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keenzinemugstudent · 7 months

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Superman x Witch black reader ft Superboy! Our Future part 2!

The league finds out about what's going on and you get to know Conner a bit

//In the batcave//

"What the hell do you mean Superman and Y/H/N had a kid?!"

Aquaman yelled starring at at Bruce, Diana looks shocked and Victor just looked confused not that we could blame them Connor just stands there awkwardly.

"It's just as I said Arthur... Superman and Y/H/n have a son."

"From the future?!"

"Yes." Bruce says his tone annoyed Arthur let's out a laugh still not believing it.

"I mean I can see the resemblance but it's still hard too believe." Victor say in disbelief looking between Clark and Connor.

"It is quite shocking. Barry do you have something to do with this?" Diana turned to look at Barry who just shook his head.

"Nope! nope don't look at me I am just as surprised as everyone else in this room right now!" Barry says hands in the air. Superman just let out a tired sigh looking over at Conner who was trying not to look his way, this was obviously too much for the poor boy.

"How did Y/n took it?" Diana asks worried about her friends health.

"She's in the guest room she kind of fainted."

"She fainted?! Haha wish I could have been there to see that." Arthur kept making fun of the situation making Clark glare at him which got him to stop but still had a smirk on his face, Diana spoke again.

"Well what do you suggest Batman?"

"Until we find out what was the cause of Superboy being brought here until that he needs lay low out of sight."

"Which I'm guessing Superman and and Y/h/n will have something to do with that?"

"Of course."

"I think I better go check on her."

Conner speeds out the room going to check on you.

"Soooo does that mean Y/n is no longer up for grabs?"

Victor gives Arthur a irritated look.

"We just met the future child of two the strongest beings on earth and THAT'S what you're worried about right now?" Arthur just shrugged his shoulders.

"Hey! I was just asking my brothers been asking about her for months! Man this is going break his heart and I can't wait to see it!" Victor just shooks his head.

"You got issues man."

When you woke up you saw that you were in the guest room the door opens and walks in Alfred holding a cup of tea.

"I thought it would be best to bring you some tea miss Y/n to help calm your nerves."

You gave him a grateful smile taking the tea you loved Alfred he always knew that tea calmed your nerves which tasted great by the way.

"Thank you Alfred I definitely needed it."

"Of course ma'am, and if it is alright with you there is a great waiting outside the door."

You looked at him confused than you saw Conner peaking around the corner giving you a small wave.

"Hi..."

"Hey."

"I'll leave you too alone call me if you need anything miss Y/n." Alfred gives you a bow before walking out the door leaving you and Superboy alone together. And man was it awkward! Neither of you spoke he just stood there looking anywhere but your face and you just stared at him still trying to understand what to say to him? I mean what the hell am I supposed to say?! Thankfully he spoke with a nervous chuckle.

"I'm sorry this is just so weird."

"Tell me about it I mean it's not every day you meet a kid that claims to be your son. And from the future no less."

Kon-el walks over to sit in the chair next to you he really was a cute kid now that you got a better look at him he had your eyes, mouth and nose but everything else was definitely Clark.

"I know this is a lot to process right now and trust me I would not be here if it meant that I could be possibly messing up the timelines by revealing who i am but..."

He looks at the bed with a frowns.

"I had no choice."

"Well your here now we can't change that Kon-el."

You gently put your hand on top of his causing him to look up at you face to see a smile.

"So obviously I can't can't keep calling you by your Kryptonian name you mind telling me what your earth name is sweetie?" He looka up at you with a smile.

"Conner, Conner Kent."

"Conner Kent? Well than it's nice to meet you Conner."

You hold out your hand for him to shake but he just smiles ignoring your stretched out hand giving you a hug again but this time you were well prepared and hugged him back. It was odd but you already felt like you had to protect him even your magic knew that this child needs you it was hard to explain but it was a nice feeling.

"Ah your awake."

We turn to see Clark standing in the door way I feel my face get warm and look at the bed sheets Conner glances at me and has a small grin in his face.

"How are you feeling?"

"huh? Oh me? I'm good never been better!" Why in the hell were you stuttering?! He gives you a smile making your face get even more warm ugh this is ridiculous!

"Well that's good now that your up we can discuss what to do with Connor."

Great this already feels like a custody battle.

"Okay so what were you thinking?"

"I was thinking that maybe he stays with me? I know you have a roommate who isn't really found of men in the apartment." That made Conner turn his head at you confused.

"Oh no you don't have to worry about that I kicked them out they were bringing too much negative energy so I now have a spare room."

"So you'll be fine with me living with you?"

"Duh! Beside I could use the company especially with my future son!" You grin messing with his dark hair he gets flustered as Superman gives a low chuckle behind his hand, Conner moves away from you fixing his hair a pout on his face he was to cute.

"Alright alright can we go now? I really don't want to have Batman pointing a gun at me again."

That made me stare at him in horror.

"He held you at gun point!?!"

"Don't worry Conner he did something similar too me."

This time you looked at them both with horror already feeling your magic flare up in anger.

Bruce wants to keep testing your fucking patiences! I better not see his face for a while or it's sight!!

(In the batcave Batman let's out a sneeze Alfred gives him a box of tissues)

I finally was able to finish part 2 thank god I had to rewrite this multiple times cause I was trying to make it just right so I hope I did okay now to part 3 I don't know if I want it be with Superman/Clark to talk to Lois and try to figure out where they stand in their relationship now that Conner is a thing or have him talk to Martha and try to understand his feelings about you now that he knows he doesn't have a future with Lois hehe I love drama

Here's part 1

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missredherring · 10 months

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🌶️= spice

August Walker (Mission Impossible: Fallout)

Paperwork - Settling Up🌶️

For a second he thought about dumping the files on the floor, pushing you up against his desk, and teasing you with more than just words.

Charlie Hesketh (Kingsman)

HP AU drabble

The last thing he remembered was cornering the Dark Wizard he’d been tracking all week in an alleyway. There’d been some spells exchanged and pain, a lot of pain, and everything had gone black.

Running

Merlin barely looked him in the eyes when he handed the bag over. “Thank you, sir.” Charlie said, unable to hide his grin. This was going to be fun, after all. “Cheeky.” Merlin muttered under his breath and left the room.

Clark Kent (Superman DCU)

Pocket Full of Sunshine

Two people/One Bed Couch

Darcy Lewis (MCU)

Rainy Day Blues

Darcy was tired of Jane’s moping and sighing after an hour, but after two days? Yea, something had to be done, or else Darcy couldn’t be held responsible for what happened to Jane.

Friday Night at Kellerman's

She grinned at both of them and gestured to the drink. “I helped carry a watermelon.” She said when Max moved the microphone closer to her.

A Sheet of Paper

Darcy looks before she leaps. This time.

Darcy Lewis, Pokemon Master: Part One - Part Two

“I wanted you to get a decent education before you went running off into the wild. People seem to forget that there’s more to the world than those monsters. They get ideas in their heads that Pokémon are the only thing they need and run off without another word.”

AHS Coven + MCU crossover AU Marvel Coven

"She does not see the paths that connect our realms. But you do." It was so strange to hear a voice in her head other than her Supreme and coven head, Cordelia. His voice felt... wicked.

That Would Be Enough (Darcy x Pepper x Tony)

Pepper had stopped mid-sentence and her mouth hung open for a moment, her eyes fixing on Darcy’s face. Sometimes Darcy felt so young compared to Pepper and Tony. And other times, times like this, Darcy was a rock that they both clung on to, afraid of being washed away by everything around them.

Royal AU + Accidentally Married + Loki x Darcy Lewis

Loki x Darcy Lewis Week '12

Diversion

“She is a diversion.” Loki thinks.

Disguise

Loki hates the lavish parties that are thrown in the hall of Valhalla. Darcy said to use the word “hate” sparingly because there’s a lot of space between “hate” and a dramatic “dislike,” but Loki is sure that hate is the correct word.

Opposition

Loki’s words echo back to her and Darcy understands that this is going to be her first move in the game she finds herself playing. She makes herself smile up at Thor.

Library

She lifts her hand and the pages turn until they come to an illustration of Loki. He is grinning at her. Darcy sticks her tongue out at him and scribbles a response.

Jealousy

Darcy was just… annoyed that all the possibilities bikinis provided were wasted on Jane who was happy with the boring suit she was in now. Yea, that was it.

Diana Prince (Wonder Woman DCU)

Lunch Date - Aperitif🌶️

You bring Diana her lunch at work and she thanks you.

Eggsy Unwin (Kingsman)

Ask prompt

“You wanna fucking go, punk?”

Gazelle (Kingsman)

Floriography

A circle of yellow carnations were surrounded by fish geraniums. Sprigs of cypress and a large cut of asphodel made up the outside. “You have disappointed us and our expectations of you. Death surrounds you. Our regrets follow you to the grave.” And there, Gazelle noted with a sad tick of her mouth, a lone marigold hidden beneath an ambitious carnation. “Despair.”

Gazelle x Ares (Kingsman and John Wick 2)

Two of a Kind

“I'm coming with you; they’ll never see us coming.”

Jim Hopper (Stranger Things)

Evening, Chief (Plus Size Reader)

“Do you know why I pulled you over?” Jim Hopper asked, looking through the car window.

Think I Could Take Him? (Plus Size Reader)

You were waiting outside of work, tucked under the umbrella of light from a street lamp, when the bronco pulled up.

Self Defense

A lesson on self defense from the police chief himself.

Summer Nights

Catching lightning bugs with friends and family.

Saving Grace: Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four

After wrapping up lose ends you’re back in Hawkins to help your sister, Joyce, after the Hawkins Lab chemical leak is exposed.

Mera (ft Arthur Curry ((Aquaman DCU))

Currents: Sea Sick - Message in a Bottle - Testing the Waters - Snowfall - Cozy - Blood in the Water - Undercurrents

“Mera is the one I want to kiss in this relationship, it turns out.” You told him. You looked at your hands and smiled. Holding hands was nice. Arthur grunted and looked up when you reached the point in the path when you could hear the waves on the beach again. He turned and studied your face, expression warm with memories and a good night out. “I can work with that.”

Orm (Aquaman DCU)

Overflow: Looking Up From Underneath - Breaking Waves

Orm starts his community service, but why does it feel like you're being punished instead?

Simon Jordan (Alias Grace)

Hysteria🌶️

“You’re seeing a new doctor for your condition, aren’t you?” Father didn’t look up from the morning paper while asking the question.

Steve Rogers (MCU)

A Falling Star Fell From Your Heart

Tattoo Artist!Steve Rogers tells you about his tattoos in bed.

Tommy Miller (The Last of Us)

For a Good Time Call... Tommy (Fat Reader)🌶️

He doesn’t do anything else for a moment, just takes you in, blowing out smoke through his nose in a steady stream. You guess this is to let you have the chance to change your mind and leave, only a smoke shared between you and nothing more. It’s nice, but there’s no way you’re letting him go now. With your free hand you slip your fingers behind his belt buckle, grinning when the muscles of his stomach jump at the touch of your cold fingers, and tug him to you with the thing.

Toshinori Yagi (My Hero Academia)

Hikari: Prologue - One (Plus Size Reader)

A physical therapist with quirk that allows her to control her body temperature gets a new patient.

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travasourus-rex · 5 months

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A Prince's Legacy Revisted

Hindsight's funny thing. I wrote the first chapter of A Prince's Legacy 6 years ago simply wanted to tell the story of Hunter Prince, and how Wonder Woman choosing to raise a son with the guidance and love of the Amazons wouldn't make her less of an Amazon herself after the comic book story arc where Hunter's character appears in wasted the potential of the of the idea pissed me off to no end. (It still does.) Honestly, I felt like I could give the idea the justice it deserves when I wrote the first chapter and I never anticipated this story to grow in popularity like it has.

But it's been a few years, and I've written so much fanfiction since, always feeling like I'm improving my writing style with each new chapter I post, so I wanted the story I still care very much about to reflect that. I have spent the last two weeks not rewriting the first 2 chapters of A Prince's Legacy, but revising them to add more dialog, more descriptive actions in scenes to help the story flow better, a greater understanding of what is going on in a character's thoughts in certain moments of the story, changing some aspects entirely that didn't make sense or stick the landing as well as I would've liked first time around,and I plan to continue the revision process with every chapter up to the most current one. The process is slow going through as I got an actual job in the big scary real world during the last two years that takes up most of my free time and energy more days than not, so I ask that fans of the series bear with me.

Some highlights of the first two chapters are:

A deeper conversation between Hippolyta and baby Hunter in the introductory scene of the first chapter.

A different scene between Diana and Hunter after the 15 year time skip.

A more fleshed out motivation for Lorena that dives deeper into her love for Arthur and Mera as well as Atlantis.

A deeper familial bond for Lorena with Arthur and Mera explicitly stating they consider Lorena to be their daughter, and Lorena stating she considers them to be her parents.

Showcasing Lorena's Aqua-Kinetic abilities way earlier in the story.

Longer and more detailed action sequences in chapter 2, and Lorena being more of a badass during those sequences.

Giving Mera more than two lines of dialog and an action sequence during chapter 2 instead of having her constantly worrying the children. (Like that meme from The Simpsons)

Mera challenging Diana directly about what they are willing to give up for the sake of their children.

Hopefully, the beginning of a more well-rounded story.

Link for chapter 1: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12471716/chapters/28385328

Link for chapter 2: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12471716/chapters/30147915

Lastly, I want to thank everyone who has continued to read this story and love the characters as much as I do, and I hope to keep entertaining you all as the story goes on. Thank you.

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lina-lovebug · 5 months

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New Years Kiss

Orm Marius x fem! reader

Orm Marius couldn't admit he liked you.

As the son of King Orvax, he was prideful, cunning, malicious and stubborn. He always knew he'd have to fight for his throne, and because of that reality, he's spiteful.

But he's also Atlannas' son. He never spent much time thinking of how they both cared to the brink of it hurting them, or how his love was displayed in actions whilst hers was in encouraging her son to do better with his newfound freedom. In looks, he is his mothers son, but his pride held onto him steadfast.

"(Y/N) is coming."

"(Y/N)?"

Arthur mused, "oh now someone's paying attention."

Orm said nothing but rolled his eyes. His elder brother, Arthur, had a habit of teasing him. Sure, he had grown used to it and had his own retorts, but it had only gotten worse since Arthur figured out that Orm has a crush.

On a human.

"She's hosting, so you better not fuck this up."

Orm sneered, "what are you talking about?"

"New Years Kiss, little bro!" He went to mess up his hair, but Orm dodged him, "when the clock strikes midnight, humans have a tradition of sharing a kiss," Mera explained to him whilst feeding Jr..

"I don't know why you're telling me this because I have no intentions of courting her-"

"When you sound like that, you don't," Arthur cut in, his voice loud even from the kitchen.

Orm is Atlantean, (Y/N) is human.

Logically, it would never work out.

So why even try?

But even as Orm would remind himself of such a glaring difference, the thought would vanish the moment he saw her. He had seen hundreds of Atlantean women in his time, even mermaids, but somehow they were dull in his eyes compared to her. She wasn't just different because she's human, but she genuinely cared about everyone around her. He first claimed she was strange for giving her food to the homeless, or how she was odd for asking the barista how her day was.

Because it's a pure act of innocence that he hadn't seen in a long time.

And its what drew him in even further.

Despite his claims, Orm still found himself picking off any piece of lint or fur on his clothing and made sure he smelt just like that candle she loved so much.

And a dash of that cologne that Arthur wears.

"Oh, he just keeps growing! Jr, I thought we talked about this. You need to stay cute forever," (Y/N) loved seeing Jr.. Her face lit up in joy anytime she saw the little prince, and Orm felt a pang of jealousy.

Then realized.

He's jealous of a toddler.

"Help yourself! The potato skins are almost done," You had done the most to avoid Orms intense gaze but with those eyes? It was nearly impossible.

"Orm, how was your Christmas?" You asked, a tad bit nervous as he came inside and took his shoes off. He was always respectful of your home.

"Arthur gave me a fish."

"Did you name it?"

He looked at you for a moment, ". . .his name is Triton."

His deadpan voice with that line made you smile, and you brought out a small box from your back.

"What's this?" He asked carefully, watching it in your hand.

"Well since I couldn't make it for Christmas, I thought you could have it today," you explained, a small feeling bubbling in your stomach. You saw it and immediately thought of him, but never saw Orm wear jewelry a day in his life.

"It's for me?" He felt his heart skip a beat as he took it carefully and unwrapped it. It was a small box and went it opened up, his pupils dilated at the gift inside.

"I know how it feels to not be able to go home," you explained as he pulled it out of the box, admiring it, "so I thought you'd like something that reminds you of it."

It's a ring with carefully carved ocean waves along the side. You could relate to Orm in that way - being exiled. Well, it wasn't exactly exile, but it was always one way or the highway with your parents.

Choosing your own happiness came with a cost.

"And it's stainless steel, so it won't tarnish in the water," I added nervously.

"It's beautiful," he finally spoke up, slipping it on his right hand. He met your gaze with a nervous smile, "you didn't have to-"

"(Y/N), I think the potato skins are burning!"

"Fuck!" You shouted, running to the kitchen. Orm admired the ring for a bit longer, enjoying the warmth it brought it him before joining the others.

The evening was quite eventful, to say the least.

Arthur ate half of the food all whilst sharing pictures of Jr., and then Mera had started to feel ill. You apologized if something was overcooked or undercooked, but Mera insisted she had been feeling off all day.

Leaving you and Orm.

Alone.

He sat on the couch like a stuff board, suddenly hyperaware of his own breathing and kept glancing at you across the couch.

"I-"

"What-"

You chuckled, "sorry. You first."

Orm said softly, "it is nothing of importance. Please."

"Want to see the fireworks? It's almost midnight," Orm hadn't heard much of them before being banished to the surface. Only that they were loud and he refused to go outside.

But for you?

He'd say yes.

Since it was cold outside, you grabbed a blanket from the couch and wrapped it around you before slipping on shark slippers.

"I'm sorry if this has been a rough New Years Eve. I'm usually a better cook than tonight," you apologized, "I've just been feeling weird lately."

"Is it a human sickness?" Orm questioned, still keeping a small distance from you, for fear his heart might burst from his chest.

You blushed lightly, taking a small step closer to him, "something like that."

"Well. . .I hope you feel better."

Dense as always.

You took the initiative to step closer to him, your hands keeping themselves on the railing of your porch. The wood creaked lightly, and Orm wanted nothing more than to hold your hands.

"Humans get cold easily, correct?" He knew this but wanted to sound dumber for this.

"Yeah, why?" You asked, looking up at him.

He said nothing else but gathered your hands in his, cupping them together. You faced him but looked down, completely sure your face was scarlet.

"Guess I should have worn gloves," you muttered.

"I like it better this way," Orm confessed, meeting your gaze in your own shock.

It's now or never, he thought.

"I hated your kind," what a fucking way to start, "and what you did to the ocean. I wanted to blame all of you, for surely no one was innocent. . .but I have never seen something so pure in their efforts. You are shameless with your kindness, and it used to befuddle me. Why would anyone do things without expectations? Nothing to return back?"

"Orm," you breathed out. Surely he wasn't going to say it? Surely the fucking Prince of Atlantis didn't fall for a land dweller?

"You're incredible," He confessed, a small smile teasing at his lips, "You're the best of your people, and. . .and I. . ." He felt like words couldn't describe what he felt.

So he led with action, and kissed you.

His lips were nothing like you'd imagined. They were soft, and supple against your own, which you were lucky enough to remember your strawberry chapstick today. You leaned further into the kiss, and one hand came up to cradle your cheek. He wanted to continue on, memorize your lips against his - the very euphoria it brought him.

But a loud bang separated you both.

The fireworks started, bright reds, greens, blues - all lighting up the sky. You leaned your head against his chest with a laugh, "that scared the shit out of me."

His arms wrapped around your frame, ensuring your warmth as the colors in the sky danced in his eyes.

"I was your New Years kiss," He said absent-mindedly, and you looked up at him.

"Did Arthur tell you to plan this?"

He chuckled, "oh no. He may be older but he's not that smart."

"You're so mean," you playfully smacked his chest.

"But never to you," He planted a loving kiss on your forehead, silently thanking his brother for having Mera fake her illness so that he could do this.

I'm a fucking dumbass. I wrote this but passed out at 1am 🤦‍♀️

#orm marius x reader #orm marius imagine #aquaman x reader #aquaman imagine #the lost kingdom #aquaman the lost kingdom

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lady-of-glass-and-bone · 3 months

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Some Orm Marius Headcanons Just Because

Pairing: Orm Marius x reader

A/N: Orm headcanons because apparently why not. Orm is my new crush I guess? I don't know either. Wow this got really long. Not sorry. I haven't had inspiration in forever and it feels nice.

I imagine that if you're ever fancy enough to have a shower and tub separate from each other (which is my idea of fancy, I love giant bathtubs I'm a weirdo) he would chill in a full tub of water while you shower. The first time he does it he scares the crap out of you. Now it's kinda nice.

Also, taking baths together. He might scrunch up his nose and tell you he'll think about it when you first ask. Eventually he'll agree but fights you on the temperature of the water the whole time. You're better off just setting up camp next to the tub if you really want to hang out with him while he marinates.

Call it his Marinating Time and you get The Frown™️. Arthur 100% looses his shit and wonders why he didn't think of it first the first time he hears it and it catches on like wildfire.

Have a campfire with Orm and he'll awkwardly stand 10 feet away while you try to lure him closer. Eventually he comes around to it but he likes it more because of how much you like it. S'mores are secretly his favorite though.

And once he cooks over the fire that's it. That's the only way you'll get him to cook. Why? Because of the taste🤌 that's why.

You two can look at the lobster tank at the grocery store together. Dare him to steal the lobsters and he'll give you The Frown™️ because that would be childish.

You always bring a water bottle with you when you go out anywhere on land together. Like one of those giant, metal, double walled monstrosities that are heavy as fuck and hold half a gallon. He thinks you're insane for lugging it around everywhere until he realizes one day that he drinks out of it more than you and that you're carrying it around for him. He's such an idiot I love him

Likes the feeling of you idly running your fingers through his hair. It kind of reminds him of being underwater, feeling the current.

You get along with Arthur in a way that almost worries Orm. In the sense that you will 100% charge at Arthur in a mock fight and try to wrestle him to the ground as a greeting after like, the second time you meet him. Arthur is absolutely siked to have you around, you lighten Orm up but don't take shit from Arthur.

Which makes Tom instantly happy you're around. You two often commiserate over having fallen in love with Atlanteans and what not. Lots of comfortable silences between you to.

And Junior. Orm has all kinds of feelings he does not want to think about when he first sees you holding Arthur and Mera's kid. Even if his Mother is giving him a knowing look as you spin the laughing kid around until you land safely on the couch.

You get along so well with Atlanna even if she's a little intimidating at first. She sees how much you care for her younger son, how you don't let him linger on the outside looking in because "this is your family too, Orm" and she he hugs you a little too tight after hearing that, after seeing small stolen moments between you and Orm. Her sons are happy.

If you want Orm to teach you how to fight he will say absolutely not and when you ask Arthur, who obviously says hell yeah, only then does Orm take over. But then you tell Atlanna one day that you think he's going easy on you so she lovingly starts training you to kick ass. She does not go easy on you. It's kind of awesome.

If you ever go to a museum and see a tylosaur fossil and Orm casually points out he use to ride one, you literally drag him to the nearest beach and demand he proves it because LOOK AT THAT? ⬇️ THAT'S COOL AS FUCK!

So I went ice skating today and since I have Orm on my brain I was thinking about ice skating with Orm and he would be so very, very horrible when he first steps out on the ice. Thinks you are purposely trying to embarrass him. He's a baby deer on ice. The Frown™️ is impressive if you laugh at him falling because honestly the ice rink is in more trouble than Orm when he falls anyway.

I think (sometimes) he learns things through shear stubbornness. He doesn't want anyone's help. He can figure this out on his own thank you very much, no matter how many times he falls (literally or metaphorically) just to prove he can. But when it clicks and he gets it, man is graceful as hell. Does laps around you and gets brave enough to pick you up and zoom around with you yelling at him the whole time.

Also, he likes when you praise him praise kink? praise kink.

He gets snarky when he's upset and I imagine he can be pretty mean without thinking about it. Probably has a hard time apologizing when the relationship is still new.

So, so worried about seeming too vulnerable around you. Tell him directly that it is okay to be vulnerable, you love him, you trust him and you want him to trust you.

#orm #orm marius #aquaman #dceu #orm x reader #orm marius x reader #aquaman and the lost kingdom #orm marius headcanons #orm marius imagine #duck did it

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the-marshals-wife · 4 months

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New Horizons (Arthur Curry x Reader)

─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ⋅☆⋅ 𝐀𝐎𝟑 ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─

A/N: Requested by @dantes-devil-huntress. I can't believe this is my first Aquaman fic! This was so much fun to write, I hope you enjoy!

Premise: Trying to figure out his place in the world as the newly crowned king of Atlantis, Arthur meets someone who may just help him find the answers he looking for.

Description: Arthur Curry/Aquaman x Fem!Reader (Human), meet-cute fluff! | Warnings: alcohol, mild language | Setting: AU w/o Mera endgame, before The Lost Kingdom | Word count: 3,468

Edit: here's my Orm Marius x Reader fic for my fellow Orm girlies ;)

Gif credit: user jasonmomoaonline

Imagine Arthur giving you shelter when you're stranded in a storm, and discovering his true identity

Getting stood up for your date had been the worst part of the night, until the moment you got into your car. Instead of the engine turning over and sputtering to half-life like usual, it only stalled.

"You have got to be kidding me," you say, gripping the steering wheel and turning the key until you thought it might snap, "Come on, come on, come ON!"

Throwing open your door, you pop the hood and stumble back out into the chilled night. You mutter curses under your breath as you survey the labyrinth of steel and hoses before you.

"At least nothing's on fire this time," you mutter, rolling your eyes.

You step back and stare at the bucket of bolts the salesman had called "like new." Besides coming to this bar, buying this car was quite possibly your biggest regret. It wasn't quite a lemon, but it wasn't a Rolls either. And most of all, it was all you could afford.

You exhale, glaring up at the flickering light of the bar's neon sign. The last thing you wanted to do after waiting nearly two hours alone like a fool was show your face inside again. You retrieve your phone from your back pocket, just to see the blinking bars in the top corner. No service.

"Wonderful," you groan.

Like a bad joke, thunder rolls in the distance. You look up to see the lightning flashing on the horizon across the bay. The brisk, salt air rises up from the water and cuts right through you.

"Could this night get any better?!" you lament, an angry shriek escaping your lips as you kick the front tire.

"Excuse me, Miss?" a voice from behind interjected.

You jump and turn to see a man approaching, nervous smile on his bearded face. You appraise him wearily: tall, dark, and not at all lacking in style, clad in both leather and jewelry. He looked a sight better than the drunken fishermen you'd observed stumble about the bar, which you concluded was about ninety-percent of the clientele. Even from where he stood, he certainly seemed to smell better.

"Uh, I don't mean to interrupt, but you sound like you might need some help," he offers hesitantly.

Despite your initial scare, something about him puts you at ease.

"Oh, um...yeah, actually" you smile embarrassed, tucking your hair behind your ear, "My stupid car won't start. Again."

"Mind if I take a look?" he asks, pointing.

"Would you? That would be great, honestly," you say, folding your arms against the cold, "I just had it in the shop last week. I have no idea what's wrong now."

He pats the fender as he circles around to the front, "Let's see what's got you all clammed up here, buddy."

"Your guess is as good as mine," you say exasperated, stepping to stand behind him a ways.

He chuckles and pushes up his sleeves, ducking underneath the hood. You take note of the intricate tattoos, realizing this friendly stranger was becoming more interesting by the minute.

"Hmm, nope. Not that," he says, craning his neck, "Not that either."

You bite your lip and sway on your feet, silently praying he could find the source of the problem. Any easy fix was probably too much to hope for, but your fingers stayed mentally crossed nonetheless.

"Ooh, maybe- no, definitely not," he says, followed by a clinking sound, "That should not be there."

"I really appreciate this," you say after a moment, peering over his shoulder, "I can change the wipers and put on a spare if I have to, but that's about the extent of my car expertise."

"No shame in that," he grunts, his voice strained, "Oof, now that might be a problem."

"Did you find something?" you dare to ask.

"These spark plugs are kaput. Like, 'not even a necromancer can bring them back' kind of kaput."

"The guy said they were fine!" you exclaim, "I knew I shouldn't have gone back to that place. Probably just took my money and laughed."

The man finally stands up and winces.

"And your alternator is on its last leg," he says with a grimace, "Even if you could get it to start, I wouldn't go more than five miles in this thing."

"Great. That's just wonderful," you sigh, shaking your head, "Well, thank you for looking. It'd have taken me forever to figure that out. Google only goes so far."

"No problem, wish I had better news for ya," he says, wiping his grease-tinged hands on his jeans before extending one towards you, "I'm Arthur, by the way."

"I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you, Arthur."

"Nice to meet you too."

Despite your frustration, you couldn't help but grin. As Good Samaritans go, he was quite a handsome one. Something in the back of your mind whispered that you had seen his face before, but you couldn't place when or where.

Before you could speak again, a bolt of lightning strikes just across the harbor, followed swiftly by a crash of thunder.

Arthur looks off to the darkened horizon, his expression souring with concern.

"Storm's coming in fast," he observes, the sea breeze blowing through his long, sun-kissed hair, "Do you have someone you can call to come pick you up?"

He turn back to you, and only now do you notice just how rich and golden eyes his eyes are. For a few dizzied seconds, you forget to answer.

"Uh, not really. I'm pretty new to the area. I don't know very many people," you reply, feeling shy all of a sudden, "I can just call a Uber or something. If my service ever picks up."

"Yeah, definitely," he nods, clearing his throat, "They have a phone inside."

"Thank you again for helping me, Arthur," you say, starting to walk towards the door.

"I didn't really help, though..." he trails off, disappointment in his voice as you step past him.

Your hand is almost on the handle when he pipes up.

"Uh, look I know you don't know me, but my dad's place is just down the road from here. He's the lighthouse keeper. Him and my mom are actually away on little retreat, and I'm watching the place for them," he explains, "It's dry, warm, and definitely has a lot less drunk guys. You could wait there while the storm passes, if you wanted."

You turn back to him, trying to conceal your renewed hope, "I couldn't impose on you like that."

"Oh you wouldn't be. It's just me and the dog. He's probably getting sick of me at this point. He could use a visitor," he chuckles, "But I understand if you'd rather stay here. Strange guy at a bar invites you to a lighthouse on a dark and stormy night. Sounds like a horror movie, I know."

You laugh, and so does he, bringing some much needed levity.

"I'll bring you right back if you change your mind, just say the word," he adds, sounding truly sincere.

Almost everything in you was saying not to trust a man you'd just met, but your gut was telling you otherwise. There was more to the warmth in his eyes than just the color.

"Well, it does sound like the dog could use some company," you say thoughtfully.

Arthur smirks. "Oh yeah. There's been a Hell's Kitchen marathon on for days, and I'm pretty sure he's sick of listening to my Gordon Ramsay impression. I can't resist, love that guy."

"I might have to hear that for myself."

"Let's get you out of this weather, and we'll see what I can do about that, then," he says with a wink, "My ride is just over here."

Not even the chilled wind could overcome the warmth of your cheeks. The excitement in your chest grows with every step as you follow him across the sandy lot. The ride in question, however, soon comes into view, and the knot in your stomach tightens all the more.

"Oh boy," you say, staring at the motorcycle.

"You're not scared of bikes are you?" he questions, stepping alongside it and reaching into the black saddlebag.

"Not exactly," you hesitate, "I've just never been on one before."

He pulls out a red, half helmet and offers it to you.

"Don't worry, I won't let you fall off," he replies, amused.

You look between him and the headgear a moment before taking it.

"Besides," he says, swinging his leg over the seat, "All you have to do is hang on."

With no argument to make, and rain drops beginning to sprinkle down, you pull your hair back and fasten the helmet on. You nearly lose your balance trying to throw your leg over, having to grab his shoulder to steady yourself. He didn't seem to mind; you could have sworn you heard him snicker. You settle into the seat, heart racing from being so close to him. More anxious than ever, you lightly place your hands on his back.

"All good back there?" Arthur asks, a smile in his voice.

"All good," you repeat, unconvincingly.

"Alright then," he says, turning the key.

Seconds later, the motorcycle roars to life as he revs the engine. Arthur eases the bike back slowly, pivots out of the lot, and eases it up to the main road. The instant he accelerates, the force kicks you backward. You throw your arms around his torso, pulling yourself against him. Over the noise of the machine, you weren't sure if the rumbling in your ear that followed was thunder or laughter, but you figured was the latter.

With the bar now behind you, and the rain coming down harder with the increasing speed, you bury your face into his back and hold on tightly.

♆

The lighthouse comes into view just as the skies open up. Arthur maneuvers the bike up the slippery, sand driveway and quickly shuts it off. He gives you his hand as you climb off and leads you toward the house.

The helmet offers some protection from the downpour, but the wind blows the spray into your face as you squint to see. Lightning above illuminates the world like daylight as you scramble up onto the porch.

Arthur throws the front door open and lets you in first as you stumble inside the dark house. You take a few blind steps forward as he slams it shut behind him, thunder making the windows rattle.

"Man, someone must have really pissed off Thor," he laughs. His relief, however, is turned to exasperation as you hear a clicking sound followed by a sigh.

"Power's out. Awesome."

Still trying to catch your breath, you pull out your phone, struggling with wet fingers to use touchscreen. Finally the flashlight turns on, and Arthur throws his hand up over his eyes as you accidentally shine it right at his face.

"Sorry," you pant, pointing it down.

"No worries. That's a good idea, actually. I always forget about this thing," he remarks, grabbing his own phone and doing the same, "One second, I think Pops has some candles in the kitchen."

You nod as he disappears into the next room. Now remembering the dripping helmet on your head, you release the strap with your free hand and set it down on the mat beside the door. A shiver goes through you from your soaked clothes. You point your phone about the shadowy room to get your bearings, admiring the otherwise cozy living area. As you sweep the light downward, something large and metallic glints on the coffee table in front of the sofa and catches your eye. You move closer to get a better look, and then your heart drops to your feet. Lying beside a bag of jerky and the TV remote is a massive, gleaming trident of gold. A memory flashes through your mind of an article you'd seen weeks ago, with a fuzzy photo of an alleged aquatic hero holding a weapon just like it. The pieces come together all at once as you realize the identity of your host.

The very next second, you hear Arthur's approach. He returns with a lit candle in each hand and a blanket under his arm, only to find your expression of complete and utter shock.

"You...you're..." you stammer.

"Oof, I knew I forgot to put something away," he cringes, "My bad."

"You're the Aquaman," you gape, finding the words.

"Surprise," he says in a sing-song voice, flashing a nervous smile, "Yeah, I never really know how to bring that up.

You stare at him dumbfounded as he places the candles on the coffee table. "I can't believe it. Aren't you supposed to be like...well, in Atlantis or something?"

"I was, earlier this morning. Just about died of boredom in council meetings," he says matter-of-factly, proceeding to talk as if he had a desk job, "I'm kinda part-timing right now, between land and sea. It's complicated. I'm still new to the whole 'king' thing. Don't have all the kinks worked out yet."

"I'd imagine," you breathe, your mind still reeling.

"Here, figured you need this." He holds out the blanket, completely unphased by the previous subject, "Do you drink tea? I can make some for you."

You take the blanket and chuckle in bewilderment. "Um, sure. That would be great," you answer, "Thank you."

"One tea coming up," he smiles, "Uh, just make yourself comfortable, I'll get the fire going here a minute, after I find the dog. Pretty sure he's hiding under Pops' bed upstairs. He's terrified of storms. Ironic right? Lighthouse keeper's dog afraid of a little water."

"I don't blame him this time," you say, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders, "I think you were right about Thor."

As if on cue, another boom of thunder shakes the walls. You both burst out laughing.

♆

A few minutes later, you find yourself sitting on the floor in front of a roaring fire with a warm mug in your hands, finally beginning to feel dry. Having been unsuccessful in coaxing the dog into joining him downstairs, Arthur settles down beside you crossed-legged, damp hair tied up, trading the tea for a can of Guinness. Your thoughts rage like the storm outside as you stare into the flames, agonizing about what you should say.

Arthur speaks a moment later, saving you the trouble.

"Sorry about the power. I'll call you that cab as soon as it comes back."

"That's okay, I'm not in a hurry," you reply.

You look over at him hopefully, meeting his piercing gaze for as long as you can. Mere seconds pass before you bow your head, heart racing while you repress a smile.

"I'm uh, sure you've got some questions about all this," he ventures, rubbing the back of his head.

"Honestly, with the night I've had, meeting 'Aquaman' is par for the course," you smirk.

"I didn't mean to spring it on you like that. I guess you can understand why I don't lead with the whole King of Atlantis thing. Kinda makes it hard to keep a conversation going once people know you 'can talk to fish.' They don't really see you the same after that."

"Yeah, I think I'd probably keep that to myself too," you agree, the awe returning full-force, "Still, it must be amazing. I mean, you're basically ruler of the ocean, right? Or is it just Atlantis?"

"Eh, I mean there's the other kingdoms-"

"There's more?!" you blurt out, wide-eyed.

"Oh yeah. Xebel, the Fishermen, the Brine, a couple of defunct ones no one wants talks about. We got a few."

"And you're the ruler over all of them?"

He shrugs. "More or less. I mean, they each have their own ruler. But then I'm also over them? Kinda? I'm still figuring crap out, they didn't exactly give me a rule book on my first day. Plus I have to answer to this royal council and they've got sticks up their butts about everything I do and say," he groans, rolling his eyes, "I like to consider myself more of a 'protector of the deep' than a ruler. Sounds more cool, and less like an old fart with a crown."

You giggle, hanging on every his every word.

"And with this bad boy right here," he says, reaching behind him and patting the trident, "I command all life in the sea. The animals anyway. Between you and me, that's the best part."

"You definitely have a cooler job than me," you beam.

"It definitely has its perks. But most of the time, I'd rather be here," he sighs, punctuated by a swig of his beer.

A visible sadness washes over him as he looks into the fire.

"You aren't from Atlantis?" you question.

"No, I was raised by my father. My parents met on accident. My mother was queen of Atlantis, and she ran away from her not-so-nice guy fiancé. She got lost in a storm, and my father rescued her. They've always said it was..."

Arthur stops and turns his gaze towards you, realization in his eyes.

Your heart skips as you understand. "Fate?"

He nods thoughtfully. "Something like that."

You blink, letting him go on.

"Anyway, I know I have a calling to the sea, but the land is always going to be a part of me, you know?" His expression softens. "Here, I've always found everything I need."

His words linger in the air between you. You look down at your hands, your chest pounding.

He clears his throat. "Sorry, I know that was a lot of info."

"Just a little bit," you reply teasingly, "But your secret's safe with me, Arthur. I promise. I've got no one to tell anyway."

"Don't worry, I trust you," he says, waving his hand, "It's actually nice to have someone else to share it with."

"I'm honored that you did. I know it's not the same, but I do understand what it's like to feel that you don't belong," you confess, "I didn't fit in my 'kind' either. Moved out here to start over. I guess you could say I'm still trying to figure some crap out too."

He pauses in thought second before responding, "Do you mind if I ask you something, Y/N?"

"After everything I've asked you? I'd say it's definitely your turn," you chuckle, taking a sip of your forgotten tea.

"I saw you at the bar before you went outside. I couldn't help but notice that you were there by yourself..."

"You noticed correctly. I was supposed to meet someone for a date, but after saying he was on his way, he never showed. I tried to text him, but he blocked me. I don't even know why."

"Nothing like being stood up at some backwater bar," he concludes, frowning, "Well, screw that guy. He's a bum."

"Yeah, I figured that out too late," you agree, then give him a knowing look, "The evening wasn't a total loss. I did meet you, after all."

"That's true," he concedes, playfully stroking his beard, "I may be a half-breed rookie king, but I'm not a bum."

You snort and gesture to the television set on your right, "So much for your marathon though, huh?"

"Ah, that's alright. They were all re-runs anyway."

You raise your eyebrow. "Think I could still hear that impression?"

He holds a finger to his chin in mock deliberation, "Hmmm, have I had enough to drink for that?

"I don't know, have you?" You lean in with anticipation.

He flashes a sly grin. "Of course I bloody have," he declares in the most hackneyed attempt at a British accent you'd ever heard, "And you better listen up, because I'm about to tell you everything there is to know about how to cook a bloody good flounder."

Your sides ache with laughter as he continues to go on a tangent about how to properly sauté shallots and season the perfect demi-glace. The voice sounded nothing like the infamously tempermental chef, of course, but you still thought his attempt was cute. By the time he was yelling at his invisible staff for serving him raw fish, the storm outside had passed, and neither of you noticed.

As Arthur went to light the stove to warm up some "gourmet" SpaghettiOs, still boisterously carrying on as Chef Ramsay, your excited thoughts returned to the story about his parents. You couldn't help but wonder about your own stormy night, the man you had met, and how much of a hand fate had played in it. The horizon seemed so much brighter than before, and for the first time ever, you were grateful to have bought that car.

#arthur curry x reader #aquaman x reader #aquaman imagine #arthur curry imagine #aquaman and the lost kingdom #jason momoa #arthur curry #aquaman 2 #aquaman fanfic #my writing #request

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missingdadneto · 3 months

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Surfing Session gone wrong

Dad! Orm Marius x Fem Reader x Daughter

[ A/N: I am dying because of the limited Orm fanfics there are, so I decided I wanted to write onee, This is all for fun so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes.]

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After Orm was erased from Atlantis, he no longer lived in the waters, he is now one with the land. The home of the Surface Dwellers, and soon enough it became a land weather he fell in love with Arthurs's best friend, Y/N, a Meta-Human who could adapt to any living circumstances, making her able to breathe in the Waters. She was a part of the Justice League but she rather lives her day-to-day life in her cottage beside the sea, close to Arthur’s house. Orm would spend time with Y/N as much as he could, they would talk for hours, about how Y/N’s interest in the sea rises, as well as how Orm’s interest towards the surface land also rises.

Soon enough Orm and Y/N were together, and a year later they got married and had their daughter Pearl. She inherits her Dad’s blonde hair, with her vision colors resemble her mother's green hue. Junior on the other hand was Mera and Arthur’s son, he had curly red hair and tan skin.

Pearl and Junior were as close as ever, their cousin relationship felt as if they were siblings because of the 2 year difference. As soon as they reached their teenage years they would meet up every Saturday morning to go surfing in their Ocean backyard.

Orm was cooking breakfast as Y/N was reading on the sofa, Pearl came down the stairs and ran to grab her surfing board. She makes a quick stop to hug her Mother as well as to her Father. Orm hugged her back as he kissed his daughter’s head.

“Be safe, and don’t forget to always watch out for whoever's in the Waters,” Orm warned his daughter every time, every week, and every second she was going in the Ocean. Despite her being half Atlantean. “There are people always hunting for us and if they do-”

“I Know Dad! Besides I’ll always be with Junior so I won’t be alone” Pearl laughed as she went away from the hug. She smiled at her Mother as she opened the back door. “See you guys!”

“Bye Pearl” Both Orm and Y/N smiled as their daughter went to the Waters.

Pearl ran to Junior as he was already setting up in their usual meet-up spot, they lived quite near to each other as the beach they lived in connects, resulting in them meeting right in the middle. “Hey, Pearl! I bought this new surfboard and it’s rad I would say” Junior showed off his board to Pearl as she looked somewhat amused.

“That’s cool Alright, now come on! Let’s go!” She motioned her board towards the bog waves hitting the fine Morning, the sun rises higher and higher as their skins are getting tanner each weekend.

They surfed as usual, with Junior always making it a competition on who gets the higher waves. Strangely enough, Pearl stopped as she sat on her board to see the corals beneath them. “Junior come look! The corals are more colorful than before…” Pearl spoke as Junior sat on his surfing board as well while looking below. “Hm, that’s weird, yesterday none of them had any colors” Junior confessed as Pearl looked back to him with her eyes rising out of her betrayal state.

“YOU WENT SURFING YESTERDAY? AND I DIDN’T KNOW!?” She exclaimed with Junior laughing and defending himself, “See in my defense you were not home, YOU WERE OUT!”. Pearl stopped what she was about to say as she looked at the waters once more “Wait look Junior, the water is turning purple”. The color scattered slowly as Arthur and Orm were just about to greet their kids. “HEY PEARL!” Arthur shouted to the two teenagers as Orm followed, “Hi Junior, you guys okay?”

“Hi, Uncle Arthur!” Pearl shouted with Junior following “Hey Uncle Orm!”. “The corals are more colorful but the water is getting purple and it just looks-” Pearl stopped her sentence as he dad shouted to Junior and her.

“GET OUT NOW!” Orm commanded as he looked at Arthur with a stunned face, Junior and Pearl were confused but they paddled as fast as they could before the purple waters reached their touches. Orm and Arthur swam as fast as they could to grab the surfboards of their child as they pulled them to the shore.

As soon as they reached the shore Arthur and Orm reached for their child full of worry, Orm hugged Pearl quickly as he looked at her hands and feet that touched the waters. The two Fathers checked for any signs of infection in Junior and Pearl’s skin as Junior cut off the awkward state that they were in. “Uh guys, is everything alright?”

Arthur hugged Junior as tightly as he could and Orm’s arm half hugged Pearl, a relief stance of a Father for their child. “Chemicals have been reaching close to our waters, but we didn’t know that it would be this fast, and thank the Gods it didn’t reach any of you, Atlanteans touching such waters could leave a more damaging stance than humans. Orm sighed as he looked at his daughter as well as Junior beside her.

“What, who would drop these chemicals?” Junior looked at his Father, Arthur breathed as he shook his head. “We’re going to find out…but let's just go home first and we’ll meet together at lunch okay?” The family agreed as they went back home.

Orm helped Pearl with her surfboard as he looked at her when they reached home, “Those chemicals….” Orm stopped as Pearl waited for her father's confession “Those chemicals were the same consistency that killed Atlantean children years ago, I just can’t lose you two, I can’t lose you” Y/N opened the door as she heard Orm’s sentence, she looked at Pearl as she also checked any signs of infection in a quick pace.

“Mom, please! Dad already checked me” Y/N is afraid to lose her only daughter as she looks at Orm. “Oh God, I know you’re fine but I’m just double checking…it’s so close to us we need to be alert sweetie.”

Pearl shook her head as she washed her foot that was full of sand, “I’ll get ready for lunch, It’s just still a shock” Orm nodded as he smiled slightly, after Pearl went up to her room, Orm and Y/N looked at each other in the backyard, looking at the sea.

“Have Arthur called for help from Atlantean soldiers to clean the chemical corals?” She looked towards the sea as small waves were being created, somewhat like a small tornado in the waters being summoned by Atlanteans. “I seem like it hun, I was just-” Orm stopped as Y/N’s hand reached Orm’s cheek, “It was this closer to Pearl and Junior, if they have touched the waters they-”

“Shh I know, but Thank God they’re safe now” She smiled as she looked at the waves once more. Orm then leaned to kiss Y/N’s cheek as he went inside to get ready for lunch at Arthur’s house as well. This is going to be a heavy topic for lunch.

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skylarstark4826 · 4 months

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I absolutely loved this beautiful fanart of the DC ship of the characters of Orm and Mera together. I already saw the Aquaman 2 movie but despite that I'm still a fan of the Orm and Mera ship together and so you know that I loved that in this scene they are dressed as in the scene of the first Aquaman movie moments before the Fire Aring scene. When I saw that scene I felt that Orm really had romantic feelings for Mera (Y'Mera) and that he really loved her and was in love with her but that he didn't know how to prove it to him.

By the way, this beautiful Fanart of the ship of Orm Marius and Mera (Y'Mera) of Xebel is not mine and the credits are not for me but right here I warn you that I am going to leave you the link of the true creator of this beautiful masterpiece on Twitter

#orm marius #Mera #mera of xebel #ocean master #Orm x mera #ormera

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hollygracesworld · 5 months

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Falling into your ocean eyes 🌊❤️ | Orm Marius x Fem!Reader

Part 5

Warning : just harsh words, no other warning. The next part would be a real smut

A/N : This is set after the end of the Aquaman and The Lost Kingdom movie. 🥰

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She put all her clothes in the cupboard into her suitcase. She had to admit, for the past 4 years living without relying on her magic powers had been very difficult.

She has 3 large ones containing her clothes. She works as an accountant in a fairly well-respected company. That made her have quite a lot of money. But yesterday she just officially left her job because she was going to face something new.

She realized that he couldn’t hide forever as an ordinary human being, and that was not her way of life. Her current path in life is with the son of Queen Atlanna and Arthur Curry's half-brother…Orm Marius.

She closed the zipper of his very large suitcase, then took it out of the house.

“Do you want to go now?” Mera asked Y/N while she holding her baby who’s crying more and more. She motioned to her younger-sister to come back into the house for breakfast.

“Yes, I know it's early, but I can buy breakfast on the street.” Y/N replied with a smile.

“Well, I think you want to meet someone…” Y/N heard Arthur's voice say that, then she quickly turned her head.

She saw a man with blonde hair, ocean blue eyes that looked like waves caught in sunlight from the morning sky. His body looks muscular and healthy, and once again for good measure... his eyes look happier than before. A pure happiness. She didn’t see any sadistic or evil King in those eyes. All she saw were calm ocean blue eyes. Calm waves.

Orm wears shirt with a picture of a whale and pants like most surface dwellers. That simple thing made Y/N laugh softly. It’s funny for her to see Orm who now really looks like a surface dweller even though he was previously the evil king of Atlantis and wanted to start a war with the surface.

It’s different now. And she really liked that.

Y/N and Orm simultaneously ran over like children and hugged each other. This was completely beyond his expectations. Orm tucked a strand of Y/N’s brown hair behind her ear then kissed her lips gently.

“Your lips taste the same as in my dream,” said Orm, stopping the kiss.

Y/N smiled, “because it was real.”

“But how?” Orm asked then continued the kiss.

Y/N postponed the kiss and said, “you can never think about it logically. But it was all real. I deliberately made you think that it was just a dream.”

“So you bewitched me 5 times, basically because you really have a huge crush on your Ocean Master?” Orm teased Y/N, then Orm kissed her passionately.

Y/N stopped kissing, “That's not really the main point. I’m even a surface-witch how can I like you that much?” Y/N smiled holding back laughter.

“You may be able to bewitch me very cleverly and play with my mind, but you are not good at lying.” Orm answered. When Y/N tried to deny it and wanted to say something, Orm quickly kissed Y/N so that her mouth was covered with Orm's lips which were full of hunger and desire.

“Okay this is enough.” said Arthur objecting. It turns out they just realized that there were still other people around them.

“Are you coming in for breakfast or…..are you guys leaving straight away?” Arthur said that because he saw his brother's closeness to Mera's very romantic sister. This will seem strange, but there are no specific prohibitions in their relationship. King Nereus and Queen Atlanna themselves even matched them.

“Are you really asking that?” Mera asked with a smile indicating that she knew that Y/N and Orm would soon be spending time together.

Y/N quickly hugged her sister tightly. She felt guilty at the same time. She indirectly became Orm's mistress when Orm was still engaged to Mera. Y/N knows that Orm and Mera don't really love each other, but Y/N still feels that she has betrayed her own sister.

For the past 4 years, Y/N has lived in the same house as Mera on the surface, but the two of them never really talked about Y/N's relationship with Orm, but now it feels like Mera and Orm had forgotten their past events as if the engagement had never happened.

“Take care of yourselves….” said Mera while looking at Y/N and Orm alternately.

“And let us know when you guys ready…” said Arthur teasing them about the wedding plans ordered by Queen Atlanna.

Orm and Y/N simultaneously shook their heads. Y/N said, “Definitely not now.”

“Definitely not.” Orm agreed.

***

The burger they ordered was delivered by the waiter. Orm was impressed by his burger and potatoes. Actually, Y/N is not used to having breakfast directly with heavy food, but to satisfy Orm's curiosity, they had breakfast with burgers and potatoes that morning after leaving Arthur’s house.

“Do you like it?” Y/N asked with a smile.

“Yeah.” Orm said briefly because he was still trying to digest the taste of the burger.

Y/N smiled at Orm who was the first to eat surface food. Again it was really funny to her.

“How do you stay skinny when everyday surface foods are like this?” Orm asked confused, but at the same time he really enjoyed his burger.

“I don't eat food like this all the time. Arthur is like that,” said Y/N smiling faintly, “I eat a balanced food, such as vegetables, fruit and fish.” Y/N said.

“Fish?” Orm raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, you can’t be angry because that is also our staple food. but we don't eat it raw, we usually process it.”

“Process it? How?” Orm asked.

“Well, we are usually fry it, or you can also—“ Y/N's words were cut off when Orm suddenly took the cockroach that was next to Y/N’s hand.

She screamed because she just realized that the cockroach had been beside her all this time. It’s kinda weird because she is literally a powerful witch but still has a huge phobia of cockroaches.

“Why are you screaming?” Orm asked in surprise then put the cockroach into the burger.

“Why the fuck you put that dirty cockroaches in your own burger?” Y/N screamed.

“This is mainland shrimp, right?” Orm asked innocently then chewed the burger containing cockroaches with a crunchy sound.

Y/N held back her disgust and said, “Please don’t tell me Arthur fooled you again?”

“What do you mean?” Orm asked in surprise, and finishing his burger.

“Well actually it's up to you, but some of us surface dwellers are disgusted by cockroaches.”

“Why? You should eat it next time. It’s delicious—“

“No thanks.” Y/N said quickly.

#aquaman 2018 #ocean master #fanfics #orm marius #orm marius x reader #aquaman and the lost kingdom #king orm #patrick wilson

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honeybeezgobzzzzz · 1 month

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🔱 A Queen’s Duty, A King’s Privilege

A Queen’s Duty, A King’s Privilege: You have been the Queen of Atlantis for nearly two years, dutifully performing you queenly duties, all except for one that is. You have yet to give your king an heir. Convinced that your husband has always only tolerated your presence, you will soon find out Orm's opinion couldn’t be farther from your thoughts.

Warnings: Mature and Explicit Themes.

To Note: Orm Marius x XebellNAMED!FEMReader, hair and eye color are given, dividers by @firefly-graphics.

Word Count: ~5.1k

Kicking your way across the palace, your red hair streamed behind you in rippling waves as you headed towards the grand hall. As the queen of Atlantis, it was your duty to attend hearings with your husband to listen to the troubles and inquiries from your people. You had been Queen of the Atlantean people for nearly two years and it never ceased to trouble you with how many showed up to voice their troubles.

You took your job as the Queen of Atlantis very seriously. Years ago, when your mother died and you were left to take care of your little sister Mera, Atlanna had stepped forward and raised both of you as her own, guiding you as best she could. Now, years later, she might be gone, but you still felt a very ingrained depth of gratitude towards the Atlantean people. As queen, it was only right of you to try your best to rule and protect them.

Swimming into the great hall, guards nodded in greeting as you headed for the dais, and took your spot next to your husband. Settling down in your seat, you folded your hands in your lap and looked onwards. The crowd of Atlantean citizens had already started gathering. Your eyes scanned the growing crowd.

“Is it just me, or are there more citizens than we normally see?” You questioned, turning your head to look at Orm and Vulko.

“There has been an increased amount of attacks by the Trench Kingdom as of late, my queen,” Vulko spoke up. “These citizens are no doubt the sufferers of their attacks.”

“These citizens are from the outreach colonies,” Orm explained, his calm blue eyes meeting yours. “We have already set up alternative housing for them within the city.”

You nodded in understanding, falling silent as you thought over the implication of the Trench Kingdom increasing their attacks, and being so close to the city itself. They were getting bolder with each passing year, and if not taken care of, every citizen not within the walls of Atlantis would flock here. You didn’t have that kind of housing.

“We won’t have the space if this continues,” You murmured quietly, your fingers curling in slightly at the foreboding thought.

“We will discuss further action at the council meeting later today,” Orm responded, giving you a hint of a smile. That took you back. Orm was not a man who was well adept at kindness or smiling for that matter. King Orvax made sure of that.

Growing up with him, you had always made sure to try to be on the best terms with Orm; you were going to eventually get married and it was best if you were at least friends when that happened. But for some reason, he spent most of his time becoming the best warrior in the ocean, and you always got the feeling that he tolerated your presence in his life.

Now, years on from your teenage life, you were his wife pretty much in name only. He stayed busy trying to protect the kingdom from the threat of the surface and the pollution that was killing your people, and you spent as much time as you could as the best queen that Atlantis needed. Except for one little fact. You hadn’t given him an heir.

It was kind of hard to when you both slept in opposite ends of the palace, hardly ever saw each other outside of royal duties, and to be frank, never really talked to each other than to discuss plans for the city. You owed him and Atlantis an heir, but how exactly was that going to happen when you felt like he only tolerated your presence?

You always thought you were decently pretty, not nearly as pretty as your younger sister Mera, but you could hold your own. Mera and you were spitting images of each other, only Mera had softer lines and features, a product of your struggle to raise her to have the best life she could get. You were more battle hardened underneath your dark green body suit; you didn’t have the same soft curves she did. Your body had long since adapted to hard hewn muscle with the occasional scar.

As long as Mera had a good life, your job as the eldest was successful and your mother could rest in peace. The hearings went by slowly, what seemed like an endless line of citizens lining up to inform you of their difficulties, and when the time slot was finally closed, you had a headache and felt the stresses of the people.

There were so many problems, and not enough of advisors and rulers to take care of the situations that arose. It seemed like a miracle that anything got done. Rising from your seat, you started making your way towards the advisor’s chamber, readying yourself for your headache to get worse.

“Itara!” Pausing, you looked back to see Mera swimming towards you. You let her catch up before continuing your journey.

“Is something bothering you?” You questioned her after you left behind most of the crowd. Mera raised her eyebrow up at you.

“You tell me, there is talk amongst the maids about your inability to provide Orm an heir.” That had you pausing in your tracks. You knew it would eventually come up. Really, your only official job, according to the old scriptures, was to provide Orm with as many heirs as he wished, mainly sons.

“Your maids need to learn to keep their thoughts to themselves, especially if they have enough time to talk about such frivolous thoughts,” You responded coolly, dropping to your feet on the stone flooring. “There is nothing wrong with your ability to procreate, you needn’t worry about me not being able to perform my duty.”

“That’s not what worries me,” Mera announced, lightly taking your wrist. “I want to know if you are okay, you never talk with me anymore.”

Orm and Vulko appeared in the hallway, mid conversation, and Orm’s eyes met yours. Your eyelids fluttered as you pursed your lips and tore your gaze from his.

“Everything is fine, Mera, I am simply busy you needn’t worry,” You told her, brushing a strand of her hair free from her face. “There isn’t anything I can’t handle as the queen.”

She didn’t look convinced, but didn’t press further on the subject. Releasing her light grip on your wrist, Mera continued on to the advising room.

“May I have a moment with you, my queen?” Orm’s voice floated through the hallway, making you stiffen ever so slightly. Everyone seemed to be out for you today.

“Of course, my king,” You responded demurely, twisting your body to face him. Vulko gave you a respective nod before leaving you and Orm alone to talk in the hallway. “Is there something wrong, it seems that everyone wishes to talk to me today.”

“It has come to my attention that we have yet to have an important discussion. I would like it if you would please meet me in my room tonight.” Looking up into his eyes, you tried to search for an emotional give away of what he intended to talk about, but as usual, he was far too good at hiding things from you.

“I will meet you when I am done with my duties,” You promised with an inclination of your head. You then frowned. “Do you know what had Mera on edge so much? I’ve never seen her so worried.”

“I believe Mera is just highly concerned for her older sister,” Orm explained before gesturing towards the council chamber doors. “May I escort you?”

“You’re my husband. That privilege is yours and yours alone,” You told him, taking his arm and turning your head towards the double doors.

The rest of your day was extremely busy after the meeting. You had been called to discuss a few disputes between the nobles, one of which ended up with two idiots challenging each other over a woman. So you then ended up having to referee a challenge, which took forever because the two men ended up locking tridents and growling at each other for an entire hour.

Eventually it ended up with the woman screaming that the two idiots that she wasn’t going to choose either of them. That had massively deflated their tails in a tumultuous ending. You had briefly spoken with the harassed woman, making sure that she would not be bothered again before departing.

So after a grueling day of indenturing royal duties, you had headed back to your private rooms, relaxed in your steam vent shower for a few minutes before changing into an emerald green silk slip to sleep in. You did have one more duty to attend to before going to bed, meeting up with Orm. Grabbing a simple grey robe, you covered up your body to hide the revealing slip and tied it off before swimming for Orm’s private wing.

Finding yourself at the guarded entrance to Orm’s wing, the guards greeted you with respectful bows, informing you that Orm had one last affair to take care of, but wished for you to wait inside for him. Entering the spacious suite, you floated around, your eyes taking in the beautiful sculptures and decorations that were placed around the rooms.

Orm hailed from a line that had long since collected riches and beautiful artifacts from the old world. So naturally he would have unbelievably beautiful sculptures and decorative weapons. But what caught your attention was not all the flashy artifacts and vases, but the balcony over viewing the city. Lightly skipping your way over to the stone carved railing, you looked out at Atlantis, a sense of pride and honor running through your veins.

This was your city, your home, and every citizen worked together for the better of your oceans and your way of life. That was why you tried so hard to be a good queen, one they deserved. Your hands lightly gripped the railing as you watched turtle trains glide smoothly around buildings, carrying vital supplies and goods.

You were sure that Orm wanted to talk about the issue of heirs; it was obvious and something you had never talked about. You would probably go about it as clinical as possible. It was your job and Orm could always go to a noble woman he actually liked for further intimacy. You heard the tell-tale signs of Orm, his voice echoing as he talked with the guards, the light boom of the stone doors closing, the shuffling of his armor as he loosened it up.

“Your day sounded far busier than I expected,” Orm quietly spoke, his voice floating to your ears. Reaching up, you brushed your red hair behind your ear while you turned away from the city. Orm had removed his greaves and breastplate, and was now working on his vambraces. They were notoriously harder to take off alone when you only had one hand.

Taking the initiative, you glided over to him and gently took his arm, your smaller fingers replacing his hand as you loosened up the string of the vambraces.

“I try to stay busy,” you answered him as you fully loosened the knot and pulled the vambrace free from his wrist. Your eyes darted up to his blue ones ever so briefly before you moved to work on his remaining vambrace. “There is plenty to do and I want to be a good queen.”

“Who said you weren’t a good queen?” Orm questioned, his eyebrow going up as you pulled off his remaining vambrace. You gave him a soft shrug of your shoulders.

“Queens are only good for one thing, my king,” you told him quietly as you went to place the vambraces on the armor stand for tomorrow. Sliding the vambraces into their holder, you lightly ran your finger down the golden scales. “I am not blind to that duty, I owe you an heir, it is expected.”

“Would having my child be that cumbersome to you?” His tone was snippy and egged your own attitude towards your discussion.

“It matters not what I feel,” you stated, your fingers dropping from the beautiful armor and fisting your robe. “You clearly only tolerate my presence, so what difference does it make?”

A hand closed around your wrist and had you spinning in a dizzying circle, your body ultimately being tugged against a hard, warm chest as you steadied yourself with your palm on Orm’s shoulder. Letting out a startled breath, you lifted your wide eyes to Orm’s as his other hand grasped your chin.

“Are you really that unhappy here, Itara? Unhappy with me?” He asked, his blue eyes searching your green ones.

“I wouldn’t say I am unhappy,” you responded, your cheeks heating up slightly at his close proximity. “I just—I want to be a good queen like your mother… and yet sometimes I feel you go out of your way to stay busy, to stay away from me… I don’t want to admit it, but I will give you your desired heirs, and I won’t protest if you choose to seek intimacy from a more attractive woman.”

Rather than be pleased by your words and acceptance of not protesting him seeking pleasure and comfort elsewhere, he seemed to be irritated, if not irate. You didn’t have time to contemplate what you had said to make anger simmer behind those crystal blue eyes before his grip on your chin tightened and he was pulling your mouth to his.

Shock, utter shock, filled your veins and burned a clear path through each and every pathway to your brain as Orm hungrily pressed his soft lips against yours. Your heart started racing in your chest while your skin prickled in delight. When you had wed, in front of citizens from both Xebel and Atlantis, you had only shared a brief, chaste kiss, as was expected of a King and Queen, but this was nothing like that simple brush of lips.

This was hungry, dominating, and had every single molecule of your being consumed by boiling heat and desire. His hand released your chin and slid along your cheek until his fingers reached your floating hair. His fingers dug into your flaming red hair, weaving into your locks until he had a firm hold.

Biting down on a soft moan, your fingers curled into his basic purple armor, making your nails scratch the delicate yet infinitely strong scales. That small sound from the back of your throat seemed to please Orm further because he was releasing your wrist and sliding his arm around your back, pulling your body further against his.

With your hand free from his grip, you tentatively placed your hand on his shoulder, sliding your own fingers up to his neck to feel his skin beneath your fingertips. Completely absorbed with his possessive kiss, you provided no resistance when his tongue flicked across your lower lip. Parting your overly sensitized lips, you let Orm dive even further.

It was euphoric and nothing you had experienced in the past made you feel as intimate and connected with him than the caress of his mouth against yours and the gentle yet needy touches of his hands on your body. Only when your lungs started to burn and little gasps tumbled out of your mouth did he pull away.

Your face was flushed from the high of his kisses and lack of oxygen, and while you caught your breath, your hands remained on his chest and neck. Finally, after you had caught your voice and stared into his eyes with a look that reflected how you felt, you spoke.

“That was unexpected…” you whispered out weakly. Orm’s lips curled into a half smirk as he ran his fingers through your hair.

“You are my wife, Itara, mine to have, mine to hold, mine to cherish, and I will never have eyes for another. It is my honor that you will carry our children. It may be a queen’s duty to carry on the line, but it is the king’s privilege to indulge in that sacred right.” That took your breath away. You had been treated most of your life as a tool, and yet he made you feel like you were more than just a broodmare.

“I always thought that you didn’t care for me or my presence.” Your reply had his eyes softening while his fingers slipped free of your hair and delicately traced the curve of your jaw.

“My feelings are far from that, my queen,” Orm explained. “After my mother died, I felt it was my duty to become as strong as I could in order to protect both Atlantis and you. It seems in my dedication to becoming a man worthy of your hand, I unwittingly pushed you away. I don’t know how to remedy my folly other than beg for forgiveness.”

Your eyes burned from the realization that you had allowed yourself to suffer so long simply from a misunderstanding. He had been focusing on becoming a King worthy to rule Atlantis, and a man who could protect his wife.

“Gods, I feel like such an idiot,” you moaned quietly to yourself, pressing your forehead to his chest. “I think I’m the one who should be apologizing. I never thought to ask…”

“Now that we’ve cleared up that misunderstanding, may I worship my wife like she deserves?” If your cheeks were pink from that tail curling kiss only a minute earlier, they were now burning the same shade of your hair. You could refuse and make him wait for a later date, or open up to a glaring fact of yours you were fairly sure he didn’t know. Cowardice couldn’t, and wouldn’t, win this time.

“Orm, there is something you should probably know…” you spoke up, withdrawing your hands to twist them together in nervousness. “I haven’t—I’ve never been intimate with anyone before, so I do not know what to do.”

Rather than laugh at you, or leer over the fact that you were untouched and his for ruining, Orm simply took your hands in his grasp and pressed light butterfly kisses to your fingers.

“I will be gentle, my queen.” With that, you allowed him to lead you over to his bed, his fingers slowly working at the robe you wore, all the while keeping your eyes connected. Your robe slipped from your shoulders and floated down to the stone floor, revealing the emerald green slip you wore to bed.

While his hands lightly explored your nearly bared body, Orm lowered his mouth to press feather kisses along your jaw, his lips drawing out the most delightful sensations. Shuddering beneath his gentle touch, your fingers curled into purple armor, not really knowing what to do other than hold on.

The water softly cushioned your body as your bare feet floated off the floor, and as you floated over the bed, your body trembled underneath his surprisingly light touches. Your husband was not a gentleman, nor was he raised to have a soft touch, and yet in this moment you felt as if you were seeing an entirely new side to him. One that reminded you of the late Queen, his mother, Atlanna.

Every kiss Orm pressed against your lips drew you deeper into the foreign world of lust and pleasure. Not once did you find yourself wanting to pull away. Hands slowly undid the neat bow holding the back of your silk slip, and with one tug, the soft material resting on your body became loose.

But he didn’t automatically yank the material from your body, instead choosing to slip his fingers across skin that was rarely shown, always hidden behind your dark green body suit. Orm’s hands were unrestrained, but never once rough and hard. Fingers trailed all over your back, around your hips, across your stomach, they stroked your skin until your entire being was shivering in delight and anticipation.

Orm’s mouth wandered from yours, moving over the contour of your jaw before landing on your neck. A small shuddering sigh passed your lips when his lips started to tug at your tender flesh. You found a new sense of pleasure bubbling underneath your skin just from the way his mouth caressed and teased your neck.

That wasn’t the only sensation your mind was hyper fixating on at the moment. The hand that had been delicately stroking your stomach had migrated to the waistband of your underwear, and in one motion his fingers slipped to flesh no man had ever touched before.

Letting out a startled gasp, you bit back a whimper and clutched at his shoulder when his fingers stroked through your folds. Your body twitched in his hold, unaccustomed to any type of touch and highly sensitive to each stroke and swirl.

With your breathing heavier and your cheeks reddened with arousal rather than embarrassment, your lips trembled, soft echoes of moans and pants barely audible. Orm finally released your neck from his ministration to look into your flushed face. He had a satisfied, smug little smirk on his lips that only deepened your blush.

“Care to help me with my armor, my queen?” Orm questioned, not once halting his electric touch. Even with a flushed face burning with heat, you managed to let out a small scoff.

“The day you need help with something as simple as dressing yourself is the day you cease to be Orm Marius.” You breathed out, making him quirk an eyebrow.

“Indulge me?” Your fingers traveled from his shoulder to his neck, where the zipper was neatly tucked away in a fray of scales. Your hand trembled as you slowly drew the zipper down, relieving Orm of his skin tight armor. With the material loose, you slipped your fingers between the armor and his skin, pushing it back. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this meek,”

While your cheeks were still dusted red, you managed to scowl at him for a few moments but were soon twisted around in the water as Orm shed the rest of his armor and tugged your floating slip from your body. Nostrils flaring at how naked you now were, Orm glided an arm across your bare back and pulled your body so you were flush against his chest.

Your lips were only a whisper apart as you stared into his hard blue eyes. Your body trembled at the feeling of his hot skin on yours. Orm was quick to return his hand to your underwear and, with one unapologetic smirk, tore the material free from your body. A noise of outrage bubbled in your throat, but was soon smothered by his mouth. As he took your lips in a hot and demanding kiss, you snaked your arms up and wrapped them around his neck.

His mouth completely distracted you, for it commanded attention and demanded a response. But a benign lance of pleasure shot up through your body, causing you to jerk in his hold and release a gasp that was instantly smothered. Orm had worked a finger into your body and from that came a whole new onslaught of sensation. Your nails dug into his neck while he curved his finger and started to stroke you deep and slow.

“Orm,” you grasped out, as his mouth migrated from yours once and worked its way across your chin to your neck. Your body tensing up from the sensations building in your body. “What are—what are you doing?”

“Indulging,” was his only reply before he added another finger. You gripped his shoulder harder as your body struggled to stretch to accommodate his extra digit. It wasn’t painful, but there was a certain dull burning sensation that wasn’t comfortable. Orm placed a line of kisses on your neck, providing a brief distraction. “You need to relax, my queen.”

While Orm nuzzled his way up your neck to nip at your earlobe, you closed your eyes and tried to do exactly that. Letting out a shaky sigh, you forced yourself to relax once more and with that the hot tingling pleasure slowly returned. Rather than let Orm do all the work, you leaned forward and dropped your own hungry lips to his neck, raining down passionate kisses and ravenous nips.

Past the burn, your body vibrated in response to his ministrations and felt like it was on the teetering brink of… something. Fidgeting in his embrace, rather than kissing his neck and shoulder, you started biting down with a tormented whimper. A hum of satisfaction came from deep within Orm’s throat, and with that noise he curved his fingers further in your body and stroked a spot within you that had your toes curling and abdomen clenching.

Fire burned in your veins, your heart pounded, and with your body quivering in Orm’s arms, you felt something within you release itself. Going slack, you leaned your face into his neck and tried to calm your heart down. His fingers disappeared from your folds and he gently took your chin in hand, pulling it so you were looking at each other. Orm brushed his fingers through your hair, tucking several strands behind your ear.

“I can’t promise it won’t hurt, but I will keep my promise.”

“I know,” you responded quietly, as he whisked his fingers down your back and then along your thigh. Your leg was pulled up to his waist as you sucked in a breath when you felt his length press up against your aching core. Orm ran his fingers up your back, tracing along the ridges of your spine until his fingers dug into your red hair. He dipped his head down, stealing another passionate kiss.

You gasped against his mouth at the invading thickness that was suddenly filling your body. You wanted to squirm against the sharp pain that emanated from between your legs, but you didn’t budge in Orm’s grasp so you had to settle with digging your nails into his shoulders until you were sure they were leaving marks. Orm’s lips nipped at yours once more before slowly moving to the corner of your mouth, and then along your jaw. Shuddering in his hold, you focused on the sensation of his lips moving across your skin rather than the slowly dissipating pain.

You floated there for at least half a minute, Orm patiently allowing your body to adjust to the invasion. At first you were content to just float there, but the less it hurt, the more you realized that a peculiar prickle was boiling where pain had once echoed. Releasing your nails from his skin, you slipped one of your hands up his neck and stroked your fingers through his blond hair.

“I’m not as breakable as I might seem,” you whispered against his neck, your lips brushing his hot skin as you nuzzled your nose in and rested your head on his shoulder. “Perhaps naïve, but I am not breakable.”

“I never saw you as naïve, Itara,” Orm said as he shifted his eyes down to look at you. “You have always seemed dedicated to your duty as Queen of Atlantis.”

“Save for one major duty you have neglected,” you answered with a twitch at the corner of your mouth.

“I wouldn’t say you have neglected it any further,” he said before easing himself out. Breathing out steadily, you waited for a recurrence of pain, but were surprised to find that when Orm slid back in, pain was no longer at the forefront. Heat was blooming in your stomach and before you knew it, an echoing soft sigh slipped from your barely parted lips.

With a half smile on his face, Orm pulled your head back by your hair and pressed a blazing trail of kisses down your throat. You could feel his mouth pulling at your skin and occasionally adding just a hint of bite. You didn’t know what to focus on, the feeling of Orm sliding in and out of your body or the little zips of lightning he produced with his mouth.

With a breathy groan, you slowly wrapped your legs around his waist, closing the minuscule space between your bodies. Your neck was branded with his lips. Never before had it felt so sensitive. Teeth once again raked your neck and you couldn’t help the small cry as his pace increased and his cock started brushing against a certain spot.

Your quivering and soft moans only increased when Orm’s wicked mouth dropped from your neck to slowly make its way down to your breasts. Twitching in his hold, you whined out as he gently bit around at the soft tissue and then licked the stinging skin.

You were content to wrap yourself around Orm, holding onto him for the ride, but he had his mouth and hands everywhere. He was addicting, and you found yourself craving the feeling of his body pressed against yours, driving deeper and deeper until all that came from your mouth was heavy gasps.

Nails clawing at his shoulder, you felt your body overtaken with waves of pleasure that got stronger and stronger with every second that ticked by. Shaking to the point of writhing, you felt your body clamp down around Orm and in seconds heat was streaking through your body while a strangled scream left your lips, your limbs twitching in his grasp.

While liquid fire was slowly streaming through your body, you shuddered as lightheadedness hit you. Orm tore his mouth from your chest to mash his lips back against yours, his movements now coming hard and fast. His hands clasped your hips and with one last hard thrust, your hips crashed together and hot liquid was rushing into your body.

Grunting against lips that seemed ravenous and never sated, your body quivered against his while you caught your breath. Slowly, the hungry kiss mellowed out to soft nips, Orm reaching up to brush his fingers through your own hair.

“I hope that wasn’t too uncomfortable,” Orm murmured in your ear. You let out a soft giggle and wrapped your arms all the way around his neck.

“There are certain unpleasantries that are unavoidable,” you answered softly. “I will be fine, my king.”

His blue eyes flickered down to yours.

“Can I perhaps convince you to stay the night? I quite like having you in my arms.” Your only response was to smile.

Date Published: 1/18/21

Last Edit: 4/28/24

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#orm marius #orm marius x reader #aquaman

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gimme-a-man-after-midnight · 5 months

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my royal roomie (part 2) *sneak peek*

Fandom: Aquaman

Pairing: Orm Marius x Reader

part 1:

https://www.tumblr.com/gimme-a-man-after-midnight/693273500438429696/my-royal-roomie-pt-1?source=share

Summary: After a few days of living under your roof, Orm gets to know the little surface dweller he's been stuck with. With time, a stormy night, and a bottle of wine, the prince learns that he has more in common with you than he may think.

Warnings: female reader, slow burn, cursing, mentions of past emotional abuse, divorced parents!reader, dead parent, comic lore inaccuracies

Author's Note:

Hi y'all! I know I'm just about 1.5 years late in making this part 2...but I really do appreciate the support being shown for this fic! I want to make note now that my writing style has changed a bit in the time I've been away, but I hope the story is still to your liking! I'm already drafting up ideas for part 3 and hopefully more parts in the future once I watch the second movie. Look forward to more work in the future, but for now here's a first look at the next chapter!

Arthur was done - so done.

The newly crowned Atlantean king had so much on his plate already, what with his upcoming engagement underway and him having an entire kingdom to look after. While he did appreciate his little brother feeling comfortable enough to call him at such an ungodly hour, the words the blond uttered made him want to pull his hair out.

“I think I broke her - your human.”

“Bro, what?”

It was too fucking early for this.

“Don’t call me - agh, nevermind - something’s wrong with your human and I’m not sure how to approach the situation. Is this really an environment you believe me to find enrichment from? My host is clearly on the brink of some sort of breakdown and I-”

“Wow, I never took you for someone that was so easily shaken, brother.”

Arthur’s poorly timed quip makes Orm stare back at the projection call with a blank face.

“First off, she’s not my human, she’s her own person. Second, what did you even do? She’s not one to just collapse on her own - although she is a serial overthinker and could definitely talk herself to an early grave...”

Orm, frustrated with his half-brother’s lack of support, rolls his eyes over the call.

“Okay, okay, but seriously. Something must’ve set her off or triggered her to react in a way. You sure you didn’t do anything?”

“All I did was answer the door when she knocked. When she saw me at the entrance, she saw the sweater I was wearing and was overcome with emotion. That’s hardly my fault.”

Orm can see Arthur’s brows furrow in thought at the information, almost as if he’s assessing whether he’s been given the whole story or not.

“Well…where’d you get the sweater?”

“I hardly think that matters-”

“Just answer the question, bro-”

An exasperated grunt leaves Orm as he grips at the sheets beneath him in an attempt to contain himself. A part of him regretted bringing up the matter at all, communication with his half-brother being much too awkward to bear.

“I got it from the wooden wardrobe inside of my chambers! It was much more practical to wear than the flimsy garb-”

“Shit,” Arthur cuts him off, the hologram shifting as the man rubs at his eyes. “The wooden wardrobe with vines on the sides?”

It was Orm’s turn to be taken aback, unsure of how he knew the detail from off the top of his head.

“Yes, that’s the one.”

A muffled sigh comes from Arthur’s end, the image changing again as the king shuffles out of bed quietly to not disturb a sleeping Mera.

“Listen, dude. It’s not my place to speak on her business like this, but all I can say is that the wardrobe - that room - holds a lot of memories that are painful for her. I know you didn’t mean to bring them up, but that wardrobe is off limits. Just try and apologize for now, but don’t pry.”

“But why should I-”

“Orm, seriously! I get it, you don’t like being there - that you’ve spent every day in your room ever since I dropped you off, but she’s been trying. She’s been doing everything she can to get you out of your shell and you’re not giving back anything. There has to be some give here, and that can start with you saying sorry.”

Orm was surprised by the fact that Arthur knew of his daily whereabouts already, undoubtedly asking you for updates in him. However, what surprised him the most was that even though you have seemingly complained to his half brother, you never once suggested kicking him out - never demanded he leave your house and have Atlantis deal with him. You truly were a peculiar little thing.

“...fine. But don’t expect me to continue such niceties with her.”

A belly laugh could be heard from the over the call, surely out of amusement for the prince's unwavering coldness.

“Good. Now hang up, you disrupted my beauty sleep.”

With a scoff, Orm presses on the green gem of his wristlet and heads off to the direction of your bedroom.

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five years, a clark x orm fanfic

note: sorry, I realized I never posted the updates on Tumblr! will be posting all the chapters on here until I’m caught up!

Chapter 7

Little Potato ignites into a ball of sparks. One moment he’s splashing in the water, and the next, he’s perched on Orm’s shoulders, gumming into his soft blonde hair and effectively ruining his fishy coif. Little Potato is not its official name, but it has been two years and Orm wonders if it’s too late to ask. That’s the name everyone calls it— him , he reminds himself.

He tips his head forward and the child tumbles into his arms, half-giggling and half-growling at him. He offers his hand for him to tussle with.

Another child latches onto her mother beside him, and Orm does not think twice. A warrior queen such as her should continue her line. Her heirs will be formidable with the right training, these tiny harbingers of death. The second child, he’s told, is a Little Empanada. Or was she rolled into one like Little Potato and his burrito blankets? After five years, he still cannot care for these ridiculous surface foods.

The children are a welcome distraction.

“It is almost the end.”

He remembers a time when they had tried to kill each other, and yet here he is, asking for advice for the hundredth time. He poses no question, but Queen Komand’r has always understood him. They are one and the same; mirrored souls on different paths.

Komand’r hums, a deep purring rooted in her chest. She shifts the child onto her other breast.

“It does not have to end,” she finally responds, calmly.

He follows her eyes to the distant skyline. It’s too dark to see where the sun meets the sky, so he hopes to see flickers of her errant thoughts—hopes to find the solution to his problem. In five years, they have both made lives for themselves, yet only one can keep theirs.

“That is what I told him.”

It never occurred to Orm to stop after his marriage to Mera. Clark was the one who drew the line. After five years, until the day he is to marry his betrothed. He does not understand why, but he respects the decisions. More and more, he realizes that he does not like the decision. In his heart, and in his mind, his love for Clark will never end.

Komand’r’s laughter snaps him from his reverie, soft, yet harsh and mocking.

“You wish to continue two separate marriages and continue to sit on the throne? Selfish,” she reprimands. She is the one with two lovers— two husbands —and yet, she does not inspire hope within him. “Men like Kal-El and Barry are full of love, but they honor tradition in their own ways. You cannot expect Kal-El to share you with another, yet disallow your lovers to share each other.”

“Mera is not my lover,” he states, neutrally. Mera is his duty to his kingdom. That is all. He will perform as necessary to grant Atlantis an heir, but Clark is the one who holds his heart. Clark is the one who knows him, the real him. “You are saying… I should allow Clark and Mera to marry each other.”

“She is not your lover. What would be the point?”

Orm has observed her relationship for a long time, ever since the beginning of their alliance five years ago. He acknowledges that Barry and Harold are intimate with one another, the same way the Queen of Tamaran is intimate with them. The proof is here, cradled awkwardly in his lap and biting him viciously.

“Enough,” he tells the child and Little Potato snarls at him. Playfully, of course.

“What works for me may not be true for you, King of Atlantis. I allow a regent to sit on my throne while I live here. Are you willing to make that choice for Kal?”

“No.”

In his own private way, Orm hesitates. The value of the throne has been beaten into him as a child. It turned him against his own brother, once upon a time, and there are days where he struggles to believe that Arthur is not simply buying his time before he finally challenges him. But… there is little he will not do for his brother, Clark, or the allies he has met on the surface. Clark insists they are friends, and perhaps his husband is right.

“I must protect the people of Atlantis.”

“You imply that I do not?” Komand’r tips her head, her emerald eyes narrowing. “You insinuate that my brother cannot manage our planet while my sister and I are here?”

“No. That is not what I said.”

Komand’r hums, short and clipped, as if she does not believe him. She shifts the child to lay against her shoulder, bouncing the baby and gently tapping its back. When the little one burps, it is with a dark flame.

“Whatever you choose, understand what you ask of Kal. If you ask him to wait, he will wait while you spend half your life with another. Is that what you want from him?”

“No.”

Komand’r’s ascension to the throne was not like his. Orm trained for it, inherited it and now, he defends it. It is not his place to judge the politics of another planet, and he respects the Queen for success in conquering her planet. From what he understands, it was preferable to her people if she did not sit, actively, on the throne. Though she still reigns, it is from the shadows, and a more palatable sibling represents her will.

“Kingdoms come and go, but a love like this? You cannot win it, you cannot conquer it. It simply finds you, and it is your choice to nurture it or let it die. Do not toy with the Kryptonian. It will cause more harm than good.”

The air fills with static, a precursor to the arrival of a ‘speedster’. Orm can tell whether it is father or son by the prickle against his skin.

“Hiya,” Barry Allen grins, appearing out of nowhere with a crack and a snap. “Ready to go, kitten? Hal’s already there.”

“Duckie,” Komand’r greets with an uncharacteristic softness. She smiles—only at him, and never anyone else. When she stands, she gives a full body shake, freeing herself of the sand. Immediately, her eldest screeches and jumps into her thick dark mane, using it to swing into the arms of its father. His father. They nuzzle one another and it is reminiscent of the Wright Kingdom and their customs.

Orm watches the small family for a brief moment. This was her choice, living a simple life in a too-small apartment with a soft human. Two soft humans. She loves them enough to weave their lineage into hers, to give her seat to a child with human blood. Her life is the antithesis of everything he has ever known. He watches as Barry catches his child, nuzzles him and tosses him into the air. Little Potato does not come back down. Instead, he floats and sticks his tongue out at Barry. The warmth between them is bright, like a beacon in the night.

He glances away.

“Well, we’re off. You alright here, Orm?” Barry asks, sporting a Little Potato hat.

“Yes.” Why wouldn’t he be?

“I require babysitting next Friday.” Komand’r states.

“I will discuss it with Clark.”

“Excellent.”

“Okay, say ‘bye Uncle Orm’,” Barry takes his baby’s tiny furled hand and waves it in Orm’s direction.

“Bye, Uncle Orrrrm ,” the older child growls, grinning. He floats towards Orm’s head and hugs it, before flying back to his parents.

“Farewell,” Orm nods.

Like the names of the children, he wonders if it is too late to ask. Why must he sit on the children?

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