Summary: Kore, the maiden, the girl, daughter to Demeter | Persephone, the goddess, the queen, wife to Hades | Namor comes to Wakanda looking to forge an alliance. When he meets Shuri, he changes the terms to give Wakanda everything they want — in exchange for Shuri's hand in marriage. While Ramonda refuses to even consider, Shuri can't help but be as drawn to Namor as he is to her. And the choices she makes will shape both their kingdoms in the time to come . . .
Why I Love It: So, there are always going to be the Hades/Persephone fics with a pairing like this. It’s just par for the course.
What I love about this is that Shuri not only has agency/autonomy, she is level headed and practices diplomacy, and she is full of wonder and joy. Her mother is still alive, so she is not bitter with hatred towards Namor. She is still the curious, nerdy, charming young woman that is eager to explore a new world. Namor does not push, this is not dubious consent. Nor does he manipulate. He is just as awed and curious and charmed by her as she is of him. And he is honest, as he is wont to be. The union is natural, though there are obstacles.
Ramonda, in conjunction, is not written as a mean-spirited villain here (as she has been in a few Nashuri’s I’ve attempted to read), just a concerned and still grieving mother. What would you do if a 500 year old blood thirsty God asked you for your only remaining and youngest child’s hand in marriage? Shuri patiently, and respectfully reasons with her mother, asking for her independence and gaining it on her own terms. Shuri does this while acknowledging her mother's grief and anxiety around losing yet another child. And to the depth of the sea no less. And because of this, Ramonda comes to recognize her daughter as a woman with her own right to choose as she pleases, though it pains her. Reluctantly, albeit. But it's there. A mutual understanding and respect for one another.
The story is ongoing, but the writer proves that the union between Namor and Shuri is a good one, and strong. That it was the right thing to do. It has its obstacles, of course, a good drama needs conflict, but they are not no-win scenarios. And if the characters miscommunicate at times, they always find their way to the truth and express it with love and trust (so far). I would call this writing a healthy depiction of what Nashuri could look like outside of canon.
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Oh man. What do I even say about Folie? Little teenage me listening to it in the computer room. Still crying to What a Catch even now. Got me through a lot and will probably continue to again. Hope they play some of it on tour.
I don't remember what it felt like, love, or whatever it was. Talking late into the night. The certainty of how I thought I knew you.
I don't remember the cadence of your voice, your face in profile. The slope of your shoulders hunched over a book.
I don't remember your hands, your laughter. The crookedness of your nose, the dimple in your smile. I don't remember why I used to think I loved you.
Time erases those memories: the shape of your mouth around my name, the wetness of the pillow I cried into, the nail polish I wore. I think I might still have it.
I have the jacket, the dress. I stood that afternoon, a little terrified. A little less myself.
But was it worth it in the end? The way we were, if only for a moment?