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Sassy Tenoch is my favorite Tenoch.
Tenoch Huerta on deciding to be an actor:
"I never dreamed of being an actor because you cannot dream with what you can't see. There weren't brown actors on TV or in movies, and the few you did see where only there to r*pe, steal, kill; or serve the table or open doors for people. There's nothing wrong with being a person who serves tables or opens doors, but in the fiction, as those characters were told, they were never given any power nor influence. They didn't even have a sense of dramatic purpose more than just being incidental characters. And the ones that did have dramatic weight to them were just assailants and murderers. So I never thought I could be an actor, a brown one nonetheless and without a pretty last name."
Full interview here.
Loved it. Want a second part.
You and Tenoch get stuck in an elevator together. Make it kind of fun and fluffy please.
TBH this is adorable.
Summary: You've only been Tenoch's personal assistant for a year. You recently got dumped and now you're stuck in an Elevator with him and things are getting cozy.
Turned into a little hurt/comfort with a splash of fluff
You held the doors of the elevator open while Tenoch said his last farewells to the production staff. The interview had gone well but had run over time a little and you were eager to move to the next location. Once Tenoch finally walked into the elevator and the doors closed, you took a long breath. Just one more interview for the day and then you could go home and wallow the way you wanted to. Tenoch glanced at you thoughtfully, looking you up and down but you didn't notice.
You shot off a text to his manager who had gone on ahead to prep the next interview. You were never one to complain about the long hours or busy schedule of the rising international star but today had been dragging. You let out a sigh of relief as you leaned up against the back wall of the elevator, letting your head lean back as you closed your eyes.
"If you keep sighing like that a demon will possess you," Tenoch joked, bringing up an old superstition you had heard before. He was standing nearly shoulder to shoulder to you, a habit of his that you had noticed when you first met him. "You've been very quiet recently, y/n."
"Life's been kind of crazy recently, Tenoch," You replied without opening your eyes. You could feel his eyes boring into you but you ignored it. As if on cue the elevator shook and stalled, the light above the floor buttons started to flash. You shared a look with Tenoch as he pushed the emergency button.
"Hello Elevator 4. We have received an alert that the elevator emergency stop was activated. How many patrons are inside?" Came a voice through the speaker.
"There are only two of us, me and my assistant. Did something happen?" Tenoch replied, worry tinging his voice.
"It seems that a failsafe was activated. Our apologies, but it may take awhile to free you. We have to contact the elevator manufacturer to release the failsafe. Just sit tight, you are safe, just stuck," the voice replied calmly before going silent.
"Honestly, fuck today," you groan in frustration before sinking down onto the floor, head in your hands. Your phone was pinging with notifications.
"What's bothering you so much, muchacha?" Tenoch asked with a raised eyebrow. He took off his blazer and hung it on one of the railings before sitting down next to you. Your eyes were still closed so you didn't see the concern in his eyes or how he almost reached out to touch your face but pulled his hand away.
"You are far too calm for this, you know that?" You checked your phone, making sure to send a text to the manager to update her on the situation.
You felt Tenoch lean his arm against yours, "There's nothing I can do but be calm. They said they would be sending help so we just have to wait. I wasn't really in the mood to do that interview anyway."
"Tenoch, this could take hours. The last time I heard about an elevator breakdown, people were stuck for 3 hours," you tried to explain to him the gravity of the situation but he just shrugged his shoulders. He loosened his tie and rolled up his sleeves. As always the actor looked damn good in a suit but you knew he wasn't the most comfortable in them.
"Well it's good that I'm stuck in here with this chiquita bonita and not my manager then, isn't it?" Tenoch teased you. He was always throwing you compliments ever since he found out how easily they made you blush.
"Oh shut up. I'm really not in the mood to deal with your silliness," you shut him down.
Tenoch wasn't deterred, "Are you going to tell me what's actually bothering you? You've been acting very closed off for the past few days. You didn't even ask me what I wanted for lunch and forgot to get my extra avocado."
You glanced over at the actor trying to ignore the part of you that thought his pouting was cute. You mumbled a reply before turning away.
"What was that?" Tenoch asked, leaning in.
"He dumped me," you answered.
"What? Aye cabrón. He dumped you? After all the things you've done for him, y/n?" Tenoch was angry on your behalf but you could feel the tears starting up behind you eyes.
"Yes, after everything that ass told me that I was doing too much," you looked up at the ceiling trying to hold back your tears.
You felt Tenoch put his arm around your shoulders and pull you into his side, "Aye, mi amiga. Don't cry."
"I'm not crying over that bastard," You replied as you stubbornly rubbed at your eyes, "I deserve better than that asshat."
Tenoch chuckled softly as he rubbed your arm, still holding you close to his side, "That's my girl. He never deserved you. I told you that before, remember?"
You leaned your head onto his shoulder and sighed again, "yes, I remember. I just thought he would wake up and see me, all of me. But he just didn't care."
"I'm going to sound very old right now, but I do know this from experience. Men will tell you what they are like from the beginning. You can't change them only they can change themselves. I'm not proud of some of the things I did in the past, or some of my old relationships. But I didn't change until I chose to. It's not your fault that he couldn't see how amazing you are, y/n." Tenoch said sincerely.
"Thank you," you felt your heart flutter at his kind words. You both sat there like that for awhile, his arm around you and you leaning into him. He continued to rub your arm in a comforting manner.
Tenoch reached over and took your hand that was closest to him. His tanned hand engulfed your smaller hand as he slowly took a ring off your middle finger. You suppress the tingle that emanated from where he touched your skin. He lifted the ring up to his eye level and examined it for a moment, "He gave you this right?"
You sat up and looked at Tenoch as he fingered the ring thoughtfully, "Yes. I just got so used to wearing it I didn't think about taking it off. It feels weird not having a ring there."
You looked down at your hand, flexing your fingers. You had worn that promise ring religiously for almost two years. Seeing your bare finger reminded you that the man you loved didn't love you anymore. Before you could start tearing up you heard the noise of metal hitting metal and the tinkle of the ring hitting the floor and rolling to a stop. Tenoch had thrown your ring across the elevator like it was a piece of trash. Caught off guard you stared at where the ring landed, debating whether you wanted to pick it up again or not.
Then you felt his fingers under your chin, gently nudging you to look back to him. Tenoch looked you in the eye as he moved his thumb to wipe away the tear that had escaped from the corner of your eye. "You just said you weren't going to cry over him."
You could only nod, feeling like you couldn't move while under his intense gaze. Tenoch pulled you back into his side, hugging you closer. So close you were nearly across his lap. Your tears ceased completely as a blush rose up your neck to your cheeks. You felt his lips graze your temple in a chaste kiss, making your heart skip a beat. Tenoch had always been affectionate with you but this felt different.
"Does it really bother you that your finger is empty of that ring?" Tenoch asked softly. His mouth was practically kissing your outer ear, you were so close to him.
You stuttered your response, "I-I just have to get used to the feeling."
A hum of acknowledgement from the actor preceded him moving his hands around you and pulling off the pinky ring he had on. His hands found your own again and you watched as he nimbly slipped his ring onto your middle finger.
Realizing what he was doing you tried to swat his hands away, "Tenoch, I can't! That's yours."
"Aye que bonita," Tenoch said looking down at the plain gold band around your finger.
"Tenoch, you really don't have to give this to me," you tried to pull your hand away from his but he just laughed.
"I'm not giving it to you," he said bluntly, a smile still on his face as he looked into your eyes.
"Then what are you doing?" You asked, completely confused, forgetting to continue to struggle and instead sitting still next to him.
"I'm loaning it to you. Until you can replace it with a ring from a better man or until I decide to get you your own," he was smiling as he brought your hand up so you both could look at the ring between you.
You paused than smacked his shoulder, "You're such a fucking tease. No wonder you have two baby mamas."
Tenoch caught your hand as you went to smack him for a second time. His laughter burst out and so did yours as you both wrestled for a moment. Finally, regaining control of your own limbs, you sat back against the wall and so did Tenoch. Still close enough that your sides were flush against each other.
"How long has it been?" You asked
You felt Tenoch next to you look at his watch, "Half an hour."
You let out a defeated but amused chuckle, "Fuck me."
"Don't tempt me," Tenoch replied without skipping a beat.
"Such a way with words," you mocked him good naturedly, not minding the impropriety.
It was Tenoch's turn to lean his head on your shoulder, "Aye, y/n, you really don't see me as a man do you?"
"I just got dumped, Tenoch, let a girl wallow before she swallows another dick," you chastised him.
"Now whose the one teasing?" Tenoch nudged you, chuckling to himself. You both sank into a comfortable silence, deep in thought.
"Thank you, Tenoch. For being nice to me even though I let my break up affect my work," you broke the silence, taking his hand.
He squeezed your hand back before looking over at you, "it's life hermosa. Just don't forget my extra avocado next time."
Two hours passed and Tenoch sighed into your hair, pulling you practically on top of him. He had always been the touchy-feely type but there was something about this that felt more intimate. After the break up almost a week ago, you were ashamed to admit that being held so close was something you missed and welcomed.
"You smell good," he mumbled into your hair. A blush was once again invading your face as you felt his firm chest and the cording of his toned arms around you.
"I would hope so, this is that perfume you got me for my birthday," You let yourself sink into his embrace, taking comfort while you still could. It didn't escape you that the more time that passed the closer you were getting to being rescued. Which meant that these intimate moments with Tenoch would soon turn into memories. Your infatuation for him had been hidden the whole time you worked for him. Complete professionalism was your specialty, but it was waning.
"It smells better on you than it did in the store," Tenoch mumbled again as he took another breath in your hair.
You pulled away slightly, "Wait, you actually went to the store yourself to buy my birthday present?"
"Of course I did," Tenoch replied
"I thought you would have just asked your manager to buy it or sent an errand runner," You said as you sat more solidly on the ground.
"Now that would have been insincere. Plus, I had heard you talking about that lotion you loved that was discontinued so I looked up similar scents. This was the best one so I bought it," Tenoch said nonchalantly.
"You're amazing," you blurted out. The blush that had been developing, fully engulfed your face.
He smiled widely and leaned closer to you, "And you're beautiful."
You smacked him again but he caught your wrist and pulled you into him. There was a shift in the air as he leaned his head closer, so close you could see his eye lashes. His eyes flicked between meeting yours and looking at your lips. The breath left your lungs as your heart thrashed in anticipation.
When he spoke his lips grazed the air between you, "Buying your gift personally is what you deserved. Don't ever forget that a man should spoil you and remember the things you like. A real man would never dump a woman who does those same things for him. Whether it's getting him the new shoes he wanted or making sure he gets extra avocado. You deserve love like that."
His pupils were dilated so wide his eyes were almost black and you were losing yourself in them. All you had to do was lean in, a centimeter maybe and you would be able to taste him.
BAM BAM BAM
You leapt apart as the elevator began moving and the emergency light came back on.
"Stay seated until the elevator comes to a stop. The doors will open momentarily and the fire department will want to check you both out. We appreciate your patience and understanding," The voice from the intercom informed you.
The moment was broken and Tenoch sat up and started rolling his sleeves down again. As he put his blazer back on the elevator stopped and the doors slowly opened. Tenoch got up first and turned to help you up. When you took his hand you glanced into his eyes again and saw that they had returned to normal. He gave you a soft smile as he dropped your hand and stepped out of the elevator where his manager was ready to fuss over him.
You stared at his back as you stepped off the elevator and were led to the side to be checked out by the fire department. You received a text shortly after that Tenoch was already heading back to his hotel with the manager and that a car was waiting for you outside.
You sighed as you walked out on your own and found the town car that was waiting for you. As you sat in the back seat you looked down at the ring on your middle finger and smiled softly to yourself.
...
not sure if that's fluffy enough but i think it was cute.
Namor's Mother's Bracelet. I designed this heirloom for the prop dept. It was small compared to the other sculptural pieces I created for Wakanda Forever however, the story held some serious weight. I combined the ancient Mayan relic symbols and added elements of the royal bloodline through adding the accents of gold, the fiber that contains 🤫 and the underwater elements of the water ~ Dourien, member of the custume design team for black panther
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Tenoch's character may not have a lot of screen time on Forever Purge but he had his own theme music, a subversion of the "white hero" trope and tenoch in a cowboy hat and that's all we really need.
It's fr to the point where Namor is my comfort character and I was not expecting to be this much in love with Tenoch than I thought but god damn is he just an amazing human being. I may have only discovered him after seeing black panther wakanda forever but I'm glad I discovered him regardless. He deserves all the love and attention he's getting.
Okay before I start getting sappy, that's all I wanted to say. In conclusion, we love and we appreciate Tenoch Huerta. Okay carry on scrolling 🪱
Tom Hiddleston guest stars in ‘The Play What I Wrote’ at Birmingham REP.
Tenoch Huerta and Iliana Fox in Las Aparicio (2015) dir. Moisés Ortiz Urquidi
TENOCH HUERTA as JUAN Las Aparicio (2015) dir. Moisés Ortiz Urquidi
Tenoch Huerta for Mon laferte "Se me va quemar el corazón"
TTT - Tenoch Thirst Traps, December 2021 - January 2022
Tenoch Huerta's sluttiness proves that he's the perfect Namor casting.
It's the fact that in 2018, Tenoch said in an interview that his dream role would be to play the Aztec ruler, Tlacaelel (as well as do Mexican rock legend, Rockdrigo Gonzalez in a biopic--my friends, I regret to inform you that Tenoch is also a songbird. Like he can sing sing and now I need to see this movie). Not even five years later, he gets handed the role of King Namor, a reinterpretation of Marvel's first ever mutant character reflecting a fictional Maya civilization and culture in the largest earning global franchise to date that has gotten him named by The Associated Press "one of the breakthrough entertainers of the year." LISTEN-
*someone posted these on twt but it begs to be reiterated on here as well
Pedro Pascal as Javier Peña Narcos (2015-2017) 01.06. Explosivos
Shuri felt safe around Namor.
A year of her mom, her closest friends and family trying to get Shuri to open up about her grief was ineffective. However, after this King who everyone was afraid of, shared his life story, his history, his culture and his secrets with her she felt safe enough to share her complex feelings about her brother's death to him. Grief she had buried within for a year was laid bare, practically spilling her guts to him, in the face of Namor's own openness and vulnerability.
I think Shuri still longs for the connection she had with Namor even after everything that happened. She's more untethered than ever before and longs for the only person she ever felt that instant connection to but she can't go to him because it's not easy to forgive. So she goes to Haiti, the beach, as close to the water as she can and she cries.
i swear i could just watch this gif all day long… it’s truly an experience
gif by unicornspwnall
BLACK PANTHER: WAKANDA FOREVER (2022) dir. Ryan Coogler
Of Snakes and Wings: 01
Pairing| K’uk’ulkan x Indigenous Mexican!Reader; K’uk’ulkan x Fem! Reader; Namor x Mexican!Reader; Namor x Fem! Reader;
Summary| Soulmate! AU
Warnings| Spoilers from the movie; death; mentioned violence;
Note| This takes place after the movie and apologies if what I am portraying is incorrect I did my best in researching Nauatl and Aztec culture/mythology. Also, Reader’s story is pretty dark so there’s that.
Word Count| 1755
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Of Snakes and Wings: 01
Pairing| K’uk’ulkan x Indigenous Mexican!Reader; K’uk’ulkan x Fem! Reader; Namor x Mexican!Reader; Namor x Fem! Reader;
Summary| Soulmate! AU
Warnings| Spoilers from the movie; death; mentioned violence;
Note| This takes place after the movie and apologies if what I am portraying is incorrect I did my best in researching Nauatl and Aztec culture/mythology. Also, Reader’s story is pretty dark so there’s that.
Word Count| 1755
Keep reading
La Luna (pt.1) (Namor x Latina!Reader)
(gif is not mine)
Summary: After having almost drowned, you awaken in a strange new world.
Warnings: All the Mayan used was taken from translator, i apologize if anything is wrong. Cursing, blood, !!Not Proofread!! (if you have any insights please leave them kindly)
Series Masterlist - Intro (read first!)
Work count: 7.1k
A/n: Reader is mentioned/heavily implied to be Mexican but i tried to keep it as free to the imagination as possible
Singing lulled you awake as you opened your eyes. You were still in a haze and half distortiented, unable to even open them fully as the pang of a headache hit you. You groan, pulling your hands to your eyes to massage them.
The movement of your arms and shoulders made you realize you weren’t on the steadiest surface possible. The circular motions of your hands caused you to sway, making you suddenly aware of your surroundings.
You stilled, moving your hands to the surface beneath you and the feel of woven fabric covering you all around kicked in. You looked down, thick blankets covered your entire body. Clothes askew and wrinkled, you realized there was a towel near you as well. One that looked as if you had been wrapped in it, having escaped in your sleep.
A chill went down your body as the singing you heard while waking up continued. You moved your body, the bed you lay in moved with you. Your arm fell out from beneath you as you let out a small yelp of surprise. The singing stopped. Hurried and hushed voices began to speak.
You looked in their direction, finally noticing the layout around you. It looked to be a cavern, blue lights shimmered all around you as you looked up to what seemed to be glow worms on the ceiling. The patterns of water shone everywhere against the rocks around you. Large and spacious, it looked like something out of a fairytale. You stared in awe at the glowing pools around you, their shimmer something you would have never expected to see in real life. You were so taken aback by its beauty that you forgot you weren’t the only one here.
A voice spoke behind you, it was shy and meek but even then it still frightened you. You turned your head, seeing a young woman standing in front of you. Nothing would have prepared you for what you saw.
Blue skin. She had blue skin. You looked around, eyes wandering back to the blue light the water near you emitted and realized it wasn't even touching her directly. Not only that but she had what looked like a mask of water covering her mouth and nose, along with some on the sides of her neck. Thick jade and gold colored stones adorned the devices that she wore, making her look regal even as the clothes on her did not do much to compliment her shape or the colors of her entirety. Her wide scared eyes looked into your own as she spoke in a language you didn't quite understand.
You stared at her in disbelief. Blue skin…How was that even possible? And how could she breathe with those things covering her source of air? The strange being before you was utterly beautiful, even though she just stood before you, a mark of elegance clung to her. But it was her mannerisms that showed just how scared she was of you as you were of her.
She repeated herself, that strange language once again leaving her lips. She motioned her head down towards her hands which presented a set of clothes to you. Bowing her head, she came closer. She didn’t move quickly, in fact she made her way to you like how one would when approaching a stray animal.
Wherever your mind had wandered returned as she slowly approached, a string in your body rang and you realized she wanted you to take the items in her hand. You sat up, realizing that you had been previously laying in a hammock. You did your best to steady the movement of yourself as you began to reach out to accept her offering.
She gently plopped the articles in your hands, giving a small quick bow before turning her back to you and walking away as fast as possible. Leaving you alone once again you looked down at your lap, unfolding the clothes she handed you. It looked to be a dress, made of the same soft material of the blankets beneath you but much thinner and lighter.
You looked around, not seeing anyone else near you. Rocks covered the path that she had taken on her way in and out. The place beyond must have been where your gracious host was possibly waiting.
The feel of the cold kissing your skin suddenly started to bother you. The shiver if your body was intensified by the cave you were in. Not a single breeze of wind lived here but even then, everything felt freezing.
Glancing down into your lap once again, you made your way to stand—changing out of the clothes you currently wore.
The dress she handed you turned out to be a robe. Thin, flowy, and light, the coverage of it did not do much to warm you. In fact you were still shivering, having wrapped a blanket around you again while waiting for someone to give you instructions on what to do now.
A few minutes passed before the girl from before returned, this time with 2 other women, also blue skinned and covered in the same type of devices that held water up to their face and necks. You could tell immediately that these women did not hold any fear towards you unlike the younger one. They carried a bucket of water, one you would soon learn was to wash your hair and body with a warm cloth. They scrubbed you thoroughly, skin burning as you are sure they got very morsel of dirt and sand your body ever carried. You were stripped and scrubbed in places you never thought another person would wash besides yourself, you didn’t even know they're language to tell them you could do it on your own.
They did the same with your hair, running their hands through it getting rid of every knot and pebble that had gotten trapped. A salve was placed in it as they made elaborate twists and braids that resulted in everything being locked in place, gentle and neat. They handed you a mirror as they left with all the supplies they had used. You stare dumbfoundedly at your reflection, you hadn’t even realized they had placed tiny beads in strands of hair. They were scattered all around and everywhere, cascading down the hair left loose like a sea of stars, making up constellations and patterns you couldn’t even map out.
Though your eyes were tired, half slanted and with deep bags beneath them, Beautiful was the first word that rang in your mind.
Utterly beautiful.
You didn’t even know where you were, why you were here. Only that someone had saved you when you needed them most. But here you are, being treated like royalty and dressed in the finest silk with beads and patterns across every inch of the dress you wore.
You don’t know how, but the dress you were given fit perfectly. It hugged and warmed every curve of skin that was cold. The fabric felt like the soft gentle kiss of a lover as you rubbed it against your hands, the only remaining part of you that truly felt a chill. The intricate beading that spread across the top half of your chest told a story in the gentle work, one you knew you would have to ask someone to decipher for you.
You kept staring at your reflection in that small mirror. The difference of your dirty helpless self from what you could only imagine to be a few hours ago compared to the you now, it shocked you.
Just as you worked up the courage to look back up, only one of the 2 women from before came back in.
“Ko'oten tin wéetel.” She spoke. The large jewelry that hung from her neck and ears shimmered in the blue light of the cave. You tilt your head, face painted in your confusion. “What?” You ask, voice no louder than a whisper.
“Ko'oten tin wéetel.” She repeated, waving her hand towards you in a come hither motion.
Oh, she wants you to follow her.
You straighten, standing and taking a few steps forwards before she turns around quickly and sets off. Startled at the sudden movement, you pause before rushing after her.
There was a door shaped hole just beyond those rocks that hid you from the rest of the cave. The cavern was larger than you expected, halls and rooms were carved out of the natural rock, it was all so open and connected but also sprivate. You followed your guide to what you could only assume was the main area of this cave.
You admired the lights on the ceiling, stalactites covered in the glow. The sparking water seemed to follow and spread all around. Everything was so dark besides the golden blue colors around you. It suited the place, if you hadn’t been aware of your surroundings you would’ve believed it must've been the color of lights around you that gave the beings before you that blue hue.
You were brought to a stop before a hut, covered in tapestries that looked like they came out of the history museum. They were knit by careful hands, you could tell by the neat detail of mesoamerican art all over them. Patterns you only ever saw while visiting pueblos and cities who shared their ancient art in the form of trinkets and jewelry were all over them as well. This mysterious and wondrous place kept surprising you, just how well preserved was everything here?
You hadn’t noticed that the women had left to enter the hut as you admired the art until she came out. Bowing to you as the young girl did before, she opened the curtain that serves as a door and motioned you inside.
~~~~~
You could be given a thousand lifetimes and not have been able to explain what the man in front of you looked like except Ethereal. It was the one word that you could think of.
He had a charming smile, the top of his lip touching the jade piercing on his septum.The dark, onyx black hair on his head complicated his golden sun kissed skin. Moreno, that’s what your mother would’ve called him. And his eyes, they… were kind? Unlike his brows which were pointed in a way that complimented his sculpted face so perfectly. Everything about him was sharp and precise, as if the gods had made him themselves. Covered in gold, lapis, and pearled necklaces he oozed royalty. His bare toned chest was exposed, muscles and skin so smooth, he was practically a sculpture come to life. You could not believe he was real, you spotted the pointed ears on his head and truly thought you were in some sort of sea-water driven fantasy.
You almost swore as you took him in, never having seen a more handsome man. Compared to those monsters from before, he was certainly a major upgrade. You flexed your hands, mouth opening and closing in shock and nervousness as he greeted you.
“Hello, nice to see you are doing better” He said, spreading out his hands towards you, the grin on his face growing wider. The thick accent on his tongue and deep voice added so much more to his beauty, it radiated confidence and power. Smooth like honey and everything that was good in the world, you could hear him talk forever.
You nodded your head at loss for words, no doubt you looked weird. Absolutely dumbfounded at the being before you, you just continued to stare as a stupid smile formed on your lips. Those giddy feelings of being a teen girl talking to her crush came rushing like a train as they all slammed into you.
“Oh, come sit. You still must be tired after the night you had.” He says gently, no doubt noticing how out of it you were in that moment. Stepping towards you, he takes your hand in his strong muscular one. You float as he pulls you towards the small table in the middle of the room, gently seating you on a stool. You looked up at him, continuing to marvel at his entirety. Every move was so smooth and liquid you continued to contemplate if he was even real.
“I do not doubt you have questions. ” He says, sitting down across from you. Those piercing eyes looked into your own now, making you flush and feel your face heat in embarrassment. He speaks as if to let you know you can talk, calm and gentle.
You cough, collecting yourself and straightening your back. “Yes, I do.” You manage to stutter out.
“Please, ask away.” A chuckle leaves his lips as a smile continues to paint them. It makes your heart pound inside your chest, but something about it also soothed you. It put you at an ease you can’t ever remember feeling before.
“Where am I? Who are you?” You ask, the hands in your lap grip the cloth around you in anticipation. Answers, you were going to given answers.
“Right now, you are in an underwater cave in the Yucatan peninsula. As for where exactly, I cannot say for the safety of my people.” He begins, “And for my name, my people call me K’uk’ulkan.”
You stop breathing as your blood runs cold, everything in your body tenses as you hear that name escape his lips. He said it so casually, in a way one would when mentioning their job or the town they grew up in.
“K’uk’ulkan? Like the god the Mayans made Chichen Itza for? That god?” You managed to say, horror painting your face as you stare at the man before you. You frantically search him, he doesn’t look like a god or does he? Everything about him was alluring. He carried and held himself in such a way that you honestly would have believed he was sent from the heavens.
“Oh, no! I am sorry for frightening you. That is just the name, I am not the god himself.” He says apologizing, his eyes wide at the way he saw you panic. He held out his hands towards you again, and without thinking you placed your own in them.
His thumbs softly caressed the tops of your palms, soothing and calming you as your heart raced from the misunderstanding. Relief spreads through you as you sigh, the calloused hands utop yours continued to hold them.
“I am also called Namor, if it puts you at ease to call me that instead, do. I must apologize for frightening you, most people from above that I share the name with do not know what I am referring to.” He says, sympathy coating his voice. Genuine, honest sympathy. So he wasn’t a god. Then what was he?
“Oh! Thank you, I’m so sorry for.. that. It’s just crazy things seem to be happening in this world every day. A few years ago a god from another type of mythology had turned out to be real. I couldn’t help but think you were the human form of the serpent.” You rasp out, eyes wandering around the current room you were in. The weight of Namor’s was felt on you even as you tried to brush them off.
Paintings and murals surrounded the hut, more stories you did not know adorned the cement walls around you. Each was in beautiful colors and extreme detail, you swore you took a step back in time as you stared at the paintings. The breath you had just gained back was, once again, taken away.
This strange new world you had just entered was so amazing. You hadn’t even seen much and had been only awake for about an hour but still, you can't recall ever feeling so enamored and drawn to something like with your current surroundings.
Speaking of having only been awake for an hour, questions. You were allowed to ask questions. Everything you had previously pushed aside came rushing back to you. Your friends, those men, drowning.
“What happened to me?” You finally ask. Looking back at the man before you, eyes wide at the settling realization of your situation.
“You were attacked and ran to the ocean to save yourself. But it seems as if you were too weak from the damage done to you to keep swimming that you ended up getting pulled out by the tide. You called someone as you went under the water, and I heard.” He says, pulling his hands away. When he did, it was the first you noticed that he even held your own. They quickly rushed back into your lap.
“But how did you find me? I was barely even off the coast and the waves were so strong.”
“Sometimes I just know, I can feel things in the water. Like if the ocean and I are one, and when I sensed you I,” He paused, a troubled look on his face as if he was trying to carefully choose his words, “I just knew I needed to help.”
So it was him who saved you. Your savior.
You looked into his eyes, the knowledge and clearance of the events slowly getting settled into your mind. “Thank you, for saving me. It must have caused you a great deal of trouble to do so.”
“It was not a problem. What those men did, or were attempting to do, is something no one should have to go through. Their people have caused enough trouble in this world. But I do apologize for not taking action as they attempted to though, I could not have risked showing myself in a place where anyone could have seen me.”
“Seen you? Why would that have been a problem, you look normal to me?” You say, examining him once again. His people called him a feathered God, but nothing about him seemed to be so terrifying. He looked like a normal man, besides the ears of course and his mannerism, the way he spoke, and the enchanting presence of him.
Either he is a god and was lying to you, or just incredibly beautiful and he knew it.
But before you could continue questioning him, the faint flapping of wings was heard. You looked up, you had seen no animals when you entered nor outside before so where…
A chuckle rose out of Namor’s chest. You turn your gaze back to him. He’s looking down, at his feet. You peer over the table to take a look.
Winged feet. Ankles with wings. Wings. The words repeated in your head as the new piece of information loaded into your mind. So little time here, yet so many surprises. You swore you’d be dead of shock at the end of the day.
“Oh.” You simply reply, brows raising as you said so. He laughs at the small tick in response, the sound so sweet and familiar to your ears. Too familiar.
“So then, when is it possible for me to go home? I’m alright now and my friends are probably looking for me.” You ask, wanting to change the subject quickly. As wonderful and mystical as this interaction has been, it was all too much for you. The clothes, the blue skin, the winged man before you. You were just a human who lived an ordinary life. What would this God-like mutant want to do with you?
Your question stunned him, a shocked look on his face appeared and went away in less than a second. Seriousness overcame him, the light welcoming aura around him darkened. “Unfortunately, we are unable to do that. You have seen me, my people. Letting you go means the risk of us being discovered and I cannot allow that, you must stay here.” His words stung.
“What- why? Stay here?” You ask, astonished at his response. “What am I even going to do here? Being dressed in pearls and fancy clothes isn’t just something I can do. I have a life. I have a job! I have friends, family, people who need me!” Rage slowly starts to fill your veins, burning at his refusal to your freedom. “Why bring me here in the first place? You couldn’t take me to land?”
The man in front of you bites his lip, clearly trying to win a fight over his building anger, no doubt caused by you. “I already said, I could not have risked anyone seeing me.” Irritation coated his voice.
“You could’ve dropped me off somewhere far. Far away from all the eyes you claim would have seen you.” You’re starting to yell, nails digging into the palms of your hands as you clenched hard enough to draw blood.
“What? And let those men have their way with you!” He yells, a fist slamming down onto the table before you. Objects rattled and clattered off, everything inside you screamed to run. To back down, apologize, to hide. But you stood your ground, staring him down with your eyes.
“I fought back, I hurt them more than they hurt me! I would have gone to the police, I knew what they looked like!” You defended.
“You don’t think they would’ve gone looking for you if you did? They know you saw what they looked like, they would have gone to the very edge of the earth to make sure they found you first before you could say anything. You were drowning, so close to death it would have taken you hours to regain the strength to awake on your own. And even then you wouldn’t have had enough to stay conscious. Either way, the outcome would have been horrible for you if I had left you there.” He snarled, eyes burning into your soul. You knew he was right, absolutely undeniable correct about everything.
Your breath caught, words at a loss as you took his in. Despair washed over you and all the rage that you felt turned into helplessness. Your lip quivered at the understanding of what he did. Protect you. He was, is, trying to protect you. But even then, you're still stuck here. Every emotion tugged in a battle inside of you. Good or bad, was this good or bad?
As if he could see the fight in your eyes, he knelt beside you. Voice calm and collected , the opposite of how it was mere moments ago. “Look, I will try to find a way for you to be happy. But for the time being, you need to stay here while I can figure them out for you.” He says, a lover’s hush in his words.
“How long ?” You ask, voice now weak and quiet than what it was. You tried to swallow the building lump in your throat, tried not to think about your friends and family on the surface as you did.
He tilts his head, cocking his brow in confusion.
“How long will it take for you to find my way out of here?” You ask, looking into his eyes. Your own started to swell with tears, blurred vision taking over. He paused, no sound coming from either of you two.
You groan, looking away.
Alone, You'll be all alone in a cave, with a god-like man who you do not know for who knows how long.
“And how are you so sure I’ll tell everyone about you?” Your voice was so quiet you’re not even sure you spoke. Your last way out, maybe you can convince yourself you won’t. You know you won’t, you’d never tell if it meant you could leave.
“Give me a good excuse you’d share with those who find you after you've been gone for two days. Give me a good reason and I will see.” He whispers back.
Two days. You’ve been out for two days.
You freeze, mind absolutely distant at the fact you had been asleep for two days. Here in this underwater cave away from everyone and thing you’ve ever known. You feel as if you’d just been told you died and can’t go back. You were so stunned, so shocked you did not even react as the man before you stood and walked away, leaving you with your own thoughts.
Every negative thought played through your mind as you held your head in your hands, suddenly too heavy for your neck. Silent tears rolled from your eyes at the realization, what would you even say to them?
That you got lost at sea and came back unharmed? Ran away with a man? No one would believe you.
But he said you could come up with one. An excuse, an idea. A way to get out of here. Any excuse you could scrape up in your mind that you believed to be good enough, you’d say to him.
Come up with an excuse for those who ask where you’ve been.
~~~~
You couldn’t tell time in that cave. No sunlight came in, the only source was the softly lit candle in your “room” and the blue sparkling pools. You spent most of your time there, alone. Thinking and searching the farthest points of your brain for a way to get out of here.
You could swim out? But then again you never knew just how far down you were, nor where an exit would be. You could force him to take you away from here, but how would you even do that?
That’s how you spent your time, alone in a cave with blue skinned people. When you weren’t sulking or thinking too hard that your head hurt, you were called out to eat or given baths and scrubbed down by the same 3 women from the first day you’d been awake. No matter your protests, they always dressed you in beautiful elegant dresses. Always did your hair the most elaborate ways it could ever be, a different style every day. It shouldn’t irritate you, in fact you should’ve been grateful they took time out of their day to do it, but it did.
The pearls and beads that stuck to your skin eventually began to be so heavy. The feel of them always pinched every time you moved, if you knew how you would’ve taken the finely crafted jewelry off of the gowns you wore each day. Not wanting to ruin them if one day you finally went crazy and snapped.
You came to learn who made the dresses and accessories you wore, the young girl and the same women who were your “hand maidens”. When you’d sometimes try to venture out of your room, planning to mark an escape route if needed, you’d hear their voices. Loud laughing and yelling, you’d always follow the sound.
Their blue skinned cheeks always crinkled into a smile around each other. Telling jokes and braiding and sewing was what you always saw them do. A stark contrast of how they were when they saw you, so cold and not saying a single word. You wished you understood their language, oh the things you wanted to say but most importantly what you wanted to know.
You did find out some things in your stay here. You found out why they were blue and why they had devices of water around their mouths and necks. It was to breathe, they lived and thrived in the water. Beautifully colored gills surrounded they’re necks, you saw them every time you were being dressed by the women. The blue of their skin was to blend into the water they lived in, if you were lucky enough you could see them swim by in the water of the cavern. They looked as if they were olympians. So beautiful and fluid they’re movements, it amazed you that they exist. But for how long? How long have these people been down here? Forgotten and ancient culture lived and thrived, hidden away from the world. It amazed you just how well he has kept them hidden.
Speaking of Namor, he was never around. Days, you assumed, went by before you even saw him again. And when you did, he only came in to check on his people. Those people he held such a tenderness to. Always calm, collected and with a bright smile on his face. It angered you.
You stood in a corner watching as he greeted each and every one of them, eyes wandering to yours each time he finished. You could say he was trying to be kind to you, nodding his head in a greeting as a smile flashed every time your eyes met his silk, dirt brown ones. You scoffed, walking away and back into isolation, brushing the giddy feelings his attention brought to you off. You ignored the clawing need to stare at him whenever you made eye contact.
How could he be so happy with those he knew while you were all alone? He was keeping you here against your will and he just smiled?
You huffed as you dug deep inside your mind all over again, desperately needing a way to get out of here. You wondered what your friends were doing. If they were looking for you, if they called your family and if they rushed over to Mexico to come and search for you. Thinking about it brought you too much pain, too much anxiety so you opted to stay away from it. But you couldn’t help but keep going back.
You missed your mothers cooking, specifically the Sunday morning chilaquiles. Along with father’s drunken rambles, your siblings yelling at each other across the halls of your home, your tios slipping you money at every carne asada, and your abuela’s lectures of finding yourself a good husband. All of those things that you hated, that made your skin crawl when thinking about only a few months ago, you missed so dearly. You yearned for the touch of your family, to see them at least once again before spending the rest of your life down here.
That same routine went on for a while, a week or two you might say, maybe even longer. You did eventually come to notice that your changing and dressing signaled the dawn of a new day. The more casual you were dressed, meant nothing would happen. It was only when you were adorned with jade and earrings and golden cuffs that resembled his own, you knew he was here. They always forced you out to greet him, why? Not a clue passed your mind. He’d smile, you’d walk away. You wanted nothing to do with him unless it involved your freedom.
Freedom. The one thing you felt before getting stuck down here. How you yearned for it.
~~~
You jolted awake as the sounds of clashing and clattering awoke you. Ringing and echoing throughout the cave, you heard groaning. Moans and huffs pain rang through your ears as you groggily lifted your head.
Still dazed from sleep, it only took moments before realizing what the noises were and could mean.
Danger. The thought chilled you to the bone.You lifted your body from the hammock beneath you, doing your best not to make any noise as you set your feet onto the floor.
Two options, see what was happening or stay hidden and safe.
You fought as hard as you could with yourself, wanting to desperately stay and not see what caused those noises but something deep inside you rang. Calling, you needed to answer. It felt the same as that day on the beach, it ached and pained your body to ignore it. You began walking before you could even comprehend what you were doing.
The halls were empty, not a soul in sight. Even the guards, which were always stationed in every corner, had gone. The only sounds were those of pain and the soft drip of water. You followed the call, it lured you in and you followed blindly.
It got louder, the noise pounding in your head as you eventually found yourself in front of Namor’s hut. You looked around, small blood stains painted the way in and fear overcame you. He was hurt. And without thinking you rushed into his room.
There, holding the left side of his abdomen, he sat against the back wall. Back arched and head leaning on a shoulder, blood coated his fingers. In his right hand, he held a damp cloth as he attempted to clean his wounds. He hissed and continued to groan in the unimaginable pain he undoubtedly felt as he did his best to keep the rag against his skin.
His head shot in your direction as you let out a gasp. Face painted in horror, you make your way to him. You kneel to his level, ignoring the cold hard rock of the floor as you rip his hands away from his skin to examine his wound. 3 large slashes mark him red, deep but not deep enough to need stitches.
“W-what are you doing?” He rasps out, his strong powerful voice now sounding as if it took everything in his body to say one word. He attempts to free his hand from yours but you drop it for him. You twist your body, looking for the rag he dropped when he saw you and the bowl of water he used to clean himself. Your mind raced a thousand miles an hour, help him help him, it said to you. When you spot what you were looking for, you immediately reach to grab them.
“Hey,” He groans, placing a hand on your shoulder as you bend over to reach the supplies you need, “I’m okay. I don’t need help.” You might have believed him but he let out a whine before you could even fully convince yourself his words were true.
“No, you’re not.” You tell him, quickly dipping the damp rag into the red stained water next to you, washing it as best as you could before dumping it all behind you. You spot a pitcher near you, grabbing it quickly and watching clean fresh water flood the empty bowl. Bandages, he needs bandages. You look around frantically, not a sign of any medical material around.
As if he could read your mind, “In the chest, there’s some below the blankets.” Namor says, pointing a stained finger in the direction to the wall across from you. You hurriedly pull yourself up, almost tripping on your own feet.
“You don’t have to do this.” He says, a sigh leaving him as he tries to relax his muscles. You make your way to the chest he told you of, popping it open before ransacking it, desperately searching for what you need. “Why not?” You reply, brows furrowing together and half irritated at his humbleness as you take out neatly folded cloth out, still not able to find what you need.
“You’ll ruin your dress.” He says with a huff of laughter, a smirk adorning his face. You finally feel a roll of binding that you needed, grasping it before making your way back to him.
You sigh, shaking your head at his poor attempt at a joke. A smile crept its way up your face but you fought each muscle, refusing to let it form. “Really? You’re bleeding out before me and I want to help you, but you’re concerned about my dress?”
“What can I say? You look good.” That stupid smirk painted his face once again. Your heart fluttered at the way he looked at you, his black eyes almost full of adoration as he looked you up and down. You dismissed the emotions, both yours and his before rolling your eyes and kneeling back down. It wasn’t even a fancy dress, nothing like those they would use to present you to him. In fact, it wasn't even a dress but a silk nightgown that made you shiver in the cold of the cave without heavy blankets covering you.
You did your best to ignore his comment, trying to stop your hands from shaking as you gently placed the newly cleaned rag against his still bleeding skin. He hissed loudly in pain, mouth opening in a silent scream as he shut his eyes. Tears formed at the edges, who knew a god could cry. You wiped and cleaned his wounds as best as you could, doing it quickly rather than slowly to get it over with.
You ran your hands gently across his skin, slowly having him twist his body as carefully as he could while you wrapped the damaged area in layers of bandages. The feel of his strong, smooth skin against your own was so foreign but something about it gave you comfort. As if you could press yourself against his hard muscular chest and feel safer than anywhere else in the world. But you ignored those thoughts, pushing them back into the deepest depth of your mind. Only to bring them out when you’d see him again, your routine of meeting eyes and thinking of reasons to hate him even more than you do already.
But did you really hate him? You began to think. You couldn’t possibly. Here you were on the floor, knees indented with rocks that scattered around you like freckles. All because you were helping him, and you hadn’t even given yourself a second thought before you began doing it.
Fuck, he even complimented your dress. If he was a God in his people's eyes, their king, and he just told you that you looked good. Those 3 women who you knew could care less about you, hand made the clothes you wear, who’s to say he's not the one telling them how he’d like your outfits to be. The idea makes you shiver. You shake your head as it crawls up your back and makes your body jolt.
The action doesn’t go unnoticed, Namor quickly questions after witnessing it.
“What are you thinking about?” He asks, voice less gruff than before. He’s gained some strength back, but even then it was laced with exhaustion.
“I’m thinking,” You start, finally cutting off the wrapping around his torso from the roll it was attached to, “about how I did in fact ruin my dress. Now I have to sleep in something blood soaked.” You lie, anything to get your mind off your previous thoughts.
“I told you.” He hums. “It was so pretty too..”
You scoff, disbelieving what he was upset about. He just let you wrap his wounds as he bled out in front of you and That’s what he’s still concerned about.
“You’re impossible.”You whisper to yourself, a snort leaving you as you move to clean your bloody hands. In all honesty, you hadn’t even thought of the dress this entire time until you saw the dried stains littering the cloth above your thighs.
They’re going to be so mad at me, You thought. You could just hear the hushed angry voices of the women in the morning, no doubt talking and asking how the mess even happened.
“Don’t worry, I’ll have them make a new dress for you. A better one.” He sighed softly. You froze, how did he even?
You look back into his direction, his eyes were closed and he was half asleep. But his words… So he did tell them to make you clothes. Your body burned in embarrassment. You swore that if you didn’t die of boredom in this cave first, he’d be the death of you.
“I already have enough clothes, I don't need it.” You reply, finally lifting yourself off the floor. Knees covered with pebbles, you wiped the dirt away. Grabbing the chair of the table near you, you sit. Deciding that you’d stay with him until he fell asleep.
“Why don’t you tell them that yourself? They’re instructed to do what you say.” Namor shrugged, fixing his posture as he slid up the wall. His eyes open now, though half shut you could see the truth in them.
“How was I supposed to know that? No one told me.” You sigh, tilting your head back before rubbing your temple, the ache of not getting enough sleep finally caught up to you.
“They did.”
“Well, how am I supposed to understand? I don’t know a word in your language, don’t even think that they understand me. What language is it even?”
“Yucatec Mayan.”
You bolt up, looking at him in disbelief. “Mayan?” You ask. You didn't know much about the ancient cities and cultures of Mexico, but you did know how conquistadores colonized and wiped everything away. How they forced their religion, culture, and language onto the native’s of the land. You thought of small run down pueblos you’d visit when traveling with family, how they preserved small fragments of their ancient culture and wore it with pride. Looking back, it was nothing compared to the grand murals, embroidery, and jewelry here.
Namor hums while closing his eyes once again. “I could teach you, if you’d like.” He proposes.
You scoff in response,”Why would I want to spend time with you?” Looking away from him once again, you start to play with your fingers. Fidgeting to ignore his offer that rang throughout your mind. You had to tell yourself, to remember that the only reason you’d want anything to do with him was trying to bargain your way out of here.
“Why did you help me just now?” Bastard.
“Need you to be alive so I can get out of here.” You reply. He lets out a chuckle at the answer. Perhaps he saw the sliver of a lie, noticed that your own thoughts betrayed you and your opinion on him.
“You’re bored, learning the language would at least let you talk to those around you.” He continues. The offer was tempting, so many benefits came from it but… to be alone with him? The thought made you dizzy, the grudge and resentment you held for him overpowered whatever part of your mind that screamed at you to take the offer. It made your chest hurt, feel as if it was caving in response to your refusal.
“I’ll think about it.” You say after a minute of silence.
Time passed as the two of you stayed quiet , the sounds of his breathing calming and steadying was like a song and sleep began to call you. You may not have wanted to admit it, maybe never will but, some part deep inside you cared for him. Maybe the part that echoed your mothers words, to always be kind and gracious when staying in someone’s house. Or was it the song of the sea, the same one that was sung deep in your mind each time you saw him.
You closed your eyes, slowly drifting off into unconsciousness on the chair you sat in. The light of the world burned brighter as you did, feeling that embrace of warmth you felt the day you went under the water. It held you, close and tightly, muscular and strong. That beacon of hope.
That night was the best you had slept in your time there.
~~~
You woke up on your own time the next day, no women came in to change your clothes at the crack of dawn. But when did you get back in bed? You swore you fell asleep in Namor’s hut, on the chair near his table so, how?
You looked around, frantically searching for something that would prove last night was real and not just some extremely vivid dream.
There on the table a few feet away from you, lay a stack of books that had not been there the night before.A piece of neatly folded parchment and feathered quills scattered all around as you made your way to them.
Unfolding the paper as fast as you could, you began to read it.
‘For your boredom, translate a book’ it said in a neatly written hand.
You scanned the rest of the note, ancient unknown symbols translated into the english alphabet were written before you. Syllables that helped sound out each letter were written there too. You stared at it blankly.
Your knees wobbled, heart pounding in an emotion you could not describe. You held yourself up, placing one hand on the table as you slowly tried to translate the words written on the book before you.
Le Ujo’ it read.
The moon, La Luna.
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Captain America: Sentinel of Liberty #4 (2022)
Bucky: Alpine:
sebastian stan is like deathly allergic to cats so we cant have mcu alpine :(
Well, I'm sorry, but Seb is just going to have to suck it up and deal for the sake of his Art(tm) and Respecting the Marvel Legacy (tm). What are a few sneezes or hives compared to Art? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Kidding, kidding. (Mostly.) But obviously, the answer is to do what they did for Captain Marvel: CGI cats! I cannot think of a better use for $3 or $4 million than CGIing some kitties for Bucky and Sam.
Addendum: Do we know the source for Sebstan's allergies? When I Googled all the hits seemed to be people asking each other about it and saying yes. But here is a video with him near a cat for an entire minute.
Yeah, speak more on that Ryan.
Namor is in love
Just watching old interviews of Tenoch and in this one he says “ asi es namor esta enamorado el güey” meaning “That’s namor he’s in love, that guy”.
He is saying it as a joke with word play but we can dream right
I love how the whole internet decided that Namor is a pussy man. Like 100% lapping that shit up breakfast lunch and dinner
Yes I'll 💯 read it
I really wanna write a fic where the reader is a historian who has a degree in Mexican culture and folklore and while she's doing her senior project on mesoamerica folklore aka K'uk'ulkan, she actually meets him?!
Like she is walking by the beach one day, after talking to one of the village elders (the lady that Nakia talked to) and he appears....maybe she's like drowning or something and he saves her because he was somehow close by, and he's heard about her fascination with him, idk lol I'm just spitting ideas out lol
Would any of y'all be interested in this? I think I'll be setting this story after the events in Black Panther: Wakanda Forever
OBI WAN KENOBI, PART II
Mando: whatever your thinking about right now, stop
y/n: what?
Mando: you always make that face when your about to say something stupid—
y/n: I love you
Mando:
y/n:
y/n: also cereal qualifies as soup
Mando: I fucking knew it
There’s just something about Pedro saying “I’mma go say hi to my wife” that hits different
+bonus
