Welcome to the first ever Nashuri week taking place July 24-30 to celebrate Princess Shuri the Black Panther & Namor of Talokan/K’uk’ulkan the Feathered Serpent God!
Here are the prompts in full detail:
Day 1: Canon Divergence/Alternate Universe - It could’ve been different and now is your time to show how! Rewrite or redraw a scene that could’ve changed everything. Maybe Namor and Shuri travel to different timelines or through the multiverse! The possibilities are endless!
Day 2: Fluff/Angst - Do you have an idea in mind of the most heartwarming fluff, or the most heartbreaking angst when it comes to Nashuri? This is the day to bring it to life!
Day 3: Soulmates/Gods & Goddesses - Do you believe in a string of fate that ties two souls together, or there could only be one true love that’s written in the stars? Perhaps you’ve always related Namor and Shuri to Hades and Persephone or other gods & goddesses. On this day, we would love to see your soulmate or god & goddess interpretation!
Day 4: Historical / Supernatural - Let’s travel back in time! Do you want Namor and Shuri in a Game of Thrones type-setting? Nashuri falling in love at a famous music festival during the 70s/80s? A nun falling for a vampire? A witch casting spells on the one who did her wrong? Show us your best historical/supernatural AU on this day!
Day 5: Dystopian/Zombie Apocalypse- Are Namor and Shuri going to work together to find a cure, or battling it out for survival? What does the world look like above or below the sea after devastation? We can’t wait to see what kind of apocalypse you put Namor and Shuri up against!
Day 6: Fairy Tale Retelling - Little Red Riding Hood, Beauty and the Beast, the Little Mermaid, the Princess and the Frog…think of your favorite fairytale and remix it with Nashuri!
Day 7: Free Choice - You decide! Any prompt or idea you have of your own that you wish to do is welcomed as long as the main focus is Nashuri!
Rules
All types of fan works welcomed! Art, fanfiction, edits, playlists, podcasts, aesthetics, etc.! All work must be new and created for this event specifically, so no reposting older work!
Fan work must focus on the couple Nashuri (Namor and Shuri). Other pairings are allowed, but Nashuri MUST be the focus.
Fan work must be tagged with #nashuriweek and also @nashuriweek on both here and Twitter in order to be reblogged/retweeted! We want to include you but we have to be able to see you so don’t forget!
Tag appropriately! If your fan work includes heavy themes, make sure you tag everything it includes!
All languages are welcome! We want everyone to feel included!
Ship & let ship! Don’t like it? Do not interact! It’s not that hard to be kind to others. This is a fun event for the Nashuri fandom and we want to keep it that way. Immediate blocking will be done to those causing issues for others.
We will see you in July! Have fun with it and if there are any questions, message us here on Tumblr or on Twitter!
A 15 Page MCU Black Panther fancomic
Has Nashuri: don't like? don't read :) | @nashuriweek
Shuri must take a leap of trust and faith.
This was a collaboration between my SO and myself over many months of procrastination. We are very much hobbyists so if there are any glaring errors, we apologize and hope you enjoyed it regardless!
I'M SORRY IM LATE TO THE FANDOM!! FORGIVE ME!!! I Wanted Soo Bad to be apart of this😭
Look, at this point u know why, and was planning on waiting till nashuri week but I couldn't hold it anymore! Even IF I haven't color edited over it yet, it was my full try on a muscle body and I think I did a pretty good job 👍💯
Well hope you guys welcome this sketch and me with open arms into the attoye fandom.
Warnings: PWP, mentions of violence/blood, smut, angst, light choking, bdsm, Domme!Shuri, (bratty)Sub!Namor, political marriage
A/N: This is what happens when brain rot goes completely unchecked 🙈 If you enjoy my smutty, incoherent fever dreams, please like, reblog, kudos, comment, etc. It means a lot to me 😘 Happy Nashuri Week, y’all! 🖤💚 🐈⬛ 🐍
Chapter 1: Transgression
(Check it out here)
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“Is that all you promised him?”
Shuri’s eyebrows shoot up. Her eyes widen in disbelief, then narrow, and she actually does growl this time. “Choose your next words very carefully,” she warns, left hand flexing at her side. “One swipe of my claws and I could slit your pretty throat for your insolence.”
Namor hums. A lewd grin tugs at his lips as his eyes flit to her mouth, then to the shimmering gold of the necklace resting against her collarbones. “I am well aware.”
She shoves past him without another word, skin prickling, heart racing, fingers twitching with the urge to wrap around his neck and squeeze.
nashuri smut | 1/2 | 8.6k words | @nashuriweek day 6
A little overdue fic for Nashuri Week. Just call it the Nashuri afterparty :') Honored to be 100th fic in the Nashuri Week AO3 Collection! Appreciate all the love and support from the community. Thank you all!
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çօʍҽ էօ ʍҽ…
“Leave this place! No one is allowed to enter—not even you.”
Shuri returns Namora’s admonishment with a deep scowl. The Black Panther was exhausted. If she knew how much trouble Namor was going to be, perhaps it might have been better to shove that spear through him on the beach and be done with it. This was not the first time he has skipped out on an alliance meeting. Nor will it be his last, she suspects with a grimace.
Shuri thought he was a responsible, respectable king. However their alliance has been nothing but one setback after another. Between several cultural missteps and the fairly fresh bitter blood between the two nations, the alliance was teetering on the edge of another meltdown and Namor has seemingly been too distracted in the past few months to even notice.
“I am Wakanda’s Black Panther,” spoke Shuri impatiently, gesturing to the black suit that she wears, ”Your king has promised me his full cooperation in exchange for mutual protection. He is failing to uphold his duty to our alliance!”
Namora bristled at Shuri’s accusations, placing a firm hand on the Black Panther’s shoulder.
“Talokan has not broken any promises to Wakanda and neither has our king,” she replies with an authoritative tone, “Aj’K’uk’ulkan is not here. Nobody is allowed into this sacred temple!”
“I can hear him in there!” retorts Shuri.
Ͳօ ʍҽ… çօʍҽ էօ ʍҽ…
“You cannot hear him.”
“I do! I do hear him!”
↻օʍҽ էօ ʍҽ… ìղ էհҽ ʂҽą…
It’s how Shuri knew how to come here in the first place. A mysterious low humming that started as a persistent tickle in the back of her mind. Like a gnat buzzing around her head that she couldn’t swat away. Only when she dove into the river on a hunch did the static buzz melt into a titillating melody that purred in her ears. A calling croon of a steadfast yearning. Yearning—yearning for what? She could not understand. Not yet. The only thing she knew was that the call was squeezing her heart tighter with each second that passed. Telling her to go—go where?
ìղ էհҽ ʂҽą…էօ ʍҽ…
Even if she couldn’t put words to what was going on, somehow, someway she knew–it was him. He was driving her mad and it worked.
Here Shuri was, in a cavern at the bottom of the ocean, itching to dig her vibranium claws into him. Perhaps if she carves her nails hard enough, she’ll leave a mark so deep that he’ll keep her in–Shuri blinks as she stops her train of thought, Huh… that was kind of weird.
She shakes her head as she shrugs Namora’s hand off easily, “Look, I need to get in there to talk to him! It’s important! Let me in or so help me Bast, I will—”
Namora cuts her off with a strange expression, “You need to go in?”
Shuri sighs, exasperated, “Yes, I need to see him and I know he is in there! That’s what I’ve been telling you!”
Namora jerks back as if Shuri’s words were a jellyfish sting. The guards at the entrance look at each other, whispering in hushed tones.
She examines Shuri up and down with a curt eye. Namora has always been the most skeptical of the alliance—it did not help that the injuries Shuri inflicted on her father figure were ghastly to behold. Yet the woman was always fair and receptive to honesty. She could tell that Shuri was not lying. With narrowed eyes, the Talokan princess turns her head towards the guards and exchanges quick words with them, faster than Griot could translate. Shuri folds her arms, impatiently tapping her elbow.
When all is said and done, Namora turns to Shuri and gives her a tense nod, “Fine. You may go in.”
She almost lets out a sigh of relief. Finally!
“But if you go in…” Namora lifts up her hand in a gesture of caution, “You must know that we cannot help you get out.”
Shuri frowns at her puzzling words, “Is that a threat?”
Namora hesitates, a peculiar look in her eyes, “Not a threat. A warning.”
Warning? Warning for what?
The hairs on the back of Shuri’s neck rise up.
With no more words to be said, Namora signals the guards and they step away from the entrance, unable to look the Black Panther in the eye. Shuri gives them a polite smile as she makes her way past them to the large temple doors.
Made of vibranium and intricately carved with beautiful motifs of Mayan gods and legends, they stretched all the way to the ceiling, looming over her. She pushes them open—just enough to slip through, revealing an unlit hallway of stairs that steadily sank downward into the bowls of the earth. Trying her best to squint through the dark, Shuri struggles to see the bottom of it. How far down does it go? There has to be an end, right?
Perhaps it goes all the way to their Xibalba, she mused darkly to herself.
A brief sense of hesitation crosses her mind. Her gut instinct inside her tells her to walk away. Her sense of self-preservation flutters in her heart, telling her that perhaps it might be best to turn around right now. But then she hears it again–the once stifled crooning was now crystal clear. A warbling hum of melodies that echoed through the dark corridor and into her ears. It melts into her like warm honey, oozing a sweetness onto her hesitant nerves that gives her the courage to take a step through the doors.
“Once you enter, Aj’K’uk’ulkan will be the only person who can let you out.”
Startled at Namora’s sudden comment, Shuri scoffs as she turns around, “And I thought you said Namor wasn’t in… there…?”
Both Namora and the guards were gone. Between the threshold of the mysterious temple and the cenote cave, she stood alone with only the glow worms that hung from the ceiling to keep her company. Her heart thumps wildly, though from trepidation or anticipation she did not know. Another harmonic trill echoes from the bottom of the staircase. Without a second thought, Shuri takes another step into the temple and makes her way down into the abyss.
I'm so sorry fellow nashurians! Couldn't participate in nashuri week. It's just... these pictures took over my sanity especially the one on top. That took two months to finish. But I'm glad I'm done now. And they look amazing, right.
The task was 7 art pieces w/ different genres and I only did 3. D1 au/pepé looney tunes, D2 fluff/patch up, and (skipped day3) D4 historical/bridgerton. Enjoy my beautiful headaches. 🤗