Whatthefuck-is-going-on - Moonchild

Thorned Exhales

Pairing: Namor of Talokan x Shuri

Summary: The people of Talokan believe in the concept of soulmates. However, even after years of this tradition, nobody has ever seen the result of an unaccepted mate moreso, a fated partner who's another species from you until their King met the Wakandan Princess, Shuri.

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Tags: Stubborn Namor, Hanahaki Disease AU, Soulmate AU, Namor flirts with Shuri to change the subject lmao, Blood, Post-Canon.

had a random thought one day and wrote it down. It's not everyone's cup of tea but they fit the scenario better.

The people of Talokan believe in the concept of soulmates. 

After ingesting the luminescent flower their ancestors crushed centuries ago, the remnants of the petals sometimes resonate with another part of it from someone's stomach. And when it does, it forms a soulmate bond.

It activates the moment a Talokanil sees their fated mate for the first time and then they shall go through the typical period of courting, offering their hunts, fetching the shiniest and prettiest conch shell or giving out crystals found in the deep sea.

However, even after years of this tradition spiralling around their country, nobody has ever seen the result of an unaccepted mate moreso, a fated partner who's another species from you.

A violent hacks of coughs echoed in the empty hall as Namor faltered in his step, the burn on his lungs fresh and agonising with every wheeze. 

Everything hurts, from his throat, his chest and even down to his abdomen. Yet even then, he smiled at his cousin who stood beside him, worry marrying her face while he hacked his guts out.

There was something lodging itself at the back of his air pipe restricting his ability to breathe, even with no more coughs to bark out he continued, the apparent block in his throat a nuisance for such a busy day.

Then that's when he saw it.

In his palm lies a pretty blue petal, glowing lightly under the bioluminescent lights above them. It looked soft and innocent with its color and texture, only if it didn't have blood staining half of it.

Namora gasped beside him, her hands reaching to stop his palms from closing.

"K'uk'ulkan, this is a matter to be taken seriously."

It was, without a doubt, an important matter to discuss with the council. But if word spreads about their king weakening after their fight with the surface dwellers, it might spark a war between them and their reluctant ally. Not to mention, the possibility of bold fiends who'd dare challenge him for the throne.

The moment the petal fell into his palm, Namor knew it was best to keep it hidden for now.

He can't afford losing the only alliance they have, can't risk the only connection he has with her.

Closing a fist, he turned to her with a small smile. "A single petal won't hurt me, child."

"But this is not a mere common disease. This stems from the flower our ancestors—"

Namor stood up straight, crushing the petal in his grasp before disposing of it on the side as if it offended him personally and disrespected his mother. 

He couldn't deny his cousin's claims because he, too, grew concerned for his well-being after seeing him spit out a bloodied petal. It wasn't unusual for him to get sick as he catches a cold every century at least so he paid no heed to his coughs before. Turned a blind eye to the relentless tug of string at the back of his mind leading him into the direction where the Black Panther herself is.

He has felt the unusual tightness and heaviness on his chest ever since he met the noble princess of Wakanda's gaze full of hatred and felt her bloodthirst from outside the ruined throne room. One of the factors that helped her win against him at the beach.

He realised many things in that one moment, where she held his spear over her head, ready to take his life. Yet the biggest conclusion out of them all was his soul being tethered to hers.

The soulmate bond is nothing but a distracting one, he always thinks as he watches everyone around him become fools on chains following the hymn of the ocean. Drawn like the crew of the ship walking into the sea to pursue the sirens' sweet lullabies.

Everyone thinks he's immune to the soulmate bonds due to his godship, imagine their shock once they find out who he's tethered to.

"My king, you must inform the council of this! We must find a cur—"

It was a relief that all of Talokan knows not of the consequences of being rejected by their soulmate but if his cousin continued to nag, it won't take long for somebody to realize the secret he wishes to keep.

No one must know that his soul hooked itself with the Panther of the surface.

Namor brings a finger to her lips. "Not a word of this encounter shall escape between us."

"But—"

"It is unprecedented, yes, but I am a god who has lived for hundreds of years, I will not die from a simple illness."

Nobody has ever seen the results of a mate being rejected in all of those five hundred years Talokan has existed, much less than a Talokan's soul being tethered to a human. This event is something to be written down for research, to be overjoyed for, but with the life of their king involved, not a soul would rejoice.

Namor didn't want his cousin to feel pity for him nor did he want her to worry, so he kept his other symptoms hidden away.

He smiled at her, his pink bottom lips stained with crimson and Namora's body prickled with goosebumps, the crease between her eyebrows deepening.

He reaches to iron them down with his thumb, there was no use for worrying for him. As he said before, he has lived through wars and famine throughout those five centuries of living, a petal won't kill a god.

"Believe in your king, I am alright."

He launches into another hacking fit and Namora could only stand and run her hand up and down his back. She doesn't shed tears often, she's a soldier and the king's closest aid, she wasn't allowed to show weakness for the fear of disappointing Namor.

But for this one time, she let a single droplet fall from her eyes. 

"Aiii, what did I say about worrying about me?" He says, voice hoarse from sore throat as he wiped her tears away.

"Talokan can't bear the loss of its king, I cannot think of a future where you don't get to lead it."

He laughed but was abruptly stopped by a couple of coughs. "I'll be fine, child. Don't cry, I will not die of any illness."

He repeated them to console the woman but in truth, he was also convincing himself. Namor didn't like the mystery of his illness, scared of it even but like any other hardships he has went through, he'll live.

With that, Namor continues down the hall leaving his cousin alone in the corridor, staring at his retreating back. Wide shoulders that used to look firm whenever she stared at it at every battle were now slumping as his body shook with another fit.

Namora felt helpless, stuck between following her king's orders of not uttering a single word of his condition outside the two of them and running to their reluctant ally, Wakanda, for help.

Their technologies are more advanced than any other nation, despite both having access to vibranium, it was them who handled and mastered the ore to aid them and fit it to satiate their nation's needs.

With the brain of the current Black Panther, Namora is sure she'd find help and medicine for her king from the princess. 

Other than her pride and loyalty as a Talokanil getting shattered by telling their previously-enemy nation of their king's illness, Namor's orders weighed on her shoulders like chains connected to the ground, his words are concrete, she had no choice but to follow his whims. 

But once it all becomes too grim, Namora pledged to herself to shed all pride and approach the princess for help.

She stayed silent, trusting her leader a little more as she guarded him whenever he performed his daily task of patrolling the borders and when he surfaced to meet the royalties of Wakanda to discuss their reluctant alliance and the Americans continued threats on the nation and its resources.

‘‘Why can’t we attack their vehicles before they enter Wakandan territory? Or eliminate the whole country altogether to remove the headache once and for all?” Namor suggested nonchalantly as he sat comfortably on the cushioned seats of the new throne room, paying no mind to the stink eyes he received from the other royals.

The Wakandan King scowled. "Why do we even bother inviting you in here when all your mouth can spout is war?”

Shuri waved M’baku off. “Let us not fight here like childrens. We need a solution as soon as possible. I don’t think agent Ross can—”

Then the most horrible chances happened and Namor started coughing violently. Namora arose to her feet in muted panic and in a blink, she’s supporting his body that shook with his coughs, standing in between him and the eyes of the panther if he ever barked petals once more.

This earned the Wakandan royalties’ attention, eyebrows knitting as they awaited for him to calm down. But when it relented after a few seconds passed, Shuri spoke up with her eyebrows knitted.

“Namor, do you need medical help? I can fix you up in my lab.”

But the feathered serpent king waved her worries off. His ribs constricting around his laboured heart at the call of his second name, he has never minded the use of it until it was the Wakandan princess who uses it. His heart throbs as he's once reminded of her distaste for him.

If only he wasn't driven by anger, he wouldn't have to suffer as much as he does now.

He coughed out another bloodied petal and he closed his palm around it, thankful for Namora's body blocking their sight. They mustn’t know.

“There is nothing to worry about here, princess.” He grinned. “Iron that creases between your eyebrows. If not, I would start mistaking it as your concern for me.”

Instantly, the princess’ worried expression crumpled into disgust and he laughed boisterously, an ache in his chest resurfaced and launching him into a small fit. He rose to his feet, not noticing how worry graced Shuri’s face once more as he wiped the blood from his lips discreetly.

But he wasn't fast enough when the smell of iron reached Shuri’s sharp nose and the hair on her nape stood at attention, no doubt alerted by it.

She wasn’t foreign to its smell and the symptoms the Talokan king displayed, if anything, she thinks he caught the same sickness her brother had. Seeing the concern from her face, King M’Baku spoke up from beside her.

“Are you sure you don’t need our aid?”

“I am worried about those coughs, I can smell the blood from here, Namor.” Shuri added.

He froze. Of course, the panther could smell it.

He doesn’t want to discuss his well-being further, he needs to retreat back into the ocean with Namora, the pain blooming in his chest almost unbearable as it shears another long line into his chest, its seams burning deep into his lungs.

“It’s been months already, princess. How about calling me by my real name?”

Shuri groaned. “By Bast’s name—”

“We are thankful for your offer but we must get going.” Namora butts in, foreseeing the path the current conversation will take. A frustrating scene of push and pull between a stubborn princess who only wants to help and a stubborn king who doesn't want it.

With a bow from her, she subtly held up Namor as they exited the throne room.

The apparent worry and panic in her face wasn’t missed by their allies. When M’baku heard the mention of blood, despite all of the horrors their reluctant ally had rained upon their nation, he felt uneasy for letting him off when they knew the symptoms all too well since it was the same illness that took their previous king, T’Challa.

The Feathered Serpent god might've cost their previous Queen's life and destroyed their city but they're merely humans who felt sympathy for others, an ugly feature of their mortality no matter what angle Shuri looks at it.

The princess doesn’t know how to react. She should be overjoyed at the timed life her mother’s murderer has yet here she is, worried beyond belief. Shuri could see the wicked grin N'Jadaka is giving her from the ancestral plane, could feel it even and her blood pressure arose once more.

She doubted her ancestors and the late queen would be enthusiastic to hear such a thing from her. 

“Are you sure you smelled blood from him?”

She turned to M’baku. “Yes, it worries me.”

If the man was surprised at her admission, he didn’t express it, nodding soundlessly instead as he stood up from his throne, taking his staff with him.

“Let us watch where it’ll lead us for now, it seems that god doesn't want us to meddle. But I am sure that cousin of his will soon find us if anything were to happen."

Shuri couldn't find it in herself to deny his words yet the worry settled deep in her gut remained unmoved. She massaged her fingers as she stared at the setting sun outside floor to ceiling glass panes behind the throne, thoughts muddled with possibilities and needless worries.

No one wants this but NSFW Jason Todd thought,

Jason Todd who enters you raw for the first time, and it’s so damn good his hips jerk instinctively. The moan that leaves your lips had him reaching for the head board, the feeling of his fingers pressing hard into the solid wood grounding him.

But the next drag of his dick has him panting into the crook of your neck—

“Can’t believe you were keeping this from me baby.”

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"I'm (not) scared."

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Jason was a genius boy wonder…

So I’ve gotten into webtoons over the past few months and I just wanted to share some of the really great ones I’ve finished and am still reading (because they’re still ongoing ;-;)

If you love historical, fantasy and romance like me, try these!

COMPLETE:

My Dear Cold-Blooded King

My first webtoon and what a gateway it was! STUNNING ART, captivating story line and a good ole love triangle to make my heart tingle.

The Reason Why Raelina Ended Up At The Duke’s Mansion

Another winner! I read this over the course of a day. That’s how good it was. This also was my gateway into the “oh no I’ve transversed space and time somehow and ended up in this new life and well, I guess now I’ll make the best of it” and boy, was I into it.

A Beauty, A Fatal Concubine

This one recently ended and took my heart with it! What a drama this would make honestly. A hardworking and clever protagonist who outsmarts everyone - we love to see it.

Ellin’s Solhwa

I’ve only finished this one in the past hour and did I love it so much! Another one of those “oops I got sent back in time into someone else’s body” but such a good story.

Ginger and the Cursed Prince

Recently completed and what a lovely ride it was - our once antagonist tries to change the narrative and make herself the protagonist but it’s not so easy when our male lead can read minds…

ONGOING:

The Remarried Empress

Boy, oh boy, do I have nothing but LOVE for this series. Again, a clever female protagonist just trying to do her job but her idiot husband keeps getting in the way so she finds herself a new man! LOVE.

Beatrice

Another one of those “I have another chance at life” webtoons with an adorably in love male lead who can’t quite figure out how to tell her just yet.

My First Night With The Duke

The “oh no I’ve somehow ended up in this novel” trope which I’ve come to adore. Our protagonist is hilarious and plucky and sends our poor duke into a tizzy.

Like Wind On A Dry Branch

The least amount of chapters so far and a bit of a slow burn but we’ll get there eventually. So far also a very different story compared to the others

Men of the Harem

Reverse harem? A female emperor? Yes please.

Under the Oak Tree (I ran out of space for pretty pictures) - also a slow burn but we’re building up

Lucia - a second chance but very dark background for the hero!

I am the Male Lead’s Ex-Girlfriend - I only just found this one but it’s already so so good; I love buttholes to live to regret their choices

I Don’t Love You Anymore - our female lead finally puts down her foot, gives up on her one sided love and moves on - and of course that means the idiot she loved only just realises he’s an idiot and wants her back. Too bad for him, she’s already got herself an even better man! And he’s a prince!

Father, I Don’t Want to Get Married! - combination of “help I’m in a novel” and the novel villainess gets a second chance at life - but how can her father be that good looking? Like I love the male lead, he’s adorable and slowly understanding that he’s attracted to her, but the father is actually melting me slowly

Villainous Violet - ditto the above trope but with so many men now in love with her and a super pissed off antagonist!

His Majesty’s Proposal - this time it’s the emperor doing the chasing and I love it

First Miss Reborn - 180+ chapters of revenge with our intelligent heroine foiling schemes at every turn and our devoted prince supporting and loving her every step of the way :’)

Midnight Rain - very different from all the others I’ve mentioned; starts out from kids to adults (we’ve only just reached the teens) but there’s horrible rich people, an illegitimate son and a budding love triangle.

Death is the Only Ending for the Villainess - I’ve heard a lot of buzz regarding this one and I love reverse harem and I like the fact that we get to quite literally see her progression in the love percentage bars above all the male leads’ heads!

Who Made Me a Princess - ngl, it took me a couple of chapters to get into this one but I pushed through because I’ve seen a lot of good reviews about this and it has not disappointed. Not as much romance as the above but the hot daddy theme is getting to me…

The Lady’s Law of Survival - a weak duchess dies and her body is taken over by a spirit who’s had several failed lives and is determined to make this one work - by kicking butt and taking names and getting revenge for the previous body’s owner! I really like this one

I’ll be the Matriarch in this Life - I finished all the available chapters in this so quickly; another reborn heroine who’s already slaying them all at the age of 8

The Reason Why Ophelia Can’t Get Away From the Duke - this one’s dark but seriously so good…new step siblings lose their parents in a tragic accident, the stepsister wants to leave but the stepbrother won’t let her? Intriguing. What’s the story behind the parents’ death?

I Became the Ugly Lady - a second chance, magic and mystery! I’m a sucker for a personality makeover and then all the good relationships that come with it!

The Villainess Lives Twice - a marriage of convenience, carefully crafted plans, and a hint of true love breaking through

Please give them a go - the art is gorgeous, the storytelling incredible and the memories fantastic. They’re the reason I’ve been waking into the early hours of the morning.

I’ll keep updating this post as I find more because there are so many and I wanna spread the love. I might also be a tad bit obsessed...

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