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─ 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒, 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍'𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋

𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗥 𝘅 𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗔!𝗦𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗡!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — a prophecy has tied you to the feathered serpent god before you had even existed. now, it’s time to come home.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — 18+ ONLY; MINORS DNI. possessive behavior. near death experience. smut; penetrative sex, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, creampie (lots of cum bc i'm disgusting), breeding kink.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑❜𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 — this has to be the most excited i've been for a fic in a long time 🥹 i had a blast including a little bit of my culture's superstitions and lore. my sincerest apologies for any inaccurate yucatec maya translations, i used a translator website. the song the reader sings is "daughter of the sea" by sharm. i hope you all enjoy! ♡

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 —

⁀➷ “anak” - child.

⁀➷ “po” - a respectful term with no direct translation used when talking to someone of higher rank than you such as elders or your boss.

⁀➷ “mag ingat ka” - “be careful.”

⁀➷ “ka’a suku’un u?” - “cousin?”

⁀➷ “ko’oten tin wéetel in kaxtik ti’ le ajawo.” - "come with me to find the king."

⁀➷ "in yakunaj" - "my love"

⁀➷ "in k'áaté" - my one and only.

⁀➷ "le ba'alo' leti'e" - that is her.

⁀➷ "bienvenido tin wotoch ti', in reina." - "welcome my queen."

꒰ ͜͡➸ 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆! 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒❜ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 & 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑! ♡

FOR AS LONG AS YOU COULD REMEMBER, the ocean was your safe haven.

While others strayed from its depths for fear of the unknown, of the creatures that could be lurking down there, you had always been curious to know. There had always been an itch that couldn’t quite be scratched when it came to your love for the water. You frequented your local beach nearly every day, wandering aimlessly until you grew tired. Unlike others your age, your life was one of solitude. To an extent, you were content with it, for the ocean was your companion. It never judged you and always welcomed you. It listened when you spoke, carrying your worries far from you never to be seen again.

Nowadays, to your heart’s discontent, the ocean was not enough.

You were lonely. Truly lonely and feeling what it was like to be so for the very first time in your life. There were nights you stared into the abyss; eyes watery as you wished to drown in it. To be embraced by the one thing that was consistent in your life. Would you feel less alone then?

─

From the deepest point of the very sea you gazed into, the heart of a God grew heavy. K’uk’ulkan loved his people, adored them with every fiber of his body. Each and every one of the faces of those he ruled, dead and alive, were imprinted in his soul permanently. Every step he took was taken with them in mind. He prided himself for being a good leader, for doing everything and anything possible to keep his nation safe. After the events leading up to the alliance with the Wakandans, however, he did not know if that pride was deserved. He had made mistakes; misplaced his trust and allowed two of his own to die right in their very home. Namora, as loyal as she was, began to question his decisions. He was alone in bearing this burden with no one to rest his head on at night from the heaviness of the day.

What pained him the most? He knew he shouldn’t be alone.

He recalled the day he and his mother had been read the prophecy when he was a child clearly. The emotions he felt upon hearing those words spoken into existence were still fresh. There was someone for him. Just for him, and him alone.

“For His fealty, the First Son of Talokan shall be given a gift from the Gods; a descendant from the Heavens, a child of Bulan with the voice of an enchantress. For as long as He shall live, She shall rule the seas by His side.”

Years passed. Those years slowly faded into decades. After the passing of his beloved mother, it became difficult differentiating when those decades turned into centuries. Still, there were no signs of his soulmate. His people knew of the prophecy. K’uk’ulkan was all too aware of the anticipation his children felt as they eagerly awaited the arrival of their queen. Yet, she never came.

He grew angry at the so called Gods for turning on their promise – at her. Where was she? he’d hiss. My people, our people, have come dangerously close to being discovered. I have nearly died defending them all alone. My wings have been ripped from my flesh. Why isn’t she here? The prophecy meant nothing to him anymore. Just as he was naïve when he entrusted Princess Shuri with seeing his home, he was blindly foolish for believing in a fairytale.

Namor was without love in more ways than one.

─

You didn’t remember falling asleep. There was no explanation as to how you ended up perilously close to the edge of the water, the violent thrash of waves serving as a warning to you. Still, you remained completely still as fear immobilized you. You racked your brain for any recollections of your previous actions. Nothing came up. You couldn’t remember anything after you came home from the market.

Nothing, that is, aside from a single voice.

It cooed to you, whispered your name like it had waited a thousand millennia to taste it upon its tongue. Sang to you like you were its favorite person in the entire universe.

Come to me.

Come home.

In yakunaj.

In k’áate’.

Come home.

Taking a moment to steady your breathing, you slowly stepped away from the ledge before rushing back home. As you tucked yourself into bed that night, you tried your best to bury what had just transpired. You sought out every possibility – rational and irrational – that could have resulted in your odd behavior. You always went to the beach, maybe you just wandered there after dinner out of habit. Perhaps something went wrong with the batch of your usual tea and an ingredient that causes cognitive dysfunction was accidentally added to it. Maybe tomorrow morning you will wake up to a news report about your batch being recalled from all stores.

The explanation you vied for never came.

As time persisted, so did the bouts of blacking out, regaining consciousness, and finding yourself near the ocean. Each time, you got closer and closer to its waters. Every day after the next, you would feel the fatigue in your muscles from all of the walking. And yet, it did not stop you. You always found your way back to the ocean. It didn’t matter if you walked into ongoing traffic or if a concerned neighbor physically restrained you, the pull was stronger. Shamefully, you began to avoid leaving your home altogether. You couldn’t bear to face the condemnatory looks you were bound to receive. Whatever those in your area thought of you, you didn’t want to know. You were afraid enough of what you were becoming.

When you wake up from the next spell, you were waist deep in the ocean. Shivering as your thin nightgown stuck to your skin. Wrapping your arms around your torso, you salvaged any and all body heat. The gravity of your circumstances hit you all at once. Biting your lip, you held back your tears as your turned around and began making your way out of the water hastily. Just as your bare feet touched the white sand, you caught the eyes of the elderly woman who lived closed by. The two of you had never spoken, but her presence as a resident was always acknowledged.

“Sorry, po,” You spoke sheepishly, a polite and apologetic smile on your face.

Her expression was grave as she stared at you wordlessly. Silence stretched between the both of you and just as you were about to walk away, she harshly spat one single word.

“Magindara.”

Before you could seek clarification, she was back inside her small hut, the door slamming behind her acrimoniously. The only proof that the interaction with her was even real was the residual sting of her hostility and rage. Her persecution was the straw to break the camel’s back. Unable to maintain your resolve any longer, you fell to your knees and began to you’re your hands clutching at your chest in hopes to alleviate the pain. Humiliation, terror, anxiousness, and frustration were just a few of the emotions you were feeling. Even then, they were just the tip of the iceberg. As you cried to yourself, sand sticking to your wet limbs uncomfortably, you longed for nothing but someone to wrap you up in their arms – for someone to tell you that for once, everything would be okay. Just this once, you craved a life outside of isolation.

Once your breathing evened out, you stood up and leisurely began to talk along the shore. Soothing yourself in the only way you knew how, you began to softly sing.

“Beware, beware the Daughter of the Sea. ‘Beware’ I heard him cry. His words carried upon the ocean breeze, as he sank beneath the tide.”

Namora watched acutely as the quill in her king’s hands abruptly dropped to the floor. The warrior waited for the moment he would pick it up off of the ground and continue with his painting, but it never came.

“K’uk’ulkan?”

She received no response. His eyes held an indecipherable expression, one far away from the present.

“Ka’a suku’un u?” Namora repeated, her tone now carrying concern.

The King of Talokan turned to her for a split second before he stormed out of the room with speed she had never witnessed from him before. Namora was hot on his feathered heels, but the second she dived into the water, her cousin was nowhere to be seen.

“Attuma!” She bellowed. “Ko’oten tin wéetel in kaxtik ti’ le ajawo.”

K’uk’ulkan was stunned when he first heard it – the most beautiful sound to grace his ears. He was livid with himself for being unable to find a better word to describe the voice, for “beautiful” was such an understatement that it was borderline insulting. Without hesitation, he followed it. It didn’t matter that he didn’t know where it was coming from or who it even belonged to, he needed to find it. It called to him, turned him into a man possessed as he soared through the waters restlessly to get to it.

His head broke the surface, and that’s when he saw its owner – her. His soulmate.

She was the most exquisite living being he had ever laid his eyes upon. A gift from the heavens she was. Her beauty made him dizzy, his knees growing weak as he took in his beloved’s features. He admired her as she outstretched her arms, cupping the moon in her delicate palms. It paled in comparison to her. Everything did. Nothing could possibly compare. He remained paralyzed as she continued to sing, a foreign feeling settling in his stomach.

“Why this? Why this, oh Daughter of the Sea? Why this? Why did you forget your seaside days? Always the pride of our nation’s eyes, how could she go astray?”

The words of her melody pierced his heart. They reflected their journey far too accurately to be a coincidence. Did she know that she had always been destined for him? To be loved by the entire nation of Talokan? His lids fell shut slowly as he basked in her harmonies, feeling tranquil at last.

“I heard, I heard, across the moonlit seas, the old voice warning me. Beware, beware, the Daughter of the Sea. Beware, beware…of me.”

Namor studied her face as her song ended. He noted her red rimmed eyes and wet cheeks. Her damp nightgown stuck to her body tantalizingly. The despair in her hypnotizing voice was palpable. All of the wrath and resentment he had once harbored dissipated. Oh, my love. I have longed for you too. He could do nothing as he watched you turn your back to him from above, only pray for another encounter. He rose entirely from the sea, the wings on his ankles fluttering in the air as he watched her in the sky until she was safe in her abode. A quiet splash could be heard from under him. Attuma and Namora stared up at him expectedly.

“Le ba’alo’ leti’e’.”

He nodded slowly, eyes burning holes in the spot where she once stood.

“A human?” Attuma questioned, his voice rigid.

Namor shook his head.

“’A child of Bulan with the voice of an enchantress’.” Namor quoted the prophecy directly. “Bulan was a deity the heavens sent to the ocean to protect the moon from sea monsters. She is a siren; they are descendants of Bulan.”

“What is she doing on the surface?” Namora chimed in.

The king frowned, his fists clenching at his sides as he longed to feel her touch.

“She is lost.”  

─

Returning to the beach after the unpleasant encounter with the elderly woman who lived on its grounds probably wasn’t the most sensible decision. In your defense, however, nothing in your life was sensible nowadays.

Magindara was what she called you. A whole day’s worth of research, hundreds of Google searches, and several life crises later, you found out what it meant – siren. A subspecies of mermaids that were known for being especially vicious. You wanted to badly to laugh it off, to chuck it up to her being a senile old woman, but that was not an option. To do so would be like ignoring statistics. The facts of your life were laid out clearly; there was a connection between you and the ocean. A connection so strong that it bewitched you – mind, body, and soul. There were no traceable origins you could use to refute the woman’s claims. Afterall, you had no family. There was nothing more to do than return to the very place that could give you answers.

Your eyes darted everywhere in search of the familiar head of silvery locks. Once identified, you ran to her.

“Excuse me, po?” You called desperately, your eyes begging her for something. Anything. “What…what am I?”

She stared at you with a severe expression on her aged features.

“The man from the sea with wings on his ankles. Mag ingat ka, anak. He’s coming for you.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion.

“Could you expla—”

“Do not come back here.” She warned. “He will drag you down with him.”

With that being said, she entered her home and slammed the door in your face for the second time. Vexation filled you as you were met with another dead end. A man from the sea with wings on his ankles. What the hell was that alluding to? Did the elderly have to always speak in riddles? Were you in danger? Why was he after you?

You dragged your feet as you trudged home dejectedly. You were already exhausted, not sleeping a wink once you returned home after your stint last night. Sleep was unfathomable considering you were haunted by unanswered questions. Once you crossed the threshold of your bedroom, however, you could no longer ignore your body’s need for rest. Flopping down on your bed, you shut your eyes and instantaneously succumbed to a peaceful slumber.

That night was the last time you slept in your own bed.

The beach was eerily quiet, void of the usual sound of waves crashing against the shore. Seemingly, the ocean yielded to you, it’s queen, the second you stepped foot in its territory, entranced and guided by a single voice.

Come home. Come to me.

Your feet carried you to a cliff high above the sparkling midnight waters.

My love. My soulmate.

Home. You needed to come home. It was time. 

Come home.

Just a couple of more steps.

Come home.

This is your destiny. Fulfill it. Fulfill the prophecy.

Come home.

With that, you took one final step off the cliff and prepared yourself to plunder into the deep waters. Your feet were only in the air for a brief moment before a pair of strong arms caught you midair. Upon physical contact, you snapped from your trance with a sharp gasp, your heart pounding in your chest as you began to panic.

A deep, gentle voice lulled you. It was then that you finally registered who it belonged to. The being who had saved you was the epitome is beauty. Everything about him exuded regality from the air of confidence and ease he carried himself with, to the adornments on his muscular body. A large gold and jade neck plate took up the most space on his expansive chest. Ropes of auriferous shells and opalescent-like pearls hung around his neck. Gilded cuffs were locked around his biceps, wrists, and ankles. You quickly noted the alabaster wings fluttering away attached to them, the very wings responsible for suspending the both of you in the air. Your eyes trailed to his delicately pointed ears, embellished with jewels just like the rest of him. The only clothing he sported was a pair of emerald shorts that left nothing to the imagination. The walls of muscle that were his thighs were on full display, the muscles of a man built to withstand the brutality of the ocean.

This was the man the elderly woman was speaking about. The man from the sea with feathers on his ankles.

That revelation should have scared you. Every alarm in your body should have gone off.

Escaping him should have been the only thing occupying your mind. You should have kicked and screamed until your throat was raw and bloody.

But you did no such thing.

Instead, it was the way he looked at you, gazing at you with the most intense smolder in his eyes that occupied your attention. He gazed at you with pure wonder, and held you delicately yet fiercely in his arms like you were the most precious thing in the entire world. Instinctively, you placed your hands on his bare chest, mindlessly tracing the dew drops sticking to his golden skin. The beautiful man shivered beneath your touch.

“500 years I have waited for you.” He whispered reverently.

Your mouth opened, prepared for a response that never came. Instead, your vision went dark.

─

You woke up to hushed voices and heedful, diligent hands. One set of hands languidly brushed your hair away from your face. Another daintily shimmied clothing onto your body once they were finished drying you off with the velvetiest cloth to ever touch your skin. The last set secured what you assumed was jewelry onto your wrists, neck, and ears. Upon opening your eyes, your assumption was correct. The dress on your body was stunning, embroidered with hundreds of crystalline beads. The jewels on your wrists alone were probably worth more than what you had made in your entire life.

The women who stood above you were unlike you had ever seen before. Their skin was a brilliant shade of cerulean. Vibrant, yet pleasantly understated. Masks covered their mouths and noses, but you could still see the bright smiles behind them.

“Hello,” You greeted shyly. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

Each of them let out a small cry, their eyes welling up with tears as they bowed earnestly.

“Bienvenido tin wotoch ti’, in reina.” They spoke warmly in unison, forming a gesture with their hands at you respectfully. Their mother tongue was foreign to you, but not for long. As if you had spoken it your entire life, your mind made quick work of interpreting it.

Welcome home, my queen.

Once again, you were puzzled. You had no idea where you were or who exactly that man was and why he had taken you here. You obviously hadn’t a single inkling as to what he meant by “500 years I have waited for you”. Now, these women were calling you their queen in a language you had never heard your entire life but somehow had the ability to understand perfectly.

The sound of feet pattering lightly gradually got closer and closer until the man of the hour stood before you at the foot of the bed. The women attending to you immediately turned their attention to him, bowing and forming the same hand gesture you had seen moments ago. He looked just as regal still, now adorned in a cape tucked into golden plates of armor on his shoulders. He regarded them gratefully.

“Leave us, my children. Thank you.”

They bowed to you both once more before swiftly making themselves haste. You now had his undivided attention.

“I hope you slept well. The healers said showed signs of exhaustion.”

“I—” You cleared your throat nervously. “I did, thank you.”

The barest hint of a smile graced his features. With graceful and controlled movements, he poured water into a glass and handed it to you.

“Do not be nervous.” He spoke lowly. “Speak freely.”

“Thank you.” You squeaked out again, taking a generous gulp of water before speaking again. “Where am I? Who are you?”

“My people call me K’uk’ulkan. To my enemies, I am Namor. You are in our kingdom – Talokan.”

The water got caught in your throat mid swallow, causing you to cough obnoxiously. The man who you now knew as K’uk’ulkan, discreetly smiled to himself as if this was a reaction he had anticipated. Before you could blurt out another string of questions, he held his hand out to you.

“Come. I will remedy all of your concerns.”

As if you had done so a million times, you placed your hand in his and stood by his side. Namor lead the both of you through a series of corridors. Your eyes took in your surroundings with pure astonishment. Cavern seemed to be a secluded corner for the king, crystal waters surrounding its premises. Bits of glittery minerals were embedded into the sediment walls. An air of serenity blanketed the entire area.

From the corner of his eye, Namor gaged your reactions, his heart so full of unfiltered adoration that it felt like it would explode in his chest. His hand was still tightly clutched in yours like it was second nature. Subconsciously, you had drawn your body closer to his. He was a meticulous man of control and strategy, but at that very moment, K’uk’ulkan wanted nothing more than to take you into his arms and kiss you breathlessly. The moment was cut short when you reached his study. He offered you a seat at his desk, drawing the door shut behind him for privacy. It didn’t take long for you to deduce that the murals painted on the walls were ones depicting the history of Talokan.

“Centuries ago, my people took an herb that allowed them to survive underwater. The herb was infused with vibranium. We are the only nation aside from Wakanda to possess it.” He began, his hands tracing over a painting of a beautiful woman cradling an infant. “My mother was pregnant with me when she ingested it. That is why I am the way I am – why I am the only one out of my people that can survive on both land and underwater, fly, and age slower than the rest. For this, they made me their king. Their god.”

You listened intently, fascinated by the discovery that they had remained a secret for this long.

“There was a prophecy made shortly after my birth. The gods promised me a soulmate.”

Turning around to face you, he bore his soul to yours through his eyes as he read the prophecy to you. With each word that fell from his lips, the world around you spun quicker and quicker. It made sense. It all made sense.

“I gave up on the idea of the prophecy coming true as time passed. In yakunaj, when you have lived as long as I have, seen as much as I have, happy endings are nothing but meaningless fallacies. But then, that night came…the night I heard you sing for the first time.”

He approached you slowly, cautiously like a wild animal that would take flight if startled by any sudden movements. What happened next made your eyes fill with tears; he knelt before you. This man – a king, a god – surrendered to you with no hesitation.

“I have finally found you…” He breathed, his orbs shining with devotion. “You are home. Why do you think you have no family? No one to trace your roots back to? You were made for me. Mine.”

Your face fell in between the palms of your hands as you wept. Quickly, your hands were replaced by his. He held your face in his hands like he was holding the entire world, the pads of his thumbs gently brushing away your tears.

“Why the tears, my love?”

You shook your head, placing your hands on top of his. The spark you felt every time the two of you touched could no longer be ignored.

“Why did they just now bring us together?” You cried. “We’ve both been alone for all this time, how could they not do something about it!”

“Shhh,” Namor cooed. “You think I have not been angry with them, my sweet? I have held myself back from tearing their skies and oceans apart just to find you. But what I feel for you right now in this very moment? That feeling will always win.”

The both of you said nothing more, for there was nothing that needed to be said. Your long lost love held you in his arms as you liberated yourself from what felt like decades of anguish. His grip never faltered even as you gripped his flesh hard enough to draw blood. Instead, he soothingly rocked you as he recounted the stories of his people’s origins. Talokan was a clandestine national treasure, one of the only things on the earth that had not been bastardized. That was all the doing of this wonderful being who had been promised to you.

“They were wrong about you. Your name.” You whispered. “You’re not without love, quite the opposite actually. The actions you have taken, the lengths you have gone to protect your people and your home, are ones of a man consumed with nothing but love. You can see it in how happy they are.”

With cautious hands, you caressed his cheeks. He preened against your touch, melting right into your palms. The world would never see the stoic warrior king falter, but already, you had him firmly wound around your finger. He could sit there for hours soaking in your ardor.

“Our home. Our people.” Namor corrected. “They can’t wait to meet you.”

Lovingly, he pressed his forehead to yours, nudging the tip of your nose with his.

“Are you ready to meet them?”

He observed endearingly as your eyes widened as large as flying saucers as you nodded overzealously, a giggle tumbling from your lips. K’uk’ulkan noted once more how full of love he felt. He wondered if this was what your lives together would consist of, overcome with all of the possibilities. Was adoring you more than he did in this moment even conceivable? When your smile faltered slightly, worry filled him.

“I’ve never seen…myself.”

“I am honored to be the first to see your true form.”

The two of you stood, walking hand in hand out of his personal study and to the outermost cove surrounded with the most water. Inhaling shakily, you eyed what awaited below you with apprehension. You were not human, far from it, and yet it felt as if you and your true form were worlds apart. Namor was silent. He knew this was something you needed to do alone. The only form of assurance offered to you was a look of encouragement.

Slowly, you dipped one foot into the water and allowed the other to follow. Keeping your eyes closed, you focused on your heart rate as your body adroitly descended into the abyss of the sea. You could have easily fallen asleep if it weren’t for a tingly sensation disrupting your peace. It started small, gradually winding around you until all at once, currents of electricity bolted through your limbs. Instinctively, your lungs expanded, and you took your first gulp of air underwater. You ripped your eyes open in bewilderment when you didn’t choke on water. The clear-cut view you had of your surroundings despite no sources of light being near further consolidated your shock. A noise akin to a squeak and gasp escaped your lips and before you knew it, you were cutting through the waters with newfound ease until your head broke the surface.

Namor would have given everything to his name to capture the sight before him. There you were, beaming at him with unrivaled radiance. He stopped breathing when you lifted your tail out of the water. Just when he thought you could not be any more magnificent than you already were, you defied his expectations. The scales covering the muscle were a range of shades of lapis lazuli, emerald, and gold. Towards the tips of your forked fin, they all blended into a rich shade of dark indigo. Your torso was bare but hidden behind your locks as they cascaded over your breasts. Namor could have gawked at you for hours if it weren’t for you playfully flicking water at his face. He felt light and dream-like as your melodious laughter echoed through the cavern. He decided then and there that your laughter was his favorite song. The scowl permanently etched onto his face fell. In its place, a smile so wide it hurt spawned. For the first time in centuries, he laughed so hard his abdomen hurt.

Powerless to his desires, he dove into the water after you, finding shelter in your embrace once more. Intuitively, your tail curled around one of his legs. He submerged the two of you back into the water and before you knew it, his lips were pressed against yours. Skin to skin, naked chests were tightly pressed against each other, your arms locked around his neck as your mouths feverishly meshed against one another. A barely audible moan slipped from your mouth right into his as his tongue pushed passed your lips. Namor voiced his pleasure with a low rumble from his chest. Pathetically, you could cry again right then and there. How could you have gone without this your whole life?

A loud clearing of the throat caused you both to cease your ministrations. Namor was anything but sorry as he pulled away with the softest expression you had seen on his face thus far. He regarded the two individuals standing in front of you – a hulking man with long inky tresses and an ornate headpiece resembling the skull of a hammerhead shark and a fierce looking woman with a feathered lionfish-esque headdress. Though both clearly high up in the royal ranks with a cutthroat reputation to uphold, they studied you and Namor with mischief.

“K’uk’alkan, they are waiting for her.” The man spoke.

“You might want to put this on before you go.” Spoke the woman, pulling an opulent bra top from behind her back and extending it towards you.

The state of undress you were in hit you like a bus. Your face felt like it was on fire from embarrassment, your lover pressing a tender kiss to your heated cheek. Tactfully, he maneuvered you away from the eyes of the warrior you now knew was Attuma. The woman, his cousin and second in command named Namora, expertly laced you into the garment.

“That was so embarrassing,” You mumbled to yourself once your modesty was secured.

Namor cracked a hint of a smirk.

“Attuma and my cousin expected nothing less from us. Now, shall we?”

─

Talokan was a magnificent sight. The agriculture was impressive, the vibranium rich soil working wonders for the crops. Sea creatures from colossal sized sea turtles, lengthy luminescent jellyfish of different colors, lively fish, and enormous whales to start were one with the Talokanil, peacefully existing with one another. The treatment you received from everyone was something you would never get used to. Despite not knowing you, they acknowledged you as if they had known you their entire lives. K reina perdida they called you with earnest smiles and misty eyes. Our lost queen.

But you were no longer lost.

It was evident in the way the orcas sang with you as you glided through the waters, seemingly understanding you in a way no one else could. Namor’s soul was finally content after seeing you swim freely, laughing so hard your stomach hurt as a couple of toddlers crawled around on your tail. His people loved you. Just as he thought they would. And you fit right in just as you were meant to. With further exploration of your physiology, the two of you discovered that like Namor, you could survive both underwater and on the surface, donning a set of legs seamlessly upon contact with land. Your strength, speed, and agility matched up perfectly with his. For hours, he chased you through the ocean, the both of you weaving in and out between walls of coral and tall beds of seaweed with dexterity. You truly were made for him.

A week later, you were officially crowned their queen. You and Namor ended the celebration with an intimate wedding ceremony in the cavern. After years of going without each other, neither of you had the patience to wait for a union on a grander scale. You both were enough – you would always be enough. And as he laid your bare body across the bed he occupied by himself for half a millennium, he was confident in that conviction.

You felt dizzy as he pressed his hard bulge against your core. The most heavenly noise to grace your ears came out of your now husband when you raised your hips to grind against it. Your hands liberally roamed his chest, now stripped of his jewels, before slithering to his robust back. Your nails drew tiny half moons as they dug into his flesh when his lips made their way to the column of your neck. The decorum of countenance he upheld was nowhere to be found as he ravaged your breasts with his mouth, lightly tugging your erect nipple between his teeth before he began to suckle. You cried out pathetically. His lips twitched, umber orbs now staring up at you with lust.

“You are so noisy for me,” He purred. “I have not even touched the most sensitive parts of your body yet.”

“Please,” You breathed. “Please, I need you,”

Namor made his way down your body, leaving no part of you untouched by his lips. Deftly, he gripped your thighs and place both of your legs over his shoulders. Gently, he kissed your dripping core.

“You have me, my love. Always.” 

His mouth took you straight to heaven. He devoured you like a man starved, tongue flicking your nub of nerves tirelessly with precision. Your thighs were already trembling, but he had just gotten started. Your orgasm crept up on you, the strongest one you had ever experienced. It left you heaving with your back arched off of the bed, unable to do anything besides chant his name like a mantra. But your beloved’s ministrations did not cease. He continued working at your core, now swollen and glistening from your juices and his spit. The second orgasm built up slowly, the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter with each time he sucked your clit. The final straw was when you noticed his hips gyrating. He was pleasuring himself while pleasuring you. This time when you came on your lover’s tongue, no words or sounds were able to slip passed your mouth. You were quite literally speechless.

With a satisfied moan, he lapped up the rest of your arousal, cooing to you as you quivered and whimpered from hypersensitivity. His scorching body covered yours once more, his lips familiarizing themselves with yours. Namor held you tightly against him, whispering sweet nothings against your lips as you steadied your breathing. It wasn’t long before you felt the head of his cock prodding your entrance. Gripping your face firmly, he forced your eyes open. The frenzied look in his eyes as he languidly sunk into you alone could have made you come for the third time that night. But alas, the universe was on your side. Instead, you savored that moment – the feeling of him. Every inch, every vein, ingrained into your memories for as long as you shall live.

“You feel incredible.” Namor panted, now beginning to steadily thrust. “You truly were made for me.”

You could only respond with wanton cries, too consumed with desire. The king began to piston in and out of you until he was fully pounding you into your marital bed.

“Namor!”

He grunted into your ear, pulling out of you for a brief moment to flip you onto your stomach. He plunged back into you and picked up right where he left off. This time, however, he was brutal with the punctuality of his thrusts.

“Am I your enemy, wife?” He taunted. “Are you even worthy of any mercy I have to spare?”

At this point, you could not even recognize the sounds you were making. They were debauched. Depraved. Combined with rhythmic percussion of skin against skin and the squelch of your wet cunt each time Namor entered you, the song you two orchestrated was one only for the lecherous.

“K’uk’ulkan,” You barely managed to murmur. “I’m s-so close, you make me feel so good,”

He hummed satisfactorily, driving into you even faster.

“You are, aren’t you, my sweet? That’s it, sing for me. Take my seed. Carry my children.”

“Please!” You screamed as your walls convulsed around his cock. Please come in me,”

With a shout and one final thrust, he released in you. Rope after rope, he filled you with his cum with proclamations of everlasting love on the tip of his tongue. His cock remained nestled deep within you as you both descended from your highs, keeping his spent from spilling. He shuddered at the image of you round and radiant carrying his child and just like that, he was hardening inside you once more. As you lay there, thoroughly cock drunk, he began to pull out of you and slowly push back in. This time, he was tender and gentle, unhurriedly focused on taking you apart for one final time that night. The two of you had centuries left together. There was no need to rush. Then again, Namor could live another 500 years with you by his side and still feel like it was not enough. He needed you forever, and then some.

“I love you,” He whispered against the blade of your shoulder. “You are everything.”

The next morning you would wake to the sight of your husband painting a new mural. One of a beautiful woman with the upper body of a human, and the lower body of a fish. By her side, a man with ears that pointed to the skies and wings on his ankles, their eyes locked and hands intertwined.

The beginning of your story.

Sweet like mango

Namor x goddess!reader fluff

Summary: You had always remained loyal to your promise to stay ashore, despite a certain god’s best attempts to persuade you otherwise

1.6k words

Warnings: slightly suggestive at some points. Other than that pure fluff

Author’s note- The reader is a woman of color implied to be of a browner skin complexion. The place she rules is a made up country in the Caribbean Sea.

You never grew tired of this.

The long pathways of sand that stretched far around the coast of the island, tucked underneath the shade of many trees. The sleek texture of the leaves beneath your fingers as you foraged for any fruit that would be viable. The feeling of his gaze as you went about your tasks.

It was your job to look after the resources of your people, a people that dwelled on an island safe from the hands of the outside world. One much like the African nation of Wakanda, hidden to all outsiders; though that never stop him from coming. Everyday you’d stroll around the shores of your quaint island and everyday he’d make it a point to see you: It was from him that you even knew what Wakanda was. You weren’t the kind of goddess to meddle in the business of other nations, so a lot of your knowledge about the outside world was through what he told you. On his visits he’d bring stories of foreign lands along with more gifts than you could manage. Necklaces, gold, Talokan’s finest pearls littered your hut. Despite your best efforts, he insisted you accept his gifts and you never had the heart to turn them away. He liked to jest that one day he’d bring enough jewels to fill up your entire island, to let anyone who sailed by know just how much he cared for you.

“Must you always watch from the waters?” Your voice broke the air in what sounded like but a whisper. You stood just off the edge of the sand, waves flowing gently at your shores and making ripples as they returned to the ocean. He was there and you were sure of it. A gentle breeze made its way through the trees, taking pieces of your knit skirt with it. Comfortable silence settled between the two of you as you waited for him to reveal himself and it wasn’t long before he did. He heard you, he always did. His black hair stuck to his face as he rose from the waters, bronzed and covered in heavy jewelry. Before you was K'uk'ulkan in all his glory.

“Ma'lob Ja'atskab K'iin, in yakunaj” (Good morning, my love)

He knew you couldn’t understand what he was saying and yet he refused to stop speaking his language to you. Maybe the absence of understanding was apart of why he did it. Maybe it allowed him to be comfortable saying the things he wouldn’t dare slip off his tongue if he knew you’d understand.

“K'uk'ulkan”. His name fell from your mouth with ease, the way it had thousands of times before. You never tired of seeing your water god, not when he came to your shores looking the way he did. Namor sauntered slowly up to you with a small brown box cradled in between his fingers. Those green shorts left little to the imagination, not that you were complaining.

“How have you been” he asked genuinely, eyes finding yours as he slides his had gingerly around your waist. His fingers moved cautiously around the gems of your waist beads, testing how far you’d let him get as if he had never touched you before. It wasn’t until he was close enough that you could see the state he was in. Battered, bruised, littered in cuts.

He hadn’t visited you in a week which was unlike him. In the event that his duties as king would tear him from you for longer than he liked, he would always make sure you knew. Worry crept up your spine when he hadn’t paid you a visit in 3 days time and you waited desperately for any sort of sign. A smoke signal, a message in a bottle, anything, but nothing ever came. You suspected something dubious was going on with him. Your suspicion was correct.

“What happened to you”

You saw the way his eyebrows raised slightly, as if he didn’t expect you to ask.

“What would it matter if I told you, in yakunaj”

“You leave without a trace in the ocean and you expect me to not want answers? Do you think just because you’ve returned that I’m not owed an explanation?”

You had a point, he couldn’t deny.

“I had a run in with the Wakandans, their new queen is a formidable warrior. I have done things I don’t know if I’m proud of. Things I’d rather not tell in fear you would look at me differently”.

“Does war follow your actions K'uk'ulkan?” You had to know your chances of loosing him. The brown in his eyes soften as he gazed upon you, his hands gripping your waist with more force as if he’s scared you’ll blow away with the wind. The sun made the brown of your skin dance beneath his finger tips, a sight he wouldn’t trade for the world. To him, your beauty could not be matched by any woman, land or sea.

“Not anytime in the near future. Not with the Wakandans. Despite my wrongdoings I have secured an ally for Talokan”. His response seemed to calm you and he took notice of this. As much as you tried to deny it, you did have feelings for him.

This encouraged him to lean into the dip of your neck, inhaling your scent. Honey and mangos with a hint of cinnamon, a smell he would burn into every fiber of his brain had the heavens above allowed it. Opening the box he slowly removed its contents, a beautiful Amber necklace with a pendant surrounded by Talokanil pearls. You didn’t flinch as his wet hands turned you away from him, moving to clip the necklace on with ease. You saw the admiration in his eyes as he scanned down the valley of your breast to look at where the necklace rested. It was beautiful against your complexion and sat comfortably on the knit bra like top you wore. To colonizers your dress was primitive, to him, it was beauty in it’s purest form.

“I count every hour until I am able to see you again. Will you not return to Talokan with me to save me of the pain of having to live without you”.

Would you go with him? You truly didn’t know. Your duty was to your people, to your island, who were you to abandon them? The gods had given you life to serve the islanders and your power of growing plants on a whim served the people well. At a moments notice you could conjure up rows of fruit trees to feed the village. Despite this, you couldn’t help your mind when it wondered to thoughts about what it would be like being his queen. Adored by him and his people. He had walls covered in tapestry depicting you, what would it be like to wake up to them in his embrace every morning? The feeling of him kissing up the side of your neck pulled you out of your thoughts. As much as you’d love to spend every waking moment like this, you knew it wasn’t possible.

“We both know that cannot happen. I have a duty to my people and yours deserve a queen that is one of them”. The words left your mouth so quietly you had to second guess if you had actually said them. His response assured you that you did. That wasn’t the answer he wanted.

“What would lead you to think you are not one of us? You can breathe water like us, swim like us, eat like us. I’d never let the name Namor come from you, is that not testament enough to your place in my life?”

“I am neither your enemy nor your people, what am I to call you? Surely the better of the two names”

“In yakunaj would suffice”. A smile graced his face as he pulled away from your neck. Watching as small purple bruises burned into the brown of your neck.

“I will not call you a name if I don’t know what it means”

“And yet you call me K'uk'ulkan without a care in the world. Do you trust that it’s meaning is good? Or is it that you trust me, lòol (flower)”

In all honesty, you didn’t have an answer. He must have taken your silence as confirmation of your trust as he worked to push you up against the mango tree behind the two of you. He did it with more force than intended but you were quick to catch the mango as it fell, not without accidentally bruising it. It’s juices flowed onto your hands and covered you fingers with its sticky substance. Namor’s eyes darkened as he watched you attempt to clean the mango’s residue from your hands after placing it to the ground. He gently gripped your hand and brought it up to his mouth, eyes meeting yours. He began to slowly suck the juices from your skin in a way that set your body a blaze. Everything about the scene was seductive and you enjoyed it more than you felt you should have. You tried your best to mask the shock as he slowly dropped to his knees before you.

“Maybe I need to use a different approach to make you change your mind”

─ 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐈

𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄

𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗥 𝗫 𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗔!𝗦𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗡!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

sequel to “take me into your arms, siren’s call”

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — talokan finally has their first heir.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — 18+ ONLY; MINORS DNI. pregnancy. pregnancy symptoms. brief mention of childbirth. implied smut. “black panther: wakanda forever” spoilers. namor as a dad is a warning of its own bc that man with a baby? rip ovaries.

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 —

⁀➷ "preciosa chichan" - precious child.

⁀➷ "ang bebe ko" - my baby (tagalog).

⁀➷ bebeko - "my baby" but in form of a nickname.

⁀➷ tita - aunt/auntie.

⁀➷ tito - uncle.

⁀➷ geriátrico - geriatric.

⁀➷ "opo" - the polite version of "yes" in tagalog.

⁀➷ puto - a filipino steamed rice cake (baby is not cursing no worries).

⁀➷ "in chan paalo" - my baby (maya).

⁀➷ anak - child.

꒰ ͜͡➸ 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆! 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒❜ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 & 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑! ♡

TALOKAN CAME TO LIFE when news broke that you and Namor were expecting.

Your pregnancy was a surprise, but certainly not unexpected. Namor was insatiable. For the first week of your marriage and you being crowned queen, the two of you were locked away in the cavern unable to take your hands off of each other. Even once your honeymoon period was over and you had to resume royal responsibilities, you still could not stop. Namora and Attuma learned too quickly to announce themselves loudly before they even neared the door.

Despite all of this, nothing took away from the very moment your pregnancy was confirmed. Namor was incredibly worried at first. You were unusually weak and tired, and never held down any food you consumed for very long. Eventually, you could not get out of bed and Namor finally had a healer see you. His worries were consoled when the news was confirmed – you were carrying his first child. The two of you sobbed in each other’s arms with pure joy. Every night up until you gave birth, your husband would coo to the little life in your stomach.

He was extremely protective, finding a threat in something as simple as a document in your hands. If he had it his way, you would not have worked at all during your pregnancy. Your work consisted of you reviewing documents regarding the finalization of the alliance with the Wakandans in bed. Still, Namor worried that you were straining yourself. But alas, you were queen of Talokan, and shirking from your duties was not an option no matter how pouty your husband got.

When the fatigue and nausea ceased, you were able to leisurely stroll through Talokan as recommended by your midwife for exercise. Interacting with your people always brought a smile to your face. Their warm attitudes and encouraging words as they affectionately rubbed your swollen belly eased every worry burdening you. The farmers at the market spoiled you rotten. Anything you were craving, they delivered. They also offered you any and all foods that were good for the baby. There was no doubt in your mind that your child was loved even before they were born.

When the time came to give birth, you had your child in the water – just as their father had been delivered. Namor was by your side the entire time, chanting encouraging words into your ear and soothingly stroking your hair. He was your rock, keeping you grounded and stable in moments of fear, but there was no denying the shakiness of his hand as it clenched around yours. Thanks to your midwife, your birth was a stress free experience. When your baby’s loud cry rang through the ocean, everyone and everything around you rejoiced. After the umbilical cord was cut, your baby girl was nestled to your chest, her father’s nose nuzzling her full head of hair.

You and Namor named her Malaya – A tribute to your Filipino roots. Her name meant free, as she would always be free in the ocean, never having to worry about the struggles her father and late grandmother faced when he was born. Like her parents, your Malaya could breathe both underwater and on the surface. She had her daddy’s big brown eyes and full onyx locks but resembled you in all aspects of her personality. Just like you, she was one of the only people that could make Namor beam so hard his face hurt and laugh until he cried. The unwavering God-like king was wrapped around his infant’s chubby finger.

─

Your chambers were silent save for the sweet sounds of baby coos. Malaya slept soundly on your chest, wiggling her toes and fingers every so often. You could not keep your eyes off of her. Your daughter was the most beautiful form of life you have ever laid your eyes on with those full cheeks and the honeyed eyes of her father. She was angelic, ethereal, and all yours – a vision created in the image of you and Namor’s love.

Namor mindfully laid himself down next to you, careful as to not to disturb you and your newborn. He presses his body right against yours, delicately kissing your lips before diverting his attention to your bundle of joy. With a touch featherier than the wings flanking his ankles, he runs his finger up and down the apple of Malaya’s cheek. The princess cracks a gummy smile, delighted by the warmth of her father. Namor smiles back, blinking away tears as he silently thanks every deity that made having someone so precious possible.

“She looks just like you,”

You gaze at him affectionately, eyes tired, but never too tired for him.

“Those eyes are definitely yours though.”

For a moment he says nothing, just stares at you with those sparkly orbs.

“Thank you,” He whispers, his voice breaking as he finally allows the tears to build up before falling down to caress his cheeks. “Thank you for all that you have given me. For this brilliant life I get to live.”

You shook your head, cupping his face in your hands and pressing your forehead to his.

“Thank you,” You affirmed. “I had no one before I met you. Now I have this.”

He laid his lips upon yours once more. His kisses were filled with passion and a million ways to describe his love for you. A cry caused you both to pull apart.

“Aw, ang bebe ko,” You sang. “What is it?”

“My turn,” Namor claimed adorably, rolling over and patting his bare chest.

With a playful roll of your eyes, you transferred your baby from your chest to his. Malaya, now slowly awakening, squirmed around atop her father. Her tiny hands gripped his shoulders as she gummed away at his shoulders and pecks.

“I do not have what you are looking for, little one,”

“And just because of that, I’ll always be her favorite.”

Namor side eyed you.

“She is going to be a daddy’s girl. I will make sure of it.”

Malaya grunted, her little face reddening and brows furrowing with concentration. You smirked before closing your eyes, rolling over and comfortably positioning yourself for sleep.

“Well then, you can start now by changing her first diaper.”

─

Talokan was hustling and bustling, preparing for the new princess’s first outing.

You and Namor had done your best to keep her shielded and protected for her first months of life. Selfishly, both of you wanted your daughter all to yourselves before having to share her with the world. Though she would age as slowly as you and her father, she would only remain youthful at heart for so long. You and Namor agreed to cherish all of those moments.

But now, at the tender age of eight months, it was time for her people to meet her. For her to see all of the faces of those who adore her and prayed hard for her very existence. She needed to experience the warmth of Talokan culture and witness its beauty. Her nation was more than ready for her.

“She is beautiful, in reina, K’uk’ulkan.” A merchant woman complimented, tucking a flower behind your daughter’s ear. She gave her thanks in form of a gummy smile.

“Thank you, Itzel,” You thanked, grinning from ear to ear.

“Thank you, my child. She is also a handful—” Namor began, but his sentence was interrupted by shoving the flower she had just been given in his face with a loud shriek. “Just like her mother.”

“All of her un-cute qualities come from me, apparently.” You groaned, sprightly sweeping Namor from beneath his knees with your tail.

Itzel giggled behind her fingertips as she witnessed you and your husband’s banter unfold before her. Talokan was still used to seeing their God in such a lighthearted setting. Though foreign, the shift in energy was welcomed nonetheless. Malaya cackled wildly, you following suit.

“I should have asked for a soulmate with legs. You are too arrogant with that tail.”

“I have legs, geriátrico.” You countered. “I could say the same for you and your little wings. How do you even fly with those things? They literally defy the rules of physics. They’re tiny, and you’re—”

As you and Namor’s marital quarrel escalated, Malaya spotted a shiver of sharks not too far away from where you stood. She quietly gasped in awe, eyes wide with fascination. Excitement filled her little body as she identified a couple of pups swimming closely by their mothers’ sides. The eight month old tittered joyfully. Your daughter twisted and turned in your arms restlessly. By the time she drew you and Namor’s attention away from your tit for tat, she was already out of your arms.

“Malaya!” You yelped, panic rushing through your veins. “She has never swam on her own before, we have to—”

“In reina,” Itzel interjected, her tone calm and collected. “Look.”

Just as you were about to rip Namor a new one for not acting, you turned your attention towards your daughter. The sight before you amazed you. There she was – at just eight months of age – swimming expertly with the shiver of sharks. They were especially gentle with her, nudging her softly with their snouts whenever she floated away from them. The pups circled her excitedly, their little fins wagging the way a dog’s tail would. Your daughter shrieked and clapped, laughing so hard that her entire body shook.

The little godling was one with her kingdom.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you bit back the urge to sob. Namor smiled, pulled you into his arms from behind and kissed the top of your head.

“Our daughter is one of the seas, my love. There is nothing to worry about.” Namor whispered.

“She’s amazing,” You breathed. The tears could no longer be held back. “Look at her.”

“I am looking.” He assured, equally as amazed at his greatest creation. “That she gets from you.”

─

“Bebeko!” You called. “Come here, let's pick your snack for today!”

The pitter pattering of tiny feet echoed through the walls of the cavern as soon as the word ‘snack’ escaped your lips. Malaya came toddling in at the speed of light, falling over her feet right in front of you.

“Oh!”

Before you could even help her up, she was standing right back on her feet with a wide smile on her face. You scoffed to yourself. Anything for food.

“What do you want today, Laya? Do you want…your favorite?” You teased.

“Opo! Opo!” She cheered.

“What do you say?” You encouraged.

She stared up at you with puppy eyes and pouty lips.

“Can I have puto please, mama?”

A shatter sounded off from the other room followed by the quick flutter of wings. Your husband stood at the entrance of the kitchen with a look of shock and dismay.

“What are you teaching in chan paalo’?” Namor spat. “What did she just ask for and why did she ask for it in that—that…colonizer language.”

You roared with laughter, doubling over on the floor when your stomach began to ache and your knees buckled from beneath you.

His brows furrowed as he stared at you angrily.

“Nothing about this is entertaining to me, my love. She is a child. Children do not speak that way, let alone Talokanil children, and you as her mother should not be—”

“Tell your father what puto is, anak.”

“I do not want to hear any more of this nonsense—”

“Rice cake from mommy’s home!”

For once, Namor had nothing to say. He cleared his throat, simply standing there and watching his girls laugh behind off. Finally, he cracked a smile.

“Do not speak like that in front of me again.” He warned playfully.

“Whatever.” You mumbled. “More puto for us.”

─

“I have to go, my love,” Namor cooed, bouncing Malaya in his arms as he peppered kisses all over her chubby cheeks.

Your two year old grunted in protest, instantly sending her father into a fit of laughter.

“You and mama get to play with the manta rays while I am gone, does that not sound fun?”

Before your disgruntled toddler could vocalize her disapproval once more, Namora and Attuma appeared, kneeling before you before entering your chambers.

“K’uk’ulkan, they are ready for you.” Namora informed.

“’Mora! ‘Mora!” Malaya shrieked exuberantly, wiggling out of her father’s grip, stout arms outstretched towards her aunt.

Your second in command and cousin in law looked to you for approval.

“Namora, you’re her tita. You don’t have to keep asking us if you can hold her.” You giggled.

“Do not tell me that, I will never give her back.” She teased, taking your daughter into her arms and kissing her forehead. “Preciosa chichan. Tita’s name was your first word, wasn’t it?”

“No, it certainly was not.” Namor defensively interjected quicker than the speed of light.

“He is right,” Attuma joined in, lending Malaya one of his large fingers to grip and gnaw on. “Her first word was ‘Tito Tuma’, was it not?”

“’Tuma!” Malaya giggled, managing to draw a hint of a smile from the warrior.

“Her first word was ‘mama’, but I’ll let you all have your moment.” You muttered, preparing her midday snack.

Namor glared at you playfully.

“Although I would love nothing more than to settle this score with you, wife, I must meet with the council. Laya, can dada have a kiss goodbye?”

Malaya turned her head angrily, a frown etched on her cherubic face as she buried her face in the crook of Namora’s neck. Namor mirrored his daughter’s expression.

“You cannot hide from me forever, little one.”

That opened up the floodgates. Malaya’s bottom lip trembled as her big doe eyes welled up with tears. Tiny whimpers escaped her lips as a tantrum began to slowly build. She fisted her aunt’s shirt in her hands, the latter quietly humming to her soothingly.

“We could go with you,” You suggested, feeling bad that the two had to be separated. Namor had spent every second with you and your daughter when he wasn’t occupied. Malaya was not used to her dad being away from her in the slightest. “I have a snack ready for her, that should keep her quiet. Plus, it’s been a while since I’ve sat in on a meeting.”

“My love, you are a mother. The council understands your absence.”

He contemplated for a moment, but in all truthfulness, he already knew his answer. There was no bypassing those wide weepy and angelic face. In addition, there was no changing your mind. While your words had been phrased as a suggestion, Namor knew that you were going to that meeting no matter what he said. You loved your people and took your queenly responsibilities extremely seriously.

Sighing, Namor approached his grumpy offspring, standing behind his cousin and bending down to her level.

“Princess,” He whispered gently. At the sound of her father’s soothing voice, she finally peeked out from her godmother’s neck. She gazed at him like he hung up the moon and stars as he squished her face in between his two hands. All was forgiven. “You are coming with me and mama, okay? Can you behave?”

She nodded eagerly, scrubbing her tears away.

“Opo,” She responded cutely.

Malaya wiggled herself back into her father’s embrace, placing a sloppy kiss on his bearded cheek. Namor roared with laughter, pressing his forehead against hers. You, Namora, and Attuma quietly watched as the two had their moment. Your heart soared as your husband whispered words of affirmation to your little one, the godling playing with the jewels around his neck as she basked in his affection.

In a matter of time, Malaya was dressed and ready to go, securely strapped to your chest in a baby holder created for as a courtesy from Princess Shuri. There was nothing that could soothe the awkwardness between two nations like a baby. Although she was a strong swimmer on her own, you were a mother and could not be faulted for taking safety precautions. Your little one studied your surroundings with wonder as the five of you swam through the sea to the central palace, reaching out to pet any sea creatures that passed by.

Spirits were lifted when the council laid their eyes on the beloved Princess of Talokan. Not a word was spoken when Malaya’s mischievous behavior periodically interrupted the procession of the council meeting. You tried your best to keep her occupied and busy, lightly bobbing her up and down on your tail as she played with a pink light up starfish plush from your throne right next to Namor. He too did his best to concentrate on the new information being relayed to you both but could not resist turning to your baby to coo at her or make silly faces at her. No one minded. In fact, they were thankful that they could witness that side of their king.

You were to thank for it all.

WHITENESS IN NAMOR POSTS

White ppl need to stop writing themselves into Namor posts. For fuck’s sake, why’d you always think you’re the standard for female desirability? And it’s so obvious you’re signalling whiteness. I see gifs of white women actors for smut posts, references to skin colour or hair texture, that scream whiteness. Ppl here have been calling this out constantly, but there’s no stopping you. Y’all do this with a character as political as Namor (like did you pay attention to the movie or are you just here to sexualise a Brown man?). It’s a particular kind of stomach-turning sexualising of Black and Brown men that white ppl do and that’s what this reminds me of. It’s left unsaid that POC women just aren’t good enough, attractive enough, sexy enough. I am exhausted by this bullshit.

As POC readers/writers we love ourselves some Namor smut too, but if even with a character like him, you write us out, idk what you do in fandoms that haven’t built an entire cultural politics centring POC ppl, like Black Panther has. Namor is Indigenous. Namor’s history is rooted in the violence of colonialism. Tenoch has been speaking out against erasing Black and Brown folk for years. And still, you white folks are here colonising the shit out of our fandoms as well?!

It has been 3 weeks after watching Black Panther: Wakanda Forever and that scene... THAT SCENE y’allllll it still stuck and kept replaying at the back of my mind whenever I listen to Con La Brisa..... before y’all come shittin’ on me, here me out, it’s not everyday a king of an underwater empire shows you his hidden empire when they just met likeee...who knew the antagonist can be such a romantic at heart if their situation were to be put upon different context, i.e: no conflict or such. Then he proceeds to kill the her mom and shit just escalates to hell and ruins the vibe. But thank god it didn’t happen though, or else it’d be very odd. 

Brb lemme just replace Shuri’s position with myself.. lol 

YO AGUA PAPI PLEASE WHISK ME AWAY TO TALOKAN AND LET ME BE YOUR QUEEN!!! I’D DO ANYTHING YOU SAYYY

CEO!Namor Aesthetic Board

We backk baybyeeee with another Namor aesthetic board, and I made CEO! namor instead. I’ve designed quite a few and can not wait to show all of them to you. Enjoy this one y’all! 

P.S: if you still stick around reposting, liking and all that jazz, I’m sending hugs, kisses and loves for you all and stick around for more

Character Aesthetic/ Moodboard Gallery

MCU 

Namor 🌊👑🔱

 CEO!Namor - Namor, CEO of Talokan Enterprise 

CEO!Tenoch/Namor x CEO!Reader 

CEO!Namor/Tenoch x Girlboss!Reader

Namor, The Feathered Serpent God 

Namor x Siren!Reader (gif)

The Feathered Serpent God: K’uk’ulkan

AU!Namor x Reader

Shuri 👑👩‍💻⚙️🧠🗡️

Shuri, Princess of Wakanda (Purple Palette) 

Okoye 🗡️👩🏿‍🦰🏋🏿‍♀️💪🏿👊🏿

Okoye, General of Dora Milaje 

NETFLIX’S WEDNESDAY

Tyler Galpin 👦👿👹☕❤️‍🔥

Tyler Galpin, The Hyde and The Forbidden Forest 

Tyler Galpin, The Barista Boy 

Tyler Galpin x Normie!Reader 

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. 

CEO! Tenoch/Namor x CEO! Reader Aesthetic Board

“You are sent by your father, the owner of the company, to represent this proposal which involves merging these two companies together. “, sitting facing him, barricaded by his sleek office desk and listening to him repeating my proposal. His intense gaze piercing through my soul. “And once the companies have been united, he will retire and you will be the successor, correct?” repeating the proposal while cocking his to the side. However, I sensed a but...

“Allow me to include my additional proposal before sealing the deal” he proceeded to rise from his chair, walked towards me as if a predator stalking its prey, turned my chair to face him. Still remained sitting, he crouched to my level, caged me with both of his palms resting upon the armrest of my chair and leaned towards me. My heartbeat quickened at the close proximity, intoxicated by his scent. A mixed of leather, oakwood and tobacco.

“What does it take to seal the deal?”, I questioned. 

“You”

“A king will need his queen by his side to help him rule his empire. I want you to be my partner, both in the office and personal life. How does that sound, amor?”, tilting my chin up, proceeded to caress my jaw with his knuckle and his warm brown orbs boring into mine.

“Marry me, be my wife and let us rule this empire together. Side by side, for I have long an equally compelling queen to reign by my side.”

🌊🔱🌊🔱🌊🔱🌊🔱🌊🔱🌊🔱🌊🔱🌊🔱🌊🔱🌊🔱🌊🔱🌊🔱🌊🔱

Heyoooo this B is back again with another CEO!Namor moodboard, but decided to add a short fanfic this time, coz i’m feeling ✨extra✨ today. Enjoy peeps ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥🌊🔱🔥

CEO! Namor/ Tenoch x Girlboss! Reader Aesthetic Board

Helloww everyoneee!!!! I’m back again with another CEO!Namor/ Tenoch moodboard. I can’t get enough of making one of these as I really enjoy creating them, especially the AU! tropes. There’s still more to come! So stick around for more AU! tropes 😉

Thank you so much if you still linger around for liking, reblogging and all that jazz. I’m sending you all lots and lots and lottssss of virtual hugs, kisses and lovesss