#aquaman fic

[ariwritessometimes]

Aquaman Masterlist

Arthur Curry

The Mer miniseries

Summary: Before Atlantis sunk into the seas, there was a race  that governed those waters first. Some people said they had gone  extinct, but most believed that they never existed at all. These were the Mer.

One day, Arthur encounters a curious girl who claims to  be one of these lost creatures. As a bond forms between them, Arthur  fears he will soon learn of the pain his father has held all these years  - losing the one he loves to the will of the sea folk.

Series Warnings: Angst&Fluff Combo, Canon-Typical Violence

Read on Ao3 (x Reader)

Read on Quotev (x OC)

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[wemlygust]

In yesokayiknow's set, I can't tell for sure if "bat mitzvah" is a typo (probably?), or an implication that Batman is especially beloved by Gotham's Jewish community to the point that they are sometimes adopting the bat theme.

do you think the dc universe has a news site like the onion that’s just like…

“meddling parents still alive, preventing bruce wayne from adopting yet anther orphan”

[frownyalfred]

okay but I actually do really wanna read about a situation where Bruce calls Aquaman in to the Cave to interrogate a fish from Gotham Harbor who was a possible witness in one of his investigations.

Arthur rocks up, squints at the fish, and then says “You know I can’t talk to fish, right? I just made that shit up when Barry asked me.”

Bruce:

Arthur:

Bruce:

Arthur: “Okay you got me, I’m just fucking with you, man. He said he saw your perp going north in a speedboat, twin engines, didn’t stop for a while.”

Bruce:

Arthur: “And also he likes your filtration system a lot.”

[enigmaris]

A continuation of this post:

There is a teenager in the Watchtower.

Scratch that, there is a teenager that Bruce doesn't know in the Watchtower. The boy, maybe around Tim's age, is wearing worn blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a pair of tennis shoes that had seen better days.

He is wearing no mask, no suit of armor, with no weapons on him. He's just sitting in one of the seats in their larger meeting room, quite literally twiddling his thumbs. He hadn't noticed Batman standing in the doorway.

Behind him, he heard Clark coming round the corner, Bruce lifted up a gloved hand which made the man stop.

"What is it, Bats?"

Bruce sent the man a look before motioning to the boy, who had definitely noticed them now.

He waved at them.

"Who is that? Don't you normally require all your new kids wear costumes up here?" Clark asked.

"Unknown." Bruce said before giving his friend a look. "He's not mine."

Why does everyone assume it's his kid? Just because this boy has dark hair and blue eyes does not mean he belongs to Bruce. Clark has nearly the same looks as Bruce, and he had two kids, why couldn't this one be one of his?

"He's not mine either!" Clark said before frowning. "Not that I know of."

Bruce lifted up an eyebrow, knowing his friend could see it beneath his cowl. Clark rolled his eyes.

"Let's be honest if he was one of mine, you would know before I would."

Bruce grunted and turned back to the teenager. The kid was clearly listening in on them while looking away from them. Bruce watched as he tapped on the table in front of him, making little staccato noises of anxiety.

"Why are we waiting out here?" Barry asked, appearing right in a blur of red and yellow right as he did. Clark pointed at the unknown in the meeting room. Barry grinned widely beneath his own cowl, making the rubbery material crinkle.

"Batsy! Another one? You sly dog, where'd you find this one?"

"He's not mine." Bruce growled, Barry actually froze for a moment, shock slowing him down to normal speed for a moment.

"Nice joke, Bats. If he's not yours, then whose is he?"

Bruce clenched his jaw, Barry looked between the two of them, head flipping rapidly until he realized it wasn't a joke. In the corner of his eye, he could see that the unknown was openly staring at them with a smile forming on his face.

"We are in space." Barry hissed. "How'd a random kid get in here?"

"Excuse me?"

Behind the three hero pile up, Arthur arrived. The King looked less than pleased at having his way impeded.

"I come to these bi-monthly meetings due to their importance. I have an entire kingdom to manage, so if we could all move?"

"Bats has a new kid!" Barry nearly shouted.

"He's not mine!" Bruce growled while Arthur looked up and over Barry to see the unknown.

"Do we have a security breach?" Arthur asked.

"He's not yours yet!" Barry said at the same time, lifting up a finger and pointing it right at Bruce's face.

"We don't know who it is or how they got here." Clark said. "He doesn't seem hostile."

"Appearances can be deceiving, Superman." Arthur said , pursing his lips. Bruce turned to see that the boy had now waved in greeting at Arthur and Barry. Barry waved back.

"Are we having a hallway party or something?" Captain Marvel asked. "A party sounds waaaay more fun than a meeting, no offense Batman."

"We have an intruder, Captain." Arthur said pointing directly at the kid.

The kid's eyes widened and he looked behind himself before pointing at his own chest in surprise.

"He doesn't seem like an intruder?" Marvel said with a frown. "What if he's lost?"

"The watchtower is a secure facility, people don't get here by accident." Bruce said.

"I dunno, Batman." Marvel shrugged. "We have aliens, magicians, and time travelers on our team. He could be lost."

Bruce refused to admit the genial man had a point, the unknown could be from anywhere or anywhen. From further down the hallway, John and Diana appeared, walking together. Diana was holding a glass filled with one of Barry's chocolate protein shakes. John nodded in greeting at the group.

"We have an intruder Wonder Woman." Arthur said.

Diana looked through the crowd before shaking her head.

"Nonsense. He has permission to be here. Come, we should sit for the meeting."

Diana muscled her way through the crowd, still carrying the glass. She walked directly over to the unknown. The boy perked up, smiling widely as Diana held out the glass for him

"Thanks, i was getting hungry." The boy said before taking a large gulp of the shake, Diana smiled down at the boy, resting her hand in his dark hair.

"Woah. Plot twist." Barry whispered.

"Come on, let's get to the bottom of this." Clark said walking into the room, following the path Diana took.

The rest of the League followed suit, taking their assigned seats around the table. Bruce wasn't surprised to see that the unknown was sitting in an extra chair right next to Diana.

"To start the meeting." Diana said onc everyone was seated. "I do have some news to share."

"Yeah, I sure hope so." Marvel said in that strange, joking tone he used as if he were quoting something, not that Bruce had ever been able to recognize the quotes.

"I would like to introduce the Justice League to my son, Daniel of Themyscira." Diana said, putting her arm around the unknown and squeezing him to her side.

"Hi." Daniel said, waving at the group, his cheeks a bit red.

Immediately, there was an uproar from most everyone in the League. Questions and shouts of confusion, shock, and denial. Diana only allowed the noise for a few moments before she slammed her fist onto the table hard enough to crack it.

"Enough!" She shouted, quickly quelling the group. "I will not allow my decision to bring my son here be questioned."

She glared at them fiercely, still holding Daniel to her side. The boy had ducked down a bit with the shouting but was now looking up at Diana with adoration.

"This entire team, aside from Captain Marvel, has brought their young charges to the League." Diana continued, looking at each of them. "Superman has brought up two Superboys, Aquaman introduced to us Aqualad, Flash has both Impulse and Kid Flash, Martian Manhunter came to us with Miss Martian. I do not believe we even have time to list all of Batman's brood."

Barry had the audacity to snort at Diana's last point. That actually eased the tension and people relaxed. Diana leaned back into her seat.

"I would think that my team of many years would trust my judgment in bringing my son here. I assure you he is well into his training and more than competent. I will allow you all to ask your questions now."

Bruce cleared his throat near silently and spoke up first.

"What does he know?"

Diana didn't look impressed at his question. Daniel looked at her face before frowning at Bruce, clearly following his mother's lead.

"I have spoken at length about the League and how we work together. I assure you that i have not revealed any identities shared in confidence with me." Diana's tone made it clear she was offended that Bruce would accuse her of revealing their identities. He barely kept from wincing.

"Uhm. How did he... come to be?" Clark asked, clearly not wanting to ask any truly intimate details.

"In the way all children do." Diana said, giving Clark a look of his own.

That answer was not very helpful given that Diana was formed from clay by her mother. Had she taken a pottery class when he wasn't looking? Unless the boy was much older than he appeared, there was no way Diana had hidden a pregnancy from them 15 or so years ago.

"Why haven't we heard of him before now?" Arthur asked.

"Daniel was training with Pandora, one of the elders of Themyscira, she sent him here when he learnt all she had to teach. He joined me in the world of man only a few months ago." Diana answered simply.

"Uh. Excuse my ignorance." Barry said in a tone that made it clear he was about to say something very ignorant indeed. "But I thought your family only had women in it?"

This time Daniel answered, looking nervous.

"I'm. I'm trans actually." he answered, while rubbing his arm nervously.

"Which is completely fine and something that will not leave this room." Diana said, her voice comforting towards her son while her eyes promised hellfire to the heroes in the room.

Everyone made noises of agreement until Daniel relaxed, going back to smiling.

"Excuse me Wonder Woman, will Daniel be wanting to join any of the other, younger teams?" Captain Marvel asked, sounding excited at the idea.

Which of course he would, he was still acting Den Mother for Young Justice and loving it.

"That is up to him. For now I would like to keep him to myself for a while longer, but once he is further trained by myself I think it would be a splendid opportunity."

"Yes!" Daniel agreed before clearing his throat. "I mean, that'd be cool or whatever."

"We can discuss it in the future." Bruce allowed, knowing that it would probably happen sooner than Diana would want knowing how both the Teen Titans and Young Justice were. Danny nodded eagerly at that.

"Finish your food." Diana told Daniel before looking back up at the rest of the team. "Are there any more questions?"

"Does Daniel have any health requirements or powers we need to be aware of?" John asked. "Or is his physiology the same as your own?"

"His powers are vastly different from my own. It is one of the reasons Pandora had taken on his training in the beginning." Diana answered easily. "The facilities and resources we have here should work well for him in case of injury."

The knowledge that Daniel's powers were so different from Diana's that she didn't feel comfortable training him herself was worrisome. Amazons, as far as he knew, had relatively similar powersets. Although he had not heard of Pandora before, perhaps she was specialized?

"I do have, what's it called? An enhanced metabolism. Most stuff here doesn't work on me."

"Don't worry son. We have plenty of medications designed with metas in mind." Clark told Danny. "If it works on me and your mom, it willl work for you."

"Cool."

"What all can you do?" Captain Marvel asked.

Daniel turned to look at Diana who nodded. The boy then looked back at them and started listing his powers.

"I can fly. Not as fast as mom's invisible jet but pretty fast. I'm super strong. I can turn invisible and intangible."

"Intangible?" Clark asked.

"It is an ability similar to Martian Manhunter's density shifting." Diana clarified. "The mechanisms are different."

Magical, most likely, instead of John's more science based power. Bruce would have to come up with more contingencies to compensate for that.

"Yeah intangibility is pretty cool." Daniel told them. "Althought when i first got it, it was pretty scary. I kept falling through stuff. I was almost afraid I'd start falling through the whole planet by accident. I totally have it under control now though."

"I would be interested in comparing our abilities, Daniel." John said, nodding his head towards him. The boy beam excitedly.

"Yeah!"

"Not in the Watchtower." Diana warned, voice stern.

Yes, that was probably sensible. Danny agreed with his mother, and John clarified that he would be happy to meet up planetside at their convenience.

"Are those all of your abilities?" Barry asked, Daniel shook his head.

"No there are a bunch more. But I'm not supposed to use them for a while."

"Why?"

"My son is powerful, but he has relied on his powers far too much in the past." Diana said, sounding porud enough to make her son blush. "Right now, I am training his melee abilities, we have agreed to a temporary pause until he has met my standards."

"It's been super tough. Mom's making me practice with her sword all the time." Danny added on.

"My mother will be sending on your own weapon soon." Diana soothed. "Hephestes does not like to be rushed."

"I know mom."

Diana reached up and ruffled her son's hair. Daniel leaned into the affection with a smile.

"Are there any further questions?" Diana asked, when no one had anything immediately she nodded. "Good. Is there any further business? If not, I would like to take my son home for a proper meal."

Everyone looked at each other. Bruce had wanted to discuss some of his findings, but with Diana's reveal, it hardly seemed important any longer. Bruce was going to need to do a lot of research and planning. He wondered if he should get Tim involved or if he should hold off. The League agreed to end the meeting early, Diana stood.

"Come Daniel. We should get to the jet."

Daniel scrambled up and followed his mother out of the meeting room, his worn sneakers squeaking a bit on the flooring. The rest of the League sat in silence for a moment taking in what Diana had told them.

Wonder Woman had a child. A child with powers beyond her own.

Daniel popped back into the room before anyone could speak.

"Gosh, I am sorry I almost forgot. Mr. Batman, I have something for you."

Daniel walked right over to Bruce, who stared at him from underneath the cowl. The boy was not nearly as confident as his mother when it came to his glare. He cringed a bit, but reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny, silver and green flash drive. He placed it on the table and stepped back.

"What is that?"

"Mom told me you like to make contingencies for everyone. In case they go crazy or whatever. So..." The boy motioned to the drive with his hand. "I mean, it'd be weird if i made my own plans, but like, you could do it. That has all my powers and weaknesses and stuff."

Bruce grabbed the flash drive and the boy looked pleased.

"Okay! I gotta go. It was awesome meeting you guys!"

Daniel turned on his heel and ran out of the room. Bruce looked down at the flash drive, doing his best to hide his shock. No one has ever just handed him a list of their weaknesses before.

"I dunno Bats, are you sure he's not yours?" Barry asked.

[incorrectbatfam]

Teen Titans first meeting except they independently get in trouble and are put in timeout in the same room at the Watchtower, Breakfast Club style

[writerfromthestars]

DP X DC PROMT: ATLANTIS

Maddie and Jack did not react well to Danny being a ghost. They immediately attempted to catch him and experiment on him.

Jazz had enough time to throw a duffle bag of clothes and stuff at him and tell him to run. Danny rushed over to Sam's house, and she called Tucker, who came rushing over in a hurry. They added some money and tech to the duffle, before the Fenton parents came knocking at the door to Sam's house, inquiring as to their son's whereabouts.

Danny went ghost and jumped out the window.

He travels for days, aimlessly stopping in several cities, such as Gotham, Metropolis, and Star City. In all of them, though, the Fentons manage to track him down through ecto-location tech.

Danny has been in his ghost form for days now, and hasn't had access to enough ectoplasm to keep him fully solid, so he has essentially vaporized his legs into a tail to conserve energy.

He also has not slept in far longer than is advisable, so his sleep-deprived brain decides "fuck it, I look like a mermaid, why not try to live in the ocean? It's not like my parents can get to me there."

Aquaman is extremely concerned about the new, apparently super-powerful, mer that has appeared recently near the outskirts of his kingdom.

[superbat-love]

Diana: Due to some rather extravagant gifts given out last year, this year we’ll be restricting Secret Santa gifts to under $100. Any questions?

Clark: Can we give someone rare items that we’ve found?

Diana: That’s fine, but it can’t be something that could potentially endanger anyone’s health—unless you want a repeat of the Pink Kryptonite Birthday Incident.

Clark: We… We agreed to never talk about that again!

Hal: Well, then I don’t want Bruce as my Secret Santa anymore.

Barry: I thought the giant statue of Diana that Bruce got her last year was pretty cool! Not that the Martian sculpture you gave me wasn’t cool, J’onn. It’s just… I wasn’t expecting it to start telepathically singing in the middle of the night. It shocked me.

J’onn: I’m glad to hear that. I heard humans enjoy surprises. And I liked the ancient artifact you gave me.

Barry: Uh… that was a souvenir from a gift shop in Hawaii.

Arthur: I got a snow globe of Atlantis from Hal. The Disney version.

Bruce: Priceless.

Hal: Hey, you got a Superman body pillow!

Clark: I got him a Batman body pillow too! They came as a set.

Barry: Aww, I bet Batman’s secretly a big softie and cuddles them in bed all night.

Bruce: [scoffs] Why would I need to… when I can just cuddle the real thing?

Justice League: [gasps collectively in shock]

[that-weird-thing-in-the-woods]

Sup I come bearing gifts 

❄️🌊Arctic Sea Nymph Danny🌊❄️

Let’s go, so Danny somehow ends up in the arctic because of the Usual ( GIW got to bad, Bad Fenton everyone got murked etc) and starts to hang out with the wild life around there and somehow ends up getting adopted by the local siren population, and now to the DC part of this so Danny and his siren parents or well pack as the siren what him to call them ( Danny starts to understand them but to people who haven’t been around sirens long enough it just sounds like growls and screaming to them) anyway so Aquaman hears about a sea nymph who’s been living in the Arctic and been adopted by a siren pack who are mind you VERY violent when it comes to outsiders around them and their pack so Aquaman goes to investigate it and finds Danny being all mysterious and mystical and than you all know what happeneds next ✨Misunderstandings✨

Now for what Danny looks like something like this

(Looking all mystical and shit)and well wearing something like this

Also just for a treat there is what I’m thinking the sirens look like a mix of this and

Just imagine darker hues on the second pic. And for the cavern it looks something like this

I like this concept so I’ll probably add more in a another post anyway

byee you Crows of the Fea world

[ditzyredrobin]

Tim Drake is a mermaid.

Well, sort of, kinda, unbeknownst to him or his parents.

It all comes to light when he’s going through some of his mother’s belongings that had been packed away after her death, trying to find something that would remind him of her. He was beginning to forgot her face, her voice, the way the said his name, or even if she said, “I love you.”

His mother is dead. His father is dead. He just needed something tangible to prove she was there.

Carefully packed away he find a ruby necklace it’s a simple golden chain and pendant the he recognizes from one of the Wayne’s galas, the way it refracted the light and made her eyes glow.

He takes it out of the box and it’s almost unnaturally cool to the touch which isn’t even the weirdest part. When he takes it in his palm, something just sort of shifts in him, like the pieces of a puzzle slipped into place and he just feels whole. If he didn’t know any better, he would say there was a flash of golden light, but that just had to be a trick of the light… right?

That night, on patrol, Tim is shot and takes a plunge into the harbor.

There wasn’t enough time to slip in his rebreather and the floatation device in his utility belt won’t inflate and he’s drowning.

Down and down and he can’t breathe until he just… can…?

This time there really is a flash of gold and tattoos cover his skin, curling and swirling down his arms and chest.

Scales replace skin, he grows webbed fingers, and honest to god gills. And that’s not even the weirdest part. Not, there’s a tail. He. Has. A. Tail. His legs fuse into a deep red, almost black tail.

That’s when Dick, as Nightwing, swoops in and drags him to the surface. Tim too deep in shock to fight it.

When they get to the surface and all parties involved realize what’s happened Tim is like: “Wtf?”

And Dick is like: “Wtf?”

And Batman just shakes his head because now he has to call Arthur.

In true H2O: Just Add Water fashion, when he dries, the tail and gills go away leaving him with the tattoos that fade into what looks like regular ink.

As it turns out the necklace is an Atlantean artifact that ignited some long-lost Atlantean heritage in Tim thought to be long since died out.

Arthur is smug, Bruce wants to punch him, and Tim has garnered the nickname Fishboy (a la Jason Todd).

[meatenbone]

Treat Danny like a foreign dignitary

Something I haven't seen addressed yet in the dpxdc microfandom(?) is the political implications of the JL's actions toward Ghost King Danny. Now, to preface this, I, unsurprisingly, am not an expert in international politics. But this has been bothering me anyway.

In every dpxdc fic I've read Batman at some point interrogates Danny, and like,,,,you can't just do that??? Imagine if Batman interrogated the leader of a new nation or a different species, that'd be a huge overreach of his power.

Or when the JL or Batman start amassing ghost hunting equipment. Like, this is a paramilitary group with strong ties to the US, which have already made aggressive moves towards Danny and his people, the GIW, manufacturing weapons specifically designed to hurt his citizens. That's some cold war shit. Usually John Constantine will warn them that Danny is the king of a very powerful realm but it's never taken into account.

In cases where Amity Park is considered a part of Danny's kingdom, hacking into their servers or trespassing also carries a lot of weight, yet the JL never face any consequences. Any action made by even one of them, even a sidekick, will reflect on the League as a whole. Unless actions are taken to punish them, it will be viewed as them condoning it.

There's something for Fright Knight to do for his boy king, act as a political advisor. The King's personal knight will have political knowledge as part of their job, they're too public a figure, in ghost society at least, not to.

So yeah, just something that's been bugging me

[gothamite-rambler]

Aquaman is one of the few people Batman/Bruce admits he thinks is 'Neat'

Wonder Woman: Okay, so you guys are taking my plane. Batman, let me guess you'll take your own plane?

Batman gave a thumbs up while reading.

Wonder Woman: Figures. Aquaman, you want to go with us?

Aquaman: Hm? Nah, I'm riding with Batman.

Wonder Woman: You don't have to ask him, the answer is usually no.

Aquaman: I didn't have to ask, he asked me actually.

Superman (shocked): WHAT?!

Wonder Woman (laughing): I'm sorry, I think I misheard you did you say that he invited you on the plane?

Aquaman (nonchalant): Yeah, he asked if I wanted to fly with them and I was like "Sure".

Batman: We should head out now. Come on Arthur.

Wonder Woman: Arthur?

Aquaman: Following behind you, buddy.

Superman (heartbroken): Buddy?

The two heroes left while chatting. Hal began to chuckle, covering his mouth. Oliver couldn't hide his enjoyment and laughed loudly gaining a jab in the arm from WW punching him.

Wonder Woman: They're friends? Good for Batman. Right Supes?

Superman: Yep, good for them... That backstabber!

Hal and Oliver (amused): Aquaman or Batman?

Superman (sad): Both! I'm being replaced by Aquaman?!

Wonder Woman (exhausted): Oh Zeus, he's not replacing you.

Hal (walking past the group to head outside): He totally is.

Oliver: It was inevitable.

Oliver ran out before Wonder Woman could hit him again.

Wonder Woman: Su- Clark, it's Aquaman, he has a charm to him.

Superman (jealous): Oh he's so phony.

Wonder Woman: Uh-huh, vent on the jet. It'll be okay either way. He's not replacing you.

The two headed out with Superman trying to hide his best buddy heartbreak.

[im-a-killer-queen]

Yesterday I saw Aquaman and the lost kingdom and I fell in love with Orm again so I’m gonna leave this here.

Orm Marius x Reader

Warnings: no proof read, fem!reader, curly!hair!reader, chubby!reader.

Author note: I think I’m gonna start writing more about him, there are barely any fics of him and he deserves them.

Part 2

So i head canon that as an evolution trait under the water, no one in Atlantis has curly hair, because of the friction and all of that.

So imagine the first time Orm goes to the surface after helping Arthur.

He is walking, admiring the view, completely mesmerized when his eyes meets you.

Your hair is the first thing his eyes see, and he is curious about it, he walks towards you like he was in a trance.

He looks at your face and he swears he has never seen someone as beautiful and exotic as you.

He admires your plush thighs and tummy, your body is different from any Atlantean woman, he is used to slim bodies and looking at yours felt like looking at a work of art.

Before he knew it he was in front of you, staring at you shinny eyes.

You look around and then at him.

“E-excuse me, are you okay?” At first you were scared, now that he was close you didn’t feel that he was a threat but still, you felt a bit uncomfortable.

He suddenly comes back to reality and takes a step back.

“I apologize, didn’t want to bother you, just…” he took air, you were talking to him and your voice was more beautiful than any siren song.

“You are beautiful” he breathed out in a whisper.

“Sorry?”

He chuckles awkwardly “It’s just… I’m lost” he finally gets himself together “Im new here and just wanted to ask for your help but… it’s just…” he points at you hair.

Your hand flies there, to see if everything is okay “is there something wrong with my hair?”

“No!” You get startled “it’s… different” you frown in confusion “the form, you know…” he moves his finger in circular motions.

“My curls?” You ask?

“Yes, I’ve never seen that before”

“Really? I mean not everyone has them but…” you stop and chuckle “are you trying to flirt with me or something?”

“Flirt?” He looked like a lost puppy.

You shake your head.

“Never mind” you say “where do you want to go?”

“Anywhere I can buy a greasy cheese burger” he smiles

You chuckle.

“There is a good place in the seafront”

He nods slowly, still staring at you.

You stare back and turn you head a bit to try and make him realize he is staring.

He comes back to reality once more and he closes his eyes a bit ashamed then chuckle.

“I’m sorry… again, I just really like you hair, I really don’t want to make you uncomfortable”

“It’s okay” You laugh, he is very strange but he is polite and he just seems genuinely lost.

“I’ll show you the place”

“That would be great” he smiles.

After five minutes walking you get there, he apologized one more time during the walk and told you he was gonna stay around for a few weeks.

Once you got there you told him to give you his number.

“My… number?”

“Yes, phone number”

“I don’t have that”

“Oh” you look around not knowing what to say.

“You live in the village?” He asks.

“Yes” you smile.

“I’ll see you around then” he says determined.

“See you”

You leave him there and go back to your life.

You thought you would never see him again and it would end like a weird and funny story to tell your friends.

Little did you know that atalantis prince was completely smitten for you.

He was ready to swallow all his pride and ask Arthur for help so he doesn’t seem like a creepy weirdo again.

He knew you were his favorite thing in the surface and he was going to marry you.

[ikibli]

Justice League Origin-Swap AU

Roleswap AU, where their powers are the same, but it’s their origin stories that get swapped.

Clark Kent really should have known better than to break into a sketchy biochemistry lab during a thunderstorm, especially with the amount of flagrant OSHA violations.

On war-torn Arcera, Clan Allehnz hires a smuggler to take their youngest chicks to safety, days before the final nuclear exchange.

Sister Diana of the Order of Themyscira is chosen to take on the mantle of a fallen Lady of Justice, and with it, the duty to spread truth and justice to the galaxy.

Hal Jordan, crown prince of the lost city of Oa, falls through the Veil protecting them from outsiders after a dare gone wrong.

Bruce Wayne only discovers that he’s the heir to the Night Court, largest of Gotham’s Fae Courts, after his parents are assassinated by a rival for the Shadowed Throne.

Arthur Curry, only son of a wealthy shipping magnate, uses his inherited wealth, relics and magic to stop evildoers by night and protect the sea and its inhabitants by day.

[megamindsecretlair]

Cold on Me, Part 2 - Final

Pairing: David Kane x Atlantean!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Plot with smut, cursing, fingering (female receiving) , teasing, orgasm denial, PIV, dirty talk, Atlantean reader. Established relationship.

Summary: On a mission to recover an artifact sacred to your people, you journey through Rome to meet up with your contact. When David steals the very item you came to collect, you make a plan to retrieve it. You never could trust easily.

Word Count: 4,494k

A/N: Sorry it's been so long, my loves. But I finally circled back to David. He's a hard character for me to get down, but I'm with it. Toss a coin to your blogger with a comment, reblog, or unhinged ask.

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You waited until much further in the night before turning on the tracking device in your bag. You made it to one of the safe houses stashed around the surface world, for you and your sisters to conduct business when need be. 

You cleaned yourself up and changed into something more flexible. You wore an all black ensemble to help you blend into the night time. It was so dark here. Back home, you were never without some source of color or light. You missed it. You missed home. But you could not return home without the artifact. 

You were still fuming about David’s betrayal but you couldn’t fault a shark for baring its teeth. You sipped on water while you waited for the contraption to pinpoint his location. He was still in Rome, on the far edges of the city. Far from any kind of water source. He was learning.

You huffed as that eliminated a few of your plans for getting the knife back and returning to the water. You looked up the coordinates. He was in an abandoned warehouse. Your fingers flew over the keys, zooming in or out, studying the layout wherever you could. 

Why the hell would he go there? What was his goal? Why wasn’t he in the air, flying to a rendezvous point? 

You didn’t like this. Not one bit. But if it were a trap, it was a piss poor one. You gathered your weapons. A blaster from Atlantis and your dagger, a gift from the Elder when you graduated to become a Collector. You grabbed a few more items, just in case.

Satisfied, you left the apartment under the cover of midnight. There were less people out now. Less cars on the road or people spilling out of restaurants. Less tourists. Speed was the name of the game so you would take your bike, but keep it under the speed limit. At least, until you made it to the more industrial side of the city. 

The helmet went on smoothly as you fired up your bike and pulled away from the curb. You let the rumbling of the engine beneath you settle your nerves. You were not going to let him play you like that again. You would remain strong. No matter what he tried to say. That…part of your life was over. What you shared was over. Buried at the bottom of the unforgiving sea. 

Out of the inner city, you increased your speed and didn’t let up until you arrived at the warehouse. It looked familiar. Something about the shape of it, the placement of a particular beam, tickled your memory. 

You got off of your bike, taking off your helmet, and shaking out your hair as you glanced at the building. Why did this place seem familiar?

You knew you were wasting too much time standing outside of the building, but there was no sign of David. No car or motorcycle of his own. No sign that anyone was around. You debated on if it was worth going inside. For all you knew, he found the bug anyway and left it here while he was in a different city by now. 

But you had to at least follow all of the clues to the end. You secured your helmet to the back, keeping a watchful eye out for anything amiss. The abandoned yard had cracks in the ground, wild weeds and grass growing in between. The railing was filthy, caked up with layers of grime, gum, and who knew what else.

You took the short steps to the door and inspected it. Nothing out of the ordinary. Still, you took out your blaster and tested the door. It was open. Warning bells went off in your head. This was too easy. Too simple. Too mundane for the likes of David Kane. 

You were a daughter of Calypso, you better act like it.

You steeled yourself and opened the door, sweeping both sides with your blaster. There were no tricks. Inside, the corridor was dark. The red exit sign above the door illuminated enough of the space to determine that you were in some kind of office area. 

You took slow, measured steps towards another door. There was a window cut into it that overlooked a wide open space, filled with hundreds of empty shelves. You looked as best as you were able, searching for any sign of David. 

Seeing nothing, you entered the room, blaster still at the ready though you were starting to feel silly. If David had a trick up his sleeve, some dastardly plan, you couldn’t see it. Couldn’t anticipate what it was he had planned.

You swept across the room, going down aisle after aisle. Curiosity got the best of you as you passed by box after box. You stopped, using your left hand to open it while your right hand kept your blaster at the ready.

Inside the box, there was a funny looking mask. Painted in shades of red, blue, and orange, it looked old. Sacred. Realization dawned as you looked around with renewed interest. This was one of David’s storage facilities. Where he kept the spoils of his pirating.

Heat burned in your chest. Anger rising like the tide that he thought he could sell the Atlantean artifact. To some useless businessman who’d brandish it like a child playing with a toy. No respect.

Your teeth ground together as you moved deeper into the warehouse. It was becoming more and more apparent that you weren’t going to find him. You made it to the end of the last aisle, having peeked into more boxes. Jewelry, weapons, masks, pottery. There was nothing that his ass didn’t try to take.

Up ahead, there was a set of stairs that led to an office. Probably for the manager or something. The light was on and you could just make out a figure. If it was David, he either didn’t see you or was waiting for you.

You took the stairs quietly anyway. At the top, the door was cracked open as David sat in a chair, facing away from you. The room looked like an ordinary office, complete with a desk, bookshelves, chairs, and a sofa. 

No personal touches were left in the room, save for a stress ball on the desk. You nudged the door open and trained your blaster on David’s head. To his credit, he only lifted his hands.

“I was beginning to think you weren’t going to show,” he said.

You pushed the blaster into his head, making him bow forward. “I should kill you for what you did,” you said.

“For taking the knife or not finishing you off?” He asked. Only David could sound so fucking smug while a gun was on him. 

“Please, that was nothing to write home about,” you said and rolled your eyes.

“So the moans…were, what? For my benefit?” He asked.

“You seemed like you needed the ego boost,” you said.

David laughed and finally turned in his seat. You took a step back, staring down the length of the blaster. David looked at the weapon, but then flicked his eyes back to you. He smirked. “You were always a bad liar.”

“What the fuck is this, Kane? Why are you playing these games?” You asked.

David held up his hands, showing you that he was weaponless. He could still have a gun hidden somewhere. As if he could read your thoughts, he sighed. “You welcome to search me,” he said and winked at you. 

You sighed through your nose. He was infuriating. Childish man. You didn’t dignify his words with a response. 

“Where’s the knife, Kane?” You asked. 

David didn’t let his smirk falter as he stood up. He kept his hands palm side up, but brought it closer to his sides. “Close. Safe.” 

“It doesn’t mean anything to you. You can’t even sell it on the market.”

“That’s not why I took it,” he said. 

“Then why?” You wanted to shout. To scream. To hit him. His arms were longer and he would just best you again, super strength or not. You didn’t want to break him. You just wanted to be done with him. 

David licked his lips at your question, face softening. “I had to make you see. If I told you I’ve changed, you’d never believe me. Do you remember this place?” 

Oh yeah, you remembered. You remembered that nearly a year into your dalliance with him, he trusted you with this place. He thought you shared a love of artifacts. He thought you’d be impressed by his “collection”. You were not. You ripped him a new one. 

It wasn’t a secret that he was a pirate. He told you as much when you first met. In fact, you were here under similar circumstances, recovering a plate that belonged to Atlantis when you ran into him. The danger, the intrigue, the meet ups were all so exciting at first. But that argument spelled the beginning of the end for you.

You couldn’t see past his greed. When would enough be enough? When would he be satisfied with his hoard? Satisfied with the money he made? Satisfied with himself? 

You only narrowed your eyes but David nodded. “Remember how full this place used to be? I had a pretty good operation here. Rome was critical to my business. Now look at it. Really, look.” He pointed out of the windows, down at the floor. Down to the aisles where you had searched through boxes.

“Some I’ve tried to return to where they really belonged. Some I’ve sold to fund my research into who should really own these items. Some can’t be returned yet. But I’m working on it,” he said.

You glanced at the floor below but immediately returned your eyes to him. You didn’t trust him. You didn’t trust his words. For all you knew, he moved his operation to a different warehouse in a different city. 

“What do you want, a cookie? I want what you stole from me so I can leave,” you said. 

“Can you acknowledge that I’m trying?”

“You did this for you. Don’t try to put it on me,” you said.

“I did this because you were right. This stuff isn’t important anymore. I just want you. I should have never let you go in Miami,” he said.

Just saying the name hurt you as if he had stabbed you in the chest. You didn’t want to think about that. Didn’t want to think about the hurt in his eyes as you jumped into the water and vowed never to speak to him again. 

“I mean, think about it. I thought I’d never see you again. Why would I bother with this? Seeing you tonight was unexpected but I knew that if I could just show you…” 

You sucked your teeth. Your arm was starting to cramp from keeping it in this position. You lowered the gun but you kept it pointed at him. He took that as a sign to lower his arms to his sides. You watched for any signs of betrayal, any hint of deception.

He used to be so easy to read. Full of life and energy, David was always quick with a word or a kiss. You glanced at his lips. David took one step closer and you lifted the blaster. If he couldn’t get close, he couldn’t confuse you. 

David pushed on, stepping closer until his chest was flush with the blaster. “Hand over the knife and maybe I’ll think about believing you,” you said. 

This was nuts. It took a year to get close to him, to feel any type of connection with him. In the years since you’ve seen him, you learned to forget what he looked like fresh from a shower. What he smelled like when he was wrapped around your body. The sound of his heartbeat as you fell asleep beside him. Now, in his presence, you were right back to the thick of it. As if you had merely suppressed the emotions. Cast aside the memories.

It all came flooding back, confusing you. Distracting you. You pushed him with the end of your blaster until he held up his hands again. David had his own agenda and he was not going to give you what you were looking for. Not until his goal was achieved. 

If you were an ancient artifact, where would you be? David wouldn’t be stupid enough to have it in a place he couldn’t get to easily. Somewhere near his person but not on it. The room had plenty of places to hide such a small thing. 

“Just tell me if I have any chance at all. If there’s any part of you left that cares about us,” he said. 

David was good. But not that good. At the mention of the knife, his eyes darted to the right. For the briefest of moments. You sighed and holstered your blaster. Your arm was getting tired anyway. If he was going to harm you, he would have done it already. 

“You really want to start this again? You really want to go back to the fighting, the differing ideologies, the fact that I live in the ocean?” You asked. 

David nodded once. “I’ll take all of that over all the money in the world,” he said. 

You sighed, regarding him. You let yourself remember. Remember his voice. The subtle growl in his throat when he first slid inside you. You bit your lip, getting closer to him. He wore black jeans and a black T-shirt. You placed your hand on his chest. Let the warmth seep from him. 

He tilted his head at you. You pushed on his chest, walking him backwards. He lifted an eyebrow at you, not quite trusting what you were up to. 

“Do you mean it?” You asked softly. You looked into his eyes. He nodded once again, his jaw flexing.

“Then kiss me and make me believe it,” you said. 

With no hesitation, David captured your lips with his own. He cradled your head in his hands, holding you exactly where he needed you. You moaned into his mouth, hands flying to his belt. You toyed with the hem of his shirt, grabbing at the hard expanse of his chest. 

David sighed against your lips. He kissed just like you remembered. Like you truly were the only thing in his life that he wanted. Needed. You took hold of his jeans, unbuttoning, and pulling his zipper down. He groaned, tried to break the kiss to see what you were doing.

You closed the distance once more, smashing your lips together. You palmed his fat dick, feeling it twitch beneath your hand. 

“You sure?” He asked.

You pulled away to look at him. Nodded. “I’ve never been more sure,” you said. You gave him a small smile. 

David grinned and returned to kissing you, renewing with an increased fervor as if he held himself back before. You walked with him until he hit the chair he was previously in. You pushed him to sit down. He flopped with a smirk on his face. 

You made a show of getting to your knees. David caressed your face, thumb tracing the line of your lips before pushing his thumb inside your mouth. You sucked greedily, offering him a little moan. 

He groaned and then removed his hand so that he could take off his shirt. Your eyes lit up as you got a closer look at his chest. He kept up with working out. Or maybe pirating kept him that well in shape. 

“Missed the fuck outta this,” he groaned. His eyes were half mast. Drunk on lust. Consumed by it. 

You rubbed his thickening bulge with one hand while you extracted your cuffs with the other hand. David was too blissed out to notice. He was having trouble keeping his eyes open as you pleasured him over his storm gray briefs. He gripped the arm rest giving you the perfect opportunity to cuff him to it.

Hearing the clink, David’s eyes flew open. He tugged on the cuff as he looked at you with horror in his eyes. You wrestled with his other arm, kneeing him close to his groin as you pinned it to the other armrest and cuffed that one as well. Knowing him, he probably should be restrained by his legs as well.

But you didn’t have time. He’d find a way to escape soon. You only hoped that you were back on your bike before then. 

“What the hell!” He growled. 

You smirked. “Gotcha bitch,” you said and flipped him off. You walked away from him, searching the file cabinets, desk drawers, and bookshelf for the knife. He wouldn’t keep it on him. That would be too stupid. And one thing David was not, was stupid. No matter how much you wished he was.

“Let me go,” he growled.

You hummed to yourself as if you had all the time in the world. But in reality, your nerves were shot. Getting close to him like that made you feel icky. Like you used him. He used you first, but even that was a cold comfort. 

Pulling out the ratty desk chair, you searched for hidden compartments. You felt along the underside of the desk, hand ghosting along a button. You pressed it. A soft popping noise alerted you to the secret drawer beneath the desk.There, in all its glory, was the death ritual knife. 

You sighed in triumph and opened the bag to reveal the knife still wrapped in its cloth. “Why didn’t you just tell me that I had no chance? I would have given you the knife.” 

You looked at David. He didn’t even look that angry anymore. You zipped the bag up, and slung it around your shoulders.

“No, you wouldn’t have.”

“Do you really think I’m a monster? That I’m not truly capable of loving you?” He asked.

It took effort, but you finally looked at him. Really looked at him. “I think you loved me once upon a time. But I’m not sure if you loved me or what I could do for you.” 

“How could you say that?” David’s voice cracked as he looked at you, jaw slack, eyes wide. Was this just an act? Was he serious? It was so hard to tell with him. 

“Do you remember what you said to me? That you’d rob the world blind if it meant that you got yours. That doesn’t leave a whole lot of room in your heart for anything else!” You didn’t mean to shout. But you never truly did get that closure you needed from years ago. “I trusted you. I loved you! I loved you with everything I had in me. But you were never going to stop. You just expected me to follow you to the ends of the earth with no consideration of how I felt. Like I was some prized pony that gave you clout. You had a real live Atlantean on your arm. You loved parading me around!” 

“Because I was proud of you! Of you! Because I felt so damn lucky to be with you that hell yeah, I wanted the world to know it! Let somebody say something! I would have burned everything down for you!” 

You…did not have anything to say to that. Your mind raced back to every interaction you had. Every time he introduced you. At the time you felt like a trophy. Was he really that damn proud at the time? 

“You were always showing me off. Even when I wanted to stay in,” you said. 

“I wasn’t perfect. Was there a part of me that liked having a super girlfriend? Yes. But I swear to you, all I wanted was you. You leaving…it just made me realize that I didn’t only want the money.” 

Your hands shook at your sides. The endless screaming matches. The lectures. You were no picnic either. Picking at this filthy world with its stale air, weird food, and strange customs. You were miserable because you missed home. But you did feel loved in his arms for a while. For a while at least.

“It doesn’t matter,” you said, looking away from him. Even if you wanted, you couldn’t go back and change the past. Couldn’t undo all the hurt and pain you’d caused each other.

“Don’t say that,” he said, just as softly.

“We can’t change the past,” you said. You walked over to the door. This was why you got in and out and left the surface world alone. It was too loud. Too messy. 

“We can change the future. Let me go, we’ll fix this.” He said.

“No. You’re just trying to get in my head,” you said. 

“If that were true, I’d be yelling and screaming now. All I’m doing is asking for a chance. Just one more. I can’t promise to be perfect. I can’t promise that I won’t piss you off. But I won’t do it on purpose,” he said. 

You fought with yourself. Head spinning with indecision. Could you trust him? Could you not? 

You looked at him. You would never be able to trust yourself around him. And that was the scariest thing of all. 

David widened his eyes as if he saw the decision on your face. You had to learn to school your features. You couldn’t be big and bad if you couldn’t maintain a poker face. 

“Sunflower,” he said suddenly. 

“What?” You asked.

David licked his lips. “When we first met. You had a sunflower in your hair. I asked you why, and you said that you’d never seen one before. So I always brought them to you. So many that the whole house had too much pollen and you sneezed so badly, you had tears running down your face. I’d never seen someone so beautiful as they were covered in snot.” 

Your heart thundered in your chest. He remembered that shit? Hell, you’d nearly forgotten yourself. As he spoke, you remembered everything vividly. You were miserable. You’d seen flowers before and knew their qualities, but you didn’t think it’d affect you so badly. 

You stared. He stared. “I swear by the goddess…”

“This isn’t an act. Damn, can’t you see I love you, woman?” He asked.

You crossed back to him and stood in front of him. “If you ever betray me again…”

“Let me go and I’ll show you that the thought would never cross my mind again,” he said. 

You hemmed. You hawed. But in the end, you were weak in the knees. You let him go from the cuffs. David remained in the chair, rubbing life back into his wrists.

Done, he took your hand in his and kissed the back of it. He kept kissing, flipping your hand over and placing it against his cheek. He kissed your wrist, pulling you closer. He pulled until you straddled him, legs on either side of his. 

He tilted his head and stared into your eyes. He pushed the sling bag over your shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Then, he unzipped your jacket and pushed it from your body, tossing it onto the couch. Your thumb moved back and forth over his cheek while he continued to undress you, pulling off your knife and blaster from your hip. 

He gripped the waistband of your leggings, pulling until he could fit his hand underneath. He found you soaking wet. He lifted an eyebrow at you.

“Don’t get cocky,” you warned. 

He smirked. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

He began to caress your pussy, dragging your wet essence achingly slow over your clit until you were a shivering, desperate mess on top of him. He kissed along your jaw.

“You don’t have to fight it. Let it go,” he said.

“I can’t help it,” you said around your chattering teeth. His hands felt too good. He remembered exactly how you liked it. Exactly what to do to send your mind reeling and your moans escaping your lips. 

“Yes you can. You don’t always have to fight me. Let that shit go,” he murmured against your skin. His lips found yours as you slowly relaxed. Forced your shoulders to drop. Your hands to slide across his exposed skin. 

A tingling settled in your thighs as you felt the approaching orgasm. Usually your lovemaking was rough. Fucking just as rough as you fought. But this was different. More intimate. Scarier. 

You opened your mouth, eyes closing, as the sweetest wave of pleasure washed over you. You sighed and panted through it.

“There she is,” David cooed. “Let it all go. Surrender to it,” he said.

“I hate you,” you moaned, rocking your hips on his exploring hands. 

He bit your lip and chuckled. “I love you too,” he said. 

You stood up long enough to remove your pants and panties. He stayed seated as he scooted his pants and briefs low enough for him to release his fat dick. It was just as huge and pretty as you remembered it. Thick in all the right places. From tip to base. 

Your mouth watered. You climbed back on top of him. “I’m clean,” he said. But he still reached into his pants pocket for a condom. 

You couldn’t wait to get tested with him to ensure that was the case so that he could slide in bare, no barriers between you. Filling you up. He rolled it on and then lined himself up, pushing in with little resistance.

His hands roamed across your back, pushing your shirt up and off of you. He captured your nipples in his mouth, alternating between each titty while he gently rocked inside of you. Whichever nipple he wasn’t sucking, he used his hand to knead the other. Your arms wrapped around his neck, holding him to you while you both chased that freedom. Chased that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

You came first, lifting your head to the ceiling. It was all too much and overwhelming. And yet it felt incredibly right. It had been too damn long since you were with someone like this. Hell, who were you fooling?

No one else did it for you. The minute you swam away from him, he became the only one capable of stretching you out. Giving you what you needed without having to ask. Without having to think. You clenched around him and he groaned, dick twitching as he reached his own climax.

You stayed together for a beat, maybe two, as your heart settled. You kissed his cheek. 

“Now , about this knife…”

You chuckled. “Do not even play with me right now.” 

You rested your head on his shoulder and listened to your favorite lullaby, the sound of his heartbeat.

The end.

The Secret David Kane Files

[ghostbsuter]

The Zone is down.

It is a horrible truth, the destruction of home was inevitable and that doesn't lessen the pure hurt he feels during the final moments.

Every life, every death, the memories of many. All seal in a sphere of a fallen sky, in the soft palms of their king.

Their boy king leaves, bringing along his people, infinite in number and all sleeping, none the wiser.

It will take time to re-create their home, nothing impossible, however. The sphere in his hands, pulsing with life and humming with power, the child and successor of the Infinite Realms.

Many lives are lost, many are ended and every single one will remembered.

So when he takes refuge in a strange dimension, he receives care in their base in space, a room and slowly opens up.

It's only then that he allows himself to grief.

[smilechiales]

I just of a Night at the Museum AU where lightning strikes a comic store and despite all logic all the statues of heroes, villains, etc. just come alive and it's absolute chaos.

The Justice League is trying to crack the case why they are suddenly in a store where all their secret identities are on full display, the Avengers are running around and smashing things, somewhere Erik Lehnsherr and Charles Xavier are playing chess and arguing.

And the person on shift is a fan but is totally not getting paid enough for this sh*t.