Title: "You have been compromised." (Chp 9 / ?)

Chapter Title: "A child of two worlds"

Fandom: Black Panther 2: Wakanda Forever (MCU)

Pairing: Namor x Shuri

Words: 1636

Story Rated: M overall for sexual situations

Chapter Rating: G / E

Tags: their kid, their child, their teen

Summary: Yatzil, a child of two worlds. Of the surface. Of the sea. Of love. Of war. Yatzil, her Mayan name meaning "beloved."

A/N: If you don't like it, you don't have to comment and be mean. I'm sorry MY story is not going the way YOU want and had planned. Chill with the negativity. Ty

The lab was where Shuri found the most comfort. The lab was the place she spent the most time. The lab was the sure way anyone could find her. Always working. Always working on some project. Be it armor, nanotech, Stark tech or just sharing ideas via video with Riri. Shuri was always hard at work even though she had many people capable or doing working for her. Shuri did everything herself. Wanted to do everything herself. It's as if she needed to. Needed to as an escape. Needed to as a distraction.

For being idle lead to thoughts. Thoughts she didn't want to focus on. Just things she didn't want to think about. Like Him. His face. His muscular toned arms. His defined chest. His melodic voice. How he slicks his dark wet hair back when he emerges from the water. How his body looks dipping wet. From water. From sweat. How he moans so deeply. How he whispers her name like a curse and a prayer. His taste. His lips swollen from kisses. His skin. His cock. His eyes as he watches her. His gaze.

His crimes. His absence. His murder. His war. His rage. His mistakes. His forgiveness?

His regret. His sadness. His loss. His remorse. His imprisonment. His exile. His distance. His silence.

Silence. How does one break the silence? How does one get back to how things once were? Before the war? Before the loss? When there was passion. When there was love. How does one turn back the hands of time?

Time. Tony Stark did it. Managed to turn back the hands of time and defeat Thanos and return the Infinity Stones. If he could do it maybe she could. After all, the technology on Wakanda was far more advanced. Plus she was just as smart as Stark if not smarter. Maybe she could…..

"Mom?"

A voice broke her thoughts. It was her daughter Yatzil. Yatzil. A mix of them both, mother and father. A beautiful girl with dark hair, longer now to her shoulders. Hair that fell like loose waves. Her skin was a mix of them both, the brown of her father and the dark of her mother. Her eyes were dark yet wise and seeing for her age. Muscular like her father. Wings….like her father.

Such a beautiful girl. A product of love. A product of harmony. A product of alliance, of unions. But where was that union now? Where was Namor now? How does one turn back the hands of….

"Mom?" Yatzil's voice said again but louder. Shuri shook her head to shake away her thoughts and focus on her daughter. "Mom, I'm going out. Are you going to be okay?" Yatzil asked.

Shuri nodded her head and walked around the lab table to her daughter to hug her. "Yes, I'm fine. I'll be ok. I was just thinking about stuff. Make sure to keep your Kimoyo beads turned on."

Yatzil nodded and hugged her mom. She kissed her on the cheek and made her way out of her mother's lab.

Yatzil, now older would often venture out alone without the Dora Milaje as escorts. She didn't need them. Rather, didn't want them. Teenagers and their privacy. Besides, anyone would be foolish to try and do anything.

Yatzil had the strength and speed of her father. The wit, cunning and intelligence of her mother. The technology of Griot and Wakanda. All she would have to say is "Hey Griot" and it was at her command. If she wanted to send an army to her location within seconds, she could do that. Everyone knew that. Everyone knew she was the Princess's Daughter and the daughter of Namor. She was untouchable…in the protection of Wakanda. Outside though, she was just another girl. Just an unknown.

Being unknown is something she enjoyed. Something that gave her peace. Unknown meant no stares. No whispers. No murmurs about her mother or father. The rift between the two. Talk of broken families. Being unknown she didn't have to hear all of that.

The only place she was an unknown was in the sea. Yatzil placed her shoes in a bag near a tree on the shore just before the beach line. Placing her Kimoyo beads next to her necklace she said "Go on" and a body suit fitted itself around her body. It was armor and a wetsuit. Able to withstand any sort of bullets, any sort of vibranium piercing spear, mom thought of that one, heated and cooled if need be, yet flexible allowing her to swim and move with speed.

Yatzil ran to the waters and dived in. Like her father, she could breathe and see under water. She could see everything clear as if she were on the surface. The only time she needed artificial light was when she explored the underwater caves. This was a favorite of hers. Hearing stories about her mom's first visit, well, capture at Talokan and the beautiful underwater cave with the glow worms that illuminated everything. She wanted to see it for herself. She wanted to see Talokan.

Yatzil still couldn't find it on her own. She could ask her dad but they weren't really on talking terms. Rather, she didn't really know him. She felt uncomfortable. Growing up, it was the bad fish man who kept her away from Wakanda and the reason why she couldn't swim in the sea and swim among the sea creatures. He was her version of the boogie man. So to have that, to have him turn out to be her father, well, it was still a hard adjustment.

One of the many things she loved about the sea were the sea life. She could communicate with them. Not speaking to them directly as in conversation but they somehow understood her. She understood them. They were equally drawn to one another. Fish would swim around her in circles as if greeting her. Marine life would swim up to her and let her run her hands over them. The predators stayed away as if threatened. Yatzil couldn't describe the link. She never told her mother about it. For this and many reasons the sea was safe. The sea was safe.

Yatzil froze and positioned upright to look around. She heard something. Her hearing, enhanced like her father's could hear something approaching her. Whatever it was was fast and fast moving. Yatzil turned and began to swim in the opposite direction. She only made it a short distance when she stopped. Figures appeared in front of her. She turned to swim backwards and figures appeared there as well. Yatzil moved left. There they were. Yatzil moved right. There they were. She was surrounded. All of them began to swim and move closer to her, tightening the circle around her.

Yatzil looked at them. Humans. Muscular humans. Spears and weapons. Jade and Vibranium on primitive native looking armor. She recognized them from the descriptions from her mother. They were Talokanil. The circle broke and the warriors moved aside to allow one in. The one that swam towards her was a fierce looking warrior woman with a lion fish head dress. Namora.

Yatzil smiled, hoping that would show she was not an aggressor and did the Talokanil greeting, Líik'ik Talokan.

Namora looked over the young girl, swimming around her slowly in a circle. Namora's eyes fell to the girls ankles then back to her face. She titled her head and moved closer to get an even better look. Namora looked at each side of the girl's face and saw her pointed ears. There was no doubt in Namora's eyes whose child this was.

Namora replied with the Talokanil greeting. Her soldiers eased and did the greeting as well once they saw their leader do so. They too, recognizing the teenagers lineage.

"Could you take me to see Talokan? I would love to see where you come from." Yatzil said in perfect Yucatec Mayan. Namora was stunned and welcomed by the surprise. A surface dweller. Yet, she knew the language. Knew the Talokan greeting and customs. Namora was pleasantly surprised and impressed.

"Why do you wish to see Talokan?" Namora asked.

"To know." Yatzil replied. "To know where I came from. To know of my people. Not just of the surface but of below. I want to know of the sea. Not just the surface." She finished.

Before Namora could reply a group of colorful fish came to greet Yatzil. They swam around her playfully and brushed against her. Yatzil smiled.

"Not now you guys. I'll play with you later." She said out loud and waved her hand. Understanding her, they gave a final circle around her as if saying goodbye before swimming away.

Namora watched as more sea life seemed to be drawn to Yatzil, welcoming her to the sea. It was as if all of the sea wanted to meet her. Yatzil turned to Namora as if embarrassed.

"Can we go? I'm afraid this will keep happening if….." Yatzil stopped. She looked down. Her Kimoyo beads were beeping and vibrating. This usually happened when her Mom didn't like her location and wanted her to return to land. It also meant she was in trouble.

"Oh man, I have to go. I'm sorry." She said to Namora. Yatzil turned and like a sonic boom, was gone. A stream of water in her wake.

Namora watched as she tried to collect her thoughts. She was impressed. Impressed at the girl's ability, her warmth and kindness. Her curiosity and wanting to learn about more about Talokan. Her acceptance of Talokan in language and culture. How she looked so much like her father and also her mother. She was impressed. Namora concluded that she would like to meet her again and swam away with her warriors.

Chapter END

A/N: Given the lack of comments, I figured everyone gave up on this story, moved on to others or just didn't like it. Therefore, I wasn't bothering with putting out other chapters as I previously was before. Yet, after reading snippets of the leaked script and a comment about pregnancy fluff (on Ao3), I got inspired to write. Plus, again, trying to find an excuse to write more smut but the story keeps writing itself.

If Stark can make time travel possible, well, this fandom has time travel. We have the TVA and different timelines. We have the multiverse. This means I can reverse canon events….like murder, war and have Namor getting coco and corn at 3am for pregnancy cravings. All that good stuff.

Also, ty for the comments that suggested the pregnancy fluff. I do pay attention to your ideas and suggestions. I do keep in mind what you want to see so ty for voicing it.

I don't want Namora to be the bad guy. She's so bad ass so I'm making her come around.

I really want to read the script but it's so tiny on my phone. I retweeted the doc on my twitter (namorxshuri) so you guys can read it too, 280ish pages of it. Mom resubbed to disney plus just in time so I can rewatch BP in Feb with SUBTITLES. Yeah, I'm a weird one that watches with them on. Sometimes you miss dialogue in my opinion and I feel there is stuff I definitely missed due to lack of subs.