#atlanna

[dawnsedits]

I will return to you. When it's safe. One day. Right here, at sunrise. We'll be together again.

[dawnquafam]

The missed comedic potential in Aquaman 2 of a scene with Atlanna and Mera seriously discussing the stakes/plot which ends with them saying something along the lines of "I hope Arthur and Orm are getting along ok :/" and then it immediately cuts to Arthur making Orm eat a cockroach

[ormymarius]

Mera and Atlanna concept art for Aquaman and the Lost Kingdom

by Darrell Warner

[legionofzoom]

JUSTICE LEAGUE: THRONE OF ATLANTIS (2015)

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[average-gotham-citizen]

Family Portrait

Once a year I catch a bug and start drawing family trees and crazy Orm lore I am infected

Want to do like different shots in time maybe where Orm is a baby and Atlanna maybe is able to smile and then one without her (after execution) and Orm is a little older and then Orm by himself (after assassination) older again. Also would want to do a whole Arthur set but I am so tired 😭

[buffshipper8490]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65436100

Rated: Teen

Length: 4.3k Words

Summary

On a family movie night with his Mom and Dad Tom Curry and Atlanna, Arthur shows his wife Mera the movie Titanic (1997). Mera doesn't quite relate to the movie, believing the wreck and others like it are refuse littering the ocean floor. Determined to change her mind, Arthur takes her to visit the wreck in person...

Excerpt

Arthur, broad-shouldered and relaxed, stretched his arm along the back of the couch, watching the screen with a half-smile. Beside him, Mera perched elegantly, her red hair a vibrant contrast to the dim room, her gaze skeptical as she observed the unfolding drama of Titanic. She was charmed enough by the love story, relating to Rose through comparing her engagement to Orm with Rose's engagement to Cal, but the sinking scenes did nothing for her. She had seen enough movies with Arthur by now to not be impressed with simulated carnage.  Tom, rugged and weathered, sat at the end, a mug of tea in hand, while Atlanna—regal yet softened by motherhood—leaned forward, occasionally dabbing at her eyes with a tissue. As the ship on screen groaned and tilted, "Is this meant to be tragic? It looks like just another sunken relic cluttering the sea floor," Mera mused, her tone tinged with curiosity and a hint of disdain. Arthur slowly turned his gaze to her, his amber eyes watering with held-back tears. "You mean the people losing their lives in the sinking? That's not tragic?" "It's just a movie," Mera reminded him stiffly. Arthur sighed. He had to remind himself to give her some grace. The Surface had been littering the sea with refuse and ships for centuries. Since becoming king, it had become a growing concern for him, too. "It's more than just a movie, Mera. For a lot of people up here, it's a story—a real tragedy, and not just another relic cluttering the sea floor," said Arthur, his voice gentle. Mera narrowed her eyes, considering. Atlanna placed a hand on her shoulder, "Sometimes, the things lost at sea carry memories, not just metal and wood." Tom nodded solemnly, "I always thought the Titanic was more like a monument than a mess." "Let’s see it with our own eyes. Maybe you’ll feel differently underwater," Arthur proposed. "Besides, I've always thought about seeing it for myself." Tom chuckled to himself. " 'Let's visit the actual Titanic' he says. So casually. Well, son, be careful and say hi to Leo for me if you see him down there." Arthur grinned at his father and turned back to Mera. The prospect of visiting the wreck was making him giddy with excitement.  "Well, what do you say?" Mera sighed. "Fine. I know you're going to pester me about it until I relent." "Yup," confirmed Arthur. Heading out the front door of the lighthouse he called out into the surrounding sea and the sea of stars above, "I'm the King of the World! WHOO HOO HOO!" King of the Seven Seas. Close enough.

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[drghostwrite]

A Royal Bloodline

Pairing: Arthur Curry(Aquaman) x preg!wife!reader

Summary: Arthur and reader are Kind and Queen of Atlantis, a hurricane blows through posing a threat to a heavily pregnant queen and her family.

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The light in the ceiling above you flickered as the wind and rain howled outside the house. You looked outside to see the rain raging and the darkness covering the lush green fields, that were now being submerged. You felt your baby kick and looked down at your very large bump, running a hand over it praying that this storm would soon end so you could return to your home and give birth to your heir in peace.

---12 hours prior---

"Y/N, mi amor." Arthur called to your sleepy form in the other room, as he looked into your shared bedroom, your back to him, the blanket over you silhouetted you from your strong shoulders that dipped down to your waist before flowing back up into your hips. You felt the bed dip behind you as he slid in, a strong hand lightly tracing your outline before coming down to rest on your large bump, you felt lips make contact with your neck pulling you from your sleeping state.

You placed you hand over his as you felt your baby kicking, "Mm, good morning my love." You sleepily smiled up at him as he was propped up leaning over you, completely mesmerized by the life forming inside of you.

"So I was thinking, Mom and I are going into town to restock before the storm, maybe you'd want to come with?"

"Maybe, 2 hours in the car is a lot for this pregnant mama," you chuckled almost teasing him, he loved going places with you and when you got pregnant he wanted to spend every waking moment with you in his arms.

"Before you ask we can even stop at that little bakery that you like."

"Oh in that case." you said swinging your legs over to get out of bed.

---back to present---

Well you made it into town but now your stuck, as the storm had moved in early, so here you were Atlanna, Arthur and you stuck in whatever shelter you could find trying to get back home before anything else went south. Though it didn't last long you could feel the pain starting in your lower back and wrapping around to your front, you let out a slow breath, closing your eyes to focus on you letting all else melt away. That lasted moments before another wave overtook your body and you leaned forward one hand supporting you on the windowsill while the other wrapped tightly under your large bump.

While Arthur was arguing with he townspeople, explaining that you needed somewhere to stay and that they'd be fine, Atlanna was keeping a close eye on you, she saw as you bent over, she had been though this before and she knew what was happening. She quickly made her way over to you, resting a hand on the one you had supporting you and wrapping the other around your lower back.

"Y/N, are you feeling pain?" she looked trying to read your facial expression.

"No, no I'm okay." you said wincing slightly again, still not making eye contact.

"Sweetheart," she said gently, "I think you're going into labor."

"I can't it's early..." you whined as your muscles started to ache.

"Well Atlantian babies tend to come early," she smiled with a hint of pity, "It'll be okay." Arthur saw his mother comforting you by the large window and made his way over, his eyes shone with pride fo the news that he had calmed the people and that you would be staying the night somewhere safe, dry and warm.

"I'm not having this baby here," you growled out in a whisper trying not to alert anyone of your situation. A very confused Arthur standing on the other side of you almost shielding you with his body.

"What's going on?" He asked concerned seeing the not so happy expressions on your faces.

"Looks like your little one is making their awaited appearence." his mother explained.

"Oh... OH!" he said also realizing, "are we having the baby here?"

"No...please" you protested.

"We're safe here, I know it's not home but you're safe and dry, there's no better place to have this baby."

"Son, she can't have this baby here.." you both looked at the former queen slightly confused, "any heir to the throne must be born by the sea, Y/N has to give birth to him either by or in the sea. Seeing as we can't get to Atlantis because of the storm..."

"The lighthouse, we have to get you to the lighthouse," before Atlanna had the chance to respond Arthur scooped you up into his arms, carrying you out into the raging storm, he placed you into the passenger seat of the truck.

"God this really hurts." you groaned out, you reached up gripping the handle as another contraction took over your body, Atlanna slid towards you reaching in from behind so you could grab her hand as your husband drove.

"Y/N I need you to breathe with me." Atlanna coached from behind you, she watched as your face contorted in pain, you arched your back off the seat in pain, gripping her hand, you other hand coming down to tightly support under your swollen stomach. A contraction took over your form and you felt the baby drop even further the need to push quickly overwhelming you.

“Atlanna?”

“What it is?”

“I-I feel like I need to push.”

“hold on Y/N don’t push yet… Arthur go! This baby is not waiting.” She urged and you felt the truck lurch forward in the rain as he pushed the pedal to the floor boards. Moments later he pulled up to the house, he ran around and picked you up wedding style as his mom followed his dad holding the door open. He burst through the door you in his arms, “Gahhh… this hurts!” You said through gritted teeth.

“okay couch put her on the couch.” Atlanna directed, get me some towels, warm water, scissors and some alcohol. Both men looked to each other and nodded jumping into action.

“Okay Y/N you said you needed to push?” She asked while helping you undo you pants pulling them off with your panties and setting them aside, she pulled the blanket on the couch over letting it drape over your legs. You whined out a yes before your knuckles went white straining to grip the couch and you shot up feeling a very strong contraction come over you, you started to push feeling a small amount of relief.

“Okay good girl, do what your body tells you.” She held you hand the other rubbing a soothing stripe up and down your thigh. Another contraction and another push came and went, “okay Y/N I have to check you see where you’re at.” She gently explained as you grimaced with a slow nod, she lifted the blanket to see baby’s head.

“it burns…” you whispered out of breath, voice stripped from groans and the occasional scream of pain.

“it’s because you’re crowning sweetheart, just give me a couple more big pushes and baby will be here.” You nodded feeling as your husband ran back in pulling you to his chest as he sat behind you.

“Okay good girl, one more… one last push… come on Y/N, one last push…”

Moments later a final cry of pain and a baby’s cry filled the room, “a girl, you have a beautiful girl.” Atlanna beamed at her granddaughter. You held you baby girl in your arms and felt the tears streaming down your face turning to face her dad you saw tears escaping his eyes.

“we have a little girl.” You said cuddling into him.

“we have a princess, and our princess will need a name.”

“Scarlett, I like that name.”

“Scarlett it is, Scarlett Atlanta.” You both beamed down at your little girl, the continuation of the royal bloodline but more importantly someone else to share this love with.