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idk if i'll be as active on here as i was on twitter, but i'm definitely going to post my Nashuri Week and Attoye Week stuff here if twitter goes down 100%.

Also, I'll still be posting my nashuri stories on Ao3

tuxza

namor haciendo cosas jaj. y el sabe q los frijoles son los chidos

imperiuswrecked

Why fight when they could f-

chottopoco

Pinion

With the fighting done, M'Baku had taken to the role of king quickly enough and was keen to have peace between their nations. Less chance of trouble with colonizers for us both. A fair enough sentiment. With all the plans for a banquet made in the days beforehand, Namor asked a simple question.

Will the Princess be there?

A moment of silence, of a brow furrowed in thought and then considered words.

She will make an appearance.

It was no lie. The banquet was going well when Shuri arrived. A dress of pale ivory white, edged with gold and a detailed intricate pattern stitched on in a soft brown, with a soft tuft of some necklace around her theoat. Her arms appeared from the slits along the sleeves, hands clasped in front of her.

Luminous. That was the only way to describe how she looked.

He wasnt't alone in watching her. Every other eye in the room went to her. There were heads inclined in acknowledgement and murmurs of greeting as Shuri started to go through the room. There were smiles and quiet laughs and Namor found himself yearning for her to look at him like that once more.

His stomach lurched when he realised what was on her neck. That simple beaded necklace with its small tuft of feathers dangling just enough to brush the hollow of her throat.

... It was his feathers gracing her neck.

There was a quick flutter from his ankle wings as he took in her dress once more. Now that she was a little closer, he could see the stitches better. It was a delicate feather shape, patterned on the whole dress. Gold thread shimmered through the soft brown and now it was his own heart lurching as he abruptly noticed the single bare spot of skin: a diamond shape, from the hollow of her throat to the shallow valley between her breasts, with his feathers crowning the top.

It seemed so sudden that she was before him, wearing such a bold statement in a dress. He found himself at a loss for words as he finally looked at her face. She was calm and perfectly poised as her eyes skimmed over him and the barest shred of a smile came to her lip.

"Namor."

His name was cool and polite from her lips; not a trace of the warmth he had heard for others. When he kept her gaze, he saw no trace of the smile there. He understood too well now why M'Baku had spoken so when he asked. Shuri was simply playing nice to keep the peace M'Baku wanted.

If she had a choice, she would not be here tonight.

"Princess Shuri." That was all he dared say to her as he reluctantly dropped his gaze and inclined his head to her.

She gave a brief nod and continued on, satisfied that protocol had been fulfilled. All Namor could do was watch her go.

He knew well enough what he had seen in her eyes: coldness and the ashes of her heart. Perhaps one day, in the future, she would be able to find forgiveness for him. But he knew that she would never forget.

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Inspired by midnightoil's tweet

camleecomics

Namor

nashuri eclipse gods au | 1/1 | 3.9k | 18+ explicit

Gods do not control the celestial bodies—they are bound by them.

It is both a curse and a gift.

Her gift is the blessed power of the sun which rages within her burning heart. The humans have given her many names—Bast, Xihe, Tapati, Hemera, Beiwe—but to the Earth and Sky, she is Shuri: a goddess that shimmers with golden, vibrant splendor. Her hair is twisted into braids that reach from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. When she moves, they twinkle in the light from the countless precious stones that are intertwined into her locks. She is the first breath a baby takes, the joyful chirp of a songbird at dawn, the warmth of spring after a harsh winter. Where she walks, death lurches away as life blooms in each of her footsteps.

But today, she’s sitting—legs folded neatly on a flat rock at the edge of a forest lake. The babble of water tickles her ears as she waits patiently under the warm, noon day sun. Arching her back, she lets the sunlight kiss between the valleys and hills of her bare, humble curves. Nudity is not a concern for the gods—shame is a human concept after all.

Yet it is a shame that for all her raw godly power, the one thing she wants the most is out of her grasp—obscured by the heavens until the right moment.

It is her curse—their curse.

Shuri’s breath quickens as she watches the sunlight that slips through the tree leaves go from generous round orbs into thinning crescents. A sign that the moment she has been waiting for is approaching. In the sky, the moon slowly makes its way into the crossfire of the sun. Two celestial bodies will soon intertwine in a sacred joining as ancient as the Earth. A shiver runs through her—the long awaited eclipse is imminent.

A shimmering mirage tickles the edge of her vision—a familiar figure sits across from her. The form warps and flickers under the waning light, becoming clearer with every passing second. As the Earth dims into eerie darkness, her heart pounds not in fear, but in anticipation. A man begins to emerge from the haze—Luscious hair frames a devastatingly handsome face. Two wing-tipped ears mirror his winged feet. Soft skin pierced with jade, pearls and gold. He is a vision of a god. A god of her equal.

The man’s translucent form wobbles before it solidifies—under the darkness of totality, he glows gently in contrast to her bold radiance. As his dark, alluring eyes meet her gaze, it takes her breath away.

“Husband.”

He grins widely at her—joyful lunacy upon his lips.

“Wife.”

Read the rest on ao3 (18+ only! Mind the tags!)

#nashuri #shuri x namor #namor x shuri #shuri #namor #fanfic #bpwf #midnightoily fics #seaprincess #ladididada maybe one day ill remember i have a tumblr T-T

jaysimstales

Three's Company

She felt like she was imprisoned but dressed in her finest attire. It felt like purgatory. She waited patiently for the King and Queen to extend an invitation to the gallery for tea and conversation.

But all that was left was for a disgruntled Namora to knock on her door. Namora, sweet sweet Namora. She hadn't seen the raven-haired woman for weeks. She had her suspicions about the reason, but this was the longest period Namora had been absent in her life.

The morning had just begun, and already, the atmosphere was awkward for Dorma. She vividly remembered the moment when Namor had scoffed at her resolute decision to depart from Talokan, despite her lack of a predetermined destination. A wave of embarrassment washed over her, making her skin prickle uncomfortably. She just wanted to end it all right then and there. But with what?

Suddenly, a knock jolted her from her thoughts. She opened the door, it was not Namora but another newly hired handmaiden.

"Lady Dorma, my name is Yaxha. Aj Kukulkan and the Queen have arrived; they await your presence in the gallery."

Dorma regards the older woman with a trace of disdain, inquiring, "Where is Namora?"

Yaxha shakes her head. "I wish I knew, Lady Dorma. Please, follow me."

Dorma struggled to maintain her composure, smiling only when appropriate and speaking to alleviate the silence in the room. She was feeling like a stranger in her own home.

The man she once loved was now happily married to another woman, and she was here, trying to fit into a picture that no longer had a place for her. She wished her bladder acted up so she could excuse herself. Just to gather her thoughts. Instead, she straightens her back and puts on her bravest smile, after all, she is LADY DORMA. She would not let this situation define her.

However...

Shuri found herself lost in thought. She knew she was gawking, another habit she picked up from her children. She wondered if this was a common pastime for Namor and Dorma in the past. Just sitting in silence, each lost in their own world.

She thought of faking an exit, and seeing if they would at least talk to one another. Was she the reason for the quietness?

She snuck a glance over at the fiery-haired woman. Shuri began to wonder how big Dorma's bust would go now she was with child?

Will I ever get that busty with this child?

Shuri's impatience began to grow. She needed some stimulation, mental stimulation. Her eyes finally landed on what Namor was painting, how he could paint oblivious to the tension in the room?

"I had forgotten you both were in the room; it was so quiet."

His admission was so sheepish, Shuri had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. He was regretful about how engrossed he was in painting that he felt he was being rude.

Dorma's laughter filled the room, it was pretty light and genuine. "I must admit, this was something I used to enjoy doing. Watching Namor paint, lost in his own world. It's... comforting, in a way." She made an attempt to get up and encountered a little difficulty. Namor assisted her and moved away. "Thank you both for your company. It was...interesting, to say the least. But I must excuse myself now." With a final nod, she left the room.

"Well, that was awkward. Hey, what are you hiding there?"

"This...this was. I had planned to give it to you before...before everything went wrong the first time."

"I wanted to show you this part of the island, to give it to you here. It is not much."

"I'll be the judge of that," she said, as she tried to grab the box.

"It's beautiful," Shuri commented.

"This bracelet is special. It was carved by my mother and me. As her hands became tired and sore, she guided me to complete it. Once finished, she advised me to present it to my first love."

"Oh."

"I believe it would be most appropriate for Bongani to receive it as a rite of passage. It would be fitting for you to pass it on to her. Maybe Atziri could inherit an item from your brother or mother, whichever you prefer. Then, something made by both of us could be passed on to our third child."

"I will keep it safe."

nashuriprideweek

stranversagenda-blog

here’s a lil cute gif to start March right 💗 hope y’all doing okay!

stranversagenda-blog

more nashuri family gifs!! this time baba is being too loud with his snoring and the baby means business! lol

joyfulsuitcaseneckplaid

I saw that some one wanted Letitia in this pic, I wish I could remember who…. Anyway here you go, thank you for the inspiration! I know my hair skills are lacking but it was a fun one hour project.

darkkittyart

A Serpent God worshipping the Sun ❤️‍🔥 (wip)

The adoration Namor has for Shuri 🐍🕊️

laninasinamor

you’re telling me Namor painted this?! On his super important history murals ?! 😱

darkkittyart

“If I could hold you for a minute, Darling, I would do it again” - Francesca by Hozier

To be loved by an artist ☕️🪶

( A pleasant fever dream for all Nashuris everywhere when the new canon mural dropped. Just when I think I understand the depths of Namor’s love, he surprises me. So many levels to his yearning and adoration. My heart be still… )

jaysimstales

"After nearly a month of silence, you choose now to reveal yourself?" Shuri's voice trembled with anger and hurt. "Where is my child Namor?"

"Shuri--"

"Shut up!" Namor's expression dances between anguish and regret. "Answer my question."

"She is with Attuma. She is alive and well."

(A/N: Couldn't help myself with that one.)

"I know I have caused you pain. I can offer no excuses for my actions. I thought what I had done was just, but as the weeks went by--I was wrong. I believed what I thought and ran with it."

Shuri eyes narrow with resentment as she takes in his words. Her fists clenched at her sides. Suddenly she felt the little one become active. "If we were regular civilians, what you did would be considered kidnapping. You took our daughter without my consent, without any consideration for the bond between a mother and her child."

"Again, I understand that I've crossed a line that can never be undone. But please, believe me when I say that I never meant to cause you harm. I only wanted what was best for Bongani."

She looks into Namor's eyes, seeing the pain and regret etched in their depths. Despite her anger and hurt, she knows that somewhere beneath the surface lies the man she once loved—a man who is as lost and broken as she is. She soon felt herself breathing twice as hard, she saw concern etched in the contours of the Sea King's face causing her to sway unsteadily on her feet.