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My love, Shuri had called him.
Two simple words, and Namor had been absolutely, indubitably stunned.
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Steps to the Shore by seekingtomorrow
Fandoms: Black Panther (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
16 Nov 2022
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Defeated once again, Namor slunk back and let the princess drag him. The two made for an odd spectacle, Shuri limping ahead, one hand wrapped around the muscled leg of the Feathered-Serpent God as he lay back, seemingly resigned to his fate.
How Namor might have made it back to the water after his final battle with Shuri.
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Forays Into Xenophilia and Other Moral Quandaries by Anonymous
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir
10 Jun 2026
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Grace is repulsive.
Grace is disgusting.
Grace is a creeping horror made manifest.
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teach me where to touch you (i want to make you feel good too) by incapablemuse
Fandoms: Iron Lung (2026), Project Hail Mary (2026)
24 Jul 2026
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Grace stares at Simon in horror.
"You overheard me," Grace mumbles. His hands are caught in his hair and now he's tugging the strands with enough strength to pull chunks out. Simon frowns.
"What's wrong?" Simon asks. "Where I came from, it was considered taboo, but when I researched it, it just seemed like a way to relieve stress. I assumed it was more normal in your culture. I understand."
The horror in Grace's expression morphs into something more curious. "…You're not uncomfortable?"
After a weird 24-something hours, Simon decides to do some of his own research about Earth's customs.
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“So, what are we looking at?” Grace turned to the mystery flower, his eyes widening as he finally saw it.
“I… I don't know. I was trying to look it up.” Suddenly fear gripped his heart. What if it was a dangerous flower? What if it was his fault that it was here? If Grace sent him away over it? What if-
“Simon… It's a dandelion.” Grace whispered in an almost reverent tone. Simon glanced towards the teacher, taking note of the grin spreading across his face.
“A what?”
Grace turned to him, that pretty grin instantly melting any fear the former convict had. “A dandelion, Simon. How'd it get here?” A disbelieving laugh escaped him in the last few words, and he reached down to gently caress the petals of the mystery flower—er, the dandelion.
Okay, so it's probably not poisonous, if Grace was willing to touch it. “Oh. What's a dandelion?”
That pretty smile turned to him again. “It's a weed!” He exclaimed, a giddiness in his tone.
Simon was so confused. “Isn't that… bad?”