Orm regarded you with pure awe. You were a beautiful woman. Your features seemed to be sculptured so delicately, it seemed that you were fashioned by the hands of the Gods. Your lips were the colour of fresh rosebuds. Your soft eyes were aglow with warmth and intelligence. 

In the Ocean Master’s mind, you were the most delightful creature any man could ever wish for.

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“Fine, whatever you want, daddy.”

Arthur turns his attention to you and his darkened eyes regard you with pure astonishment. “What did you - ?”

“A-Arthur!” You exclaimed, biting your lip as if it was going to hide your embarrassment. “I said Arthur...!” 

The walls crumbled down as the ground seemed to thunder from the powerful impact. You stride towards the members of the Justice League and Arthur averts his gaze to Bruce, who was smiling, seemingly proud of you.

“You guys aren’t the least bit worried that we might die?” Arthur questioned as he eyed you. “She’s very powerful...from what we just noticed.”

Diana placed her hands on her hips and shook her head. “No, she will be a great asset to the team.”

You stood there with widened eyes and a broad smile upon your face. The woman was as beautiful as a seraph’s dream that even Aphrodite’s mortal lover, Adonis would have cowered in envy.  “Oh my God,” you whispered to yourself at the striking resemblance. “It’s true.”

“(Y/N),” Arthur greeted as he gestured to the woman. “I’d like you to meet - ”

“Ariel?” You exclaimed. “As in the Little Mermaid?” While Arthur chuckles at your words, the woman knits her brows, puzzled by your remark. Arthur shakes his head while momentarily looking at the woman beside him. “This is Mera. As in the wife of the King of Atlantis.”

Mera looks from you to Arthur and says, “Who is Ariel? Is this like the Pinocchio story you told me?”

“Not really,” Arthur replies. “It’s about a fifteen year old redhead mermaid who  basically just goes “OMG, humans” throughout the entire first part of the movie. Then, she fells in love with a prince and starts stalking him. So, because she’s so in love with him, she trades her voice for the ability to magically grow two legs.” 

You roll your eyes at Arthur’s description of the Disney movie, yet, you let him continue. “And then, there’s the Sea Witch who tricks her and takes the prince for herself like she’s Mrs. Steal Your Man but in the end they defeat the Sea Witch and live happily ever after.“

“Arthur, you know that’s not even a close description to what it is.” You say, shaking your head disapprovingly at your friend while Mera still looked confused. “How does that make me Ariel?” She questioned. “I’ve never been in any of those situations before.”

Arthur sighs and before you could explain the story, he says, “No, it’s only because - ”

“And I’m certainly not fifteen years old.” She says, placing her hands on her hips. 

“Mera, that’s not the point - ” 

“What exactly is this Sea Witch that you speak of?” 

“Alright,” Arthur sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “Let’s…let’s just focus on why we actually came here.”

Thor sat on the chair and begin to play with the hems of his tunic as the Sorting Hat was placed on his head. “Ah, the son of Odin, himself. Well, I know just what to do with you. GRYFFINDOR!”

“Fortunately, I am mighty,” Thor muttered as he remembered his mother assuring him that he’d be sorted in Ravenclaw.

“Loki Odinson,” the Professor calls as he puts the Hat on Loki’s head — and this time the Hat seems to take a longer time deciding — almost as if he was too confused. “Hmph. This one’s particularly difficult. Plenty of courage, yes. Also very mischievous. Where to put you?”   

Each minute that passed made Loki grow impatient as he heaved a great sigh and grumbled, “I have been waiting for twenty minutes!”

"SLYTHERYN!”

“What?!” Loki shouted in disbelief as the designated House cheered for the young boy.

“Perhaps, we can come to an arrangment.” Loki suggested, his brows knitted in frustration. 

You roll your eyes and regard him with pure annoyance. “Oh yes, like we’ve never given that a thought before.”

Loki sighs and for a split moment his lips curve into a beautiful smile and a shade of red compliments his cheeks at the memory of the last time he had suggested the same offer. 

Request by: Anonymous

Original Request: Can I request an aquaman one shot? Imagine aquaman scaring the (human) reader when he is angry

Pairing: Arthur Curry x Reader

Word Count: 1,065

Warnings: None

A/N: I hope you enjoy this oneshot, nonnie. I am so sorry it took so long to write. Happy reading!

The Icelandic sky was the colour of blooming hibiscus, a bright red that turned to a deep purple and gradually black as a soft yet chilling breeze tickled my face. I buried my hands deep in my pockets to keep from the cold. A sudden noise of the sharp laughter of women made my heart race as I walked by them and they began to eye me warily. Did they suspect who I was? I thought to myself, Would one of them speak to Arthur that I had been roaming around these parts of town?

I walked as quickly as the steep incline would allow, being careful not to fall from the icy roads.

Moments of walking silently passed as bands of drunken men lumbered up the road from pubs, singing and upon noticing me, they invite me to drink with them. “Come here, my sweet. Let me teach you a few things about us northmen.” But I had seen enough leering drunks with Arthur’s entourage to know that I must simply avoid their gazes. Swiftly, I made my way around the group of men but one of them reached to grab me and I had been to slow to react.

“Let go of me!” I shout, trying to yank my hand away.

“What’s the matter, sweet?” The man taunted as his friends began to laugh.

The drunken man grabbed me by my throat to keep me in place and pushed his chapped lips roughly against mine. I kick at his shin but he was much too strong as he wrestled me to the ground. I gasp at his strength and he proceeds to seize my wrist and drag me towards a copse of trees. As he pins my wrists down, his heavy stomach pushed against my body and I could feel his lust underneath his pants. Before he could undress me, I lashed out as my nails scarred his cheek and he hissed in pain.

“You harlot,” he cursed, lifting his hand and slapping me across the face as a tall silhouette loomed behind him. All of the sudden, a strong hand lifted the man to his feet and easily threw him across the air. I did not wait to see who my saviour had been as I sprung to my feet and broke into a run. My heart thundered against my ribcage and its sounds grew from faint echoes to loud hammerings.

When I was about to reach the pedestrian roads, a hand quickly grabbed my arm and I turn to see that it had been Arthur. His eyes that usually gleamed with charm and joy, were shadowed by anger and his face was red with suppressed rage. Arthur yanked me even closer to himself and whilst staring into my eyes, asks, “What do you think you’re doing?”

Frightened of his rage, I look away from his stormy eyes and as he squeezes my upper arms, Arthur shakes me with both his hands. “What are you doing in this part of town?” He shouts.

“I-I’m - ”

“Think carefully before you lie to me, (Y/N).” He growled as the anger grew in his voice. When I did not speak, he took me by the arm and wrenched me away from the busy roads.

“Arthur, stop!” I cried. “You’re hurting me!” He stopped walking and snapped his gaze to my own and though his eyes seemed to soften a bit, his face still flashed with blinded anger like a bright fire. He stepped closer and his face was so close to mine that I could clearly notice the muscles of his jaw clenching.

“You were prepared to risk worse.” He made a point of studying the rip of my jacket and my disheveled hair. Arthur tugged at my arm and we continued walking down the path I had been running away from. “Where are you taking me?” I questioned, ashamed that my voice was trembling.

“To the lighthouse.”

“Did you kill the man?” I ask, trying to keep up with his angry pace.

“No.” Arthur replied tersely. “I punched him hard enough to knock him out. Did you think I’d let him go so easily after what he was attempting to do to you?”

I did not reply as we kept walking and his relentless grip on my arm was beginning to hurt. I had never seen him unleash his anger in such a manner and especially towards me as he always seemed so composed about anything that happened. My stomach begin to lurch and my heart ached at Arthur’s frightful behaviour. And so, fresh tears stood at my cheeks as I try to pull my hand away from Arthur’s strong grip. 

He released my arm as I staggered backward and upon seeing my distressed features, Arthur’s softened eyes widen. He stepped closer to me but I moved away and I could see the hurt expression rooted deep in his eyes.

“Y-you’re frightening me...” I whispered as I rub my arm with my hand. Despite the words I spoke, I only hoped that my face did not show any speck of fear because I knew Arthur would begin to blame himself even though he meant only to look after me.

“(Y/N), I never meant to hurt you.” Arthur mumbled gently as if the cold wind that had been blowing had suddenly swept his anger away. “That man could’ve hurt you, taken advantage of you. I cannot allow that to happen, knowing that I am completely capable of looking out for you.”

“I know, Arthur.” I reply. “I know you worry of me and my well-being.”

Reluctantly, he stepped forward and this time, I did not move away. He took my hand in his calloused ones and intertwined them whilst his other brushed away my tears. “I would be miserable and would never forgive myself if something did happen to you. I love you too much, mama.”

I turned away as he would not see me blush at his nickname but he had already noticed my reddened cheeks as he proceeded to chuckle. Arthur cupped my chin with his fingers and tenderly kissed my forehead with his soft, warm lips. He wrapped me in his arms and I closed my eyes.

“I love you too.” I say, burying my face in his chest and breathing in his soothing scent of the ocean.