Amphitrite's Muse

Welcome to my blog! I write fanfictions and imagines about Namor of the MCU. Requests and Asks are always open

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“I-is that me?” You ask, taken aback by the vibrant mixture of colors.

“Ki'imak k'aaba', in yaakunaj,” Namor whispers, as he snakes his arms around your waist.

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Desperately wishing this was me since its my birthday :( I need a Namor hug

[amphitritesmuse]

Hi!

How about a reader who was Erik Killmonger's younger sister but she was a black widow (but let's say she could of it) and decides to stay in Wakanda with her cousins and aunt

But she feels like she doesn't belong anywhere because the red room has taught her for life that "she doesn't have a place in the world."

But later she meets Namor, they fall in love and he makes her see that she does have a place in the world and it is by his side.

Hey nonnie!!

Totally down for this!!!! Thank you for the awesome request <3

[amphitritesmuse]

Can’t wait to read the fic you write about namor and the Wonder Woman reader

LOL! I still am thinking of the plot cause Namor is a complicated man. But yeah, I am excited to write it!!!

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“You could never survive where I come from.” You say, looking up at Namor with a big grin.

“On the contrary, (Y/N).” He replies as he throws his cloak over his shoulders. “You believe in such powerful gods yet you forget that you are in the presence of one. I am sure your people would come to love me.”

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As you follow closely behind Okoye, you hear someone making loud barking sounds. A smirk tugs at the corner of your lips as you turn to see M’Baku grinning at you while chewing on a carrot.

You chuckle at his frivolous nature and say, “You do know that is not the way to get a woman’s attention.”

M’Baku approaches you and places his hand on your shoulder as he whispers. “But I did make you smile, did I not?”

As you begin to laugh, little did you know that from afar, Namor looked at the both of you with anger and jealousy seeping through his veins. The only thought that was racing through his mind was how much he was itching to kill M’Baku.

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I am sorry..

Hi everyone!!

Sorry I have been M.I.A, school is seriously kicking my ass lol!

Just rest assured that I am still going to be writing the requested Namor stories.

Have an awesome day!

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Hello !! First of all, I hope you are doing well! I like the way you write so I'm asking you for a reader

I don't know if you have already written one or not but could you write a reader where we have talasophobia is Namor finds her cute and gently reassures us and teaches us to swim🤸🏼‍♀️

Hello, dear reader!

Thank you for your request. I actually never wrote something like this before so, I will definitely give it a go. I hope you'll like it!

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“Your knowledge of my ancestors is quite intriguing, (Y/N). I am truly impressed.” Namor replies, smiling at you.

“Well, thanks.” You blush, slightly biting your lower lip. “It’s honestly a passion of mine.”

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I wish you had a masterlist to find stuff easier

Hi nonnie! I actually have been thinking about it. I think I’ll create one soon😊

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“You did what?” Namor demanded, and when Attuma saw he was defeated, he simply looked at you with loathing.

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Request by: anonymous

Original Request: Imagine how Namor would react to seeing Reader defend Namor and the son she had with him when Nakia went to rescue Shuri and Riri.

Pairing: Namor x Talokanil!Reader

Word Count: 1,266

Warnings: N/A

A/N: I apologize but I don’t remember exactly the conversations that happened when Shuri and Riri were held as prisoners. I saw the movie 2 months ago so my memory is kind of blank but I also changed the plot to make it interesting.  I just hope you enjoy the story, nonnie! I had fun writing it 😉

Translations:

Wokol: Enter

In pixamech: My angel

In yakunaj: My love

Jump’éel tercio u bin yano’ob táan u yu’ulo’ob: A third of their kind is coming

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I looked down at my son, as he puckered his lips in deep contentment while I gently stroked his black hair. He resembled his father so much, I thought to myself as I chuckled at his attempt to reach for my fingers and bite at them. As I continued to play with him, I recalled the day when he had decided to enter this world. The sun was nearly setting and the people of Talocan were gathered around the Capital City, joining their hands together.

There was much about his birth that was truly auspicious.

He was born under the Twelfth Heavenly Abode when the Morning-star had risen at the peak of the sky or the planet Venus as these surface-dwellers had named it. This was especially significant as it was also the same day his father was born. K’ukulkan had described that the descendants of his mother’s tribe had told stories of my son’s special birth and had given him the name, Quetzalcoatl. In their honour and my husband’s, I accepted.

I sat up on the cushions of the chair, eliciting a sharp cry from my son. “Shh,” I soothed him, carefully keeping him at my breast and rubbing the small of his back. Suddenly, a distant rustle of sandals approaches my chambers and there was a soft yet urgent knock at the door.

“Wokol,” I announce and Izel, my maid, rushed in. Her features as pale as alabaster and her dark eyes held fright.

“My Lady,” she greeted, “the Wakandans have arrived. They are being held in the prisons near the King’s Cave. Though, there is no one in their attendance.”

I frowned at her words. “What of the King? He is not overseeing this matter?”

Izel momentarily hesitated, wringing her hands together, nervously before she replied. “That is right, my Lady. However, I fear that the prisoners may be plotting their escape as I heard of a third Wakandan arriving soon. Possibly to aid them in their escape.”  

My lips twisted into a sardonic smile while holding up Quetzalcoatl in my arms. “Then it is only proper that we greet this newfound guest. Shall we go introduce ourselves and say hello, in pixamech?”

My son squeals and throws his hands up and I walked to Izel, placing him onto her arms as we walk out the door.

I held a basket of guavas, papayas, custard apples, and mamey, while Izel walked next to me with my son in her arms and the other servants brought the other snacks. As we approached the Wakandan prisoners, we placed the baskets down and I reached back for my son.

“What is all this?” One of them inquired.

“A few snacks.” I reply, with a quick calculating glance. “I thought you’d be hungry since you’ve come a long way and I’m sure you’re exhausted.”

“We haven’t come here as guests of the King, we were captured by your people and now, being held as prisoners.”

“Well, that could change if Wakanda decided to become allies with Talocan.” I approach the prison cells and look to the tall woman with the dark eyes and willowy neck. I smiled, “You must be Shuri, the Princess of Wakanda and heiress to its throne and your friend, Riri Williams, a surface-dweller.”

“I see you have been well informed,” Shuri says while her friend, next to her, rolled her eyes in pure annoyance.

“Just because I live in an underwater city does not mean I am oblivious as to what occurs in the Surface world.” I smiled sweetly, and suddenly, my son began to squirm in my arms. I look at him to see if he is alright but he is pointing behind me with a big grin gracing his face.

“In yakunaj,” I hear my husband’s voice and when I turned to see him, he held a look of bewilderment. “What is going on?”

“Jump’éel tercio u bin yano’ob táan u yu’ulo’ob,” I warn, ominously as my husband’s eyes travel to the prisoners. He moved towards them, each step echoing within the halls of the prison.

“I believe I have made a grave mistake in placing my trust in you.” K’ukulkan spoke, his voice becoming enraged by the second. Shuri narrowed her eyes while beside her, her friend shifted uncomfortably.

“We have done nothing -”

My husband snapped as the blood rushed to his face. “Oh, but you have. I hear that another one of your people is breaching the passage to my kingdom. I had truly thought we were coming to an understanding solely in the interest of our people but I have come to realize that all this had been fiction. You were simply feeding me lies and conspiracies to keep me from knowing your true intentions - to poison my kingdom.” K’ukulkan hissed in mock approbation.

“You are clearly mistaken,” a voice echoed through the halls. We all turn to face a woman in a chartreuse green armour holding ring blades. She looked between us and her face a mask of agony and anger. “We have not come to in the purpose of harming your kingdom. I can understand how you must be feeling. Wakanda was once the seat of complete power. Our supremacy was unchallenged. And now the King has died. As has the Queen Mother. ”

“And I’ve come here,” she continued, “for the sole purpose of taking the only heir to the throne back to Wakanda. With or without a fight, I will leave this kingdom with her.”

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I quickly kicked the blade ring out of her hand and the Wakandan reached to coil her fingers around my throat and I lashed out instinctively with a sudden, hard punch to her face that made her rock backwards and let go of me. She winced in pain but charged towards me.

Though, before she could hit me, I aimed my fist for her again. This time she dodged my hit, grabbed my wrist, and threw me over her shoulder. I managed to turn the fall into a roll to escape her reach as my heart pounded in my ears. The pounding seemed to be almost enough to drown out Shuri’s shouts and my son’s cries as I blinked multiple times to clear my blurred vision.

Suddenly, she runs at me and in a quick and puzzling moment, got a hold of my leg to twist it, but before she could, I used my other leg to kick her down. As I did so, I grabbed her left ankle and yank her down to the ground. She landed hard and yelped in pain. Before she had a chance to stand, I grab her by the throat and slam her head against the ground.

The Wakandan’s eyes widen as she attempts to free herself but I ensured that she never got that chance.

“You should have thought twice before deciding to intrude my home.” I hiss as she began to choke for air and tears stream down her face. Something told me to look to my husband and when I did, I saw him with our son in his arms and an expression of pure shock crossed his features with a twinkle of admiration hidden behind his eyes. I loosen my grip around my enemy’s neck as she began to gasp for air and cough harshly. I look between her and Shuri and made a point in addressing them both.

“It’s come to my attention that you do not know who I am. I am (Y/N). Queen and High Priestess of the Talokanil and the Second-in-Command of the army of Talocan.”

This time, I turn my attention to the intruder as she rises to her feet, still gasping for air. “Your kingdom may be crumbling but I refuse to let you destroy mine.”

[amphitritesmuse]

Hi! I’m the anon that sent you the Wonder Woman reader ? Post just today. Them being friends would so cool! And dangerous if their goals ever aligned😆 no one would be able to stop them lol. Could you do one after the battle with Wakanda? I’m curious how they would become friends after all that. It would be nice if Namor had a friend since they both don’t age the same way as others do.

Hi again, nonnie! So you’re asking for a Wonder Woman!Reader x Namor after the battle of Wakanda and Talocan? If I understood that correctly, yes, I’ll be happy to write it! Thank you for requesting♥️

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Heyo! Good luck with your exams! I’m new but the idea of Namor seeing a Wonder Woman reader was awesome! He might want to find out more about her and find a myth of her home. If he thought the queen of wakanda was snappy wait until he meets the queen of the amazons🤣 Or he might find it interesting that it is an island full of woman and the reader is literally half god.

Hi! Thank you, nonnie! I’m really enjoying the ideas and short storylines you guys are sending me about Namor and the reader. It’s fun to read! I think your POV is interesting🧐 and also, let’s keep in mind that he won’t be able to lie to Wonder Woman or the Amazons because of the lasso which he possibly would want for himself. Lol! I see Wonder Woman!Reader and Namor to be friends and always challenge each other on who’s the strongest but I don’t see them as lovers, to be honest.

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Are you going to do a part 2 of Namor Taking Queen Ramonda youngest daughter? It was a really good read😆 Poor girl is going to be scared when she wakes up.

Lmao! Hey nonnie, yes I am! I like to write out the requests in order of when they were asked so that I don’t forget anyone’s or skip them either. Sorry, it’s taking so long though, I’m usually pretty fast but been busy studying and my last exam is tomorrow but after that….

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Just found your blog and I love it! Your Namor content is awesome! I like the story where Namor takes Shuris younger sister. It’s also smart, Shuri is old enough to rule Wakanda if their mother passes and having her younger sister is a good way to control her if she ever wants to lash out. The youngest would probably be stubborn but ultimately easy to manipulate (if you consider how long Namor has been around).

Hi nonnie! Thank you for your kind words! I thought I didn’t do a good job at it cause I wanted to write more. Honestly, I do see Namor as being a tiny bit possessive and a manipulator in order to get his way seeing as he’s a god and all. But yes, your point of view is pretty interesting, I like it 😊😜

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“How is this possible?” Namor exclaimed, watching you fight off his most powerful soldiers as if they were mere flies. 

Little did he know, he was in the presence of another deity - the Demigoddess of the Amazons of Themyscira. 

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Topic of conversation...

Do you guys think I should write a series of a love story with Namor and reader which kind of resembles the tale of Poseidon and his wife?