it here anymore. I miss the sun, I miss my home, I miss my family. I miss everything up there! Do you understand my predicament? I am suffering here, Namor..Do you understand?” She hiccuped again, slumping her forehead against his shoulder. [Name] had to admit, though, that for a man who spent a majority of his time in saltwater, he did smell good.

“Please, Namor..Please, I am begging you, my King. I will do whatever you want. I will be your wife, I will bear your children but please..let me see the outside world once more. Please, K’uk’ulkan,” She sniffled.

Namor eased up. While he enjoyed her begging and listening to his true name rolling off her tongue like butter, he understood her pain. But he cannot grant her wishes. Not right now, at least.

Unfortunately, Namor had bigger issues at hand. The Wakandans. A new threat had begun to surface and this threat had something to do with his beloved empire and his people. The surface dwellers were meddling with the wrong people and he needed the scientist whose intention was to jeopardise their very secret existence. He had gone to Wakanda with a demand- that they bring the scientist to him or else, when his patience runs out, he will be forced to do things his way. Namor intends to wait for two days before he will take action.

His hands were soft as he brought [Name]’s face off his shoulders. It cupped her chin, eyes soft. “I will grant your wishes,” At that sentence, her eyes widened and lit up, lips parted. She was surprised at the sudden change.

“But..,” The King began again and her expression shifted, anticipating the ever coming disappointment.

“But, there are matters that I have to take care of first before I can do so,”

“W-What sort of matters?”

Namor shook his head slightly. “Nothing you should be concerned with, my love. I will have my soldiers to protect you. Do not leave our home, understand? Can you do this for me?”

[Name] sniffled, wiping her eyes and wore a small smile. “Thank you, my King. I can never repay such generosity,” She leaned back into him and this time, his arms snaked around her waist.

“Being my Queen is enough repayment,”

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Days passed and [Name] did her best to entertain herself with whatever items Namor left for her. There were guards standing outside the doors of the hut and around it. She was confused with why the excessive amount of protection but she refused to question it.

These empty days gave her time to think about Namor.

And she thought deeply.

Namor was a King of a whole underwater empire. He was like a God to them, even inheriting these powers he had. So why her? What made her so special? What made her so special enough that he wanted her, a human with the inability to breathe underwater, to be the queen of a whole empire?

Then, she remembered.

“K’uk’ulkan is his true name. But the only reason why he chose Namor, was from the words belonging to a surface dweller. El Niño sin Amor. A child without love,” said one of her maidens, who cared for her daily needs.

[Name]’s heart ached for the King. No one deserved to live without love. She couldn’t exactly pinpoint how old he is but to live a life without love? She would rather die than to do so. Her eyes looked down to her arm, where among the bracelet gifted by her King, was a bracelet that belonged to his mother. Her own heart ached to see her mother once more. She missed her and looked forward to seeing her again. The woman had long days to piece the stories together. His mother was the last person to ever love K’uk’ulkan and ever since then, he didn’t love again.

She could love him.

She knew she could.

All the things he did for her was for her best interest and she knew it. His true intention was never to hurt her but to love her. And she will love him.

It had been two weeks or so since K’uk’ulkan had left to attend to his personal affairs and she missed him greatly. [Name] asked the guards everyday on when her love would return but they too couldn’t give her an answer.

A heavy sigh left her lips, K’uk’ulkan’s cloak rested on her shoulders. His scent was wearing off and she frowned deeply.

The sound of rustling pulled the woman out of her thoughts and she found her King stepping through the doors of their shared hut. She gasped, immediately getting to her feet.

“In yakunaj,”

“K’uk’ulkan!”

Both said at the same time. [Name] wore a big smile on her lips and so did he as she rushed to him. His arms wrapped around her waist, face buried into her neck and breathed deeply. “You look magnificent with my cloak on, mi amor,” And just like that, her face reddened. Her hands moved to his back, tightening the hug but he hissed in pain.

[Name] pushed the King away, moving around to his back. Her eyes widened. While most of his back had smooth skin due to his fast healing, there were some deep burnt wounds taking their time to mend and heal.

“What happened?” Her fingers hovered over the wounds, moving down to his lower back where her eyes stopped to his ankle. “Your wing..”

K’uk’ulkan turned to face his queen.

“A battle I shared with another. There is nothing to worry about, my lov-,” “No. Nope. Sit down. I will tend to your wounds,” “Mi amor-,” The King tried to protest but she glared at him.

“Sit down. I mean it,” [Name] moved to the medicinal table, readying the herbs and leaves for his wounds. She returned with a bowl of crushed medicinal herbs, kneeling on the bed behind the King with her hands moving around his back to cover the wounds.

“Two weeks, K’uk’ulkan. You didn’t come back and I got worried,” The woman confessed, her own heart skipping a beat at her own words. She could feel his muscles tense under her touch. She did take her time to admire the broad spread of his back, cheeks reddening once more at her own ogling. Her fingers spread the medicinal herb on the last wound before placing a healing leaf on it. It was time like this that she did miss modern medicine but this herb apparently works wonders.

“Done..” She muttered, leaving to clean her fingers up. K’uk’ulkan stood, eyes watching her every movement, even when she returned to him.

He offered a hand to her and she looked at it. She took it, lacing their fingers together. He didn’t waste any more time, pulling the woman in to capture her lips with his own. Her entire body eased into his touch, melting into the hot kiss. She tilted her head, giving the King more space to deepen the kiss.

[Name] pulled away first, chest heaving slightly.

K’uk’ulkan rested his forehead against hers, a small smile on his furry lips.

“Why the change, my love?”

“I heard your stories from the maidens, K’uk’ulkan,” [Name] moved her hand to cup the King’s cheek, thumb caressing the beard with a smile on her lips.

“You may think that you don’t deserve love, especially after the life you lived and the things you have seen. But..,”

The woman tiptoed a little, planting a soft kiss to his cheek, thumb caressing his cheekbone now.

“Even a God needs love,”

The King smiled widely, pulling his queen in for another deep kiss.

[Name] vowed that she would belong to K’uk’ulkan...eternally.

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[jeromeswife]

yandere namor x f!reader | super psycho love - part 3

Masterlist

Word count: 983

Summary: Namor does not want you to leave.

Warnings: depressing topics, stockholm syndrome, reader is very empathetic but naive, if you do not like fanfictions like these, do not read them

Translations:

in reina - my queen

Damn, if you didn't want me back Why'd you have to act like that? It's confusing to the core 'Cause I know you want it

The herb Namor fed (Y/N) made her pass out. But he couldn’t lie about how much he enjoyed seeing her all vulnerable. Even when she had been asleep earlier, he was hesitant; should he watch her sleep? Should he dress her in royal attire? After all, she was going to be his queen due to the changes. Namor fully intended on entirely making her unable to breathe out of water.

But she was special. And he knew in his heart that he was right. But the fact that (Y/N) was still potentially able to escape to the surface world made his veins pop out of his skin from frustration. Namor’s plan had not gone as he thought it would.

Namor’s hand slightly skimmed across her cheeks, feeling the soft (S/C) color beneath it. He especially loved feeling even more of the slight bumps along it. He wasn’t too fond of the idea of perfect skin like surface dwellers went on about. People aren’t meant to be perfect, which is why he hated the modern dwellers.

When Namor was bored from his royal duties, he would sometimes pop out from the surface and watched the people who spent time on the beach. Namor would frown when they started saying terrible things about themselves. No one in Talokan did it. He would never encourage that behavior anyways.

(Y/N)’s eyes slowly opened after a while and her eyes were too tired to care about what was going on. Namor was still letting his fingers dance across her skin and watching her every move. She just didn’t understand why someone as royal as him would care for her.

“In reina, it is good to see you awaken after your transformation.”

Her breath hitched in her throat as her hands felt all over her skin, feeling slight opens that were mini gills, yet still able to breathe in the air. (Y/N) couldn’t help but notice how piercing his eyes were. The way Namor’s eyes looked into her soul was like he understood cogs turning inside her head. It was magical.

His hand inched towards hers and held it. It was one of warmth but possessiveness. He was glad to have her here with him. That way no one could harm a single hair on (Y/N)’s head.

Her hand slightly pulled away from his hold. She was scared of Namor. And why wouldn’t she? He kidnapped her, essentially changed her whole body against her will, and won’t let her leave. Essentially changing her life as she knew it!

“I wish to go back home.”

Namor grunted and his other hand clenched into a fist out of anger. A spit of fire lit inside him when (Y/N) wouldn’t do what he wanted. A part of him liked how headstrong she was, but he just wanted her to submit her all to him. And he was gonna get her to do it no matter what.

“You cannot leave. Please, see my kingdom before coming to such a conclusion.”

“This isn’t where I’m supposed to be! God, can you listen to me!? Or are you so arrogant that you believe I want what you want!”

Namor went silent before getting up, grabbing a bracelet that was built of gold and jade. He presented it to her, seeming to bargain his muse. Anything for (Y/N). Anything. He gently grasped her arm and tied the bracelet around her wrist, loose enough to not cause redness in her skin.

“It was my mother's. She gave it to me before she passed. There was no one I loved as much as I loved her.”

(Y/N)’s heart tugged. Oh no. It was working on her.

“Your.. mother?” she asked, gazing at the jewelry adorning her wrist that complimented her (S/C) skin.

Namor nodded and let his finger stroke over the smooth jade, “She died of heartbreak. She missed her life on land. Just couldn’t bare to live here underwater anymore.”

(Y/N) noticed the way his brown eyes seemed to cloud with the memories of his past of long ago. She wished she could look inside him to see what he had seen; to understand him. She knew that this wasn’t an appropriate response to someone who had stripped her of the life she once knew, but she’d always been empathetic. She understood that Namor must have been alone for a while. He just wanted company. Peace. Love.

(Y/N) didn’t know what to do in response to such news. But she reacted as how she’d want if she told such a sad secret to someone.

Namor was surprised when he felt (Y/N)’s arms wrap around his waist. His cheeks grew warm and his mind raced. He fell in love with how warm and comforting she was pressed up against his bare chest, the way their skin exchanged heat. He never wanted this moment to end nor did he ever realize how much he wanted to experience this. Namor never received a hug except if it was one from his mother. For the first time in 500 years, he had felt an act of love and intimacy.

“I’m sorry, Namor. I will cherish this as long as I am... With you.”

It was a surprise to her that she’d even say that. Well, you can always expect the unexpected when you’re taken away by a king from under the sea, right?

(Y/N) broke the hug and stood up, extending her arm out to Namor, “Please, take me to see your city. I would love to see it.”

Namor’s hand hesitated before wrapping around hers, pulling her close, “Of course, in yakunaj.”

Then they disappeared into the abyss of the water that was on the edge of the cave. He never let go of (Y/N) on the trip down to Talokan.

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[jeromeswife]

yandere namor x f!reader | super psycho love - part 2

Masterlist

Pairing: Namor x F!reader

Word count: 2.1k

Summary: New beginnings in Talokan and a world you’ll never be able to go back to.

Warnings: mentions of drugging and pain, manipulation, starving, minor wakanda forever spoilers

Translations:

in yakanaj - darling

jats'uts - beautiful

in yakunaj - my love

in reina - my queen

texts from you and sex from you are things that are not so uncommon flirt with you you're all about it tell me why I feel unwanted?

(Y/N)’s eyes opened. Her eyes took their time to adjust to the dark lit cave that had been lit by only the glow worms. The caves of the walls were a midnight blue, the glow worms turquoise reflecting onto them. Air, crisp and cold, entered her nose, getting sucked up into her lungs and brought to her slow beating heart. (Y/N) realized that she was not at the beach anymore. Her rental was gone, replaced by the new chamber holding her.

“I see you are awake, in yakanaj.”

Right across from her bed was Namor, staring at her. Ever since he brought her here, he watched her sleep and savored every moment of it. The admiration of how peaceful she looked; her soft breaths; her beautiful hair that fell in front of her face while asleep. Everything about her was gorgeous to him. And Namor knew it from the second he laid eyes on her that one fateful day as few months ago.

(Y/N)’s pupils enlarged when she recognized the King that has kidnapped her away from the beach yesterday. Had it already been a day since it happened? It seemed that the sirens song of the Talokani soldiers made her fall into a long deep sleep. Namor requested that so he can get up close and memorize the art that was her face– her existence.

“Where am I, Namor?” (Y/N) said in a quiet tone, yet it held much venom hiding in it.

Namor hissed to himself at that name. He hated hearing his beloved calling him that name. Hoping that it wouldn’t be that name for any longer. He walked towards her and sat on the edge of her bed, “You are here in Talokan. My kingdom.”

(Y/N)’s heart sank into her stomach. His kingdom? She’d only heard him mention that he was a king and had his people; never realized that he was actually being serious. However, she quietly studied him with her eyes; the gorgeous golden arm bands and the admirable golden and red clock that draped from around his neck down to his back.

“I don’t.. I don’t even know you. I wanna go back to my rental. In fact, I-I really wish to go home..” (Y/N) said before looking down. In the back of her mind, she didn’t know if she would ever be able to leave this place. This man who took her away from land. The man who took her away from any chance of living her normal life ever again. Doubt clouded her mind.

A low grunt emanated from his throat. Namor had spent so much time planning out a way to get her. He wanted her no matter what it cost. And he was not going to let his precious (Y/N) leave him. Ever since Namor laid eyes on her, he had never-ending fantasies. From her being crowned as the queen as Talokan, touching her skin and hearing her desirable noises, her carry his babies. He so desperately wanted to live out those things he dreamt of.

“My love, you are very deep in the ocean right now. You are lucky you are not down there in the depths where the pressure would crush your body. I am sparing you here till you are able to breathe underwater. Then once you are there, you will spend every waking moment there. Never leaving my side and ruling the deep with me as my one and only Queen.”

(Y/N) inched further away from Namor, scared of what he would do to her. The only comforting thing to her was the pillow that was pressed up to her rather small back due to her short stature compared to his.

“I don’t want to rule with you! I want to go back to my job on land! This isn’t where I’m supposed to be!”

Namor didn’t say much after that. He knew that it would take time and he was gonna take as much time as needed to seduce her into staying with him.

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(Y/N)’s mind wandered as she sat in the quiet cave where her bed resided. She felt so isolated from the world. Perhaps she was trapped down here forever. Stuck with an insane King who wanted to possess her forever.

But the mind wandering had been dangerous. She couldn’t ignore the way she felt when she looked at Namor; his body, his everything. (Y/N) wouldn’t deny how much she wished this was a different circumstance. Would she have gone on a date with him if he just politely asked? Yes. Absolutely. He was the most gorgeous man she had ever seen in her entire existence. Namor was a lost jewel to her that just happened to poison her when touched. A forbidden jewel.

It was extremely uncommon for anyone to make her feel this way. She’d always been hesitant about heading head-first into a relationship. (Y/N)’s friends would always come to her about their relationship issues, which just ended up making her not interested in pursuing any until she graduated college. Well, there was one exception, but it ended badly. And she prefers keeping it in the back of her mind.

GROWLLLL

“So hungry…”

(Y/N)’s stomach growled from the lack of food she even ate. She was scared of eating the foreign fruit from here. You can’t just take random food from strangers! At least that’s what she heard throughout her life. Horrific tales of women’s drinks and foods being laced with drugs before being whisked away against their will.

Before she knew it, Namor popped out from the darkness with a bowl of fruits in his hand. (Y/N)’s eyes looked out at him, a spark emanating from inside her. Food! 

“I heard your hunger from a bit away, jats'uts.”

Namor had offered it, extending it out to her with his arm. She went to reach into the bowl of fruits before it was snatched away from her as quickly as given. (Y/N) gave him a weird look out of confusion, raising her eyebrows. Why would he take it from her?

He leaned in close to her as he sat on the bed. “You can have your food, but promise me you won’t ignore me anymore, my queen.”

(Y/N) found it hard to ignore the pet names he’d casually throw into his quips to her. No one had ever acted like this toward her before, nonetheless someone with feelings for her! Always stolen glances and slight of hands, but this wasn’t that: it was more.

“I-I promise… Namor..”

(Y/N) struggled to even speak to him. Her hunger was keeping her from doing much and her chest fell down, making contact with her lap. One of her hands wrapped around her stomach as she let out a few groans.

Namor smirked to himself. He knew his plan would work and he set down the fruits onto the silk covers. His hand raised above her shoulder to pet it, but he hesitated for a second. Would she even want to be touched after being starved for so long? He didn’t have long to think as (Y/N)’s hand clenched around the bowl and she hungrily bit into the fruits.

The sweet flavors sank into the tastebuds on her tongue. She thought that these had a similar taste to the ones on land she enjoyed, but these were so much better. So much more natural; authentic; real.

Some fruit skin and its juice hung out from her lips. Some it a red color that rushed down her chin and to her neck. It almost looked like blood was running down her. Namor was glad it wasn’t. Sure, he kidnapped her, but he didn’t wanna see her hurt. He would never forgive himself if (Y/N) was hurt in his trust.

Once she was finished chowing down on the exotic fruits, she lifted her head up, a blush dancing across her cheeks from embarrassment. (Y/N) had never eaten like this in front of anyone before! Especially in front of a King? It was over for her. At least that’s what the anxious thoughts in her head said.

Some of her (H/C) hair hung in front of her eyes and Namor chuckled. He really thought she was cute at this moment. His brown, calloused hand reached close to her face and gently pushed the strands behind her ear.

“I’m glad you enjoyed those. We grow these here in Talokan under our sun.”

(Y/N)’s head slightly tilted, “Sun?”

Namor nodded and took her hand in his. “We used vibranium to create technology that would give my people the sun. It never fails to make their days brighter and helps grow our crops.”

Her pupils grew in size out of fascination and wonder. A sun underwater? Insane and something she never believed to be possible.

Namor took (Y/N)’s hand up to his lips, kissing it.

“But your beauty outshines the sun, In yakunaj.”

Before she could respond, (Y/N) let out a shriek as she felt intense chills surge over her back and all along her body. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. They signaled that something was wrong. Something out of place for her, a normal human. Or so she thought.

Her hand wiped away at the already dried-up, colorful juices that were all over her (S/C) chin. A purple liquid was dried up on her finger. She looked at Namor with a puzzled look before collapsing onto her bed. (Y/N) writhed around in pain, closing her eyes . It was uncomfortable and unnerving for her. She had never felt like this before.

It felt like ice-cold liquid was surging through her veins that were drowning her from inside. She really felt like this was the end for her. Or so she thought…

The pain had stopped and she was left, inhaling deep breaths that felt cleaner to (Y/N). This wasn’t normal. What happened to her?

Namor sat on the bed fully next to her, crossing his legs together and leaning his taller shoulder against her shorter one. His brown hand lingered its touch across her skin as he felt slight ripples along it.

“It worked.”

(Y/N) shot her distressed eyes in his direction, clearly confused. What did he know that she didn’t?

His passionate eyes stared into hers as a smile etched at the side of his mouth, “In order to become my queen, you had to go through some changes. I wouldn’t want you to drown and be crushed by the pressure of the depths, no?” (Y/N) shook her head in response, “Though, based on the fact that you’re still able to breathe now… You must be a mutant.”

“Mutant? I thought I was normal. What even is that!?”

Namor took a second to respond and let one of the hands grasp onto hers, drawing circles on it with his touch. They trailed down to her veins and traced them.

“The X-gene. It’s what gave me the ability to breathe on land and underwater. Additionally, giving me my pointed ears and wings on my feet.” She glanced down at his feet and saw one of the wings had a scar on it. “It is in all of us, but I was born a mutant. The herb must have activated your gene.”

Namor’s hand wandered back up to hers, wrapping it around the small, delicate fingers. It was in an effort to comfort her. He hid underwater for so many years that he didn’t even know if humanity accepted mutants at this point. When he was alive and had once wandered along land to observe the surface dwellers, they pointed at his mutant traits and screamed at him for being a monster. That day, he had never walked onto land anymore. Only his people accepted him for who he was. And he hoped that (Y/N) would as well since she was a mutant too.

(Y/N) couldn’t lie. She had only faintly heard of mutations in small whispers along online forums she’d glance at when she was bored. She remembered all the comments of fear from the anonymous mutants. But she always noticed someone by the username of “X” replying to their comments and posts. Though she was never bothered to read those responses.

Namor scooted behind her and wrapped his arms around her torso, pulling her close to him.

“You were made for me. I don’t know what I would do if I couldn’t have you, in reina.”

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Feather Serpent Goddess Chapter 3 (Dark Namor x Reader)

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"Kukulcan. What is it?"

"Nothing my child."

"Then with your permission, I will leave for my mission," Namora says.

"Go."

Where can she be? It is the only thought consuming Namor as he leaves the throne room, descending down the winding steps to the room he hides from the world.

Going inside, glow worms illuminate the shrine. He has built quite the collection now. Pieces of (Y/N). Pieces that in no way make up the full picture. Strands of her (H/C) hair, the lily she dropped at her mother's funeral sits preserved in wax, the lyrics of that song she keeps singing. Nothing big enough for her to miss it. But sometimes when he cannot sleep, he comes down here, to these poorly drawn images he has made of her. He's gotten better with the drawing. He cannot even stomach the thought of someone else picturing what she looks like, so he has never asked someone else to draw her for him.

There's another song she sings a lot. He doesn't know what it's called. But it goes something like

"It's been a long day without you my friend, and I'll tell you all about it when I see you again . . ." That's the only line he knows. But it captures perfectly how empty it feels without (Y/N).

Deep down, he knows his people should be his obsession. Their safety and well-being his every thought. Then why does can he not shift her face from his mind? Why does he steal as many hours of sleep as he can, just for the chance to encounter this woman?

-

"What happened to your mama?"

"Can't you just go inside my head and read my memories?" (Y/N) snaps as Chimal leaps a wall ten feet at a time. She seems to know where she is going. What she is doing. It's just a damn shame she never shuts up.

"That's not how this works," Chimal huffs as she lands with a grunt and takes off running. "And you might be a little bit more grateful you know? It's not easy moving undetected through Wakanda. If you keep me entertained, I won't have to talk so much, and we'll be more likely to move without being heard."

"Can't you just keep quiet?" (Y/N) asks.

A big exhalation. "I don't like silence. It reminds me too much of home." She seems to consider something before the tension falls from her eyes and she continues with a shaky smile. "But enough of that. What happened to your mama? I know all about Daddyo. But you never talk about her."

"Chimal, can I be honest? Woman to woman so to speak? I appreciate you doing all of this, but let's just say this isn't the first time I've had contact with a, and don't take this the wrong way, your kind. I don't trust you."

"Not all spirits are like that . . ."

"I have yet to see evidence to the contrary."

"I'm helping you!"

"You took control of my body without so much as a by your leave!"

"There wasn't time . . ."

"There never is. You're just like him."

It's forbidden to ask about previous possessions. Each spirit has their own journey, their own mission, and they should not be concerned with paths other than their own. It's bad professionalism. Nevertheless, Chimal cannot help but ask.

"What was his name?" There's one rule out the window.

"He didn't leave a calling card, he left a mark. I barely got out of it with my head still intact. My left arm."

Chimal lifts her arm. And it feels, if one can survive such a feeling, like being ran over by one of those human vehicles called a truck. "You got possessed by Khios?!"

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yandere namor x f!reader - one love, two mouths

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Word count: 1.2k

Summary: A kingdom destroyed, a heart crushed, and a king full of immeasurable desire.

Warnings: descriptions of violence, kidnapping, mentions of stalking, death

Translations:

in pixamech - my angel

in amado - my beloved

I left my bedroom in the Wakanda palace. Shuri and Queen Romanda took me in after my home, the Alumid Kingdom was attacked in the middle of the night. I remember waking to the attacks and seeing a mysterious figure in the sky. It seemed that he was looking down at me, but I couldn’t see his face nor any distinguishing features in the darkness. Shuri let me know when she came that an attack came on the radar and when they came to investigate me, they found me passed out on the ground with a bracelet adorned with beautiful jewels around my wrist. I really had not many memories of that night besides the destruction of my kingdom and the deaths of my people around me. You see, I was the princess and future heir to the throne. It was something that shook me to my core, but I accepted my place and prepared daily for it, in case something were to happen to my father.

My bare feet walked along the hallways of the palace, stopping in at Shuri’s lab. She turned around and saw me, a smile painting her face, “(Y/N)! Did you sleep well?”

“Hmm.. I guess. Still not feeling great after seeing everything I loved lost to an attack.”

A sympathetic expression appeared on her face, seeing me down in the dumps mentally. The memories just couldn’t stop playing in my head. I still wondered what had occurred to make us targeted for such an attack. And I couldn’t ask my father because he died before I even could.

“I’m sorry (Y/N).. I understand that feeling of loss. The lost of my brother is something that still affects me, even after a year later. I miss him so much. I can still feel him all around me, yet I still blame myself for not being able to save him,” Shuri’s hand rubbed my back with comfort. “Don’t go down the path I did. Mourn your loss freely and build up a strong support system. You are welcome to stay here and recover till then.”

Her comforting words made me smile and I looked up at her, giving a soft smile. “Thank you for being there to rescue me.”

I inched my hand towards hers and held it. Shuri made me feel safe, like no one else could hurt me. I still can’t believe I’m still here, and alive today.

“(Y/N), if I may ask, did you see anything that night? Like who destroyed your kingdom?”

I thought back to that night. Since it was close to midnight, it was hard to tell. The only thing I could make out in the darkness was people with blue skin and a mask over their mouths. They speared my people. I couldn’t get the blood curdling screams out of my brain.

“Princess, run! Get out of here!”

The memories of their voices hurt my head. It was like a virus in my body that had no antibiotic. No way to get it out of there. It would be stuck inside there, slowly killing me.

“I only remember.. The blue people with masks over their mouths. They were speaking a language I couldn’t quite understand. And.. the figure in the sky. They looked human, but they couldn’t be. They were flying!”

I saw Shrui’s eyes widen at my words. Something she definitely knew but I had to ask. “Shuri? Do you know what I saw?”

Shuri hesitated. her words stuck in her throat. I didn’t know what was going on inside her head, but I was certain that it wasn’t anything good.

“I don’t know what you saw either..”

I knew she was lying, but I accepted her answer either way. If there was one thing I would never do, it was to force something out of someone. It would be too much..

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It was later that night and I decided to leave my room once more, venturing down to a nearby beach on the shores of Wakanda. The only thing that could calm me down was the sound of the crashing waves and the chirps of the crickets that sang in the night.

Looking out at the sea reminded me of how free it was down there. No invasion. No destruction. Just pure peace and tranquility.

I couldn’t ignore that bracelet that adorned my wrist from the moment I awoke after the destruction. My fingers stroked over the jewels and the smooth gold. It was jewels I had never seen before from my kingdom. Rare green colors of emeralds and topaz. It amazed me that I even had it on my body in the first place.

My ears picked up some ripples from the water and I looked at it with curiosity. What emerged from the water was something I least expected. It was a man with brown skin, pointed ears, well trimmed facial hair, and angelic wings on his feet. I couldn’t tell if he was an angel or devil in my eyes.

I scooted back away from the water, my bottom brushing up against the cold sand. He had gotten close to me before placing both feet on the ground, “Up close to you finally, In pixamech “

His language didn’t translate much and my breath caught in my throat. The oxygen refused to come out because I had an odd feeling about him.

“And you are?”

My bracelet around my wrist seemed to grow much tighter as he got closer. A smirk appeared out of the corner of his mouth before he took a deep breath, “K’uk’ulkan, King of Talokan, but my enemies call me Namor. And you are Princess (Y/N) of Alumid.”

My heart sank to my stomach hearing him know who I was. That silhouette came to mind.. Everything about his physical outline matched the person who had looked down upon me as my kingdom was destroyed, left to ruins. It was him!

“..You.. Were you the one who brought destruction upon my kingdom!” The bracelet tightened around my wrist when my fury came out. The reaction came when I leapt towards him. But before I could, the sting of it stopped me.

I couldn’t help but look at Namor’s face. A dark chuckle was let out of his throat at the sight of me not being able to fight back nor take him down.

“And it was so easy to get you out of there.. If I had just came in there and taken you, my people would have been in danger, no? And it’s easier to capture you when you aren’t close to the earth elements, in amado.”

I struggled to even speak and I looked around, trying to find any way to fight him back. As much as I loved the sea, I couldn’t use its elements to defend me. I was useless the way I was now.

A few tears shed down my face as I fell onto my knees, hopeless, “Y-You’re a monster..” Before I knew it, I felt his knuckles wrap around my chin and pull my face towards his, him kneeling down as well.

“You call me a monster, but the real monsters are those you surround yourself with.”

Namor took out a mask and held it over my face while the bracelet began stinging and tightening me even more. Then it was dark.

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Feather Serpent Goddess - Chapter 5 (Dark Namor x Reader)

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“Where is he?” Attuma asks.

Namora is picturesque, gnarled and bent.

“You think I am a fool Namora. But I have been playing this game longer than you. I know what he has down there.”

“And if he finds you here when he comes back up, punishment will ensue.”

“If he found out what we were planning, the punishment will be worse,” Attuma counters, his aged eyes solemn.

There is a period of silence, where there is no sound but the dripping of the water from the stalactites.

“For years, we have succeeded in keeping them apart,” Attuma says, his voice dipping to a whisper. “Why has this become a problem now?”

“He claims to have a bond with her,” Namora says. “Claims to be able to feel her when she’s in the water.”

“What say you?”

“I say he is weaker without her and I do not want to challenge his power if he succeeds in consummating their union. It is just right now Attuma.”

“What do you mean?” He asks.

“Think old friend. If he unites with her, not only will we no longer be his closest council, but he will be harder to take down. Is that what we want? He is nothing but a man but we treat him as a god. We have come too far to jeopardize our heritage for one girl.”

As he weighs her words, he finds himself nodding in agreement.

“Then what is our next move?”

“We have been too lenient with the girl,” Namora snaps. “Keeping them apart is not enough, they will always find each other again. We need to take more permanent action.”

“You can’t mean . . .”

“But I do. And we will.”

-

“(Y/N), don’t give up . . .”

His face appears like an angel cloaked in light, his hands feel rough on her skin but she has felt them a thousand times before and they are no less soothing now.

“Papa?”

“Don’t give up . . .” How is his face so vivid? It is like it has fallen away and is now a window to his soul, a soul in love, a love that loves her and always has.

“Papa . . .” She was going to speak. She had so much to say. But when she tries to speak she has no mouth. She tries to reach for her face, but she has no eyes. She tries to picture her Papa’s face again but that beautiful soul is gone. She has no eyes. She has nothing but a window to a world she cannot touch or hold in anyway. She has nothing but the weight of mortal terror and the echo of his words.

(Y/N), it’s going to be alright.

-

The coastline is eerily silent. Eerily silent. There is no doubt he will come for her. He has waited too long not to, but for a brief moment before Kukulcan emerges, Chimal wonders if she has made a mistake. Even though she had to make a move, was this too soon?

All thoughts of doubt are purged from her mind when Namor rises from the waves. His eyes are narrowed like a hawk, fixed like an eagle upon her. The pawn has been moved. There is no turning back.

“Is she alright?” He asks.

“As you can see.”

He strides closer as if he had forgotten whose idea this deal was in the first place.

“You know that is not what I mean. I know of the pain a parasite can inflict on its host.”

A hoarse laugh. “A parasite? You wound me. I brought her out of the palace prison. You would have needed an army to breach it.”

“And now here you stand,” Namor says, his lips twitching in a malevolent smirk. “Outside of Wakanda. I am curious demon. What is your back up plan? What stops me from just taking you now and forcing you to leave?”

“Because she would die. Immediately,” Chimal enunciates. “You know this. Yet you want to have it both ways. But I am giving you an ultimatum. She’s important to me but not as important as him. Now hand him over. Or watch your beloved goddess burn in my fury.”

He shrugs. Almost as if it doesn’t matter.

Almost as if he expected it. She feels as if she should be behind a wall even though she knows that she could exit this body in a second.

“As you wish.”

He makes a low whistle, and three figures emerge from the water. Namora, one of his closest advisors, another unnamed female, and the prize.

And then (Y/N), who had all this time been silent roars to life.

“What is this . . .”

Attempts to push her down are only partially successful as Chimal jerks her head.

“Bring him closer.”

“You can’t do this . . . I won’t let you do this . . .”

For the prize is a boy. And he is a boy, not even of mature age, whose eyes glance no higher than the sand and whose stature is wearied from something heavy. So strong is her anguish that Chimal could almost pass it off as her own.

“I won’t let you possess my brother!” She shouts.

“Silence!”

“You got what you wanted,” Namor says. “Now relinquish control of the body.”

“Not so fast. A spirit needs a body to move after all. When I have taken full control of her brother, I will relinquish control. Can’t have you kicking me off planet Earth now can I?”

She takes his silence as authorization, and the process begins with the skin steaming and the glowing eyes.

Not two seconds later, the unnamed female raises her spear, hurtling it towards (Y/N).

Chapter 6

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