My headcanon for Namor in modern×normal au's, is he'd have a pet chihuahua, xolo, or frogs. First two are beloved dog breeds raised by his people. And frogs in Aztec mythology are symbols/musicians for Chac the God of lighting, rain, and fertility.
*but either Attuma or Namor having a pet chinchilla is hilarious. Originally got as a way to appeal to girls bc who wouldn't want to pet a chinchilla? But they loved the little fur gremlin. They imagine if he talked, he'd sound like a annoyed Latino news anchor that smokes too much.
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Long time no see! This submission is all the way from Jan. 2023 darn, that's how long I've been away! That said, I acknowledge this headcanon.
Chinchillas and chihuahuas are one of the reasons why Namor keeps going to the surface world! He's still figuring out how to transport the animals and provide habitation for them in his cave, but at the same time, he's unlikely to pull through with getting lots of them under the sea. Such creatures don't need to be pulled from their natural habitat. He's only ever kept a few in his lifetime.
Pair: Dean x Reader
Warnings: Angst, Fluff
Summary: Dean doesn’t feel good about himself or his life, but the reader is there to help him.
A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for literally forever.
Dean stared at the blood as the water rinsed it down the drain, before looking up at himself in the mirror. He hated this part about his life. He hated his dad for bringing him and Sam into such an awful life style, but he knew it had to be done. He didn’t know what he would do if he didn’t hunt. Dean would never, ever, be normal.
Sighing, he rubbed the wash cloth over his face, cleaning the last remnants of blood from his face and hair.
“Ready?” Sam asked, peeking in as he gently knocked on the door.
“Yeah,” Dean sighed, looking in the mirror one last time before shutting off the light and leaving the motel.
This, This was one thing that Dean loved about his job. Your excitement was contagious, as you bound through the hallway and right into Dean’s arms. A small grunt of satisfaction escaped his lips as you snuggled your head into his neck.
“I missed you” you whispered, smiling softly as he locked his arms around you.
“I missed you too, sweet heart.” Dean suddenly felt whole again. All of his worries and stress from the hunt had just left his body the second you had locked your arms around him.
You were everything to Dean. You two had been together for almost three years, and it was the best time of his life. You weren’t a hunter. You were a normal person that he had met on a case at a retirement in home in Texas and you guys just ended up really hitting it off. You often helped them with research but that was about all you did. You had no interest in tagging along with the boys or killing things that went bump in the night, and that absolutely thrilled Dean. You had an actual job, in marketing. It was a mostly at home job, but from time to time you had to get out and go meet with customers and inform them about why your company was the best; it made Dean absolutely ecstatic. He never wanted you to go with him in the first place, he knew he would worry about your well being the whole time, so this was really for the best of both worlds. Dean did what he was born to do, you got to work without leaving the bunker so you were always in reach of Sam and Dean.
Dean found himself staring in front of the mirror once again, the stress of the world slowly but surely seeping back into the pores of his skin. Spreading the shaving cream on his face he slowly began to shave, trying to focus on that more than the dreadful feeling in his stomach, but of course nothing ever goes as planned. Groaning, Dean watched as blood trickled out of the tiny wound on his cheek.
“Baby?” you whispered, gently stepping around Dean, watching everything. “You okay?” you voice was soft as you grabbed a piece of toilet tissue, and lightly pressed it against the small cut. Dean stared at you, his face was hard but his eyes were pleading.
Taking the razor from his hand, you rinsed it off before rolling your eyes and tossing it in the trash.
“I thought I told you to buy razors on your last supply run?” your voice was light as you teased him, grabbing your razor from the shower. You rinsed it before shaving Dean. His eyes closed, letting you shave him in soft, gentle strokes; you were always so careful with him, whether you were patching him up, shaving him, or nurturing him, it didn’t matter.
“Why are you so gentle with me?” his voice startled you, making you almost drop the wash cloth as you wiped off the unshaved cream off of his face.
With a smile, you set the cloth down, wrapping your arms around his neck, “you’re breakable too, Dean,” and with that his hands came under your thighs as he picked you up and took you to the room you two shared.
This wasn’t a sexy night. This wasn’t a night where Dean needed to forget, where he’d spend hours with his head buried between your thighs, relishing is your sweet taste.
This was a remorseful night. This was a night where Dean needed to remember everything from his mother’s Dean to the last hunt they just finished. This was a night where Dean spent his time in your arms, his head nuzzled on your chest just under your head; this was a night where Dean needed to be reassured.
Dean had never been normal, not once. He didn’t get a normal childhood, he didn’t get normal school years. Normalcy was not something Dean Winchester had ever known, but with your fingers gently massaging his scalp as they carded through his hair, with your arm holding him to your chest like he was going to sink if you let go of him, he felt.. at peace, almost normal, even.
When Dean finally came back to reality, a small smile crept upon his face when he heard your voice. When he got like this, you liked to hold him and tell him your favorite stories. Sometimes, you’d recite your favorite children’s book, Peter Pan, and sometimes you’d tell him fun stories from your childhood, and most times you’d tell him your happiest stories that he’d heard a million times, but they were his favorite because he was always in them. Knowing that your happiest moments happened after you had met him made him feel like a child on Christmas morning. A normal child on Christmas morning.
“..you held me in your arms, even in the blistering heat, as we watched the meteor shower. You’d never seen one, you didn’t even know they were real,” you giggled, making Dean’s smile widen, “and neither of us moved a muscle, because the heat from the impala had seeped into the blanket and if we moved the blanket would burn us, at eleven thirty at night, it was still so fucking hot in Arizona, the meteor shower was beautiful but I made you promise to never let me say we should vacation in Arizona again,” Dean smiled widely, looking up at you as he finished your story.
“The blanket was so damn hot, that we had to literally roll off of the car because it was the quickest way to get off, but it didn’t go as planned and we toppled off and you hit your head on the side mirror and got a concussion.” You reached up, kissing him sweetly.
“Best concussion I ever had,” you winked.
“It was the only concussion you’ve ever had,” he rolled his eyes, leaning down he kissed you again. This time long and sweet and gentle.
“Welcome back, baby,”
“I love you, baby girl.”
Tagging: @kaylynnw428 @unknown-chronicles @akshi8278 @partytillthenightsout
In Normal au, it'd be hilarious if Erik, Attuma and Namor were roommates/friends.
Because I 100% just imagine Erik and Attuma doing this when Namor finally brings home the girl he's been "courting like a gentleman"/he thinks is the love of his life for montys.
Namor is torn between embarrassed, laughing and wanting to kill his friends. Shuri thankfully thinks its hilarious. So they got dressed and opened the door.
Erik stops dancing when he sees Shuri
"SHURI!"
"N'Jadaka!" Shuri looks like she's seen a ghost, Namor completely misreads what is happening.
"How does she know your birth name?" Namor pinning Erik to the wall. Not realizing, Erik can't explain with a tight hand on his windpipe. Attuma grabs Namor trying to keep him from breaking Eriks neck. (Erik guards his birth name to avoid dealing with his dad's family. So Namor only knows it because he's been friends with him for seven years. So Namor assumes they had to be close lovers.)
"Namor let him go, we're blood cousins he's turning Blue!"
Namor let's go.
"Oh....sorry."
"I'm just surprised you're cradlerobbing Namor. Thought you'd have taste for older ladies or at least your age."
"What are you talking about? She's in a masters program." (Namors in his early 30s, and assumed Shuri was like 27-29)
"A program she's been in since she was 17. She's not even 22 yet."
*Namor flustered and looks like a soul left his body. Because this means Shuri's rhe same age as his baby cousin Namora. He's overthinking so hard , smoke might come out his ears. But looking at Shuri , he still had deep feelings. But holy hell he feels like a creepy old guy hitting on a college freshman.
Attuma is just quietly watching this live soap opera now the fighting stopped.
"Sooo, Shuri hows auntie?"
"N'Jadaka for the love of Bast, shut up."
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OP, Namor doesn't know how to move forward with this scene either 😭
@livstarlight normal au, this is 100% Namor wrecking Buckys shit in a online game. Debated if he recognizes Buckys username or not because he does this to all incels or white boys in the server . Buckys username, White_Wolf🐺🐈⬛.
Bucky wants to be mad, but Namors aim and music vibes are immaculate.
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NashuriGamer!AU :)))))))
Seasoned player of twenty-five years, born to Fen of Talokan, infamous Mayan gamer Ch'ah Toh (username: Namor, formerly known as Kukulkan) gets his flying ass handed to him not by his favorite white boy to torture, White_Wolf, but by a new player known to us as Panther_Princess. She is associated with the Panther e-sports team consisting of the cousins Golden_Jaguar and The_Black_Panther. That being said, we are not thrilled as much as we are shocked that the man with many names finally gets another, less prideful addition to his monickers: Loser.
Attuma, Talokan Talks, e-sports column.
