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redheadspark · 2 months

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Can i request 4 licking their lips with druig

thanks :)

A/N - YAS! This is SO good for Druig, thanks for requesting this!

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Summary - a simple tick from Druig makes you lose your train of thought.

Warnings - fluff with steam at the end.

It started with food. As always when it comes to Druig.

There was no doubt he was a foodie, ever since you all came to Earth and he was introduced to human food, he liked eating the tuff. From simple fruits and vegetables that were grown and harvested, to concoctions that Gilgamesh would make in the kitchen. Druig found himself consistently hungry, and it became a running joke that he would have something in his hand to eat.

You were talking to Sprite about that evening with the small gathering the humans were throwing in celebration of the recent defeat of the Deviants. Sprite wanted to go over what story she was going to tell the humans when you noticed Druig licking his lips after eating a handful of Grapes. Being perched on the bench near Phastos’s workstation, piping in every once in a while with the new invention that Phastos was creating, Druig didn’t notice that you were watching him, not listening to Sprite anymore who was mostly now speaking to herself and hammering out the stories she wanted to tell.

See the way he licked his lips nonchalantly, how plump his lips were, and how dark in color they were against his pale skin, it somehow took your breath away. You only saw him as a friend, fellow Eternal and close friend really, but not in the way you were seeing him in that moment.

Butterflies in your stomach, your heartbeat quickening. He looked….beautiful.

“Hey! Are you listening?”

You snapped out of your trance to look at Sprite, seeing her raise a brow at you. You cleared your throat, focusing back on her as you apologized and asked her to tell you again. She sighed, retelling the story she wanted to say as you were no longer focusing on Druig.

Yet you never saw him look in your direction.

The next time it happened, it was after a Deviant ambush.

This Deviant was rather large, and a bit brutal to take out compared to the other Deviants you have handled in the past. Half of the Eternals were in charge of herding the humans to safety, leaving the other half to take care of the target. You were one of the ones trying to subdue the Deviant, your own powers were able to subdue the creature to the point of Gilgamesh being able to eliminate it with his strength on his side. But before he could, the Deviant’s rather large and nearly deadly tail was shipping back and forth. Its sharp blades make it a bit harder to dodge and avoid getting hit by.

You were in front of the Deviant, hitting it over and over with your power to have it lose its energy when you saw its tail swing so fast behind him. You look, seeing in horror a figure in dark clothing getting hit by the tail and being launched into the wall. You knew that figure and its dark clothing, and your heart stopped.

“DRUIG!” You screamed, the Deviant was about to turn around in that direction when you slammed the Deviant’s head to knock him out. You had enough force behind it, the Deviant falling down in defeat and taking its last breath as you then bolted over in the direction where Druig was sprawled out on the floor.

He was amongst the rubble, covered in dirt with a split lip that was oozing with blood already as you perched over him and framed his face in your hands. He was slowly blinking, almost trying to breathe again as you both sighed in relief and looked at him in concern.

“Are you okay?” You asked him, hearing him cough a bit as you helped him sit up. He went slowly, grimacing as he moved while you knelt next to him and looked him over, “What were you doing over here? Weren’t you supposed to be with the humans?”

“I was...I was looking for the humans that ran over here,” He explained, coughing a bit and squinting from his split-open lip. You moved your fingers, pushing some of the blood away with your fingers that were dribbling down his chin. Druig carefully pushed you off, getting up on his feet fully while getting the blood off with his own fingers.

“I’m fine, honestly.” He reassured you as you were about to say something else. But once again, you were lost in thought as his tongue slipped out and swiped along his wound. It was quick, but it was long enough for you to notice and to once again get those butterflies that you had before. He was covered in blood and dirt, looking like he was about to fall over in exhaustion, yet at the same time, he looked…..what was going on with you?

“Did I get it off?” He asked out of the blue, gesturing to his lower lip. You said nothing at first, seeing the still small wound that was there along his plump lip that was tinted red, and your stomach was free-falling all over again. You cleared your throat, nodding your head a bit too rapidly as you gave him a small smile.

“Yeah…yeah you’re fine,” you replied, seeing him give you an uncertain look as you then gestured to the others that were gathering out by Gilgamesh and the dead Deviant, “Come on, let’s go find Ajak and she can fix you up,”

You walked away, thinking of yourself like a lovesick fool as Druig was once again watching you with a hint of intrigue in his eyes.

“Come here, I’ve missed ya,”

“Dru, I was gone for only a few hours,”

“A few hours is too long,”

You giggled from your spot on the bed, feeling Druig’s hands along your ankles and slowly inching their way up along your legs as you were perched on the bed in your room on the Domo. You moved your book out of the way to see him slowly crawl up the bed in your direction, hovering over your body with a small smirk on his face and a glint in his eyes as you were staying still on the bed. His body heat radiated off of him, the small scent that belonged to him now being inhaled by you, and now his fingers were inching along your highs and hips to finally make it to your neck to frame your face in his hands.

“Hello, my love,” He said to you in a murmur, his lips moving against yours as he finally kissed you.

Time has gone by since you two got together. You and Druig finally got together after beating around the bush for so long, avoiding your feelings for one another and thinking that the other did not mirror the feelings of affection. Finally, after Druig finally mustered up the strength to show his affection, you two were an item and have been for years on end.

Being with Druig was like breathing fresh air for the first time. Knowing that someone else adored you and found you perfect the way you were, showing Druig how much you care for him I return to make him feel loved and cared for. You both complimented each other so easily and without resistance, both in softness and in passion. Druig brought out a new side of you that seemed to be nestled inside for so long, and you never wanted to go back to your old self again.

Especially in how you two would be physical with one another. Holding hands in public, leaning on each other during meetings and gatherings, and simply being in each other’s space when the other needed comfort. Druig was no massive fan of PDA, but he would not hold back when he wanted to kiss your cheek or a peck on the lips. It was almost like you were addicted to a new drug that would take over your life, but it was so sweet and filled with euphoria that you welcomed it with open arms.

Druig placed your first in his life and in all he chose to do, whether it was holding his tongue against speaking against Ajak or Ikaris, or how he handled humans that were on his nerve. You were the first thing on his mind, and he made sure to make better choices and not be rash. In return, you were trying to be careful in how you fought Deviants since you knew Druig would worry over you. He wanted you safe, away from the main fights, but he also knew that you would go head first to stop any harm to humans.

You both complimented each other so well.

Druig hovered above you as he kissed you softly, you leaning up to meet his kiss after kiss while your hands went up to frame his face in your hands. You loved kissing him, bringing you pockets of joy as he finally pulled away and stared at you lovingly and cocked his grin at you.

“Wanna stay in tonight and miss the feast?” He asked in a light tone, though you smirked at him and gestured with your head over to the closed door that led out of the room.

“What about the others?” You asked him, though he shrugged.

“Like I care if they want us there,” he replied, “I want to spend some time with you since you are gone all day,”

You pulled him in a bit closer, searching his eyes and seeing how blissfully happy he looked in your arms in your shared bed. It baffled you how so long ago you two were pinning for one another and thinking there was a barrier holding you two back from one another. Yet now, you two had each other with no signs of letting the other go.

He licked his lip, you grinning widely from the stunt and you reached behind to grip the back of his head with some of his hair between your fingers.

“We’re staying in,” You growled, Druig chuckling as you pulled him in for another kiss.

The End

February Prompt Session

tagged - @a-lumos-in-the-nox

#druig x reader #druig x female reader #druig x eternal!reader #druig x y/n #druig eternals #marvels eternals #mcu fanfiction #marvel mcu #marvel cinematic universe #mcu phase 4 #eternals #druig #barry keoghan #writing #fanfiction #marvel

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howlingday · 6 months

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(I'm sorry the chance of jaune keep himself in the world closing the gate letting RWBY leave I just gotta reveal a legend)

The void the final spot he didn't think to see again. It's not a bad way to go, not a bad way to go out at all. As he falls, Jaune's eye closes. An unknown time pass as a large fellow comes across his body.

???: Huh what's this another victim of the rift......What is this...this kid got some potential maybe he can be my ticket out of here.

The figure picked up the unconscious Jaune over shoulder as they continued to walk on going through a portal.

???: When you awaken, I'm gonna help you become great... maybe even you might reach my fame...of the mighty GILGAMESH...HAHAHA

(Yes this bumbling fool he can be actually dangerous)

Everything was shaking. It was soft and subtle, save for the pressure placed on his abdomen. Jaune's stomach churned as he felt an ever so familiar stinging climb to his throat. He let out a burp, then found himself being thrown through the air.

"A mighty warrior is not vomit-resistant!"

Jaune shook his head as he regained his bearings, finding himself in a strange world. One completely different from the one he was in before. All around him was gold and white, with clouds rolling in the distance across a field of low-hanging mist. It was beautiful compared to the black void of stars and golden archways that he left behind. That he fell through.

"So, you've finally come to, have you?" Towering across from him was an imposing figure covered in a red cape, gold and black armor adorning his torso and arms while purple pants with red polka-dots covered his lower half. "Greetings, soon-to-be mighty warrior! You've been blessed by the mighty Gilgamesh!" A screech brought his attention to the eagle perched on the stranger's shoulder. "And Enkidu!"

"Wh... Where am I?" Jaune asked. The bridge! The others! He had to-

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" Jaune was pushed to the ground by a staff. "And where do you think you're going?"

"I have to find my friends! They're-"

"Already gone." Gilgamesh shook his head. "You were the only one I could save before the realm between realms collapsed."

"Then... Then they... and I..."

"You're alive. They probably are, too." This brought life back into Jaune's eyes. Gilgamesh smiled and lifted his staff from Jaune's chest. "Aha! I knew that would lift your spirits, even if I don't exactly know if they're alive right now!" At this, Jaune slumped. "Hey, hey! Don't give up so soon! I didn't grab you for no reason you know!"

"Then why did you save me?"

"This is a pocket dimension of my own design." He glanced around the area. "It is here that I can train myself, mind, body, and soul, and other parts of me that makes Gilgamesh as mighty as he is!"

"So... you can get back to Remnant?" Jaune brought himself to his feet.

"Indeed!"

"Then I can go back to Remnant!"

"Nope!"

"Huh?"

"I see something in you. A greatness that reminds me of my rival, yet untempered as his became." Gilgamesh thrust a finger out towards Jaune. "I intend to temper that greatness until you're half as great as he is!"

"What?"

"But enough expository banter! Now we fight like men! And ladies! And ladies who dress like men! For Gilgamesh...it is morphing time!"

"What?"

"EXCELSIOR!" Jaune blinked, and the fight was already over. What little was left in his stomach expelled through his mouth as his body was slammed through a thick wall that suddenly appeared behind him. Jaune rolled across the ground until he was finally stopped by Gilgamesh's own foot on his chest. "Hm... It seems I overestimated you." He snapped his fingers. "No matter! Let this be your first lesson of Gilgamesh: Don't get hit!"

Jaune could only groan in pain.

#rwby #rwby au #final fantasy #final fantasy v #final fantasy series #jaune arc #gilgamesh #enkidu

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lilacliquors · 1 year

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kinktober day twenty nine: size kink

pairing: jim hopper x reader

word count: 353

notes: here's day twenty nine! only two more days left and we'll have succeeded in the kinktober writing challenge. tomorrow is a gilgamesh post and the 31st is whatever character i choose, so that should be fun. as always, like are appreciated and reblogs / comments / asks are highly recommended. happy kinking <3

he’d set a steady pace as he fucked into you from behind. with one arm wrapped around you, he was able to hoist you up onto his lap, and you couldn’t do a single thing about it.

“look at you, all small and helpless against me,” he whispered, his thumb teasing your clit. you whined softly and squirmed against him, but it was futile.

“jim,” you whimpered, gripping any part of him you could reach.

“shh shh, i’m right here. i’ve got a good hold on you, and i’m not letting go,” he said, lips trailing along the back of your neck. you exhaled shakily, feeling his hips buck upwards and roll against you, and it took all you had not to cry out.

“look at you, i’m surprised you could take all of my cock. but i’m so proud of you,” he said, his other hand going to massage your breast.

“it’s so big, jim. everything about you is so much bigger compared to me,” you said, another whimper escaping your lips as he thrust into you.

“mhm, but you take it all like a big girl. and you’re just my sweet little thing,” he grunted, the hand that was on your breast going up to rest on your neck.

“mhm, mhm,” you mumbled, too lost in the feeling of his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over to form a coherent thought.

“is my sweet little thing gonna cum?” he asked.

“uh huh, ‘m gonna… gonna cum,” you slurred, and he chuckled.

“that’s it, sweet little thing. cum all over my cock. show me how good i make you feel,” he said, rolling his hips again. you let out a shuddering gasp as your orgasm rocked your body, and it was only because of his big strong arms that you were able to remain upright. subconsciously, you snuggled close to him, and he held you against his chest, large hand splayed across your stomach.

“that’s my little girl. but i bet you can give me one more. i don’t think my big strong hands have made you cum just yet,”

#atomwritez #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper smut #chief hopper x reader #chief hopper smut #atomwritez kinktober2022 #kinktober2022 #kinktober 2022

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theragnarokd · 4 days

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[i deny anything to do with this. dirk writing fanfiction, modern no sburb au, rated T so far, lots of self loathing and judginess]

It was the end of the evening shift. He did a lot of closing nowadays, night blurring into dawn: there wasn’t anyone to drag him out. Not anymore. On the counter, there was a finished drink, the customer’s name written on it in sharpie. His coworker must have ducked out just before calling out their name. He picks it up. It’s not until he calls out the name that it registers: “Enkidu!” From the back of the coffee shop, a familiar figure approaches, and Gilgamesh’s heart clenched. For a desperate moment, he dared to hope.

Dirk exhales, rereading the paragraphs for typos. Then he saves it into the folder titled Oubliette, and opens a different text file. His SBaHJ reverse-mpreg vore isn’t going to write itself, and Dirk can’t disappoint his readership.

Even as the thought forms, his inbox dings. His heart speeds up at the view of the sweetest words known to man or machine:

[AO3] Comment on SBaHJ: the Romeomance

Of course he immediately opens the notification.

centaursTesticle left the following comment:

My admiration, as always, is yours. I would be happy to read more in this GRIPPING tale

Dirk permits himself a small smile. This guy has been commenting on Dirk’s fics, first in a binge and now on every new installment he updated. Dirk mentally fist-bumps him before opening his WIP folder, where the relevant fic document lives. It’s a good day.

It is not a good night.

Dirk should go the fuck to sleep. Or at least to shower. He washed the dishes earlier and his shirt has more unmentionable fluids on it than his latest fic update, which is saying something.

Instead, he goes to Romeomance’s page and hits refresh.

Not even a tick on the visit count.

This is stupid. Dirk is being a useless idiot. If people can’t appreciate his subtle satire and how it corresponds with the tone of the original comics and movies, that’s on them, and not on him.

There’s a newer fanfic than his with twice the hitcount, not even looking at kudos.

Well, so what? People like what they like. As long as Dirk is happy with the stuff he writes – and while he’s always aware of places he could improve, he rather is happy with it – what does it matter what response some other person’s fic gets?

The title is a lower-case quote from a song that was in the top 40s ten years ago. The tags include Enemies to Lovers, Only One Bed, and Slow Burn. (The fic isn’t even 10K, and it’s marked as complete, so Dirk is a teensy bit skeptical of how slow that burn is.)

Dirk clicks in. Maybe he can learn a thing or two.

The first two paragraphs make a fairly clever allusion to the famous stairs monologue. It’s a surprisingly fresh outlook on a piece of canon that’s been worn to palimpsest and back by fanon. It could be a good fic. Dirk might enjoy it. Better, Dirk might learn how to write something that isn’t worthless drivel–

He closes the tab.

This would be an excellent time to go shower.

He opens the tab again. He reads through the story grimly, marking how the dialogue sounds lively and not like two finger puppets squeaking at one another. Yes, okay, it’s a stylistic choice for Dirk. That, and he can’t fucking write dialogue to save his life.

By the time Dirk reaches the author’s notes at the end, the only argument he can make against deleting all his own fic is that it can serve as a cautionary tale.

The end notes thank two beta readers. Dirk runs his fics past Roxy when he can swing it, but for the most part, he hasn’t managed to attract a beta reader in years. Maybe that’s why everything he writes gargles balls.

There’s also a link to the author’s entry in the Every Little Bid Helps fanfic auction. Dirk clicks on the link mostly out of self preservation: if he rereads this fic, he really will orphan his account. That would be sad for that centaursTesticle guy, wouldn’t it? Think of the testicles. The centaur ones.

#my fic #dirk strider #whomstve

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heartofwritiing · 2 years

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And in the crowed, I see you with someone else.

paring: druig x fem!eternal!reader

summary: y/n is in love with druig and one night during a celebration she sees druig being close with makkari and she’s heartbroken.

a/n: based on hurricane drunk by Florence + the machine! also i have a headcanon that gilgamesh makes a special wine that allows the eternals to get drunk so thats what this came from. hope you enjoy! 💗

warning(s): jealousy, milsscomuacation, mutual pining, fluff, angst, reader flirting, alcohol consumption, smut references, both reader and druig having insecure thoughts, this is a lot longer than i thought it was gonna be. Also unedited!

Babylon

The night air was warm and the stars glimmered more brighter than usual. Sprite was surrounded by a crowed as she told the tales of the battle that had took place earlier that day. You watched as her hands moved to create illusions of Thena slicing open a deviant. The towns folk around you gasped and awed as the images above them changed in golden lights.

When she was finished the audience erupted in cheers and broke off into groups to continue the celebration. Music floated through the air as a band began to play a wistful tune and everyone almost instantly began to dance in the middle of the room. Which you saw Sersi being pulled into, who grabbed a very flustered Ikaris to join her.

You always stood off to the side and watched as couples joined into the dance with a sad expression on your features, wishing you had someone like that to dance with. To laugh and smile as your bodies were intertwined by limbs and harmonies.

You scanned your eyes amongst the crowd and watched people laugh and engage in conversation. It made you happy to see all the humans having a good time, someone had to right? Your eyes then saw Druig across the way and your heart skipped a beat. You have had a crush, as Sersi would call it, on him since you practically arrived on earth. You couldn’t really explain why you liked him so much, It was for different reasons. Maybe it was his dark hair and blue eyes, or maybe the compassion for humans he had. Either way you cared deeply for him, but you knew it was one sided.

You watched as Makkari appeared next to him in a flash and your heart sank at the smile he sent her. You can’t really make out what she's signing exactly but it makes Druig smile even wider as he talks with her. You almost feel like someone has taken your heart out and thrown it into the void, but not before stabbing it right in front of you. It was clear to you now seeing him interacting with her. Of course he would be in love with Makkari. How could he not be? She was brave, strong and smart. You however didn’t really see yourself that way, even if you were this grate Eternal.

Kingo suntured up to your side and you didn’t notice his presence until he bumped your shoulder with his. You jumped a little at the contact and turned your head to see him.

“Woah sorry, was I interrupting a deep thought there?” he questioned teasingly.

“No, just admiring the atmosphere.” a blush creeps up on your cheeks and you hope he doesn't noticed. ‘uh huh’ he wigglys his eye brows at you. He holds up a cup to you, taking it you nod in thanks.

“Thanks,” you take a sip. A taste of wine hits your tounge.

“Are you sure you weren’t admiring a certain tall dark haired, blue eyed jerk?” he jabs.

You almost choke on your drink at his words and your eyes widen. So he did notice you staring at Druig. Grate, here comes Kingos mockery or worse he was going to go gossip to Sprite and then you'd never get peace.

“I wasn’t looking at Druig.” You mumble into your cup, taking another sip.

“I think its cute you have a little crush on him,” he says. “Even if he is an ass, you should tell him how you feel.”

You shake your head.

“That's a horrible idea.” you say.

“Why? We don’t know how much longer were going to be here.” He offers.

As much as he was probably right, you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of being right. You all didn’t know when Arishem would contact Ajak to let you all know when you were going home. After all the Deviants were now defeated and the humans were safe.

“I can’t! he likes Makkari anyways.” You pointed out.

You couldn’t help but look back at the pair again. It made tears well up in your eyes thinking about how you’ll never have something like that with someone, let alone with Druig. Druig pulls Makkari into a side hug before she zips off again. He looks out and sees you and Kingo staring at him and his eyes meet yours for a moment. Your breath catches in your throat and you tear your gaze away as a tear slipped down your cheek. You hopped that he couldn’t tell you were crying. You didn’t want Kingo to see you get all worked up either so you shook your head and bit back tears.

You suddenly had an epiphany. You looked down at the cup Kingo had handed you, swirling the liquid inside you sighed and began to lift the cup up to your lips and tilting your head back, downing the alcohol.

Bottoms up. you thought.

If you could just forget about your crush for one night. Forget Druig for one night maybe you could finally get over your dumb fantsy.

The taste of berries filled your tongue and the bittersweet flavor ran down your throat. It began to cloud your mind as you drank. Kingo watched in horror as you took only a few gulps and finished your cup. You let out a small hiccup and he raises his eyebrows at you.

“Hey, take it easy there.” he warns, holding his hand out to you.

“I'm fine.” you tell him.

You push past him in search of another drink and he is hot on your tail.

You found Gilgamesh holding a bottle when he put it down at the table he was seated at and you rushed over. picking it up you pour yourself a glass and chug that whole cup.

“Y/n, I don’t think this is such a good idea.”

Kingo advised.

Kingo considered you one of his closest friends, a sister even so he hated seeing you in distress. He wanted to help you in any way he could but he wasn’t sure what to do with your sudden burst of wanting to get completely drunk. He watched you drink and drink at least six cups of Gils special wine he made for these occasions. You were completely intoxicated at this point and everything looked blurry and you felt dizzy.

When you went to get one more cup Kingo finally stepped in and took it from your hand just before you brought it up to your lips. You pouted at him and whined.

“okay y/n/n, I think you’ve had enough for one night.” he warned. Pulling the cup away from your hands that were making grabbing motions for it as he was holding above your head out of your reach.

“Common Kingo, I just want one more glass!” You grumble still reaching for it.

“no! you've had enough.” he states firmly. “We should get you back to the Domo, you're super drunk right now.”

“Don’t be silly mister, I'm as sober as priest!” you slurred.

You were swaying around and you almost fell on your butt a few times. Kingo had put the cup down and you’re reaching up and poking his cheek with your pointer finger. Kingo huffs as he takes both your hands in his and pulls them away.

“Okay now Im definitely taking you to Ajak.” he starts pulling you along but you stop him.

“No!” you say frowning. “I wanna dance.”

He tries to keep tugging you in the direction he last saw Ajak but he doesn’t want to somehow end up hurting you.

“let's go dance!”

You pull him into the circle of people dancing to an upbeat rhythm. You let go of his hands and you're swaying to the beat on flimsy legs. As you moved around it almost looked like a baby faun learning to walk on its legs for the first time. You didn’t care. Your mind was too hazy to care about the eyes staring at you and the concerns as you let the music engulf your soul. It felt like you were on auto pilot, like you didn’t have control over anything but you did at the same time.

Sometimes later you were walking around on your own, pretty much making a fool out of yourself. At some point in the night you had taken off your shoes and were now dancing around barefoot. Kingo had lost you about fifteen minutes ago when he got distracted by a couple of maidens who wanted his attention. You didn’t care though you just kept dancing around not caring about anything around you.

You kept spinning around until your back was flush against something, or someone. You smiled dopily up at the person as your hand found its way into their hair. Your eyes were closed as you felt them put their hands on your hips firmly. It tickled you slightly and it made you squirm against the persons chest. The padded armor digging into your back as it arched against them.

“Kingo,” you giggle.

“Not quite.” the voice answered. You open your eyes and tried to adjust them. A pair of blue eyes instead of brown ones stared into yours. It was Druig, you smiled lazily and turned around throwing your arms around his neck. You’re completely unaware you were in your crushes arms who broke your heart every time you saw him.

“Druig!” You exclaimed.

He stands there looking at you with confusion as you’re swaying in his arms with a dopey grin on your face as you trip once more and now flush against him with your chest to his.

“What has gotten into you tonight little dove?” he hums.

“Well, I had this many cups of Gils wine and now I feel so grate.” You held up your hand and lifted four fingers in front of his face while you talked. If that were true there's no way you’d be this drunk with any other wine, but with Gilgamesh's special wine that he made if the Eternals ever wanted to get drunk, you would be hammered in minutes.

“Sounds to me like your drunk little one,” he raises his eyebrows.

“Im not drunk,” you frown.

“Oh yeah? what’s 34 x56?” He smirks.

you ponder for a moment and struch your nose not a second later, a sign that you gave up on the thought.

“Pfft, you know I hate math Druig!” You say waving your hand. He chuckles mostly to himself at your antics. Druig wasn’t sure what to do but as he stood there with you in his arms, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of comfort having you be this close to him. As you rambled on about something completely random, Kingo found you came over and widened his eyes at the sight before him.

“Y/n! i've been looking all over for you.” he says.

“Kingo!” you shout. “Ive just been talking with Druig you know he's a good listener?”

He looks between you both a little stund to see you clinging to Druig.

“Did you have more to drink even though I told you not too?”

“I only had four more, besides I'm busy with Druig.”

“Im taking you to bed missy.”

Kingo reaches to pry you off of Druig and when he does you break out of Kingos hold and wrap your arms around Druig‘s torso and smile contently, Burying your face in his neck. You can’t see but Druig is blushing profusely at your actions and Kingo has an amused look on his face. Druig glares daggers at Kingo when his snicker catches his ears.

“Don’t. say. a. word.” Druig warns at a still smirking Kingo.

“I'm gonna go find, Ajak stay here.” he informs him. Taking off now you and Druig are left alone again.

“You know you’re my favorite person?” You look up.

Druigs heart beat speeds up at this. He knows he doesn’t get along with everyone in the team. Sprite annoyings him, he thinks ikaris is an arrogant ass. Everyone else he kinda tolerates, but you and Makkari he’s found to care for the most. Makkari always seems to know what hes thinking before he even knows it and they had grown a close friendship. You however, you always had this soft disposition about you everyone seemed to gravitate towards. So for you to say hes your favorite person brings something to the surface of his feelings to you.

He just blinks back at you speechless, his thoughts falter for a moment thinking maybe because your mind was so clouded you didn’t really know what you were saying. One look at your doe eyes stops his rambling brain.

“You have the most pretty eyes,” you suddenly say, causing him to blush once more. You smile noticing this.

“You’re so cute when you blush,” you giggle.

After a minute or so of you making the brooding eternal turn a deep scarlet.

Kingo comes back with Ajak followed by Gilgamesh, Sprite and Sersi. They all crowded around you both with amused smirks seeing you being so cuddly around Druig holding him like a life line.

“I see the problem.” Ajak speaks.

“How is it even possible that she's drunk?.” Sprite asks.

“I made it that way on purpose, just for fun if we ever wanted to know what it was like to get drunk like humans do, although I didn’t think ” Gilgamesh says.

Ajak lifts his hands in the air as gold sybols appear on her finger tips, she walks towards you and reaches up to your head. She places her finger tips on your temples and your eyes roll back and you pass out. You go slump in Druigs arms as he catches you. He places his arm under you legs and swopes you up cradling you against his chest.

“Im sorry she was so cligy to you Druig but that just happens to be the side affects.” Gilgamesh shurgs. “I'll take her back to the Domo”

Gilgamesh makes a move to take you from Druig but a protectiveness lurches up from him before he realizes.

“No it's okay, I can take her back to the Domo.” Druig’s tone is a little possessive. When everyone gives him a confused look he realizes and clears his throat.

“All right..” Gill shrugs.

Everyone looks at him befuddled with wanting to take care of you. Ajak just watches him with a knowing look as he maneuvers carefully past the group and makes a beeline to the starship.

He reached your room without runing into any of the other Eternals. Thankfully. He laid you down on the bed, your sandals were still vacant from your feet and he didn’t even want to think about undressing you so you stayed in your festival robes. He pulled the covers over your body and tucked you in, brushing a stay piece of hair out of your eyes.

You stirred at the touch and your eyes blinked open looking up at him softly. Druig was about to leave when you snatched his wrist. He looked back at you and your eyes were now pleading for him.

“will you stay?” you muttered your mind was still fuzzy but slowly coming back.

He nodded and moved so he was against your headboard and you laid your head on his peck and snuggled into him.

“You know I cared about you?” you mumbled, sleep taking over your mind.

He inhaled as you said that. No one has ever said anything like that to him in all his years. Again he wasn’t sure if it was because you were still so intoxicated or if it was making you speak your mind for once. You were always so shy when it came to talking, its not like you were quiet around Kingo thought, it took you time to warm up to everyone, but with Druig you seemed the most shy around. Deep in his heart he wanted that to be true, wanted you to care for him the same way he did. But he was terrible at expressing his feelings and others. With Makkari it was easy because she got alone well with him and the two shared a close bond.

When she came up to him tonight, she saw he was staring at you from across the hall. She teased him about it, saying how obvious he was being, but you were too occupied with the

He watched as you fell into a deep slumber a soft smile on your lips. He soon too fell asleep with you in his arms.

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the next morning you woke up with a throbbing headache. You were confused as you took in your surroundings. You were in bed but still in your same clothes from the party last night. Feeling warmth beneath you it took you a second to realize someone was holding you. Panic ran through your brain as you thought about last night. You got so drunk last night you can’t remember a thing. You slowly sat up trying not to wake the person and when you saw who it was, you're jaw dropped.

Druig was sleeping and snoring softly against your headboard. You sat up more and your mind raced. What the hell did this mean exactly? Then you thought the worst thing was you had slept with him last night. As small anxiety attack bilt Druig was waking up due to your movement. He saw you in a panic state and he reached out to put an arm on your shoulder.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked, breaking you out of your trance.

“What the hell happened last night?” you responded.

“You got pretty drunk last night and I took you back to your room and made sure you were okay,” he explains. “You asked me to stay, so I did.”

You were so confused.

“Did anything else happen… like between us?…” you motion your finger between you and his eyes widen and cheeks turn bright red, knowing exactly what you were implying.

“No, no, of course not, you did say some things though..” he trails off.

That caught your attention. You looked at him mortified and a feeling settled in your stomach, the nerves building up again. You prayed to arishem you didn’t say anything you’ll regret or worse.

“What exactly did I say?”

He shrugged and looked right into your eyes.

“Just that, you cared about me and…”

He kept trailing off like he didn’t want to tell you, like some sort of secret.

“You kept complmenting me, whatever, Its not like you meant it, you were drunk.” he brushed it off.

You thought, now or never.

“What if i did?” you voiced.

“what?”

“mean those things…”

There was pause.

“Then what If i told you I felt the same?”

Your breath hitched. You could hear your own heartbeat in your ears and a blush creep up your cheeks. Could it be true? All this time pining over Druig you thought he could never love you the same way but here he was, in your bed as both of you stared at each other. A deep feeling of confession sat on your tongue as he moved closer to you, his knees now touching your tucked legs. But it quickly went away and you slumped when you remembered last night.

“Yeah but you love Makkari.” You say.

He looks taken back at your words. Like you just slapped him and he frowns.

“I don’t love Makkari like that. We're just friends.”

“Then how come you two were talking last night? laughing and smiling you're always so close and off to the side together!” You accuse.

“She was trying to give me advice, get me to talk to you. She knew that I liked you and knew Id never have the courage to admit my true feelings for you!” He explains.

Now you felt stupid. You mentally hit your head. How could you be so quick to assume that they were together. You regret even mentioning Makkari as you’re sure you’ve ruined any chance you thought you had with the mind controler.

Druig searched your face as you sat there deep in thought. He took your hands resting on your lap into his and rubbed your knuckles with his thumbs. It took you right out of your trance and you gazed into his blue eyes as he spoke from his heart.

“I have cared about you since we arrived on this planet… and I didn’t realize my feelings until last night, when I saw you talking with Kingo I just felt this rage buildup inside me and I didn’t want him near you, I wanted to be the one laughing and standing next to you.” He took a deep breath and closed his eyes trying to calm himself down. He's waited so long to finally get you alone and tell you this for so long and now he's had the courage to finally do it and it scares him.

“I don’t want to lose you, ever. And I know Im not as strong as the others or-“

You thought it was cute that he was nervous and rambling, but you couldn’t bear to hear him talk himself down like that. You took his face in your hands and forced him to look you in the eyes and he immediately stopped. His heart sped up when you leaned your forehead to his.

He was so much more than anything you could hope for and you told him that. You could see his face light up with your admirational comments. You wanted to tell him over and over how special he was, not just as a person but to you as well.

“I care about you too.” you say tearfully, a small smile grazing your lips and he sighs.

“I'm sorry for assuming you liked Makkari, I should’ve just seen that you two were nothing more than friends but I was just so jealous!” You say.

“You never have to apologize my love, especially to me.” He professed.

“And you sir never have to be anything more than yourself. I love you for everything you are.” You gush. There's a dopey smile on his face when you finish and he can’t take it anymore. the love he had for you was erupting more in his chest and he leaned forward and captured your lips with his in a soft kiss. You pulled you closer by the waist. You laughed into his mouth and he smiled against your lips as everything you’ve both wanted to say pours into this kiss. You were never felt so happy in your existence that Druig was finally yours and you were his.

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a/n: Ive never been drunk before.. soo I hope I did good lol! Please let me know what you thought!

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Thena and Gil are filming a movie with Eros this time. Eros still doesn’t like Gil and finds a perfect time to take revenge! Gil and Eros have a fighting scene and Eros takes the chance to “accidentally“ hit Gil really hard at his temple causing him to loose consciousness for a few seconds. When Gil regains consciousness again he is really angry at Eros and his reckless behavior but lucky for our snob Thena is here to hold Gil back before it could escalate😈

"And...action!"

It was pretty basic choreography. Blow for blow, it was Gil vs. Eros. Not that everyone thought a fist fight between the two of them would necessarily translate the right way on screen. But Gil's character had thus far sustained a few injuries, he was at the end of several other fights he had faced.

Eros didn't really appreciate being told that he didn't seem like he would be able to fight Gil realistically, but that was beside the point.

Gil swung a few times, Eros managing to dodge and deflect them. There were a few hits that would be faked for the camera, but they had both practised how to make them look as believable as possible.

They had promos and interview to do! They couldn't go damaging the goods.

"Easy, old man," Eros taunted as he leaned out of another punch. "Don't want to pull your back!"

Gil was 'panting', some fake blood already applied to his arms and some bruising and scratches just faint enough to be a nice subtle touch. He huffed, "don't push your luck, kid."

Eros cracked his knuckles, the large signet ring on his pinkie indicating the allegiance of his character. He pulled back his fist and wound up.

The sound of the ring meeting Gil's head was deafening.

"Gil!" Thena sprang up from the side of the sound stage. Under any other circumstance she would never display such unprofessional behaviour. But she leapt from her chair.

Gilgamesh swayed a little, completely dizzied by the punch. He touched his temple where it landed, where there was a sizable welt growing, as well as blood that was not special effects. "Shit."

"Cut!"

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Thena rushed onto stage, pushing grips and gaffers alike out of her way. She leaned close to Gil, who swayed right into her. "Are you okay?"

He grunted, but his attempts to stand upright didn't go as planned.

"Gil, mate, I'm so sorry, are you all right?"

Thena would glare at him if she weren't supporting most of Gil's weight as much as she possibly could. "Gil, it's okay, just sit down."

"I'm fine," he groaned, obviously not fine.

"Gil," Thena tried again to calm him, running her fingers through his hair.

He put his hand on her back, but he pulled his head up from her shoulder, glaring at Eros behind her, "what the fuck?"

"I really am sorry," Eros professed, putting his hand to his heart and everything. "Honestly, I didn't-"

"I took the time to work on this shit with you," Gil huffed at him, squinting with the eye closest to where he got hit, "just for you to wide swing and hit me in the face?"

"Gil," Eros held his hands out, taking a step back as Gil took an even more aggravated step forward.

"Gil," Thena said gently, pushing against his chest. "I know, but I need you to sit down right now."

Gil swayed a few more times, flush with adrenaline. "You get away with a lot of shit, man, but this-"

"Gil," she repeated, still working on trying to get him to sit down and take a breath. "Hey, look at me."

Gil moved his squinted eye from the man he wanted to punch right with the face. He looked at Thena, who was still somewhat holding him up. "Thena, I'm okay."

"You're not," she shook her head, tipping his chin at her. "You are almost certainly concussed, and that's nothing to say of the black eye you're going to have."

Gil did sigh faintly as Thena's soft skinned and cool fingers touched his temple. "This sucks, though--we have to get this scene shot."

"Not with an injury like this," Thena broke the news to him, even making a face as she watched the swelling on his face begin to protrude.

"Thena-"

"I think Thena's right, mate," Eros added, which the entirety of the room could have told him was a stupid choice.

Gil made one more feint of a lunge at him, spooking Eros just for the fun of it. He chuckled, letting Thena press her hand to his chest to keep him in place. Although she didn't remove it afterward either, so really she just had her hand over his heart.

Thena put her (other) hand on Gil's cheek, "we're done for the day."

The director inched forward from the shadows, "uh, we?"

"Come on," she coaxed him back to his chair at first, leading him with her hand on his peck and letting him lean on her.

Gil peeked out from the crook of Thena's neck at Eros behind them. He couldn't wink with his bad eye, but he couldn't resist smirking a little as he nestled back into Thena's hair and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"You poor thing," Thena whispered, running her hand over his cheek as she helped him sit.

"Thena, you know you can't really take the day off, right?"

"What about him?" Gil sighed as she gave him a sip of her water, and then pressed the bottle to his temple.

Thena didn't even look over at Eros, still hovering around nervously at the edges of things. "Don't worry about him. We're going to get you checked out and then we'll head home."

Maybe he usually wouldn't, but Gil nuzzled in more, his head on Thena's shoulder, letting her run her fingers through his hair. If he could purr, he would.

If he couldn't actually hit Eros back, this would have to do.

#Thenamesh Actors AU #Eros is such a little prick #gets away with anything because he's young and has that hair #he clips Gil in the head #and Gil is concussed #he goes to the hospital and they're like #we see you a lot huh #Gil's like I don't wanna talk about it #can I go home with my wife or what?#Gil loves rubbing his closeness with Thena in Eros' face #usually he doesn't but y'know what? fuck it #that little asshole hits him in the face?#Gil is so cuddly with Thena #she dotes on him all afternoon #Eros goes to see Gil to apologise and Thena answers the door #he has an aneurysm on the spot

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Essential Avengers: Avengers #314: "Along Came A Spider..."

February, 1990

Guest-Starring the Amazing SPIDER-MAN! INTO THE VOID!

The world has apparently been replaced by a void but yet the headline is "Spider-Man hangs out with Avengers"?

Weird priorities, cover text and also title of issue.

Jarvis is on the cover but doesn't get a "guest-starring Edwin Jarvis" caption? That's BS!

Anyway.

Last times in Avengers: just a whole bunch of stuff. Atlantis Attacks and Acts of Vengeance back to back. Avengers Island sank and the grounds of Avengers Park suffered significant damage.

The Avengers have given up on the whole island headquarters thing, despite having only just moved into it. They're moving back to Avengers Park where the old Avengers Mansion was located. And they're gonna make it bigger this time!

(It was already variably big so whatever.)

Iron Man lands and invites himself into the conversation that Cap is having with I guess the construction foreman.

The guy, Mr. Withers, thinks they'll need blasting permits to expand the sub-structure like the Avengers want. But Iron Man ironsplains that the additions fit pretty closely to what's already there.

Despite abandoning the original Avengers Mansion site and moving the whole mansion to Avengers Island, all the original sub-basements were maintained, including plumbing and electrical. So that part of the new HQ construction job is already done.

He knows because Tony Stark told him, wink.

Captain America has a similar reaction that "New" Iron Man got with the West Coast Avengers.

Gosh, he certainly knows everything Tony Stark knows. And Cap knows that Iron Man was Tony Stark. But the original Iron Man supposedly died after Armor Wars. But Tony Stark is still around. And now there's a supposedly new Iron Man.

But if "new" Iron Man is Tony, why won't he admit it to his good pals?

Anyway, Thor takes a giant ball of debris from the site to deposit in a government land-fill in New Jersey.

There might be proprietary technology mixed in so they'll have to sort through it all but the land-fill will let them keep it out of the way but still under guard.

Mr. Withers: "Wow! Y'know, I've read about Thor, even seen him onna TV..." Iron Man: "But up close he does kind of take your breath away. I know. And you know something, Withers? You just never get used to it!"

Cap, overhearing this exchange: HM BUT IF YOU WERE A NEW IRON MAN, YOU'D HAVE BARELY BEEN AROUND THOR AT ALL.

Tony, just confide in your damn friends so they don't stand around =_= at you all day.

Since Iron Man somehow knows everything about the sub-basements, Captain America decides to head off on a mission of his own.

With his pilot, John Jameson and the newly fixed Quinjet. Yes, the one that crashed during Acts of Vengeance has been made like new.

I suppose if Quinjets get destroyed as often as they have been, it saves money to repair what can be.

Cap's mission?

Recruitment!

Cap has John hover outside Sersi's apartment so he can go inside and proposition her.

No, not like that.

Sersi is decorating for Christmas. While Eternals aren't really down with Buddy Christ, Sersi also doesn't let a good excuse to party pass her by.

She also wants to bang Cap probably but he's here on business. Between the Negative Zone trip and her help in Atlantis Attacks and y'know, there is an Eternal vacancy since that Gilgamesh guy went on medical leave... Sersi, will you join the Avengers?

Meanwhile, Thor is carrying the large garbage ball New Jerseyward when suddenly the world goes photo-negative and he drops the dang thing.

And as unluck would have it? He dropped it right over a school!

Dangit, Thor!

Thor yells at the mortals to scatter but realizes that when the ball drops, its going to shotgun razor sharp shrapnel everywhere.

His only other thought is to hit the ball with Mjolnir, which solves a lot of problems but wouldn't this time. It'd just knock it down faster.

But then a wonderful sound: thwiiippt!

And then vvrrooosh!

Tethered by something, instead of hitting the playground, the ball of garbage swings like a pendulum.

This gives Thor the opportunity to throw Mjolnir from a lower vantage point. Throw it so hard it embeds in the ball. Then he hops the fence, books it to a big, clear area, and summons Mjolnir (and the garbage ball) back to himself.

He catches it, pulls out Mjolnir, and sets the garbage sphere down.

A guy: "Wow! Thor... That was somethin' else!!" Thor: "Verily? What was it then, I wonder?"

Thor is down with modern slang.

Thor calls Spider-Man to come out, since he recognized his webbing tethering the trash orb.

He asks if the wall-crawler also felt the world go photo-negative.

And not in the exact same way, no. But something made his spider-sense scream at him.

Thor realizes that this is bigger than a giant ball of garbage so he abandons that where he set it down. And tells Spider-Man they need to get to Avengers HQ like now!

Spider-Man: "But... But I'm not an Avenger...?? Thor...?"

Oh, Spider-Man! You act like you've never been dragged into a crossover or guest star spot before!

And I know you have.

Meanwhile, at Sersi's apartment, both Sersi and Captain America felt the photo-negativity too.

Cap describes it as feeling like "my whole head had turned inside out" and it is very alarming that Sersi felt the same. If it floored too strong people like them, what are normal peeps feeling?

No, really, what are normal peeps feeling? In the Thor drops garage scene, we only see people reacting in fear to the giant garbage drop, not being floored by photo-negativity.

But over with Cap and Sersi, pilot John Jameson is so affected he can't fly the Quinjet and Cap has to budge him over to take the controls.

John Jameson: "Awful. As if... something had got inside me and turned every cell in my body upside down. I haven't felt anything like it since I was freed of the curse that used to transform me into the Man-Wolf!"

Okay, so, John is/was a super-powered weirdo too. Maybe its only affected superheroes and adjacent people.

(Also, Sersi decided to join the Avengers, at least in regards to this newest crisis. And she molecularly shifts her duds into a fur-lined version of her green swimsuit costume.)

The scene shift proves me wrong. All the construction crew have been knocked a loop by the whatsit. Which Vision (oh, hi, Vision) calls "some kind of flux, an atomic inversion."

And Vision's robot ears can hear thousands of people around the park moaning in pain. So the effect is widespread.

Iron Man himself is about as weak as the normal construction dudes but his armor is keeping him upright and moving.

Captain America and co arrive, reporting that the inversion effect was as widespread as Sersi's apartment.

Iron Man: "That's bad. As an Eternal, she's in complete mental control of every atom of her body at all times. For her to be hit..." Sersi: "... The effect must have been most powerful and insidious."

A good reason to have a super-powerful character on a superhero team is not just for how good they can beat people up. But so they can feel disturbances in the Force and go 'guys, shit is BAD.'

Meanwhile, the PolyDyne Lab with Professor Harker and Nebula.

Nebula in her generic blonde lady disguise and the professor are also woozied by the photo-negativity. The professor calls it an unexpected glitch but can't explain why it happened.

Nebula: "Old fool! Your so-called compressor holds the key to vast power, and you tell me now there are things about it you cannot predict?"

She calls her Rigellian henchman, Gunthar, who is in a spaceship orbiting Earth and wow, geez, he was knocked out by the effect too.

It's widespread enough to affect orbit!

Damn, Professor Harker!

Scratch that, Gunthar checked the sub-space communications grid and the effect actually covered AT LEAST the entire galaxy!

Damn, Professor Harker! You've moved up from blowing up your own house.

Nebula changes gears from yelling at Harker to being impressed how powerful the compressor is. She has Gunthar (that is such a penguin name) calculate the full extent of the effect.

Gunthar: "I have already done so, my lady... But I cannot believe my findings! According to the automatic scanners, at the precise moment the Earthling Harker's compressor reached within .0000000000000000001 percent of its maximum efficiency... the entire universe flashed out of existence!"

Holy shit!

Nebula is surprised that she stumbled assbackwards into such a source of power. So is Starfox, who is lurking in secret on Gunthar's ship.

He had no idea Nebula would come so close to becoming as powerful as Thanos or that Starfox would find it so difficult to stop her.

(Hey, Eros, a thought? Just blow up the PolyDyne facility. Duh.)

Gunthar cautions Nebula that while blinking the universe out of existence IS neat and it seems safe to continue testing, some undefined, mysterious "he" might be aggroed by all this and then bad things.

Back at Avengers Subbasement Serving As Headquarters Until The Mansion Gets Rebuilt, Captain America and Vision contact the West Coast Avengers.

Hank Pym confirms that the photo-negativity atomic inversion effect was even felt as far as California.

Hm. I think this scene contacting the West Coast Avengers should have gone before we learned the effect went as far as THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE. Learning that it affected California is a bit of a 'no shit' situation. The Avengers are behind the audience.

(Also, I wonder when this is happening in conjunction with the Evil Scarlet Witch stuff. That arc happens right after Acts of Vengeance and nobody fell over shouting 'OW, MY ATOMS!' so I have to assume this is after all of that.)

Sersi finishes her psychic scan and reports that everyone on Earth felt the same effect.

Vision extrapolates that such a widespread effect MUST be outside the four fundamental forces.

I don't follow his logic but it's leading him in the right direction.

Vision: "In effect, something which cancelled out those forces." Wasp: "Canceled as in...?" Dr Pym: "That's impossible, Vision. if the four forces binding our universe together were to be cancelled..." Vision: "... The universe would cease to exist. Which is precisely what seems to have happened, Dr. Pym."

Wow, Vision. You really logiced your way into exactly what is happening.

Now the Avengers aren't behind the audience so much.

Hank guesses "the only thing that could really pack enough power to achieve the effect would be another universe encroaching on our plane of existence!"

Huh. He predicted Secret Wars (2015) way before it happened.

Captain America recalls that the Fantastic Four encountered the Beyonder or someone similar recently and wonders if the photo-negativity is a prelude to another Beyonder invasion.

Hank doesn't want to think about that. And unfortunately, there isn't enough data to make a good theory on the cause. They have no choice but to wait for it to happen again and hope that it doesn't.

Back at the PolyDyne lab, Nebula starts shouting at the lab people, telling them to start up the compressor again.

Nebula: "That was nearly it! That was the ultimate power I seek!!"

A goggled lab man protests the flux was a totally unanticipated effect and Professor Harker backs him up. BECAUSE. His calculations indicated something like this could happen... he just didn't tell anyone because it would have gotten in the way of him getting funding.

You dipshit!

YOU CALCULATED THE UNIVERSE MIGHT BLINK OUT OF EXISTENCE AND YOU BUILT THE MACHINE ANYWAY?

Go to your room!

Nebula is equally angry in the opposite direction.

Nebula: "You dare speak so to the granddaughter of Thanos? I have crossed and recrossed the universe seeking a source of energy that would elevate me to the position of power and fear he once commanded! I shall not be frustrated now!"

Two of the lab workers briefly discuss what the hell Nebula's deal is. She wasn't part of the deal between PolyDyne and Professor Harker. So either she was Harker's secret benefactor all along... or she's nuts.

GUYS. SHE'S NUTS. She's talking about ultimate power and Thanos! Someone pull the plug!

Starfox shows himself to Gunthar and knocks the Rigellian out with a judicious application of his PLEASURE POWER.

You're not beating the creepy powers allegation yet, Starfox.

He takes over the radio and tries to contact the Avengers but gets choked out by another of Nebula's minions before he can get further than "Starfox calling the Avengers!"

Jarvis does report to the Avengers that Starfox tried to contact them.

Sersi: "Eros? Of the Eternals of Titan? What's wrong...?" Captain America: "Easy, Sersi. I know your own race of Eternals is distantly related to the dwellers of the Saturnian moon, but there may not be anything to get upset about here..."

Jesus, Cap.

She's thousands of years older than you. Give her some credit for controlling her emotions. Reflexive sexism isn't a good look on you.

Jarvis backs up Sersi's worry because Starfox was unable to complete the transmission before it was cut off. And because of the way it was cut off, Jarvis guesses Eros didn't cut the connection but was stopped.

Captain America checks and sees that the Subbasement's communications equipment managed to track the signal to beyond the orbit of the Moon.

Iron Man suspects that it must have something to do with the current crisis. He interfaces with the Subbasement's computers to run the data through his armor systems.

Cap once again =_= at Iron Man and thinks he's AWFULLY familiar with all the Avengers equipment. Could Tony REALLY have briefed a completely new guy so thoroughly?

Tony, just TELL them. God.

Iron Man finishes tracking the signal and takes Vision to go check it out.

As those two tear out, Thor and Spider-Man tear in.

Spider-Man wonders if they should go with Iron Man and Vision, wherever they're going. But Thor says nay because they didn't come all the way to Avengers Subbasement to NOT find out what's going on.

They arrive just in time to get hit by back to back photo-negativity.

I don't know why but the idea that briefly not existing hurts like hell is kind of funny to me.

The Avengers are blinking in and out of existence and fuck ow. Their atoms don't like it!

I don't know what effect that would have realistically because what here is realistic? But if I had to guess an effect, I'd guess... mostly mental effects. Confusion, dread, stuff like that. But, no. It hurrrrrrts.

Even though the Avengers were waiting for another flux, now that they've gotten three in a row, the Subbasement's instruments can't tell them anything substantive.

Cap asks Sersi if she can do anything about this barrage of not existing.

She grants that hypothetically it is something she can do.

As an Eternal, she controls every atom in her body by force of will. And of the Eternals, she is the most skilled at molecular transmutation.

Hypothetically, she should be able to protect all the atoms in this room from the effect.

Even though another flux comes while she's preparing, Sersi holds strong and successfully protects the room.

Sersi: "Whatever force this is, I shall not let it master me! I am Sersi! I am an Eternal born! I... WILL... NOT... FAIL!"

But... even though she succeeded, Spider-Man notices something very odd on the external security feed.

As in, there is no outside anymore.

Universe gone.

What a place to end an issue!

Gotta laugh at Spider-Man seeing a blank monitor and (correctly) leaping to the conclusion that the universe broke rather than that the monitor did.

Also, gotta laugh at Sersi choosing now to still keep being horny for Cap. I have no idea how she ended up with Black Knight instead. No offense to Dane but some offense to Dane.

Next week, more Evil Scarlet Witch.

I'm getting excited about Avengers (East Coast) again. It's been kind of spinning its wheels during Byrne's run and then back to back events. But I'm looking forward to seeing where this one is going. And the other book has Evil Scarlet Witch so at least I have one book that I'm excited to read.

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conclush · 2 years

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Thena Headcanons

pairing . ִ ་ ˖ ʿ ִֶָ ׄ Thena x Fem!Reader

summary . ִ ་ ˖ ʿ ִֶָ ׄ hc for our goddess

warnings . ִ ་ ˖ ʿ ִֶָ ׄ random hc??

an: finally I'm back from resting but I'll be doing slow updates

masterlist

When you had met thena she was very quiet at first but secretly she would stare at you when a mute eternal had finally notice this tension makkari quickly had signed you that thena is secretly looking at you she tried teasing you while you brushed off that feeling because you know thena has definitely a crush on gilgamesh.

The first thing thena loved is that how you both made your first move . . . yeah no first one just at the same time thena and you said it at the same time you both laugh at the reaction of each other she would've never forget that moment.

As centuries and many centuries went by after the prime eternal had decided for all of you to go on your ways and had a 'life' maybe you couldn't help but feel broken after gilgamesh decided to go with thena so he could protect her from having a mahd wy'ry you wanted to be with her as well but you decided to join makkari so she wouldn't be alone but soon after you chosen to see the world as well as the other's makkari agreed and you both gotten so close since..well everything she had help you with you're feelings with thena and she made you feel like a sister if that's what humans called and you finally began you're journey.

After the events of Ajak died you were totally mournfully but you were glad that thena was with there with you helping you through grief she was upset also but she needed to act strong and cold for the sake of the others eternals.

As a human you couldn't take you're eyes off to a certain blonde woman that is staring at you're plants her smiles and when you gave her you're name you could feel butterflies on you're stomach when you're name is rolled off her mouth it made you blushed everytime she talked to you.

Thena isn't a jealous person well that's what she thought she isn't jealous when the other eternals would interact with you or just have a talk except for Druig and Ikaris she made sure they would never try to hit on the goddess of war girlfriend she even got jealous on your plushie but you always made fun of her and teasing her however you made her sure that she's the only one that had caught you're eyes.

When making love thena is always going soft on you, praising you giving you such a sweet words after that lovely moment of yours she would cover you with her favorite white satin blanket and cover you with them.

Aftercare is always would be yours each other favorite she would gave you a lot of kisses on you're face and hold you tightly like she would never let you go for eternity.

She’s very protective of the ones she cares about, specially with you.

When she wanted to have a date with you she would first come to gilgamesh to teach her to how to cook or baking, when she first cooked for you, you fall for her definitely it's so delicious that you kept complimenting her she blushed away.

Thena would be insecure and stress of her having a Mahd Wy'ry you would be always be there for her whenever she needed someone or when she wants you.

(don't be dirty mind😐👍)

Thena love you with her morning, seeing you wake up from your sleep and giving her morning kisses.

Then she would see you cooking staring at you're back, observing you for a moment she would hug you from behind giving some kisses around your neck.

She found herself deeply in love with you.

an: sorry if that's is short my updates would be slow so I'm so very sorry for that.

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taran-chan · 1 year

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the blues and then purple-pink skies Thena/Gilgamesh; Oneshot; AU

A sequel to "time, mystical time" It’s been a month since their first conversation on the bus, how are Thena and Gilgamesh doing?

Sprite

Sprite looks at her watch then pokes her head inside Thena’s office.

“Doctor, there are a few more outpatients waiting.”

Thena looks up, narrowing her eyes at her for a moment, then says, “Liar.”

“Yep, just bluffing with ya,” she grins, “Let’s go have dinner.”

They quickly change and go to the elevator, Sprite walks with a spring on her steps all the way. She doesn’t have night duty today, and because they’re both tired of cafeteria food so they decide to eat out. While they’re waiting for the elevator, she notices Thena typing away on her phone. With a knowing look, she harrumphs loudly.

“Sooooo… Aren’t you going to meet with your detective today?”

Thena’s reaction is better than she expected. She turns the screen away, pretending to check the ends of her hair and avoiding Sprite’s eyes.

“He has to work today.”

“But he will be here after work?” She blinks innocently, “And you’re texting to tell him your work is done so he can come anytime?”

“Shut up,” Thena makes a beeline inside the metal box as soon as it opens. Lucky for Sprite, there isn’t anyone else but them so she gets the chance to be cheeky with her mentor for a little longer.

“You two have gone on like, what, three dates? How are you still not going home with each other?”

“Sprite!”

“What?” She laughs.

“Those…are not dates. We simply went to eat together, the last time you were there too.”

“God, stop lying to yourself,” Sprite rolls her eyes, “If the waiter hadn’t brought our food out in time, you would have sucked on each other’s faces.”

“I’m still your mentor, you know,” Thena crosses her arms, “Watch your language.”

“Yeah, yeah, Doctor.”

They’re about to go out when Thena finds out she’s left her car keys behind, so Sprite waits in the lobby while she runs back to her office. The life of a first-year resident isn’t really a blast so recently she’s been investing in the love life of her mentor, the most feared and also the best doctor in neurosurgery at Eternal, with the Scotland Yard detective as intimidating as a bear, whom she heard that Thena met at a bus station or something about a month ago.

He doesn’t make a good first impression on her, really, standing like a threatening statue in front of the hospital to wait for Thena. However, he’s considerably less intimidating after the time he stopped by when Thena was doing surgery, bringing loads of food that he bought for her. He asked Sprite not to tell Thena that those are from him, probably out of embarrassment. Sprite agreed but since Gilgamesh - his name, made the mistake of calling her “Doogie Howser” because of her hair and her size, she doesn’t feel guilty at all when she deliberately dropped some of those sweets inside her snack stash.

Sprite looks up from her phone momentarily to see the ER doctor rushing a gurney through the front door. There’s a man with his head bandaged and wearing a neckbrace on it. The paramedic guy is filling the doctors in, “...50 years old. There was a drug bust. He was chasing a suspect when he got hit on his head with a brick.”

As they pass Sprite, she can see the face on the gurney clearly. His eyes are closed, one side of his face is bloody, swollen, but she still recognizes who he is. Her fingers are numb and stiff when she makes the call.

“Thena? You better come down here quickly.”

Ikaris

“On my count! One, two, three!” Ikaris commands and they lift the patient out of the gurney and onto the bed. He’s so big that they need another two ER doctors and two male nurses to help carry him. Ajak comes over to hang an I.V. bottle for him while Ikaris bends down and calls, “Detective. Detective! Do you know where you are?”

When he doesn’t get a response, he presses his knuckles down on Gilgamesh's sternum for a sternum rub and repeats, louder this time, “Detective Gilgamesh! Can you hear me? Detective Gilgamesh!”

He lets out a sigh of relief when the other man’s chest lightly rumbles and he exhales, “I heard you. I heard you,” he licks his dry lips before continuing, “I’m in Eternal hospital, right?”

“That’s right,” Ikaris says, starting to check his neck, “Is your neck hurt?”

“No, it’s fine.”

The doctor gets his flashlight to check Gilgamesh’s pupils, he’s about to order a CT scan when a ghostly figure dashes into the ER. The people who are standing around Gilgamesh's bed startle as Thena gracefully get into Ikaris’ place, slipping her hand into the detective’s hand on his side.

“Thena, what are you…” Ikaris begins his protest but stops halfway because Ajak puts her hand on his shoulder. She shakes her head.

“Can you hear me?” Thena asks with a gentle voice that no one there has heard her speak to another grown man, “Gil? Can you hear me?”

Ikaris sees the detective crack a very small smile, then opens his eyes for the first time.

“Thena,” he says simply, and that name makes his smile grow bigger.

“I’m here,” Thena replies, “Can you lift your left arm?”

Their eyes are glued to the patient’s arm, large and tough but a little shaky, slowly rising a few inches from the bed.

“Can you close your right hand?” Thena continues and Ikaris hears Ajak’s sad sigh at her breaking voice. She knows Thena has been seeing someone, of course she does. And even though she has never met him, she’s sure that he’s a good man through Sprite’s words, and she is also aware of Thena’s affection for him because she has noticed all the texting and smiling during meal times and breaks. And it’s only increased over the last month. The doctor thinks she’s subtle but she really isn’t.

Gilgamesh stretches out the hand that has been holding hers, then closes it with an utter gentle squeeze, in a way that Ikaris suspects he deliberately reduces the pressure so as not to hurt Thena’s slender hand, for his thumb right now is evenly rubbing on her knuckles. Thena closes her eyes, nodding to herself, her eyebrows knit together as if to stop her from crying. Their surroundings fall into stunned silence, hypnotized by that sight and snap awake when the patient speaks.

“Don’t make that face. I’ll be back on my feet in no time,” he smiles, “I’m in good hands.”

Thena bites her lower lip hard and nods again. She turns to Ikaris, all emotions nearly vanish from her face and she seems completely calm and together, “Let’s do a CT scan.”

“Yeah, okay,” Ikaris says mechanically. Ajak hints at everybody else to leave, giving Thena and Gilgamesh their deserved privacy. On their way to the CT Scan room, Ikaris voices his question.

“That man, is he her…?”

“Yeah, I think he is,” Ajak smiles. He has a feeling that what she’s thinking isn’t quite the same as what he’s thinking.

Kingo

Kingo finds Thena on a bench outside the ICU, staring at her open hands on her lap and looks like she’s lost in her thoughts. He steps up and sits next to her, silently putting a can of milk coffee into her hands. He pops open his own can, takes a sip then asks.

“How is he?”

“He has a subdural hematoma on the right side,” Thena sighs, “but thankfully the bleeding isn’t too bad. His skull is fractured, however I don’t think he needs surgery at the moment.”

“Even so, let’s just keep him in there and monitor him for the next few days,” Kingo suggests, “In case the bleeding gets worse.”

“I know.”

“Is he sleeping?”

“Just now. I talked with him earlier. He’s a bit drowsy because of his head trauma and all of the chasing and fighting tonight.”

“Don’t worry too much,” he pats slightly on her back, painfully stiff because of tonight’s events, “He’ll be right as rain. We’ll keep a close eye on him, so close that I’ll be surprised if he doesn’t file a complaint when he checks out.”

She doesn’t reply, but her expression is more relaxed and she opens her coffee can. She takes a sip, reading what is written on the can and frowning, “What is this? No caffeine?”

“Duh? Are you planning to stay awake all night or what?” Kingo looks at her once, then shakes his head, “Go home, Thena. There are doctors on duty here. Look, I’ll drive you to your apartment and then I’ll be back here right away. I won’t let anything happen to him.”

She starts picking at the can lid, a sign which shows that she’s torn, half-convinced but still worries about the man who’s lying in the ICU with his head bandaged.

Kingo presses on, “Don’t you have surgery in the morning? If you don’t want to go home, at least go to your office to get some shut-eye. Sprite already left some food in there if you’re hungry.”

“I still want to make sure,” Thena says, her voice as faint as a whisper, “That he’ll open his eyes again.”

“Leave that to me. You need to sleep,” Kingo insists, getting up and nudging Thena with him, “I’ll take you to your office. Please, do it for the sake of this longtime friend.”

Finally, exhaustion wins. They go back to her office and Thena lies down on her couch while Kingo settles for the chair by her desk. He flips open the small reading lamp and lets Thena lie in the dark. He refuses to leave when he can still see her eyes wide open, examining the ceiling.

“Back then, at the ICU,” she suddenly says, her eyes never turning away from the dark space above, “Seeing him lying there, do you know what I was thinking?”

“What?”

“If I had known this would happen to him, I would have told him how I feel sooner.”

Two days ago, Gilgamesh asked her to be his girlfriend through a call. Or at least that’s what she told Kingo, the truth is that it could be sooner. Thena said she needed some time to think, and Kingo didn’t know anything further than that, but now it looks like the guy hasn’t received any answers from her.

“That’s exactly why I told you to go ahead and date him.”

“If you’re here only to say ‘I told you so’, then fuck off,” Thena pushes herself up, and Kingo is close to panic when he finds tears fill her eyes, so much that his brain immediately starts thinking of something else to say, anything at all, just to get that look off her face. He only saw her cry a handful of times. The last time was many years ago, when she first witnessed her patient die after an operation. He didn’t see her cry even when she got cheated on, instead she made the son of a bitch cry like a baby, literally. It doesn’t take him long to put two and two together and realize Thena is head over heels for that sweet detective.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean any of that,” Kingo walks to the couch when she lies down again, turning her back to him. He sits down on the floor, pulling the thin blanket over her shoulders, “Let’s be patient for a few more days, then give him the best ‘get well soon’ gift ever, yes?”

Thena

Eventually, sleep grabs her at some point in the night and she jolts awake when her daily alarm rings at 6 am. Kingo left long ago and she’s alone in her office. She takes a shower then puts on a new scrub and her blouse to fend off the morning chilly before making her way back to the ICU. Gil is still fast asleep, though it seems he’s been moving around because one of his arms pokes out of the blanket, hanging off the bed. He’s snoring slightly as she steps in. She lifts his arm up and covers it again, yet it’s so warm she has a hard time letting it go. She smiles. Kingo was right, he’ll be alright. She’ll make sure of it, since she has something important to tell him.

After a second of hesitation, she shyly runs her hand through his soft hair, blushing when he stirs and unconsciously leans towards her touch. She’s been wanting to do so for some time, and if she’s honest with herself, maybe from the moment their eyes met on that bus.

“Thena?”

She pauses her moves abruptly. Her heart beats wildly in her chest, she looks down and finds he’s staring right at her.

“Thena?” He repeats, smiling dreamily.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” She forces herself to stay put despite her instinct to run away in embarrassment. But this is Gil and he’s nothing like she expected. In the best way.

“I’m so sleepy,” he breathes out, rubbing his eyes like a boy, “Like, very very sleepy. But it’s nice for you to drop by.”

“I wanted to check on you,” she bites her lips to hold her laugh. She didn’t think she’ll get to see Gil sleepy and goofy from painkillers this soon.

“Can you hold this for me?” He stretches his arm towards her.

“What do you have there?” She frowns, worrying that he might pull the I.V. string or wires from the monitor in his sleep. But he only drops his hand into hers, letting her hold the entire weight of it.

“I’m so happy, Jagiya,” he beams blissfully, but sighs right after, “I’ve missed you, you know? I was afraid that you wouldn’t want to see me again after I asked if I could be your boyfriend. But I’m so happy now because you’re here because I like you a lot, like, a lot, a lot, a lot.”

“You do?” Thena asks. She can’t help it. She doesn’t realize their fingers have weaved into each other until he pulls them up to look.

“More than you see,” he slurs.

“I don’t know, I think I just got a few ideas of it,” she tilts her head, moving some of her hair behind her ear. Gil sighs wistfully again when she does that.

“You’re so beautiful, Jagiya. So amazing and gorgeous and beautiful that I want to cry,” he pouts as if to demonstrate it, “I never want you to leave.”

“Don’t cry. I’m here, I’m right here,” she assures him, and fully intends to do so for at least half an hour until the others start coming in and she has to leave for her morning rounds. He keeps their clasped hands to his chest like it’s his most favourite thing on earth.

“I’m so sleepy, Jagiya,” he makes a huge yawn.

“Sleep, Gil,” Thena chuckles, “We’ll talk later. I promise.”

“Can you kiss me goodnight?” He asks, catching her off guard, and then does what she can only call the most persuasive puppy eyes she’s ever seen, even the cutest kids in Pediatrics can’t perfect it like him. As much as she wants to save their first kiss until he’s back to total health, she doesn’t think she can deny him. She doesn’t think she can deny him anything. So she looks around, making sure the hall outside is still empty, then bends down and touches her lips to his, only long enough so he can feel it.

“Now sleep.”

Gil closes his eyes obediently, murmuring, “I like you a lot, a lot, a lot, Jagiya,”

“I like you too. A lot,” she replies, but he’s drifted off.

Gilgamesh

He wakes in the early morning, snow is blinding the view outside the windows. His head mostly recovered and the incident four days ago feels like weeks away, even though he only left the ICU two days ago. His recovering speed is pretty fast, now he can walk around with his I.V. pole to buy himself drinks and does his own hygiene. Thena doesn’t waste any moment to move him into a VIP hospital room in Eternal. She states that he doesn’t need to worry about the fee, and just focuses on doing his best to recover. And he’d rather go back to the ICU than protest.

He starts having visitors. His colleagues and some of his friends stop by during the day and Sersi always shows up before and after work, bringing him food. But the person he’s longed to meet only walks in very early in the morning or very late in the evening, depending on her busy schedule. And since he’s barely awake at those hours, they haven’t exchanged more than a few sentences. She hasn’t given him an answer about whether or not she wants them to move forward either, but he can’t figure out the right time to ask. Has she forgotten? He doesn’t think so, however he thinks about telling her again, face to face this time. He’s prepared to accept her answer, whatever it’s gonna be. But his guts tell him that it won’t be so bad, if the last few days could be seen as some kind of proof. He doesn’t know if he dreamt it or not but once or twice, when he was about to fall asleep, he thinks she kissed him on the forehead, as light and soft as a feather’s touch.

Now, when he’s stable enough to really think about it, another image pops up in his head: him clutching at Thena’s hand and asking for a kiss, and then she kisses him. But that’s impossible, right? Simply impossible because he would never behave in such an inappropriate way. Begging for a kiss?? From her?? He lets out a groan.

“Gil?”

He turns to his right so fast that he feels lucky he didn’t pull any of his neck muscles. Thena is sitting right there, on a chair next to his bed, in her full work attire with scrub and blouse. Her hair cascaded down over one of her shoulders, an open book on her lap, and she’s glorious despite the small frown caused by his groan.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, really, it’s just that my arm has fallen asleep,” he’s fast to deflate her worries. No matter how confused he is right now, he’s still glad to see her, “What time is it?”

She looks at the watch on her wrist, “6 am.”

“It’s early, why are you already here?”

“I have surgery at 8 so I came early to prepare,” she shrugs, “I have some spare time so I let myself in here because it’s quieter than down there. Is that alright?”

“More than alright. You’re welcome here anytime, Doc, even if I was snoring,” He places his hands on the mattress to sit up. Thena quickly closes her book, getting up to adjust his pillow and tuck back his blanket unnecessarily.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better and better every day. Nothing hurts anymore, and my alertness is back. I’m wide awake for the first time in the last few days,” he leans back, hooking his forefinger with her pinkie, “Thank you.”

“That’s my job,” she smiles sadly, “But you gave me quite a scare, nonetheless.”

“That’s one of the annoying bits in my line of work. But still, I’m sorry for scaring you, I’ll try to be more careful,” he switches his forefinger with his pinkie as well, “And I’m lucky that I have the best doctor in London looking out for me.”

That earns him a small laugh from her. She has an adorable laugh, even more so when he makes her laugh out loud or giggle. That gives Gil the courage to make up his mind and call out, “Thena?”

“Yes?” Her sharp green eyes shift to him and his stomach does a somersault.

“While I was in the ICU, did you ever stop by in the morning?”

“I did. Once.”

Gil feels his heartbeat increasing in record time when he continues, “Was I asleep or awake then? My memory is a little fuzzy, sorry.”

She rubs a lock of hair between her fingers and says, “You were asleep.”

“And I didn’t say anything to you?”

She shakes her head, “Why? You think you said something?”

“It’s weird, I could have sworn that…”

“Yes?”

Gil runs a hand over his burning face, then sighs eventually, “I’ll tell you later then.”

“I’ll hold you to it.”

He sees her press the back of her hand on her cheek, discreetly hiding a smile. He’s desperate to change the subject when she suddenly asks, “What’s Jagiya?”

For some reason, that word rings the alarms in his head. Gil clears his throat, no doubt that his face is as red as a tomato and most likely would start letting out steam if this keeps going.

“It’s a term of endearment, like honey, darling, or baby,” he squeaks.

“Oh,” she says simply, lowering her head and flipping open her book again.

“Wh…Where did you hear that?” He asks suspiciously.

“Ajak has been watching this K-drama series at lunch hours and yesterday I heard the term was spoken after the name of a character,” she explains naturally. He just stares at her while she gradually holds up her book until it blocks her face from his. She peers at him over the edge of the book.

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing,” he says, turning away to look out of the window. As the memories rush back to him, his heart rate is so fast he feels a bit dizzy, and Thena is truly a terrible, terrible liar.

Phastos

At 7 pm, Phastos takes the elevator to the VIP floor. He has dinner plans with Thena and when he can’t find her in her office, he knows where to go in an instant. She’s been spending a lot of time up there recently, which means Phastos is defenseless in front of the ever-curious interns, who always ambush him during breaks or meal times to get information about the doctors in Eternal. Like any good doctor, he hopes that the detective recovers as soon as possible, and what harm does it make if his reasons are a bit personal?

He manages (begs) to keep Thena with him at lunch hours and not disappear upstairs, but she really needs to come back and scare those interns into their place before the vein in his head pops (Thena will give him a lecture if he uses that expression in front of her - a neurologist).

There’s a woman standing outside Gilgamesh’s room, who Phastos can tell is his younger sister on first look. A bag that probably contains his dinner is at her feet but she seems uninterested in entering the room, but more like peering through the ajar door. She looks up when he approaches and gives him a bashful smile, “Good evening, Doctor.”

“Evening,” Phastos smiles back, “You’re Gilgamesh’s sister, right? Why don’t you go inside?”

“Yes, I’m Sersi. I brought dinner for him but I think I should wait here for a while, I don’t want to disturb them.”

“I reckon that his doctor is in there as well?”

“She is,” Sersi nods, stepping aside so Phastos can move closer and look inside. His eyes almost fall out when he finds Thena on a chair by Gilgamesh’s bed, reading aloud from a novel, while her beloved patient lays back on his pillow, watching her read and dear lord, they’re even holding hands.

“I love your voice,” he comments.

“Quiet. This is my favourite part,” she scolds, but there isn’t any real annoyance in it. They look at each other, taking each other in for a long, long moment, and their eyes answer everything that Phastos and Sersi ever questioned about their relationship.

Then, Thena resumes her reading, still holding her book with one hand, a faint blush on her cheeks.

“I see your point,” Phastos grunts. So much for a dinner buddy.

“Maybe we should come back later,” Sersi suggests, “If you don’t need to see her right away.”

“I don’t, really, it’s nothing,” Phastos chuckles, “In fact, how about we head to our drink station downstairs and I’ll buy something for you? Then we could think of being the third and fourth wheel. I’m Phastos, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you. And I think that’s a good idea,” Sersi laughs. They pull the door shut and leave the room that is now fluttering with pink hearts.

#thenamesh #thenamesh fanfic #thena x gilgamesh #gilgamesh x thena #thena #gilgamesh #eternals #tell me what u think bc i might or might not wrote this sleep-deprived

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whotfatemywaffles · 2 years

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You Belong with me (taylor’s version)

Request Druig (marvel) + You Belong with me (taylor’s version)

DruigxFEM!reader

Word Count- 1332

A/N this was a request from @bonxkai-forever i'm just going to say that i tried

A/N 2.0- I Got a new laptop so yay

Years had passed. The Eternals had all gone they're separate ways. Other than you, you had done a full circle. For example You stayed with Ajak and Sprite in South Dakota, Gilgamesh and Thena in Australia, Even Makkari on the Domu, and currently you resided with Kingo in india.

“Have you gone to see Druig?” You heard Kingo question you “No, Why?” You asked with a puzzled expression. “I don't know, You should just go see him” Kingo replied.

“Is this your way of kicking me out?” You asked sarcastically “no it's just you guys used to be so close and you’ve been moping around for the last few thousand years' ' he rushed to explain himself.

“Fine, i'll go” You replied standing up from the spot you had been sitting in on Kingos couch. As you made your way to the door you yelled “see ya later, Kingo '' You voice rang through his house.

Later you found yourself outside of the Amazon, This is where he should be. “Well, here gose nothing” you muttered to yourself as you walked through the woods. A little while later you found yourself by a creek.

By that creek you saw an injured girl, and the person you had longed to see all this time. Although you felt sympathy for the girl, something else boiled in you, Anger. No that couldn't be right, displeasure maybe a little, anxious no, jealousy? Could it be? No.

You watched Druig tend to the wound on the girls leg, not even realising you were there. Until a Deviant attacked. Without thinking you rushed up and started attacking it. If he didnt notice you before he sure did now.

This Deviant was not like the others you had fought, this one had been healing itself. To kill it you would need to use your full power, it just came with a cost. As you tapped into it Druig realised what you were doing as your fingers darkened with the amount of power you had been using.

The Deviant had started to die. As you had let out a shriek as you finished it off, then falling to the ground. Your vision began to fade and you heard Druig rush over to you.

It had only felt like a few seconds till you were woken up by the sound of a machine. “What the fuck?” You muttered to yourself while standing up to the sound of people arguing outside the door.

“What were you thinking?” a familiar voice said, “I was trying to help her.” You hear Druig’s attempt to defend himself in his voice.

The two continued. When you opened the door you saw all the eternals standing there except for Ajak.

“Well Good Morning, I see you visited Druig finally” Kingo said sarcastically as Makkari pulled you into a hug. As you pulled her in, you flipped Kingo off as a response he gave a face of fake offence. “You guys are weird” Druig commented.

“Sure Cult-boy” Kingo remarked. “Cult-Boy?” Druig repeated irritated as your lips curled into a smile at the joke. “I'll have you know that my so called cult is the reason Y/N here is Alive” he snarled in response.

“Anyways,” Sersi concluded their petty fight, “Ajak is dead and we need to stop a celestial being born” . Sprite cut her off.

“Okay then” You replied, slightly shocked. “So how are we going to do it?” you asked the group. “We haven't gotten that far in the plan yet” Sprite spoke up. In response you let out a nodd, and then you heard screaming from outside. “Again?” You muttered while getting up as everyone rushed out of the room.

When you got outside you could see druig controlling the people of the small cult-like village “Let them go!” You called to Druig, with a sigh he let them go “get to the river!” He commanded as the humans ran.

“Y/N!” ikaris caught your attention “A Little help” he questioned sarcastically sending the deviant towards you. The deviant was flying towards you. Its tail hit you. You fell into the fountain. Ikaris what the fuck.

You began to fight the deviant. The gold magic you had been using turned red. That was odd. Regardless you kept fighting. Suddenly it turned to gold. What? The deviant turned to gold. Your powers were red.

You pulled yourself out of the fountain. That was the last one. Everyone was out of breath and you looked down to your hands. As if starting at them like they would be any different. They were the exact same collection of rings that were assorted in medal and age. But something fell off.

Druig rushed over to you as he watched you look at your hands panicked. “Are you alright?” He asked, panicking, “Somthings wrong?” You said frantically While looking up “What's wrong?” he questioned “Well to start THAT DEVIANT JUST TURNED TO GOLD” You yelled pointing to the deviant “AND MY MAGIC TURNED RED'' You yelled taking in a breath “I COULDN'T DO THAT BEFORE!” You yelled again.

“Hey” Druig said softly trying to calm you down “Hey” He called again “HEY!” He yelled gaining your attention this time “Lets go to the domo and we can try and fix this” He reasoned as i calmed down.

—- time skip —--

I had been sitting on a chair in the domo when Druig approached me, “haven't done this in a while” He said as I set my book down. I chuckled “Got any new music recommendations, the last guy you recommended died” He said “Actually i do” you smiled shutting the book “I Highly recommend Taylor swift, and for you i definitely recommend Her album Folklore” You smiled.

“Got any new weird dreams to tell me about?” You asked, “Actually I have a few.” He laughed. The two of you talked for a while. And you got curious if he were single, cause in all honesty if he had a girlfriend you'd be jealous of her, but if he were single that's honestly;y hurts.

You had found out he was single, apparently his last girlfriend and him broke up due to conflict of interest. “She never understood me like you do,” he joked. “I mean i would make a better girlfriend then her” You joked well half joked.

“Definitely,” He agreed while eating a piece of bread. “You know, I never understood why we stopped talking.” Drug said honestly. “You had your cult and I wanted to travel,” I replied. Causing him to sigh “I wish we didn't stop talking” He replied looking down “I've missed you” he looked up “I missed you too” You told him. Oh if he could see that you're the one who understands him, you've been here all along so why can he see, he belongs with you and you belong with him.

A few minutes later druig started “Y/N, I'm going to do something, and if you hate me for it i will probably hate myself for the rest of my-our existence” Druig rambled, “what are you going to do kiss me?” I joked. I got no reply as druig leaned forward cupping my face with his hand and leaning in more and then it happened, our lips connected. It felt like we were the only two people in the world. It felt like the world was not just about to end.

Then we pulled apart “So?” He said questioningly “Do you hate me?” He asked sheepishly, “I could never’ i smiled “I just thought it would have been sooned” I added earning a chuckle.

Our attention was then caught by Kingo walking in and clapping “Finally, Geez it only took about 7000 years” to which i laughed and druig looked away as his face turned a vibrant shade of red.

#druig imagine #Druig eternals #Druig x you #druig x reader #DRUIG #druig drabble #barry keoghan imagine #barry keoghan one shot #Barry keoghan x reader #barry keoghan x you #barry keoghan #oneshot #imagine

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thicc-astronaut · 5 months

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This video is really cool on its own, you know, it’s an ancient poem being sung in Old Babylonian of Gilgamesh lamenting the death of his friend Enkidu. It’s a very touching and emotional piece.

But the thing that really tugged at my heartstrings is a still frame held at the end

5000 years ago. Five thousand years ago. The character of Gilgamesh is so old that the great kingdom he ruled over has been ravaged by time until it’s hardly recognizable as a sign of civilization. This was so long ago that all their buildings have crumbled to dust and been scattered by the winds. And the poem still hits the same. Gilgamesh felt the same emotions over the loss of Enkidu as anybody today feels over the loss of someone close to them.

It sounds terribly bleedingly obvious now that I’m typing it out, but humans have been the same this whole time. People in Gilgamesh’s time were just as empathetic and friendly as people today.

#the epic of gilgamesh #gilgamesh #enkidu #my musings #we are more alike than we are unalike

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what type of bird is cygnus the swan 🙏😋🍔

jkjk, tell me some weird relationship headcanons between your ocs! are there any weird, funny, dumb "x thinks y looks suspiciously like this one celebrity they like" or "y daydreams about x platonically because its funny" style relationships between your characters that arent major enough to be on their toyhouse sheets?

op i just got hit with psychic damage with that first part

ALSO. HM!! I think there are some few! But most are already on my TH,

Under the cut bc this turned out longer than I planned SHDJHDSKJ

(Birdkind) Axon actually has someone that obsesses with him to the point its just Weird. Her name's Hu Hummingbird and she's basically what you'd expect from a teenage tiktoker. Axon hates her so much deadass she keeps trying to pull him into a Birdkind equiv of Tiktok and constantly argues with her online.

(Birdkind) The Halo of Red has a lot more officers I haven't talked about other than the big three (Arch, Parasol, Gilgamesh) and they kinda have their own gig with each other (mostly discourses). Most prominent of them is Brigadier General Roger (Bald Eagle) and Colonel Ohio (Shoebill) who are basically a platonic Florida Man and Ohio Man. You can imagine how that goes. They never get along but also the closest of bitches. Everything goes wrong with them godbless.

(Birdkind) Not yet mentioned on TH, but Formes and Tigor were actually close friends. Went to the same school and grew up in the same village. Formes has been invited onto the KRI Multatuli once (and Formes got so seasick he had to be speedboated back to land) before he eventually left the country to follow his wife. They both miss each other and honestly at this point it's like a closeted crush. They don't talk about THAT to anyone else they BOTH think it's embarrassing. So yes, they are the "dreams about them platonically" but more leaning to Might Actually Be Gay.

(Birdkind) Cooper has a girlfriend who later broke up with him because he bought NFTs. I wish I was joking.

(Sentishapes) Apollo and 333 are basically a Divorced Couple kind of relationship. They hate each other so much but they argue like a bunch of old people. Granted they're deities, but, y you know.

(Papers, Please) Natalie is secretly crushing on Siv! She's the kind of person to doodle him on her personal notes and make silly love letters and poems intended for him but never actually gave them to him. It's embarrassing for her so she told nobody as of now. It's like, for lack of better words, an anime-esque crush scenario going on.It's like a fanfiction in her head or something unironically. Boris knows tho.

(Papers, Please) Did you know Askali and Behelmus were a thing? Yeah thank god it was scrapped. You genuinely cannot have a healthy relationship with any of these two separately.

(Papers, Please) The Spectator and Askali. "What?" Guess.

(Miitopia) In a scenario where all generation of Great Sages exist in a single timeline, Haigha would 100% have a chaotic gay moment with Hezel. He sees this BEAST of a man and just 😳 unironically.

(Miitopia) Ernst IS genuinely the "y daydreams about x platonically because its funny" but towards, fucking, DIVINE. Might not even be because it's FUNNY. Ernst is just a bit strange.

theres. PROBABLY MORE. but these are the ones on top of my head i hope theyre strange enough for you anon

#swan .txt #not art #ask

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sakuraswordly · 10 months

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Ashes of Dreams (lyrics):

Hidden so deep in veils of deceit, Imprisoned in twisting spells - Are we the plaything of fiends, or merely the dreams That we're telling ourselves, telling ourselves?

Stories of danger, fearless attack, Spectres of plague and pain. All of these ghosts of our own delusions are back; Have we been fighting in vain? Fighting in vain?

These lyrics are the meaning of this picture art that I paint. Fighting in vain? <== This is the hint of how the story will go so far. This is the story of Punch. Punch appearance as half to show why she changes her appearance. It shows that Sonic and Gilgamesh are part of her personality. (But Punch's personality is based on me more. I will explain later at the end of the blog)

Sonic, Punch and Gilgamesh are the same. Because they are Punch.

(Warning contains Fate extra ccc and Sonic games spoilers)

Enkidu: And yet you lived for many years, you were reborn as a tyrant

Gilgamesh’s violence only increased after he became a young man. Not only the people of Uruk, but even the gods who had made use of him had had enough of Gilgamesh’s despotism.

“Gilgamesh isn’t fulfilling his true purpose.” “We need something to punish that insolent man — ”

As for Sonic....

greenyvertekins: His greediness.

Yeah, I know. Very rarely shown trait that actually only shown a tiny handful of times such as in this in which he's very willing to fight hard for that last meat bun;

and in the Black Knight opening in which he's more concerned about catching his food and eating it than really taking the situation all that seriously (Not that he really needed to…) then saying a big "Noooo!" when he drops the second one and doesn't have a chance at getting it before Merlina teleports them away.

I doubt that bringing up how ravenous Sonic apparently is in Purple Frenzy form would mean that much-considering gameplay and story segregation and the debate about how intact Sonic's mind actually is in that form considering he acts little more than a mindless monster that eats objects with a single-minded ferocity.

greenyvertekins: Extreme obstinance to his own personal view

He certainly wastes no time when it came to attacking Merlina when she revealed her plans and her one-sided sadness. In fact, he looks like he's ready to cleave her in two just for asking why he doesn't understand her feelings on Camelot's future;

This feels like an extreme course of action to take considering that if anything, Merlina was more misguided than truly malevolent and didn't do anything truly objectionable before this. He's also not all that willing to admit when something is difficult for him as indicated by Team Sonic's ending in Heroes in which Knuckles goads him into admitting that this time Eggman came close and that if it wasn't for him and Tails assisting him, he "Wouldn't have stood a chance". Whilst Sonic admits this to a degree ("Hmmm, well Maybe you're right Knuckles"), it's still only a "maybe" and he's still quite obstinate.

greenyvertekins: Bad loser

He hates being deprived of the win or getting things wrong. Good examples of this include Jet besting him in the Ex Grand World Prix despite the cheating and blaming his initially poor swordsmanship on Caliburn i.e If you keep getting hit by Arthur in the Misty Lake boss battle, Sonic will state in bad temper who he wishes he didn't have to use "This dang sword" and when Caliburn states that he wished for more time to train him, Sonic states that he wishes for a better sword.

Back to King Gilgamesh

Gilgamesh born with a body that was of the highest grade by mortal standards and knowledge reaching truth, Gilgamesh was born, designed, as king and the Wedge of Heaven to connect the rising humans and the fading gods. He was sent to ensure the humans and bind the earth slowly leaving the Age of Gods. He was a being embodying the two life sets of life forms, with the blood of those who had ruled and the blood of those who would rule from thereon. He was to be the ultimate neutral party.

Enkidu: …But. I knew the reason for his transformation, I knew so well it hurt. When he was born, this conclusion was already made. He was alone, a creature neither god nor human. With the characteristics of both sides, his viewpoint ranged so wide and so far not even the gods could understand the things he saw. An excess of power lead to an excess of loneliness. Even so, he did not give up his place as king. He did not flee the purpose he had given himself. …what a powerful ego, I thought. He earnestly respected the gods, and loved humans. It was just that, in conclusion, he had chosen the path of abandoning the gods and hating humans.

Free-spirited, adventurous and fun-loving #ソニック 🔵💨

He cares about his friends and hates bending. He doesn't seem to want to be a "hero"😮

Still, Sonic, who helps everyone with his heart, might be the coolest hero

In Tsubasa of Phantasia, Enkidu gave his life for Gilgamesh. Enkidu's decision to die for Gilgamesh is the same reason why Syaoran chose to save Sonic's life no matter what.

Enkidu: “That’s right. I was a weapon. A tool. Not like him. Though Gilgamesh was made as a child of the gods, he was a hero who defied them. He had a soul from the beginning. He had free will ever since he was born. A true life, unlike mine. A star, with real value, not a consumable like me. …I had always yearned for that. I hated it. Why, when we were made by the same gods, were we such different beings.”

Sonic is a hero, but not the usual hero that we tend to think of. He seeks for action and adventure, but he is willing to help out anyone in need, and does things he thinks is right. So, to me, he's a hero, despite him not seeing himself as that.

This picture is what Gilgamesh means "my childhood". He refers to Sonic. In the past, both Punch and Gilgamesh were much like Sonic back then. Sonic, Punch, and Gilgamesh were all good at speaking body language as children. Sonic, Punch, and Gilgamesh love nature and were very positive about the world where they lived.

molinaskies: As confident and collected of a character as Sonic is, he has always been a character who feels so, so, so immensely. What recent English game scripts butcher and what a lot of people seem to miss outright is that Sonic is highly emotional but doesn’t have the emotional maturity to comfortably process or showcase his more negative (anger, sadness, fear) and complex (romantic love, admiration) emotions. He knows they’re there, but usually refuses to address them. We see signs of these feelings in games and external media, but – again, by design – Sonic suppresses those feelings to focus on what he loves - his speed, his freedom, world peace, and his friends. Sonic is a fifteen-year-old with the responsibility of the world’s peace and his found family’s happiness on his shoulders. He bears that burden alone and it clearly affects him, but he’s not at a point in his life where he’s ready to confront his heart. He just knows that it’s big, that it’s in the right place, and that it’ll be there for him when he’s ready. Whether that’s Sonic’s healthiest option can be debated, and I’d argue that he should let the people he wants to be closer to him in (Amy is a strong example, but that’s another essay that’s been done to death – perhaps another time), but the fact that he’s an emotional and reserved character is not.

kagekitsuneoflight: Actually there is a very good reason why Gilgamesh hates Shirou. And it’s not a “I’m an arrogant bastard. I don’t need a reason to hate this boy trying to claw his way to my level.” Gilgamesh sees Shirou for what he is. He’s taken bits and pieces of others and stuffed it within himself with hardly an effort to make it his own. And to Gilgamesh, this it’s infuriating. He loves when humans are themselves and honest and to see this boy with a stolen dream wielding stolen legends, stolen pride (because keep in mind. A Noble Phantasm is a symbol of a hero’s pride), he cannot help but be infuriated. Who was this boy, this faker, who dares claim to be a Hero of Justice when it is not even his own dream?!

As the King of Heroes, the First Hero, he absolutely cannot let this stand! He, Gilgamesh, is allowed to use those symbols of pride as projectiles. He is the King of those owners of pride. It is within his rights. Yet.

He never truly uses another’s Noble Phantasm, does he? He doesn’t grasp their pride and use it as his own.

fukurou-hoseki: Sonic's more dominant personality type is his observation. He's a curious little cat who will observe the area around him and listen to the people in question. He never cuts anyone off, even if they are a foe.

Sonic, Punch and Gilgamesh are observation personality types.

Enkidu: Thus, I was gazing on the fortress city. The voice calling to me came from within it. Suppressing my impatience, I counted the days until he would be grown. In childhood, he had an air of royalty about him surpassing any other on earth. Open-mindedness, prudence, justice, he valued all of these virtues. The average person walking by was charmed by him and would sing his praises. He appeared the ideal boy-king. I could only think that the gods had made some mistake, saying he had grown proud. The young Gilgamesh had no faults in need of punishment. …if there was some problem with him, it was only that while he did honor the gods, he didn’t submit to them.

Because pure heart as a child is the reason why Shadow never forget Sonic. Sonic's heart is just a baby. (I hate to call that) but have a lot of responsibility when it's time. That's why Shadow care for Sonic.

Shadow: “Sonic reached out to save me before I fell to Earth from the Ark. If I hadn’t waved him away, Sonic would have fallen with me, but his determination in trying…I’ll never forget that.

This picture is what Gilgamesh means "my younger self". He refers to Sonic. Fundamentally, a polite and modest boy. His type of woman goes along the lines of a "flower that blooms in the wild"(He refers to Punch).

Enkidu observed the young Gilgamesh, but could not understand the need to punish such an amiable, ideal king who was praised and lauded by his infatuated subjects. Sonic is the same as Gilgamesh back then. That's why deep down Gilgamesh very care for Sonic a lot. But because of him now, he will hurt Sonic if Sonic knew the truth about what happened to Gilgamesh. And all because of him. That's why he always stays away from Sonic and lets Punch face off.

Gilgamesh: But I don't want to lose who I am....if I lose, then who will remember you, my friend.

Sonic: No matter where I am. I'm never going to change

Some things are beautiful because they cannot be obtained

fukurou-hoseki: Sonic stood up to accept his fate. He was going to allow Erazor to kill him there and then. Shahra jumped in front of him as she promised, as his master, she was bound to protect him from harm.

The same way to Punch and Gilgamesh. They already live life to the fullest. That's why they gave their lives to do anything and accept their fate no matter what this event will happen. But the problem is......

Punch: Sonic doesn't know what's hurt, what's love, what's sad and what's revenge is. He did feel revenge and anger but not the same as humans that's why he never ended up like Shadow. But he had a strong heart. Me and Mr Gilgamesh too. We understand this sentiment, but we never understood it. Sonic is not the type to love hugging. That's means that only those who really important to him allow to hug and touch him.

Sonic didn't understand what death mean even though he knew what's mean. In Sonic Prime shows how much he is hurt when his friends are gone(This is what death meaning is). Sonic just realizes how hurt he is when he lost his friends.

Enkidu: It was to protect Uruk though? If we don’t defeat all evil on the Earth, our people will starve to death. So why, I asked again. He made the people of Uruk suffer by his tyranny, so why was he worried for them now?

Gilgamesh: It’s not so strange. I was born to be a protector of humanity, after all. Building the future of this planet is the king’s duty.”

Enkidu: I see. So you preferred the path you saw here.

In Sonic and the black knight, Sonic already chose this path even though he would end up as a villain. Sonic didn't mind at all. The same way why both Punch and Gilgamesh decision and never look back on what they chose.

Gilgamesh: Do not take me so lowly. How can I be a hero if I cannot swallow a curse such as this? All evils of the world? Heh, bring at least three times as much as that if you want to stain me. See, Saber. A hero is someone who carries with them everything they see. I am already carrying everything in this world.

Because he doesn't understand the hurt and doesn't understand that his body was weak and needs to rest. Sonic keep pushing forward until his body was limited. Like Gilgamesh in Fate grand order, he dead from overwork and then takes a shot from Tiamat originally meant for Ritsuka. Despite his condition, he continues firing the Dingir. A clump of Lahmu then crashes onto the ziggurat with force equal to Gugalanna’s hoof, knocking out Ritsuka and Mash.

Bonus: This picture is what Gilgamesh refers to Syaoran, Peter, and Danny in Tsofph's story. Gilgamesh knew that these three will do anything to protect Sonic, Punch, and Gilgamesh in the future. Gilgamesh chose to walk alone and only because his A+ charisma will hurt them.

Because this is why Gilgamesh both loves and hates himself.

That’s mean...If you mistake Sonic's personality, that means you never understand both Punch's and Gilgamesh's personalities. Because these three characters were hard to write.(It's already difficult to understand yourself. Right?) That's why I need to gather many characters to make events and understand them much better. True that Sonic and Gilgamesh are both based on their original creator. But as I told you. They are the same Punch.

Sonic is based on my childhood personality 50%.(Sonic is mostly based on me the most of all three. But still Sonic is different than me because I love water and the ocean more than Sonic.)

Punch is based on my negative personality in the past 100%. (My first hated and my first feeling of revenge you could say. In the present, I don't feel any negative now. I'm happy and accept my life. They are all in that past.)

Gilgamesh is based on my leadership personality 50%. (This is the real reason why I chose to study petroleum at university. This subject is the hardest I have ever challenged in my life. If I understand this, I can show how clever Gilgamesh was and what he knew in the past.)

This video AMV I made 7 years ago. This one just cut part of the video.(Yep…I still can't believe that I put my heart into this story too much when I was back then.)

This BLAZE is the first opening of Tsubasa Chronicle (anime).

Music by: Nieve Arrangements by: HAL Lyrics and performance by: Kinya Kotani

#sakuraswordly #punch whalen #sonic crowe #fate gilgamesh #tsubasa of phantasia concept #tsubasa of phantasia #Who is the tragic the most? Gilgamesh. Who is the most innocent in the group? Sonic. Who lost their original the most? Punch.#Tsofph Spoilers #Because Punch gave up her human life for Sonic to exist in this world. And Gilgamesh gave up his childhood personality for Sonic as well.#This blog will continue in Analyze the characters: Gilgamesh's dream and his hope. How valuable Punch is #how important Sonic is and why Sonic is important to both Punch and Gilgamesh.#This is the most depressing blog I ever write here.#tsofph #Tsofph Gilgamesh #patterns move #the shining stars who give hope.#If my childhood self glimpsed who I am now...he would've ended his own life #Gilgamesh's dream and his hope. How valuable Punch is #how important Sonic is and why Sonic is important to both Punch and Gilgamesh.(Tsofph Season 11)#I like bringing this up every so often.#😢 😭#music analysis #Ashes of Dreams #the maiden man of the flower #tsofph season 11(chapter3 the beginning of the miracle)#tsofph Season 11(Chapter2 Shadow Path)

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heartofwritiing · 2 years

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I’ll look after you

Paring: druig x fem!eternal!reader

Summary: During a deviant attack you get hurt protecting druig.

A/n: here’s s another quick fic! Im writing a bunch of little fics to post in between chapters to amtaf just for myself and the people who don’t wanna read that seris :) when the idea came to me I knew I had to write it!! hope you guys like it! :) italics means flashback!

Warning(s): short af only like 1,000 words, angst, violence, fighting, descriptions of blood and wound’s, druig having doubts/insecurities, a little fluff at the end! unedited!

Bared teeth snarled at you as a Deviant was closing in on you. Everything was calm and peaceful for once, not a Deaveint in sight for a least two weeks and then as you were all siting around they attacked. You, Thena, Druig, Gilgamesh, Kingo and Ikaris were fighting off a group of them, Thena and Ikaris already had taken two out. There were three left and one was cornoring you. Its long tail whipping out at you but you stabbed it before it could make contact with your torso.

You kept dodging it’s advances, you slide with your weapon in hand slicing its side open. It’s Blood poured out as it screeched in pain. It snarled at you when you stood up from behind it you hoped it would keep focusing on you long enough for Gilgamesh to come up behind it. He punches it so hard it flies through the air and hits a tree knocking it to the ground. You make your move and stab the Deviant through its heart. It dies with one last final cry and flops.

“Nice move back there, with the sliding.” Gil says proudly, motioning with his hands.

“Thanks, Thena taught me that move, maybe she could teach it to you.” You wink, causing him to laugh in his belly.

“I think ill leave it to you and Thena. Don’t think my back could handle it.”

“Fair enough.” You shrugged.

You both go on a search for the others to see if they need help. When you find them Thena and Ikaris are fighting side by side

It’s it nice sight to see. Gilgamesh runs of to aid them. You hear grunting from not so far away as your eyes scan the woods you see Druig. Who was being tossed aside like a rag doll and your heart dropped as you watched him slide across the dirt and heard him groan in pain. The Deviant began stalking Druig like its prey. Without even a second thought, you ran towards the Deviant at full force and jabbing it with your sword. Its attention now on turned to you. Druig watched on his side as you taunted the Deviant and moved backwards away from him.

“Come on!” You waved your sword at its razor sharp jaws and it lunged for you. You dodged just in time sending a blow right at its head and it didn’t seem to like it very much. Your fighting went on as you maneuvered around the deviant getting as many hits on it as you could. But it wasn't enough to put it down. It’s tail swooped you under your legs causing you to fall on your back, knocking your sword out of your hands. You hit the ground and winced out in pain but that wasn’t the worse. The Devaint was pining you down to the earth and digging its claws into your chest. Its mouth coming down to clamp down on your shoulder. You cried out in agony due to the searing pain flowing through your body as tears slipped down your cheeks. You tried punching, kicking anything to pry it off you but nothing. It wasn’t until a beam of light hit the Deviant in the side as Ikaris few towards it knocking it off you.

You laid there in the dirt as nothing but pain surges through your body. The wounds growing in your shoulder and abdomen. Your ears were ringing when Gilgamesh came to your side and Thena on the other you could barely make out what they were saying.

“Y/n, stay still, Ikaris killed the Devaint and went to get Ajak just hold on.” Gilgamesh's words were a little jumbled together as you looked up at their worried faces gazing down at you. You heard the leaves crunching as someone walked towards you.

“How could you be so reckless?!” Druig’s rough accent echoed in your ears as he leaned over you. When he saw you however his whole face shifted into guilt.

“Druig!” Thenas voice warned. The venomous look she sent him was enough to make him back up a little. Not wanting to face the wrath of the goddess of war. Before you could even reply your vision was going black and the last thing you heard was your name being called before you passed out.

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Ajak had healed you and laid you to rest in your room on The Domo. Druig couldn’t stop thinking about you, what you had done for him. Could he have really been that oblivious to your true feelings for him? He was angry at himself for the way he acted towards you. Angry that you took on that Deviant alone to save him. He didn’t understand why you would do that for him.

Druig was at your door contemplating whether or not to go in. He just wanted to check in on you, the concern filling in his chest overwhelming him. Ajak had assured everyone that you were going to be alright but he didn’t want to believe it. He wouldn’t be calm until he saw you, he knew it was his fault you nearly bled to death. If only he would’ve gotten up and helped you or if you didn’t get knocked over. No matter what the reason was, he was putting the weight on himself and it wasn’t good.

Druig inhaled deeply and took a step closer to the door. He pressed his hand to the plate on the wall and the door slide open with a soft hiss. Your room was dimly lit in a warm glow coming from your bedside lamp. He saw you laying on your back in bed as you slept peacefully. He walked closer till he was on the side of your bed and looking down at you.

He admired your features up close. He regretted the way he spoke to you before you passed out.

Druig was torn in his mind between why you would jump in front of a deavint like that for him. it wasn't until he bumped into sersi an hour earlier and he asked about you that she told him.

“how is she?” Druig asks as he and Sersi meet walking in opposite directions.

The hallway of the bedrooms was vacant except for the two raven haired eternals their voices bouncing off the stone walls even though the spoke at a normal level.

“resting. Ajak says she needs to sleep to let her body heal.” Sersi explains. Druig just nods not meeting her eyes.

There was something hanging in the air between them and Sersi almost hesitated with her words, opening and closing her mouth. Not wanting to reveal your feelings. She didn't want to betray your trust. You were one of her closest friends, Of course she knew how you felt. The amount of conversations you both have had late at night when you both couldn’t sleep so you would sit in the room where you all woke up was enough to build a close friendship between you two.

Sersi inhaled as she finally decided that you would never act on your feelings but she would give a little push. There was no harm in that right?

“ She cares about you, you know.'' It was a statement. Druig’s eyes met Sersi’s and she could almost see them say I know. And that's what he was afraid of. You caring or even loving him was a scary thought. He’s never had someone care for him like you have. Always trying to include him in things and always being kind towards him.

All he did was nod and Sersi watched as he turned and walked down the hallway. For the next hour Druig was in his room pacing, thinking. Which led him to finally end up in your room standing over your bed.

He finally decided that it was his turn to look after you. He would be by your side like you were for him from now on. He would be there when you awoke even if he had to wake you with a kiss, like in those stories he knows you love so much. Even if he had to wait years, he would do it for you.

He brushed a pice of hair gently off your cheek and you were stirring in your sleep, frowning your eyebrows and then relaxing your face almost like his touch soothed you. Druig swore he saw you smile for a moment and he couldn’t help the swell in his chest at the thought. He didn’t know how long he was there for, hours maybe but he didn’t care. As long he was by your side it didn’t matter. Maybe when you woke up he would finally tell you something that was on his tongue for the past couple hours.

a/n: i kinda like writing druig with insecure thoughts because i would love to know what’s actually going through his head and i just feel like hes a person with so much turmoil and emotions that he doesn’t get to express.

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IT’S ONLY FLESH, is what he tells himself as a strip of dirty gauze is tied around the top of his bicep. It’s worth it, this sacrifice, as sacrifices usually are. It won’t be the first time he’s stood in the way of his loved ones losing part of themselves at the cost of he, himself, losing something even larger (literal, now, almost laughably so). He knows the tourniquet isn’t tied tight enough, but he doesn’t have the heart to point it out as the handsaw’s teeth bite into his skin. He can’t string the words together to point it out by the time they’ve hit bone, and keep chewing deeper; hungry, insatiable. It’s too late to point it out by the time the bare mattress is heavy and gleaming with his blood, and he’s lying in it, and his doctor is bustling from the room with her new prize in tow.

Jean listens to her sing the whole way down the corridor.

It’s only flesh, is what he whimpers senselessly into the asphalt as the crackle of magic in the air dies out. It leaves an invisible hole where it had once been, like seeing the outline of a bright light when you turn away and blink. His fist closes around the blood pooled in his palm, and it continues to pour from his shredded cheek, his shredded ear, his shredded socket. He daren’t try and blink around the mess that’s left, his intact eye pinned wide open with shock, his tears running pink rivers through a bed of crimson mud. And still, and still, it feels right. It feels right as the blood gathers in his tear duct, slithers down past his nose into the back of his throat. Not enough, not nearly enough, but right. Here, torn to ugly pieces in the middle of the road, he’s hoisted himself onto the bottom rung of a ladder that might not lead him to forgiveness, but might lead him to the closest thing he’s going to get.

It’s going to be a long climb.

It’s only flesh, is the rationalisation as he gives one last go-ahead, already in Buchanan’s back room operating theatre, sat awake and upright on the table. He breathes in the stink of iodine and isopropyl and waits for the drip to knock him out, which it won’t for a few minutes more. Mercedes is here, god knows why, and Jean hears her ask the surgeon if she can do the honours.

She maintains eye contact with him as she double-checks they got the right leg, and draws a neat and wholly unnecessary dotted line across his bare thigh, above the battlefield of wounds inflicted and self-inflicted alike. She isn’t successful in her campaign to make him second-guess himself.

A few weeks after he wakes up, he thinks, he’ll be able to run again. The escape route. That matters. The flesh doesn’t. He’s made peace with the fact that his life will never be in his own hands, but at least now he’ll have made one more choice.

“It’s only…flesh,” is what he says when he doesn’t know what else to say, gaze averted, body held like a disgraced dog’s. He doesn’t understand what he did wrong, and nobody will tell him, so all he knows to do is appease - he won’t learn. It’s not constructive training. Pieter, at least, knew to rub his nose in his mistakes until he got carpet burn, and until he couldn’t hope to forget how his punishment was earned.

His knee sings with pain, sprained in the home gym by accident, and then (less accidentally) pushed several measures too far in his attempt to till the vegetable beds by himself. Spring’s already here, he reasons, someone has to do it, but it’s not nearly a good enough excuse. The injury isn’t anywhere near bad enough that he can’t ignore how it feels, but he already knows he can’t take back what it made him say. His love has already cast him a withering glare, and swept from the room before he could say something in anger that he’ll later regret. And all of a sudden Jean is no longer sitting on the couch in the den with the fire roaring not ten feet away from him, but in Gilgamesh’s frozen bowels, beneath the surface of the water. Down here it feels like the fjords themselves have turned to gas and permeated the hull. He’s barely nineteen years old. It’s dark. He has no clue what time it is. They’re running a scenario, one Havik thought he knew inside out.

And it’s the first time he’s hurt himself, really hurt himself - more than the scuffs and bruises and the small smattering of broken bones he collected as a child. The more he kneels here, with the spike of rusty metal in his gut, the more he realises that the training dummy wasn’t faulty, and that it was supposed to fall from under him, and that its base was supposed to snap - and that Pieter isn’t standing there uselessly because he hasn’t noticed, but because this was supposed to happen, and he’s waiting to see what Havik does next. And Havik tries, he really does, but the jagged edges of the metal sink into him on the retreat, helping themselves to parts of him, making sure he leaves those parts behind; hungry, insatiable. He makes a strangled sound. It’s not pain - it doesn’t really hurt yet - but horror, unbridled horror, knowing that if he looks down he might see parts of himself he was never meant to see. And it’s a cry for help from the only person who can help him.

And he doesn’t know how long it takes, but the shape of Pieter gets larger and closer in his swimming vision, and he feels a warm hand cup his cheek, and then brush down to grip his jaw.

“There is only one way you get out of this, Havik, and that way is up. Were you on the field, you would have been picked off by now, and I would not be there to help you. Whatever you feel right now, it doesn’t matter. Whatever damage you do by getting up, it doesn’t matter. What matters is the getting up itself; what matters is the coming home. We will always be able to fix you. It’s okay.” The grip gets firmer, and Pieter tilts Havik’s head upwards, and their eyes meet, and Pieter smiles. “It’s only flesh.”

#wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww #written gore in here i guess incl eye gore but like its light #┆entries.

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