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dc-plus-marvel · 5 years

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Any chance you could do a fic where Arthur is in love with the reader but she’s to marry orm (who’s also in love her) and basically just a big jealously thing pleeease :)

mod soph here, i really liked how this fic turned out but two things first:

1) im going to have two different endings so you can choose which guy you want to end up with, arthur or orm

2) me and cas are working on the aquaman requests but updates might be a little slower due to school starting back up again but don’t worry we will answer all of your request thanks for understanding :)

since that has been cleared up let’s begin

Quite the Dilemma

Arthur never understood why Atlantis continues to follow some of its outlandish traditions; he still doesn’t. Arthur often claims despite their technology advancing, their ways seem to remain in the past. Unfortunately, the council does not share this same sentiment. The audible disgust shown from Atlantis’ elite quickly shows Arthur that Atlantis enjoys their traditions, despite seeming very medieval. Thus, causing Arthur to silence his questioning of Atlantean culture. Well, that was until Arthur met Y/n.

Y/n was once betrothed to Orm Marius, Arthur’s half-brother. The marriage was delayed due to Orm’s destruction of the surface realm. While Y/n shared Orm’s horror and disgust towards the horrid things done to marine life because of surface dwellers, Y/n extremely disagreed with his way of resolving this issue. One might think Y/n hated Orm for such violence and maybe Y/n was foolish for forgiving him, but Y/n eventually did. Despite protests from multiple people, Y/n still saw the potential for good in him. In Y/n’s heart, Y/n knew he had just been led down the wrong path and Y/n was ready to help guide him down the right one. That’s what caused her to meet Arthur.

Following Mera’s updates on the seven kingdoms, Arthur started heading towards his brother’s room to see if his hatred towards the surface was still present. As he was about to walk in his large frame bumped into a much smaller one. “Oh, I’m so sorry.” A soft feminine voice announces. Arthur looks down to see a young woman trying to pick up scrolls and other Atlantean literature. Arthur helps retrieve some of her novels and hands them back to her. She responds with a quiet thanks and a smile. Having not seen her before Arthur decides to introduce himself. “I’m Arthur. Arthur Curry…” He trails off waiting for her to reply with her name. “I know who you are. I’m sorry that sounded rude! What I meant was that I know who you are because you’re the true king…the one who wields King Atlann’s trident…but you already knew that cause…you’re the true king. I’m sorry I ramble when I’m nervous…Oh my god! I didn’t even answer your question! Y/n. My name is Y/n. Y/n L/n.” Arthur chuckled before saying, “Don’t worry about your rambling Y/n. It’s fine, really. Besides I find it cute.” The sudden compliment from the King of the Ocean caused Y/n to smile sweetly before muttering a quiet thank you. “That’s a lot of books…Wait a minute…The Great Gatsby, Hamlet, How to Kill a Mockingbird, and Romeo and Juliet. All of these are books from the surface. How did you get these?” Arthur asks curiously. Y/n sheepishly smiles before responding, “I have Mera get them for me when you two visit the surface. For some reason, I’ve always been curious about the surface and ever since you became king my fascination has only deepened.” Arthur’s face lit up at the thought of another Atlantean knowledgeable and interested in surface culture. “That’s amazing. Maybe I could bring you to the surface next time we go.” Arthur says nonchalantly. Once hearing Arthur’s statement Y/n’s smile goes wide and she squeals with excitement before quickly hugging Arthur. Before Arthur could continue with their pleasant conversation, Orm emerged from his room. “Y/n have you returned with more books? Wait. Arthur? What are you doing here?” Orm asked once he spotted his half-brother. “I was coming here to check up on you but then I met this lovely woman right here. How come you never introduced me to Y/n before?” Arthur says jokingly but oblivious to his brother’s annoyance. “That’s not important. What’s important is Y/n locating that book she wanted to show me. Right, Y/n?” Orm asks referring to earlier before his brute of a brother showed up. Y/n’s eyes lit up before she said, “Oh yeah, I’ll go get that right now.” Swimming towards the library as soon as she finished her statement. Arthur turned towards his brother and said, “Why would you do that? I was this close to asking her to hang out later.” Orm scoffed before replying, “That lady was my betrothed. So…refrain from anything flirtatious.” Arthur looked at Orm incredulously; before he could reply back Orm spoke up once again. “You best return to Mera to resume your kingly duties before Y/n returns.” Refusing to allow Arthur to rebut, Orm returns back into his room. Arthur being annoyed at his brother’s actions muttered under his breath, “Well last time I checked ‘was’ refers to the past. Meaning she’s not your fiance anymore.” Arthur then followed Orm’s ‘advice’ and returned to the throne room before Y/n returned. Little did Y/n know that the battle for her affection had just begun.

Arthur was attending some Atlantean holiday feast. He was still not fully knowledgeable on Atlantean culture, so he let Orm do most of the talking. That was until Y/n arrived. To both Orm and Arthur, she looked ethereal. Each brother had their breath taken away. At this time Y/n was well acquainted with Arthur. “Hello, Arthur and Orm. Happy Lunar Festival. How have your days been, hopefully wonderful?” Y/n asks. “My day has been splendid. Thank you for asking. I have an inquiry for you Y/n, do you plan on partaking in the traditional moonlight waltz?” Orm responds quickly. Arthur’s face turns into one of confusion and Y/n takes note of this. “The traditional moonlight waltz is a special dance performed when the moon is at its peak. It’s said that whoever you dance with at midnight is your true love, but that’s just a silly myth.” Y/n whispers to Arthur before answering Orm’s question. “Since I have no one to dance with, I think I can’t so no.” She says unaware of the situation about to transpire. “I’ll dance with you.” Both brothers say at the same time. Rendering Y/n speechless. “Forgive my brother, Y/n what he means to say is that I would love it if you joined me in the midnight waltz.” Orm smoothly said causing Arthur to look at him with his mouth agape. “Actually I mean I would like to dance with Y/n. If that’s okay with her.” Arthur said in a serious tone of voice. Any onlooker could identify the tension between the two brothers. Y/n stood in the middle, trying to process what was occurring in front of her. Two members of the royal family had feelings towards her. Sure, she was betrothed to one of them but everyone knows betrothals usually result in loveless marriages. Yet here she was with two people who she cared about deeply fighting over her affections. If they continued like this a fight was inevitable. Fortunately, Mera came to the rescue. Disrupting the spat with a simple question. “Why don’t you let Y/n decide?” Resulting in both men looking at Y/n, awaiting her to mutter their name.

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xoleahbeanxo · 7 years

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Figurine of Memory

Okay, so my wife’s birthday is tomorrow and I decided to write her a story. Now she hasn’t had a chance to sit down and read it yet because she’s been so busy today. But I wanted to post it on here anyway because I hope that she’s scrolling along and see it and remembers that I wrote it for her LOL. Anyway, I posted it below the cut. I’m not going to post tags just yet because I want her to be surprised. Anyway, if you do read it, don’t spoil it for her.

Hateno was beautiful this time of year. The rustling of the leaves in the cool breeze reminded him of the ocean. He’d frequented so many times since he became king. There was comfort to be had there, memories that weren’t so easily forgotten. A soothing touch of when he was younger lingered in the warm sand and salty air.

The young king spared himself a moment to glimpse back there. To the time of the blonde champion in the cornflower colored tunic snatching crabs straight from the water and dropping then right into the pot to cook. The hero had such peculiar mannerisms that were so much a part of him that even when he saw another do them in passing, he remembered the hero as plain as day. Whether they shared love or maybe it was just youthful infatuation, it didn’t matter. All that did was the time they spent together was real and some of the finest memories the young king possessed.

“Your highness?”

“He said ‘I’ll see you tomorrow’, I’m sure of it?” The young king whispered the statement as more of a question.

“What was that, Sidon?”

It wasn’t until that moment that king Sidon even realized he said anything at all. He spared a glance to the slender Rito that sat nearby. She’d since finished strumming her lute and sat forward.

“Oh, Cree,” The king smiled sheepishly. “It was nothing, some light musing from the past.”

“You were thinking about him again, weren’t you?” Cree got up from where she sat and delicately adjusted her tail feathers.

“You know me so well.”

“No, but I do know my father and he often times had that look about him when he remembered the hero.” Cree snickered and ran a feathered finger along her black hooked beak. “When I met him, I was but a chick. But he left quite the impression on me. He had a way of getting things done.”

“Very inspiring, I know.” Sidon smiled so wide that it showed both rows of spiked teeth.

“He’s the reason I became guardian of the village. I figured if he could do the impossible, if he could take down Calamity Ganon, then I should, at the very least, be able to keep safe what he worked so hard to free for my people.” There was a determination in her voice that made Sidon happy, yet sad at the same time.

“When you became a guard, your father was so proud of you.” Sidon’s smile was chased away fully this time. “I miss him so,”

“As do I. My father was a great Rito and one of the best mentors I could ever have.” Just then her azure feathers ruffled all around. “The wind is picking up! Here he comes.”

Sidon was on his feet in a second, grabbing a shimmering silver-scale trident. The handle was wrapped tight in a springy black fabric.

“Same plan as last year?” Cree asked.

“No, that was way too dangerous.”

“Yes but even as I was pulled from the water, I never doubted you for a second.”

“You’re too reckless.”

“So was he and you never would have stayed his hand.” Cree’s sharp eyes glanced beyond the tall king. “Besides, we’re out of time.”

Sidon snapped around to see the snout of a great green dragon coming over the rise. The wind started whipping around them, nearly freezing Sidon’s moist skin and ruffling Cree’s feathers. They shared a look and before Sidon could talk her out of it, she opened her wings and let the updraft carry her into the sky.

“Reckless!” Sidon yelled up to her with a laugh in his voice.

He immediately dove into the water, angling himself towards the great falls. The head of the trident cut through the waters, his legs worked to propel him forward. He didn’t look up, he didn’t have too. He knew all too well that Cree was already hard at work on her part of the plan.

And she was. Cree teetered back and forth on the uneven gusts of wind but she never lost sight of her goal. The shimmering golden horn of the great green dragon, Faron, called to her but first she’d have to dodge the glowing electrical current that was coming in fast, faster than last year, almost too fast. One passed by so closely that it ruffled her cheek feather with static. Another bolt was moving in faster than she liked.

Sidon hit the bottom of the falls and propelled himself up the current so fast that he felt his body streamline like an oversized raindrop and then he was free, air born like that of his friend’s daughter and for a brief moment they were as one of the same species.

Cree could hear the silly, yet telltale laughter of her friend as he gracefully tumbled into a roll before stretching out with his trident held aloft. Suddenly, all the electric bolts jetted out towards the shimmering metal head of Sidon’s weapon. While the head of the trident absorbed the electric current, the rubber wrapping kept him from being electrocuted and even more importantly kept Cree from being electrocuted as well.

Sidon rolled again, this time he held the Trident back and flung it as hard as he could so that it stuck in the ground like a lightening bolt. It was followed by a loud snap of thunder that barely covered up the young king’s joyous laughter.

Lastly, he did one final roll into a dive to the water below. “Now, Cree!” He called to her.

Cree scoffed at his bravado and did her own acrobatics. With a quick barrel roll, she slipped her bow from her back and knocked an arrow. Once it snapped free from the string, it gleamed in the sunlight. Cree could hear the soft ting of the pronged metal striking its target as it did last year, as it did every year since she’d promised her father that she would take up the tradition he’d leave behind. The shard broke free of the horn and fell.

Cree did a slow flip, tucking her bow into the holder on her back before entering into a steep dive towards the glowing shard.

“Pull up, you fool!” Sidon called up to her but she ignored him.

The shard was nearly in her feathered hand and she wasn’t about to let it slip away now. By the time she caught it, she was falling more than flying and correcting herself only managed to hurt more than slow her down. The gaping mouth of the basin opened to her and was quickly reaching up for her. Cree attempted one final time to slow herself down, if it worked, she’d not noticed. Just then, she remembered what Sidon had told her once, a long time ago.

“When diving into water, make yourself into an arrow. That way no harm shall come to you.”

Thus she did. She put both of her clawed feet together and straightened her whole body out with her hands gripping the shard above her head. She snatched a quick breath and felt the icy water envelop her as she sunk down.

The force from which she struck the water numbed her toes and racked her leg with a dull ache. It forced the air from her lungs the deeper she plummeted. The world around her was black but she was not afraid. She knew, just as last year, she’d be safe. Cree felt a strong arm wrap around her, just above her hips. The force of King Sidon’s swimming folded her over him and soon she was free of the water and he gently laid her on the grass next to the pool.

“You’re absolutely insane, you know that?” Sidon was nearly on top of her.

Sidon’s hands gripped her shoulders as he shook her. Water sloshed out from between the folds in her feathers. It dripped down her face and rolled off of her beak. When she looked at him, his face was bent in a smile but his eyes overflowed with concern.

Cree started to laugh and gave his stomach a gentle punch. “You worry too much, old boy. I’m fine.”

“You might not have been!” Sidon gasped at her dismissive attitude.

“I knew you had me, I’ve never lost faith in you and I never will.”

Sidon pulled her close, placing a kiss on her beak. Her blue eyes went wide for a moment but softened. She let the shard slip from her hand to settle in her lap as she touched his chest. The kiss lingered for only a moment longer until they parted, Sidon pressed his face to hers.

“I’ve loved and lost him as I’ve loved and lost my sister, my father too. My sweet Kass and my wife were taken all too soon.” Sidon sighed. “I cannot lose you too.”

Cree’s face softened as she caressed a feathered finger down the center of his chest. “I’m not going anywhere, my sweet. One day soon I’ll make that trip to Zora domain and be so charmed that I’ll never leave. Then we’ll be together forever. Until that day, I will always enjoy these traditions, our meetings, and our time spent together.”

Sidon smiled widely, his eyes misty from the thoughts that plagued him. “Yes, perhaps I hold too tightly to past.”

“You do but that just one of the many things I love about you. Though my life is a fraction of yours, even in my passing, I know I’ll never be forgotten.” Cree wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Never.”

The two lingered on the shore together for the better part of the day. Cree let her feathers dry in the warm sun, while Sidon swam around recounting tales of Kass, the champion, and even a few of his sister’s misadventures. Never did Cree lose her smile as she listen to him ramble on. If anything, her heart fluttered a time or two at the glisten that came to his eyes when he was engulfed by excitement at the memories he shared.

When the sun painted the sky orange and dusk was upon them. Cree passed the shard of Faron’s horn to him and kissed his cheek.

“Same time next year then?” She looked back at him from over her shoulder.

“Yes,” Sidon followed with another step or two behind her, much like puppy wanting just one more second of her attention. “May I see you before then?”

“Of course,” Cree giggled. “I’ll send a messenger of when and where we can meet again.”

“Maybe then, I can show you my collection!”

“I’d love that.”

Cree knew that if she stayed even a moment longer, she’d never leave. So, before another word could be spoken, she took to the sky, flying off towards the setting sun to the west. Sidon watched her until she was no longer in sight. He returned to the water for the lonely swim home.

When Sidon reached the cool domain of his home, it was late. Only the guards were still awake to greet him. They knew just by the soft glowing sight of the shard, what he’d been up too. That day, after all, was the King’s only holiday. They greeted him with a nod which he returned in kind.

Sidon wasted no time heading to his workshop and getting to work on his task. He unrolled his tool kit out on the marble table. He plucked a few of the delicate silver-scale tools free of the treated leather and started to work on the horn shard. He already had a vision in his mind of what he wanted to carve. He always did.

As delicate as a leaf falling upon the surface of the water, his fingers new how to shape and form the hard material perfectly. Each piece he carved was precisely accurate to who it was to represent and there was no questioning the likeness.

The muscles in his arms ached. His fingers stung from the thousands of tiny cuts that always came from working with the delicate tools and the strong material. As always, he felt none of once he finished the masterpiece. He held in his hand a lounging figure of Cree while she played her lute. It was so lifelike that even Sidon could feel the warmth of the smile on her beak.

Carefully he set the figuring on the shelf above his work station in its own little niche. When he stepped back he looked at all the figures he carved over the years. There were easily several dozen of them, enough that he lost count. Each one different, special in their own ways and each were carved from shards from Faron’s horn.

There was one of Mipha binding his skinned knee when he was young. Then there was one of his father, the king, teaching him how to throw a spear when he was younger. One for Revali, the guardian who taught him that confidence was something to be proud of and not shy away from. Then there were the statues of the ever lovable Kass, who went on to the great winds in the sky.

Sidon paused on the ever stoic hero. There were several figures of him in different outfits, masterfully using the many weapons from his arsenal. The sight of his figure caused the young king’s heart to ache. For the loss of the hero was different than the others. He’d just disappeared into the folds of time and space, never to be seen again.

There were several figurines of his wife that he’d carved over the course of time that they’d known each other. Her loss was still the freshest in his mind. A birth illness that was passed down from her mother and her mother’s mother made their blood line burn furiously but dim so fast. It was a fate he accepted when they first kissed and though he was sad now, he would not trade those years he’d spent with her. For without her, there would never be…

“Dad?”

Sidon’s misty eyes cleared almost instantly from the sound of a lad’s voice. He wheeled around and saw a small dark purple Zora leaning against the door frame. He was rubbing his crystal blue eyes before belting out a long yawn.

“Link!” Sidon chuckled. “You’re up early.”

“Early, dad? It’s near mid-morning.” The boy’s eyes went to the figurines placed in the wall. “Wow, you have toys too?”

Sidon loosed a big belly laugh. “No, no these are not toys. These are…memories of all those that I’ve love.”

“Really!?”

“Yes, see, here’s one of you.” Sidon pointed to the small figurine of his boy, holding up a fishing pole with a fish dangling from the line.

“That’s when I caught my first fish,” The boy rested his hand on the shelf in front of it.

“It’s one of my happiest memories.”

“Who’s this?” Link looked at the Rito statue next to his.

“That’s Cree, she’s my…friend.”

“She’s awfully pretty.” The young Zora gave his dad a smile that mirrored one of his own.

“She is and I care for her very much.” Sidon thumbed his chin nonchalantly.

“Can I meet her?”

“Someday I suppose.”

“Wow, who is that?!” The boy’s eyes found the figurine of the hero in mid spin attack.

Sidon snickered and rubbed the back of his neck. “That, my boy, is the hero of Hyrule. He’s my dearest…friend and the one who you earned your namesake from.”

“I’m named after him?”

Sidon nodded. “Because when I look at you, I see the same fire in your eyes as I saw in his.”

“He looks so neat!”

“He was, my son.”

“Was? What happened to him?” The boy looked up at his father and cocked his head.

“Well, one day,” Sidon thought for a moment as to how he should respond. “He was summoned to a land far away from ours, maybe even another time.”

“Why?” Link’s eyes went wide.

“To help them right the wrongs that had been thrust upon them by wicked men or women.” Sidon felt his heart start to pound as if he could almost see the hero clad in blue, maybe green or even red this time, fighting off Ganon for the safety of all in the land.

“Will he win, dad?”

“Oh yes, because there’s nothing that can keep Link down. You see, he will rally all of his allies to his side and we will see him to victory no matter the cost.” Sidon chuckled.

“Me too?”

“Certainly, my boy.”

“Then I want to be just like him when I grow up.” The boy pumped his fist and smiled wide.

“That’s my boy. Come, training will start immediately.” Sidon swept the boy up in his arms and raced out of the room. “We shall be the guardians of Hyrule and shall never fear from calamity, Ganon or otherwise.”

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