#kulkukan

[thejawsdevour]

Salarrué (Salvadoran) - Kukulkán (oil on canvas, 1949)

[usagii-bun]

𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇 ( NAMOR X READER ) PT.4

in which you find a child floating in the water and you save them only for your acts of kindness to get misinterpreted by the father who is also the king of an underwater civilization.

PLEASE READ THIS FIRST : this is a story i am writing on wattpad but my wattpad version is more in detail, slightly different and has an oc ( alora ). It has 6 chapters thus far and still work in progress if you want you can check it out with the link below or use the linktree link in my bio to access wattpad but if you feel more comfortable with x reader I'll try and get all the chapters I have currently published over here in a few days

hiraeth ( namor ) wattpad | oc version!

PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3 , PART 4

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IT WAS NOW EVENING, the sun dipping below the horizon kissing the ocean goodbye, the sky a purplish-orange color adorn with a few grey clouds as Huracan and you were still outside enjoying the last bits of the day before it was time to go back in.

You had came to term with the fact that Huracan staying with you was only going to be momentarily. You grew attached to the child due to the loneliness that you felt from staying by herself for months in isolation, away from others due to your health issues.

You wondered if Huracan was also lonely and just wanted some company but your mind now questioning if Huracan has a family, what if they are waiting for him? Worried about him and in search of him, thinking of the worst things that could have happened to him. This left you to ruminate over

your thoughts as your gaze fall on the sky, that is becoming darker and darker.

There was thunder clouds looming above you due to the hot weather you experienced today, the clouds were forming and becoming aggravated with each second that passed by— this alarming you as you walk back to the tidal pool to retrieve Huracan and putting a stop to your fleeting thoughts.

"C'mon, Hura. We need to get back in." You say, watching as the boy breaks through the surface of the water— eyes sparkling with life as he listens to you instantly, emerging from the pool only to latch onto your arm, his skin turning back into a shade of blue as you both walk home.

The rain came down. It suddenly came down heavy causing you to gasp in shock when the harsh rain pelted down onto you, you turn towards Huracan to notice that he had his eyes closed— enjoying the rain water that got soaked into his skin while you on the other hand felt a shiver tingling down your spine even though the air was warm.

Knowing that if you had to stay in the rain for way too long— you would definitely get sick but watching the boy enjoy the fresh water that falls onto him , you decided to wait a few minutes because seeing his face brighten up from just the simple feeling of rain water against his skin made you realize that the simple things in life is what makes living much better, it made you feel at ease with yourself.

A bright flash of purple and then a loud crackling noise followed by a hiss came from above you and Huracan shocks you at the loud noise and the thunderstorm that has finally brewed up, the rain became even heavier causing your heart to beat faster.

"Let's get back inside, we don't want to become fried fish today." You say, laughing at your lame excuse of a joke which Huracan didn't understand fully but he did understand that you wanted to go back inside from the way your body had stiffened slightly.

He was about to agree but then the sight of a shiny, shell that was a bit closer to the ocean water grabs his attention— he wanted to get that shell so that he could give it to you, forgetting that you wanted to go back in as he leaves your side, alarming you as he runs down the bank to go and retrieve the shell.

"Huracan!" You shout out alarmed, the rain pelting down heavily, the sky above you becoming dark— the only source of light now coming from the lighting that viciously flashed from above and the few outside lights from your house.

You slide down the steep slope to get to the boy only for your flip-flop to get stuck into something and in turn crashing into the youngster causing him to also fall and let out a small yelp.

"oh gosh, Hura! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to!" You cried out, you moved to his side to see that you had slightly bruised his knee cap, crimson escaping from the bruise as guilt consumes you from being so unconscious and not watching where you walked.

Huracan didn't feel much pain from the small bruise, he was about to tell you it's okay but you tore a small part of your shirt to help stop the bleeding. A small amount of blood covered your finger tips when you wrapped the small piece of cloth around his tiny knee cap, tightening the cloth around it.

A throbbing feeling around your ankle became prominent as you gazes down at your leg, to find that you had slightly twisted your ankle due to your flip-flop getting stuck onto something— that being the whole reason you slipped.

A small cry leaves from your parted lips, the thunderstorm viciously going on above them as the rain fell down. Your body was drenched in rain water, making you shiver adding more to the pain you felt in your ankle.

"Y-Y/N!" the young child cried out grasping onto your shoulders, he gazed at you to find that tears were also trailing down your cheeks with the rain water, your hands covered in wet sea sand and dabs of blood.

This made tears to form in Huracan's eyes, he was now scared and worried about you, the person that took care of him like he was their own child— he didn't know what to do to help you, making him feel even more worried and scared as the thunder flashed and rumbled.

Your body that trembled suddenly went stiff, your blood running cold— you felt like you and Huracan were being watched.

You were right.

The sound of something fluttering, similar to the sound of a rattle snake mingled with the harsh noises of the rain, lightning and the waves that crashed close by.

The fluttering sound stops , it suddenly goes eeirely quite, Huracan's whimpers go silent and before you could comprehend whether you was just feeling paranoid —something grasped the collar of the shirt you wore and pulled you harshly away from Huracan, throwing you to the other side away from him.

You heard Huracan scream your name out, your body feeling extremly numb, the world around you spinning while terror sunk into every firbe of your being.

Your neck twists to the side to see what had thrown you so viciously away from Huracan, fear laminating in your eyes, your gaze being met with the tip of a sharp spear, your body flinching away from it in terror but it was now pressed against the side of your neck in a threatening manner to slice your head off clean.

The lightning struck again, giving you a better vision of what was being hostile towards you , your eyes widening when your gaze falls on a man— his entire being radiate regality from the way his body oozed confidence to the jewelry that was adorn upon him. His chest covered in some sort of metal that was beautiful crafted, the same type of metal also adorning his biceps and wrists.

She also noticed that he had pointed ears, adorn with jewels just like the rest of him.

You shakily raise your hands, to say you was no threat or harm but this act seemed to make the man even more infuriated when he spotted dabs of blood smeared on your finger tips and then seeing blood around the area where Huracan was.

"How dare you take my son away and harm him?"

Shit. Was the first thought that came to your mind, you was right, Huracan did have someone to go back to— your thoughts being cut short when the cold tip of the spear pressed even closer to your neck that you could feel the pressure tearing slightly into your skin.

Your words were stuck in your throat from fear, you couldn't formulate a response except for a shaky breath to escape past your lips, your body trembling from pain and fear.

Due to your lack of response that made the King even more agitated, his spear was about to press into the side of your neck but tiny hands wrapped around his arm, holding it in place before he could slash at you.

"Father, please don't!" the young child cried out in his own language, this alerting the king who turns towards his son— the furious look that had adorn his face moments ago was replaced by one that was filled with worry.

"Huracan, my child. Are you alright? Did it hurt you?" his voice venomous when he says the word it , you didn't understand what they were saying but from the side glare the man had passed to you, you knew he had said something about you.

"No! Do not bring harm to y/n, she had saved me! Please do not harm her, she didn't do anything wrong. If you want to punish someone, father— it should be me, I should have never left Talokan." The boy sobs out, hearing Huracan's broken voice made your chest hurt— your eyes squeezing shut to prevent any tears from escaping as everything around you started to spin, the world around you becoming blurry as all the pain you felt physically and emotionally became blunt.

Your vision being filled with black dots that became larger until your eyes closed completely, body slumping into the sand— the fear you felt along with the pain made you fall unconscious this grabbing Huracan's attention, the boy letting go of his father's arm to rush towards you.

A cry leaves past his parted lips, his hands reached out to hug your cold body against his.

"Look what you have done, father. You killed her!" The boy says inbetween sobs, you was far from dead but to Huracan seeing your still body, no warm smile on your face and your eyes that twinkled with care and affection was no longer there— you looked dead to him.

K'uk'ulkan looked down at you. His son held onto you so gently, the rain easing down — the thunderstorm slowly clearing up.

"Hura.. she's not dead." The king says while his inner voice says  'well not yet'. He didn't trust you, this human but the way his son held onto you like his own life depended on you— he could not just kill you after he found out you had saved his son.

"You have to help her then or else I'll hate you forever." Huracan suddenly spat out— eyes shining bright with anger and saddness, his words stung K'uk'ulkan , his heart aching at the words his son spewed at him. An expression of hurt forms on K'uk'ulkan's face, a soft sigh leaving past his lips.

He glances down at your unconscious form that laid on the sand, his son's words floating around in his mind. He bends down towards you, taking in your features— noticing your skin has gotten paler and your ankle was swelling.

He was not keen on helping you, a surface dweller, he had hate for these disparage creatures but seeing how his son has become attached to you, clinging. He couldn't just kill you.

With one last glance towards your unconscious body, he looks back towards the raging ocean as he signals for Namora to come to him. He turns away and looks down at his son, his heart softening when he sees the tears on his cheeks as he sighs lightly.

'I'm only doing this for you my child.'

PART 5

[demigoddessqueens]

sun and moon

AND THE FIVE TIMES HE WANTED TO KISS YOU

Summary - a lonely soul realizes what he has been longing for when you cross paths by chance.

found on masterlist V // also here on ao3

He had seen you flittering around in the early gleams of dawn. Were you a spy his people had warned him of or some arrogant intruder? Namor figured to get answers for himself. He laid in waiting one night before you passed by. As soon as you did, the king of Talokan sprinted after you

You were….glowing. Essence of light radiating off your skin and hair, eyes luminous in the night. He held you by the waist but couldn’t stop staring in the gleaming light, caught in surprise at the revelation. Not a human, but something and someone entirely different. When he asked for your name, he wanted to hear it again.

“I’m…I’m y/n, patron to the Sun.”

“I’m Namor.”

The first time Namor wanted to kiss you was when you crossed paths again after that fateful night. You had gathered on the shores of the beach, dawn fast approaching with her rays. It looked as if you were in worship to your patron, thanking for the gifts and abilities you wielded. Seeing as it was a more intimate moment than most, he left you for now but remembered what flowers you wore in your hair.

The second time he wanted to kiss you was when you showed each other the worlds you came from. Flying with him put your nerves on edge at first since you weren’t used to it, but that all melted away when you showed him the temples and shrines you frequented. Namor couldn’t tear his gaze away when the excitement grew in your eyes. It was almost irresistible when you toured Talokan with him.

The third time Namor wanted to kiss you was out of desperation. Yes, he knew you were an ally to Bast and her children. But did you care for him? Was he too late in revealing any feelings to you? “If you do this, I cannot guarantee—I insist that you stay behind and—.”

“I cannot abandon them, Namor. I—care for you, but I can’t—.”

He was turned away from you when you heard the sad sigh. “I know.”

The fourth time he imagined kissing you was after the battle between his people and the Wakandans. You never looked more ethereal in armor, and he didn’t have a care in the world if he were to just kiss you now. Let them all see!

By the fifth time, Namor thought a centuries-long courtship was out of his grasp. You had been a friend, confidant, and an adversary. On that last note, he thought it hopeless of any chance to pursue you, but he was proven otherwise when you appeared back on the shores. The same ones he first met you on, and with an inviting smile.

“I thought you never wanted to be near here again…”

Your strides forward were in confidence as you kept the iron gaze. As soon as you reached him, trembling hands cupped his face as his enveloped yours.

“I couldn’t stay away even if I tried.”

You inched closer to his lips before he pulled you in. Like waves crashing on rocks, you melted into Namor’s arms as fingers wove through his soft dark hair.

[cyb3rscoups]

Accepting His Advances

A/N: Suggestive content ahead. Please Enjoy <3

Accepting his advances on Ao3

Awkward was not the word. More so humiliating, embarrassing, beyond return. I mean if Okoye could launch herself out of the window of the throne room and survive, she would.

“Do either of you want to explain?” M’Baku, suppressing his laughter behind an authoritative statement. Namor on his right side, doing the same.

She could rip their throats out now. Luckily it was only them to witness such a thing and not the elders. Oh if it had been the elders, she’d be named whore across the billboards.

Attuma clearing his throat beside her grounded her thoughts to reality. The two spared a glance at each other before he started.

“Okoye and I have been seeing each other.”

“Glory to Hanuman.” M’baku chuckled. “Tell me. What brought on this little arrangement eh?”

His gaze was locked on Okoye who had not let up her sharp glare since they were summoned.

If Attuma could explain it, he would lay it there but his words caught and he looked at the woman for clarification. “My love.” He nudged her to speak but instead was met with a glare.

“It was just a couple of training matches. That is all.”

“Looked a lot more to me. How about you Kukulkan?”

“I’d say the same Lord M’baku.”

Okoye rolled her eyes and Attuma lowered his head as he smirked.

“I am attempting to pursue the general, though she is a stubborn woman. I wish nothing more than for her to be open to accept me.” Attuma made it sound as simple and clean as he could.

Okoye could feel her chest tighten as Attuma spoke his words in front of their leaders. She wanted to punch him in his chest, to kick him in his side. Anything really to shut him up.

“Okoye! Do you accept this man and his advances?”

M’baku was having too much fun with this and she was not happy about having their relationship somewhat exposed to outsiders. “Answer me quick general.”

“Yes. I-“ She rolled her eyes. “I accept him.”

“And his advanc-“

“Yes! By Bast and his advances.” She pouted like a child who was forced to apologize by their parents. She felt like a child right about now.

Attuma had always been so straight forward with her and yet she was equally as shy. It was hard to let him into her life even in little bits. And when they got caught, it was like everything became real.

“Good! Then this shall be the first example of a strong alliance between Talokan and Wakanda.”

“Wait! You’re not telling the elders are you?!” Okoye stepped forward.

“I must tell them Okoye. Would you rather them find out by mere village talk? At least through me they will take it seriously.”

The woman took a deep breath, already preparing herself for the endless knocks on her door and curious stares she would get when visiting the market. Everyone would know within days.

She hadn’t noticed Attuma standing so close to her until his fingers threaded in between hers, locking their hands together.

“Okoye.” He spoke softly.

“You know, you’re not exactly the king of subtle.” She chuckled nervously.

“I never intended to be. Only to love you. Be honest, is this not what you want?”

“Attuma, I want this. I swear I do but I wanted it to be just about us for a little longer. Do you understand?”

The man nodded. “You wanted privacy. Away from the eyes of our countries.”

M’baku shrugged. “You seemed to care a lot less about privacy on that beach then.”

Ah yes. The reason they were here in the first place, discussing the terms to their relationship.

When his courtship first began, Attuma gifted her a conch. One to call on him from Wakanda to Talokan.

Every night along the river border, and fairly late into the night, she would call him and he would come. They would eat and talk, lay on the sand, or each other.

And there would be times when they would indulge on the beach. Wandering hands and soft skin met more often then Okoye would like to admit.

That particular night, Attuma had taken his time to break her out of her hard exterior. His mouth latched to her neck as soft whines spilled from her lips.

“Attuma..It’s getting late.” She gripped his arms as he growled against her.

“It had always been late, my love. You need to better your excuses.”

His hands moved to hook under her thighs and hoist her up around his waist. “How do you feel?” He asked.

Okoye nodded. “I’m fine. I just- what if some one sees?”

With his body as a distraction, her senses were not as keen on her surroundings. Attuma smiled as he looked around the small patch of land.

“You mean Aneka?” He nodded towards the bushes, just as the girl stumbled out, her kimoyo beads flashing as they produced pictures of the night.

Okoye freed herself from his hold and sent an elbow to his nose in shock.

“Oh my Bast.” She huffed. “Aneka what are you doing?!”

The girl just stood looking between the general and Attuma’s bleeding nose. “Lord M’baku had some suspicions.”

[kofedraws]

referencia pose https://twitter.com/phodon_TRACE/status/1251808179903533057

[darklinaforever]

Riri and Namor discussing Shuri.

Riri: I bet your chances of getting her number would increase if you spared my life.

Namor: That's ridiculous.

Namor: But what percentage are we talking about?

[lunathebee]

Has anyone made a trilogy where the reader is a pretty mermaid who meets Namor and then falls in love, and the final chapter will be him and her swimming-dancing (idk, it's like a mating dance) with Con la Brisa playing in the background or do I have to do that? Come on y'all, I've already got a few things up my sleeve-

"You're a mutant, like me." "Yes..." 

*Y/n shows Namor the pearl jewelry* "Isn't it pretty?" "Yes, so pretty- ah yes the pearl bracelet?...pretty"

Namor shows Y/n his kingdom, Talokan, watching her swim around smiling and interacting with his people.

"What is shining so brightly?" *Namor is too busy staring at her sparkling eyes to answer*

UGH THE POSSIBILITIES ARE ENDLESS 

[evilbubu]

I'm really liking the conversations surrounding wakanda forever. the silly ones as well as the more serious topics, such as indigenous erasure and colonisation.

speaking of colonisers, the rage I felt when France had the audacity to ask Wakanda to share their resources with them is fucking insane. It hurts so much seeing the US and European countries feel entitled to Vibranium.

Like isn't it enough that they've stolen land, killed, enslaved, raped indigenous people. They still want more? They literally cannot handle the idea of non-White nations having power and anatomy over themselves.

It's disgusting and makes me absolutely furious. And the worst is that Shuri can't be angry. can't be vengeful like how other white nations can. She can't. Because if she does, the whole world will have the perfect excuse to attack her nation and strip them of everything they've ever had. Shuri has to keep peace to the best of her abilities to protect innocent people.

So now it's her and Namor against the world.