✨Various x Reader One-Shots✨

𝙵𝚒𝚝 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝙰 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐 | 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛 | 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚕

The sun shone so brightly on the girl's face, her skin turning blue in tone. She tried to blink the sun stain away from her eyes, but it still followed her gaze. The mask she wore felt strange on her face, bulky on her small figure. Though she had seen the warriors wear them, she hadn't imagined they'd be so big. But the uncomfortable eel skinned mask was all worth it, because she got to finally see it. The surface her king had warned her about, and she obviously didn't listen. She wanted to see for herself the horrors and wonders that it held. How the air wasn't wet or the tree's weren't swaying in the waves. Or how the man approaching her wasn't swimming.

Nor was he smiling kindly as her father did. He pointed and shouted a language she didn't understand, here on the surface she wasn't welcome, something she had to learn herself. A lesson learned too late, she covered her head as he approached. She screamed when his body hit the sand. The girl peeled her tiny fingers from her face, to see a kind face. Belonging to a woman, wearing a brimmed hat. She shuddered back, now untrusting of the surface above. But the woman just crouched to her level and offered her hand. The girl searched for the man's body, but it was missing- not where the slamming had come from. It was only the smiling woman, in long brown gloves.

The girl took her hand, it was warm. Likely from the sun hitting the leather wrapped palm. She tilted the blue skinned girl's chin up, checking for any injuries. The ocean dweller studied her features, she looked much different than any woman she had ever seen. Strangely colored hair, eyes, sharp fangs, soft skin. She was foreign, the girl was sure, even more that she was from the heavens. A goddess had saved her. She had nine tails, covered in fur. Y/n checks her masks, an eyebrow raised. She looks behind the girl to the sea. The girl shook her head and tackled the goddess, she wasn't ready to go home yet. "Lailie' ma'!" 'not yet!' The woman hums, but steadies the little blue girl.

She looks back at the tree's beyond, Y/n scoops her up. The girl yelped in surprise, but saw how she lifted her to touch the tree's top. The girl smiled, and ripped one off, she planned to take it home. Y/n set her down, with the leaf in her small hands. Y/n pointed back to the sea, with a tilt of her head, but again the girl begged "Lailie' ma'!" 'not yet!'. She sighs but glances back at the tree. The fox snaps a few sticks off, and hands her the smoother one. The girl takes it, the dry and rough exterior wasn't foreign, but the ant crawling on top was. She let it crawl across her hand until Y/n lightly let it back onto the gravel near the beach. The little girl watched, waiting for her goddess to walk back. Just as she did, she used her stick to mark the sand.

The Talokan girl's eyes widened, the sand hadn't been swept away in the waves. Y/n began to draw in the sand, encouraging the girl to do the same. In seconds she was next to her, stick in hand. That until the girl ran into one of the furry tails sticking from y/n's skirt. The girl began to pet her, Y/n let the girl's hands go through the fur of her tails. She had looked so happy, Y/n didn't want to ruin it. That until a familiar ripple of water hit the fox's ears. Someone had come for her. Had the little girl in her hand's run away from the person emerging?

Y/n pushes the girl behind her in a protective stance. But that didn't stop her expression when she saw the man emerging from the water. He shined the afternoon sun, the water dripping from his pierced form. But that didn't stop her from holding the girl away from him.

She was everything he had and hadn't imagined. The little girl was right, she was so different from any woman of Talokan. So different from any woman he saw in Wakanda too. Something around her was screaming for him. Her long gloves, laced boots, and now sandy hat. Namor looks at the sand below, the stick in the little girl's hand. They had been playing. A surface dweller treated the blue little girl. She protected her even now. Something in his chest ached, the surface wasn't all evil and cruel. Now stood proof that he didn't want to accept. That he wasn't sure his people would accept, after everything he had said about the cruelty above.