#dharlathxorm

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Atlan's descendants can speak to fish, Xebel's can control water, what should the Deserters have?

I'm torn between Dharlath being able to like control solids, casually melting sand into glass or making wire out of metals; or he whips out a flute/guitar and makes skeletons/corpses dance at their wedding. Orm's gonna think he had a little too much wine but Atla was gasping in delight

for me, I'd prefer any crafting to be more practical, but a certain power over the dead IS in line with their lore, so I'm actually quite fond of dance of the dead ability that makes Atla happy :')

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Orvax divorcing Orm, he gets sent to the Deserters to be married off to Dharlath. Orm tells him this will end in disaster—the moment they're married political players will try to make a widow out of Orm so they can marry Orm and get his claim to the throne.

'What do you even get out of this?'

Dharlath said Atlantis promised to send aid, there's an illness and they can't lose more of their population

'And how do you know they'll keep their promises?'

Dharlath tilted his head. 'That's your job.'

Orm laughs.

Also thinking for most Deserters they don't do much for marriage, just move into a new home, but for Orm they pulled out all the stops. Antique wedding goblet they had to hastily clean up, the best animal from their herd slaughtered and the blood poured into the goblet. The couple is meant to bite their fingers and drip their blood into the goblet, then drink, but Orm doesn't have a Deserter's sharp fangs so either ceremonial dagger from Atlantis or Dharlath does it for him 👀 Dharlath is impressed his little bride can keep a straight face drinking the blood. Also Dharlath telling Orm's girls to come over and he holds their hands as he drips the blood from the cup, smtg smtg promise to protect and take care of them and that's the first genuine smile Orm had during the whole ceremony 🥺

Dharlath kept his promise, naming Dag and killing the man who tried to assassinate Orm's girls before kidnapping Orm himself

Soul warmed reading this

banter with Dharlath so lovely, the blod/fang ritual sooo inspired (intimate smallscale blood letting ✅✅✅), Orm taking on traditions with gusto, first real smile 😭❤️

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Orm: *insecure about the baby weight*

Dharlath: but you can contain so much more blood this way!

among other reasons:

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Dharlath 'my people only consumes blood' and Orm 'lost his mother very young and had many staff raise him' Marius: what is weaning?

Like what if they'd been feeding Marius exclusively liquids until the kid suddenly starts chowing fish on a trip to the beach, and they realize he should have been eating other things

meanwhile arthur would be like: no yeah, with you two, that tracks lmaooooooo

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For their first anniversary Dharlath gives Orm rings meant to represent his two daughters and mother, and that's the moment Orm decided he wants to try for a baby with his husband

Marius was born 11 months later. Dharlath makes another ring.

the mental vignette of the weight of orm's stare taking in the rings is so clear to me 😭

the mental vignette of orm's legs wrapping around dharlath's waist is also clear to me 🤤

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I have attempted smut

Please enable me

Orm licked his lips. He was thirsty—so, so, so thirsty. The Deserter above him took it as permission to fill his mouth. Not with water, of course. But the Deserter's own tongue, plumped from gorging on Orm's body. Orm desperately sucked, trying to draw moisture into his dry mouth. The tongue suddenly plunged down his throat, making him gag, eyes filling with precious water.

The Deserter withdrew his tongue, big leathery hands roaming Orm's body, so small and vulnerable spread over his armoured lap.

'Soft,' Dharlath rumbled. Orm's blood still stained his fangs. He licked them clean.

Orm let his lips curve into a smile. He wasn't, not really. Not anymore. The dry and heat of the Sahara had rendered his prince's skin dry, sallow, ashy. But none of that mattered to the Deserters.

It pleased Orm, that he was still the softest, finest thing they've ever had, even at his worst.

Behind them, Tardunn grabbed Orm by the neck, pulling until Orm unwillingly turned halfway, so he could lick up what little blood Orm's dehydrated body sluggishly leaked.

'Claws,' Orm rasped. He didn't like how close the prickle of Tardunn's claws were to his neck.

Dharlath raked his claws down Orm's chest, leaving long, shallow scratches from collarbone to nipple. If he'd had the saliva, Orm would have shouted in pain. As it was, he tried to push

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The great king of Atlantis, reduced to a harlot on his knees, he mourned, inhaling dust and dead things. A massive boned hand—Tardunn's, Orm could tell by the bracelet, bits of bone hanging off and bouncing against his scalp—pushed his head even lower, as another pair pulled his backside up into the perfect position.

Like this, no one could hear him scream.

Thick, dry knuckles went between his legs. Dharlath's rings brushed against the blonde hair of Orm's crotch as he prodded Orm's slit. Spitefully, Orm kept his slit closed. He'd been so ready to part them earlier. If they weren't going to give him basic consideration, he wasn't giving them any in return.

Dharlath's growl rang through the air and down into Orm's bones. Orm was still not used to how sound carried out of water. He blamed it for his reaction. For the slicking inside his slit, the thump of his heart, the clench of his fingers.

Stunned, he could do nothing as Dharlath used the flat side of his claws to part Orm's slit, punctuated by Tardunn's cackling. It was a favorite maneuver of Dharlath's, knowing how terrified Orm was of getting scratched there.

I found the GIF and couldn't not put it in to represent Baby Daddy #1 spanking Orm so stunned he could easily part Orm's slit while Baby Daddy #2 laughs

still mf iconic ofc ofc, attacking with ocd cleanup of my inbox, enshrining this in hall of fame tag as i should as i should

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Thinking of this au where the palace/Atlantis was invaded and Orm becomes a war prize 👀 should it be Nereus or just for fun, Dharlath? Edit: NVM it became Dharlath x Orm

Like he somehow raises a squad of skeletons to attack Atlantis as he's the only one who can survive underwater venom-style. Definitely gonna up the intimidation factor

Anyway the palace was taken, and Orm is fuming because how dare these foreigners treat his home like they own it, except they do now, they got it by conquest. Maybe some of it is guilt too because he refused to leave Atla/help Orvax in any way/wasn't allowed by the guards and go into the field even though he's a good fighter. there was a reason he got medals in the war

Orm knows what's going to happen when he gets summoned to the king's bedchamber, now the invader's. He brought a knife to kill, except the man has his suit ripped and a talented tongue in Orm's cunt and the knife doesn't seem that important now

When Orm comes all over Nereus/Dharlath's mouth they take the knife off his hand and points it at the cleavage of his suit. Negotiations midsex my beloved

N/D: you're the most beautiful person this side of the oceans, marry me and I spare your father

Orm glaring as he pulls the hand holding the knife lower to cut through his suit neckline and spill his tits out: I'd marry you just so I can kill him. It's my daughter I'm worried about. Keep her safe and I'd do whatever you want.

N/D groping his tits: somehow I doubt it, sweetheart. but you have my word. I'd keep you and your daughter safe. If you give me a child—

Orm grabbing his wrists: absolutely not. The throne is Atla's.

Dharlath rubbing the head of his prehensile cock against Orm's slit: fine. A Deserter child but I have final say on how they're raised. I want someone to pass my abilities to, and you're not going to let your baby suffer famine and plagues on the surface, would you?

Orm blushing and fighting to keep his slit closed: swear to renounce the throne for you and your line, and I'd give you two

Dharlath scratching his nipple, making Orm moan and part his slit: how about my children get the throne if and only if the Atlantean royal family gets wiped out, you get to be king as is your birthright, and you promise to give my home equal consideration and opportunity as the other ocean kingdoms

Orm panting and clawing at strangely textured forearms as he takes Dharlath's cock: three children, and we get priority with trade

Dharlath: the deal is the deal. Now just lay back and relax, lovely. You deserve some fun

Can work for a Yemos au lol his country gets invaded and he pussy blinds the leader into good terms for his people

This Dharlath bit less of a gentlemen in the other au and more of his canon deserter roughness, but in a dashing way. I like it 😳 (love it 🥵)

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Anyway back to the angst Dharlath in the earliest days of their marriage noticing Orm always flinches when he kisses or nuzzles Orm's neck and thought Orm was wary of his fangs

Dharlath made a torque or choker or what have you, covers Orm's neck. Carved seashell and scale patterns on it. He meant well, trying to make Orm comfortable, but Orm feels like Orvax is haunting him again because the fucker loves collaring Orm

bless dharlath, he will find the way 🙏