#pearl pangan and reader

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𝓗𝓪𝓹𝓹𝔂 𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮’𝓼 𝓓𝓪𝔂!!!

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Writer’s Month 2020 Masterlist

Thank you @writersmonth for putting together this writing challenge again!

Fics will also be sorted under their respective fandoms and pairings in my main masterlist.

Day One: Tattoo Artist/Flower Shop AU | Inks and Petals | Detective Loki x Reader (Drabble)

Day Two: Quarantine | Shave and a Hair Cut | John Wick x Reader (Oneshot)

Day Three: Magic | Sparks Flew | Quentin Beck x Reader (Oneshot)

Day Four: Long Distance Relationship | Only in My Dreams | Carlton Drake x Reader (Oneshot)

Day Five: Soulmates | The Promise of Stars | Changez Khan x Reader (Oneshot)

Day Six: Ocean | By the Shore | John Morris x Reader x Hermann K. Warm (Oneshot)

Day Seven: Hurt/Comfort | Moral Support | Diego Hargreeves x Reader (Oneshot)

Day Eight: Eight | The Governess and The Doctor’s Hunt for the Copper Beeches | Sherlock Holmes x Reader (1/4)

Day Nine: Illness | Man Flu | Cassian Andor x Filipina!Reader (Oneshot)

Day Ten: Bunnies | The Enemy of My Enemy | Eddie Brock x Reader (Oneshot)

Day Eleven: Light | What If... | Ben Solo x Reader (Oneshot)

Day Twelve: Meet Cute | True Winchester Fashion | Adam Milligan x Reader (Oneshot)

Day Thirteen: Music | The Governess and The Doctor’s Hunt for the Copper Beeches | Sherlock Holmes x Reader (2/4)

Day Fourteen: Metamorphosis | Ordinary Cousin of a Superhero | Pearl Pangan and Reader (Oneshot)

Day Fifteen: Coffee Shop AU | The Umbrella Cafe | Diego Hargreeves x Reader (Oneshot)

Day Sixteen: History | Starting Over | Naz Khan x Reader (Oneshot)

Day Seventeen: Cooking | New Routine | Adam Milligan x Reader (Oneshot)

Day Eighteen: Myths | Hotel of Jedha | Bodhi Rook x Reader (Oneshot)

Day Nineteen: De-Aging | Accompanist | Vanya Hargreeves and Reader (Oneshot)

Day Twenty: Loss | Take Your Time | Bodhi Rook x Reader (Kyber Soldier Prequel)

Day Twenty-One: Family | Night at the Museum | Adam Milligan x Reader (oneshot)

Day Twenty-Two: Pet Shop AU | Puppy Love | Poe Dameron x Reader (Oneshot)

Day Twenty-Three: Poison | The Governess and The Doctor’s Hunt for the Copper Beeches | Sherlock Holmes x Reader (3/4)

Day Twenty-Four: True Love’s Kiss | Debating Sleeping Beauty | John Morris x Reader x Hermann K. Warm (Oneshot)

Day Twenty-Five: Drop | The Governess and The Doctor’s Hunt for the Copper Beeches | Sherlock Holmes x Reader (4/4)

Day Twenty-Six: Summer Vacation | Crush | Brad Davis x Reader (Oneshot)

Day Twenty-Seven: Dream | I’ll Be Seeing You | Robert Fischer x Reader (Oneshot)

Day Twenty-Eight: Fantasy | Consequences of Curiosity | HAPtives and Reader (Oneshot)

Day Twenty-Nine: High School AU | Thank U, Next | Poe Dameron x Reader (1/2)

Day Thirty: Joy | Thank U, Next | Poe Dameron x Reader (2/2)

Day Thirty-One: There was only ONE bed | Stranded with You | Bodhi Rook x Reader (Oneshot)               

[nellycanwrite]

His Queen

K’uk’ulkan x Filipino!Reader Blurb

Summary: K'uk'ulkan pays you a visit to ask you to become his queen.

Rating: PG 13+

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1.5K

Note: Filipino!Reader is inspired by Marvel's equivalent to the Filipino Superhero Pearl Pangan, also known by her hero name Wave. You can control water and have the same capabilities as a Talokanil, but you are still a land-dweller born and raised in the islands of Mactan, Cebu Philippines.

It is also worthy to note that I have not included any Yucatec Maya phrases despite Namor speaking in his mother tongue as respect to his language. Therefore his mother tongue shall be labeled with italics.

This work is a connecting piece to His Timeless Love. Both can be read separately and in any order.

Hidden by the waves of saltwater was a man. But not just any man; K'uk'ulkan. The feathered serpent god from myths old and from legends foretold. Yet his divine countenance could not compare to your own. The water bent by your will, aides you at your beck and call. It surrounded you like a halo of shimmering fractals that danced around you with the flitters of a sea faerie from folktales. It was as if the sea was your bidding, yet it obeyed you like a knight to its queen. Such prowess came from disquieting origins, yet you wielded it proudly. Regally. 

He was enchanted by you.

There were no words to describe the blossoming heat from his chest, traveling from the pulsing veins of his fingertips down to the tingling crunch of fine white sand beneath his bare feet. You moved with the grace of dancing anemone, glowed as brightly as the stars of the evening sea that guided him through the throes of the darkened currents. No matter how many times he would see you, his breath always hitched. Time always stopped. 

Time was no concept for an immortal such as he, yet he found himself counting every precious second when he basked in your company.

"I know you're there." The sea rippled around him. He shook his head and chuckled.

"How did you know?" He rose from the depths of the water and stayed by the shore's edge. The waves lapped at his winged feet pleasantly like a greeting from an old friend. His eyes trailed across your back as you glided your arms in a dance of tradition with the water accompanying your movements.

"You're not subtle, K'uk'ulkan," you did not turn to face him, but you regarded him with a sliver of ocean water snaking across his arms. K'uk'ulkan held the urge to let a pleasant shiver run down his spine. You chuckled, "I saw you peeking your head from the shore."

"Is it unpleasant for you? For me to disturb you from your rituals." He asked. Your hands stopped.

"Never." You did not bother to correct him that your idle movements weren't rituals. It was mere movements controlled by the crashing waves upon the loose sand, imitating the flow of the currents that shook with each stroke. An impulse, maybe. An urge to dance with the hymns of your orient motherland.

You finally turned to face him, eyes locking with a magnificent earthen oak. He chose this moment to shorten the distance between you, his fingers finding solace at the supple of your cheeks. He caressed the lids of your eyes free of seawater and lingered a kiss to your brows with a satisfied smile. 

"Then why call me out?" There was a mischief behind his words hidden beneath the whispers of ardor. You smiled.

"I would rather have your company than to let you linger by the sea. I know you wish for the same."

You noticed his breath become albeit ragged—although it was but a sliver of a puff of air—so you willed the water to sustain his skin from the blistering heat knowing full well that he would stay with you until nightfall. The sun of Mactan, Cebu on the high end of summer's afternoon was one of the hottest recorded in any index; it would harm K'uk'ulkan if you were to let him stay under it any longer. A thin dome of water covered the both of you and the light bounced off from the water to your skins. Picturesque as it might seem to the eyes of an onlooker, there was something much more beautiful in the eyes of K'uk'ulkan.

And that was you.

"Thank you, my love." He spoke in his mother tongue. It was as pleasant and melodious as the wind chimes from your rattan house. It always filled you with immeasurable joy for him to use his language to speak so softly with you.

"Always," you guided him to sit on the sand under a nearby coconut tree, water covering you at every step and wetting the exposed skin of K'uk'ulkan. A question prodded in the forefront of your mind as soon as you were settled and huddled between the serpent god's legs, his arms wrapping around your waist and head buried on your shoulder, "why have you come to visit, my king?"

"Do I need a reason to see my queen?"

You sighed and shook your head, leaning back against his frame and turning your head to kiss the shell of his pointed ears. "A land dweller cannot be queen, K'uk'ulkan. You know that."

"Yet one lay in my arms at this very moment." He tightened his grip on your waist and peppered kisses against your neck. You tried your best not to humor his need for attention despite the growing heat that formed on your nape and cheeks.

"The people need a queen that is of Talokan blood. I can't simply take that role."

"Your achievements speak for itself," he raised his head from your shoulder and kissed your cheek, "you have saved Talokan from the hands of scientists who tried to scour through the depths of our oceans, kept our secret well-hidden from the land dwellers, and you have kept your promise of aid to my kingdom in times of need. We have seen you divert ships away from our home with your riptides and currents."

"That is hardly a reason. I've only repaid a debt."

"And what debt would that be?"

"Sparing me," your hands snaked towards the hands that locked itself on your waist. You drew circles against his skin as he sighed in content at the moment, "you had every reason to kill me when I stepped through the entrance of Talokan. You were a king who protected his people—I was sure I was going to die by your hand that day."

"You intrigued me," he supplied, his hands now taking yours and intertwining your fingers together, "you did not yield under my threats nor did you use the name my enemies have called me when I have antagonized you."

"Namor," you tried, the name foreign to your tongue, "I much prefer your real name, K'uk'ulkan. And why would I make an enemy of the king of a civilization that I have intruded?"

"You might be one of the rarer sane land dwellers."

"I try." You gave him an amused shrug.

"You are also special, my love," he added, his mother tongue chiming through the warm pacific winds, "my people already revere you as a god of their own."

"Me?"

"Do I really have to spell every word?" He placed two fingers on your chin and made you look up at the flowing dome of saltwater that you are effortlessly maintaining with your powers, "you control the sea. Our life source is at your beck and call. You can breathe like us, swim like us, and you could withstand the pressure of Talokan. You have garnered the love of our people."

"Your people." You corrected him. He shook his head and adjusted himself so he could lay his forehead against yours.

"Our people," he stared into your eyes, the rich earthen gaze reflecting that of his love for the sea. With it also came the tremendous love he had for you; his queen. No one was fit to rule by his side but you. Although there might be reservations from others of his kingdom, they cannot refute the fact that you—an entity that controlled the tides of their home—were to be revered. Respected. 

Your benevolent rule will be the legacy of his choice. And it will be living proof for the people that you were the only rightful queen to sit by the right hand of his throne.

"You hold the strength of the sea at your whim, yet you choose kindness above all else. But you do not hesitate to use force when it is necessary. That is the true makings of a ruler. Your judgment astounds me, your beauty is simply divine. You are perfect, my love."

"K'uk'ulkan…" his name was like a prayer to your mouth. It was ironic, you might say, for the prayers of the god of the sea fell into his attentive ears and returned the favor with worship—as if you were the divine entity and he the disciple. You felt his hands creep into the back of your head and pull you impossibly closer, his fingers tangling with your dampened hair from the obedient water from the ocean's tide, his lips fluttering with the tongue of praise to you; his god. He regarded your meager stature like the statue of a Santo Niño. Holy. Sacred. 

He uttered your name in a breathless whisper that wavered the dome of water from your command. He might have found that amusing enough to release a minute chuckle. He was the only one who could sway your otherwise earnest control.

"This I ask again, will you become my queen and rule Talokan by my side?"

[geekcavepodcast]

Marvels “Agents of Atlas” To Get Own Comic Series

The Agents of Atlas made an impression during the War of the Realms and now will get their own stand-alone limited series. Greg Pak and Jeff Parker are writing Agents of Atlas, with artists Nico Leon and Carlo Pagulayan.

The Agents of Atlas team features Agent Jimmy Woo, Shang-Chi, Amadeus Cho / Brawn, Cindy Moon / Silk, Lei Ling / Aero, Lin Lie / Sword Master, Pearl Pangan / Wave, Soel Hee / Luna Snow, and Dan Bi / Crescent and Io. 

Additionally, the Chinese-language books introducing Aero and Sword Master will be translated for English readers and release in July 2019.

Agents of Atlas #1 will go on sale in August 2019.

(Cover of Agents of Atlas #1 by Jung-Geun Yoon via Marvel Comics)

[self-proclaimed-chaotic-good]

Carlton Drake (Venom)

Apples & Cinnamon Masterlist [Complete]

Science & Faith Masterlist (Sequel to Apples & Cinnamon)(Ongoing)

Prospecting Gold [Hiatus] (The Sisters Brothers X-Over) [Part One]

Horror’s Ultimate

Take my Hand... (AU)

Just a Friend (College!AU)

Waiting by an Open Door (Beauty and the Beast!AU)

Only in My Dreams

Eddie Brock (Venom)

The Enemy of My Enemy

Loki Laufeyson (Thor/Avengers)

What We Do in the Avengers’ Tower

Brad Davis (Spider-Man)

Spider-man’s BFF’s Sister Oneshot Series (Filipina!reader):

Crush

Illusion

Unsteady

Quentin Beck (Spider-Man)

Sparks Flew

Wanda Maximoff (Avengers)

From the Shadows Oneshot Series:

Stranger in White

Stranger in Camo 

A Stranger in My Own Home

Steven Grant/Marc Spector (Moon Knight)

Truth in Myth

Missing an Eye, Missing a Stick (Filipina!Reader)

Katling (Katy Chen x Xu Xialing) (SCATLOTTR)

Rope Dart and Long Bow Oneshot Series:

Testing Strength

The Jacket that Launched the Ten Rings

The Brewing Storm

Platonic x Reader

Planting Seeds in a Garden You Don’t Get to See (Platonic!Natasha and reader, hint of Bucky x reader)

Ordinary Cousin of a Superhero (Pearl Pangan and Filipina!Reader))

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Ordinary Cousin of a Superhero | Cousin!Pearl Pangan and Filipina!Reader (Oneshot)

Prompt: Metamorphosis

Fandom: Marvel

Warning: A short scene with violence, nothing too graphic

Words: 1844

A/N: Just caught up with the arc for the new Agents of Atlas and Atlantis Attacks. I’m loving Wave and I hope that she gets her own comic book series soon. The fact that the entire team for the new Agents of Atlas is made up of Asian characters is amazing. By the way, I have not watched Agua Bendita yet, but if someone knows how to watch it, lmk

-

Being the cousin of a superhero has its pros and cons. Pros, is that you’re related to a superhero, you’ve got bragging rights, you’ve grown familiar with their lifestyle, get to meet other superheroes, and you’ve got a powerful ally that has your back no matter what. Cons, they’re always busy, you become a target to their enemies, people believe you got where you are because of your relations, not your own capabilities, being constantly compared, along with feeling…  not special.

But after a while, you weren’t as insecure about being the cousin of Pearl Pangan, also known as Wave, the water manipulator and member of the Agents of Atlas. You were a scientist, a member of an innovative research team in Stark Industries. You got where you are because you worked hard and wanted to help change the world, even if you didn’t have any superpowers of your own. You don’t always need superpowers to change the world.

The team’s current project was regeneration liquid. “Think bacta tanks from Star Wars,” Tony had said. It wasn’t a cure all solution, but would help deal with superficial injuries until the patient could be transferred to the hospital and if your team got the formula right, submerging the patient in the water could help heal internal injuries as well.

One day, you were eating lunch with Cindy Moon, Amadeus Cho, and his sister, Maddy, over at the pizza parlor when Cindy froze mid bite. She tossed her pizza slice down and looked around with a frown.

“What is it?” Amadeus asked.

Maddy pulled out her scanner, checking the reading for abnormal activities. “Ammy, it’s coming from the water off the east coast,” she said.

Amadeus cursed under his breath. “Sorry, (Y/n/n), we have to-”

“I know,” you said, shooing them away, “Go save the world. Pizza can always wait.”

“We’ll stop by the tower,” Cindy promised. She finished her slice and stood up, her silk-senses tingling like crazy.

Suddenly, you were left alone with an empty pizza pan. You slurped the last of your drink before leaving a tip and heading out. There was a small tremor in the ground, but everyone seemed to have shrugged it off. You were checking your phone for any updates on the project while you were on lunch break when someone bumped into you. Then another. And another. Your phone was long gone in the stampede of retreating pedestrians. The ground began to rumble until all the manholes bursted open with rank sewer water spewing out.

You began to move towards Stark Towers, the only safe place you knew, when a hand shot forward from an alleyway, yanking you by the collar. They threw you against the brick wall, your form hidden from passerbyers by the large garbage bin.

“Where is the formula?” A man in a black ski masked demanded, holding a gun at you,

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” you sputtered, trying to pry his hands away.

He gripped your shirt, pulling you towards him, then slamming you against the wall. The air was knocked out of your lungs, your vision blurring for a moment. “Listen, I don’t have time for this. Where is the formula?”

“I don’t know!”

He sighed, tucking his gun away. Your shoulders sagged, foolishly believing that he was going to drop it. Maybe he was just some thug hired by a rival company, desperate to find a way to cheat Tony Stark.

A knife came towards you without hesitation, a leather gloved hand preventing your screams as he went to work. Tears ran down your face when your struggling was futile. You were powerless.

-

Your bruised and bloodied body was placed in a crate and delivered to the front of Stark Industries. The pain came in bursts as the crate was rattled around, muffled voices could be heard beyond the thin walls of your confinement, but you were too tired and weak to make a noise.

There was a sound of some kind of scanner surrounding the crate, followed by a loud gasp. The crate was quickly pried open, a flood of light filling in and making it hard to keep your eyes opened. The last thing you remembered was being lifted out and carried onto a stretcher, panicked voices surrounding you.

You had a dream once where you were at a beach. It was the beach that your family used to go to when you were little. You turned and saw your cousin, Pearl, stare at you before her eyes widened. You were suddenly sucked into the ocean, being dragged down as if there was a chain wrapped around your limbs, pulling you deeper and deeper down. You were alone under water, but you could see blurry figures above the surface talking, but they couldn’t see you.

What you were feeling was quite similar to that dream, being tied down while under water with people conversing as if you weren’t there. Though, this time, there was that rumbling again. The same one you heard out on the streets. Lights above the surface of the water flickered as the water vibrated around you, a current sucking you in again.

There was a sudden surge of light, hitting directly at you. Water entered your mouth and you began to choke. It was all too real to be a dream. You struggled against your restraints, flailing your arms until you felt the water move and you were strangely falling forward towards the surface.

Alarms blared around you as you gasped for air, your body soaked and surrounded by shards of glass. A sturdy pair of hands grabbed your waist before slinging your arm around their neck. You continued to cough as you tried to regain your bearings.

You were pulled into another lab that seemed to be unscathed by the accident. The person propped you up on one of the exam tables, holding your face steady as analyzing brown eyes scanned your face. You winced at the sudden flashlight in your eyes, a quick apology muttered by the person examining you. They waved a small scanner over you and gave a huff.

“(Y/n), can you hear me?” they asked softly.

You nodded slowly.

“Can you tell me your full name?”

“(Y/n)... (Y/l/n).”

“Do you know who I am?”

You blinked your eyes as they slowly focused. “Bruce?”

He nodded, relief written on his face. “Do you know where you are?”

You briefly looked around. “One of the labs… at Stark Tower.”

“Do you remember what happened at the time of your accident?”

You frowned, nodding. “I was grabbed…. At an alley. A lot of things were happening at once. They wanted the formula. I refused to give it to them. They… they beat me up and knocked me unconscious. I was… in a crate… i think. Then… I was in water.”

“We submerged you in the H.O.L.Y. water,” Bruce said, “Your readings showed that most of your injuries had already healed in the last few hours until the explosion.”

“Holy water? Explosion?”

“Right. I’ll explain one at a time. Tony called the project H.O.L.Y. water, which he hadn’t explained what it stood for, but while you were in the water, there had been a few explosions in the area and one in the building. It wasn’t an ordinary explosion and… i believe it had reacted to the water, causing some side effects.”

Your heart began to race. Had the formula become unstable or toxic? Bruce sensed your panic, resting a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“It’s okay… just, take a deep breath. What I’m about to show you might shock you. Let me know when you’re ready.”

You took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. When your heartbeat returned to normal, you gave him a nod. He handed you a mirror, which you took with shaky hands. You lifted it, slowly revealing your face. Your skin seemed normal, making you nervous that you were missing something major. Your heartbeat picked up again and your skin turned blue, becoming more translucent the more you panicked. Almost as if you were water. 

“What… what… what’s going on?”

Bruce sighed. “We believe that this explosion has caused you to absorb the properties of the water.”

“The… there was electricity that surged through the water, I think,” you said, gripping the mirror as you concentrated on trying to keep your form stable.

He nodded. “I just took a scan of you and you are completely healed, faster than we anticipated. That explosion destroyed that lab and you emerged unscathed. I believe you have rapid healing abilities.”

“I…” You gripped the edge of the table as you tried to wrap your head around the situation. “I need a nap.”

-

Pearl had been staring at you for the past fifteen minutes in curiosity, but also concern. Having the ability to manipulate water, Pearl was also able to sense anything water, which was why she had been surprised when she was called over to Stark Tower right after a mission, only to find her cousin in a distressed state with her skin fluctuating between her normal skin color and ocean blue water.

“Oh diyos ko, you remind me of Agua Bendita!” she finally exclaimed.

The tension in your muscles loosened at this, a laugh escaping your lips. You weren’t sure how she was going to react, but you were glad that she was at least approaching you as she normally would.

“Oh my god, I think I am.” You reached out and hovered your thumb over a cut on her cheek before pressing down and wiping it as if it was a mere stain.

“That was cool.”

“Yeah, I guess this is my life now,” you said.

“I’m tempted to dunk you in the water to see what happens.”

“Pearl, no.”

You shook your head at her, then looked down at your hands. They seemed to return to their normal state when you’re calm, but turn to water when you’re upset. You would have to talk to Bruce about how to keep your condition in check. No doubt that they’d want to run tests on you to see what else you could do. Tony had even mentioned that he wanted to keep it a secret for as long as he can from Fury.

With your new condition, you didn’t want anything to change. Going back to work after the incident, you noticed that only the researchers who were present during the incident were aware of your condition, being sworn to secrecy by Tony or risked being fired. You could still feel their eyes on you, making you self conscious and turn to ocean blue without you meaning to.

You didn’t want to become some miracle healer, and there was no way you’d have those powers without a price. Until you find your full potential, you feared that if word got out of your powers, you’d gain plenty more enemies than when you were Wave’s ordinary cousin.