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Interview that deserves way more shine! Just started watching but the Interviewer talks chemistry right off the bat and Tenoch calls Letitia IRL royalty...
They come from two different communities of immigrants, who both had to relocate in New York after war reached their homelands. Every day their people struggle to mantain control on the district they have been forced to share since the first migrations, starting to feel more and more oppressed, and mostly at odds with each other, as the city keeps closing on them and letting them feel unwelcomed in what now has been their home for generations.
He is the Feathered Serpent, leader and protector of the Talokanil, focused and ruthless in assuring his people's welfare, and so rarely seen by anyone outside of his own territory, to be almost considered a myth among the streets.
She is one of the children of the Black Panther, head of the Wakandans, her family so important for their own community to be considered nearly royalty, that’s why she is often called by the masses as 'The Princess'. She rarely ventures outside Wakanda's domain, but she is talked to be as brilliant as she is beautiful.
Their conflict has reached a sour point, but a fortunate meeting in a nightclub on neutral territory they both happen to be at the same time might change their lives forever, and consequently, the lives of the very own people they have swore to protect.
Summary: Namor and Shuri celebrate the anniversary of their marriage, which unknownst to anyone else, is a sham the two concocted to unite their kingdoms permanently. Love was something beyond people like them... wasn't it?
She bolted up right in her bed and huffed for breath as she regained consciousness. Shuri looked at the empty space where her husband usually attempted to occupy. He would humor her and share her chambers when he visited Wakanda for sake of appearances but she knew his heart was in Talocan with his children. He was most likely at the shorefront. His feet in the water, where the rest of his soul was.
She wished she had the kind of love left in her. She sat upright in her bed and hugged her knees. At the thought of love, the dream that had consumed her resurfaced.
In truth it wasn't a dream; it was a memory.
"Agh! Shuri! That was a gift from Baba! how could you tear it apart!" A young T'Challa demanded as he chased his little sister through the palace. She ran as fast as her little legs would take her, but he was hot on her heels. In her defense, she hadn't meant to destroy T'Challa's vibranium sword, she just wanted to see how it worked.
In a fit of rage he threw the only thing he had on hand, the broken helm of the sword, and true to form, the young prince didn't miss. He hit his sister square on the back of head and the fright of the impact, more than the impact itself, caused her to stumble and she tripped. Her loud wails sobered T'Challa's rage and soon their parents emerged.
Ramonda wasted no time scooping her little one up in her arms and berated T'Challa as she nursed the growing bump on her baby's head with soft strokes. T'Chakka allowed his wife to finish her lecture and then calmly demanded his son explain himself.
The young prince stumbled through his rationale, still far from the eloquent king he would one day become.
"So this was the appropriate punishment in your opinion, the right retribution for her crime."
"I- she shouldn't have just torn it apart without asking!! It meant so much to me-
"A blow to the back of the head, for breaking your cherished weapon." He reiterated as he picked up the broken helm and inspected it. "...Very well, I accept."
He demanded a baton from one of his Dora. "As is the way of our people, a parent must pay for the crime of their little child, ten fold." He reminded as he placed the baton in his hands. "Ten blows, with the same might you struck your sister with."
"Father, I-
"Is this the sort of wishy-washy King you will be?! will there be no order, no law in Wakanda when I pass you the throne!"
"No but-
"Will the people of our nation see no justice because their king will be too squeamish to dole it out! Will the next Black Panther be an ornament of righteousness instead of a bringer of it?!
"No!"
"Because if so tell me now and I will bequeath my throne to your sister now before I let a coward rule our nation!"
"T'Chaka!" Ramonda protested but it fell to death ears.
The young prince swallowed his words of protest, gripped the baton, and shook his head.
"Good." He announced and with quiet dignity that only a king could have he knelt and right before he bowed his head he demanded. "This is an order from your king, do not hold back even one ounce of your strength!"
The young prince looked at the man he loved more than anything, and trying to steel himself, he gave him a shaky nod. He steadied his quivering hands and dwelt his father a hard strike.
"Again!"
And so he did.
"Again!"
He continued as the ten blows seemed to go on for eternity. "Again!" T'Challa felt every blow as if it was his own head being stricken. Tears poured down his face but true to form the little prince dealt merciless blow after merciless blow, as his king had ordered.
In their hearts they all knew the strikes of a child did nothing to the mighty Black Panther but even his elite guard, his dora, flinched not for their king, but for sympathy for their little prince's broken heart.
"Wipe those tears," T'Chakka softly demanded when it was all over. "It was you who chose the punishment." He reminded as he stood. "What pain do you think a father feels when their child is stuck, hm? Ten times, twenty?" T'Challa didn't respond as his father took the baton from his hands. "A hundred." He finally finished. "Every pain you two live, aches a hundred times in me. And when you hurt each other it multiples a thousand fold." His eyes landed on Shuri who was weeping in Ramonda's arms, guilt eating her alive as it had been her fault all this happened.
His wife held resigned anger in her eyes as she soothed her youngest. He was too young for this lesson, her gaze reclaimed. T’Chaka did not waver.
"Wakanda's children will be your children, and at times they will commit injustices against each other, and you will be tasked with bringing forth retribution or they will take it themselves. You must not be so permissible that your subjects feel their king will leave them unprotected like sheeps with no shepherd but you cannot be so ruthless that you will strike your own children with no remorse for every little mistake they make. Feel their pain a hundred fold, and when they hurt each other a thousand, that is the mark of a great ruler."
T'Challa held his head high desperately trying to hold his composure, and crossed his arms over his chest saluting his father, "Yes, my King."
T'Chakka placed a gentle hand against the nape of his son's neck and pressed his forehead against his. "And you will be…" T'Challa broke at his praise and tears poured down his cheeks again. " You will be a great king, one of the greatest Wakanda will ever have."
Shuri awakened from her memory at the sound of her husband reentering her- their chambers. He lifted a brow, his wife wasn't one for waiting up for him to return, many a night he'd enter the room with her snoring so loudly he was sure his people could hear it in the depths of the sea.
"What time is it?" She asked, remembering her husband wasn't in Wakanda for R and R.
"Your sun will rise soon." He replied, "steel yourself, your handmaidens will be here soon to beautify the queen of the great feathered serpent."
"You mean further beautify their glorious protector, the Black Panther."
"Are those two things different, my little bride?"
She tossed a pillow at him, "oh save it for the elders, beloved." He dodged it easily and chuckled lightly as she flipped him off. She wore a small quiet smile. This was her favorite version of Namor, her friend, who was willing to find humor and joy in the absurdity and cruelty of their lives as two people surviving unbearable burdens and unbearable grief for the sake of those counting on them.
"Ugh someone should come beautify you, old man."
He scoffed. "I am beauty itself, Shuri."
She rolled her eyes so hard she was sure it was audible. "Half a millennia of being worshiped has warped your brain, that or the undersea pressure."
"You're oddly energetic at this hour." He sat on the bed and beckoned her closer, she complied and placed her head on his lap.
"Panthers are nocturnal."she muttered softly.
He stroked her hair gently."Your time is over, the sun is here."
"It's always night for me now." She whispered solemnly. He said nothing merely continued his ministering.
This had become a ritual of theirs, he knew no other way to comfort her, oddly enough, it started on their wedding night. The closest thing to intimacy that either of them would ever consider.
To Shuri this was more than intimacy.
I've broken you before, but now I'm letting you be the one to piece me back together.
She had been strong, so very strong in front of her people that day. She smiled through the whole ceremony and acted as if the tears pouring down her cheeks were of joy as M'Baku, not Baba, not T'Challa, not Mama walked her down the aisle.
"To the people of Wakanda a political marriage would be repugnant," she explained. "Love and family is everything to us, to use marriage to broker power and alliances would bring shame upon us and it would do the very opposite of uniting our people."
“So you are rejecting my proposal?” He paused from finishing his current mural, he set the brush down on his conch shell palette and set it down on the table.
She shook her head looking up at him seated at the table where he kept his supplies. “I am saying you will have to play the role of the smitten husband and I your smitten wife, my people must believe I love you and that you love me in turn.”
“The first part will be easy, how could you not fall in love with me.” He joked, then a sad smile graced his lips. “The second however, I am incapable of that kind of love anymore…that sort of folly is for children.” he knelt and took her hand. “But I would not have suggested this if I did not believe that you are the only being in the last 500 years that I would ever consider my equal, and worthy of being the mother of my children, and a queen who would be noble to my people.”
“I am your better.” She reminded.
He laughed. “One battle is hardly eternal victory, little one.”
She smirked and raised a brow. “You will have to yield to me often, are you sure you understand what you are getting yourself into?”
“I will outlive you and your descendants, Shuri, and with your lives the peace we’ve brokered might dissolve. Your nephew and his descedants might not have the same good will towards my people, to me. Eternal war is not something I want for Talocan. Our heirs, our bloodline would create an everlasting union, an everlasting peace for our people."
Everlasting peace, those words alone steeled her resolve. “... I accept, but we follow the customs of my people, you will court me for a year, then we are to be wed and you must not fail me in this, King of Talocan, you must act as best as you can that I am your moon and stars.”
“Only if it means I get to see you act, rightfully so, as if I am your sun.”
She rolls her eyes but lets her gaze fall on him tenderly. “My heart belongs to Wakanda…" She lied.
I buried my heart with her.
"…but I swear to you my strength and might as the Black Panther will belong to both Wakanda and you."
He reaches for the smaller rings on his hand, “I was told this sort of arrangement requires an exchange of jewelry for the people of the surface.”
She shakes her head. “No need.” rolling up her sleeve and revealing his mother’s bracelet to him. “Your heart has been mine since we met, my love.” They both let how odd the phrase sounds out loud carry to their ears before they laugh, Shuri letting out a particularly unlady-like chortle while he merely let out a quiet chuckle.
“That is going to take some time to get used to.” He admitted, his sights now on the delicate bracelet, his hopes and wants for an alliance taken form on the wrist of this small but unbreakable woman. He takes her hand in his and gently strokes the jade ornaments with the other.
“We’ve got a year.” She reminded teasingly but there was a softness underneath, he didn't miss. He cupped her face, his right hand still holding the one the bracelet was clad with and pressed his forehead against hers as he'd often do with his children.
"I vow my loyalty to you and our heirs forever."
She turned her wrist to show him the enclosing knot on the bracelet. "If…" she didn't know why she was hesitating. "If you'd like it back I'd understand it is very precious, one of your rings will do fine."
He shakes his head. "Collecting dust in my quarters does my mother's memory no justice. Being worn by the most powerful woman on the surface and future queen of Talocan… that does her justice."
He stood and offered her his hand to rise from the seat she was in and follow him into what would one day be their quarters.
"Besides it is proof…"
she raised a brow as she took his hand. "Proof of what?"
He kissed her hand tenderly. "That my heart has been yours since we met."
She was stunned for a moment at how sincere he sounded and then let out a scoff at the playful glint in his eyes.
She took back her hand and let out a smirk. "Oh you're good."
He laughed again, still that quiet chuckle but the wrinkles in his eyes crinkled gleefully. She liked the look of it… she could learn to be happy hearing that laugh and seeing that smile.
A year passed quickly and of course she was met with opposition but borrowing her mother's strength she kept her composure.
“Your mother’s murderer!”
“My sister, Nakia, love of my brother’s life, slayed two of his children, civilians not soldiers in cold blood.” She reiterated. “One of them died in his arms after agonizing in a cold wet cave with a wound in her abdomen, she begged him to save her…and like me he was helpless to do nothing but watch as someone he loved died.”
“So now, less than a year, and you claim to love him, so this has been the purpose of your diplomatic missions to Talocan? To warm his bed?”
M’Baku slammed his staff loudly against the ground. “Take care how you speak to the Black Panther!”
Ignoring their ignorant jab at her honor. “Love is…” She closed her eyes. “He understands my pain, he has lost, as I have lost. The ache in my heart is not gone, my family is with me, but not in this plain, and as the black panther very few can hope to understand the weight on my shoulders- He does. My soul is filled with…”
Emptiness.
she sighed. “It’s like thunder… it’s loud and it shakes me inside, it rattles my bones.” She opened her eyes and stared down the elders. “But when I’m with Namor… it’s quiet, just for a little while, it’s quiet. I will not pretend to understand what you believe love is, but that peace he gives me… that is enough to me.”
The council seemed to lose most of their objections after that day. A year came and went and soon enough she was at the aisle with him. When the priest pronounced them wed she kissed him brazenly as if she had loved him all her life. She tried as much as she could to replicate every kiss she'd seen T'Challa and Nakia exchange, her brother's passion, his love poured into his beloved after she returned from a war dog assignment.
Your love… lend me what it looked like, brother.
Not many things surprised him after more than 500 years on this Earth but he was in awe of her composure; in truth it had become more rare to not be in awe of his queen.
But it was their chamber that had finally broken her.
Standing there hand in hand, as they had yet to detangle their fingers when the guards left them to their privacy of what once had been her parent's chamber.
Their chamber, where her parents had consummated their love, conceiving her brother and her. Where she'd run to when she couldn't sleep waiting for her father to return from a long mission and her mother would place her head on her lap and stroke her hair and tell her tales and legends of their ancestor, of the mighty black panther.
"It shouldn't be me…" she wept as she gazed into the room. She covered her face trying and failing miserably to hold her composure. "It shouldn’t be me.” She fell to her knees. Her beautiful black and purple gown quickly stained with tears.
This should have been T’Challa and Nakia’s chamber, where they’d delight in the joy of their real, beautiful love. Where they’d bring their wonderful son into the world…
Emptiness. Rain. Thunder.
Thunder loud enough to deafen her. Crying out to her, denouncing her… telling her that’s what should have been.
… but instead it was her and…she looked up to see Namor, who was giving her neither a look of pity or compassion. A loveless marriage between the boy without love and the girl who had lost hers.
He sat beside her, saying no words…
Quiet. Peace.
She flung herself into his lap and wept for what seemed like eternity. He made no motion to push her off or hold her close. He simply let her be.
Her sobs eventually turned quiet and words finally came to her." ...This room was filled with more love than any place in my life, even more than my lab… it was filled with my parents' love, my mother's… and it should have been my brother and his bride's room… but instead it's empty, there's no love in it anymore… it shouldn't be me…"
He carefully removed her headdress and gently stroked her braided hair. “But it is you… and it is I. We are what remains." His voice was low, a whisper she could have ignored. He lifted her form with ease. "Come this is no place for the Queen of Talocan to lie." She didn't protest.
He laid her on the bed and sat beside her. He placed her head back in his lap. "... we may have no love for each other but I know you love Wakanda as much as I love Talocan. That is what fills this room now. We are here for them."
"I don't think I love anything anymore." She confessed. "So many times I think, I failed to recreate the heart shaped herb and that instead made a poison and killed the person I used to be. I feel nothing anymore… I'm crying not because I'm sad but because I feel nothing. It should have been T'Challa but it hurts that it doesn't hurt. She turned to face him and placed a hand on his face. "I don't love you but I don't hate you…" she stroked his face gently. "Why don't I hate you? Why do I feel like I'm dead when I'm alive."
"because you are healing." He calmly explained. "When I buried my mother, it ached and I scorched the earth that scorned her people. When I buried my wife, I buried the fire in me and let it eat me alive for the sake of our children, but it was when I buried my last son… I had no fire left in me… I thought to myself I have buried the last person who will see me as mortal, as a man. The mortal in me died with them, all that remained was the great feathered serpent." He explained. "There was a chasm in my soul, I held my grandchildren and their children in my arms but… I felt no heartbeat in me but time passed and the numbness with it. I was shedding my skin, as serpents often do. I shed my past self, yes a part of me was buried in the surface with them but another part lived for the love that existed in them; that now exists in their descendants, I'll see my wife's smile in Talocan's children… I'll see my daughter's beauty in her descendants, my sons' might in theirs."
Shuri stayed silent… she wanted to ask a million questions but all that escaped her lips was, "Panther's don't shed their skin." She muttered into his cloak.
"You were not a panther when we met, little one." He reminded. "The herb changed my people and the same transmutation that healed them, made them feel as if they'd died but they survived and thrived. The surface can never be our home again, they did die in a way but their children, my children…those who remained have known only peace and joys. Their happiness… It restarted my heart."
She gripped at his cloak as his words wormed hope into her.
"It will be painful, so your heart will numb the pain while the transmutation finalizes, it put my mother and her people in death-like sleep, that is the numbness. But you will awaken, you will live again." He comforted.
"When… in 500 years?" She muttered almost childishly.
He smirked and stroked her hair. "200 at most." Despite herself, she smiled, and though her face was hidden into his ceremonial cloak, she felt somehow he knew. "... sooner than you think." he finally responded sincerely. "You've felt it. When you look at your brother's son… you feel your heartbeat again, even just for a moment, don't you?"
She didn't answer but nodded. "The great black panther, you're only just now being born." He whispered in her ear.
"Your Majesty." GRIOT announced. "Your handmaidens are on their way."
Shuri shot up from her husband's lap. The memory dissolved with the silence GRIOT broke. "Ah, what is their ETA?
"Ten minutes."
"Agh where did I-" She jumped out the bed and searched through the wardrobe. "I put them-
"I put your things in that compartment." He pointed. "You’re always leave your mess al–
"My mess? Those are my notes and schematics for my new designs for the water masks!"
"Our current masks work just fine."
"How many times do I have to tell you, just because something works does not mean it cannot be improved." She scoffed. "Found them!” Her excited smile suddenly turned shy and she turned away from him. She held a little tissue paper wrapped package against her chest. “We won’t see each other until evening and it’s annoying that I can’t reach you when we come to Wakanda, shells don’t really work here like they do there-
“Until my little bride finds a way to improve them-
“Don’t tempt me with a good time.” She turned to face him with a devious smile but then lowered her eyes to the package in her hands. “But… what I mean- It’s or that is-
“Get on with it, what did you break?”
“What no! My gosh, one time I accidentally mishandle a water grenade in the lab-
“That laboratory was unusable for 3 lunar cycles.” He reminded.
“Ugh here!” She tossed the package and he caught it with ease, raising a brow as he inspected it. “It’s a gift, don’t act like you’ve never seen one.”
“Not from you.” He admitted, he opened the small package and found a gold plated vibranium bracelet, its beads rectangular with a glowing turquoise pattern designed all through it.”What brought this on?”
“It’s kimoyo beads, well really jade beads, but they function just like them.” She grabbed his hand and motioned him to press one of the beads. He did and its pattern glow brightly. “Go on, you’ve seen me use mine a thousand times."
"Call my wife." He complied.
The kimoyo beads on her wrist began to glow. She smiled widely. "Hello, beloved." And a hologram of each other appeared above their wrists.
"You are connected to everyone and GRIOT as well."
"Everyone?"
"Attuma and Namora have rings that function similarly."
"I suppose while on the surface, it has its uses." He announced. She wrapped her hands around the bracelet.
"It's made from vibranium from my mother's kimoyo beads… I thought…" she paused to stroke the stones gently. "It would honor her memory more with you than gathering dust in my lab."
"Shuri…" He brought her chin up to look at him. "You did not have to use something so precious–
She shook her head and gave him a small but genuine smile. "It's only fair," she lifted her wrist to display his mother's bracelet. "Now we both carry the love of those whom we've lost."
He pressed their foreheads together. "They're not lost, Shuri." He placed his hand wearing the beads against her heart and took her hand clad with her bracelet against his chest. "They're right here."
She nodded but couldn't muster any words but "Happy Anniversary." She declared. "Now, you can't go missing for hours up here."
He rolled his eyes, went missing, what a dramatic woman he'd married. "I will do as I please."
"Yes, but now I'll know where you're doing it."
"Be careful, what is the saying you land dwellers use? Curiosity killed the cat?"
"But satisfaction brought it back." She reminded.
"And are you satisfied, my little bride?" He teased.
"Oh yes completely, my love." She mocked. "No one satisfies me like you." She joked. "And what about you? You do like your gift, don't you?"
His tone lost its playfulness and sincerity poured through, "I am honored to carry her memory for you."
She smiled and before they could break apart, his attendants and hers entered.
"Your highness, forgive us! the doors were unlocked, we assumed..." One of her attendants flushed as they seemed to misinterpret their proximity as being in the middle of an act of romantic affection.
Namor and Shuri had a bit of a competition going to see who could be more convincing than the other at playing the smitten spouse. Namor, as usual, was winning. He placed his hands on her hips and lightly pressed his lips against her neck.
Shuri wanted to leap out of her skin from the shock. Damn him for being so brazen!
"You are not forgiven." He berated trailing more kisses in between words until he had reached her shoulder. "My wife has just given me my anniversary gift, leave us so I can show her my deep appreciation."
Attuma suppressed an amused smirk as he just knew that his partner had most probably the most unamused expression imaginable. He snuck a glance to confirm his suspicions; and true to form Namora looked quite bored by her king's antics.
"Shall we tell the elder of the River tribe, you will not be meeting with him this morning, Great Serpent?" Her respectful tone laced with annoyance.
"Namor, you can't miss that, the ceremony is at the river bank." Shuri reminded, halting his lips from touching her own by putting her hand up as a buffer.
"I can do whatever I want… with whomever I want." He corrected moving her hand giving her a quick kiss on the lips. "See?"
She wanted to call him an idiot and tell him to stop playing games but she followed his lead and instead said,"For me, beloved?" She pressed their foreheads together. "Please."
Spoiled child. He begrudged. He relented and released her. "I want to see my wife adorned properly for the ceremony this evening. The Great Feathered Serpent's bride must make the moon and stars look dull compared to her."
"Yes, your majesty." Her attendants saluted.
"I'll see you tonight, my panther. I look forward to giving you my gift this evening, after the ceremony." He teased as he and his entourage exited.
She wanted to throw the dresser at him, her cheeks burning red. Little displays of affection, old man!! She swore he loved embarrassing her like this just to watch her scramble to keep her composure.
"Ah sorry about that, the Talocanin are very passionate people, it's customary that they be a bit eager regarding how they express… affection."
"No, your Majesty, it is only normal. I'm sure your husband is eager for an heir." One of the younger attendants replied.
"We all await the footsteps of your little ones livening up the palace." Another added.
Shuri let out a forced smile. "Ah yes, well we'll leave it all in fate's hands.
"Wakanda will rejoice at having a queen mother once more."
Shuri said nothing. The title queen mother was not one she was eager for. When first wed or crowned a Wakandan queen would be referred to by only the title Queen but upon bringing her first child into the world, she would be not only the child's mother but considered a mother of all the Wakanda people, thus the title Queen Mother.
Namor was in no rush either. "The sooner my child is here, the sooner I will bury them…"
She realized that day that this marriage and fathering children with her was a sacrifice for him as well. After losing his first wife and children to the unhalting march of time, a pain beyond measure, he took no other bride and fathered no more children for half a millennia. By having these children with her he was willingly tearing his heart open just to have the grains of sands of time coarsely cut it like a thousand blades.
"The agony of burying your child, it is unlike any I have ever lived."
"Then, why propose this at all?" She asked.
"I would die for Talocan. Do you think I would hesitate to do anything for them? If my suffering means their joy, I will suffer for Talocan without question."
She remembered her dream from the past. The difficulty of not just raising a child but raising a King that her parent's dealt with. Her father's tough lessons and her mother's wise council, they raised the greatest King Wakanda has ever had.
She touched her fruitless abdomen. What kind of heir would two broken people like her and Namor bring into the world? Would their child burn the world that had slighted and taken so much from their parents?
T'Chaka and Namor were not dissimilar in their honor bound legacies, ready to make harsh, cruel decisions for the sake of their people but she was nothing like mother…
Would T'Challa have been a ruthless ruler if it hadn't been for his mother's kind and gentle love?
The sort of love she was now incapable of…what if she gave birth to a N'Jadaka instead of a T'Challa?
She shuddered at the thought as she and her handmaidens exited the chambers.
Can you please write an AU where Shuri and Namor are in uni and shuri has protective bros T'Challa, cousin bro N'Jadaka and another bro M'Baku (a family friend kinda). All three love Shuri and are very protective of her. And Namor loves her, she loves him but her bros hate him. And all this angsty enemies to loves and sneaking off, something along those lines. Thank you 😄
Anon my love I am sadly struggling with my existing WIPs + busy life + some misc health problems that make it hard for me to look at screens atm so this is not a guarantee 😭
However I can offer u this very funny fanart which summarizes your premise nicely:
If I can contribute anything to this ship, i want it to be this. In case you dont feel like pausinf to read the images, i have them in the read more below
Thinking about how the place that Shuri went to mourn is by the sea, where the man who forced womanhood upon her came from.
She is forever bonded to the waters that took her mother's last breath.
Shuri could have gone anywhere. The desert, where Namor wouldn't dare reach her, or in the mountains of Wakanda, with the comfort and protection of her remaining friends.
But she chose to mourn by the sea, because she is both from land and water now. The protector of two worlds.
And what about the god king who never hesitated to take mortal lives for his people? Does he see her, so close to his waters?
Namor has no love for the land, but stands ready to join the land dwelling Black Panther once trouble arrives on her doorstep.
He understands that he must heed Shuri's call, to begin giving back what he has taken.
As much as they have stolen from each other, they both know that they need the other.
Shuri preparing to fight Namor: I will wear a vibranium Black Panther suit that I designed myself to absorb and redistribute kinetic energy. It will be distinct and cover my entire body. I will have a sensible helmet that covers my entire head, and razor sharp claws. I will genetically reproduce the Heart Shaped Herb so I will be stronger and more durable. He is powerful and I must be prepared for this confrontation.
Namor preparing to fight Shuri: Suns out, tits out.
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