#namor x eva

[evita-shelby]

In a fictional world not unlike ours, 127 years ago today a witch schemed to make the Pope baptize last equally magical daughter and the next one her godfather.

To celebrate we'll play another round of Caption This! and What Would Eva Do?

I will be taking requests for ficlets and moodboards, mainly Eva ones duh, and if y'all want to do something to celebrate feel free to do so.

OCs welcome!

Masterlist

#eva smith shelby #tommy shelby x oc #evacore #luca changretta x eva smith #eva smith riley #what would eva do #caption this #namor x eva #jack x eva #jack nelson x eva smith #robert fischer x eva smith #jonathan crane #x eva smith #peaky blinders fanfiction #peaky binders oc #3 year anniversary

[thexdesk]

From the personal journal of M. Sinister.

Did you miss me? I hope you missed me. I’ve missed you dearly. It’s a big, bright beautiful world and the pit of Krakoa was oh so very drab and dark. Really, I would not recommend. All I could do was hold on to the hope that my mechanizations would come to fruition in my absence. It’s a rather big ask of fledgling little Sinister’s, but what’s a genius to do? Faith, trust and a little bit of genetically altered spliced D.N.A. will get the job done.

My, what a moment we are living in. I’ve come back to a great number of wonderful happenstances. My puppets have done as they were designed to do: they have acted like  a plague and infected the weak so that they too could become strong. More and more of the so called heroes have fallen under what will eventually be revealed to be my sway. The Five are entirely corrupted now and resurrect tarnished genetic samples without a care in the world. Prominent Avengers have joined the alliance and are hardwired to fight the X-Men without knowing why. How terrible it will reflect upon them; resurrected by the mutants they were, and yet, they turn to violence against them. Following the initial fell swoop that culled some of the Avengers at the Avengers Mansion, we have been sneakily arranging the death and replacement of whoever we can get our grubby little hands on. The now corrupted — although I prefer to think of them as purified — have been recorded below for future prosperity.

Where do we go from here? Well, pet, the only place is up. As I write, the Avengers and the X-Men are priming for battle. We will walk away victorious while they will lick their wounds publicly. We win, they lose. Ha. Of course, we have our adversaries. Raven remains the treacherous thorn in the side she’s always been, and her wife threatens ruination for all. They’ve absconded in the night like fugitives. Less subtle is Storm. She’s always been all thunder and lightening. Her teaming up with Raven and Irene could put a stop to the entire ordeal, so we’ll have to remain ahead of them. It’s tricky when one is a precog, isn’t it? Nevertheless, we will persevere. 

Now that I’ve returned, expect to see me more often, dear diary. I will diligently keep record of all that transpires. The Fall of X is a wondrous place to be, isn’t it?

Nathaniel Essex, the master planner known as Mister Sinister

A lovely little list of those corrupted:

alex summers (616)

america chavez (mcu)

anna-marie lebeau (616)

anya corazon (616)

billy kaplan (616)

bobbi morse (616)

carol danvers (616)

clea strange (616)

crystalia amaquelin (616)

daimon hellstrom (616)

elektra natchios (616)

elsa bloodstone (616)

eva bell (616)

fabio medina (616)

felicia hardy (616)

gamora (616)

greer nelson (616)

jeanne foucault (616)

jeanne-marie beaubier (616)

josh foley (616)

julian keller (616)

kara killgrave (616)

kevin mactaggert (616)

kwannon (616)

laurie collins (616)

layla el-faouly (mcu)

lucas bishop (616)

madelyne pryor (616)

maría aracely penalba (616)

megan gwynn (616)

namor mckenzie (616)

natasha romanoff (616)

neena thurman (616)

peter quill (616)

phyla-vell (616)

remy lebeau (931)

richard rider (616)

riri williams (616)

sebastian shaw (616)

scott summers (616)

shuri (mcu)

stepford cuckoos (616)

tabitha smith (616)

tandy bowen (616)

tyrone johnson (616)

#sinister #sins of sinister

[thecomicsnexus]

HOUSE OF X / POWERS OF X (TEN) # 4-6 OCTOBER - DECEMBER 2019 BY JONATHAN HICKMAN, PEPE LARRAZ, R. B. SILVA, DAVID CURIEL, MARTE GRACIA AND CLAYTON COWLES

SYNOPSIS (FROM WIKIPEDIA)

Part 7: "It Will Be Done" On Krakoa, X and Magneto contact Marvel Girl in order to keep tabs on the mission. Jean reveals that Archangel and Husk were killed in the explosion set off by Erasmus while Wolverine and Nightcrawler were injured. Deciding that they still need to finish the mission at any cost, Nightcrawler teleports Cyclops, Wolverine, and Mystique into strategic locations in order to destroy the control collars, with Nightcrawler himself taking the last one while Jean and M staying on the ship in order to maintain the connection to Krakoa.

Wolverine and Nightcrawler are successful in destroying the collars, but the ship is boarded by Orchis forces. Monet puts Jean into an escape pod and fires her away, staying on board in order to cover her escape and buy her time. She transforms into her Penance form and begins fighting the humans. Cyclops finds and disengages his control collar, but Mystique, having gotten turned around, is intercepted just as she finds hers and is killed as Doctor Gregor opens an airlock.

Desperate, the humans power-on the Mother Mold, despite not knowing whether it will be sane or not. X tells them to do whatever it takes to stop it. Wolverine and Nightcrawler volunteer to head to the final switch which is now in a vacuum. Nightcrawler teleports Wolverine onto the collar before being instantly evaporated by the Sun, while Wolverine's healing factor buys him enough time to carve through it before he too is evaporated as the now online Mother Mold hurtles into the Sun while raving maniacally via an Olympian allegory that the machines have found both man and mutant guilty and will destroy them both.

With the mission complete, Cyclops tries to find a space suit in order to get to Jean's pod so that they can try and make their way home. However, he is intercepted by Doctor Gregor who incapacitates and then executes him. The Sentinel drones that were mining on Mercury and thus could not reach the station in time to stop the X-Men, finally arrive, intercept Jean's pod, and work to kill her. As his proteges have seemingly all died at the hands of humans once again, X cries and vows "no more."

Part 8: "Something Sinister" Year One: X and Magneto travel to Bar Sinister to meet Mister Sinister. Encountering resistance from some of his clones, they're soon shown in to meet with Mister Sinister. They ask that he help them, using his knowledge of genetics to help build a database of mutant DNA. He declines, but he's soon shot dead by another Mister Sinister who one claiming to be the version of himself with the mutant gene. That version readily agrees to help the duo build their database, asking where he should start. Xavier then wipes the memory of their meeting from Mister Sinister's mind.

Year Ten: Several months ago, X and Cypher traveled to the sentient island of Krakoa. X brought Cypher deep into the island to meet the entity of Krakoa. Cypher conversed with Krakoa as he learned its language and some of its history. He revealed to X that Krakoa was once one island Okkara that was split into two islands named Arakko and Krakoa by the arrival of an enemy. This enemy sought to destroy the world and was only stopped by the arrival of Apocalypse and his Four Horsemen. Later, X telepathically revealed his plans to Cypher. He tasked Cypher with building an interface system on Krakoa to allow the mutants to communicate and use the island. An informational page reveals that Cypher succeeded, building a translation program so that mutants could interact with the island without Cypher's help. Additionally, Cypher helped create four systems, involving transit and monitoring, defense and observation, secondary and external systems, and overwatch and data analysis controlled by Sage, Black Tom Cassidy, Trinary, and Beast. There are rumors too that Forge built a large subterranean laboratory to help build biological machines as well.

Year One Thousand: The Librarian offers himself to the Phalanx for conversion and, hopefully, ascension. The Phalanx take the orb offered by the Librarian and assimilate it into themselves. The Librarian questions if he is within the Phalanx and the Phalanx reveal that he is. Surprised, the Librarian turns to his people and asks if that form is acceptable. The Phalanx suddenly transform into a large, spherical shape, confusing the assembled group. The group explains that the Phalanx only absorb machine intelligence they find useful and that the Librarian has created an empty vessel and copied himself over into it in the hopes of ascending as part of the Phalanx. They stand waiting and watching for the Phalanx to decide if the form is acceptable.

Part 9: "Society" On Krakoa, X, Magneto, Storm, and Polaris assemble somewhere. The four are joined by five other mutants: Eva Bell, Proteus, Hope Summers, Elixir, and Goldballs.

Magneto explains that the five mutants, collectively known as The Five, are able to revive deceased mutants. Goldballs creates unviable eggs, which Proteus in a Professor X husk makes viable using his powers. The preserved DNA of a mutant is then injected into the eggs and Elixir kick-starts cellular replication while Eva Bell uses her powers to accelerate their growth. Hope uses her powers to help the others operate at their peak and in unison allowing them to revive any deceased mutants.

Magneto further explains that X has been using Cerebro to copy the mind of any mutants found so that he could put their mind back in these empty shells as needed. X watches over several beings emerging from the eggs. "To me, my X-Men" he says as they crawl towards him. He places Cyclops' visor on him and watches as the group stands, thanking them for all they did.

Storm brings The Five and the revived mutants out, proudly announcing that The Five has allowed the nation of Krakoa to defeat death. She then introduces the revived mutants one by one to the assembled crowd, assuring the crowd that they are the mutants they've known. Off in the distance, X and Magneto watch the events and discuss how far they still have to go. They discuss the upcoming United Nations vote on Krakoa's inclusion into the organization. Magneto asks if Charles is worried, but Xavier simply says that today, he is filled with hope. The revived mutants enter the crowd as Storm calls them the "Heroes of Krakoa".

At the U.N. Headquarters, X, Beast, and Emma Frost celebrate with other ambassadors for gaining recognition of Krakoa as a nation. X and Emma telepathically discuss the events as Emma hints she manipulated the Russian ambassador to abstain from the vote. X thanks her for her work and promises that he has bold plans for her in the future. Informational pages reveal that over 100 countries accepted a trade deal with Krakoa and that several others are still negotiating trade deals. They also reveal that several countries rejected a trade deal for ideological and political reasons, including Iran, North Korea, Latveria, Russia, Brazil, and Honduras. Wakanda alone rejected a trade deal, stating that they did not need the mutant drugs, as did Azania, Canaan, and Kenya as the three countries are Wakandan economic protectorates.

Two days after the U.N. vote, X, Magneto, and Wolverine wait at several portals. Wolverine expresses his misgivings about the upcoming event, but X and Magneto assure him all will be alright. Soon after, several villainous mutants, including Mister Sinister, Sebastian Shaw, Exodus, Selene and Apocalypse arrive through the portals. Apocalypse in particular expresses satisfaction at arriving and Krakoa responds in the same way. Magneto and Xavier reveal that they have invited all mutants, even those who have fought against them in the past, to Krakoa, to form a society. The assembled villainous mutants agree to their terms, and Xavier shakes Apocalypse's hand, welcoming him and the others to their home.

Part 10: "For the Children" Year One: X meets with Forge and asks the latter to modify Cerebro to allow it to store copy mutants' minds in a main storage unit along with 4 backups. Forge claims the storage and power required are far beyond anything on Earth, but X reveals he has access to Shi'ar technology capable of overcoming that limitation. When Forge asks if he must redesign a new system or build it onto Cerebro, X leaves the decision in Forge's hands and simply asks "Are you--or are you not--going to build it for me?"

Year Ten: X and Magneto meet with Emma Frost in the Louvre in order to recruit the Hellfire Corporation to aid in the establishment of Krakoa. Emma believes the idea of establishing another mutant nation-state is a recipe for disaster, but she is ultimately convinced by seeing Krakoa first hand. X explains that they need the Hellfire Corporation's help in distributing Krakoa's exclusive drugs to the rest of the world which Emma compares to becoming "the East India Trading Company of mutantdom". X offers Emma two seats on Krakoa's council: one for her and another for Sebastian Shaw, whom X wishes Emma to recruit so that he can run black book operations into countries that reject Krakoa's sovereignty. Emma accepts on one condition: she will need an additional seat on the council. Later on, X sends a telepathic message worldwide summoning all mutants to Krakoa. The only one shown rejecting it is Namor, who claims that X doesn't truly believe that he is superior to the rest of humanity and tells him to come back when he "really means it."

Year One Thousand: The Phalanx accept the Librarian's offer and destroy the Elder. The Librarian asks Nimrod why they did this and Nimrod speculates that the Phalanx are part of a truly massive intelligence hosted in a network of black holes and that by adding other intelligence to their own they also utterly consume their physical form, which they will now do to Earth.

Part 11: "I Am Not Ashamed" One month prior to the events of the series, X, Magneto, and Moira meet in Moira's No-Space underneath Krakoa. Xavier uses Cerebro to speak to the entire world, informing them of Krakoa's miracle drugs, offering them to humanity in exchange for three things: Krakoa's inclusion in the United Nations, all mutants worldwide gaining Krakoan citizenship, and all mutant criminals gaining amnesty. His message is heard by everyone around the world, including normal humans around the world, members of the Avengers, Doctor Strange, the Fantastic Four, and members of Orchis.

Information pages reveal that the Quiet Council of Krakoa includes 14 members: X, Magneto, Apocalypse, Mister Sinister, Exodus, Mystique, Sebastian Shaw, Emma Frost, Storm, Jean Grey, Nightcrawler, Cypher, and Krakoa itself. They are additionally assisted by the four Great Captains, the Captain Commander Cyclops, Gorgon, Bishop, and Magik, who lead in times of conflict.

In the present, the Quiet Council meets to design the laws of their nation. After much deliberation, the Council devises the first three laws of the nation of Krakoa: mutants must make other mutants, mutants shall not murder humans, and the land of Krakoa must be respected. The Council finds Sabretooth guilty of violating the second law and sentences him to exile deep within the bowels of Krakoa. Krakoa swallows him up as X laments the business of running a nation.

After the Council adjourns, they celebrate the birth of their new nation with the other residents of Krakoa as X and Magneto proudly look on.

Part 12: "House of X" Year One Thousand: The Librarian strolls through the Preserve, which is revealed to hold mutants, not baseline humans as previously hinted. He comes across Wolverine and Moira (who has survived via blood transfusions from the former for the past millennium) and informs them he is arranging for them to be taken off the planet before Ascension. It is revealed that the Librarian and his race are post-humans (homo novissima), humans who have used genetic engineering and technology to direct their own evolution and thus outnumber mutant kind. The Librarian explains that if Moira dies when the Phalanx destroy the Earth before Ascension, she can use her powers to stop them. However if she is left behind, the Dominion can use their consciousness spread throughout all of space and time to stop Moira instead. Wolverine kills the Librarian and then kills Moira so she can use her knowledge to stop the ascent of post-humanity. This is then revealed to be Moira's sixth life.

Year One: We again return to the moment of Moira allowing Xavier to read her mind and see all her lifetimes. Professor X is crushed by the experience and the revelation that no matter what happens, mutant-kind will always lose. Moira explains that the one constant throughout all her lives is that Professor X is a good person and that she had to break that part of him to ensure mutant survival.

Year Ten: X and Magneto meet Moira at her No-Space to inform her about the new Council. Moira is suspicious about Emma not having named her extra Council seat yet but X trusts her. X also informs Moira that in order to convince Mystique to join, they made a promise that they'd resurrect Destiny. Moira is opposed to "pre-cogs" in Krakoa since they will end up revealing mutants' ultimate fate and jeopardizing the project. But X and Magneto promise this will be different and that the time has come for Moira to step aside. X and Magneto renew their commitment to fight for mutant-kind. Magneto proclaims "I am not ashamed of what I am. Let's see them try to stop us this time."

REVIEW

I really hope this is used for the next X-Men movies.

Hickman brings a very specific flavor of sci-fi into the X-Men (and it really fits the property). And as all good Sci-Fi story, it makes you ponder the ramifications of moral and ethical decisions.

The future is never bright for the mutants. As I discussed in the first part of this review, I was under the impression that the eleventh life of Moira would become a new reality. I think it is there as a fail safe, just in case they need to undo everything. So in the new version of the tenth life, Xavier and Magneto were pretending to follow other dreams... or what exactly happened during all these years?

By the way, if the whole X-Men timeline is condensed in ten years, then the same applies to the rest of the Marvel Universe. This makes some sense, but you also have to consider babies that grew up (like Franklin Richards). It’s fine to me, but maybe a true believer may find some plot holes with it.

Xavier looks evil in this story, and to be honest, he was always kind of evil. But I think the moment when things really went kind of wrong was when the x-men died and were “copy/pasted”. Technically, these characters are dead. But can Logan really die like that?

The text pages propose some scenarios that shouldn’t happen, that we know will eventually happen, like making duplicates of living persons or people that are not really dead being duplicated (that one would happen a lot in the marvel universe). You can also feel the tension with a council that includes Mister Sinister, Apocalypse and Exodus.

Also, while this is great for X-Men fans, you have to wonder what it means for the rest of the Marvel Universe, where humans are still a thing to side with. This also brings the eternal question as to why mutants are hated and Avengers are not, something that doesn’t make much sense to me. It made sense coming out of the civil rights movement, but as the Marvel Universe grew older, it became harder to justify. Sure we can explain it away with other things like xenophobia or homophobia... but in the context of this universe it is still a weak element for all the plots around the x-men.

Nevertheless, I think this is a great X-Men story that focuses on what is really important. We all know this peace among mutants won’t last, but it is a nice experiment.

The art is quite good at times. There are some artistic decisions I am not following at the moment. Many times we see characters from the nose down only, and this is very obvious for Xavier, who we barely see without the helmet. Is there something we are not seeing?

There are enough plot seeds in these 12 issues to last a few years, so we can expect a lot exploration. I just hope that the expansion into the several new x-books doesn’t dilute the ideas.

I give this story a score of 9.

#r b silva #pepe larraz #marte gracia #marvel comics #comics #review #2019 #post modern age #x-men #house of x #powers of x #powers of ten #moira mactaggert #professor xavier #magneto #mister sinister #apocalypse #wolverine

[maxximoffed]

Which mutants do you think should be omega level? (Besides the already confirmed ones)

omega level is hard to quantify at this point and very biased on the writing teams part, but dawn of x has rectified the situation a bit by reclassifying several mutants that were obviously omegas. that being said, in my opinion:

definitely should be omega level: darwin, selene, scarlet witch if/when her mutant status is given back

probably should be omega level: dazzler, post-dox moira mactaggert, eva bell, julio richter

possibly could be omega level: namor, bishop, gambit, monet st. croix, the xorn brothers

#Anonymous

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

Future MCU phase 4 fancast: “Nova Corps”

Plot: Set after the war with Thanos, the Nova Corps rebuilds itself after being nearly destroyed. Among the new recruits are Richard Rider, an Earthling who moved to Xandar while in high school, and Sam Alexander, a sixteen-year-old who joins the Nova Corps in order to find his father. 

THE CAST (not everyone of course)

1) Glenn Close as Nova Prime Irani Rael 

2) John C. Reilly as Rhomann Dey

3) John Cho as Richard Rider, the main protagonist

4) Steven Yeun as Robert Rider, Richard Rider’s brother 

5) Jake T. Austin as Sam Alexander, the other main protagonist

6) Keanu Reeves as Jesse Alexander, a Nova Corps officer and Sam Alexander’s father

7) Karen Gillan as Nebula. Nebula appears as the anti-hero who helps Richard and Sam

8) Quvenzhané Wallis as Lunella Lafayette / Moon Girl, Sam’s best friend who eventually befriends the Devil Dinosaur

9) Tobin Bell as the voice of Blastaar, a creature from the Negative Zone and the main antagonist of the movie

10) Constance Marie as Eva Alexander, Sam’s mother

11) Dafne Keen as Kaelynn Alexander, Sam’s sister (this is technically not cheating since X-23 is in the X-Men universe!)

12) Rosabell Laurenti Sellers as Carrie, Sam’s love interest

13) Jennifer Morrison as Namorita “Nita” Prentiss, Namor’s cousin and Richard’s love interest 

#nova corps #guardians of the galaxy #Avengers #gotg #peter quill #gamora #rocket raccoon #groot #drax the destroyer #nebula #richard rider #sam alexander #nova #phase 4 #marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe

[evita-shelby]

Devilry dancing in her blood

Or Evas adventures in the Eva-verse

For @raincoffeeandfandoms blog birthday OC celebration 🎂

Enjoy!!!!!

It is strange how she got here.

To this place she knew was her destiny and she pretended she could avoid it.

Eva was born to rule high society, marry a great rich man and ensure they could rise as high as far as Saint Peter’s Gates in her generation or the next.

She drinks the tequila quickly before she lost her nerve.

The witch still gets nervous before these events, you know.

When she was fifteen her mother introduced her to the secret passed down to them from Lydia Chapul de Aramburu who took a shot of tequila before receiving her lover at the home she rebuilt from scratch.

Eva takes one last look at the mirror and sees the nervous fifteen year old girl so hopeful in a pink ball gown that once belonged to her grandmother.

To think all the hell that broke loose when she became a woman in the eyes of society.

To think how she came to discover who she was and what she would never be during those dark years between her fifteenth birthday and her twenty-first.

That she would leave and start over in a strange country that hated her for being different and yet rise just as she her great-great-grandmother did when she chose to change her last name from Aramburu to Arambula after sending Emperor Agustín to his death.

“They are ready for you, Mrs. Shelby.” Tommy says from outside the dressing room door.

There was probably something bad about drinking so early in the morning, but she needs it.

Besides it just one measly shot.

Just to settle her nerves and keep her from being nauseous or worse throwing up on Tommy during her vows .

Could you imagine if it went viral?

Mexican heiress vomits on English groom.

No, señor, she is not letting that happen.

There can’t be anything going wrong today.

It can go to shit tomorrow, today is her fucking wedding day.

After one last look in the mirror, Eva reaches for the door.

She keeps a bottle of tequila for emergencies such as these.

The first true meeting between Wakanda and Talokan to cement their alliance.

Maybe if K’uk’ulkan had not killed Ramonda thinking they had killed her or not have Wakanda declare war in revenge, this wouldn’t be making her so nervous.

She is dressed in Talokanil regalia, the only difference is that her headdress is a replica of Montezuma’s and black as squid ink with pearls and silver white vibranium holding it together.

She wears the pearls Ch’ah Toh Almehen , or as his enemies know him, Namor, gave her that magical night they met and te pearl bracelet woven for his mother with the fibers of the plant that save him and his people.

She has been the Witch Queen of Talokan since 1920 and yet this meeting has her biting her nails from the anxiety.

When she opens the curtain door she will be where she needs to be, she tells herself after fixing the endless ropes of the most perfect pearls the God King of Talokan could find.

It is over.

The last of the Shelbys are dead or hiding and now begins their reign.

The rubies are as red as the blood on her hands and the dress as black as her soul.

The Empress has completed her transformation and tonight she comes to stand by her Emperor as they celebrate their victory.

The black velvet is fine and warm, but the chill in her bones creeps in still.

The tequila does enough to quell it, but it’s there.

Something is going to happen the moment she opens that door.

But she must open it and see what’s behind it.

“You said you only needed a minute, maga, it’s been ten.” Her husband said impatiently.

“You can’t hurry perfection, Luca.” The witch laughed despite the pit in her stomach and opened the door.

She shouldn’t have been drinking.

She is pregnant with their first and second.

Twin boys.

Perfect little boys with their father’s looks and her desire to fight for what is right.

Eva can’t wait to tell Jack.

He has been great, sure there were some close calls and she’s had to threaten his secretary, but he wouldn’t stray.

Eva won’t let him.

But he could, her magic has been acting strange since she conceived.

And some men don’t like fucking their pregnant wives and after because the body changes for the occasion.

Will he still find her desirable?

Will he stop being her devoted husband who can’t go a day without her?

There is only one way to find out.

“Next time you want to fuck with magic, Evie, count me out.” Tommy said and she laughed at his words.

Fuck?

Fuckity fuck fuck.

Fuck!

Not again.

Eva Shelby, formerly Eva Smallwood opens the door of her dressing room to step into her old house in Veracruz and sees five other Evas walk into the courtyard as confused as her.

“Did we play with magic again?” an older Eva asks her, and it takes her a moment to realize that this was the Eva she switched places with.

“Why are you old, we are the same age?” she asks herself and her lookalike scoffs.

“Forty isn’t old, Smallwood.” Eva Shelby answered.

“Neither is 129, Lady Smallwood.” The fae looking queen who isn’t a day over twenty-five says with a glare.

“What is going on?” an Eva ,with a more pronounced American accent says wearing a baby blue day dress and having the aura of twin baby boys, asks the one question she might be able to answer.

But the sixth Eva beats her to the punch.

Somehow there is a darker, bloodier aura to her. The cold of death sticking to her like perfume.

“The Multiverse has been broken."

#eva smith shelby #tommy shelby x oc #eva smith changretta #eva smith nelson #eva smith riley #luca changretta x eva smith #jack nelson x eva smith #namor x eva #kukulkan x eva #a different sort of man fic #incantatrice fic #between the shadow and the soul #national anthem fic #the witch queen of talokan series #of gods and witches fic

[evita-shelby]

Of Gods and Witches

Chapter 20

Cw: terminal illness, death, acts of war

Gif by @mattoidmeerkat

Taglist @thegreatdragonfruta @v3d3rl1cht @urgonnaneedabiggership

“You know what this means, don’t you?” Eva asks the queen after she was moved to a hospital in Mount Bashenga. Shuri wasn’t here, staying up all night trying to figure out how to make the plant at her laboratory further into the mountain.

“We are prepared for such things.” Ramonda says underestimating her enemy.

No one had faced one like her husband and his people. How can you go against someone who could hypnotize your guards into opening every door for them?

“No, you aren’t. Wakanda will suffer if you do not let me handle this.” Eva begins. “My husband has prepared his people for battle since he became king four hundred years ago.”

The only way to get him to stop is if she summons him and calms him down. If anyone could get Namor to stand down, it was her.

“Wakanda would not survive this.” Eva, knowing fully well how easy it was to exploit the weaknesses the first time, has seen this place flooded out of existence.

Namor does not seek to conquer, he seeks to destroy.

“You do not know that.” The queen says ordering for security to be tightened around her and the women of the Dora Milaje assigned to her nod in understanding.

“I know him.” The witch cautioned. “He won’t stop until you’re dead and your city destroyed. What you did was an act of war, he will respond as such. Please, listen to me, let me go to you and stop him from ruining your country.”

But the queen is deaf to her pleas and leaves the hospital room to find her death waiting for her in the throne room.

“How could you stop him, you are too weak to be moved. I have seen this illness before, your injury won’t heal and the heart shaped herb refuses to return.

If you leave your bed, you will die.” There is a note of pain in her words. No one was sure how T’challa died so quickly of his illness, now Eva knew why.

An injury.

“The Herb can resurrect the dead.” Eva reminds her and the woman shook her head.

“She couldn’t make the herb then and she can’t make it now. What makes you think my daughter will succeed?” Ramonda asked already braced for failure as she left.

“Because I’ve seen it. She will learn to reconcile magic with science and Shuri will make the Flowers bloom again.”

No matter what she does the witch cannot tap onto the bond she has with her husband.

The medication numbs her to it, trapped inside her body like an ordinary woman.

“Ch’ah!” She calls out to him, tries everything ---not involving sexual acts as there are people here--- to get him to see she is alive. “Ch’ah!”

But he is deaf to her pleas for him to stop as he flies to the glass palace.

He is consumed by his grief, his rage and thinking he has lost her again.

A queen for a queen.

He means to kill Ramonda, that is his objective. To bring Shuri to her knees thinking she was in on it.

“You have to let me speak to him, I can make him stop!” Eva shouts at the doctors and the guards in here with her.

“It would be too dangerous, you cannot be moved.” The head doctor shook her head and considered other options only to find it was all too late.

The palace groans and begins to collapse from the hydro bombs and yet only one person was killed in the act.

Eva can see in her mind’s eye as Shuri and the warriors Nakia and Okoye try to resuscitate her dead mother.

“You did this!” Namor shouts, still thinking he had a just cause. “I came with only a few warriors. “Bury your dead, mourn your losses. In one week’s time, I will return with my entire army.

May your next ruler be wiser and not betray Talocan again.”

“A queen for a queen.” Eva gasps in horror as she watched the wrath of her king bring Wakanda to it’s knees.

“And you will either join us against the surface world, or we will wash Wakanda from the face of the planet.” The God King of Talokan pronounced and Eva knew why he was going so far as to make such warning.

If he remains unaware of her being alive, he won’t yield when he fights Shuri.

He intends to die.

This line 'May your next ruler be wiser and not betray Talocan again' was ommitted and you can find it on the official script.

Sorry for taking so long i wrote myself into a corner and then took forever to write myself out of it.

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[evita-shelby]

What Would Eva Do?

(Wwed) send some questions and Eva will answer

Or a game i started and plan on keeping for a while

A threat in ten words, best place for a hidden knife, how she keeps Jack Nelson faithful to her(questions by @zablife

Advice (question by @look-at-the-soul)

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[evita-shelby]

Of Gods and Witches

Chapter 13

Gif by @crushondonald

Taglist: @v3d3rl1cht @thegreatdragonfruta @urgonnaneedabiggership

They leave and go to the Hacienda. Easier to erase the cenote and the Talokanil out of their minds if they aren’t there.

Flores del Mar.

He scoffed at the name, until Livia Drusilla told him the name had been given to it by her late sister-in-law and to insult the name she gave her home is to insult the late woman’s memory.

The place had changed over the years and yet it was stuck exactly as it had been when he first crossed paths with Benjamin Riley, the red-haired father-to-be who Namor had almost killed by scaring his horse.

He had gone riding through the land to clear his head and nearly lost it had he not cursed in Nahuatl.

I bought this place for my wife. Her mother was a maid here when she was little and now my Nicte is the lady of the house. I never want her or our children to think they are not worthy of the life she deserves; Benjamin had said as he asked what he was doing there.

“Eva says you are a mutant like us, but the villagers say you are a god. Which one is it?” Santiago asked the king as they settled in sitting room they had entered.

He had never set foot inside this place, he had only stood beside his mother’s grave and dealt justice to those who had enslaved his people.

There were some similarities between this place and Eva’s home, but it didn’t stop the hairs on the back of his neck from rising in warning.

But his witch squeezed his hand assuring him there was no danger here, reminded him that the people here with him were more like him than the people who had erected this fucking place.

They needed to discuss things, who could know she was still alive, which of them was allowed to know he was a mutant king of a mutant kingdom for safety reasons and about how many times would Eva make an appearance here to let them know she was well.

Ignacio had met two Norse gods, but Santiago had been trying to find if there were more people like them.

And he had found them, most of them had been wrangled into working for some government or secret society or independently like him because what else were they supposed to do with their powers.

If one could know about his existence ---for all but one would leave here thinking K’uk’ulkan is just a normal human man Eva had eloped with after staging her own suicide--- he would choose Santiago.

“My people believe I am a god, but I am a mutant, similar to them.” He answered the spy’s inquires.

Santiago was more subdued than his two cousins, Ignacio the more vivacious of the three and Eva was a pleasant mix of the two.

“I’ve met others like us, you would be surprised to know how many of us exist.” Us, he says, other mutants.

“Two brothers, Victor and James. One can make claws appear from his fingertips and the other bone claws from his knuckles. There is one in Europe who consumes the life and power of those he touches, nearly got me during a mission that went wrong---” Santiago continues, but K’uk’ulkan interrupts.

“Eva is a witch, not a mutant, how do you explain that?” he asks. Things were missing, not enough information kept around for safety purposes and even then whatever he had gotten his hands on was scarce.

All peoples had magic wielders too, but some argued that the gods and magic did not exist therefore magic wielders were simply mutants.

And now here there were people like him, but not like him who seemed to know the answers to his questions.

“Not all magic wielders are mutants, some like me and Itza just happen to be mutants.” Eva answered his question, still daring to hold his hand despite her aunt’s grumbling about it being improper.

“Eva’s father knew a woman who’s mutation allowed her and her sister-in-law to communicate with their deceased, one of her sons is a brilliant man with above average intelligence and a strange sort of invulnerability---'” Santiago went on to explain further and was cut off by his aunt who sat there drinking something he assumed was wine.

“Unfortunately, they use their gifts for criminal purposes, and somehow Enrique’s brother thinks one of them would have suit with Evita. Thank God you came along.”  The wine had loosened her tongue, and he preferred this woman over the one who accused him of doing heinous things to her niece.

Livia Drusilla was everything a lady was supposed to be, but to compensate for her lack of supernatural abilities, the gods were kind enough to give her an honest, but clearly forked tongue.

“Oh, so now you approve of him, mama?” Nacho taunted and took the wine glass from her. “First you hate him for taking our dear and deranged Evita and now you think he might be the only one on the list worthy of her.”

“Don’t call me that, Nacho.” Eva warned her cousin.

She had told him how the first time she lost control was because the girls in her boarding school had started calling her Eva la Loca and suddenly the quiet rain outside turned into a furious storm that broke every window in the classroom she had been in.

“Sorry, prima, I forgot you don’t like those words.” Nacho apologized and somehow that prompted his mother to apologize for her scene at the cenote.

“I must apologize for getting off on the wrong foot with you, but do understand I love Eva as if she were my daughter and you can’t expect a mother to act rationally if they believe their child has been hurt and taken against their will.” She apologized genuinely and Ch’ah found himself accepting it not just because of Eva who hoped the two of them to call a truce for her sake, but because that was a sentiment he understood well.

“I understand.” He had no children ---yet--- but anytime one of his people, who are like his children, were hurt by surface dwellers, he rained hell on them in revenge.

Namor loved as deeply as he hated and his wrath was as great as the ocean itself.

Something he and the red haired woman across from him had in common.

----

“Now that we know I’m not dying, I feel so embarrassed about telling you everything about me.” She said as he led her in the basic dance steps she had taught him in Veracruz. "I don't know if i should marry you or kill you."

Eva had splurged on music in his language and hers, and what better time to show him her gifts for him than tonight.

The witch had taught him how to use the gramophone, and the radio and even the piano. She had also tried to teach him a simple dance, but at some point, they’d given up. They had stood in the music room skin tingling and hearts beating in tandem as both witch and god fought the urge to devour each other.

“You told me I was getting the bad end of the deal by letting you know my name, now my name will live forever with you, and you will live forever with me.” He nuzzled against her cheek before kissing her in that addictive way of his. “In watan.”

“In wíichan.” She said in between kisses.

They were to marry in the presence of his mother’s stone later tonight and her family would wake up in the morning thinking Eva eloped with a human Mayan man. Well, everyone except Santiago who would be given a conch shell to summon them here.

Eva and Ch'ah had wanted a proper courtship, to have time to truly get to know and love each other, but the moment Livia asked if she was living in sin with Ch’ah it was decided they would marry where she could see them.

She’d die if she knew Eva and her soon-to-be husband had thrown caution to the wind and stopped being careful when they fucked this past week in Tlalocan.

Who knows, Eva may follow her mother’s footsteps and have a baby born seven months after the wedding.

“You aren’t too keen on marrying me, ki’ichpan.” As always, his powers of observation are unparalleled even when faced with a practiced liar like her.

“We have only known each other for three weeks.” She admits, resting her head against his as they stopped slow dancing to a soft and romantic song in Yucateco. “There’s a saying, marry in haste, repent at leisure.”

Ch’ah as usual, doesn’t ridicule her for her thoughts and feelings and heard her out. “Are you afraid you’ll regret it?”

The witch loved this intimacy, this closeness, being able to just be with him like this and know she’s not alone anymore.

“Talokanil law permits divorce, if one day you wake up and decide it’s over, you can divorce me.” He said, hiding the pang of hurt he feels at the thought of it, but saying it anyways.

But that wasn’t really what was worrying her.

She is mortal, she will grow old and die.

“I won’t live as long as you do, Ch’ah.” The witch feels sorrow well up in her throat as she says it. “I. I---”

“You don’t want to hurt me.” He finished the sentence she can’t bear to say and the hands on her waist came to hold her face as if she were his greatest treasure. "To that I ask you, in Eva, what is grief, if not love persevering?”

And so they marry, with Itza and Kinich, with her family and some of K’uk’ulkan’s soldiers and some others to serve as witnesses.

Eva Smith dies and in her place stands the Witch Queen of Talokan.

----

notes: I will probably be doing a time skip so we can get into Black Panther: Wakanda Forever and filling in the gaps through one shots

Victor and James are Victor Creed(Sabertooth) and James Howlett (Wolverine), the european who sucks peoples likves and powers is Sebastian Shaw who was also Dr. Klaus Schimdt who was the Nazi scientist experimenting on Jewish people and Magneto. Charles Xavier and Erik Leshner(Magneto) aren't born yet.

yes, i also made the shelbys from peaky blinders into mutants lol

and also borrowed vision's line from WandaVision

translations:

in watan: my wife

in wiichan: my husband

ki'ichpan: beautiful woman, pretty girl, precious, etc

in Eva: my eva

tlalocan: nahuatl spelling of Talokan

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[evita-shelby]

Of Gods and Witches

Chapter 18

Gif by @wiha-jun

Taglist: @v3d3rl1cht @thegreatdragonfruta @urgonnaneedabiggership

“The whales said you were the reason we are all in danger.” Ixchel regards the two girls with suspicion.

How could they be dangerous when they were barely older than her and Itotia?

In human years Itza was older than them even.

“Who are you?” The Wakandan Princess asks looking at her with open curiosity.

“I am called Ixchel.” Chel answers, keeping things vague as she does when she sneaks out to the surface.

She likes going up there, to the neat little village by the hacienda and the cenote.

Her yuum hates it, but sometimes he will go with her and call himself Ch’ah Almehen, husband of Lorena.

Even with a fake identity, he makes sure everyone knows na’ is his wife.

“I am Shuri and she is Riri.” The princess introduced herself and the engineer who looked at her curiously.

“You aren’t blue.” The engineer points out.

“I am---” Chel isn’t sure if she should reveal her parentage.

“Does your mother know you are here?” Namora asks in Talokanil.

She brings a dress made for Itotia and refitted for their guests.

Or that had been the lie mother had told her elder sister who hated how mother did not stop yuum from taking the girls prisoner.

“What doesn’t my na’ know, Namora?” Ixchel answered her question with another question hoping to avoid getting into trouble.

Mother wouldn’t mind her being curious about the prisoners, but father would.

Hates the thought of losing them all again so much he’s become even more overprotective.

Can’t even go to the surface without him getting after her saying things are so bad on the surface for little girls like her.

Forgets she can protect herself from mere humans and their big bad American guns.

“Translate for me, Chel, and I won’t tell your father you were here.” Namora, their kinswoman, suggested and Ixchel nodded readily.

“Princess, as a gift for you, the Queen of Talokan had a traditional dress made for you.” Namora held out the dress for her.

It was white, with colorful embroidery and enough jade to buy all of Yucatan food for a year.

“It Is your choice whether to wear it but not doing so would be considered disrespectful.” Namora adds the subtle order and Ixchel bites the urge to add, to my mother, the queen, at the end.

“No way you should put that thing on.” Riri Williams begins, unaware of the order she just translated. “It could be for a sacrifice or something. Or like a movie cliché. Woman is given pretty dress. Princess Leia. Belle from Beauty and the Beast. That white chick in Indiana Jones.”

“It is just a custom; the queen would not have bothered with the dress of they meant you harm.” Chel assures her and quashed all those references to a man having romantic or sexual intentions giving a woman a dress in the next breath. “Besides, the king and queen are too devoted to each other for Namor to consider the princess as a romantic interest.”

“See, it is just a custom, Riri.” The Wakandan Princess said taking the dress. “You should see what I have to wear to Warrior Falls.”

“Namora will take you to the them when you are ready.” Ixchel nodded and hoped no one told her father she had been here.

“Wait, you are leaving me here?” Riri asked, scared at the idea of staying here in the cave usually used for prisoners.

There were nicer places, but they have not had a surface-dweller here since Chel’s na’ was taken as a bride by her yuum and most had become inhospitable at this point.

“Do not worry, Miss Williams, I will keep you company.”

This was their only chance.

Dressed in finery that reminded her of the cape he wore when he brought her here, he prepared to meet the second human who would see the glory of his kingdom.

“You cannot give her that.” I forbid you, the words hung in the air as she told him what had and will be done.

He could order her, he has never done so, but Ch’ah is dangerously close to doing so.

“She has the other things needed to make it bloom again. Besides, my body is not strong enough to handle such magic anymore.” Eva argued, her glamour giving her the appearance of a freshly cut flower and not the wilting one she is in truth.

“There has to be another way,” he was outraged at her determination; surely there had to be another way they could do this.

“I gave you my mother’s bracelet as a symbol of my feelings for you, in yakunaj.” Ch’ah played dirty and place her right hand on his exposed chest, over the heart that he had freely given to her.

The bracelet symbolized his mother’s love for him and his love for his wife, to just hand it over to a stranger who did not know its worth was unthinkable for him.

“You saved my life with it once, I need you to save me again, Ch’ah.” She pleaded to his better nature; her hand firm and gently squeezing his chest to remind him they had exhausted all their options.

“You may give it to her as long as you tell her why we need it.” He gives in, he the undefeatable Namor, K’uk’ulkan the God King of Talokan, agrees to his wife’s scheme no matter how much he hates it.

“Princess, we welcome you here.” He said as he rose first from the table.

It was odd to think the person who made the thing that had brought danger to their doorstep was only nineteen.

A prodigy who could have done great in Talokan if they permitted outsiders in here.

Mother had been the exception. She had achieved immortality like father’s during a pilgrimage in the desert when she was Riri’s age, grown weary of living and bored enough to risk her life summoning a god from the depths of the ocean.

Chaac had decided to send father in his stead, to have the lonely king in his lonely hut hear her voice as if she had been just behind him and fall madly in love with her upon seeing her dancing on the beach.

“We had better accommodations, but the last hurricanes ruined them and won’t be ready for a while.” Chel explained to Riri why exactly she was here.

“So I was right, this was a prison cell.” Riri concludes.

“Yep. Do you have any other questions?” Chel had been answering question for a while now, Riri was very curious and panicked at the idea of being left alone with the guard women.

“Why are you different from them?”

Chel had been avoiding it, but she supposed Shuri would know she is Namor’s daughter because her mother brought it up.

“My mother is human, well, a human witch my father brought here from the surface.” A simple answer, and if she is as smart as they have heard, she will connect the dots.

“Your dad is---?” she asks, unable to remember Namor’s many names.

“K’uk’ulkan, or as you know him, Namor.”

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[evita-shelby]

Of Gods and Witches

Chapter 7

Taglist: @v3d3rl1cht @thegreatdragonfruta

Gif by @wiha-jun

He finds her packing things.

He feels stupid, holding the strange parchment paper in which Itza wrote the spell on and knowing that she will unravel the paper to find his mother’s bracelet there.

K’uk’ulkan comes bearing gifts and she is leaving.

“Where are you going?” He asks as she hums along to some song in Spanish in a long black skirt and flowery lilac blouse.

Every time he comes to see her Eva is wearing more clothes than the previous time.

They dress so oddly, he thinks. She would look better in Talokanil clothes, no strange undergarments, no rows of buttons or clasps to get past of.

Her hair is braided and tied with a black ribbon. Ch'ah prefers it loose, to see her dark brown hair fall down her back, to brush it aside as he kissed the freckles on her neck and shoulders.

“If I get my way, Yucatan, a certain hacienda by the sea under a false name. If my family overrides my wishes, England in a landlocked city where I only know three people and will be married off to a man I've never met.” His witch answered and carefully put books in a box.

The mention of anyone else having her displeased him.

He was a selfish man when it came to love; he could admit to it.

He didn’t love her, and yet the idea of another man touching her and loving her angered him.

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous, Ch��ah.” His witch, his woman says bemused as she pauses and takes out a book from the box and setting it back on the table.

It was her favorite, a novel she knew by heart.

There is a file on the table by her. The information of the man they want her to marry.

A white man, a white man who is a proven warrior and would provide her with a home and security.

The man who will live life knowing he will be second best.

Or the man who will make her forget you, a voice said as he tossed the file back in its place.

“In Talokan it is treason to take the king’s property.” He is possessive of her, not jealous. No why would he be jealous of surface-dwelling mortal man across the sea.

“Am I your property now, oh great K’uk’ulkan?” She turns to face him, not indignant of the word he used, but teasing him about his sudden possessiveness of her, a woman he has only known for six or seven days.

“You aren’t, Eva. I would never reduce you to chattel.” He answered honestly.

No, Eva could never be that. For a surface dweller, she was almost equal to him.

A soldier, a witch, a spy.

She thrived no matter how impossible her circumstances became as they changed because of the revolution.

Had she been Talokanil she would be one of his advisors, perhaps he will make her an advisor, her skills could be put to good use.

And you would get to be with her in the open with no one to stop the two of you, he can hear Itza say.

“I know,” the witch assured him she wasn’t insulted by his words. “Besides, if you ever do consider me property, I will demand that I would be able to say the same.”

K’uk’ulkan, God King of Talokan and maker of the sun, is left stunned by her words.

-----

Oh shit.

She made it weird.

Eva could laugh and say it’s a joke, but she knows she won’t get away with it.

No, how can you take back coming onto a man you truly like knowing your relationship is based on her being shamelessly vulnerable with him and earth-shattering sex.

“I have a gift for you.” He says, nothing except a slight flash of surprise in his eyes betraying his reaction to her words.

She takes it with great care, unfurling the roll and barely catching the ancient bracelet as it falls to the ground.

It is his mother’s bracelet, made with the fibers of the plant that made him and his people the way they were. She wore it until she breathed her last, removing it from her own wrist and giving it to her only child.

This is more serious than her coming on to him.

He may as well be proposing marriage to her.

“It is beautiful, Ch’ah. I can feel the love your mother had for you and your people in every bead, every stone. Your name is carved here, isn’t it?” she lovingly studied the bracelet, loving every detail of it. Whoever made it had known his mother very well.

“Ch’ah Toh Almehen.” The witch pronounced his name just as he taught her as she read the carvings and the tips of his ears turned red.

Eva wouldn’t mind marrying Ch’ah, she thinks.

Handsome, thoughtful, better than any man she’s ever known.

“May I?” he asks and she nods, extending her wrist so he may fasten it.

The gesture is intimate, more so than the nights they have spent together in a tangle of limbs.

He is gentle, so gentle and sweet with her that the young witch knows she will love this man till her last breath.

And he knows it too, she can tell as they stand there just breathing the same air, his warm hands tenderly holding her wrist and leaning in as if to kiss her.

And just like that first night, she takes the initiative and kissed him like she might die if she doesn’t.

-----

K’uk’ulkan knows for sure that Itza never intended for Eva to try this spell wearing only her strange undergarments, the bracelet and his pearls.

She has a tub, a porcelain thing big enough for two. He sits beside it and stands by in case the spell fails.

And it has, four times. Eva tweaks the runes and casts them on her skin again before submerging herself completely in the ocean thinking it was the water.

Just like the four times before it only works until the runes fall apart from the water.

“You’re going to kill yourself.” He points out the obvious as she resurfaced and held onto him for dear life.

“I’m going to die anyways, Ch’ah. This is my only chance.” She says stubbornly. “Tell me about Itza, are her runes on her skin or over something else?”

“Jade necklace around her gills.” He answered as both king and witch came to the same conclusion.

The sixth try is unsuccessful when cast the spell on his pearl necklace and he refuses to let her try again.

“Would you let me cast the runes on your mother’s bracelet?” Eva asks once they get back to the beach and tries to convince him to let her try one more time.

Sure enough, on the seventh try Itza’s spell works and once again the bracelet saves the life of its wearer.

#kukulkan namor #namor fic #namor x eva #namor x mexican!oc #eva smith riley

[evita-shelby]

Of Gods and Witches

Chapter 19

A/N: so imma be going on hiatus for a while and we know the reason why. So until the situation with Tenoch Huerta is resolved, i will be putting off updating this fic as i cannot write it without feeling a bit 😬 about it all

Enjoy, anyways

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Gif by @kukvlkan

Taglist: @thegreatdragonfruta @urgonnaneedabiggership @v3d3rl1cht

Eva has never considered herself cowardly, but then again, she has been lying about her health for the past two years to avoid the talks that come with it and those looks of pity she loathes so much.

So, after Ch’ah shows Shuri the beauty of Talokan’s main city-state and the sun that rises over it, she finally answers the young woman’s burning question.

“You are not a mutant like him.” She points out when they return to the hut and find her giving Itza to her nanny.

They usually do not employ a nursemaid for the girls, but Eva’s waning health does not allow her to keep up with her five-year-old child anymore.

Once this is over, she will make up for lost time.

“Yes, and no. I am more like the woman called the Scarlett Witch, in that I am both capable of magic, but also have genetic mutations passed down to me from my ancestors.

Despite how great I look; I am actually quite old. You see I was born in the year 1896 in a period known in Mexico as the Porfierato and grew up during the Second Revolution. When I was twenty-two, I was put under house arrest for sedition and due to the immense boredom, that came with it, I decided to try my hand at summoning Quetzalcoatl.” The witch decides against a detailed story about her life, there will be time for that later and while, Shuri seems to have done research on Post classical Mayan artefacts, she likely has no knowledge of Mexico’s history.

“Instead of summoning the true Feathered Serpent God, she somehow managed to summon me.” K’uk’ulkan said with a rather nostalgic smile and a firm squeeze of Eva’s hand. “I saw her dancing on the beach outside of her home and felt a connection to her as if I had always known her.”

“Later I would discover the spell I had found was to summon one’s soulmate but by then we had met, fallen in love and been married for several years.” This was the story they told everyone.

And yet all those details that they hold deep in their hearts occasionally manage to be found in murals, novels and stage productions of how Talokan came to have its queen.

“How did you manage to live underwater, if you don’t mind me asking.” Shuri, who has no real interest in romance asks the question they needed her to ask.

Eva answers by showing her the bracelet.

“The chief sorceress of Talokan taught me the runes that allowed to appear as human in the surface without the need for a rebreather. K’uk’ulkan, as a token of his love, gave me the bracelet made with the fibers of the plant that saved the life of his people, but most importantly, his mother.

I was able to cast the runes on it due to its significance and origin and live just as he does.”

And because it is all that is left of the vibranium flowers, she will have to give it up to live like him in truth instead of dying like the Black Panther did.

When Namor gets summoned onto the surface by the queen, Eva takes her chance.

“There is something else, Shuri. Something I need you to swear you will do no matter what happens.” The seriousness in her face causes worry in the young princess.

Her eyes widen thinking she is asking her to protect her children and the Talokanil, something Eva knows she doesn’t even have to ask for.

“I give you my word, as Princess of Wakanda.” She says readily.

And yet it doesn’t stop her from gasping when Eva removes the bracelet from her wrist.

The glamour fades away and Shuri is presented with a ghost of her past.

Her brother.

“The key ingredient to the cure lies in the vibranium flowers. I cannot make it grow, the soil here does not allow it to, and I cannot risk the surface world.” Eva begins explaining. “You are my only hope.”

“What do you wish me to do?” she asks, and Eva just gives a grateful smile as she gives her the bracelet.

“Take it and recreate the flower in your laboratory. Your people need the Black Panther just as my disease needs a cure.

One flower is all I need to live.”

Eva had not expected the Wakandan warrior woman.

Nakia, mother to Prince T’Challa son of T’Challa, she could see it even as the guards hurried to protect the queen and prevent her from freeing their prisoners.

“Let them go.” She orders the guards who no longer think she is as powerful as she had been.

“My queen, what has she done to you?” the guard holding a knife to Shuri’s throat asks thinking the worse.

“We must kill them.” The senior guard overrides her command due to her sudden change in health. “They have hurt our queen!”

And when Eva lifts her arms to cast a shield on the girls, Nakia fires her weapon and doesn’t miss.

Eva sees the blood on her chest as she slumps forward, and all hell breaks loose.

They took her.

It was a trap.

All there was left was a dying soldier and blood.

So much blood.

This was an act of war.

“Our people invoke my name when they pray for protection. Their deaths will not go unpunished.

Gather the city.”

They took his wife and mother of his children and Wakanda will pay the price.

He had been blinded by the hope of finding an ally in the Wakandan Princess.

To find a way to keep Talokan safe and know there would be someone out there to aid him in that.

And they had killed his wife the moment his back was turned.

If the queen wanted war, Namor would give her what she wanted.

Eva hates the cold white of modernity.

Hates the pastel colors of hospitals and the thin papery feel of the clothes they make her wear.

Her queen’s regalia is replaced by bandages under a loose button-down shirt and pajama shorts.

These too were white.

She’d kill for something darker, like black.

Black is such a nice color.

The nurses and doctors speak in a strange language, Wakandan or Xhosa, she cannot quite place it.

She is awake, she is alive, that much she can understand.

“Easy, your grace, your injury has been giving us a challenging time. Your illness complicates the healing process I am afraid.” One of the women, a bald one with an overly sweet nature, said as they helped her sit up.

Fluffed her pillows and offered her something to drink and everything.

“Where am I?” she asks in English.

“You are in Wakanda.”

#eva smith riley #kukulkan namor #namor x eva #kukulkan x oc #of gods and witches fic #namor x mexican!oc

[evita-shelby]

Of Gods and Witches

Chapter 17

Gif by @unicornspwnall

Taglist: @thegreatdragonfruta @v3d3rl1cht @urgonnaneedabiggership

“They say yuum wants war with the surface.” Itotia is strangely quiet.

Her teenage daughter was brash and outspoken even in ways Eva had not been at her age.

Took after her husband in that, she thinks. That man was raised to believe himself a god and even age had not bothered touching some of his arrogance.

“The surface wants war with us, we are just ensuring we have allies.” Eva corrects.

Humanity was always greedy, when the Abrahamic God placed Adam and Eve in Eden they decided it was not enough and ate from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil.

Even gods were greedy.

“By kidnapping the Wakandan Princess and the American engineer?” Itotia asked thinking it was a stupid idea. “Did yuum even think before he acted so stupidly?”

“Totia, watch your words.” Her mother warned. “The Queen of Wakanda refused to work with us and now we have to force them into doing as we asked.”

“Why didn’t you do it, mamá? Even yuum knows you are better at talking.”

Because I am dying.

If she could bring herself to say it, Eva would and stop this headache from turning into a full-blown war.

Then she sees it, the Black Panther tearing K’uk’ulkan’s wings from his ankles in a deserted island.

They fight, Eva feels her throat as dry as his in his weakened state and feels his spear go through her abdomen as if she were both contenders.

Shuri will not die, instead her technology allows her to make herself equal to Namor.

Namor who for all his strength and experience, has never fought someone who could bring down gods even without the vibranium flower.

“Mama, Na’, wake up!” Itotia cries as she holds her mother who is gasping for air and water.

For a brief second, the glamour falls and the girl sees the truth only for the Witch Queen of Talokan to rise from the cenote as healthy and beautiful as she always looks.

“Is Na’ dying, yuum?” Itotia asks after her father joins her at the edge of the water.

She was the most like him, in temperament and appearance.

For all her strength and invulnerability, she is still the little girl who would come to him when she had nightmares.

Eva’s death would hurt her just as his mother’s death did centuries ago.

“She is ill, but she is not dying. The Wakandans will cure her as part of our alliance, ki’ichpan.” Ch’ah holds his eldest, his firstborn child whom he met and loved even before she was conceived.

“You kidnapped their princess; how will they help us now?” Itotia looks at him in earnest, anger in her dark eyes because they both know Eva’s life depends on Wakanda and in her mind, he’s killed her already.

“She demanded to come here, your mother foresaw it and I acted accordingly, Itotia.” He answered disliking how quickly his own heir has turned against him.

She had changed after the chasquido.

His little dancer questioned him at every turn, thinking herself grown even if she was denied five years of growth and remained sixteen while her friends and her ba’al had matured into adults.

Why didn’t you avenge us, father? Why didn’t you fight Thanos like the Avengers did?

Were you too much of a coward to leave the ocean?

Two years ago, he had been faced with the truth, he cannot pretend the troubles of the surface no longer stay there.

To protect his kingdom, he had to sit on his hands and let the surface-dwellers avenge their fallen and try to fix everything.

His own people were loyal, but even then they questioned why their god and king had not fought for them.

Coward.

His own child, the child he met in a vision and sired on his throne had said then and said it now with her eyes identical to his.

She stalks off in her anger and Ch’ah Toh Almehen goes to his wife.

“Give her time, in kuxtal.” His wife looks better than she had in days, and yet the shadow of death lingers on her like a fine cloak.

Namor has lived alone for centuries and K’uk’ulkan ruled by himself for just as long, but Ch’ah Toh Almehen does not think himself strong enough to be in a world without her.

“She is right, you know, had I faced Thanos then you would not have been gone for so long.” I was a coward, he meant to say, but he could not make himself speak it aloud.

He was no coward, even if he had fought the Titan, his people would have suffered.

“It was not your destiny, the time will come when you join them, but it wasn’t then.” She extends her hand to him and he takes it gently, kissing it with the love and devotion he only has for her.

Whatever she saw made her melancholy, worried enough to send for him in the middle of a meeting.

Eva’s commands were never ignored.

His people knew their lives depended on what she sees, when he heard her calling to him, he knew whatever she has seen is not good.

“What did you see?” he asks, coming close, taking her face in his hands, and seeing the truth written there before she can voice it.

“War, you against Shuri, Wakanda against Talokan. If you do not yield to her---” her voice breaks off as a tear slid down her cheek.

She had seen him die.

It would not happen, of course, the Lords of Xibalba took pity on her and gave her a chance to outwit them like the Hero Twins did.

“Ye of little faith.” He tries to assure her, Shuri of Wakanda was too young, too grief stricken and lacked the one thing her brother had: the vibranium that made him the Black Panther.

“The cure to my disease is the flower, she will make it and take it herself as well.” Eva shook her head. “She will be as strong as you and she will tear off your wings even after you drive your spear through her.

Promise me, Ch��ah, promise me you will yield.”

He cannot do that, Shuri is a child. Like the Surface dwellers like to say, the devil is wise by age not for being the devil. Five hundred years of fighting and training have made him unstoppable.

Eva with all her magic could not come close to him, what makes her think a fucking child younger than their youngest daughter would be able to defeat him?

“What makes you think she can kill me? I am as powerful as a god, in watan, even if she were as strong as me, she does not have the experience I have.” He argues, softly in hopes she doesn’t move away.

Eva stands her ground and steps away slightly, making sure he is aware how dire the situation is.

“Your arrogance will be the death of you, Namor.” She warns and he knows she means it.

He hates it when she calls him Namor, he makes exceptions from time to time, but he loathes it when she goes against him like this.

First, Itotia now her.

“Tell me why I should deny myself the chance to die in battle?” he will yield, of course, he is not an idiot and knows too many people depend on him to let himself die.

Besides, if being defeated by a mere child of twenty is a shame amongst them, then being killed by one would dishonor his bloodline forever.

“Because I cannot live in a world where you are dead, Ch’ah. Because you have three children who need you alive. Do you need more reasons, because I have them, in wíicham!” she answers with tears, not caring if anyone hears them.

“I know you do, wàay, I will yield to her.” K’uk’ulkan relents without a fight. After a century, the king of Talokan should know better than to argue against her.

Notes:

Yuum: father/dad

Na': mom

In kuxtal: my life

Chasquido: the snap (technically its Le Chasquido

Ba'al: boyfriend, male companion

Lords of Xibalba: twin rulers of the underworld/gods of death, Hun Came and Vucub Came who in the Popul Vuh were defeated by twins, Hunahpu and Xbalanque aka the Hero Twins

#of gods and witches fic #kukulkan my beloved #kukulkan x oc #namor x eva #namor x mexican!oc #eva x kukulkan

[evita-shelby]

Of Gods and Witches

chapter 5

Taglist: @v3d3rl1cht @thegreatdragonfruta

Gif by @azianxpersuasionwrites

Cw: mentions of past alcohol abuse, mentions of death in childbirth, accidental death in horse riding accident, sexism and racism

The witch is sitting with her feet on a low table when he sees her.

He has heard and seen how surface dwellers live and yet he is always surprised whenever he sees it again.

There is a fine quality to everything, K’uk’ulkan could tell the large gilded mirror over the fireplace was just one of many.

She wears more clothes this time, make up on her face that covers her pretty freckles, her long dark hair pinned at her nape with blood red roses and his pearls on her graceful neck.

She’s a beauty, with and without all she wears.

“I’m not drinking.” She stares at a bottle of something on the low table and speaks his tongue perfectly.

Can’t drink, I’ll lose control and we’ll both be sorry, she had said that night.

Her lips are painted a dark red, like the velvet furniture sits on, her dark eyes lined with black, but it’s the fire in her eyes that captivates K’uk’ulkan.

“I’m not drinking.” She repeats and it becomes clear to him that she is not saying it to him, but to herself.

The glass by the bottle cracks and breaks as she stares at it in anger and before he knows it, she has used her abilities to toss the bottle into the fireplace where the clear liquor makes the flames jump.

The witches and sorcerers of Tlalocan had been consulted about her.

They could teach her if their king asked for them.

A surface-dweller she was and of tainted blood, but their readings told her she descended from the last Mexica Emperor, the great Moctezuma, and the last Seer of the Mexica.

Royal and divine.

Warrior and healer.

If you wish for a strong heir, you could keep her as your concubine, his advisor had suggested before K’uk’ulkan had dismissed him.

She would like Tlalocan, once they figure out a spell to allow her to live underwater of course.

But Eva is still a surface dweller, one with the blood of those who eradicated his and so many other people.

And yet the god king of Tlalocan desired her in a way he hadn’t desired his previous lovers, he dreamt of her these past nights.

Heard her sigh and cry out in pleasure, felt her stroke his wings and her warmth as she lay with him.

It wasn’t love, but it wasn’t ordinary lust either.

“I can hear what you’re thinking, Kukul.” She uses the nickname to annoy him. “I thank you for considering a teacher for me…and that other thing.”

“Does it happen often?” he asks looking at her embarrassed face.

He doesn’t understand her sudden mortification at knowing he has considered taking her to his kingdom and keeping her as his lover when he has felt and kissed every inch of her.

“Only when the universe allows me, its nearly always when someone is having less than gentlemanly thoughts about me.” She said avoiding eye contact with him and can’t help but laugh awkwardly. “You are not the first, but you might be the last, K’uk’ulkan.”

“Ch’ah, my mother named me Ch’ah Toh Almehen.” He has not allowed anyone to call him by that name since his mother died.

“Hm, your true name will die with me, and I will live forever in your memories. A bad deal if you ask me, Ch’ah.” The witch leaned on his shoulder.

What was the use of distance when you know you will die?

“I will be the judge of that.”

----

She gives him a tour of the house, Eva wants him badly, but she wants to savor every second he is with her.

She hates being alone, figures the worst punishment the universe could give was dying completely alone.

Even her significant others tended to die young. Diosdado had died six months into their relationship, Lourdes from Tijuana died of consumption after they parted ways in, and Pedro from down the street had gotten shot in the head during the american occupation.

Except for her former girlfriend, Antonia. No, Antonia lives happily in America with Francisco, Eva’s cousin by her uncle Patricio, the head of the Riley Arambula Family and their shipping company.

Eva leads K’uk’ulkan, no, Ch’ah, through the various rooms of the large house.

He knows more than she had assumed. He laughs and thanks her when he hears Eva’s wireless radio play one of the handful stations in Yucatan that talk and sing in his language.

She likes his laugh, his smile, to see the burden on his shoulders soften as he enjoys this new thing he had only heard about.

A shame this came so late.

He looks at Gabriel’s paintings, all kept in his studio where her brother dreamed of being like Jose Maria Velasquez Gomez, his friend Diego Rivera, or even the Spaniard, Francisco Goya.

He finds the ones made when Gabriel stayed in Yucatan in the hacienda that Tio Benjamin had restored and died in.

The one where Ch’ah received his third name, Namor, as he buried his mother.

“This is my mother’s stone,” he says as he touches the canvas where the ancient stone that used to fascinate her brother is painted on with all its details.

“I know. I’ve been wanting to show you since you left.” She said softly as he stays there. “One of my uncles bought the hacienda for his Mayan wife, Nicte. We used to visit at least once a year.”

Benjamin had come to Merida and met Nicte Balan, the witty daughter of the company lawyer.

The family had been divided about it, worse than when mother married her piss poor lover.

Abuela and grandaddy hadn’t cared, happy to know their youngest son found a woman he loved and loved him.

But the aunts and uncles who had chosen to accept the views society had on people who were not white, or rich had gone as far as insinuating Nicte had bewitched the adventurous Benja.

Half and half, seven who married to keep the status the family had, 7 who married for love.

Eva was expected to marry Leopoldo Carranza ---son of Venustiano Carranza, the current President--- to ensure their family would once again have the power and status they had during Benito Juarez’s presidency ---and lost during Porfirio Diaz’ dictatorship.

But she had ‘ruined’ everything when she took the offer the English spy gave her when she found her numbing her agony with booze and pills.

“The world is a small place, don’t you think?” He tears himself away from the vivid painting  and looks at her beside him.

“We used to camp out in hopes of seeing if the Mayan Warrior who visited the grave every winter solstice was real.” She whispers and Ch’ah shook his head with a quiet chuckle.

“What happened to your aunt and uncle?” he moves to the other paintings, still life ones depicting strangers, relatives, and people they met during their time north.

“Nicte died in childbirth with their baby, Benjamin broke his neck falling from his horse a year later.” The price they pay for love, everyone who marries for love is destined to die young in her family. “It was supposed to go to my brother, Gabriel, but he is dead as well.”

“So now you own the land my mother’s tribe was originally in.” he concludes almost impressed.

If she asked for it, she would have the remaining living siblings her mother had vote on whether she can have it.

They had thrown a fit when she demanded her inheritance and freedom to spend her dowry ---who the fuck has dowries these days--- as she saw fit.

So what if she bought very expensive Russian furniture stolen from some noble to decorate her sitting room in Mexico City?

So what if she bought a sports car and crashed it into lake Chapultepec because she can barely drive when she’s sober let alone drunk on absinthe?

Eva’s better with money now that she’s sober for good.

“My family does, they refuse to hand over all the wealth be it in money or land I have inherited from my parents and brothers because ---” she clarifies and he finished the sentence for her.

“Because you are a woman, in my kingdom, we have no such issue. My mother ensured women had the same rights as men when she served as my regent.” He loved his mother, treasured her memory like Eva does with hers.

“I suppose the cubanos were right when they said, en el mar la vida es más sabrosa.” The witch said, remembering he is still holding her hand as she tugs it a little to let go.

She likes the Sonora Matancera, even if she only heard the fucking song in her visions while she was on that peyote pilgrimage with the Huichol shaman she met in Chihuahua. They are not even La Tuna Liberal now and the song is yet to be written.

Not that Ch’ah knows or cares the Cuban band doesn’t even exist yet.

He laughs, it’s a nice laugh, she will miss it when she dies.

“Will you tell me about your underwater paradise, Ch’ah?” She asks quietly.

----

notes:

so the supposed og script says his true name is Ch'ah Toh Almehen, until disproved i will be using it.

the phrase en el mar la vida es mas sabrosa was made by a Cuban band called La Sonora Matencera in 1928, Eva can occasionally hear and see things that haven't even been made yet. also she used her magic to find the one yucatec mayan radio station in during a mexican civil war just because she wanted to do something nice for Kukulkan.

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[evita-shelby]

Of Gods and Witches

Chapter 11

Taglist: @v3d3rl1cht @thegreatdragonfruta

Gif by @unicornspwnall

Thank you youtube for existing!

Eva had been taught to swim at the age of exactly thirteen months. The moment Eva mastered running was deemed perfect to learn how to swim by her father, Harry.

Henry Absalom Smith could swim like an Olympian in the sea or in the rivers and lakes, a skill he vowed to pass on to his four living children. He and his brothers and sisters loved swimming so much that Daj called her children the matchai, or the fishes.

Her Romani Traveller father had been born in a marigold yellow vardo but raised in a bright yellow river boat called the Marigold until his parents decided to live in a brick-and-mortar house in Small Heath, Birmingham.

But he never felt at home in Small Heath, found it constraining and eventually when he knew every nook and cranny in Great Britain and Ireland, he snuck aboard a ship called El Botón de Oro where he met the enchanting Miss Isabel Riley who had been expecting him.

By the time they arrived in the Port of Veracruz, they were El Senor y La Senora Enrique Smith and ten years later Eva Leonor Smith Riley was born a week early in the Sistine Chapel.

And twenty- one years after her first swimming lesson, Eva feels as clumsy as baby foal as she tries to keep up with Ch’ah.

But Tlalocan is beautiful, and she likes his laugh, so she cannot complain.

He holds her hand unashamedly, showing his people his clear intentions with this strange woman with him.

Itza had warned of the suspicion his people would have of her, of how people would believe she had bewitched him with her love spells to ruin them all.

They will love her, they will accept her as queen and see their suspicions were unfounded, K’uk’ulkan had argued.

The people greet them with the same salute, one Ch’ah had taught her back in Veracruz.

Like the open jaw of a great shark.

Líik'ik Tlalocan, rise Tlalocan. A battle cry that stuck around after several chieftains and generals rose against him a century ago.

The people look at her with mixed feelings, some in excitement because she is like their king, others are wary because they know she came from the surface.

“The Vibranium changed everything it touched, the things we grow are the same as they are in the surface.” Ch’ah had explained as he guided her on a tour of Tlalocan.

The life here reminds her of the life above, the ruins above are restored here and adapted to the growing city. People bustling here as they did in Veracruz or Mexico City.

Everything is perfect, and K’uk’ulkan tells her excitedly how his immortality allowed him to fix every problem that arose.

There is no over crowdedness and inadequate housing like in the cities she’s lived in, the city is clean, the design elegant but not as gaudy as the ones she’s seen, everything here is just perfect.

“I never want to leave.” Eva said when he asked what he thought of his kingdom.

“You won’t have to, ki’ichpan.” He assured her. “No one will hurt you here, not while I live.”

And he lives forever.

Even La Huesuda won’t get her here.

----

“She will need clothes, and her things.” Livia had said as she ordered them around.

“I can’t believe you were going to trick her into going to leaving Mexico, tia.” Santiago said as he carefully loaded the suitcase onto his car.

“That K’uk’ulkan ruined my plans, Eva could’ve been Queen of England!” she huffed.

Livia had pulled strings to secure a place in Mayfair, an introduction to English high society and ensured Prince Edward of Wales was intrigued by the thought of Eva.

It had taken her everything to put a wrench in Enrique’s brothers’ plans to settle Eva with her grandmother in Small Heath, Birmingham.

There was a young man, a fucking gangster, who despite his ambition and good looks did not stop being wholly unsuitable for her sweet and beautiful Evita.

Now there was some Mayan nutjob who had seduced her and taken her like the thief he was.

“Mami, we’re Catholic and Edward of Wales is infertile.” Nachito pointed out amused.

“So, she can convert, fuck one of his relatives and destroy the British Empire from the inside.” She explained her schemes.

The Rileys were schemers at heart, ambitious enough to thrive and smart enough to get what they want.

Livia Drusilla Riley Arambula wanted to be the Lina Astor of Mexico and she had almost done it.

Except Francisco Madero died when the Americans and the Germans backed Huerta and the Rileys were scattered to the winds.

She would be leaving for New York with her eldest son, Andres who goes by Andy, with Alba who hates her for letting Aurelio marry her to some rich American breaking into politics, with Nacho who goes by Izzy because the fucking gringos can’t say Nacho without laughing.

And Eva, as always, only thinks of herself and not the agony she puts them though with every disappearance.

Livia will not plan another funeral; she’s had to bury to many of her loved ones. She will die with her niece if she has to plan Eva’s.

----

They call her Chilan Eva and Ch’ah thinks his people, at least the average citizens will accept her as their queen sooner than his advisors and other members of the court and his family.

Eva had taken in the beauty of Talokan with a childlike wonder. Asked questions until she had felt satisfied with his answers and was left speechless by the sun.

Eva had been gawked at, approached by curious children and given gifts by the time they reached their destination.

His palace, something that took almost half a century to build and that housed his throne and the sun.

Itza had counseled him to get it over with, if he was upfront with his intentions towards the surface-dwelling witch, K’uk’ulkan could nip most dissent in the bud.

Ch’ah had wanted to wait, to have Eva understand what they were up against first, but Eva had surprised him by agreeing with Itza.

I survived three dictatorships, nothing scares me anymore, she had said.

No, just the idea that you could live forever does, he had pointed out.

But Eva was easy to love, he thinks, clever, kind and resilient like vibranium.

“She’s pretty, I suppose,” his cousin, Kinich, said with as much interest as a new pet his elder daughter, Atziri, brings home.

“But not good enough to be my wife, you mean.” The king narrowed his eyes at his cousin and advisor.

Kinich was related to him by one his mother’s many sisters. Kin, one who was four years his senior and died at the age of ninety-seven surrounded by his nine cousins, their children and their grandchildren.

The first two generations did not live long, their bodies had yet to adapt to their new life and lived only a handful of years more than their air breathing ancestors.

It was then that K’uk’ulkan ventured above in search for answers and met Phastos who came searching for a place he once knew.

The Vibranium Sun gave them longer lifespans, seasons, nutrient rich foods and lit the way to make them as good if not better than their enemies.

“Some wonder if she bewitched you, feed you toloatzin to make you love her.” He whispers as they observed her with the other women of his family.

“It doesn’t work on me, remember.” K’uk’ulkan reminded him.

Once, a Talokanil had tried that trick only for her to realize that his unique physiology made it impossible for her to try a surface-dweller’s love potion.

“She’s a witch, K’uk’ulkan, you said it yourself, she is as powerful as Itza or more. She may not know it either.” Kinich tried to convince him, but the king refused to listen.

No, Eva would never do that to him. She had told him of she’s vowed to never use one again after hastening a man’s death by bewitching him. His only crime had been being Venustiano Carranza’s son and she would be the reason he would put a gun to his head.

But Kinich would not understand, he would think her a liar and him a fool who believed her.

“That is where you are wrong, Kinich, Chaac destined her for him and him for her, their souls were bound to each other even before humanity was made from the corn.” Itza coolly explained why he was wrong to accuse Eva of such sins. “She will be Queen of Talokan and mother to the king’s heirs.”

“I can’t argue against Chaac, I suppose. Congratulations.” Kinich congratulated him genuinely if a bit begrudgingly. “May your children have her good looks and give you as much trouble as Atziri and her little sisters give me and my good lady wife, Ch’ah.”

---

Translations:

Daj: mother, grandmother in angloromani

Matchai: fishes in angloromani

Toloatzin: Nahuatl for Toloache

#eva smith riley #namor x mexican!oc #kukulkan x oc #kukulkan namor #namor x eva #of gods and witches fic

[evita-shelby]

Wind

Namor/K’uk’ulkan x Eva Smith (OC)

When you know you have only days left to live, there is no such thing as controlling impulses.

One of those impulses had led to her summoning K’uk’ulkan from the depths. Another to telling him about her entire history from her youth in this house to how she came to be on the president’s hit list and then throwing herself at him because she didn’t want to die without knowing sex with man.

He is human, but also not human.

K’uk’ulkan can live underwater with his people, he can breathe through his nose and yet absorb oxygen through his skin like an amphibian and he can fly with his winged heels.

He wants to take her to Tlalocan, to his underwater city where witches can teach her how to properly hone her magic. To live with him as his guest, as his lover and eventually wife.

K’uk’ulkan thinks she is unaware of his intentions, but he feels this connection they’ve had since that night stronger than Eva dares to admit. He wants a life with her, an eternal love who won’t age and die as he can’t.

“Are you ready?” he asks she held on tightly to his neck while he carried her like a bride.

“As ready as I will ever be.” The witch said and before she knew it, they were flying in the summer wind.

#eva smith shelby #evacore #kukulkan x mexican!oc #namor x oc #namor x eva #november writing prompts