Namor X Siren! Reader Aesthetic Board

Namor x Siren! Reader Aesthetic Board

Guess who’s back~~ Back again~~ with..... anotha namor moodboard. I experimented with a slight animation. Hope y’all enjoy this one! Sending hugs, much love and kisses to you all. 

Hey

Can I ask you to do a namor moodboard for my one shot story if its alright with you? I can write you a special one shot as a thank you. If you cant then its alright

Hi Girlieee ❤️‍🔥sorry for the delayed reply. YESS! Sure thing, i’d love to! Now pour out you gorgeous idea love 😉

@omgsuperstarg aww.. thank you boo, it really means so much to me ❤️

Namor Aesthetic Board

Holy shit… I just made my very first aesthetic/ character moodboard. Damn.. that means you, aguapapi, are even more special than cap daddy. Move over nomad steve, there’s a new boi in town 😌.

P.S: those of you who encounter this post and decide to repost, like or reblog, i would like to thank you so so much for doing so! Sending you virtual loves and hugs. Should I do more? 

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con la brisa

you’re the first human to see talokan and to namor, you might be the last… there’s a certainty to his love that has no doubts.

WARNINGS: black panther spoilers just in case, a bit of angst, major fluff, im not entirely sure if the details in cultural reference are correct so forgive me, also this is my first fic for namor be fucking polite

He’s the first thing you see. The first thing you breathe. Namor sits beside you on the canopy with a bowl of steamed broth. There’s a certainty in his eyes that you can recognize from anywhere, an emotion you’ve experienced.

The hairs on your body stand just as you sit up, meeting the god to his level from where he sits. Namor doesn’t budge, nor does he move a muscle as his eyes trail over your features. Something stirs inside of you and the gears churn in his.

The shell bracelet he gifted you years back rattles with the movement and it might’ve been the only sound you hear if it weren’t for the soft trickle of the water echoing in the cave. His people serve him well just as they place a bowl of picked fruits to your table, an offering of some sort from both your lover and his kind.

“Drink,” he tells you. “It will help with the cold.”

He didn’t tell you it’d be this cold into his home but perhaps it was a naive choice to think of him that way. Namor had always been protective of his home, his nature, and most certainly his people. There was no question in the latter, regardless of your relationship with him.

You accept his offer and he watches as your body relaxes at the taste. There’s a softness in his gaze when you finish, a look of adoration that one could only describe as love.

“You didn’t warn me about the cold,” you say. You hand back the bowl but his hand captures your own into his. The contrast of his skin makes you melt a little closer to his body, like a rock to a magnetic, you don’t resist.

He smiles, flashing those porcelain as a chuckle fills the cave. “For a reason, mi amor.” Namor adjusts himself to join you on the canopy and all sort of resolution resolves with him.

“I suppose.” Your body leans against him with a purpose. “I know this isn’t your home yet but it’s still quite beautiful.”

He drags your gaze up with a finger to your chin. His eyes pierces a look into his soul and you think of the very first time you had fallen for him back to the Peninsula.

“My home is wherever my people are,” he draws your eyes to where his people stand. They there to guard him, nonetheless loyal and private of their presence, but the beauty of it all makes you nearly envious of the fact that you’re unable to join him.

Though despite the efforts that the two of you make, there’s an urge that grows the tension between you and Namor. He wants to give you his world, but only he could give so much.

“And,” he turns to you, breath warm against your lips, “I want you to join me.”

You grow warm with his presence. “Join you?”

“By my side,” he states. His lips brushes against your own in a momentary adverse of judgment, only for him to pull back when the realization of his people settles in.

“A Queen to me, to my people, to Talokan.”

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He’s a little princess!

Sir do you think you’re cute?? Because if so, I agree!