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Girl..Girl..GIRL. Namor...His huge hands.....My throat.....His mouth...Next to my ear.....calling me His whore WHILST PUSHING HIS HIPS DEEPER
pairing: namor x (f)reader
warnings: eighteen+ content, p in v, that ends poetically soft, dirty talk, choking, mentions of past roughsex, aka how can I have him say whore without actually saying whore, itzia means princess.
note: once again i 100% believe this man looks at dirty talk like a form of poetry, another art form for him to excel in!!
“Is mine the only one that can make you feel this way, itzia?” He grunts into your ear, half a smirk brushing against your lobe when he can feel the strangled noise you let out against his palm. “Do other men fuck you as good as I? Good enough to have you trembling against my chest and taking my cock like that’s all you were made to do?” His fingers loosen their hold against the column of your neck, the pants that concave your chest to rise and fall rapidly against his, an abundance of air reaching your lungs once again—not why he has moved his large palm.
He’s not interested in an answer to a question he already knows. A praise he can hear in your breaths and gasps and moans when you’re letting his given name harmonize from your lips like the sweetest melody he’s ever heard.
No, he’s only moving his hand so he can pull your legs further up his sides. So they’re now pushed just under his arms, angling you perfectly so he’s fucking you even deeper—slower. The drag of his cock torturing your insides worse than when he fucks you hard; palms reddening your ass, his spit running down your chin, grip at the back of your skull so tight you think you might pass out.
How he’s fucking you right now feels religious, worshiping. Like he’s praising you with his cock and then tearing you down with his words.
Like a god who makes his people suffer for the good. For the blessings bestowed upon them.
Except he is a god and the blessing he’s giving you is making your walls flutter around him, and nails dig into the muscles of his back.
“You’re mine, itzia. For eternity I will have you like this.” The pressure of his lips against yours feels like a hot brand on your soul.
Seeing ppl say namor was manipulating shuri during her time in Talokan makes me weep. Because how does one lack the skills to simply not be wrong
namor being called “a child without love” by a spanish friar who was cooperating with and supporting conquistador enslavers when namor was literally there because he loved his mom and she loved the surface world and this was her home and they were desecrating it with pure evil.. oh it made me MAD
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
𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇 ( NAMOR X READER ) PT.3
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
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THE SKY WAS A PEACH color in the early morning. The ocean was calm, the sun that was slowly getting up from its slumber greets the ocean with its rays of light causing the ocean to twinkle and sparkle like stars.
Your eyes were still fogged with sleep but when the first ray of light entered your room, your slumber was broken— your mind instantly telling you to get up and check on Huracan.
"Hura.." you mumbled out, voice still laced with fatigue when you entered the bathroom to find that the young child was already up— gaze was lingering at the window that was across from him, staring at the sky that was slowly turning from a shade of peach-red to a blue.
"You're up, Good Morning." You say, your voice was calm with a subtle hint of fatigue , Huracan turns towards you — a lopsided smile plastered on his face, he seemed to be much better then before.
"Good Morning" the boy says out in english, his words were thick with an accent but it did surprise you, that he had picked up on basic greetings.
"Well this is a pleasant surprise." You state heading towards the side of the bath tub to check on Huracan's wounds. The boy adjusted himself in the water so that you could check his wounds, when you had peeled off the last bit of bandages a gasp leaves past your lips— the bite mark from the shark was completely healed just leaving behind a scar—such healing would take months, maybe even a year but Huracan was healed in a weeks time.
"It's gone.." you mumbled out, gazing back up at the boy that smiled at you.
˖࣪ 𓇬 ˖࣪ 𓇬 ˖࣪ 𓇬
After getting ready for the day and feeding Huracan and yourself, you decides to take him out— deciding that it was now time to let him go.
Your time with him was short but it was also worth every moment you spent with him.
The air was warm today, the ocean was calm— it was a perfect time to send him back. Your hand held onto his as you both walked towards the ocean, the sun being the only witness to know that you had helped and saved the prince of the ocean.
Huracan stared at the ocean, the place that was his home but he didn't want to go back yet, he really enjoyed the company you gave him— you gave him affection he lacked, even though back at home, everyone in Talokan including his father showered him with love and affection but the type of affection that you had given to him, made him feel even safer and calm— it was motherly affection that he lacked and unknown to you, you gave him that affection for the short time you have known each other.
Suddenly, Huracan let's go of your hand and runs instead towards the direction of the tidal pool— your brows knitting together as you follow him, he turns back towards you and suddenly hugs your waist— shocking you.
"Hura, what's wrong? Do you still feel pain ?" Your voice laced with worry, the boy understood the word 'pain' and could sense the panic in your voice, hugging you tightly.
"D-don't want to go back yet, stay with you for a bit." the boy stammered out in english causing you to look down at him, shocked that he could form a sentence in english and also feeling relieved that he didn't want to leave you yet, a smile forming on your face as you softly placed your hand on his back and hugged him back gently.
"Okay, I won't let you go until you feel most comfortable to but if I see that the surface is affecting you really badly, I'll be forced to send you back— okay?" You say in a soft tone, the boy understood you slightly and nods his head, letting go of you and then pulling you with him into the tidal pool causing a laugh to escape your parted lips.
This was the first time in years you had felt genuinely happy.
Little did the two of you know, that you were being watched from somewhere in the ocean— eyes trained on the both of you in worry, anger and panic.
"We should go and take him now, Namora." Attuma insists, anger boiling in his blood at the fact that you , this surface dweller had taken the young prince— after days of searching for Huracan, they finally found him.
Huracan had snucked out of Talokan— the young boy was curious about the world beyond the uderwater city but that curiousity had lead to him getting lost and also being attacked by a shark resulting in him being unconscious and floating up to the surface where Alora had found him.
The dispearance of the young prince, left an enraged king— who didn't blame anyone but himself, he was so wrapped up around the issue of the surface dwellers finding out about Talokan along with the tension that was between Talokan and Wakanda that he didn't have time to see to his son— this was his biggest regret.
Namora surveys the behavior of you with Huracan, she notices that you was not being hostile with the young prince rather you was playing around with him but something also told Namora that you could be using a façade.
"The surface dweller does not seem to be a threat , we can't just go in and kill. We must inform K'uk'ulkan first before we do anything else." Namora states and submerges into the water, Attuma was in disbelief at her words as he gives one last glance at the prince and you, a venomous glare being thrown at you before he submerged into the depths of the ocean.
˖࣪ 𓇬 ˖࣪ 𓇬 ˖࣪ 𓇬
Talokan was in despair after the disappearance of Prince Huracan. The young boy was the King's only son whom he treasured with his heart and soul, now the king was anguished in despair at the fact he may have lost his son forever.
He had sent his top generals to go and seek for the young boy one more time, in hopes of any sightings before he went on a rampage in finding his precious son. His generals were back , his heart ponding as he sees no sighting of Huracan.
"K'uk'ulkan" they both said in unison, doing the hand gestures towards their king who returned it back.
"anything?" the king's voice was rasp, his tone filled with hope and a mixture of sadness. Attuma steps forward, pressing his spear into the ground.
"We have found sightings of Harucan." Attuma states, this causes the King's body to jerk up— his heart beating faster and hope burning through his veins.
" than where is he ? "
"However, we have found that he was on the surface with a surface dweller." Attuma said, voice monotoned.
These words made K'uk'ulkan's blood boil, his face that was perceived in a calm manner twisted into an enraged one, he gets off his thrown in anger.
"What ? And did you two not think of retrieving him back?" K'uk'ulkan angrily asks, trying to push back his anger that he didn't want to throw at his people, for this anger was towards himself and the surface dweller that took his son from him.
"They don't seem to be hostile with Prince Huracan but we can not be slow as we do not know the true intentions that this surface dweller holds." Attuma states, voice gravel with caution and stoic as their King's blood boiled in anger as to what this surface dweller might do to his only heir.
"We shall leave now to retrieve him." The king announces, the two generals follow behind their king— who's mind was now only focused on the safety of his son.
PART 4
Listened to it when I saw it, it's true it represents him well
YOU GUYS! I was digging through old songs I used to blast, and this song describes Namor perfectly.
It kinda describes his interactions in the entire film and his origin story too. 🥹 Please listen to it and tell me what you think.
This is the link
p.s. It could be seen as his friendship and eventual demise of said friendship with Shuri. Or for the shipping community- it could describe his grief for his mistakes. Don't start throwing hands in the comments, pls. 💓
Namor: I have ways of making surfacers talk- to me, to me Jeff, taata’s working- Omgsh did you draw this? That is very good!
Jeff: Mrrrrr!
no thoughts just this 😵💫
I went to go see the movie again and noticed something! The Talokanil woman that was offering food to Shuri and Riri had an ear piece that pointed her ear!
I wonder if they do it as a way to honor K'uk'ulkan! I popped into the Marvel store after the movie and guess what they had???
THE EAR CUFF!
The second chapter of "El Dios de la Brisa" will be out tomorrow! 💙
Thank you so much to everyone that read the first chapter, you've all been so generous and kind! Hopefully you will like the second chapter as well! :)
L'iik'ik Talokan!
i'm saying this as a (usually) full on women-loving sapphic, I enjoyed every SECOND of them thick ass fine specimen m'baku & namor
ah, don't mind me, just sobbing over here...
representation matters so so so very much♡♡♡
ES POR ESTO QUE LA REPRESENTACIÓN ES IMPORTANTE
THIS IS WHY REPRESENTATION MATTERS
[trans]
Interviewer: Your speech and your mission have always been worthy representation and respect above all. Especially about equal opportunities for the "moreno" (brown) people, for racialised people, not only from Mexico but from all of Latin America, from all over the world. And now you're here. You're K'uk'ulkaan, you're Namor, you're a Funko (toy). You're all that.
Tenoch: Ah, huevo! (kinda like "oh, god" / "oh, yeah", happily)
Interviewer: So, what do you think it'll mean for representation in Latin America and Mexico, for all of us who are getting this important message?
Tenoch: The only thing I want is that the next time boys and girls look at themselves in the mirror they feel proud of that reflection. That they see there was never anything wrong with them but rather with the eyes that judged them. If that happens, I've made it.
Interviewer: Thank you so much.
(They hug. The interviewer's been rather emotional the whole time but now they start to really cry.)
Tenoch: It hurts, dude, doesn't it? But we're going to begin healing. (He gives the interviewer a kiss on the forehead)
same, oh my god. this song is otherworldly. combined with the breathtaking scenery of talokan? MAGIC.
that was an out of body experience!
i lovee love loooove this whole movie, but this scene is by FAR my favorite. i was so gone i didn't even notice that i had my mouth open haha
100/10 film. representation (!!!) , story, relationships, characters, music, settings, EVERYTHING.
a work of art.
Con La Brisa from the Black Panther: Wakanda Forever album is so fucking addictive. Just came back from watching the movie, it was amazing and the song has been on repeat since I came out of the theater.
Friendly reminder! Don’t make Namor speak Spanish in your fics. Yes, I know Aquapapi is played by Tenoch Huerta (y está buenísimo el hombre ik), but Namor’s native language is Yucatec Maya. Making him speak the language of the colonizers who killed his people for terms of endearment and playing it off as his first language is a bit insulting, I think.
Wild Hsr sneak but I could not help myself
Now that school is over, I’m posting a doodle dump from when I was bored out of my mind cause I finished the test early.
Guys I really love her
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ajaw & Ixlel (Genshin Impact), Waxaklahun Ubah Kan & Ajaw, Waxaklahun Ubah Kan & Ixlel Characters: Ixlel (Genshin Impact), Ajaw (Genshin Impact), Waxaklahun Ubah Kan (Genshin Impact), The 13 Dragonlords (genshin), Xiuhcoatl (mentioned) Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Ajaw is implied to be the tenth dragonlord, Kukulkan-centric, Grief/Mourning, not stated out right but implied, Self-Doubt, Self-Reflection, Dysfunctional Family, like always, Pre-Canon, kinda... until the end, He just wants sleep Summary:
He just wanted some sleep; that was all he wanted. Kukulkan worked hard to keep his brother from literally bringing on the end of the world, coming up with every idea possible, so naturally, sleep was a treasure that he could rarely afford. The one time he could, he was woken by two smaller bodies pressed up against him, much to the silver prince's dismay.
The world just denied him any peace...
Got done with exams early but can’t leave yet so new Lil doodle
One day I’m going to talk about the dragon lords and their titles. ON EVERYONE’S SOULS, Ixlel can see the future 👍. It her entire name, I’ll be damned if it’s not important.
(In 3 she says “Chat…something is about to happen…” in case my handwriting is absolute shit)
Did you guys enjoy that meme? Good, good…
How about some nice angst to balance it out, it’s been to joyful on this blog lately.
Doomed brothers from Genshin combined with doomed brothers from supernatural….
(If you guys look really closely at Xiuhcoatl’s dialogue, you can see his inscriptions have a bit of purple to them 😁)
What do you mean this dialogue wasn't in the 5.5 WQ flahsbacks? I saw it with my two very own eyes.
(Inspired by a post I saw here but can't find now- I'll link it up when I do)
Spoilers for 5.6 Archon quest!!!!
Spoilers for 5.6 Archon quest!!!!
This is my son now, expect me to be a Durin main in the future.
Hoyo dont play with my emotions like this… THE WINGS, THE HORNS, AHHHHHH!!! I need more screen time, I need his playstyle—HE BETTER BE ABLE TO FLY.
How can I tie this to Natlan and possibly Xiuhcoatl rebirth.
Well one of the ingredients was flesh from the “immortal monster” of Mare Jivari, which is in natlan. I also found it interesting how to create life you need three ingredients. Sighhhhhh Hoyo I see what you’re doing, stop with the number three. Also could this possibly tie to how och-kan was created (maybe the other Dragonlords too??)
I mean dragon blood (check), flesh from the monster (check possibly), and an embryo. We don’t know if it’s exactly one of Rhine’s embryo or if it could truly be ANY embryo.
ALSO NAME DROP OF THE SHADE OF LIFE??AKA NABERIUS???
Guys I’m losing my mind (when am I not?)
It came to me in a vision…
Enjoy my first and last edit ever staring Huitzilopochtli and the song Blow by Ke$ha. Your welcome.
Thanks to @radaedan’s Drabble https://www.tumblr.com/radaedan/780633535801409536/you-know-back-when-i-thought-the-tzitzimimeh-were
I have the worst brain worm of Ajaw and Kukulkan interacting so I drew it
“Ink… dont you think that Ajaw is 10?” Yes but that’s not the point of this, plus I’m not against him being 04 and actually really love that theory so much. (Ajaw please be 10 or 04🙏🏻)
I’m bored out of my mind in class right now so I decided to compose a small list of my biggest natlan “What if”s. Bare with me 🙏
Starting strong with what if Ixlel joined the natlan human gang. It technically could work if she foresaw the fate of tollan so what if she ran off. Not sure how big the age difference between the cousins (her and Och-kan have) but I like to assume it’s not too big so what if Ixlel and Och-Kan both were from the same human tribe
How much different would it be if Kukulkan was the one to get infected by the abyss instead of Xiuhcoatl. Would Och-Kan even exist. What if in this scenario, the lords were only created to help kukulkan and with each lord failing, Xiuhcoatl created another one (he still stopped at 13 cause it was getting expensive, lmao).
I’ve kinda talked about this but what if instead of admiration, Och-Kan felt unbelievable jealousy and hate. Xbalanque literally took everything from him, his BIRTH purpose, his father, like I’m just saying I would feel hatred like nobody before.
What if Och-Kan was never released to the humans. I know in the notes Kukulkan released him cause the lords wanted to kill Och-Kan but what if he was raised among the dragons. How different would the human gang be, would Yunpanqui have even joined?? OH BETTER YET, his hatred was turned on Humans for all THEY have done when they (if the narrative still went as it should) stormed Tollan, killing the lords.
I know the titles that the lords have are just titles but I like to believe are more significant then that where it be their purpose or a hit at their fates so what if the titles were switched around. (I mean the titles are LITERALLY their names too so there is NO WAY they are not important to the characters)
Ima stop here for now but guys, think about it. The butterfly effect and how different things could have turned out… I’m just saying.
Rada, I’m going to explode if you don’t post this on Ao3. THIS WAS SO GOOD OMFG!!! I do not even have the right words to express how much I loved this. Definitely gonna reread it 100 times until the end of times come.
I KEPT LAUGHING AT KUKULKAN’S WAY OF DESCRIBING THE BABY 😭🙏.
ONGGGGG I CAN'T ANYMORE I HAVE TO WRITE FIRST-TIME MAMA XIUHCOATL STRUGGLING WITH HIS FIRSTBORN BABY CL-01 AAAAAAA I CANNOT CONTROL MY HANDS-
Written from Kukulkan's pov. Beware the bitterness. But Nibelung is here too and I write them really chill🤙
Btw should I upload this in Ao3 or let it stay in tumblr jail alongside the CL-04 fic?
"You should entrust him to a servant, my lord."
His lordly elder brother, the Sovereign whose dominion resided over the element of Pyro, ruler of the land blessed by phlogiston, the ever-majestic, wise, powerful, Xiuhcoatl, barely could turn his head.
All his attention was given to the little bundle in his arms, his eyes flitted between that tiny thing and Kukulkan, worried.
"I. Cannot." He said, in between that flitting gaze. "The Formidable Father would arrive soon and the people would hail us. We have not the time-"
"All the more reason to entrust him to a servants arms, my lord. Or shall you let him embarass us with his... behaviour?"
Xiuhcoatl opened his mouth, probably wanting to spit something laced with offence, but the baby's wail cut through his spite.
It was thundering, that wail. Raging and deafening like the coming of torrent. One that was haunting this entire moment.
Xiuhcoatl shushed that tiny thing, but the sound seemed only to egg that horrid thing to cry louder.
Kukulkan should have expected this outcome ever since the proposal of a formal meeting between them, the kingdom of the Primal Flame, and the Formidable Father, was voiced. It was not like the Formidable Father never visited his fellow Sovereigns, he came and went like the calming breeze, always welcomed and amicable. But this was the first time that he would officially 'meet' the Pyro Sovereign and his court, ever since the birth of its newest member,
That little, wailing thing, screaming atop of its tiny lungs and grasping his tiny fists to the sky, as if the air surrounding him offends him, whom Xiuhcoatl desperately tried to soothe.
That title and name tasted bitter in his tongue now, ash-like.
On a second thought, he should've see this coming in the moment when Xiuhcoatl hailed his birth, surprising and staggering, as he announced the baby by lifting with his hands up above for the whole stupefied court to see.
"Behold," he had boasted, full of bright smile and misplaced pride, "your first Dragonlord, my first son, CL-01, the Valiant One, Aj Nimalaj Chuq'ab Hun!"
The entire court was silent when they laid their eyes on them. And the silence was even more deafening when the sounds of that newborn's name and title resounded throughout the hall.
Before that moment, Xiuhcoatl had shutted himself inside his laboratory. One flowed with the power of the Primal Flame, the space filled with their races birthing blood.
None of Xiuhcoatl's subjects could know for certain what made him cooped there for so long, and some whisper in fear that he would bring a bad omen through his hands. Kukulkan had scoffed at that. Whatever objects or plans his brother had concocted, it was love and hope that he built the base upon. Not that Kukulkan would utter that knowledge straight to his brother's ears, though.
Alas, the thing that had emerged from his room and hoisted above upon that confounded crowd was beyond anyone's prediction, even Kukulkan's.
It was when the first shout had come, "He's glorious, my lord!"
And the other followed, "Yes, he shines bright and beautiful. Indeed, he shall grow strong and great!"
"Verily so, even now he must embodied the meaning of his name, the Valiant One!"
"The Valiant, our Dragonlord!"
And the cacophony of praise and well-wishes that followed, and the even brighter, burning smile that adorned his brother's face back then, that it had registered upon Kukulkan's mind-
'...First son?'
Xiuhcoatl had scolded him, that he, "has not received the newest member of our kin with proper joy and welcome. Please, Kukulkan. I know your character, but could you please be joyous in regard to the growing number of our brood?"
How back then he almost shouted, 'How could that thing could be of our blood, without foretelling or even a warning!? How could you just brought him up and force us to just accept him with fanfare!?'
But then he had chosen to grunt. How he sorely regretted to not voice his complain back then.
Now they must confront the damning consequence of that inaction. The shrill, ear-splitting yells. "How much time it takes to call a servant and calm him down? They stand just behind us. I shall call them now-"
"No, no, a huge crowd of people would only unsettle him more." As if Xiuhcoatl didn't display him upon the court back then, and they wouldn't formally introduce him to the highest power of the world soon enough! The little thing didn't scream his lungs off when he was propped above the crowd, nor the events after that.
He was fed. He was clothed. He slept well and enough. He was warm and he was loved. This little brat was crying just to spite them. "He'll calm down soon enough. We-"
"The 'soon enough' would be the time when the Formidable Father arrived, my lord. Of course, if you wish to greet them with such a furious cry, I have no objection, my lord."
The thing's wail cut the air once again, as if an enemy nodding along with his opponent's remark. Did this thing understand that they were in opposing sides?
"Good grief, Kukulkan. He's young, of course he would cry." He snarled, rocking the baby back and forth, patting his back, hoisting him closer. "I recall that your tears were also easily drawn out, back when we were also mere youth. You cannot judge him-"
"They were not without reason. And it is not my point. Just entrust him to a servant and be done with it. Once he calmed down, call the servant again and only after that we present him to-"
"No one could soothe him beside his nursemaid and I. And his nursemaid has called ill-"
"He has an array of caretakers. With only one fallen, the other must step up to her place. And it's her duty in the first place-"
"I've said that only his nursemaid and I could soothe his cries. No other than us could. And you think that I would work a subject of mine through her illness? I am not that-"
"Goodness, you are spoiling that child, you make him weak. He should accept that not all the world would fall to their knees and lick the ground he stepped-"
Before they could continue their argument, suddenly, as if finally gathering sentience and understanding the quarrel and the situation, that yelling, red-faced thing, ceased his terrible cries.
That was enough to silence them both. Xiuhcoatl slowed down his rocking and took a closer look to his face, scrutinizing, but with a look of relief.
Kukulkan was more than glad to voice his relieved groan, "Finally, he quiten down. Ah, raise your gaze, lord brother. The wings of the moon-"
"Wait," Xiuhcoatl said, worriedly, so much that Kukulkan returned his gaze to him. "He's ruckling his face."
"...And why is that concerning?"
"Because when he does that, he-"
Alas, Xiuhcoatl's words were cut off by the powerful blow of the wind, generated by the flaps of massive wings, currently shrinking. And yet, though greatly reducing the size, the figure still stood tall and majestic, glowing like the moon.
Formidable Father was here.
Kukulkan and Xiuhcoatl immediately bowed, though it was more difficult for the latter with the baby in tow. Somehow, even with Kukulkan noticing, the baby prevented their minds to fully register the coming of this venerable figure. Kukulkan tried to save their graces by opening the greeting. Bending his knees, kissed the earth, and said with his eyes still upon the ground "You have wearied yourself in coming, Formidable Father. Come and rest, my-"
"There is no need for such formality, dear child. My coming here is none other to greet the newest member of your brood. Come closer, my child. Is that tiny babe in your arms the expected child? Even afar, I could hardly describe him other than precious and charming. Yes, come closer, I wish to see him properly."
Xiuhcoatl, despite the reluctance exuding from his figure, stepped forward. From the years of standing by his side that Kukulkan could notice Xiuhcoatl's trembling arms and nervous gestures, as he display the baby in his arms, things that he easily hidden from others in plain sight. How his throat gulped when the Formidable Father touched the child, even tenderly. "May I?"
As if any of them could ever refuse the mightiest Sovereign. Xiuhcoatl gave the baby to them, though his serene expression said, 'no, no, please, my son, not now. Please, not in front of the Formidable Father.' The dragon in question received the bundle with such warmth, with such care, one could believe that they shared blood, that they were a pair of a grandfather, a father, and the newly born son.
Almost like a family.
Alas, not all thing is as soft as it looks. Ah, the ugliest and smelliest thing is also soft, too.
That was the happening now. The Formidable Father, though shrinked, still towered in figure and size. His two palms were enough to wrap the entirety of the baby's figure. He looked more cupped than held in the Formidable Father's hands, even with all the swadling cloth. Xiuhcoatl, seeing that there was no incident imminent, seen from the way he softened his gaze, started to talk to the Formidable Father about the baby, the growing city that he designated to be ruled by the tiny being in their arms someday (yet another decision that he took almost by himself), and his own state of affairs.
All almost went so well, too well, in fact, that the aforementioned happening that was thought to be avoided, turns out was being merely delayed.
Because then, between that the talk, the babe stirred.
And it was not the stirring of awakening, of regaining energy to behold the world with that childish sentience. No, it was-
"Ah," the Formidable Father said, so soft it almost sound as mere exertion of his breaths, if not for the stench of foulness, and the wriggling figure in their hands. "...it seems... the babe has..."
They did not need to continue. The smell already indicated everything.
And how horrified Xiuhcoatl's expression was.
The next passing was almost blurry with its chaos and hastiness. Xiuhcostl snatched the baby from the Formidable Father's hands, almost running off, but then stopped himself first with penitent bowing and frantic apologies, saying that he couldn't stay in this place before he ran away. Of course, he entrusted the duty to explain and clean the Formidable Father to him, his brother, always the convenient scapegoat. How he trembled, sighed, and frustratedly carried on his mission, both fearing and expecting the highest Sovereign's wrath.
Them, however, took the terrible happening with humor, as if it was something to be guffawed about. "I know that he's too quiet for a babe his age. I should already expect that. My, my." Then they laughed their heart away as they cleaned their hands.
If there was any lesson to be taken from such an embarassing happening, was that his brothet should curdle his foolish hope of raising another product of this kind of experiment. Bury that notion of "second son, third son" beneath the deepest of the ground. Thankfully, it seemed that this shameful moment hammered that thought deep inside Xiuhcoatl's mind. At least even when the baby's cries resounded throughout the palace, the thought that it would multiplied by quantity would not become a reality, and it gave him a good quality of sleep.
(Later on, when his brother emerged from his experiment chamber, the same one with phlogiston blessing upon the air, soil, and current, the wisdom that birthed his first child, face aglow, tired yet joyous, he did not need another announcement to know what was coming. The only thing that slightly surprised him though, was his wistful smile, "This is my second child and first daughter, CL-02, the Jade Maiden, Ix Je'lal K'ua'l Ka'".
He badly hope then, that the babe was slightly better than her elder brother. Younger siblings tend to be better than their elders, after all. Kukulkan himself was the example.)
Solo una foto normal de un padre junto a su hijo. (No te vuelvo a dibujar Kukulkán, no en el corto plazo)
*Boom* I somehow learned how to draw dragons??? And ofc this is on my History packet instead of my sketchbook or iPad, sighhhhh.
Anyway Kukulkan looks so good, chat (when does he not)
Please tell me you guys see this vision.
Ok so you know prince of Egypt and the song “Deliver Us” hear me out. The part with the mom and baby Moses but make it Kukulkan and Och-Kan.
(Once I learn to animate and have the patience to do so… it’s—in the mighty words of Kajenus—Xiuhover)
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This didn’t do as well as I hoped so I’ll reblog it
Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Och-Kan & Ixlel (Genshin Impact), Och-Kan & Kukulkan (Genshin Impact), Ixlel & the Dragonlords (Genshin Impact) Characters: Ixlel (Genshin Impact), Och-Kan (Genshin Impact), Waxaklahun Ubah Kan (Genshin Impact), The 13 Dragonlords (mentioned), Xiuhcoatl (mentioned) Additional Tags: Self-Reflection, Self-Hatred, Mindfuck, How Do I Tag, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Both Ixlel and Och-Kan are not having a fun time, Natlan (Genshin Impact), Natlan Lore (Genshin Impact), Internalized racism, Dysfunctional Family, Complicated Relationships, Angst, So much angst, Neon Genesis Evangelion References, POV Alternating, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Blood and Violence, Gore Summary:
The longer these chains bound her. Tightly keeping her within her stone-carved prison. Her memories corrupt on themselves, never-ending repetition of the past. When the Chronicler of the End Times must watch her own chronicle from her childhood to when the teal man skewered her heart with no ounce of guilt in his eyes. What Irony.
What had he done…Oh, in the name of the Sun, what has he become? That beast that he feared? Or perhaps even worse.