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stars aligned // Namor/deaf!reader

chapter 3

Warnings: no warnings in this one

Synopsis: Namor and Namora share an interesting conversation while Thulile gets slightly more comfortable in her captivity.

Word count: 1k 

Additional notes: as a holiday gift to everyone, I decided to post one more chapter for today! I’ll be taking the next few days off for the holiday but I’ll be posting soon! Thanks for reading, and happy holidays!!

Yucatec Maya:

In ajawo’ - my king

ka’a suku’un - cousin

le mareas le destino cambiarán ti' le Kukulkan ka le ku desafía u k'aay sirena ku pare tu taan leti' - the tides of fate will shift for the Kukulkan when the one who defies the siren’s call stands before him

In disculpas - my apologies

ch.1. ch.2. 

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Namor stepped into his private sanctum. Almost every wall was adorned with hand painted murals of his own creations. Namor stepped around his table with different paints and parchments covered in every kind of swatch of various colors. His dark eyes cast down to his wrist, seeing the dark beads he’d picked off his prisoner. His very fascinating prisoner, for a land-dweller. 

“How did she write it…Thulile, that was it,” Namor grumbled to himself. 

Of course he couldn’t forget such a name, it was like something he never had and yet it had his full attention. A fact equally attributed to its holder. Namor would be a fool to ignore that his prisoner was easy on the eyes with a fiery stubbornness to match. But that’s all these were, observations. Nothing more. 

Namor picked up his palette and brush, returning to his latest unfinished mural. However the ancient king wouldn’t be allowed to sink into his focus when one of his prized generals stepped into the hut, announcing her arrival. 

“In ajawo’,” Namora held her hands open in their custom, “may I approach?” 

Namor held a smile, never taking his eyes away from the mural, before nodding, “of course, general. What do you need from me?” 

“We should discuss the prisoner,” Namora said. 

“What of it?” Namor said, pretending to be disinterested. 

“You could not of seen it, in ajawo’,” Namora watched her king carefully, “it is exactly how the prophecy said.” 

The brush in Namor’s gentle hand stopped centimeters from the stone before he placed it back on the palette with a sigh. 

“Not with this again, ka’a suku’un,” Namor placed the palette on the table, “that prophecy was a silly bedtime story, you know this.” 

“How could you say that? Fen saw it for herself, spoke of it on her deathbed,” Namora argued. “le mareas le destino cambiarán ti' le Kukulkan ka le ku desafía u k'aay sirena ku pare tu taan leti'.”

“Yes, I know it just as well,” Namor waved dismissively. 

“Then you see it the same as I do, my king,” Namora placed her hand on the table. “You are not blind, and neither was Fen.” 

Namor smiled cynically, “yes, I can not deny my mother’s dying words, but that still doesn’t change the danger in such fantastical words. The tides will change, that could very well spell the end of Talokanil as we know it. No, I will not risk our people and our home over a silly fairytale.” 

Namora frowned before standing straight once more, “well, I will honor that.” 

“I wish to honor that I do not want to speak of this again,” Namor said, removing the kimoyo beads from his wrist, “prepare a small militia, it’s time to move out.” 

Namora watched as Namor walked past her to exit the hut, “may I ask where we are headed.” 

“Wakanda,” Namor smirked. 

-> 

Back in her cell, Thulile was turning it nearly upside down. She looked in every nook and cranny, looking for a weak point or something to tinker together. After her tireless search, Thulile let out a frustrated wail, throwing her hands up. There was absolutely nothing to be found besides the swinging hammock. 

Next Thulile tried the bars. She tried everything, squeezing between them, prying them open and picking the lock with a small bobby pin that somehow wasn’t washed away. Nothing worked. Thulile let out another wail as she banged against the bars, letting her hang in defeat. Thulile tried her best to calm her breathing but the panic wasn’t going away. Thousands of thoughts shot through her mind.

‘So there’s been a secret civilization of blue people at the bottom of the ocean for gods know how long with a king with pointy ears and feathers for feet. What’s tough to understand?’ Thulile thought. 

Too lost in her thoughts, Thulile didn’t realize a woman approached her cell. The masked blue woman looked at Thulile with an amused smile before gently tapping on her hand. Thulile jumped back, throwing her hands up in defense only to see the young servant standing there. The servant giggled at Thulile’s reaction. Thulile looked over the woman, sensing her softer demeanor. 

“You are Thulile, yes?” the woman said kindly. 

Thulile squinted, reading the woman’s lips before nodding. 

“My english is rocky, in disculpas,”the woman gestured to a woven basket she held in her hands, “I’ve been asked to give you these.” 

Thulile watched as the woman placed the basket in front of the bars before stepping back. Thulile looked at the woman again before approaching the basket like an animal scouting out the danger. Thulile pulled the clothes out of the basket and brought them to her chest. Thulile blinked in confusion as the woman opened the palms of her hands, one of the other, and bowed her head. 

“May a KuKulkan bless you, prophesied one,” the woman said. 

The woman smiled and walked away. Thulile, successfully confused, tried to wave the woman down to no avail. Thulile sighed while unfolding the metaphorical olive branch. Thulile blinked in shock seeing it fold out into a dress of intricate details. It was beautifully made, woven in shells and seaglass into beautiful archaic patterns reminiscent of the Maya.  Thulile looked around in disbelief, feeling there had been some sort of mistake. 

‘Is this how they dress all of their prisoners?’ Thulile thought. 

Nevertheless, she needed to get out of her soaked clothes. Taking another gaze around to make sure there weren’t any prying eyes, Thulile began to undress down to her undergarments. Thulile couldn’t help the shiver that cast over her body giving way to gooseflesh. Quickly Thulile threw on the dress, grateful for its long sleeves and how it dropped down to her ankles. Thulile twisted around, nodding at the craftsmanship. 

Thulile twisted her locs hair up into a messy bun as her mind replayed the servant’s strange words. She spoke of a prophecy, more than that, that she herself was prophesied. Thulile felt her mind become dizzy before collapsing back on the hammock. 

‘Madder and madder it gets…Bast, make sense of this mess.’ 

[mandolin22]

*look at those back muscles* 🥵

~Full playlist on Spotify “ 🌊Namor🫧”

*TW: Brief attempted SA

Part 4

“Why the hell haven’t you answered my calls or texts?” He storms up to you waving his phone in your face.

You’re too taken aback seeing him here and Namor taking off to comprehend what’s being yelled at to you.

“Um-what?” You manage to get out.

“I’ve been calling you and you’re not responding!” He shouts in your face. “And who the hell were you talking to?”

“None of your business.” You state staring out into the ocean trying to find Namor.

Your face is suddenly violently grabbed and Riley turns it to him, “Look at me! What is your excuse?”

You back up and slap his arm away, “I told you, I’m here to get away and think! Leave me alone!”

You walk around him and he grabs you pulling you again him. You try pushing away but he holds you there. “Stop!” You yell at him.

“I’m going to teach you not to talk back to me like that and to answer me when I call you!” He shakes you roughly then sloppily kisses you as you try to push away. He only grabs you more firmly, taking a hold of your neck so you can not move away from him. He pushes you against a shed nearby and you feel his hands on you. “I’m going to make you call my name.” He says and tries to pull your bathing suit aside.

Suddenly the weight of him is taken away and you se him rolling across the sandy beach. You look over to see Namor standing over his body. He picks him up with one arm and no effort on his part. You hear yelling from Riley and then he is thrown. Riley gets up and retreats back up the hill to his car, slamming the door behind him driving off.

You look at Namor who is suddenly in front of you, his eyes dark and his hands on your shoulder looking you up and down. You grab his neck intending to pull him into a kiss. He resists and you look at him in confusion.

“What do you want?” He asks, brushing you lip with his thumb and looking back at you.

“I- I don’t know. But thank you.” You says glancing at his lips.

“This will be more than a thank you when it happens.” He tells you.

“How do you know I’ll let it happen again?” You ask not feeling in control of your own emotions.

“It will….” He says. He turns to leave but stops himself and turns to give you a small shell.

“What is this?” You ask as he places it in your hand.

“Should he return and you need me, whisper my name into it and I will be here.” He tells you.

You hold it closely as if your life depended on it and smiled at him.

“Thank you.”

You walk back inside after seeing Namor leave. You sit on your bed, holding the shell that he had given you and you can’t help but smile. How was he so sweet? You wonder if you could use it to just see him again and not necessarily have to be in danger…no. You’re not going to use it already.

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Ch. 2 coming along nicely 😙