Summary: Patience is something we all have to learn, even Gods. Even Gods who just confessed their love.
K'uk'ulkan was a patient man. Having lived as long as he have, he learned the importance of timing and patience.
He was patiently waiting for you as well.
Despite being a 'surface dweller' he quickly fell in love with you.
He was a patient man.
But he also found himself walking along the banks of your home town, hoping and begging for his God so he could see you.
He went, day after day.
He felt stupid now, stupid for telling you to take your time, stupid for saying he can wait even years for an answer.
He wanted to make you feel comfortable and now he was regretting it.
This anxiety was eating him alive.
It distracted him from his duties as the leader of Talokan.
But he wanted you, he needed you. And he needed an answer to his confession.
As it soon got dark, K'uk'ulkan headed back to his home. He didn't sleep but he did manage to rest a little.
The next morning, he did what he had been doing for the past three days.
He dealt with his duties and soon after swam to the beach. He walked out of the water and to his surprise, there you stood.
He noticed the shell he gave you to call him in your hands, your shaking hands.
"I thought I had to place it in the water to call you." you said as you walked over.
"Could you please just... tell me your decision, I beg of you to put me out of my misery."
You smiled a little, he was a man after all, no matter how much he tried to assure you that he could be patient.
"We are very different. You live in the ocean, lead your people, hide from my people. At first, I thought it would be impossible. How could you ever like me to begin with, especially with your hatred towards my people. You said I can decide whether I should call you Namor like your enemies." you watched as his hand moved into a fist, he looked away from you. "And I so decided to call you a different name, neither K'uk'ulkan nor Namor. I wish to call you Amor." his eyes snapped back up at you. He muttered something in his mother tongue, something you couldn't quite understand.
"I thought you were rejecting me."
"I thought about it. Because of our differences. I fear your people will hate me for I am only a surface dweller. I am no Queen as you claimed I could be." he walked over to you as you finally dropped the shell from your hand, his moved to your waist and pulled you in.
"Say it to me, please."
"I wish for you to court me. I wish to be yours. For now, it will be enough."
"And in the future?"
"I could be delusional. I have wishful thinking, but I can see myself by your side, forever. As a partner, a wife, a Queen. As long as you will have me." he let out a shaky breath. One he didn't even know he was holding.
"I came here, day after day in the hopes of seeing you. For you to accept my confession... I'm overjoyed." he smiled.
What a gorgeous smile he had.
"My Handsome King, I truly don't see how you can find me, out of everyone so interesting."
"You are a rare beauty. You are smart and gentle. Kind yet fierce. I need that in my life."
"So, I remind you of your mother."
"Pardon?"
You laughed at his expression.
"Nothing nothing." you laughed a little as his grip on your tightened.
"Is that some joke between... women?"
"You could say that, yes. A joke. Can I ask my King, to take me on a date?"
"What's a date?" you nearly fell over laughing. He loved to hear your laugh.
"I will dress up nicely and we can meet and talk."
"What's wrong with what you are wearing now? It looks nice enough for me."
"Okay, would you like to go somewhere then?"
"I can't really leave the water."
Problem number 1.
You assumed there will be more along the way, but you were sure you can also deal with them and find solutions.
"Then let's stay here? In case you need to leave, you could go back."
"I will give you this." he reached into the water and you noticed something shimmering in there. He pulled out a necklace made of pearls. "I have been making this since I saw you." he then held the medal in the middle of the pears in his palm. "You just have to whisper to this, and I will come to you, wherever you are." he then placed it around your neck. You touched the delicate jade medal and smiled at him.
"Thank you. I wish I could give you something special as well."
"A kiss would be special enough." he smirked as you smiled.
"Very well." you moved your hand to the back of his neck as he let you pull him in, and you placed a kiss on his lips.
"I will come see you again tomorrow, My Love." he said as he finally let go of you, slowly walking into the sea.
"I hate seeing you leave, but I love watching you go." you said which confused him as he turned to give you a look. "I mean you have a nice... backside."
"So do you." he said and you knew he didn't understand your reference but it was okay.
You will teach him many more things about yourself as you will learn more about him.
You never expected to end up with him, but you were not complaining.
If anything, you were looking forward to tomorrow and the days after.
Not sure if you write for Namor from MCU, but could you write Namor x Y/N Enemies to Lovers where Y/N is a Greek demigod who helps Namor after washing up injured and Namor pays them back by helping them deal with a monster? They’re enemies bc he still distrusts humans. Could Y/N also be a child of Hecate please?
had not seen wakanda forever but this request is so good that i specifically sought it out for you, anon. a+ job
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At this point, the man washing up on the shores of the sea isn’t even the strangest thing you’ve seen all day. Nor is he your chief concern. Normally, the boundary spells up around your city would keep out any intruders, unconscious men who might be soldiers be damned, but the boundary spells haven’t been working well as of late. That’s kind of why you’re here.
You consider him for a while, his unmoving form, the weapons at his sides still softly clinking as the rolling surf pulls them together, then decide that this is so not your problem and leave. Men destroy themselves all the time. This one, although stranger than most, will either be able to sort himself out when he wakes or be far beyond the reach of your help.
This sort of sentiment would strike many as unkind, but to you, it is nothing uncommon. This is survival. It has never been pretty. It works as well as you let it, and one moment of mercy can spell your death in a second. Right now, you’re not just responsible for yourself, but your entire civilization as well.
If you ask most scholars and historical enthusiasts, they’ll tell you that the lost city of Atlantis is a myth. Nothing real, just a bunch of old stories all tied together into one perplexing knot. The world loves disasters. The idea of a highly advanced Ancient Greek society sinking beneath the waves, all that knowledge and power gone forever, is highly corruptive. Some people spend their entire lives hunting down rabbit holes and paper trails to see if they could be the one to track it down, but in the end, no one actually wants to find Atlantis. The allure is in the impossibility.
You suppose that’s why they never managed it. Atlantis is somewhere out there, ripe for discovery, just as so many thrillseekers have envisioned. The only problem is that its inhabitants have absolutely no desire to be found, so no one has found it. You would know, you live there. In fact, you have lived there for a very long time. Not as long as the oldest; some of you have died by now, others have left, and many have been forgotten, but the stories of what it was like before you cut yourselves off from the world have been passed down for centuries, and you’ve heard and told most all of them.
The Atlantaens were in danger, that’s why you left the ancient world in the first place. Many scoff at the idea of the Ancient Greek pantheon today; so many gods and heroes and monsters, none of them kind, all of them doomed. We love to laugh at that which we do not understand, but the gods laugh at us for not believing, and then they damn us with curses and agents of destruction. The gods are real, all of them, and they do not take kindly to insults.
Over the course of time, while the Aegean Sea was settled and fought over, a certain kind of people tended to drift towards Atlantis. At first, the progression of its society was slow, but as rumors grew of its inhabitants, those who found they had more in common with the Atlantaens than their own people left their homes to find a true one.
To put it plainly, Atlantis was home to the demigods, the ones chosen by the Fates for a higher purpose. Many Greeks went their whole lives without being called upon the gods. Others couldn’t have a good night’s sleep without being plagued by visions of future quests in their dreams. So much immortal attention attracted the ire of the Athenians, the Spartans, everyone. Out of fear for their lives and a desire for more, those of you touched by the Olympians went to Atlantis, and once there, you never wanted to leave.
For a while, this progression was fine. No one bothered you on Atlantis because they weren’t stupid enough to try and attack an island full of half-gods and heroes. During difficult times, though, when harvests weren’t bountiful and water supplies grew dry, it was easier for outsiders to blame the island of outcasts than their own city-states. Thieves started sneaking onto Atlantis, burning your crops before vanishing under the cover of night. Prized possessions went missing. Families were hurt.
Without a definable cause, infighting erupted between demigods. Old angers between godly parents renewed themselves among their children. Poseidon’s children swore destruction on Athena’s chosen scholars. Ares’ soldiers spit at the feet of any tinkerer of Hephaestus who crossed their path.
Eventually, it became clear to the island leaders that drastic changes had to be made before the island tore itself apart. The demigods never attacked each other before things started turning sour, so the enemy was obviously the outsiders. To solve the crisis, the strongest of the demigods turned to the gods for help, and for once, they answered. Atlantis was cast away from the rest of the city-states, veiled from mortal eyes and dragged further into the Mediterranean Sea. You still had all the resources you needed from your island, you just weren’t hurt by the mortals.
Thus life carried on for centuries. Your art and achievements continued to expand at a breakneck pace. You lived longer, accomplished more. The gods smiled upon you. Your island was huge, your society could flourish without being impeded by the limits of your land. It became clear that the bad times had ended.
Or, they had, and then the first monster showed up. Without constant invaders, the art of fighting had somewhat fallen out of fashion. Ares’ descendants would never allow it to die completely, but it had become almost archaic. The monster was eventually slain, but it sparked fear into the hearts of the Atlantaens, and made everyone realize that they weren’t invulnerable.
The people of Atlantis responded in two separate ways. Some flung themselves before their temples, praying to the gods to deliver them again. They waited in their homes for an inevitable second attack, shaking and scared. Others, like you, realized that the only ones who would save you would be yourselves. The gods respond to insult; they removed Atlantis from the mortals because their offerings were constantly raided. One monster on an island of many is not worth their concern. It is up to you to protect your people.
You have two ways of saving your island. One is through the sword. The other is with your spells. Your mother, Hecate, often visits her children in dreams to instruct them in the magical arts. You’ve learned many spells and incantations, and they’ve come in handy as more and more monsters appear. You can only hope that they will be enough to continue the defense of the island. It seems as if the attacks will never end.
And, chillingly, perhaps they never will. You and your fellow demigods, the ones that decided to fight back instead of waiting for a salvation that will never come, have made a plan to save yourselves. Part of that involves regular patrols and expeditions to the outermost reaches of the island to kill any monster that crosses your path. You have enchanted swords at the ready, plus half a dozen defensive spells burning under your fingertips. This is not the time at which you die.
You have enjoyed many patrols over the past few years, but today, your veins are thrumming with adrenaline even more than at the start. You know something is out there. A couple of farmers turned up with bloody livestock, scared of something poaching their animals. Scales and talons have been found. If you’re right— and let’s be honest, you really don’t want to be— you’ve got a Hydra on your hands.
That’s bad news. The monsters were small at the start; a lesser scourge here and there, a malevolent spirit, and then they got bigger. A harpy. A medium sized giant. If you’re getting hydras— well, maybe you’ll have to make some good offerings to the gods in addition to your regular training. Some divine protection couldn’t hurt at a time like this.
That’s why you can’t afford to worry about a man passed out on your shores, not yet. Yes, he is a problem, a definitive sign that the godly interference that should be protecting Atlantis has started to slacken, but you can deal with him after you kill the hydra that’s after both of you. Always the monster you know, right? Or the monster you know is lurking in the undergrowth, ready to slaughter you and your entire island.
You had planned on coming back for the guy, sure, but maybe his unconscious body doesn’t believe that, because you’ve hardly taken ten steps past his fallen form when he suddenly jerks to life. It’s like reanimating a corpse, how he moves; from nothing to everything all at once. His eyes go wide, and he gasps desperately for air, one hand reaching to his throat. Strangely enough, he doesn’t choke out water, but blood, a few scarlet mouthfuls before he lies on his back once more, twitching into stillness.
You peer back over at him. Not dead yet, his chest still rises and falls with desperate breaths. It would be smart to carry on your path and only check in with this man when you’re sure a monster won’t lunge at you out of the surrounding trees the second you turn your back, but he’s spotted you already. One hand reaches out towards you, trembling, from where he lies in the surf.
He starts to open his mouth, and you silently prepare yourself for some sort of desperate plea, a call for aid. Instead, you’re surprised when all the man says is, “Were you really going to leave me to die here?”
You blink at him. “I thought you were already dead.”
He has the audacity to frown at you. “I would have died if I needed help and you didn’t provide it.”
You can’t believe he’s washed up on your island– you know, the unfindable one– and has the nerve to question your hospitality. “Same difference.”
“Not to me,” he harrumphes, and starts to sit up. So he really isn’t dead. If he isn’t dying, though, that means it actually is your duty to help him. You’re more of a soldier than a nurse, so he’d better not have any broken limbs. Seeing as you really have no choice, you bite back a bitter groan and help him at last. He eyes you distrustfully, but lets you drag him farther from the tide. You had intended to prop him up against a tree or something, but he protests when he gets too far from the water, so you settle for a smooth boulder close enough to the surf that the waves still crash over his feet.
Strangely enough, the water seems to be helping him heal. You can see the ghosts of scars criss crossing his chest, but they don’t appear to be old wounds. Instead, they might be recent.
You squint at him. “Do you have enhanced healing?”
“And strength,” he adds. “I wouldn’t recommend trying to kill me. You would die before you got the chance.”
If this is how strangers act when you try to help them, you’re not surprised that the ancient Atlantaens asked the gods to cordon off their island. “I could tell you the same thing. Keep your hands where I can see them.”
He regards you for a second. “Why should I do what you tell me? I don’t bow to strangers.”
“Neither do I,” you force out through gritted teeth, “and right now, you’re on my land, so I suggest you learn to scrape at least a little bit.”
He narrows his eyes. The salty sea air blows his dark hair against his face, revealing more of the ornate jewelry around his neck. It looks ancient, perhaps even as old as your society. Although you’d like nothing more than for him to hurry off of Atlantis, you can’t help your curiosity and open your mouth to ask about it.
You’re cut off before you get the chance. The man doubles over all of a sudden, hands flying to his throat once more. Now that you’ve moved him farther away from the ocean, you have a better look at his wounds, and although they’re healing quickly, they look severe. Severe enough to kill him even with advanced health.
Swearing, you raise your hands and begin chanting. Healing spells have become increasingly useful as of late; Hecate’s children learn at least one before they're even knee height, and you’ve had plenty of chances to practice these sorts of incantations thanks to the sudden surge of monster attacks.
Tendrils of magic fly from your hands and wrap around the man. The spells target the injuries across his chest, his heart, his throat, and strangely enough, a few fly down to one of his ankles, repairing a set of wings above his feet. You chant until your throat goes hoarse, until he stops choking, until his breathing settles. Only then do you lower your hands, and wait there in terrible transience, waiting for him to say something.
At last, slowly, incredulously, he does. “What did you do?”
“I saved your life,” you say.
He nods. “I know. With magic?”
You incline your head. He ponders this for a moment longer, then extends a hand towards you. “My name is Namor.”
You stare at his outstretched palm, then take it. “I’m Y/N. Welcome to Atlantis.”
He doesn’t believe you at first. It appears that the rumors of Atlantis’ disappearance are more widespread than you thought if they’ve managed to reach an underwater Mesoamerican city across the world. Namor believes you soon enough, though, especially when he’s gathered his strength enough for you to lead him up a rocky cliff so he can see the majesty of your island sprawling out before him.
The sight stuns even you, with your years of remembering it, so you’re pleased to see that Namor looks appropriately stupefied. Atlantis is a marvel; crisscrossing colonnades, magnificent gardens, marble roofs shining in the sun, temples to so many gods and goddesses that even you can’t remember them all. Children run laughing in the streets, and their parents chastise them or smile at the fun they’re having. A flock of university students chatter on their way to class. Soldiers practice in an open training yard, and the clash of bronze echoes such that you can hear it even here, on the very outskirts of the island.
“This is your home?” He asks.
You smile. “It is.”
“Why were you all the way out here, then?” Namor queries, “If not looking for dying men to ignore?”
You roll your eyes. “I saved you eventually, didn’t I?”
He laughs. “Only when I asked you to. Some would call that heartless.”
You arch a brow. “Would you?”
He takes a step closer to you. “No,” he says at last, “I don’t think I would.”
You breathe out evenly and then, to hide the sudden pressure between your ribs, change the subject. “How did you come here, Namor? Our island is under enchantment to hide us from the rest of the world. You never should have been able to come here, especially not since it’s so far from where you were.”
Namor sighs. “I don’t know. I was returning home with my people after a truce with the Wakandans. We were attacked on the way by something, some sort of monster. I don’t know what it was. We managed to kill it, but while I was leading it away from our home, it struck me through the chest. I must have lost consciousness after I struck the killing blow, and then I woke up here.”
This makes worry tie up your stomach in tight knots. “A monster?”
You look back towards your shining city. Everyone seems to be happy and carefree right now, but if your monsters are cropping up in other parts of the world– if you cannot protect yourselves, not even if you had to run from Atlantis– there is no telling how long any of you could survive, especially not if the monsters keep getting bigger.
Namor lays a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Is everything alright, Y/N?”
“No,” you say firmly, “It’s not. Our peace has been shattered as of late. More and more monsters show up on our borders. I was out here to find another one that’s been spotted recently, a hydra. Even if I kill this one, though, it’ll be replaced by two more the next day. They never stop coming.”
The look in Namor’s eyes is soft, understanding. He knows what it’s like to feel as if you cannot keep your own people safe. “I will seek out this hydra with you. I have to go back to Talokan soon, but you have my word to return whenever you need help.”
You regard him questioningly. “Why would you make such a promise? We only just met.”
He lifts a shoulder. “You saved my life, I owe you a debt. Besides, we only have so many places free of humans left in the world. We should protect each other when we can.”
You smile, then decide to tease him a little more. “You know I’m half human, right?”
He feigns disgust. “I will only help half of your city, then.”
You laugh. “And kill half the hydra? That’s ridiculous.”
“No more than someone only being half immortal,” he points out. “How does that even work?”
You grin. “I try not to think about it.”
He matches your pleased expression. “Then I won’t, either.”
And so your daily patrol is joined by a feathered serpent god. The two of you stalk silently through the forests on the outskirts of Atlantis, marking signs of heavy travel. Intent on your prey, you manage to locate it with a combination of your spells and his experience. Killing the hydra is difficult, obviously; Tartarus does not make its monsters without wanting them to be impervious to most attacks, but when the dust settles, both of you are still alive and without too much damage. The same cannot be said for the dead monster, so a win’s a win.
The two of you stand there for a moment longer, weapons in hand, and then Namor slowly, remorsefully lifts his gaze from the dead hydra to look at you. “It’s time for me to go,” he says softly, “Talokan will be expecting me. They will wonder why I have not returned. I cannot afford for them to attack Wakanda again out of some nonexistent threat to their leader.”
“I understand,” you reply. You don’t like it, though. Not nearly as much as you would have liked it when you first found him on your shores.
“I should go,” he repeats, but his weapons are gone from his hands and he’s striding towards you, closing the distance in a breath, kissing you.
“You should go,” you tell him, but his hands are on your hips and you don’t want him to let go, not now, and certainly not to a city across the sea.
“I should–” Namor begins, but you interrupt him to kiss him again. His fingers curl against your sides, and you know for certain that he wants to leave just about as you want him to.
He does force himself away eventually. Both of you understand that there is and will always be something greater than the two of you at stake. Neither of you are just a person, just a god; the fate of your homes is far more pressing than any personal want. Still, when you walk back with him to the ocean and watch him disappear beneath the glimmering blue of the waves, you know that you’ll regret every lost moment.
Still, there is hope that you might see him again. He told you how to find Talokan, and Namor is familiar with Atlantis now. You could find each other again, frame it as a need for your countries to have diplomatic relations. You could be happy again. It might take time, but it could happen. You, for one, will be counting down the days until then.
Often you didn't understand what he was saying. You knew they were words of love and affection, judging by the way his eyes shined when he said them.
You couldn't understand, yet it always made you weak.
K'uk'ulkan was a very handsome and muscular man.
He always made you feel tiny against him. And he absolutely loved to hold your smaller figure with his.
One would call it size-kink.
K'uk'ulkan would call it adorable.
You were his small little surface dweller. No, you were his small little love.
He would whisper sweet things into your ears, in the beginning, you didn't ask, but lately, it had been bothering you.
So, as his gorgeous lips ran down your neck, his voice reaching your ears, you finally had the courage to ask.
"What does that mean?"
He wanted to laugh at you, at how absolutely gorgeous you were.
"My Queen." he replied and you swore if he wasn't holding you, you would have fallen.
He held you in waist-deep water.
You were enjoying the calm weather when he decided to go and find you. He emerged from the water like the God he is, taking your breath away, making you run into his arms as he began to kiss you.
"You always call me such sweet things, I can tell but I never understand them, Mi Amor." he smiled as you felt his hands run up your back, pulling you closer, your hands met with his chest piece as he smirked.
"You are my sweetest little gem. Back in my home, I have painted you on my wall, the gorgeous woman that you are."
Now, you were really impressed, any other man these days would just ask for a nude, but he freacking painted it!
"You always look at me with such beautiful eyes. Taking my breath away each time, My Queen."
"Mi Amor..." he once again moved to your neck, leaving his marks behind. "Please make love to me." you begged and soon you felt him remove your clothing.
Soon, you found yourself leaning against a rock as his mouth played with your nipple.
Your fingers were in his glorious hair as you pulled on the strands. You were thankful that no one was around you two. You moaned so loud, you were almost embarrassed about it.
Then his lips began to move further down.
You often forgot how strong he was, but you were soon reminded when he easily put your legs around his shoulders as he wasted no time drinking up your juices. You almost screamed when his tongue met your dripping pussy.
K'uk'ulkan was always a giver, but you had enough of his teasing.
"Mi Amor, please. I need you inside of me." you begged when he pulled away. Grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him up to meet your lips. You tasted yourself on him and it drove you wild.
"My Beautiful Goddess, who am I to say no to such a request?" and as he put his arms next to you, once again he was reminded about your smaller frame, something that immediately sent him into a darker mindset.
You guided his cock inside you as he began to sink in. Both of you let out a moan at the feeling.
You felt him reach your deepest point as you felt his balls hit against your skin. It was truly a magnificent feeling.
Knowing that you are able to take him all, feeling every inch he can give.
You slightly moved your hips, making him begin his thrusts.
K'uk'ulkan was a giver, that you knew already, and what an absolutely amazing man he was.
He had a way of moving his hips, thrusting just a little upward, making you see stars as you dipped your head back and arched your back, making your nipples meet with his.
You felt him smile into your neck as he began to kiss your skin, not ready to let go of it unless he is assured tomorrow every single mark can be seen.
"My Love," he would whisper into your ear, making you look at him, your eyes looking into his gorgeous ones as his movements continue. He would never stop, never slow down or speed up. He was a man of sheer fucking will. And he knew just how to make you cum.
As he continued to fuck into you, his eyes staring into your soul, you reached up to pull him in for a breathtaking kiss.
"Faster, please." you begged. You swore you could almost hear him purr into your ear as he began to move faster, deeper.
It would always start off soft and slow and as you would begin to lose your mind, he would end up possibly nailing you into any surface.
And you were more than okay with that. You wanted him, you needed him, deeper, faster, and more.
And he would always give it to you.
K'uk'ulkan would be careful always, making sure his strength doesn't hurt you, while still fulfilling both of your wishes.
He would often look down, seeing himself disappearing into your tight wetness, it would be another reason for him to keep going.
He would hold your waist, not letting you move as he would begin his deeper and rougher thrusts.
At that point, you would lose your mind as you could hear yourself be incredibly wet.
"My Queen, will you come for me?" he asked and all you could do was nod. "Look at you, being fucked so good, you can't even talk." he would smirk but never stop. He would never deny you pleasure.
"K'uk'ulkan." you moan as you would start to feel your end near. "Please don't stop, I'm so close." you knew he wouldn't but you also knew he liked to hear you beg.
He would groan into your neck as his hands would grab the back of your knees, moving himself up just a little as he would pound you. Deeper, harder and faster than before.
He would feel your smaller body slightly shake against his as you would come. Taking him with you to your high, he would come deep inside you, you would feel him filling you up. He would bite down on your shoulder, the pain and pleasure mixing as you would slowly come down from your high.
Letting out deep breaths, trying to come back to reality.
He would move back, never pulling out of you as he would pull you with him, deeper into the water.
He would place soft kisses on your skin.
"My Love, my beautiful little Queen." he would whisper before he would switch back to his native tongue.
Yes, you were his Gorgeous Little Queen and he was your Handsome God.
The people who used to respect and love you, turned against you and chased you out of the water.
Along with the love of your life, K'uk'ulkan or you should probably call him, Namor.
The man who once loved you more than anything. The man who promised you everything.
Turned against you all because you refused to fight.
He was ready for a war against Wakanda and the entire world. He wanted to burn it all down. He wanted you by his side.
But you refused.
And so, you were chased away.
Thankfully, the Wakandans were extremely kind people, Shuri offered you a home near the river. Even if you told her you couldn't return to the water.
Namor said he would personally come to kill you if you do.
And so, you and your baby had to learn to live above water.
Your baby, as you often ran your hand down your belly, was the very reason you refused to participate in the fights.
Your baby was the reason you didn't wish to burn the world along with Namor.
You refused to give birth to your child and bring them to a world of misery and pain.
If because of that, you were said to be a traitor, so be it.
When you refused to fight, your child was only a suspicion of yours, you weren't sure if you were really pregnant or not.
Wakanda was even kind enough to guide you to a lake. A lake not connected to any other water, in there you gave birth to your daughter.
Your beautiful daughter who looked just like your husband.
She became your everything. It broke your heart that she might never see Talokan.
But you will try your best to show her that not all people on the surface are bad.
Once she was of age, you often brought her with you to the market. Almost everyone knew the little Princess by now. Kindly named after her grandmother, Fen was a true ray of sunshine.
She was only two months old, but she was already laughing and giggling at everyone.
But she did look a lot like her father.
Her ears pointy as his, but she didn't have any wings on her ankles. She had your smile and nose, but his eyes. She was a spitting image of her father.
Which really gave you a big challenge.
You tried to hate Namor. Tried to resent him for sending you away and for tearing himself away from a child he didn't even know existed.
But you had to be strong for Fen and for yourself.
Shuri often invited you over to the palace. Just casually talking as she showed you her newest projects.
Much like today.
Nakia took your baby from you so you could have a couple quiet moments.
You laughed along with Shuri when the door busted open. Okoye followed in two Talokan soldiers.
"As I said, she is busy!" Okoye yelled at the three men.
"Princess. We wish to speak." said Namor.
You were frozen in your seat. The entire room went quiet as you refused to look at him.
"I'll take my leave." you quickly said before turning to run out and find Nakia and your daughter.
Even just being near him was extremely difficult.
You soon found your daughter as you took her into your arms and ran out of the palace. But of course, it wasn't that easy, because just as you were about to leave, Namor was standing in the doorway, still talking to Shuri but everyone noticed you.
You slightly tightened your grip around your daughter as you tried to work your way around the two soldiers.
But of course, it was more difficult than it needed to be.
Your daughter was getting fussy as the man in front of you still didn't move.
"Let me leave." you begged in your native language, but the soldier didn't move.
"You are holding a true treasure," said Namor behind you. Thankfully, you were hiding her from the people around you, covering her ears.
"I'm only a traitor, let me leave." you asked once more but no one moved. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Namor approaching you from behind as she took a step closer to you, trying to see your baby.
You suddenly turned and looked into his eyes.
The same eyes your daughter had.
"Let me leave." you said once more before Namor nodded and the soldier moved, you rushed out.
"She married someone?" asked Namor from Shuri who refused to answer instead she turned and walked back to her lab.
But the thought didn't leave Namor.
You were the love of his life, yet you found someone else so quickly. He felt betrayed on a whole new level.
And in his anger, which blinded him greatly, he went to your home. Ready to kill the man who dared to take you from him.
He swam up the river and easily found you, he could hear you sing softly as he approached the window. He was flying as he looked inside, hiding in the dark night, he watched you, your child on your shoulder, sleeping as you bounced her.
Then as you turned Namor saw her ears. The little ears which looked exactly like his.
And suddenly, it all made sense.
You put Fen to bed before returning to the living room, ready to clean up when you nearly jumped out of your skin as you noticed Namor standing by the opened balcony door.
"I never entered your waters! You have to leave!" you said but he didn't move.
You noticed how his eyes changed. His expression was completely different from the previous one. No more anger can be seen.
"Why didn't you tell me I have a daughter?" you were taken aback. Did he see her before? Or did he come here for revenge and saw?
Probably the latter, knowing him.
"You told me if I enter the water again, you would personally come to kill me. And you wouldn't hesitate."
"I thought you knew, I would never hurt you. I felt betrayed."
"How do you think I felt? One disagreement with you, and you sent me away. Declared me a traitor. I wasn't sure that I was pregnant. I didn't know back then. But I refused to give birth to a child into a burning world." he stayed quiet. "Please don't take her from me." you whispered, trying not to break down as you finally let fear enter you.
He was powerful, more powerful than you, a God.
He could do anything he wanted.
Your statement seems to strike him.
"I could never. I thought you found someone else, and got over our centuries-old love so easily, I'm happy I was wrong. I thought... we tried so much... I thought we couldn't have children."
"I wasn't expecting it either. But when I showed signs... you were talking about a fight and war." when you sensed to anger in him, you also calmed. "Do you want to see her?" it didn't take him long to say yes.
You guided him to her room, in there she slept in her little crib.
"She is just like you, but she can go far longer than you without water."
"What's her name?"
"She was named after a very strong and kind woman. Her name is Fen." you watched as he reached out, running a finger down her face.
"After my mother... she is beautiful."
"She is a very happy baby. Always smiling and giggling at people."
There was a couple minutes of silence when he just kept staring at her.
"You need to return to Talokan. She needs to be with her people."
"No." he suddenly turned to look at you. "You sent me away, you said you don't want me anymore, that you don't love me anymore. I can't put her through the same."
"It was anger and fear talking not me. I never stopped loving you."
"You say that now, but what happens when we have another disagreement?"
"Do you still love me?" he suddenly asked.
"I do. But I need to think of her as well. If you throw us out or me out... I wouldn't survive that." he moved to stand in front of you.
"I swear to you, on my own life on our people's lives on the secrecy of Talokan that this will never happen again. Ever." he could tell you were still unsure.
"I will stay here with her, you could come and visit. I want you to prove it to me, to us, you will need to gain my trust again." he nodded, understanding your decision.
"I will come every day when I can." you nodded this time.
He spent a couple more minutes looking at her before he left.
You were so nervous, you decided to sleep with her in your bathtub.
The fear of him taking her from you was too big.
---
As he promised, he arrived the next day, although you weren't in your home. He decided to wait.
He soon saw you return with your daughter in one hand, the other holding a bag of food.
Fen was currently too occupied with your necklace to see the man.
"Let me get that for you." he said as he took the bag from your hand, his eyes never leaving his daughter. "She looks like you." he said as he followed you into the home.
"I think she looks more like you." You whispered as you began to prepare some lunch.
"I can hold her if you want, so you can move around." he saw your grip tighten around Fen. "You think I would take her from you? You think of me as a monster who would separate a mother from their child?"
"You separated me from my home, my people and from my husband." your reply cut deep with him. But he couldn't deny the truth. "But you also know that I wouldn't stop at anything if you do take her from me."
"I won't take her from you. And I do know what you are capable of, yes." with that, you slowly lifted her off of your hip, she made a noise of confusion before she looked at the stranger to who she was handed to.
"Hello, My Little One. I'm your father, I'm sorry I wasn't here before." Fen was quiet, was too quiet, it was completely uncharacteristic of her. It did worry you but soon her attention drifted to Namor's necklaces. "She is much like you. You also adore my jewels," he smirked as he looked at you but you were too busy preparing lunch.
He knew that with these small steps, he will be able to get you back. And he will make sure to never make the same mistake again.
When you refused to participate in the fight against Wakanda, he made you leave, exiled you from your home and told you that if you ever enter the ocean he would be there to kill you. He would show you no mercy.
He didn't know back then, but you were with child. It was the reason you refused to fight. It was your first ever child, finally, your gods gifted you a child after being married to your husband for so long.
And he didn't even know.
"I will not fight against Wakanda."
"You know what that would mean, My Wife?" you looked at him, confused. "It would mean you will be no longer the Queen of Talokan, as Queen it is your duty to protect your people. You are one of the best warriors."
"I will not fight."
"Then you shall leave my castle! My cave and MY ocean! You do not deserve your title, and if you ever even touch the water, I'll be there to kill you, and do not think that because of our past, I'd show mercy! You betrayed your people! You betrayed me!"
Back then, it was s suspicion of yours. Unable to confirm it with your healers before he sent you away. His eyes filled with hatred and anger.
It wasn't the man you married, the man you loved. This was Namor.
And now, here you were, living in Wakanda as the new Queen was willing to have you in her home. She confirmed your suspicion after the fight, you were indeed with child.
This was all months ago. And now, into your fifth month, you finally felt ready to face the man who broke your heart.
Wearing a light gown but a robe on top of it, hiding your child from their father as you touched the water.
For the last months, you never once entered the waters. Only staying in a tub of water to relieve your thirst as you could live longer without water.
As soon as you touched the water, you knew. He was on his way. You hoped he was calm, you hoped he had time to think. You just stood there, waiting in the knee-deep water.
Couple of moments later, you saw him emerge, with his spear in his hands. Damn him and how amazing he looked. Damn him and how much you loved him. He spoke in your native tongue.
"I told you to never enter the waters again! It was my warning. I will not hesitate to kill you just because once you were my wife."
And yet, he was hesitating.
"I came so you can meet someone." you reached for your robe when he stood in front of you, looking into your eyes, all you could see in his was anger.
"I do not wish to meet anyone. You betrayed me. You refused to fight to protect our nation."
"I had my reason."
"Your reason was that you are a coward." you untied your robe when his spear touched your skin, the sharp edge almost cutting your skin. "Don't make me kill you, leave the water." he whispered.
"I came so you can meet your child." you said as you dropped the robe, letting it fall into the water as you tugged on your dress, showing him the baby bump. "It is a girl. Shuri confirmed it. She is healthy, and often moves around as I feel her kick my ribs." you watched him, tried to read him as his eyes were glued to your belly.
"You-"
"She is the reason why I refused to fight. I suspected I was pregnant and I couldn't risk it. As much as I love the people of Talokan, we have been praying so hard for a baby." you saw him tumble, almost falling to his knees as you started to take steps backwards. He followed you, never once taking his eyes off.
"My Love..."
"Your hate consumed you, Namor. Your hate pushed me away. If you continue with this, you will lose her as well."
"You would take my child from me?"
"Your actions would take her from you."
"How far along are you?"
"I'm almost six months." he finally fell, landing in the water he looked at you with pleading eyes. No more anger.
"My Love, I'm so so sorry. I know an apology wouldn't be enough to make up for my mistake."
"Apologise to your daughter. You know very well, I am a fool who would forgive you even if you kill me. I love you too much." you moved to sit down in front of him in the sand. Letting his arms go around you as he hugged you close, one of his palms on your bump as you felt your baby move.
"My Little One, I deeply apologise for being so harsh. My hatred truly blinded me. I hope one day you will be able to forgive me as well. Your mother is too good for me." he placed a kiss on your belly, right over your thin dress. "Return home My Love. I truly believe I don't deserve a second chance. But I wish to make everything right. I want my daughter to be born where I can be present."
"I wish to go back, but if this happens again, I-"
"It will not. I promise." and now you saw in his eyes, hope, love and determination.
Summary: You missed the evens of the last couple of months. Coming back your friend is now Queen and has a crazy story.
When Shuri told you about the one M'Baku called 'Fishman', you laughed at her.
She might be your queen, but this was way too funny.
"A man... with wings on his ankles?"
"YES!" she yelled as you busted out laughing.
"I leave Wakanda for a couple of months to have some time off, and I come back to this?! Shuri, you don't have to lie to me!"
"I'm not lying."
"Suuuure..."
---
You stood by the beach, looking at Shuri as she put a shell into the ocean.
"Look, this prank has been going on for enough, you can s-" but just as you were about to finish a man walked out of the water. His golden skin glowing under the sun.
You looked at Shuri as you noticed the wings on his
“Told you!" she said pointing at you. "I told you I wasn’t lying!”
“And who are you?” you asked the man.
“My people call me K'uk'ulkan, my enemies call me Namor.”
“Can I call you, Daddy?” Shuri froze as she looked at you
“Y/N!”
“WHAT?”
“I’m afraid I cannot be your father.” he replied with the most serious tone which only made everything a lot more funny as Shuri started laughing.
“I’m not explaining to him what I truly meant. But fine, I’ll just call him…”
“Stop please.” Shuri interrupted. “I called you because I wanted you to meet, my friend, Y/N. She has powers to control the water. I wanted to let you know in case you… heard about something.”
“Thank you for the warning. I appreciate it.” he turned and started to walk away when you moaned.
“He looks even better from the back! Shuri, why didn’t you tell me he looked like this?!”
“You didn’t believe he existed let alone looked –“ Shuri pointed at Namor who was now looking at the two of you again.
“I swear if you ever find me missing and I’m in like an underwater chamber with that God, don’t come to save me.”
Shuri rolled his eyes as she walked back towards the city.
You looked at Namor who was observing you.
“You are a strange woman.”
“Strange?! Says the one with the elvish ears! I could- if you want. I can heal your leg.” you said pointing at the bandages.
“We have herbs, I’ll be fine.”
“I didn’t mean herbs… Shuri said I have powers. One is to heal. But alright Water Daddy. Go on back to your people."
He slowly walked towards you, taking off the bandage from his leg as he looked at you. You knelt down into the sand and put your hand close to his wounded wing.
For a couple minutes you concentrated and his wing was healed.
"Thank you.”
“You should come visit more. I hate to watch see you leave but I love to watch see you go.”
“Y/N! He is 500 years old!” Shuri yelled back. “Stop flirting with the 500 years old water God!”
“Oh, so you are older as well. Shuri! You know I have a thing for older men!”
“Not centuries older!”
“I don’t care when they look this good!” one last time you turned to Namor offering him a small wave as you said your goodbye.
Back in Shuri’s lab you sat on a chair as she was working on something again, as usual.
“So, he is 500 years old, is a mutant God, can fly and swim. Is covered in vibranium, barely wears clothes, AND that handsome.”
“I shouldn’t have introduced him to you.”
“You should have earlier! I could be married to that man by now. Have his babies and all! I could be the Queen of Talokan. But who cares about a throne, I just want to sit on that man.”
“Please stop.” Shuri begged.
“You introduce me to a handsome man and you expect me not to say these things?”
“At least keep them to yourself.”
“I’ll try.” you said as you leaned back and this is when you noticed. Your God was standing in the doorway with two blue people by his side. “Ooookay. When did this turn into Avatar?”
“Y/N, please.”
“Look.” you told her as you pointed at your guests.
“You dropped this. I came to give it back to you.” he said as he walked closer to you, this is when you truly noticed just how much bigger he was. He handed you your ring. Which you didn’t even realized you dropped earlier when you were drooling all over the floor.
“Oh, thank you.” you offered him a kind smile as just as suddenly as he appeared, he was gone.
“Did you drop it so you can see him again?”
“No! What do you think of me, Shuri?! Do I look like the kind who would drop their grandmother’s ring just so Mr Sexy Wet Daddy can bring it back to me?”
“You look exactly the kind. You sneaky…” you smirked at her before sitting back into your chair.
“I would never!”
What you didn’t know is that Namor listened to everything you just said and even before he entered the room, he could hear your conversation.
If he was honest with himself he was also interested in you.
He now needed to look up why you were calling him father.
K'uk'ulkan saw you on the beach, sitting in the sand as the water moved around you.
"What are you doing?" he asked from behind you.
"Technically, I didn't leave the water."
"Why are you out here?" he stood beside you.
"I like watching the trees, and feel the wind. It is so different in a good way."
"Do you often sneak off here?"
"Only when you have important meetings."
"So, you sneak out here, risking getting seen by one of them."
"I don't look much different from them, you know that. I hide the scales on my legs so they wouldn't know. One thought I was human, asked if she could help me."
"You spoke with one of them?!" you could sense his anger rising.
"A little girl. She was worried because she saw me alone. Brought me fruit. She was really nice."
"You are risking our nation's security. As much as I love you, you cannot do that."
"I have lived a very long life with you, Mi Amor. I know very well what I'm risking."
"Then why do it?"
"Because I feel like I'm locked in a cage. Ever since you made up your mind about burning the world, you never let me leave our cave. I thought we would start a family, not a war."
"I'm doing this so we can have our family. In a world where they can live in peace."
"I know you hate them, surface dwellers... but I don't believe all of them are bad. Yes, there are people who want to get their hands on vibranium so that they could do bad things, but just like the little girl, she did nothing wrong."
"You are naive, My Love."
"Possibly... K'uk'ulkan, I understand your reasons, you know I do. But burning the world might make me lose you. I cannot lose you."
"You will not lose me."
He was right, you didn't lose him, but he did lose one of his wigs and he did yield.
But the same fire burned in his eyes.
You watched him paint.
You heard his conversation with Namora. You were a bit disappointed that he still didn't give up on this whole idea.
But you said nothing, you slowly stood up before walking out you headed to your favourite spot in the cave. A small room if one can call it that.
K'uk'ulkan painted the walls for you. You asked for them to be painted of a world your mother told you about, filled with trees and sand. Although he didn't like the idea of you longing for the surface world, he loved you too much to say no.
"You are dissapointed. In me?"
"No. In myself.”
"Why?" he asked as he moved to sit next to you.
"Because I could have done something to help you, to not be this way. Maybe if I would have done something differently, you wouldn't hate them so much."
"You had nothing to do with this. It was them who fueled my anger. Their own mistakes got them into this position."
You put your hand on his cheek, looking into his eyes.
"Maybe I am the problem here. Maybe my love for their animals and trees blinds me. When you made me Queen, I told you I won't be a good one. I need to stop longing for something I cannot have when I have everything right here."
"Your passion and love should never break, My Love. You keep me on my toes, sneaking off to the surface, I just wish to keep you safe."
"You do keep me safe. Never doubt that." he leaned closer putting his forehead against yours. "I love you, Mi Amor."
"I don't want you to change. Please never stop dreaming about your trees and animals. Please don't stop going to the shore, please don't stop ignoring my rules. I love you the way you are My Queen. I would never want you to change."
You pulled him in for a kiss, meeting you halfway he smiled into the kiss. He might have not won. But he won you a long time ago.
