#aquamaster

fic link: Submerge

fandom: Aquaman (2018) | ship: Arthur Curry/Orm Marius

rated: M | tagged: incest, surprise guests

summary: Sometimes, all we know is falling. 

Post-Aquaman (2018)*. The Justice League calls on the princes of the sea for help in a terrible battle. And in the aftermath, Arthur finds how unsteady the ground beneath him truly is.

Title: Submerge Author: Lizzen Canon: Aquaman Pairing: Arthur Curry/Orm Marius Rating: Mature [R] Word Count: 3,114 Summary: Sometimes, all we know is falling. Post-Aquaman. The Justice League calls on the princes of the sea for help in a

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jason momoa (aquaman) - Not White

patrick wilson (ocean master) - White

amber heard (mera) - White

this is getting super prevalent in twitter tags (#aquamanfanart, among others) and i figured i’d put a post up on the hellsite even though it’s in its death throes

please PLEASE stop whitewashing 2018′s aquaman / jason momoa

Rec: Water Is Sweet, Blood Is Thicker by Meduseld

Title: Water Is Sweet, Blood Is Thicker Author: Meduseld Canon: Aquaman | DCEU Pairing: Arthur Curry/Orm Marius Rating: Mature [R] Word Count: 7,977 Summary: Scenes from a marriage. (more…)

fic: Submerge

fandom: Aquaman (2018); ship: Arthur Curry/Orm Marius

summary: Sometimes, all we know is falling. 

Post-Aquaman. The Justice League calls on the princes of the sea for help in a terrible battle. And in the aftermath, Arthur finds how unsteady the ground beneath him truly is.

The introductions don’t take long. 

“This is my baby brother,” Arthur says, casual. “He’s a dick.” He’s not told anyone about the war that could have been, but he knows they suspect.

Diana reaches out her hand to shake Orm’s. “Thank you for joining us,” she says and he raises her hand to his lips, kisses it lightly. Says nothing but looks every bit a well mannered king.

Arthur doesn’t like it, but it doesn’t matter. It really doesn’t. He turns to Clark. “Do we have a game plan?”

* Orm is flipping through news channels, watching the horrors, and his face is unreadable.

“You probably think we should go home, let the surface dwellers handle this. Or perish,” Arthur says. “You probably think--”

His generals show him live feed of a submarine, a strange sort with a rather specific design and emblem on it. It’s nearing Atlantis, but unlikely to get much closer. “Surface dwellers can’t handle the depths, the pressure,” one of them says, proud. “But he’s closer than we thought possible.”

Arthur rolls his eyes and leans back on his throne. “He’s such a show off.” Then he looks up and breathes out. They wouldn’t be looking for him if it was just a social call.

*

“What,” he says, gruff. “I’m in the middle of a regime change.”

They’re on a nearby island. Arthur is standing in the waves, refusing to leave the sea. The beached Batsub is a few feet away, and Bruce and Diana are looking at each other before facing him.

“You look good,” Diana says, and then she gestures to his trident. “Suits you.”

A little color fills his cheeks, but he keeps his frown. “Why are you here?”

“We need you,” Bruce says.

“Not interested,” he replies.

Diana smiles at him. “You wouldn’t have come if you weren’t interested.”

He glares at her and takes a few steps forward, the water against his feet. “So you need me, <i>of course</i> you need me.”

“And if you have any friends,” Bruce says, “we need them too.”

*

Arthur races to Atlantis, swimming as fast as he can so he doesn’t have to think about what happens next. What Mera will say when he tells her what has to be done.

*

“Brother,” Orm says, not looking up from his book. Arthur takes several strides to get close, stand over him. “What brings you to my jail cell today?” he says, bored.

“I need you,” Arthur says. “On the surface.”

Something shudders through Orm, and he blinks. Puts down the book. Carefully looks up. “You what?”

*

The introductions don’t take long. There’s two new faces, Dinah and Caitlin. “J’onn is undercover right now, you’ll meet him later,” Clark says.

“This is my baby brother,” Arthur says, casual. “He’s a dick.” He’s not told anyone about the war that could have been, but he knows they suspect.

Diana reaches out her hand to shake Orm’s. “Thank you for joining us,” she says and he raises her hand to his lips, kisses it lightly. Says nothing but looks every bit a well mannered king.

Strangely irritated by this, Arthur turns to Clark. “Do we have a game plan?”

*

Brainiac has taken control of Luthor Corp’s assets; the good, the bad, the unspeakable. Metropolis is still trying to evacuate but his growing army of machines make it difficult. Washington is under siege and the president’s whereabouts are unknown. And Gotham, well. Bruce may have to spend his fortune fixing it now.

Orm is flipping through news channels, watching the horrors, and his face is unreadable.

“You probably think we should go home, let the surface dwellers handle this. Or perish,” Arthur says. “You probably think--”

“My mother lives on the surface,” Orm says simply. As if that answers everything.

*

Arthur opens a channel to Mera, who rules in his absence. Keeping the seven seas whole while he takes to the land and air. “I should have dragged you up here too,” he says. “We’re likely to lose.”

“How’s Orm?” she says. “Has he murdered you in your sleep yet?”

He grins. He misses her, misses seeing red in the periphery of his vision. “Not yet,” he replies.

*

They’re in Metropolis, in the ruins of a five star hotel. It will be some time before Diana makes contact, puts them into action. Orm finds a four poster bed, barely damaged, and sits on it. He looks carefully at Arthur, as if to dare him to say something. He removes his helmet and lays down on the bed, closes his eyes and begins to lightly snore.

Arthur stares at him, at how calm he looks. Eye of the storm, and his brother is sleeping like a babe. It’s a strange feeling inside him, how much he wants to crawl in there with him. Wrap him up in his arms, and sleep until everyone else on the team takes care of this nonsense.

He remembers longing for his baby brother. Wanting to walk across the sand with him and ask him so many questions. Get hamburgers and milkshakes. Watch movies and talk about their mom. Look in his eyes and see her. Tuck him in and kiss him goodnight.

land of freedom, land of heroes