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For your character requests can you do an Orm x Reader. Maybe set a few years after the happenings of Aquaman. I assume Orm would still be prince after it all, and can you do a fic about becoming the new princess, after accepting his hand in marriage?

Sure hun! The only thing I’ve changed is that the reader is Gender Neutral - A x

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New Beginnings - Reader x Orm

Rating: General Audiences

Pairing: Reader x Orm

Warnings: Aquaman Spoilers

Abbreviations: None

Requester: See Above

Request: See Above

LINKS: Masterlist. Prompts. Commissions.

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Waking up on your first day as royalty was an odd experience. You had people to knock on your door, people to dress you, people to fix your hair, as much as the water waved it around. It felt strange to have people there, practically breathing for you when you were perfectly capable of doing it yourself.

But, so they had said, the life of royalty was never having to lift a finger within your own home - even if you were freshly married to the more disliked royal brother.

Breakfast that morning was held in the dining room and only you, Atlanna and Mera were present for it. The two brothers were off working on the wall’s defenses. If one person had gotten past them, more could.

Your duties as a not-quite-ruling royal mainly consisted of ribbon cutting ceremonies and visiting the Atlantean nursery to read to the children. It was a life of privilege and so you would never call it boring, but there was something to be said for being outside without a handler nearby - something you really couldn’t do anymore.

Arriving at the children’s nursery was a nostalgic feeling, however. You had loved being here as a child, the rough and tumble play amongst the kelps and corals. You remembered when queen Atlanna used to float into the room looking glowy and graceful as she sat, lit up a tablet and began reading to you all.

It had seemed similar to an aunt coming to read to you back then but now, on the other end of it, you had become quite nervous all of a sudden. It was a monumentous thing. What if you messed up? Stuttered? It was a children’s book so you shouldn’t but what if you did? Or if you couldn’t think of any fresh voices to do when a new character came along? You so wanted this to go well… but what if it didn’t?

Would you be a royal disgrace, never to be welcomed back to a place all Atlanteans once called home?

Taking a deep breath, you stepped through the doors, your handler - a short man with grey hair but no wrinkles on his face - following after you. The receptionist dipped her head in respectful greeting and welcomed you, floating over the desk to lead you towards the room where they had all the children sat.

“Now children,” You looked out at them all sat before you as the receptionist spoke. You saw only excited smiles on their faces and that somehow put you completely at ease. They weren’t sat there, expecting you to mess up. And they wouldn’t care if you did. They just wanted someone to read them a story.

Taking your seat, you waved hello to them and picked up your tablet. It flickered on with your touch and you began to read.

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After not seeing Orm all day, you felt a kind of relief mixed with excitement to find him sitting on his side of your shared bed, legs out stretched in front of him as he rested against the headboard.

Smiling, you floated over and sank to lay next to him, laying your head on his chest and wrapping an arm around his waist. One of his arms found it’s way around your shoulders.

“First official day as royalty.” He began, placing the tablet he’d been using to the side of him. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to see it.”

“It’s okay.” You shrugged, cuddling closer with a smile. “You were there in spirit.”

“How’d it go?” He sounded suddenly anxious and you realised he must have worried over what a large change it would be for you - to go from low born Atlantean life to high born scheduling in a matter of days.

“It was fun.” You said, mainly to comfort him. You hadn’t done much in the day but reading to the kids had brought a cheerful sense of nostalgia over you. “I could definitely get used to it.”

“I’m glad.” He sounded relieved. You smiled, hiding it in his chest, though you had no doubt he probably felt it. “I don’t know what I would have done it you’d hated it.”

“Well you’d simply have to abdicate your princely throne and come be a kelp farmer with me.” You joked, not meaning it in the slightest. He chuckled but, when you looked at him, he nodded.

“For you, I would.” He said sincerely. You felt a tug in your heart strings, strong and loving for the man above you.

“That means a lot.” You said, leaning up to press a tender kiss to his lips. “However, I get the feeling you would be useless in the fields.” You shrugged at his mock offended facial expression. “So I suppose we’ll just have to remain here, in the comfort of luxury.”

“I’d be outraged if I didn’t know you were right.” He allowed. You nodded, agreeing with him.

“Exactly, and I’m always right.” You notified him. “So prepare to be the most chill person around, for once.”

“It’ll be a welcome change.” He kissed the top of your head. “Everything with you is a welcome change.”

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‘Enervation’, Part 1

"So this is it, isn't it?" Mom sighs, as we walk up the crumbling sidewalks. "You and Jude get Assigned, and your father and I get shipped off to Labor House."

I can see the Labor House in the distance, a huge metal factory belching out columns of black smoke. The place where the childless parents go after raising children. A few more decades, and they'll be sent to the Senior Residence. You're automatically euthanized once you hit age 75. They need to conserve supplies.

"You've got three more years before you go to the Labor House after my Assignment," I say. "That's more than enough."

Mom lets out a humorless laugh.

"Tell me about it. Three years can go by awfully fast."

"Besides," I go on. "If you pass the Physical Test, you can get another year."

"It's only a year."

Mom fixes my glass tank with my oxygen plant and looks to our right at the crowd of Boys and their Fathers, all hiking up the trail to receive their Assignment. We mill around in a crowd of Girls and Mothers, all talking quietly, some in hushed tones. The crowd of Boys and Fathers walk in a stiff manner, jawlines set.

A government official's standing by the doors when we arrive, a blue, lab created diamond decorating his ear - the sign of power. Two assistants stand at his side. holding stacks of files and papers.

"Gaians," he starts, outstretching his arms. "Today is the day that our Boys and Girls receive their Assignments and become this generation's Youths. The government has been studying your children from the moment they are born, and will duly provide them with the Assignment they will carry out. As you know, a selected few will go on to become Scholars at the Institute, our future Scientists and Officials. Let our Boys and Girls come to the front to become Youths today!"

Slowly, people start to trickle up to the front, a few at a time, then a stronger surge. Mom nudges me to go up, careful to not dislodge my oxygen tank with the precious plant inside, tirelessly working to let me breathe. They won't replace it if it dies.

"Go on, honey," she whispers. "Who knows what'll happen?"

Taking some extra breaths, I paddle my way up to the front. The government official eyes us with watery gray eyes. The blue diamond flashes sadistically in the light.

"Samara Ring?" he calls out, taking a file from an assistant. A small, brown haired girl, bossy in school steps out onto the podium, and accepts the file from him.

"Let us welcome Samara Ring, Youth and Apprentice for Labor House Overseer."

Polite applause echoes from the Mothers and Fathers. The Labor House Overseers have a nasty reputation of cruelty. They're practically looking at their future tormentors. The only people who will probably get off a little easier are her parents.

"Let us welcome Gideon Winters, Youth and Apprentice for Lab Foods Worker."

Polite applause.

"Let us welcome Markus Gallium, Youth and Apprentice for Archival Works."

Polite applause.

My knees start to feel like jelly after the 15th or so person is called. By the thirtieth, My neck is aching and sweat has started to bead on my forehead. After the 44th, the assistants' hands are empty of files except for the thick Institute ones, bound with gold paper, and one last non-Institute Assignment File.

"Let us welcome Lia Troy, Youth and Apprentice for Residential Life Overseer."

I blink in surprise. Someone gasps in the crowd. It might have been me. The last civilian Assignment. Did I miss my name? Did I not hear my name and not go up to the podium? Where was my Assignment? Why was there no file in my hands yet?

The government official clears his throat, and the assistants hand him all the Institute files. The Girls and Boys still up here beside me, without a file are whispering, biting their lips, tapping their feet. I'm just immobilized in shock.

"Each year, the Institute accepts 10 new recruits for study with them, so they may make our lifestyle and civilization better. These 10 are the elite of each group of Boys and Girls, and soon, they will wear the yellow diamond of Scholars.

My ears begin to buzz uncontrollably.

"Let us welcome Pia Gallium, Youth and Scholar of the Institute."

More buzzing that heightens from cheering from the crowd. The girl's parent's faces are bright, while the one of her twin brother's, Markus is bitter. His fingers twist his tan file while his sister goes up to get her gold one.

"Let us welcome Isaiah Caspar, Youth and Scholar of the Institute."

Another gold file disappears from the stack.

"Let us welcome Lina Hather, Youth and Scholar of the Institute."

My feet don't move, all I can hear is the sound of my own breathing. My tunnel vision kicks in, and I vaguely reach up to touch my earlobe where a cold hard stone will soon be implanted.

"Go on," another girl hisses. "I'm not going to stand here all day. "We're not going to stand here all day."

I numbly walk up the steps of the podium and the official places the stark file in my hands. My name engraved in gold, the silvery border of leaves, the weight of the papers inside, nearly makes me throw up for some reason. I shouldn't be here. There were people smarter than me. I take a deep breath from my tube that's connected to my oxygen plant and stand in a line with Pia and Isaiah.

"Let us welcome Gage Neva, Youth and Scholar of the Institute."

I don't recognize the name. I don't recognize anything at this point now. Not even myself. Not even my brothers face in the crowd, clutching his civilian Assignment file. Not even my parents. Not even this world.

They say for one infraction, you're isolated for years.