Title: "You have been compromised."
Fandom: Black Panther 2: Wakanda Forever (MCU)
Pairing: Namor/Shuri
Words: 2077
Rated: M for sexual situations
Summary: Wakanda had every, everything he wanted. So he was going to TAKE it. The mission, get close to the Queen, take Wakanda. Nothing went according to plan.
A/N: This is one of those moments when the fic writes itself.
There was very few places that gave Shuri comfort. Very few places that gave her escape. Escape from her duties. Escape from her thoughts. Escape from her grief. It was due to that she often found herself returning to a particular beach in Wakanda. That beach. The very same beach she visited with her mother. Her mother who burned her funeral robes in the fires. Her mother burned them to show that her mourning was over. Yet in a cruel twist of fate, her letting go of the death of one, brought the death of another. Her own.
But isn't that how things go? Some kind of exchange when it comes to the universe? When one thing ends another begins? When when one thing is given, another is taken away? Shuri scoffed as she threw down her own funeral robes besides the campfire she made.
"Stupid traditions. Stupid universe. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid." She said through gritted teeth and kicked the sand.
She looked down and wiped away the tears that tried to flow down her cheeks. She blinked them away and looked towards the sky. The sky filled with stars seemed endless. She then looked towards the water. Water that went to the horizon. Water that didn't seem to end. Dark. Vast. Everything seemed endless.
Every night she would bring the robes to burn and every night she would leave with them. It wasn't one set of funeral robes but two. One for the death of her brother. Another for her mother. How could she let go, let go of the loss when they both were gone? When everyone was gone? Who could understand that pain? How was there a way to fill it? Even getting lost in her work gave no comfort. Nothing did. Nothing did except for the beach. The fire. The water.
The water. Something broke through her train of thoughts. A sound that wasn't like the gentle waves that she tuned out in the background. There was a disturbance in the water. A swishing sound. Foot steps. Foot steps from the water. Her eyes scanned the shore until they stopped on a figure. It was him, Namor.
Slicking his hair back from his face, he approached her slowly. His arms were outstretched to show he had no weapon. To show, rather, hopefully convey that he meant no harm. He bowed his head towards her. She returned his bow.
"What troubles you, Queen Shuri?" Namor's voice was gentle, soothing. With slow cautious footsteps, he continued closer until he was standing beside her. She shook her head and wiped more tears from her cheeks.
"What's the point of this? Of all of this? Me being Queen? Me being Black Panther. I didn't ask for any of this. I didn't want any of this." She dropped to her knees. "It was supposed to be him, my brother. It was supposed to be him."
Namor knelt down besides her and gently took her into his arms. She sobbed. Sobbed as he held and rocked her. Sobbed until the tears ran dry. Sobbed until she fell asleep in the shelter of his arms. She slowly opened her eyes, blinking slowly. Shuri looked around. The beach had a warm, orange and red glow. The sun was rising. She shifted and realized Namor's arms were still around her, holding her protectively. Somehow in the middle of the night, he had shifted their bodies and they were laying upon the sand.
She looked at him then, laying on his back breathing gently. She contemplated laying on his chest now that she was aware that it was probably her pillow that whole night. His arms tightened around her, bringing her closer to his warm body. She could entertain this for a few minutes she figured. With that thought she rested her head upon his chest once more and listened. Listed to his heart. Listened to his breathing. Listened to the water and the animals that were stirring around her. She found herself fast asleep again, but this time, it was peaceful.
The next time she woke up she was in her bedroom. She gasped as she sat up in her bed and looked around disoriented. He eyes stopped upon on her night stand. Upon it was an opened clam and a beautiful pearl. She slid to the side of the bed towards the night stand and took the pearl in her hand. She smiled. That night in his arms was the best rest she had in a long time.
The next night she returned to the beach. There was already a campfire. He was sitting there, waiting for her.
"I wish…." Namor began to speak without looking at her. His body was facing the water as he spoke.
"I wish…..I wish I knew of this place sooner. I wish I knew of this place back then. How would have things been different for my people? They wouldn't have had to flee to the seas." His hands balled into fists. Shuri moved behind him. Not knowing what else to do, she wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head upon his back.
"I wanted to protect them. All of them. And because of me, they no longer know the warmth of the sun. The song of the birds. The sound of the rain. The stars in the night sky. To see their flowers grow. I took that all away from them. What kind of ruler am I? What kind of monster…"
Shuri could feel the muscles tense and release in his body as he began to cry. He sank onto his knees and she went with him. Still holding him, still with her arms around him. She brought up his hands and placed them over hers.
"You have everything here while I have nothing." There was silence before he tore himself away from her arms and stood. He didn't look back at her as he quickly made his way towards the sea.
All throughout the next day she couldn't stop thinking of him. His life. His past. His people. Her people. How everything seemed so similar. Born of rage and revenge. Leaders with millions to protect. Two broken people who have had everything taken away. She was a woman of science. There was no problems. Only solutions. Problems were just things where the solutions hadn't presented themselves. So how to solve this?
Shuri waited for the night . Waited for the cover of darkness so that she could return to that familiar beach. She had learned so much about him. She left herself open that night. Open, exposed, vulnerable and raw when she cried in his arms. He did the same the following night. Yet, isn't that how the universe works? That you get what you give?
Shuri scoffed at her thoughts again. Of universes and balances. Giving and taking. She was out of breath when she reached the beach. He was there. The fire was already ablaze. He stood as she approached. He bowed his head and she did the same. Instead of sitting on the log across from him she sat next to him. He looked down at her and sat beside her.
"I wanted to thank you Shuri for last night." He spoke as he looked upon her face, her features. Everything about her was beautiful. Even more so now due to the intimate moments they shared. He scooted closer. Their knees now touched. He really didn't seem to know personal space or the concept of it. Namor took her hands into his. "I would like to keep seeing you again, like this, if that is ok?"
Shuri smiled. "I was thinking about that actually. What if your people came here? What if we all lived together? Wakanda is plentiful. It's resources unlimited. It wouldn't be a burden-" Her words stopped, halted, muted but not due to a lack of words. She couldn't speak because his mouth had crashed onto hers. His mouth was hot, furious, just like his tongue that made it's way inside. It was reckless, mindless, spontaneous. He knew that and wasn't prepared when she kissed him back. The moan he felt through her lips, the vibration made his head spin. In one fluid motion he moved her from the log and unto her back and climbed on top of her.
He wanted more and was growing ravenous. Shuri heard the ripping of fabric but had no idea it was her own. Her brain couldn't process anything that she heard. The ripping of fabric. The scatter of what sounded like jewels and metals. The sudden feel of a scorching hot body pressed to hers. And then her braid stopped. Stopped trying to process. Stopped trying to analyze or make sense. Stopped when a overwhelming sensation took over her. The sensation of his hard cock, the feel of him slowly entering her, filling her, spreading her.
When her brain came to, she could hear a litany of curses in another language. A language that was not her own. He was still, very still on top of her. His eyes wide in concern.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry. I didn't know. I didn't know you were untouched. I-" He began to slowly, very slowly pull out, trying to not cause her any pain.
"No!" She shouted and held him tighter. "Don't. Don't. I want this. Just give me a moment." She replied. He didn't listen. There was the sensation of being filled. Being completely filled then empty. Her muscles flexed as if trying to hold him in but he was already gone from being inside of her. He sat her up and sat beside her. He looked at her.
"I would like a merger of our people. An alliance. A union. But I also want something more. Not just a merger of our two peoples or our lands but with you. My desire for that and for you, when you spoke your words, I don't know what came over me. I didn't once consider that you were-"
"A virgin?" She interrupted. He nodded.
"Yes. You are a Queen. You don't deserve your first time to be on a beach on some sand in the dark." He gritted out. He stood as if disgusted with himself and the situation. He looked at the scattered jewels and metals for some kind of intact fabric he could give to cover herself with. He found something and handed it to her before turning away. Again he made his way to the water, in a rush, just like before. Not wanting to look back. Not wanting to look at her.
"What if you were my husband?" She called out to his disappearing figure that was miles apart.
In an instant with inhuman speed he was on top of her again as if there was never any space between them. She cried in surprise out as her body hit the ground. There was a fire in his eyes. His breathing was labored and ragged. She felt his hand roughly part her legs and cup her pussy.
"If I were your husband you wouldn't be able to walk let alone stand! Your womb would be dripping with my seed every night and I would not be able to keep myself away from you or off of you, anywhere! My people would be happy and so would I. You would drown in it. I would drown in you, Shuri" His voice was predatory. He growled before yanking himself off of her and vanishing into the sea. Shuri was left gasping for air.
Down below in the underwater cave, he paced in his tiny ancestral hut. He didn't stop when Namora came inside. She watched before finally speaking up.
"Did you infiltrate Wakanda so that we may take it down?" She inquired.
He stopped in that moment and turned towards her. "It's complicated."
She took a step towards him. "It's not complicated! You get in. You kill the Queen. We take it over."
"No! No. We could have a better life. We wouldn't have to just live down here. We could live up there too! Our children could know warmth of the sun. Rain. Birds. Not the darkness of these waters." He argued.
"You have been compromised." She observed.
"I have not." He said simply and turned away from her.
"Then kill her so that we can have Wakanda." She said and left him to his thoughts.
END
A/N 2: So the plan was… I was toying with the idea of both of them being virgins. I can't imagine him getting down to business being down there and running everything. Same with Shuri. Unless she went House of the Dragon and did it Sir Cristion Cole style, she wouldn't have had the opportunity. So I wanted to write a fic of them losing it to each other. The fic wrote itself different. I also wanted to do the after credits beach scene. I was shocked of what happened because I wanted more of Namor vs the family thing we got. I was trying to write that too but again, the fic wrote itself. This is going to be multi chapter. I'm trying to write smut but the fic has other plans. I will steer it back to smut.
A/N 3: I got tired of seeing hate for mcu namor, the actor and the ship on my FB feed, I made a fb group. A safe space for everyone to post and spam all the things. - facebook dot com/ groups/McuNamor
I also recommend this reddit because I want spam of him on my feed. - reddit dot com / r/TenochHuerta/