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1 Month Prior To Your Move - Talokan - Underwater Cavern
It had been just over two months since K'uk'ulkan had made the decision to begin looking for Talokan’s queen once again. To say the search had been fruitful would be a gross overstatement. Much to the god’s chagrin he hadn’t even managed to start a proper search. His cousin Namora and one of his best generals Attuma had taken it upon themselves to help coordinate the search effort. This would not have been a problem if not for the fact that neither can agree on how to go about locating the queen.
“We need to request the help of Wakanda. Scoping out the shoreline from a distance isn’t going to cut it.” Attuma boldly suggested.
“The entire point of finding Le Reina is to have an advantage over the Wakandans. Asking for their help would be useless. We need data on known mutants of the surface world.” Namora contradicted in frustration as the two had begun arguing again.
K'uk'ulkan shut his eyes tightly and groaned in frustration. He was at his wits end with their arguments. While both his generals had valid points the squabbles and slightly less than professional debates were getting on his nerves.
Slowly rising from his spot in the room, K'uk'ulkan approached his generals. “You are both correct.” he stated, causing a silence to fall over the room. Both Attuma and Namora nod in acknowledgement and respect, patiently waiting for him to continue. “Attuma is right. We cannot passively assess shorelines as our sole source of scouting. However, I agree with Namora that now is not the time to ask the Wakandans for assistance.” he continued.
“What do you suggest? K'uk'ulkan.” Namora asked respectfully, but with slight skepticism.
“It is unfortunate, but I believe we require the assistance of surface dwellers. Although you are skilled, the blue of your skin when on the surface is not something that would go unnoticed, making it difficult to do any reconnaissance by anyone but myself.” he stated.
“Whom do you suggest?” Attuma asked intrigued.
“We should start with community leaders, people who were raised with the legends of Talokan. If they have respect for the legends they should be easier to convince to aid us in our search, while maintaining our secrecy. People who access large populations of people that they interact with.” he let his plan hang in the air.
It was risky to reveal themselves, even to those who would respect and understand their position. K'uk'ulkan saw no other option that didn’t involve the Wakandans.
Both Namora and Attuma gave a reassuring nod. Satisfied that his generals were finally on the same page, K'uk'ulkan could finally begin his search.
“Let’s begin. Shall we?” He moves to walk past them out of his main hut.
2 Weeks Prior To Your Move - Sisal, Mexico
It was a little after 9pm. The sun had set a half hour ago and the calm darkness of the night was beginning to set in. The ocean was calm. The waves lightly lapped at the shore of the beach. Aapo was taking his usual nightly walk. The ocean had always given him a sense of peace. Proud of his Mayan heritage, Aapo had grown up with stories of the lost people of the sea. Now well into his golden years he was a community leader of Sisal, passing on traditions to the generations that follow him with pride.
As he continued along the beach he paused as the air around him shifted. The bird calls had suddenly ceased. Aapo turned himself toward the open ocean and took two steps towards the surf. Squinting at the water he noticed a shift in the calm beyond the breaking waves.
Adjusting his eyes at first, Aapo stared in disbelief as three figures emerged from the crashing waves. The first, regal in stance and dress. Adorned with what appeared to be gold and jade. The other two figures were almost as striking. A man and a woman, flanking behind where the first figure stood in what appeared to be traditional warrior garb.
Aapo gasped and took a few steps back as they drew closer. The two warriors had coverings on their faces which appeared to hold water within them, their skin was blue in color, but the most striking features belonged to the man leading the three.
Wings on his ankles that were so white they reflected the moonlight, and ears that pointed to the sky. Aapo had grown up with the stories of the serpent god standing before him. It was unmistakable. He stood frozen as the trio came to a stop just past the surf.
“A wojel mȧax lak’ en.” (You know who I am.) The god stated. Stunned at the address, Aapo took a moment to gather his reeling thoughts.
“Je’el.” (Yes.) He barely whispered, eyes boring into the man. It was as if the world stood still, frozen in a moment in time.
To the left of the god Aapo noticed the male warrior rolling his shoulders, as if to intimidate him. The movement broke his gaze with K'uk'ulkan as Aapo eyed the warrior warily before returning his eyes to the king.
K'uk'ulkan glanced at the warriors, an unspoken order to wait passed between them. He continued up the beach stopping just short of arms length. “You are a spiritual leader amongst your community, no?”
“I am.” Aapo said, the pride breaking through his voice. The king's eye twitched as he watched the elder man straighten his posture a bit.
“So you understand the gravity of me revealing myself to you.” Aapo nodded in acknowledgment. “I am looking for someone here on the surface. Someone important, whom I need to speak to in a manner of urgency.” Aapo listened intently to the god. “I have reason to believe they are somewhere within your community”
“Do you have a name?” Aapo asked. The king shook his head slightly.
“Only a description. We seek the woman with the fire in her eyes.” Aapo’s thoughts began to race again. He tried to rack his brain with the women from his community, ones who could match such a vague description.
“No such woman comes to mind, but it would be an honour to aid in your search.” Aapo gently bowed his head slightly in respect.
“Attuma!” K'uk'ulkan spoke. Turning his attention to his left hand man. The warrior began to walk forward carrying a large shell. Aapo recognized the shell as a atecocolli. Attuma hands the shell to K'uk'ulkan, who turns it over in his hands before offering it to Aapo.
“Search your community. When you find her, speak my name into this shell and place it in the ocean. I will make my way to you from there.” The king states as Aapo takes the shell in his hands. He admires the intricate markings and nods.
“And if I am unable to locate her?” Aapo asked.
“I will return every three months until I find her.” The king stated.
With a final nod of acknowledgement Aapo takes a step back and the king turns to walk back into the sea as Aapo turns to begin the start of his journey along the beach back home.
“Oh and one more thing.” Aapo goes to turn back only to be startled that the god is right in front of him. “Speak of this to no one. I’m sure you know the consequences if you don’t.” K'uk'ulkan looks him up and down with a dangerous smirk.
Aapo swallows and lets out the breath he had been holding. “Of course." He says with severity.
In the blink of an eye the god and his companions are gone leaving him alone on the beach. Two thoughts are on his mind, how is he going to find this woman and what will be the true consequences if he doesn’t.
Present Day - Sisal, Mexico
Today was finally the day you were going to see the school where you will be working for the foreseeable future. Itzel’s parents had continued their welcoming hospitality all week. They had shown you around town, taken you to the local market and helped you and Itzel in securing a new small house to rent just down the road off the school. Now almost a week later you were finally settled in enough to go visit the school.
You, Itzel and her mother were walking over to the school. You enjoyed the salt breeze that had become a comfortable constant in the lovely seaside town. As you approached the school you could see the outer walls adorned with climbing flowering vines with pink and orange blooms. Passing through the gate you entered the primary courtyard. Facing the entrance was a wall which held a beautiful mural which depicted children playing on a playground. The words Bienvenidos a Todos were written in bubbly calligraphy.
“Oh Mrs. Kan! This is beautiful!” you exclaimed.
Itzel’s mother turned to you with a brilliant smile. “Thank you. We take pride in providing a welcoming environment for our students so that they may thrive.”
You followed her towards the left side of the courtyard. The school walls had beautiful windows that looked into the classrooms. Every few windows there was a door to enter each room. Mrs. Kan stopped in front of a nicely painted yellow door labeled 2A.
“This one is your classroom.” She said while unlocking the door and opening it. “When our previous English teacher retired we repainted it and installed new white boards. I hope you like blue.” She chuckled as you stepped into the classroom.
The room was moderated in size with 20 small desks neatly organized in four even rows. A calming shade of sky blue adorned the walls with two white boards at the front of the class room. Just to the left of the boards was a teaching desk with a matching chair. At the back there were two small half book shelves and what looked to be a crafting table with its height adjusted for children.
“I know it’s a little bare bones but it should do the trick.” Itzel’s mother said while you observed the room.
“It’s perfect. Am I allowed to move the furniture around?” you ask. Already planning to change the rows of desks into learning pods.
“Of course. Arrange it in a way that works best for your lesson plans.” she replied. “As I mentioned when we spoke about the position this school teaches Kindergarten to Grade 6. Our English program does not start until second grade so you will be working with Grade 2 - Grade 6.”
“You should totally put a little reading nook right here!” Itzel said with excitement. She gestured over to the back corner which had a particularly large window facing the school's back garden.
“That’s a great idea!” you smiled over at your friend. “I know you mentioned you had a book budget, and that the community had donated so old children's books I could use.”
“Yes! The book donation was organized by a good friend of mine, Aapo. He should be dropping them off sometime soon-” Itzel’s mother was interrupted by a gentle knock on the classroom door.
You turn and see a young man roughly your age in a white t-shirt and cargo shorts. He had a box of what you assume are books on his hip with one arm stabilizing it.
“I don’t mean to interrupt but my dad and I have these books for the school. Is it okay if we put them in the classrooms for the teachers?” he said while readjusting the box.
“Ah, Balam! We were just speaking about those! Yes, yes come in!” Itzel's mother addresses the man, ushering him inside the classroom. “You can set them on the desks.”
You smile as the young man gently places the books on a nearby desk. “Thank you.” you say.
“Oh dios, where are my manners! Balam please meet Y/N. She studied at university with Itzel and is here as our new English teacher.” Mrs. Kan said.
“I guess we will be neighbors then! I’m Balam, the second grade teacher. My classroom is just next door.” He introduced himself as the now four of you began to exit the classroom.
“Where do you want these boxes son?” An older gentleman, whom you assumed is Aapo, approached your small group in the courtyard.
Balam approached his father and reached over to grab the boxes he was carrying. “I’ve got it Dad. Say hello to our new English teacher Y/N” he said as he adjusted his grip on the boxes.
Aapo looked from behind the boxes to smile at you and introduce himself but the smile briefly faltered. When you locked eyes with the older gentlemen you could swear he looked like he had seen a ghost, but just as you noticed you saw the boxes slipping out of his hands.
“Careful dad.” Balam exclaimed. “I didn’t quite have a hold of them.”
“Sorry son. Not as young as I used to be.” Aapo played off his shock.
Once Balam had the boxes in hand Aapo reached over to shake your hand. “It’s nice to meet you. Welcome to Sisal.”
“Oh Aapo! Thank you for helping bring the books!” Itzel’s mother exclaimed. “You must come to dinner tonight as thanks. Y/N and Itzel, you’re expected there too.” She continued on while grabbing onto Aapo’s arm.
You giggled at her antics as you and Itzel helped Balam place the remaining boxes in the other classrooms.
To say the day so far was good was an understatement. As you walked back home with Itzel to get ready for family dinner that evening you couldn’t help but smile in anticipation. You already had some great ideas for the students and meeting a fellow teacher before the school year was putting you one step closer to feeling like you belonged.
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As Aapo drove home with his son he was quiet. His mind was reeling. There was no mistaking it. You had the fire in your eyes just as the god had described, and now Aapo was trying to get home as quickly as possible. He needed to go to the beach.
ok so here is 21 - drunken dancing...turned...angsty...
Tenoch walked into the apartment with slumped shoulders. He knew he shouldn't have gotten his hopes up about the award. He undid his tuxedo tie and tossed it on the counter before pouring himself a glass of whiskey. The actor knew he had come a long way the past few years and had received many awards. Awards that he appreciated and was grateful for. But there was the one tonight that he had dreamt of for ages. One that he dreamt a little too hard about it seemed.
He hadn't expected the way his stomach dropped when the name that was called wasn't his. Of course his features hadn't betrayed him and he had smiled and clapped for the winner. Tenoch was happy for them, they had been the front runner since the beginning, he knew that. But of course he had had his hope, however futile. The burn of the whiskey didn't alleviate any of his pain.
He ran a hand down his face, sighing at his own ridiculousness. Who was he to expect an accolade like that? Some kid from the barrio? Scoffing at himself he poured another glass, kicked off his shoes, and looked for his stereo remote. He needed music and more alcohol to get through this.
When you walked into your apartment after a long shift at the hospital you didn't expect to find Tenoch home, expecting him to be at after parties all night. You followed the music and found him dancing by himself in the living room. An empty bottle of whiskey sat on the counter and you could tell from his movements that he was quite drunk.
"Mi amor!" Tenoch exclaimed when he saw you. His smile was giddy but it didn't quite reach his eyes. When you heard that he hadn't won the award you knew he would take it hard. He had been talking about it more and more the past month, apprehensively but with excitement. You let Tenoch pull you towards him for a dance. He smelled lightly of the drink he'd imbibed but was still dressed in most of his tuxedo.
You stole a kiss as he led your movements to the beat of the music. Hesitantly you asked, "Mi vida, are you okay?"
Tenoch didn't answer although his lips got tight and he refused to meet your gaze. He spun you and held you as he always did. Laughing an empty laugh that broke your heart. No matter how drunk he was and how stumbling his movements you could still read him like a book. You reached up and took his cheek, guiding him to look at you. "It's ok to be upset."
"I'm not. He deserved it. You saw the movie, remember? He did a great job," Tenoch forced another smile that was less successful than the first. He turned you to the music, holding your back against his chest. You stayed in that hold as you heard him sniffle into your hair. His steps faltered then finally stopped.
When you turned to Tenoch, his head was hanging low and his breathing was labored. Soundlessly you wrapped your arms around his neck and cradled his head to your shoulder. His sniffles and sobs were soft but the hold he had on you was firm and desperate. You brushed your hand against his hair and rubbed his back.
It didn't take long for him to take a few deep breaths and pull away. He turned away to wipe his face with the back of his hand. You kissed his cheek as he composed himself. Tenoch held your waist, thumbing circles into your sides as he pressed his lips to your shoulder, then cheek, then temple. His voice was rough from the outburst of emotion, "Thank you, amor. I just needed to let it go."
"I know. It's okay to be disappointed. But then tomorrow we get back to work. I'm sorry I wasn't able to be with you tonight," You met his gaze.
Tenoch kissed your nose, "You were at work saving lives. While I'm here crying over some trophy. You don't need to apologize. You wouldn't have survived how boring all the speeches were anyway."
The light teasing brought back a familiar sparkle to the actor's eyes. You poked his cheek playfully in response, "You're right. I wouldn't have. But I would have loved to see all the jealous looks from the woman who wished they were on your arm instead of me."
That brought a loud chuckle from the actor which in turn warmed your heart. You pulled your man down for a kiss in earnest.
and here is 30
Tenoch spotted you easily, sitting at the bar with several empty glasses next to you. He sighed as he made his way across the quiet bar, already noticing your blood shot eyes. He sat on the barstool next to you, throwing a comforting arm across your shoulders.
You made to protest until you turned and realized who it was, "Noch, you came!"
You leaned into his side, drunkenly rubbing your cheek against his chest like a cat. You giggled, tapping his nose lightly before turning to the bartender, "Can you get my friend a beer, please?"
"Ah, no. I'm alright. You on the other hand, should have some water instead," Tenoch waved off the bartender then made to take the nearly empty whiskey bottle away from you. You were able to keep it from him for only a moment before his hand was wrapped around the body of it. You held fast despite his raised eyebrow urging you to let go. "You need to sober up. Drinking is not going to help you feel better or answer any of your worries."
"I think liquor is the answer," You slurred, still holding onto the bottle with one hand.
Tenoch brushed your hair out of your face to reveal your unfocused gaze. He cupped your cheek gently, hoping your unsteadiness wouldn't unseat you, "It is not the answer."
"Then why does it make such a satisfying noise in the bottle that sounds like the answer," You slurred as you tried to shake the bottle, the liquid sloshing, until the man finally pulled it from your grip and set it on the bar counter.
Tenoch gestured to the bartender to get you a glass of water before he pulled you into his side, giving you some comfort. "Come on my friend. This is not the way to get over someone. You're supposed to be going out and dressing up and show what they are losing out on."
You started sniffling, then weeping, then fully sobbing into his shoulder and Tenoch grimaced. He had thought he said the right thing but obviously he was wrong. The bartender gave him a sympathetic look as he dropped off a couple glasses of cold water. Tenoch gently sat you back into your chair before gingerly thumbing your tears away. "Shh, it's ok to cry but I don't want you to cry yourself sick after all the drinking you did."
He took one of the glasses and pressed it to your lips, "Here. Just sip it. Concentrate on how cold it is and it will help you sober up."
You followed his directions, letting the cold liquid spread across your tongue and down your throat. It mingled with the warm alcohol in your belly in a way that was oddly calming. You continued to drink slowly, Tenoch still holding the glass to your lips, as you breathed steadily through your nose. You pulled away when the tall pint glass was half empty and harder for Tenoch to tilt without you moving your head back. You breathed deeply, gazing up at your friend, realizing now how foolish you must seem.
"That's my girl. Hydration is key," Tenoch joked a little before he finished off the glass you had just drank from.
"I'm a mess," You whispered, dropping your head as the burn of fresh tears found your eyes. You brushed them away frustratedly.
Tenoch lifted your chin with his finger, making you look at him, "Yes you are, but that isn't surprising considering you've just gone through the opposite of an amicable break up."
You scoffed at his description. Finding out your boyfriend was cheating on you, and had been for the entire 3 year relationship, resulting in you punching him so hard you knocked him out was definitely not a peaceful ending. "You're supposed to tell me I look pretty when I cry."
"I don't lie to you. Never have and I'm not going to start now. But you do look better now that you're a little more coherent and not as splotchy," Tenoch patted your cheek gently, fondness apparent in his eyes.
"Thank you for coming to get me," You stepped off the barstool and almost lost your footing but Tenoch was quickly on his feet, taking your weight and holding you up.
"I don't think you would get very far without me," He waved over to the bartender, "Let me cover your tab then we can go."
The bartender came over, receipt already in a small glass, and dropped it off in front of Tenoch. Tenoch glanced at the receipt and his eyes widened. You buried your head into his chest, embarrassed at the tab you had run up. The man sighed, dug into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He dropped his card next to the glass right as the bartender came back to take it.
You didn't pull away to look at him but you felt his knuckles press into the crown of your head and rub firmly, but not hard enough to hurt. You couldn't help but giggle softly as the man whispered to you.
"How does someone drink that much in 2 hours? I'm surprised you didn't black out. You owe me you know that? You're lucky I like you, that was expensive," Tenoch jokingly seethed. You mumbled an apology but he just poked your forehead back to make you look at him, "No more getting drunk when you're sad. You call me and we can get some food and watch a romantic comedy or something to cheer you up. Not this. Promise me?"
"I promise," You nodded enthusiastically, regretting it immediately as your vision spun and you felt sick.
"Hey! If you throw up on me I won't take you to the next Super Bowl!" Tenoch pushed your face away from him so you were aiming out away from the bar. The bartender laughed as he brought back Tenoch's card. Tenoch thanked him and apologized for your behavior then summarily lifted you into his arms. "Close your eyes so you won't get dizzy. Keep them closed in the car too, I don't want you to mess up the leather."
You mumbled a yes, curling into his embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck. You contemplated the night as he brought you to his car and buckled you in before making his way to the driver's side. You were so thankful that Tenoch was around. That he had stuck around and continued the friendship even though he didn't return your feelings. Even now it was a little bittersweet how well he took care of you when you knew he didn't want you romantically. But at least, at this moment, when love seemed out of reach, he was here helping you.
You heard Tenoch settle in and start the car but you kept your eyes closed, taking in the familiar smell of his car and the music that was playing. You felt him take your hand and entwine your fingers together, giving you a comforting squeeze that you automatically returned.
His voice filled the car as he started singing along to the music. You hummed along, not thinking about how intimate this all felt. Instead focusing on how comfortable and cared for you were. You didn't need your ex. Not when he could never even sit in comfortable silence in a car with you, enjoying music, and company. You kept your eyes closed as you started to sing along with Tenoch. All the while he never loosened his grip on your hand.
summary: after taking some time to yourself, you allow yourself to understand.
word count: 6,349
tw: mention of death/murder, mention of wounds and blood.
a/n: thanks for hanging in there and being patient with me, everyone. you’re all so so appreciated!!! here’s the final part :)
WEEKS CAME AND WEEKS WENT in Miami until about two months pass. You got up everyone morning, hopped on the train to work, worked until six or seven, took the train home, went to bed. Maybe you’d sprinkle in a work out or a lunch with a friend here and there, but nothing much changed. You hadn’t really spoken to your sister. And the team, well… there was no team, anymore. It was you and Dr. Mishra and Juliette, the secretary. The office was empty. Their empty chairs and cold coffee cups stared at you until you clocked out.
Every night before bed, without fail, you thought about Namor. That look on his face when he was just about ready to kill you. Then the look on his face when he had dropped to his knees, pleading for forgiveness. And then seeing Reynolds and Bernstein fall overboard. You’d squeeze your eyes shut and try and shut it all out until you’d eventually fall back asleep. Despite this, that jade-beaded bracelet never left your wrist.
"Are you just going to stand there and watch?" "Yes, I think I will, actually."
Rafa was getting increasingly more frustrated as he tried an failed at untangling the chain. His arms were getting tired as he looked in the mirror and tried to see where exactly it was caught. He glanced behind him in the mirror when he heard a noise.
You stood unbothered, leaning against the door frame as the intimidating Rafael Caro Quintero tried and failed to entangle the thick gold chain from his curly hair. You tried to muffle your giggles behind your hand but had failed.
Rafa glowered at you, "Are you just going to stand there and watch?"
"Yes, I think I will, actually," You sent him a cheeky smile in the mirror.
Rafa let his hands drop and pouted at you, turning to meet your gaze, "Mi amor, help me."
"Awe okay," You took pity on the man, coming up to him and taking his face in your hands, "Silly man, I told you to get a bigger link chain. These tiny box chains always catch hair."
He just nodded sullenly as he turned back towards the mirror and took a seat, allowing you room to work. You hummed softly to yourself as you worked his curls out of the chain.
"Ay! Gently, bonita. I like my hair pulled but not like that," Rafa said as you accidentally pulled a few strands of hair out.
You chuckled to yourself as you finally got the chain free and lifted it gingerly over his head. You kissed the side of his neck affectionately as you ran your free hand through his thick hair. "There we are, mi amor. Sacrificed a few hairs but you are now free."
You walked around him to place the chain on the counter. Rafe smiled at you in the mirror before grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into his lap, "Thank you, mi vida."
"Did you learn your lesson now? I don't tell you those little things about jewelry just because my family has a business in it. I know what I'm talking about," You teased him as you leaned into his embrace, continuing the conversation through the mirror.
He kissed your cheek lightly. There was an apologetic grin on his face, "Yes, you were right. I promise I will listen to you, but only when it comes to jewelry."
"Oh really? Just jewelry? You really liked listening to me last night," You reminded him.
He nipped at you rear lobe in retaliation, "Hmm, you were just lucky."
You turned to him, eye his lips, "Care to see if I can get lucky twice?"
Rafe smirked, wrapped his hand firmly around your neck before pulling you into a consuming kiss that took your breath away.
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#3 is definitely something Rafas toxic self would say.
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You had done it now. You knew that hooking up with and subsequently carrying on a months long fling with the notorious Rafa Caro Quintero over the summer would eventually bite you in the ass, and not in a good way. You'd finally decided to break up with him, though you didn't want to, and he was not taking it well.
"Ay muchacha, do you think I'm stupid? Do you think I don't know how badly you wanted me the same way I wanted you?" Rafa snapped as he grabbed you by your chin. "Don't tell me you don't want it now when just last night you were begging for it."
You slapped his hand away, "I'm sorry, Rafa. Even if I did want to stay I can't. This, whatever it was, was always meant to be temporary. You can go back to your drug cartels and money and I can go back and be the good girl my family needs."
Rafa pulled you back in by your waist, leaning in close, "You can stay here and be my good girl. What can they give you that I can't?"
You closed your eyes and sighed. You were already far too invested in the dark man and he was only making leaving harder. "It's not about what they can do for me. It's what I can do for them."
Rafa looked into your eyes confused, "Tell me."
"I knew before I met you. I have a wedding date in two weeks. They arranged everything," You finally admitted, no longer able to meet his gaze.
He cupped your cheek, "Mi vida, look at me."
Reluctantly you met his gaze and was shocked to see the anger there.
"Give me the word and I will make sure that you will be marrying no one," He said with a devious smirk that made your blood run cold.
You pulled away from his arms, taking a step back. You had been lucky to never be on the receiving end of the chaotic narco's explosive anger, but seeing it was still terrifying. You tried to calm him, "I don't want you to. I may not exactly want to marry him, but we grew up together. He is my friend."
"It doesn't matter. You don't want to marry him. That's all I needed to hear," Rafa turned away, taking his gun from the mantle and checking the bullets.
You pulled at his arm, making him turn to you, "Rafa you can't do this. My family will kill you. I've made sure they didn't know about you but when they find out what we've done, they'll kill you before you get near anyone, especially my fiancé."
"You really think they're going to keep me from you?" Rafa said in a low dangerous tone. He grabbed your chin, "The minute you came here you became mine. You're not leaving, and no one is going to take you from me."
You were frustrated that while you were scared, your heart also ached. He was right, and you knew it. You belonged to him.
Can i get #4 and #8 with Namor with the reader being the one to say "I'll kill you". Pretty please with sprinkles on top.
Ok here is 4
You watched from a distance as the other female warriors fawned over Namor. You felt your brow twitch as one of them grabbed onto his arm and pushed her chest against his bicep. You engaged the warrior you were sparring with ferociously. You could see from your peripherals as the mob and Namor made their way to the edge of the sparring ring you were fighting in.
You ended your match with such a close blow to your opponent that those watching screamed in surprise. You stumbled back, surprised at your own viciousness. You bowed to your opponent and headed for the edge of the ring.
"Well you seem to be in a mood. If that were a real fight he would have been dead four times over," Namor joked. You eyed the King as he shook off the women on his arms. You scoffed and began walking away, taking a towel that was offered to you by one of the assistants to the side of the ring. You scrubbed at your sweat roughly.
"Be more gentle or you'll scrub your skin off," Namor chimed in as he caught up with you. You turned and glared at him making him raise his hands.
"Oh shut up, go have fun with your fan club," You sat down on one of the benches and looked out at the training field. It was a gathering of mutants and warriors, a conference of battle and training that Wakanda and Talokan had arranged. It was supposed to be fun and a grand cultural exchange. But right now you were annoyed.
"Fan club? Oh those warriors? They just wanted to talk about different flying techniques. We all have wings just different kinds," Namor explained as he took a seat next to you.
You shrugged, not looking at him as he put an arm around your shoulders and tried to nuzzle your cheek, "Get off me and go hang out with those whores."
"Oh you're very annoyed right now," Namor chuckled, amused at your attitude.
"You're such a dick," You stood up and grabbed a weapon from the table, getting ready for another fight.
"You're so jealous. It's like how you say you love me without saying it," The King stood, smiling, and stole a kiss on your cheek. He dodged a jab of the spear in your hands.
"I'll kill you!" You yelled as you gave chase, ignoring the butterflies that had erupted in your chest when he kissed you.
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Here is 8
"Alright, one more time," Namor commanded as he oversaw the group of warriors that were training. It was tradition for the King to watch the last day of training of the newest recruits before they were promoted. This was also a personal tradition for the King, the day he would once more spar with you.
As the celebrations continued after the promotion ceremony the King cornered you, "There you are. You're not trying to skip out on our annual battle, are you?"
You scoffed, "Unlike you, your majesty, I had a very busy day today and had many people to talk to. Not all of us can just stand there and look pretty."
"Don't be evasive. Meet me at the south training room. I will beat you this year," Namor commanded with a cheeky smile on his face. You chuckled at the challenge.
Before long you were both wrestling for dominance, weapons cast aside and relying on brute strength and agility. It was a close fight but you had won 4 years in a row and you were not planning on losing your streak. You couldn't help but notice that he had picked up some new moves and blamed it on the training he did with the Wakandans.
Namor was able to flip you onto your back and let out a laugh of triumph, "I told you, I would win this year!"
You paused and measured the weight of the king on top of you, "It's not over yet."
With a twist of your hips you had him on the ground, pinned by his wrists with you straddling his chest. The surprise on his face was short lived as he shifted and then had you chest first on the ground.
"Yield," Namor commanded, holding your arm behind your back.
"Not done yet," You smirked to yourself before making a sweeping movement with your arm and once again you were on top of him with his arms pinned to the ground.
Namor was now getting frustrated as he pulled another new move and it ended with both of you rolling around the floor. Once more some grunting, struggling, and playful banter took over. Then you had him pinned by his writs again, straddling his chest. He was exhausted now and finally relaxed his muscles.
You smiled down, panting, "Didn't know you liked being pinned to the ground this much, my king."
"Oh hush you! I yield," He sighed, though a smile still played across his face.
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That was fun to write! These little exercises are really getting my brain moving. Thank you!
Alejandro walked the streets of Mexico City in a good mood. He was living his dream as a luchador, making money, and fighting with the association every weekend. They were building a fanbase and names for themselves and he couldn't be prouder. Even Carlos was getting his life together. But there was something missing. He hadn't tried to court anyone since Goyita who had ultimately married the doctor. But a part of him also knew that she wasn't the one.
He stood in the park, letting the sun kiss his skin as he closed his eyes. Alejandro had dreamt of a woman from the first few years he started living with his uncle, until just last night. She grew with him in his dreams the way a childhood friend would. He felt silly now, as a grown man, thinking about how his heart swelled at the thought of a dream woman. He day dreamed about the way her hair looked, her lips curved, and the sound of her voice.
The luchador was jolted out of his reverie as a you knocked into his shoulder and nearly fell. But with his honed reflexes he was able to catch you by your waist before you were in any danger. When he caught your eye he was surprised to see a familiar gaze looking up at him.
You had your eyes locked on him as well as he helped you to your feet. The familiarity that rose up in your chest was making you giddy. You sized each other up, grasping onto each other's forearms without realizing it. There was an energy rising by the second as you both processed the shock of seeing a dream in reality.
Alejandro spoke first, his excitement getting the better of him, "It's you. This is going to sound insane but I've met you before. In my dreams. Every night for 10 years."
The statement would have made any other woman weary, but not you; not when you were going to say the same thing. You gripped his hands but let the sudden need to be closer to him overtake you. You threw your arms around his neck in a warm embrace that he returned in earnest. Being in each other's arms felt like home.
You sighed into the embrace and whispered, "I've been looking for you."
You pulled back to study the face of the luchador. His smile was as bright as you knew it to be. His skin golden in the sun, offsetting the dark shiny hair on his head. There was such unbridled joy in his eyes that you knew you had mirrored in your own.
"I don't know your name. It was always muffled in the dreams," You admitted.
He nodded as he took your hand and lifted it to his cheek to kiss, "Alejandro, mi amor. It's Alejandro."
He watched as you started to reply but he didn't listen as he inched his lips closer to yours. Seeing his intentions and already craving a taste, you met his lips half way. It was everything you dreamt of and more. An explosion of every moment you had shared in dreams. It was everything you both been missing.
Alejandro looked down at you as you slumbered on the couch. Months of trying to woo you had been cracking away at your harsh defensive walls. Pulling smiles and small unbidden laughs that made Alejandro's heart sing. He was grateful that he was there to save you when those vagrants had tried to kidnap you on your way home from the store. That was how he found out that you had been kicked out of the hostel you had been staying at. He had insisted that you come home with him and take his bed while he slept on the couch.
When Alejandro had brought you home his aunt was surprised but at the sight of your frazzled clothes and heavy bags she immediately started motherhenning. Despite her insistence, you had made a home on the couch. His aunt had been sending him sly glances, mouthing words asking if this was the girl he had been waxing poetic about. He was embarrassed but let his aunt help you get comfortable.
Hours had gone by and Alejandro was now standing at the head of the couch looking down admiring your beauty. Tentatively, gently, he moved to the front of the couch and knelt down. You were curled into the blankets, brows furrowed as you dreamt.
"You don't know how beautiful you are. You took my breath away the moment I saw you. I felt like I saw the sun and the moon and the stars all at once. You were every beautiful thing in the universe all at the same time standing in front of me. Every time I met you, brought you flowers, asked for your time, I could feel myself building infinite futures in my head and all of them were filled with you.
I don't know how you have such a hold on me. I don't know how I could love someone so much and yet still not call you mine. I do love you, I know you know that. I can see you receiving it in pieces with how you smile at my jokes or get flustered when I compliment you. Each time you do I love you more." Alejandro whispered softly, gazing at you with a soft look on his face. You sighed in your sleep and Alejandro held his breath. When you settled again he gently rose to his feet. "Ay, mi amor, I love you. Te amo. If you never love me back, I think I could accept it if you end up happy. As long as you are happy and safe. Not like the way I found you."
Alejandro turned away and went into his room. You turned over and opened your eyes to stare at the ceiling, wondering why your eyes were watering.
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He's traditional. Not in the way you think. He would want a Queen and children because that is what is expected of him. But he wouldn't want someone soft and outwardly submissive. He needs someone who is strong and could rule if anything happened to him.
Namor would court traditionally. If he could he would probably ask your parents for permission. Then he would bring you gifts and get to know you. That's if he thinks you're marriage potential.
But Namor is also a man with carnal desires. When he isn't ready to marry or doesn't see that kind of future with you then he has no problem seducing you. He could easily make you fall into his bed or have you take him to yours with some smooth words and gentle smiles. He wouldn't lie either way. You would know from the start it wasn't permanent, he doesn't believe in deception like that.
Namor cares greatly for the children of Talokan. He goes out of his way to meet every new born and spend time with every child. Every member of his people has fond childhood memories with him. But once they are older, married off, and having their own he tries not to be too attached. Just quietly supportive. He won't stop anyone coming to him for advice or counsel but he stops seeking people out once they have their own life established.
The King has explored the entire world and all the seas in his time. He has met the Kraken and other creatures of myth. They do not answer to his call the way that the more simple sea creatures do. But they stay away from his people as long as he leaves them alone.
Besides painting, Namor has a talent for musical instruments. His singing is competent but not something he practices. But he learned the instruments, partly out of boredom, and partly to fill the silence of the caves when all his people would have to return to the water.
Namor likes giving gifts to show his affection since he has to keep people at arms length. He will leave Namora her favorite fruit. He will carve a new ax for Attuma after a fierce battle. He will paint a portrait for a maid who is getting married soon.
The man is oddly fond of surface plants but tells no one. He will often go to the surface to faraway lands and beaches to look at the plants and foliage when he wants time away.
He would tell no one but the first time he saw a plane it scared the shit out of him and he took it down. (In my brain it was Amelia Earhart)
The only one to ever beat him in a fight was Namora and she will never let him forget it, although no one but the two of them know about it.
The man has hyper hearing. He can tell when your breathing changes pace so he would know the exact moment he starts having an effect on you. At first he thinks you're frightened then he will realize that it's something else.
Namor is bullheaded. He would fall in love and be so stubborn about how its not love and he doesn't have time for it. He would overthink and not want to risk anything. Then it would be one thing. One moment that changes his mind. But until that one specific thing happens nothing can convince him otherwise.
When he accepts that he's in love he's all in. But private about it. He might even appear cold to other people. Behind closed doors he adores you. He can't keep his hands off you and not just sexually. The man is clingy as all hell. In front of the world though, he wants to be professional. He doesn't want anyone to think you're too important to him because that would make you a target.
I have this vision of him wanting to comb your hair every night. He would do it while you told him all about your day. You told him about your troubles and triumphs, melting into his touch. Then he would carry you to bed when you're barely awake and tuck you in.
CUDDLER. Just a koala man in bed. especially after he's away for diplomatic business. As soon as he comes home and you're alone in your room together he would pull you into bed and moan and groan about how annoying the surface dwellers are while fully wrapped around you demanding affection for his troubles.
Namor has a weird aversion to silver and all things chrome. He thinks it looks cold and cheap. Now imagine him arguing with Shuri or Riri about that in regards to any machine they design.
Namor having a pet sea otter. Just the two of them floating aimlessly and basking in the sun while Namor waxes poetic about a beautiful woman he saw.
He's got a big dick but he's tiny soft because of the cold water. He is immediately amused whenever people are surprised at his size when hard.
Making the woman feel so good they cover his back in scratches is his kink
His other kink is making a woman beg for him to finish because he's been fucking them for so long, made them cum so many times, that they just can't take it anymore.
The man tries to be humble sometimes but not when it comes to his prowess in bed. Once he knows you're comfortable with him he would introduce you to all manner of pleasure seeking behaviors. He would love anyone experienced or inexperienced because he knows no one has tried as much as he has.
Has an internal battle because he definitely had a breeding kink but he's not trying to have a million babies so he makes himself pull out. cue reader locking him in and making him cum inside
He's a munch. The only reason his beard isn't bleached from all the pussy he eats is because it happens so much underwater that it washes away the juices. The man doesn't need to breathe air so he could live between a womans legs.
Definitely loves to face fuck but tries not to do it too often because he doesn't like that most woman don't actually like it. But when you tell him you do he is more than happy to shove his giant cock down your throat and spill his seed inside of you while cupping your cheeks.
He would love kissing you after you cum on his lips or he cums in your mouth. Something about the trust and the exchange and the smells makes him animalistic.
growling. he makes noise while he fucks and if you're not then he thinks he isn't doing good enough so he will make sure to make you scream.
he likes to fuck you while you wear nothing but one of his necklaces around your neck. A pseudo collar because you are his and he is yours.
He would gladly let you leave love marks on his thighs so that everyone who sees him sitting on his throne can see that you've had your way with him. Everyone knows better than to bring it up tho.
Namor likes when you are being stubborn or talking back. The challenge turns him on. As much as he loves you and wants to have soft loving moments with you. The explosive fight followed by a hesitant then passionate reunion is more satisfying.
The first time he cries while cumming is when you look at him and tell him you love him in the middle of it. After months of unspoken adoration. After weeks of missing each other. After begging to be released from the torment of loving someone who didn't seem to love him the same way.
Rafa has always been flashy especially now that he has money. He would want you to be a little flashy as well even if you weren't always like that. Especially when you're around the other narcos. He would want to show you off and make sure they know how hot you are.
Rafa loves weed but he also has a green thumb. He had a little garden at this mansion for flowers and vegetables that he worked on when the cartel business was getting overwhelming.
He would make bouquets with flowers from his garden for you, no matter how much the boys made fun of him.
Rafa is a complete baby when he's sick. He wants you to take care of him. He would play it up, asking for comfort and for you to feed him. Lot's of jokes about sponge baths because he's 'too weak'.
He's definitely a tits guy. Something about a tight dress and deep cleavage makes him go feral.
The man is insatiable when it's the honeymoon phase. He would take you anywhere, any time, no matter how public. You would be just as much into it. One look from you and he'd follow you into a bathroom or corner of the club for a quickie.
He's definitely got sub tendencies in the bedroom. Pull his hair, wrap a hand around his throat, tie him up. He likes to be controlled, at least in bed.
Jealous bastard that he is, if a guy hit on you they would get 2 chances. One where he tells the guy nicely to leave. Two where he makes a threat. There's no third time, just a bullet to the head.
He would want a girl who is a little sadistic. A little chaotic. Just like him. Sophia joked about Bonnie and Clyde but his real match would be more calculating, smart, and use Rafa's explosiveness to her advantage. Then she would reward him for a good job.
Rafa is so loyal that once a girl is connected to one of his men he doesn't see them as a woman anymore.
He's the type that if his friend's girl hit on him, he would pretend he heard nothing and would rat her out to his friend. He doesn't like cheaters.
He would be horrible at being a romantic in big ways. Candle lit dinners aren't his style and neither are big fancy parties. He prefers the small things. He would get you a book that you talked about and make sure its a signed copy. He would get you a necklace with your favorite bird because you mentioned it one time. He would make a weed specific to you and name it after you.
Rafa is good with kids because he's a giant kid. Bad influence for sure. Would sneak the kids sweets and help them stay up late. Until everyone gets punished including him. But he would be smiling and winking at the kids the whole time.
The man can't cook for shit. No matter how hard he tries. But the first time you make him edibles and he sees the possibilities he jumps in into figuring how to do it himself. Weed is his motivator. But you bond over the odd hobby of baking edibles together.
Rafa would hit on any girl he finds attractive regardless of a language barrier. The man knows he has game.
When he is feeling overwhelmed or scattered his favorite thing to do is walk the fields. Let his mind wander under the clear sky, surrounded by the things he loves most.
Rafa wanted to rule over more than just one field. He wanted to have more and he wanted his girl to rule over it with him. Someone who knew just as much about the business if not more. Someone who could balance his crazy with a little more tact. Felix would have liked that.
Rafa is so touch deprived. This man would cling to you. Hold hands. stolen kisses to every part of you. Always playing with your hair. Smelling you. He would gladly be wrapped up in your arms 99% of the time.
When he's high on weed he likes sex slow and drawn out and teasing. When he's high on coke he wants it rough and punishing and fast. He doesn't care exactly who is in control in either situation but thats the vibe he looks for.
When he's not high, which is rare, he likes a mix of both. He would want to make love to you one round, then begging for a break the next round. He would want you on top of him begging for him to cum in you, then the next time on your hands and knees while he takes you from behind and feels you cum around him.
Oh he marks you. He wants to leave love bites and bruises and he wants you to do the same to him. He would be so proud to show everyone that he's yours.
𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 | soulmate au! namor x f! reader! part 1 [REQUEST]
𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 — in which you were hired to be a nurse by the government for an expedition to the Atlantic Ocean in search for vibranium only for your ship to be ambushed and for you to also find your soulmate. [ this is the request that was sent to me and it's better explained here so pls do check this out before reading cause my synopsis sucks!]
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PART 1
Soulmates. Many cultures and religions have different interpretations and stories about this concept.
The Greek philosopher Plato wrote that humans once had four arms, four legs and two faces. He stated that Zeus split us in half as a punishment for our pride, and we were destined to walk the Earth searching for our other half,
In Japanese culture it is believed that a magical cord connects two souls. It may stretch or tangle, but never break. The two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstances
while in Hindu culture, there's an idea that you have a karmic connection with a certain soul. It is called lehnu in the Gujarati language, which is the link with another soul that causes you to keep crossing paths, each time having a good impact on each other and improving our lives for the better.
There's many interpretation of what soulmates are truely here for, almost everyone in this world has one — a person that you could find comfort in, confined in and is your other half.
But for you, you still never found yours. Everyday you hoped to find your other half but nothing. It's been years and you passed the point of when most people found their other half, making you feel anxious and scared.
What if you never find them or what if you weren't destined to have one ? Most people start to form a marking on their wrist at 18— the marking being one that resembles something that both people have a strong connection with.
Most cases people get their soulmate marking as late as the age of 24 but you have passed that age making you worried and now almost hopeless that you weren't given another half.
The sound of the ocean waves crashing against the ship broke you from your depressed thoughts as your skin tingle, your teeth grinding agaisnt each other causing your fingers to twitch as you felt extremly sensitive to the harsh noises as you placed your noise canceling headphones on—your body instantly easing up once you connected your headphones.
You were currently on a ship in the Atlantic Ocean—to be specific a ship that consisted of CIA agents and the U.S Navy whom were utilizing a vibranium detector in search of vibranium in the ocean.
You were hired as an on board nurse, you job was to be a responder during emergencies, perform patient assessments, assist providence with clinical diagnosing, and administer medications and tests.
Everything was going smoothly, there was no serious issues just people coming in to do their daily vitality check ups.
You were surprised you are managing quite well in this new environment as you are a person who has sensory issues and find certain things to be extremly overwhelming but everything was fine, to be honest you were enjoying this new experience.
It was like a fresh breath of air away from the mundane everyday city life and the consistent searching for your soulmate.
But something also drawn you to join this expedition — not mainly money or change of life but the strong sensation to be close to the ocean.
You found comfort in the ocean. At times when the waves crashed harshly, it did cause you to feel extremly sensitive to the noise but at times when the ocean was calm, it felt like it was calling out to you, to join it.
There was something so hypnotic about the ocean to you, almost every weekend you would be at the beach— either just taking a walk on the shore and collecting sea shells or dipping your feet in the water.
So when you got the job opportunity to be on board and explore deeper parts of the ocean you could not turn down the offer ( and also the amount of money they were willing to pay you).
'If I can't have a soulmate than money should be my other half and comfort.' You thought, oddly that cheered you up as you thought of the things you want to get yourself once you are back on land as you start to unpack the medication from the stock room onto your shelves , extremly oblivious to the commotion that was occurring on the ship.
You were extremly focused on what you were doing that you didn't realize that someone else was in the room until you turned around, the medication you had in your hand fell to the ground.
Your eyes widening, the pulse behind your ear starts to throb. In front of you stood a man whom held a sharp spear like weapon but what shocked and scared you even more was his appearance. His skin a azure blue, body adorn with jewels and metals and what looked like an apparatus covering his noise and mouth.
A scream leaves past your lips, your heart beating faster. For once you extrmely regret wearing your noise canceling headphones as two people whom also had the same daunting appearance as the man came into the room after hearing your screams, their spears pointed towards you, your hands shakily take off your headphones to hear what they say and to try and communicate with them.
The sharp tip of the spear coming towards your neck, pressing against your flesh as tears start to brim at the corner of your eyes, your heart beating faster and faster as you felt like you were about to hyperventilate.
You have no experience with any combat or fighting, you could not escape this as you blinked your eyes as you start to plead for your life, tears falling from yours eyes and cascading down onto to your cheeks, your cheeks turning an apple red as you choke on your words.
"P-please I'll do anything, please don't kill me. I-I don't want to die." You cried out, your voice shaky as your legs felt weak as you fall to your knees, the spear following your movements.
"We should take her to K'uk'ulkan first, she might have insight on the scientist as the others didn't give in." one of the people said, the language was foreign to you and you didn't understand anything they said as you felt the spear coming closer to your neck once again.
There was no repsone to what the perosn said, instead a strong hand grasped onto your upper arm causing you to whimper as tears cascaded down your cheeks, the person pulling you up to your feet as they dragged you out of the room.
Your mind was jumbled up with so many questions , fear burning through out your body as you felt your senses overload. Your mind was frantically running in circles, your eyes widen when you find the corpses of CIA agents and marines , each brutally murdered and their blood splashed across the metal hallway as the bile in your throat burned, the heavy smell of blood entering your nose making you feel quisy and light headed, your hands and feet tingling as you hoped that this was all just a nightmare.
The chilled night air nips at your skin once you are on the top deck, the night sky and the moon being the witness of what was going on, the moonlight sparkled agaisnt the ocean and the tear stains that stuck to your skin.
There were more of these blue people on top and more corpses of people you have worked with scattered around making you feel nauseas as the man's grip on your forearm tightening as he walked towards a man and woman.
Your heart for some reason suddenly lurched in your chest, a cold draft falling upon you as the pulse in your neck starts to beat faster , you senses becoming even more alert.
"K'uk'ulkan" the three soliders say in unison, the man had his back facing them, a lady next to him— her skin a similar shade of blue to the men that have captured you but through your blurry eyes you noticed the man that's back was facing you— his skin was not blue rather a milky brown color. You skin pricked with goosebumps at the sight of him as he turns around.
Everything about him oozed regality from the confidence his body language gave off. He was muscluar and his chets was adorn by a large gold and jade neck plates, a necklace strung with shells and pearls hung around his neck too.
What looked like gold bracletes were cuffed around his biceps, wrists, and ankles.
He was extremly beautiful, the epitome of beauty. It made your heart haywire but his beautiful was covered with a scowl, eyes burning with anger and hatred towards you making you feel uneasy at the mixed emotions you felt towards this odd stranger.
You continued to cry, in fear of your life, you have never been in such a situation. Your breathing coming out uneasy as K’uk’ulkan comes towards you, his spear being held in a position to strike but when you look up at him again, your eyes filled with fear, tiredness and pain, your eyes that sparkled like the light that reflects off of the ocean — he hesitate.
Something warm fills his chest, his heart banging agaisnt his chest frantically as he without a second thought looked down at his wrist, a small marking was carved into his skin. It looked like someone had taken a knife and had curved the sign of the water element, his gaze moving away from this and towards you.
His gaze softens, the gaze that was once filled with hatred changed. He signals for his people to let go of you and they do without hesitation as you crumbled to the ground, loud sobs leaving past your lips as you quiver in fear.
K'uk'ulkan look down at you, he gaze at you with confusion and wonder. His heart in conflict that a surface dweller is his soulmate. The person he had been waiting for nearly 500 years. He had waited for centuries for his other half that he had almost given up on the idea of him having a soulmate.
Your loud sob breaks him out of his thoughts as his brows furrow in concern as he bends down towards you, your eyes closed shut in fear as you start to breath heavily.
Without hesitation, K'uk'ulkan placed his hand on your should— an instant surge of electricity shocked the both of you causing your eyes to open and his to widen in shock. The sensation felt amaizng, it seemed to calm you down and it made him feel a slight ease in his heart.
You look up at him with teary eyes, your gaze being met with warm brown eyes that calmed you down abit as a warm hand suddenly came and cupped your cheeks gently, your eyes widening at this sensation that made your skin tingle, your heart beat faster as the pad of his thumb gently wiped away the tears that collected underneath your eyes, you sniffles lightly.
The fear still stuck to you as your eyes move away from his and towards the people that surrounded you making you to take in a shaky breath in.
"It's okay." he spoke in english, his voice was soothing, it made your heart flutter as you start to breath normally your hands on their own moved towards the large hands that cupped your face as you placed your hands on top of his. That same electrifying sensation incapsulated the both of you, your hands felt soft against the top of his.
He gently moves his hand off of your face, as he takes your left hand in his. Your eyes still trained onto him, your soul aching as he looks down at your wrist and saw the freshly red scar marked on it — a water sign as he brushed his thumb aagisng it sending a shiver down your skin as you look down, his hand gently holding your hand as you notice the marking on your wrist, your eyes widen, heart skipped a beat as you looked back up at him but your still felt scared, the people around the two of you still made you feel uneasy as you quiver lightly.
K'uk'ulkan noticed this and without hesitation, he pulls you towards him. Your eyes widen as your body shook from fear, from everything that had just occured.
He held onto you delicately in his arms in a protective manner. You placed your hands on his bare chest, his skin was moist yet warm just being close to him made you feel safe as he gently pets your hair and soothingly whispers to you.
"I have waited for you, for so many centuries." He softly says as he gently tucks behind a strand of your hair. A warm gaze on his face as you finally calmed down.
He gently lifts you up with him, his arm securely wrapped around your waist as your side was flushed agaisnt him as he turns towards Namora and says something to her that you didn't understand, you watched as the woman warily eye you but nods her head , she indicates to the other warriors to leave as they all jump off the ship and into the water causing your eyes to widen as K’uk’ulkan notices this and gently pats his hand agaisnt your waist to comfort you.
You watched as the woman takes off the apparatus on her face and hands it to the man, he nods his head as she jumps into the water.
K'uk'ulkan turns toward you, a soft expression on his face as he holds it in front of your face . One of his hands gently placed on the side of your face as he stares deeply into your eyes.
" you have to trust me and wear this mask, I will take you to a much safer place and explain everything to you. " he gently explained, your eyes showed slightly conflict making him feel anxious for you response.
You gulped thickly and you placed your hand over his.
"I'll come with you but what is your name? " you asked him, your heart pounding agaisnt your chest.
A smile cracked on his face.
" K'uk'ulkan " he says, your brain engraving the name into your mind.
"and yours ? "
"Y/n " you said, his head tilt lightly and the smile was still etched on his features.
" y/n " he repeats, testing your name on his tongue as it rolled off with ease from his mouth, the way he said your name made your heart skip a beat.
"I'm ready, K'uk'ulkan. " you softly said, a shiver running down his spine when you uttered his name as he gently place the mask on your nose and mouth as he softly say something that slowly made you feel drowsy before everything went dark.
Chapter 3 to the M'baku/Reader/Namor love triangle aka Friends to Enemies to Lovers.
Part One Part Two
Summary: Wedded life is treating you well. Wakanda is in turmoil. And you're given an ultimatum
Smut, angst, violence.
"Rest, in reina, it has been an eventful day," Namor said to you once you entered your room in the caverns of Talokan. You were confused that he had not brought you to the shared room that he had made up for after the wedding. The one he had so excitedly told you that he was looking forward to sharing with you.
"In ajawo, where are you going?" You asked as Namor turned his back on you. He hesitated then addressed you.
"What happened at the wedding was a show of my devotion to you and this union, but it was also violent and cruel. You were not here during the battle between out countries and this is the first time you have witnessed the worst of me. I do not regret the decision but I know that you need time to process," Namor stayed near the door as he spoke. You stepped closer to him, listening to what he said. "I only wanted today to be full of happiness. I am sorry that I wasn't aware of the treason that was rippling through my people."
He looked guilty and it broke your heart. You reached for him, pulling him into your arms, "In ajawo, I understand what you did. They tried to kill me. To be honest, I was waiting for the day I would finally witness the Namor that attacked Wakanda. I couldn't imagine the Namor I know doing that. But I have seen it now and it is not anything I didn't expect. If anything, I was more surprised that Baku agreed with you. I won't say anything about the sacrifice. It is a lesser used aspect of your culture?"
Namor nodded, pulling away slightly to meet your gaze, "There were stories passed down through the shamans but, until today, we had never considered using it. But in my rage, my fear for you, I turned to the old ways."
"You did it for me, for us. I cannot and will not hold that against you. The gentle Namor who took me in and the ruthless one who killed to protect me are both parts of you. I want all of you, Namor," You kissed the corned of his lips.
"I was worried that you would fear me. Or hate me," His eyes shut in relief.
"You would never direct your ruthlessness at me, my king, and that is all I need to know. I told you I trust you. That hasn't changed," You reassured him, then took his hand. "Will you take me to our shared room now? I don't want to end this day without you next to me."
The soft smile that graced his face brought forth another wave of affection. This wasn't love yet, but it was close and that was all you needed to follow him where ever he led you. It occurred to you then, that if the wedding had been with Baku you would have hidden yourself, avoiding the wedding night like it was a plague. But with Namor you wanted to share that night with him. You weren't sure whether it was your growing affection or that you wanted to wash away his insecurities. Yes, the king had insecurities, you saw them in the way he pulled away from you after the ceremony and you were determined to show him they were unfounded. To truly become bound to him tonight, remind him you chose him, and that you both were determined to make the best of this unplanned union.
The room he brought you to was deeper in the caves, larger, and decorated with more warmth than the rest of the Talokanil caverns. The bed was like a large nest of blankets and pillows. The room was lit, like the rest of the caves, with numerous glow worms that hung from the ceiling. Namor went around lighting candles to warm up the space.
"You should clean up and rest, in reina," Namor said as he approached a large polished slab of obsidian that leant against the wall, serving as a mirror. You approached him slowly as he began unclasping his shin guards and arm guards. You met his gaze as you helped him remove his pauldrons and necklaces. When he was left in just his cloth cape, his jewelry and adornments sitting on a counter, you took his hands and guided them to help you remove your own.
His eyes did not meet yours a he removed hair pins and braids, necklaces and rings, except your newly placed wedding ring. Namor knelt before you and took your foot, methodically untying and slipping off your sandals. When he stood before you you cupped his cheek, relishing in how he leant into your touch. Now that you had both shed the jewelry and markers of your status, you were just a man and woman, wife and husband, on your wedding night.
"Show me how much you'll love me K'uk'ulkan and I will show you the same," You whispered as you pressed up close to him. His eyes grew darker with the realization of what you were asking him. He held your gaze, asking for your permission. When you nodded Namor leant forward and captured your lips in a passionate kiss.
It was all consuming and held none of the tentative nature of the past week. He pulled you firmly against him, his tongue meeting your own, pulling moans from you in a way that you had never experienced before. When you finally had to come up for air he tilted his forehead against your own. Both of you were panting from the passion of it. You had worried for a moment that any intimacy with the king would trigger you, but now a giddy smile spread across your face.
"If you had kissed me like that before I might have married you the day we went to the council," You teased, pulling back to gaze at Namor, arms slipping down his chest. With a smooth movement you unclasped his cape and pushed it off his shoulders. He stood before you now, golden and naked except for the shorts that didn't hide anything now that he had truly had a taste of you.
Namor let out a full laugh at your teasing and as usual was not at all concerned with his physical nakedness. He grabbed at your skirt in an attempt to help you out of it but you skipped away from his grasp and dove into the nest of bedclothes and pillows. You couldn't help but laugh out loud as Namor followed you into the bed and tickled your sides. You both laughed and wrestled until you were out of breath laying next to each other, staring fondly into each others eyes.
"You are beautiful, in reina," Namor whispered as he turned onto his side and leant his head on his hand. His other hand reached over to your shoulder closest to him. Gently, he pulled your short dress sleeve off your shoulder and began kissing your skin slowly and sensually. You allowed yourself to sink into the soft feeling of his lips on your skin. It wasn't until Namor moved so that he was nearly on top of you, kissing your neck that you began having flash backs.
You knew this wasn't the same, you knew that this was Namor, your husband and not M'baku. But your breathing came faster, and you couldn't stop yourself from shoving Namor off you. He did not protest but instead sat up and away, his hands up in an appeasing stance, "In yakunaj, I'm sorry, I was moving too fast."
You fought back the sob that was tearing its way up your throat. Namor didn't deserve this, "Don't be sorry. It's not your fault. I know it's not the same but I just got lost. I'm sorry, Namor."
You buried your head in your hands, shoulders weighed down in defeat. But the hesitant touch of his hand on your shoulder made you look up. He wasn't angry or even annoyed. His gaze was soft as he gestured for you to come into his arms. The King pulled you practically on top of him in a warm embrace. You clung to him, listening to his heart beat while your own finally slowed down.
"Do not be sorry, in yakunaj, it has not been long since it happened," Namor kissed your temple, "Let us sleep for now."
You nodded against his chest and inhaled deeply. His scent surrounded you, masculine and clean and fresh. The feel of his strong muscles gently holding you to him did not scare you but instead made you feel secure. In your mind you shook off the memories of that fateful night.
...
You don't know what woke you but you found yourself laying next to Namor, staring up at the ceiling and constellations of glow worms. He was tucked into your side with a leg slung over your own. HIs body radiated heat that among the bedding and pillows was making you uncomfortably warm. Without waking him, you managed to shimmy out of your loose dress leaving you in your underwear and a thin tank top.
You sat and looked down at the King, relaxed, sprawled out and sleeping peacefully. It was strange to be here next to him already feeling your affection growing rapidly while also remembering how easily he had taken a life. But a part of you was also angry at the woman for ruining your day. You had been happy, you had fully accepted what was happening and seeing the good in it and her vitriol had marred the celebration. A part of you heard her words, her apprehensions and knew that there was some truth there. It did not escape you that becoming queen to a country you could not even spend more than hour in without a special suit was preposterous. And years of Namor and his people hating the surface world and those who dwelled there made the coupling almost hypocritical. But she was gone, and hopefully with her the rest of the naysayers. She had succeeded however in implanting the feeling of foreboding in the people of both countries.
Everyone had been a bit apprehensive, less exuberant, even as the reception and party continued. How could you blame them when someone had been essentially put to death for treason. M'baku had been sure to defend the act a second time and call for celebrations. But you knew that it would not only be Talokanil that whispered of how ill paired you were with the King. Now that he had shown his cruelty once more you did not doubt that the people of Wakanda would be worried about the alliance.
Your eyes focused on the King who mumbled your name in his sleep and unconsciously grasped at the bedclothes for you. Your heart clenched at how much he had already engrained you into his life that he could tell you weren't next to him. You moved slowly to not disturb him and lay by his side, arm slung across his waist, your leg over his, and your lips to his neck.
When you inhaled the scent of him and felt your skin on his, you knew that you wanted him. His arm pulled you closer and he mumbled again, turning away from you. The supple skin of the King's neck was open to you. You scooted up a little so that you could trace your finger along the edge of his pointed ears and down his neck. Namor shifted slightly but did not wake. You did it again and he hummed to himself. Once more and he pulled you closer with a soft moan.
The desire to tease him took over. You braced your hand on his chest and leaned up. You ran the tip of your tongue along the edge of his pointed ear, then trailed it down, laving at the skin right below his lobe. He moaned in his sleep as you began to nip and suck on his neck. You suckled firmly on his pulse point, wanting to mark him.
You caressed his bare chest, experimentally circling his flat nipples with the tips of your fingers. You peppered kisses from his neck down to his chest then back up to his jaw. You giggled to yourself at the contented sighs that emitted from the still slumbering king. You wondered if he was dreaming. You continued to taste his skin when you noticed that his shorts were tented. The heat pooled between your legs at the sight of it.
You leaned back up towards the King's face and held his chin as you kissed his lips softly. Then again and again until Namor finally reciprocated and deepened the kiss, now awake. As you kissed slowly and built up the passion, you moved your body on top of him, your arms holding you up on either side of his head. His hands were at your waist and you could feel his hard on against your stomach.
Namor pulled away and looked up at you, "In reina, while I do enjoy being woken up like this I worry that you haven't been sleeping."
"I slept, in ajawo, and I woke up to find myself in bed with a very handsome king that I wanted to have my way with," You replied between kisses to every part of his face you could reach. He chuckled at your teasing.
Namor allowed for one more deep kiss before he palmed your cheek and asked for you to wait. "We don't have to do this if you aren't ready. I am in no rush if you are uncomfortable."
"I think I'll be fine as long as you stay down there and I stay up here," You smirked at him as you sat up and straddled his waist. He let out a gasp as you rolled your hips against his, brushing your clothed center along the length of his bulge.
You continued to rock your hips you guided Namor's hands beneath your top to cup your breasts. When he rolled your pebbled nipples between his fingers you grinded more firmly. You both moaned breathily as he helped you out of your shirt. Namor sat up and pulled your chest flush to his as he captured your lips.
His hunger was apparent now. The way he nipped at your lips and thrust his tongue into your mouth was making wetness flood between your legs. When he took one of your nipples into his mouth you threw your head back in ecstasy.
"You sound so beautiful, in reina. Hearing you let go while I bring you pleasure. This is how I will love you. This is how I will show you for as long as you let me," Namor whispered his devotions between kisses to your breasts, collar and neck. You cradled his head to your chest, nails trailing through his hair as you rocked against his lap.
"Let me touch you where you need it most, in yakunaj," Namor pleaded for permission and you replied with a strangled affirmation. When his hand slipped between your legs, shoved your underwear aside, and started teasing your clit you moaned his name. You could hear how wet you were from the sound of his fingers teasing your folds and then dipping into your pussy. "Will you love me like this too, my queen? Will you always be this wet for me?"
You mewled as he thrust his fingers into you. You had never felt this way with anyone. As if all your nerve endings were keyed in to every move he made. You were overwhelmed with him. You captured his lips in answer, thrusting your hips against his hand.
"You have all of me, Namor, K'uk'ulkan, in ajawo, in yakunaj," At the use of the epithet you had never said back to him, Namor met your gaze. The softness and affection and desire in his eyes took your breath away. You kissed him, pouring all your trust and care and love into the meeting of lips and tongue. You whispered, "Take me, my love."
Your hands squeezed between the two of you. You found his cock straining against his shorts which were damp from your grinding. You moved his hands and he helped you push his shorts down to release his throbbing cock. Namor laid down at the command of your hand on his chest. His hands found your hips and his eyes did not leave your own as you guided him to your arousal coated center.
You braced yourself with one hand on his chest as you slowly took him inside of you. The both of you gasped and groaned as you fully seated yourself on his hips. He pulled you down to kiss him as you tentatively started to move your hips. Kisses were interrupted by moans as he guided you and built a steady pace. You grappled at his shoulders as he thrust upward impossibly deeper.
You were cheek to cheek as you moved your hips to the rhythm he set, stealing kisses between gasps of pleasure. Nothing mattered now. You were in bed with your husband, taking pleasure and giving it. You admitted to the feelings of love that were bubbling up inside of you so quickly and unexpectedly. Namor, this mighty and cruel king, with eyes soft and touches adoring was yours and you were his.
"In ajawo, I'm close, please," You were nearly sobbing from the pleasure. Overwhelmed by the adoration and the look in his eyes when he pushed you to sit up.
"In reina, show me how you cum," His voice was rough with desire as he thrust into you, the angle making your clit rock against him. You gripped the hands on your hips and squeezed them as your orgasm crested. Namor did not stop his thrusting as you moaned and screamed with the intensity of your pleasure. The wetness between you slickened further as you leant back down to his chest.
Namor held you close as he continued thrusting. The stuttering of his hips was all you needed to know that he was soon going to fill you. You grabbed his face and said against his lips, "Make me yours, K'uk'ulkan. Give me your heir, my love."
Namor practically roared as he came. The heat of his seed inside of you and dripping out from where you were joined was oddly comforting as you both lay limp and satiated. You were both delirious, panting, and unwilling to move. Namor made to move you but you held fast.
He chuckled; deeply, tiredly, but happily. "My love, we should clean up and rest."
You looked up at him with your chin on his chest, "Do we have any plans for tomorrow?"
Namor was amused. He tilted his head in thought then replied, "Nothing urgent. Why?"
"Then we can stay this way and clean up in the morning. I would like to have a bath with my husband, but I would also like to lay here and languish in the evidence of our successful first night as husband and wife," You eyed him suggestively.
"So you have no plan of removing yourself from my cock?" Namor asked, grinding up gently, pulling a soft moan from your lips.
"Not yet. Who knows? Maybe we won't have to worry about an heir if one is sired tonight," You teased him.
"Do you really wish to carry a child?" Namor asked, running his hand up and down your arm in an absentminded caress.
"Isn't that what queens do?" You quipped, nuzzling into him.
"A queen is more than an incubator," Namor insisted.
"But it's expected," You replied, eyes growing heavy as a yawn escaped your mouth.
"I will have you again in the morning, even if you have already fallen with child," Namor said before he too yawned.
"I expect you to," You replied, drifting off to sleep. Namor had no other response as he also fell asleep, clinging to you, married to you, already loving you.
...
In Wakanda, a day after the wedding, a council meeting was called. They were enraged at what M'baku had allowed at the wedding.
"Do you want the people of Talokan to think we support such violence when the Black Panther was gracious enough to spare their King when he too deserved death for his crimes?" One of the council members shot at M'baku forcefully.
Another council member joined, "Do you not think it is an omen to have such blood shed at a wedding? Do we even want this alliance at all?"
"Talokan is strong, we know that, and we cannot be so naive to think that the rest of the world will not eventually come for our vibranium," A female council member sagely added.
"But to encourage such violence? M'baku there should have been proper recourse, a trial, that was unnecessarily cruel," The oldest council member added with a tinge of sadness.
"Unnecessary?" M'baku scoffed, "You would have that filth live after they attempted to kill her in front of us? That was not only treason to Talokan but to Wakanda. They attempted to kill a child of Jabariland. If they had been Wakandan I would have killed them myself."
"Do you hear yourself?!" Shuri finally stood, stepping forward from her place to the side of the council. "You allowed a murder! Encouraged it!"
M'baku stood and faced her, "Do not act holier than thou Princess. You may not have had it in you to kill K'uk'ulkan when you should have. Don't be jealous that I didn't hesitate to protect my own, when you couldn't!"
"You are out of line and have been since you took the throne. Allowing you to rise to power was my mistake," Shuri said solemnly. She eyed the council and sized up M'baku. "I didn't want to do this. But I, the Black Panther, challenge you, M'baku, King of Wakanda for my rightful place as queen."
"Shuri, you cannot defeat me without the powers of the Black Panther," M'baku replied, eyeing the genius woman that he considered a sister.
"We will see. I will not stand by as you allow your emotions to cloud your judgement. Tomorrow I will take the throne back from you, by force," With those parting words Shuri left the council chamber. No one spoke. No one argued. M'baku looked around at the members.
"She has every right to challenge me for the title. It is in her blood, the blood of Bashenga. But one on one, with no powers, she stands no chance," M'baku voiced to the room.
"She is stronger than ever," Okoye spoke, surprising the council, "It is not my place, M'baku, but before this devolves consider that the throne, this palace, has been her home since birth. In her eyes, the legacy of her family sits on her shoulders."
"What are you saying, Okoye?" M'baku asked, ignoring the expectant looks from the council.
"Abdicate the throne. It is that or one of you will die tomorrow. She will go into that fight and show you that she too can show no mercy," Okoye explained.
"Then one of us will die," M'baku said bluntly then waved a dismissal to the council who were speechless.
...
You sat with Namor's head in your lap, hair still damp from the bath. You had spent the last day and night together in bed enjoying each other and not thinking about the outside world. You both only wore robes as there hadn't been much need for anything more unless a maid was dropping off food.
"In yakunaj, do you think I could become like your people?" You asked, tracing the bridge of his nose as he popped a grape into his mouth.
"Our people, in reina. What do you mean become like them?" Namor asked, sitting up feeling that this was an important conversation.
"The way that your mother and the other Talokanil took the potion to become what they are. Do you think I could do that?" You reasoned, "I don't know how it works but it should be the same right. We just have to mix the potion and I can become like them."
"There are a few problems with that. One, that recipe has been lost to time. Two, I do not want you to change. If this is because of the traitors I beg you to remove them from your mind," He grasped your hands tightly, "No one will hurt you, I promise."
"But they are right. How can I be Queen when I cannot even spend time there? Their misgivings are not unfounded, my love. They may have been extreme but I wouldn't be surprised if some of them didn't continue to resent me," You added thoughtfully.
Namor cupped your cheek, a fierceness in his eyes, "If they wish to share the same fate as that other traitor they will voice their opinions. But no one will harm you and you do not need to be among them if they wish to be so disrespectful."
The ferocity of his rage and protectiveness was unsurprising. You kissed his palm and you watched the stress melt away.
"You're getting bristly again, my love. I know this is a sore subject but we should consider a way for me to be part of the people the way a queen should. Maybe develop a better suit or see if Shuri can bio-engineer an herb," You rattled off.
"You would do that?" Namor asked, taking your hand. He was looking at you thoughtfully, as if he was surprised by the measures you were willing to take.
"This may not have been the original plan. But I'm not going to half ass being the queen of a powerful nation next to a god-like husband. I want the Talokanil to respect me and trust me. It will take time to earn it but I can do it," You finished confidently, munching on some fruit. There was an oddly bitter taste to the familiar berry but you paid it no mind. One of the maids had said they were a special harvest for fertility. Who were you to send back a gift just because it was an acquired taste.
"Sour?" Namor asked as he finally stood up and began dressing.
"Bitter," You replied following suit.
"Bare with it, in yakunaj, at least we can say that the maids and farmers are already favoring you. Even I am not allowed to try that fruit as it is reserved for the 'queen to ensure an heir'." Namor chuckled as he pulled some shorts and a longer tunic with open sides.
"That's why I'm eating it, in ajawo. Otherwise I would leave it on my plate the way I do with eggplants," You grimaced at the thought of the purple vegetable. You donned similar clothing to your husband. Shorts, a thick bandeau top, and a lighter cloak-like tunic that was open in the front.
As if you had been doing it all your lives, you helped the other with jewelry, arm and leg adornments, sandals, and for you, braids. Once dressed you stood in front of the obsidian mirror, Namor standing behind you with an arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you to him. Although your clothes were simple, the vibranium jewelry told of your status. You smiled at your reflections, wondering how you could be so content when your life was completely different than it had been almost two weeks ago.
There was a knock at the entrance way and Namor called out for them to enter. You were both surprised to see Attuma's hulking form rush in.
"What is it?" Namor asked, already feeling the tension.
"The Princess has challenges M'baku for the throne of Wakanda. They are nearly at Warrior Falls now to fight for the crown," Attuma hastily informed the royals.
"No," You breathed out, "We have to stop them."
"It is within her rights to fight for the throne that she allowed him to have," Namor tried to reason, not understanding the gravity of the situation.
"Namor, you don't get it. One of them will die! Shuri will not yield now, not after all she has been through. And Baku? Either he will defend his honor or he will let her kill him. After all that has happened these past couple weeks, those are the only outcomes. They must be stopped," You implored him.
...
M'baku dodged a swift thrust and twirl of Shuri's spear. She had already cut his leg and torn a gash into his back. Without her Black Panther powers he had thought she would be an easy foe, but he had underestimated her. Shuri was faster and more blood thirsty than he had ever seen her. There was rage in her eyes and pain that M'baku knew his own mirrored.
"You've become a decent warrior since your brother's passing, he would be proud," M'baku spoke. The brotherly tone he reserved for her was gone. He had told himself he would make her regret challenging him, but it finally occurred to him that he may lose the throne. The only thing he really had left to lose.
"You don't deserve to talk about my brother," Shuri shot back as she landed a hard punch into M'baku's side, making him stumble. "He would be ashamed that he trusted you if he saw what you've done."
"I did what was necessary!" M'baku roared as he tackled Shuri into the water.
"Was violating your dearest friend necessary?!" Shuri shot back, hitting an internal wound that made M'baku see red.
They tumbled and fought for dominance and when he had her pinned to the ground he met her eyes and saw a different set looking back at him. Suddenly, his mind flashed to darkness, being in bed, laying on top of someone and holding them down. His ears rang with cries and pleas for help.
Shuri took her moment and palmed a sharp rock and stabbed it into M'baku's shoulder as she leveraged him off of herself. He yelled as she twisted the rock and pushed him to the ground. M'baku was shaking the memories from his mind, anger and disgust bubbling up within himself. Shuri stood above him with a sword in her hand, swinging from over her head.
It was like time stood still as he watched her heavy blade swing through the air. Shuri, his adopted sister, angry tears leaking from her eyes as she lent the killing blow. Shuri who should have taken the throne to begin with. Shuri who was the Black Panther and the rightful ruler of Wakanda. Shuri who needed to release this rage before it consumed her.
M'baku closed his eyes.
"No Shuri!" Your familiar voice rang out as Namor dropped you from the air and you landed just in time to stop Shuri's blade with your own.
Shuri roared and broke the connection of your blades before lifting her own to point at you. Namor dropped down next to you but stood in a defensive position. "You shouldn't have come. This has nothing to do with you. These are Wakandan affairs!"
"These are family affairs, Shuri. Did you think that my marrying into Talokan would stop me from protecting my family?" You shot back. Your hands were shaking with emotion but you ignored it.
"You have interrupted a sacred ceremony. Or have you already forgotten our traditions in the face of new ones involving barbaric sacrifice?" Shuri raged.
"Like this is any better? Shuri, please, we can talk this out. There doesn't need to be any blood shed," You tried to appease her, lowering your weapon. Behind you Namor helped M'baku to his feet.
"According to the rules of ritual combat, outside intervention in favor of one candidate is cause for forfeit. M'baku son of the Jabari Tribe, you have forfeited your right to the throne. Shuri, daughter of T'chaka, the Black Panther, you are now queen of Wakanda," A council member's voice boomed across the cliffs.
"Wait! No that isn't fair," You pleaded. You turned to M'baku who shook his head.
"They are right. You saved me from certain death but I lose the crown. It is how it has always been," M'baku's voice was weary and blood dripped from his body and mixed with the water.
"Shuri," You turned to the new queen who was already gathering her weapons, "Were you really going to kill M'baku?"
When Namor had flown you towards the falls you had been surprised to see the rage and blood lust that your two friends displayed. It sent shivers down your spine and made you cling to your husband. The king had encouraged you to watch the fight unravel, explaining to you that the two needed to release their pent up pain and grief. But at the sight of Shuri about to kill M'baku, you had immediately went to his defense.
"You are welcome to come to the medi-bay in my lab to get cleaned up. M'baku will need some medical attention," Shuri avoided your question and led the way.
"Shuri, this isn't like you," You called out to her. You ignored the dizziness that was blurring your vision.
Shuri turned to look at you, scoffing at first but then looking concerned. You met her gaze just as you blacked out.
...
You woke in the medi-bay, groggy, with an IV and a monitor stuck to your chest. You ripped everything off, setting off a soft alarm as you sat up on the examination table. You had a headache and your mouth was dry but you felt decently rested and the bitter taste in your mouth that had lingered since breakfast was finally gone.
Namor ran into the room and took you into his arms. He peppered your face with kisses and checked you over, "In reina, you need to rest. Why did you take off the monitors?"
"Namor, what happened? Why am I here?" You asked as the King helped you back onto the table.
Shuri appeared, lab coat and casual clothes on, like she hadn't just won the crown, "The Talokanil are still after your life. Someone tried to poison you before you were even married a week."
"Wait, who would do that? The ones serving us, you trusted them," You turned to Namor who looked guilty and ashamed.
"I did and I shouldn't have. They have already been dealt with. Namora and Attuma sent word yesterday that the one's responsible were sentenced to death for treason. In yakunaj, I'm sorry I couldn't protect you. I should have been more careful," Namor held your hands in his and bent his head down in shame.
"Yesterday? How long have I been asleep?" You looked between Shuri and Namor.
"It's been four days since the ritual combat. M'baku is fine. He has taken a voluntary banishment to Jabariland for the foreseeable futue," Shuri replied, answering your unasked question.
"Four days? Banishment?" You mumbled to yourself.
"The poison was in the fruit that was brought to us that morning. The one I wasn't allowed to eat. I never thought they would go that far," Namor cupped your face and the slight watering of his eyes tore at your heart.
You pressed your forehead to his and gripped his hands, "I am alright, in ajawo. I feel fine, whatever they did didnt' work."
"It didn't work because you happened to be here in Wakanda and one of the Dora who's expertise is in poisons recognized your symptoms. If she hadn't been able to treat you as quickly as she had you would be dead," Shuri spoke bluntly as she looked down upon you. Her eyes roamed your joined hands and the obvious intimacy with the Talokan King.
"And we will forever be in your debt. I do not know what would have happened if we hadn't been here in Wakanda," Namor had stood and was bowing to the Princess who only made a fist at her side.
"Do you care about her Namor?" Shuri was blunt, her tone severe.
Namor was taken aback at the vitriol but replied honestly, "I love her."
"You would do anything for the people you love, right Namor?" Shuri asked, glancing at you as you sat up.
"I would. What do you really want to ask?" Namor felt his stomach sinking as he watched Shuri approach you. She examined you and you let her.
"She is healthy and safe now but you cannot guarantee to me that one of ours, that my friend will be safe in your care. That much has been made obvious. Truthfully, and you know this, I didn't want an alliance between Wakanda and Talokan. So I ask you, Namor, King of Talokan, for the safety of the one you love and her future, will you annul this marriage to maintain the alliance?" Shuri's question left you both speechless.
"Shuri, what are you talking about?" You asked, now scared of what the new Queen of Wakanda had in mind. "Our marriage was made to maintain the alliance."
"Under M'baku it was. But now the conditions have changed. To ensure your safety I will not let him take you. That was M'baku's last request of me before he took his banishment. He said to make sure you were safe and that you would not be harmed again," Shuri paced slowly, "That is why, Namor, to ensure that Wakanda and Talokan remain allies, we request the return of our own. This farce of a marriage will end and your people can go about their lives without worrying about the surface. Unless, of course, war comes for either of us and we will aid each other."
Namor was silent, his jaw clenched as he watched the Princess pace languidly. He turned to you with a stormy look on his face, that dissipated as he took in the sight of you, remembering why you were brought there. The King stepped closer and took your hands in his, "In reina, the princess, no, the Queen is right."
"In yakunaj, don't say that," You held his face in your hands and then turned to Shuri, "This isn't right."
"What isn't right is that your life has been in jeopardy twice since you married less than a week ago," Shuri snapped.
"That wasn't his fault!" You ground out in frustration, standing from the hard bed.
Shuri stepped forward, raising a hand to stop Namor who tried to speak, "The great K'uk'ulkan, the man who nearly wiped out Wakanda and killed my mother! His job was to protect you and he couldn't. This is your out. You never wanted to get married, I know you. You wanted to live freely and explore the outreaches and make your mark. Not languish away in the ocean in a country that hates you and a king you don't love!"
"But I do love him!" You yelled, tears fell quickly after. "I do love him, Shuri. It doesn't make sense but I do. I want to be his queen. I want to be his wife, even if I'm in danger."
Namor moved forward and embraced you, kissing your temple and whispering words of comfort and love. Shuri looked on, surprised at the tenderness and the resolution in your words. Her eyes hardened.
"Then I suggest you go and don't come back," Shuri backed away and turned towards the doors, "Namor can return for diplomatic meetings and planning, but you are banished from Wakanda. Stay in the ocean where you so wish to be. Leave my lab and go straight back to your new home. You are no longer a part of Wakanda."
"Shuri," You breathed out, shocked.
"Leave. When I can forgive you for abandoning your home I will send word. But do not expect it to be soon," Then she left through the doors.
"In reina," Namor whispered as your legs gave out and he caught you. Your sobs rang out through the medi-bay.
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