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"La Vie En Rose" - Ikaris x Eternal!Reader
Summary: You and Ikaris are finally ready to take a big step in your relationship. The two of you hare details about yourselves to really show how much you two have loved one another throughout your entire existence and since the failed Emergence.
Warning(s): MDNI 18+, very heavy smut in the beginning, loss of virginity, Persephone!Reader/Sephia is demisexual, spoilers, talk of WW2 and its aftermath, mention of suicide, Druig and Kaety are mentioned, almost character death, author tries to talk about music but has no musical background
Author's Notes: I think this might be the longest Ikaris oneshot ever on Tumblr, with a whopping 9.2k word count. For context, I would go to this masterlist, and read the very first post. I would like to thank Grammarly for making sure I don't write like a hill-billy. A huge thanks to @ethereal-athalia for her help. A lot of these ideas could not have been done without her input. I hope y'all have a wonderful Valentine's Day! I also plan to make a Valentine's Day for Druig x Hecate!Reader
Inside the Ritz’s Suite Chopin in Paris, clothes were sprawled across the room. Your dress had pooled on the ground where Ikaris zipped it off you as soon as the door closed. His suit jacket and tie had been removed before you two entered the room. Despite how frantic your movements may have seemed on the outside, you and your lover knew that this moment had been long overdue.
The blue rings in his eyes thinned as his pupils widened at the sight of your strapless bra with its matching lacy cheeky-cut underwear and garter belt. After you ripped his dress shirt and buttons flew across the room, you marveled at the mass of muscle and heavenly skin by softly revering his body with your touch.
You traced every scar and line on his body as if handling a priceless painting. Ikaris sharply hissed at the feeling of your feather touch ghosting over his body. He responded by lifting you in his arms and wrapping your legs above his hips while he kept a firm grip on your soft, ample bottom. He felt your muscles tense before relaxing, and your body melted into his embrace as if the two of you were bodies were born to be together.
“I love you,” he whispered with each kiss he pressed on your skin. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
“Ikaris,” you panted, “don’t stop. Please don’t ever stop.”
Trailing kisses down your neck, your lover never took his lips off yours as he carried you across the living room to the boudoir covered with pomegranate flowers. Laying your body gently on the goose feather duvets, Ikaris stood utterly captivated by how your hair framed your face like an ethereal halo.
The sight was nothing short of heavenly.
The luminosity of the moonlight shining through the overhead window gave your form a celestial glow. Your divine figure, added with the contrast of colors from the blossoms on the stark bedspread, made him wonder if this was all a wonderful dream instead of his cruel reality.
Sensing his fear that you were only an illusion, you sat up and took Ikaris’ hand from his side to press a gentle kiss on his palm.
“Ikaris, I am here. I am with you. We are together – now and forever, forever and always.”
Overwhelmed with happiness, your immortal paramour felt a mountainous burden topple down as the relief of knowing this moment was not a figment of his imagination. His Adam’s apple bobbed as tears welled up in his iridescent blue irises.
Ikaris brought his other hand to cup your other cheek before lowering himself to plant a feathery kiss on your forehead. He closed his eyes – savoring the feel of your skin on his lips as he tried to memorize the scent of your hair with the fragrance of the pomegranate flowers surrounding you.
“Ikaris,” you softly begged, “please kiss me.”
And who was he to refuse such a sweet request?
Pressing his lips to yours, Ikaris felt you lower yourself until your back was fully pressed against the bedspreads underneath them. No matter how much his lungs clenched for air, he refused to part for even a breath of air. But you softly pushed him back. Ikaris opened his eyes – prepared to ask if you needed to stop. But he stopped himself at the sight of your lust-filled eyes with the blush on the apple of your cheeks. You reached behind your back and unclasped the hooks of your brassiere before removing the rest of your undergarments.
Time slowed down frame by frame as Ikaris watched you further reveal yourself to him. A part of your hair fell forward to cover your breasts as you lowered your head and fixated on your gaze on the silky scarlet petal of the flower you rubbed between your fingers. Scars and marks dotted your body from battles between deviants in the past. Ikaris knew he was the only man you let see so much.
You sighed as you couldn’t help but feel like shrinking into the shadows as he stared.
“I don’t…I know I’m not as pretty as most of the women you’ve slept with. My body is a bit…, and I’m not as willowy and lovely as Kaety or Sersi. Even Thena is so beautiful and strong. My hips have a weird dip and –” You felt like crying for ruining the moment. “I’m making this so awkward – I’m so sorry.”
Ikaris quietly sat across you for a moment. Then he tipped your chin, and you were forced to look at his stern expression but heated gaze.
“Sephia, your body…it’s lovely. There isn’t a woman or creature more beautiful than you.”
You scoffed inelegantly, but Ikaris shook his head.
“I’m serious. Sephia, I – everything about you is so mind-bogglingly wonderous and beautiful. I have thought so since we first met on the Domo. Who could possibly have given you the idea otherwise?”
You leaned into his chest and let out a deep sigh. “It was no one in particular. I just noticed that men continually gawked at my chest whenever we settled into a new location. They would always stare when I wasn’t looking. Sometimes, when they were drunk, they would tug on my dress and comment that I was either too big or too small. It’s why I preferred to wear their clothing. I thought I attracted too much attention from my Olympian Attire, so I hoped to be noticed less in their garbs. I tried telling Ajak, but she told me not to pay attention to their actions since they were only curious. But it didn’t stop until I told Kaety.”
Hearing your explanation, Ikaris’ hold on you tightened. Once more, he was in your friend’s debt. How dare those lowly men cause you so much strife? Had he known of your troubles, he would have ensured that those fools feared for their lives. But he knew if you were aware of his thoughts, it would only push you away – so he remained quiet.
Instead, he planted a gentle kiss on both of your cheeks and whispered to you how honored he was for this moment. His hands caressed your thighs, and he had your legs straddled on his hips as he made sure you were comfortable on his lap. He let you take the lead by wrapping your arms over his shoulders and groaned at the feeling of you pressing his chest against your bare bust.
The way he moaned your name made your stomach clench. “Sephia. Thank you. I will show you how beautiful to me– tonight and every night from now on if you’ll permit me.”
You nodded your head against the crook of his neck. You didn’t trust your voice to convey your love for the man with you tonight.
But Ikaris needed more. “Say it, Sephia. Look me in the eye and tell me if you want us to continue.”
Taking a deep breath, you lifted your head to show your trust. “I want you to continue.”
Bringing you in for a heated kiss, Ikaris and you explored each other’s bodies with your hands as your lips were locked in a familiar embrace. He then trails kisses down your chin and travels down your neck and across the tops of your breasts. You wondered if he could hear how hard your heart was beating against the confines of your rib cage as you panted for air.
Ikaris used one hand to cup one of your flushed breasts covered in love bites and kisses. On the other, he put his mouth on your puckered nipple and swirled his tongue around the areola.
You slowly rocked your hips and whispered for more. “Ikaris, Ikaris, Ikaris – more, more, please.”
Your body was his paradise, and you were his angel. Everything about you – the perfume of your skin, the silky luster of your hair, the addictive scent of your arousal – it was both all too much and never enough.
Switching breasts to continue his services, Ikaris wondered if he could get you to cum without directly touching you down there. He felt emboldened by the challenge with the breathless praises spilling from your lips that were swollen and red from his kisses.
He traveled down to your navel while continuing to trace his tongue and lips across your skin until he stopped at your navel. Dipping his tongue into your navel region, your initial reaction was a giggle, but then he used both of his hands to reach for your abandoned mounds to massage them. The rough calluses on his fingers gave way to new sensations unbeknownst to you, making your laughter change to moans.
Arching your back, you called out his name with your sweet voice. “Ikaris- Ikaris! It’s too…it’s too much!”
As you arched your back, you pushed your chest further into his hands. He tendered cupped them before giving them a hard squeeze and then used his fingers to pinch your nipples. Twisting and tugging them brought tears to your eyes as the pleasure from the attention he granted to your bosom with the swirling of his tongue in your navel.
The feel of Ikaris’ hot tongue contrasting with the cooling spit from his saliva only added to your rapture. You felt your stomach tighten into an invisible coil as you clawed and grasped onto the bed covers to ground you. The coil became tighter and tighter until your lips started to tremble as your core clenched around nothing, and your mouth opened to let out no noise as your vision went white. Your body squirmed, and you clamped your legs to unsuccessfully quell the sensations.
Ikaris’ mouth traveled down to your nether lips as he removed his hands from your breasts to spread your legs and put them over his shoulders. Although the sight of the Eternals’ strongest fighter between your legs was certainly an arousing view, you couldn't contain snorting at the absurdity of it all.
Your cerulean-eyed beloved raised a quizzical brow to showcase his offended feelings.
“And what, pray tell, do you find so amusing right now, flower?” he asked in a monotone voice.
“I’m sorry-” you couldn’t stop laughing “-I’m so sorry – I just never imagined being in this situation with you – with anyone.”
He gave you a flat look for you to continue.
You went on with your explanation. “For so long, I have never felt this way. You- you aren’t the first person I’ve been with – romantically, at least – but I could never feel myself wanting to go further. It always felt like something was stopping me. For so long, I thought something was wrong with me. And then, after talking with Kaety and Phastos, I thought I might be asexual. But it hadn’t been until those moments we spent in the field outside the village that I- I felt a bond transform from friendship to what I didn’t realize to be love to- to this.”
You stopped laughing and lifted your torso on one elbow to reach him. You cupped his face with one hand, and Ikaris nuzzled his face into your palm – welcoming the feel of your silky touch. In your eyes, there was enough love to make the world outside this room disappear.
“I haven’t felt this way for anyone but you. It was such an unexpected surprise, but I wasn’t scared. I think it was because- well, despite everything, I never felt unsafe around you. Ikaris, the years I spent with you after Thanos’ Snap and before the Emergence were some of the happiest years of my life. I don’t think there are words to describe how much I love you.”
It was only when you stroked your thumb on his cheek that Ikaris realized he was crying. As Ajak’s most trusted and loyal soldier, he had an image of stability to maintain. Before his suicide attempt in flying to the sun, he could count the number of times he cried throughout his life on one hand.
The first was when a deviant managed almost to sever his spine. The pain was so terrible. It took the efforts of Ajak and Kaetlyn to stop him from bleeding out and close the gash, but not without a garish scar across his back.
The second was when you left him and what remained of the team after Kaetlyn and Druig left in response to the genocide of Tenochtitlan citizens from Spanish conquistadors. He was hurt and felt betrayed. He called you weak and naïve to believe that you, Kaet, and Druig had better judgment than Arishem for humanity’s future. While your leaving broke his heart, his sobbing resulted from the pained look on your face from his words. He cried for three days after your departure.
The third time was after he killed Ajak. It broke his heart to kill the one he admired and followed for so long. She wanted to stop the Emergence and stop Arishem’s Grand Design of the birth of a new Celestial. But to do so was to condemn you to a slow and painful death, and Ajak knew that. The Avengers destroyed your regained health when they brought back the rest of humanity.
Ikaris knew that destroying the planet you loved so much would have brought you more pain than your illness, but it was humanity that weakened you so much from the beginning. If the Emergence must occur, Ikaris was sure he could ask Ajak to convince Arishem to allow him to keep his memories. If he had, he would have been able to love you from the beginning of everyone’s rebirth.
But he failed, and it nearly cost him you and your sister. The memory Druig implanted in his mind would haunt him forever. It was so unnatural to see Kaety so lifeless, so cold. The sight and Aisling’s screams with Laoise’s cries made it worse.
The fourth was when he stood before Sersi as her frame kneeled atop Tiamut’s emerging body. You lay unconscious as you allowed your new leader to use your cosmic energy to kill the infant Celestial but also to use your body as a medium to use the Celestial’s infinite amount of cosmic energy to revitalize the Earth. Standing in front of his sister as she kneeled next to your body, Sersi was ready to accept her death at her brother’s hand. But Ikaris could not steel his resolve to aim his heat vision at her heart.
He could not kill his sister – not when she was the one person he could ever love as much as he does you. She was the only person who trusted more than anyone in the world. She knew all his secrets and was the first to realize his love for you.
Just as Kaetlyn was your sister, Sersi was his. And so all he could do was let himself be used to destroy Tiamut, give one final goodbye to his sister, and give you one final kiss before he flew to the sun.
Your voice broke him from his thoughts. “Ikaris? Are you all right?”
“Yes, flower,” he answered with a smile. “Thank you.”
“‘Thank you?’ Whatever for?” Your confused expression was so utterly adorable.
“Everything, I suppose,” he said while shrugging. “Sephia, you said you never imagined making love to anyone for thousands of years. But for me, it was all I could think about with you. As I said that night on the balcony, ‘I was made to love you.’ And I will say these words and show you how much I mean them for however long you permit me.”
Your heart sang out to his at his sweet words. You reached to pull him down for a kiss before whispering in his ear.
“Ikaris, will you make love to me?”
“Yes,” came his immediate answer. “But first, I must prepare you.”
“Has that not been what you’ve been doing so far?”
Your immortal worshiper gave you a lascivious grin in response. “My petal, this had only been the beginning.”
Your hands clenched his hair in a feeble attempt to get him to ease Ikaris’ feasting. But all your actions brought were him spreading your legs further apart. The feeling of his tongue flitting over your clit as he drove fingers to furiously thrust inside your cervix to the point of making you weep in ecstasy.
It started with one, then it became two. Soon, he added the third, and the pain from the stretch quickly drove you to a state of nymphomania. It didn’t take long for you to reach your peak, and it was far more intense than its predecessor. You felt your body spasm for a little bit before relaxing into the mattress as Ikaris languidly stroked your walls to carry out your climax for as long as possible.
This wasn’t the first time he had eaten you out, but it was the first time he could do so without interruptions.
As your essence spilled on his tongue, Ikaris let out an obtusely loud, close-mouthed groan, and its vibrations added to your overstimulation. Your body’s nectar was ambrosia worthy to be tasted only by gods. It was addictive enough for an Eternal such as himself to get drunk on it and crave its taste for all eternity.
He removed himself from the bed before frantically unbuckling his belt and stripping himself of his black slacks and boxer briefs. The way his shaft sprung out and its head hit Ikaris’ naval region made your eyes widen. It must have been around eight inches long, and the sight of it made you unconsciously clamp your legs close. It was pulsing dark pink with veins running along its length, and its head looked so swollen and red that it neared to purplish hue with a pearly white bead of precum leaking out.
You’ve seen corpses and anatomical diagrams. Kaety was the more explicit one out of the two of you. She had no qualms sharing even the most graphic details of Druig’s…thing.
But this was the first time you saw it in person, and you didn’t realize men could be so…big.
“Does it hurt…being like that?” you hesitantly asked as you reached forward to touch it. But he softly grasped your hand from getting too close.
Ikaris chuckled at your innocence. “It doesn’t hurt per se, but it is very sensitive. And if you touch it, I cannot promise you that I will last long enough to enjoy it.”
Kneeling on the bed, he carefully grabbed his length and positioned it just outside your soaking womanhood.
He cupped your cheek and brought your eyes to him. “Are you sure you’re ready for this? Don’t think about me. Do you want this?”
Looking into his eyes, you drowned in the overwhelming sea of love that was his beautiful blue eyes. You admit you still felt a twinge of fear. But more than fear, more than lust and desire, you felt safe. What you shared with Ikaris was more than how you ever hoped to feel with someone. It was real – what you shared with this man was true and went beyond physical attraction. Your bond with him had only grown stronger since his return; nothing would ever change that.
“I’m ready,” you whispered as you felt the increasing rate of your heartbeat. “I love you, Ikaris. With all of me.”
He positioned his cock until its head had just entered you. You sharply sucked in a breath.
“I’ll do my best to make it as painless as possible. Take a deep breath if you need to. I won’t move until you feel like you’ve adjusted to it. We can go as slow or as fast as you want. I promise.”
“I know,” you replied. “I trust you.”
He gently pushed himself inside you inch-by-inch. The stretch of your walls around his manhood was almost painful. He was halfway inside you when you asked him to pause with two thin trails of tears running down your eyes.
“I just -” you gasped, “- I just need a minute.”
Ikaris softly stroked your cheek before catching a tear under your eye. “It’s okay. Take all the time you need.”
When you nodded to show you were ready, Ikaris continued to insert himself inside you until he fully bottomed out slowly. When he reached his hilt, he let out a mighty groan and husky rasp as you took a sharp and loud intake of breath. Despite how well-lubricated you were, the stretching of your cervix to accommodate his size was more than you expected. Thankfully, your lover did not move for the sake of you being able to adjust to the feel of him inside your tight walls.
Ikaris propped himself on one of his elbows as he hovered above you. He bit the inside of his cheek to hold back his moans, but the feeling of him being swallowed by your warmth was more euphoric than he could ever dream it to be. He lowered his head enough to kiss away the tears from your eyes.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered so sweetly. “This discomfort will pass, my love. I will not move until you are ready.”
Thank the stars he prepped you earlier. If he hadn’t, you weren’t sure you would have been able to adjust to the feeling of him inside you. It was the strangest sensation. You felt so full – as evidenced by the slight bulge protruding from your lower stomach – but the fullness was almost comforting.
It was evidence that you and your love joined bodies and became one.
You slowly wrapped your legs around Ikaris’ waist. Despite the discomfort, you wanted to feel as close and connected to the beautiful man hovering above you as possible. Soon, the pain lessened to a sting, and it dulled further before shifting to pleasure. It was not long before you craved the friction from Ikaris’ shaft moving inside you and slowly began grinding your hips against him to ease the ache inside you.
Ikaris could feel the fluttering of your cervix and your walls becoming more slick from your increasing arousal. Feeling your hips moving against him, he couldn’t stop the teasing leer at your squirming and the soft moans and whimpers leaving your lips.
“Does it feel good? I wonder how it would feel if I did this–” he pushed his hips to give a shallow thrust and reveled at the way your back was so beautifully arched.
Your cries were no longer laced with pain but adorned with shock from the unexpected pleasure.
“Oh? You like that?” he chuckled in smug amusement. “Fuck, your body is so responsive. You have no idea how much your sweet cries add to my ego.”
“I-Ikaris!” you stammered as you frantically moved your hips. “Please!”
“Please what, my flower?” he teased. “You know I can’t do anything until you provide explicit instructions.”
You wailed in frustration. “You know what I mean, you cruel man! I-I need you to m-move! I want to feel everything! PLEASE!”
Throwing all inhibitions to the wind, Ikaris gave you precisely what you wanted by giving hard, powerful drives. The squelch of your folds from each thrust was downright sinful and caused you to cry out his name. The slapping of his hips against your thighs, coupled with his gruff grunts and your high-pitched mewls, made for the most erotic symphony.
You felt so embarrassed by your reactions, but there was no use in holding back your reactions. You put your arm over your eyes to maintain some semblance of dignity, but Ikaris pinned it down to the side of your head. You opened your eyes to see if your lover was as out of control as you.
You were shocked to see how nearly black his eyes were, with almost no evidence of his lapis-lazuli irises. His lips had a thin, wet sheen of film covering them, and his hair was wholly tousled and unkempt from his usual militant style – a result of you running your fingers through it and yanking it.
“Oh no, don’t you dare cover your face,” he rasped. “I’ve waited for this moment for seven thousand years. All those years of watching those men stare at you with lustful eyes – every soldier, king, even fucking Thor. And I couldn’t do a damn thing about it – what right did I have to do so? But tonight- tonight, I ensure that you will never want anyone else but me.”
You shook your head. “No…only you- I only want you, Ikaris. I swear!”
“Gods, you’re so beautiful,” he cooed. “You feel so perfect – gripping me so tight. Do you feel as good as I do, my flower? Can you feel how I was made for you? As you were made for me? Can you feel how greedy your cunt is for me – I fit so perfectly inside you.”
The euphoria between you two reached such a crescendo that your bodies were frantically rocking against each other at an erratic tempo. You reached forward to cling onto his shoulders as you brought him in a close embrace. The only thing that mattered to you was the man above you and the love overflowing between you. The only thing that mattered to Ikaris was the feeling of you under him and knowing this wasn’t a dream.
The rest of the world disappeared, and the noise from the festivities of the City of Lights became white noise. The only sounds you could register in your lust-hazy mind were Ikaris’ hoarse groans and hushed gasps. The only sounds Ikaris could hear while in his bliss-intoxicated state were your breathless whimpers and sharp cries.
The two of you looked less like the gods humanity regaled in myths and legends and more akin to wild beasts. The sight of your legs tightly wrapped around Ikaris’ waist and the vulgar rings of the slapping of skin from him pounding into you was sinful. The feel of your full and soft breasts rubbing against his hard pecs only heightened the pleasure.
The familiar coil in your stomach returned, and its intensity was reaching a point of almost unbearable pleasure. All you could do was continue to cling to your lover with your nails dragging down his back as he continued to slam into you. Ikaris cursed under his breath at the feeling of your nails scraping long red marks on the skin of his back. He felt your walls start to tighten to show that you were reaching your peak. He increased his tempo to a relentless pace as he felt your walls continue to grip him.
With his newfound vigor, you became all the more aware of how he dragged each and every inch of his cock in and out of you. Your cunt wept at the way his new pace made you stretch even wider to accommodate for all of him. His rough patch of curls around the base of his cock hitting your swollen clit made your mind go blank.
“Ikaris!” you wailed. “Slow – slow down! I think – I think I’m going to – oh, FUCK!”
“Let go, Sephia,” Ikaris grunted. “I want to feel your cunt gripping my cock. I want to feel your walls creaming around me as your womb begs for my cum to fill so much that it leaks.”
Refusing to part from you, he snaked his arm to the space between your legs to press your swollen clit. The pressure from his fingers pinching your nub broke the dam inside you as your juices sprayed and soaked Ikaris’ manhood and naval region. Your back arched, and your legs trembled while the rest of your body pathetically spasmed from the intensity of your release. Your vision went white, and your mind was filled with blissful static as drool dribbled out of your mouth, hanging open at the sheer shock from the release of pressure.
When you came around him, Ikaris gripped the sheets so hard that he heard a faint rip as he felt a mass of textiles clump in his hand. If the fluttering of your cunt was heavenly, then the feeling of your walls clenching so hard around him as you sprayed your essence around him was euphoria. Using both hands, he unhooked your legs around his waist and spread them wide apart until your feet dangled by his head. The new position allowed him to reach so deep in you that he felt the tip of his shaft hitting the entrance of your womb.
He chased the end of his release as you senselessly babbled – your mind was too far gone from your climax, and all you could do was take all of him until he was done himself. It was not long until he felt his body tense, and he thrust himself into you to the hilt and came with a thunderous shout that echoed with your loud cries. The shift of all his weight ramming into the warm and wet hole that greedily latched onto him brought you a new sensation so pleasurable that it rocked on the edge of pain. The spilling of his hot seed inside your womb made you further cling onto him as tears streamed down your cheeks – as if melding your bodies into one being.
Ikaris completely let go of all of his tensions as he lay on top of you – panting for air. Your heart was racing as you tried to catch your breath. For a few minutes, the two of you only wanted to bask in the feel of you together in the aftermath of your lovemaking.
Not wanting to crush you with his weight, Ikaris gently tried to pry himself off you. He thought it would be best to grab a wet rag to help clean you or at least give you some water, but you refused to let go.
“I like feeling you inside me,” you whispered, your voice was a bit hoarse from your screams and cries.
His voice sounded more gruff than usual as he chuckled. “You shouldn’t say such things unless you’re prepared for another round. And by the looks of it, I think you’ve had enough for one night – especially for your first time.”
Ikaris stroked your cheek as he smiled at the sight of you. Your hair was tousled, and your skin was flushed to a lovely hue. There was not a patch of your neck that was not completely littered with red splotches from his bites and kisses. Your eyes were wet from the tears that streamed down your cheeks, and there was a small trail of drool from your mouth.
You were the very image of erotic perfection – only to ever be seen by him.
“…Was it good?” he hesitantly asked. “How do you feel?”
“I feel…at peace,” you replied after a few moments of thinking. “I don’t really feel any different from before. I certainly wouldn’t object to doing it again. But I just feel…content- and happy. Does that make sense?”
You felt your love’s feather-soft lips press against your hairline. “Yes, it does. But are you sure you don’t want to clean yourself? I know your thighs will feel…sticky in the morning if we don’t wipe it off.”
You shook your head. “No, I just want you here with me.”
“At least let me get you a glass of water,” he reasoned. “Believe me when I say you’ll be grateful for it in the morning.”
“Fine,” you relented with a pout. “Hurry back.”
He lowly chuckled as he lowered himself to plant a soft kiss on your temple.
When Ikaris returned with your water, he found you bundled under a cocoon of the bed’s sheets and covers. Shaking his head in amusement, he placed the glass on the nightstand on your side of the mattress. He carefully lifted the covers, not to wake you from your well-deserved slumber, and crawled under them before gently shifting your body in his arms.
As Ikaris closed his eyes and felt the beckoning lull of slumber reach him, he swore he could hear the tune of a trumpet blowing as a rich timber voice sang a familiar song that held a special place in his heart.
Quand il me prend dans ses bras
Qu'il me parle tout bas
Je vois la vie en rose
With a peaceful smile on his face, Ikaris dreamt of a dear memory. It happened in Paris only over seventy years ago. He recalls the day he first heard the phrase ‘rose-colored glasses’ as if it were only yesterday. Unbeknownst to him, you were playing the same memory in your sleep.
Paris in February 1948 was a less-than-ideal time. The weather was dismal, and the air was filled with smog and cigarette smoke. The snow surrounding him more resembled ash blown from a forest fire than frozen ice particles falling from the heavens. People were still hurting from the losses they suffered in the war. The industry was ruined, food was severely rationed, and housing was in short supply. The once luminescent City of Lights and her people were living in misery.
But Ikaris’ longing to see you was greater than his misery.
You had been visiting the graves of soldiers and victims across France every February since the signing of the Paris Peace Treaties in 1947. While there were thousands of unmarked graves, you knew the names of each fallen soldier and nameless body. The Earth whispered each person's tale as their blood spilled to the ground. You would breathe their name to a single red poppy before laying the bloom on the ground. It was too little while also being too late, but you wanted to show your thanks.
Your heart ached at the thought of anyone crossing over without someone remembering them. You walked these hallowed grounds because these brave men and women had fought for that privilege. You walked to honor and thank them.
It was what Kaety and Phastos would have wanted. It was what James would have wanted.
Feeling a sudden shift in the air, you did not need to look to know who had joined you.
“Hello, Ikaris,” you greeted your friend while still kneeling on the ground. “What brings you here?”
“I just wanted to see you,” he replied. “Is that not what friends do?”
You bitterly laughed under your breath. You finally stood from the ground to face your old “friend.” It hurt to see how beautiful he remained despite how he impassively stared at you – as if you meant nothing to him.
“Are we still friends?” you asked. “After everything?”
If your questions hurt him, Ikaris had not let it be shown. But he at least had the decency to soften his tone and look down at his feet, slightly admonished.
“I suppose I deserve that,” he answered. He looked up to face you once more. “Sephia, I…I missed you.”
A new wave of tears threatened to spill as you scoffed at his words.
“Cruel man,” you inwardly wept. “Cruel, cruel man.”
“Forgive me for my reaction,” you scornfully replied. “But I find that a bit hard to believe, considering how we left things between us last time.”
The last time you had seen Ikaris was over fifty years ago when he visited you in the small open field outside Kaety and Druig’s commune. It was your usual meeting place for the past two centuries. It was close enough to the village that Kaety still felt your presence but far enough to ensure your meeting remained private.
The first time he came, you were so happy to see Ikaris. You were terrified at the idea of him forever hating you for joining Kaety and Druig in seclusion. He had criticized you for going against Arishmen’s orders. He told you it mattered little of what you and Kaety did – humanity was doomed to fail.
The last you heard from Kingo was that Ikaris had disappeared from Earth. No one had seen him since Ajak sent all of you away – not even Sersi or Sprite.
His reaching out to you over everyone else meant so much to you. Perhaps it was selfish, but it made you happy to know your talks and meetings with Ikaris were done without anyone’s knowledge. Not even Kaety knew of his presence. You two would talk about the world that was changing around them while reminiscing about the world that had passed.
With each talk, you felt your bond with your friend strengthen. With each meeting, your attachment to Ikaris became more profound as you often craved to see him just hours after he left. Your feelings grew to the point where you could no longer contain them. It felt like you had laid your entire heart on the line.
“Would you stay here?” you softly asked. “Would you stay here with me?”
And then he left, leaving you in the field by yourself.
“Did you hate the idea–” you hastily inhaled to stop your voice from breaking “– of staying here so much? Could you really have not found any joy in what I do here for those people?”
Ikaris reached out to hold you in his arms.
“No,” he whispered in your hair. “No, Flower, that’s not it. I swear… I swear that’s not it.”
He should not have come. If he were a better man, he would have let you hate him until you could forget him. But he knew you were alone, and his selfishness won out in the end.
“Then why?” you cried. His shirt muffled your words, but your voice broke his heart. “Why did you leave? Why didn’t you come back? Every year, I waited in that field! Because I thought our friendship meant something to you! But you never came!”
“Sephia,” he explained, “I could have never been who you needed me to be for those villagers. I have nothing to offer them but my combat skills.”
“It doesn’t matter,” you tell him. “Everything you told me that night – you were right. It doesn’t matter what any of us do. Humans will destroy everything themselves. Just look where we are now.”
You and he looked at the thousands of white crosses that stood from the ground. You still had nightmares about the bodies surrounding you as hundreds of soldiers entered your tents – only to pass away from their fatal injuries. So many graves without names were men and women you treated before you had to bury them.
Kaety still woke up every night screaming at the horrors and abuse of the victims of Unit 731. What remained of the records of Ishii Shiro and his use of anthrax and the plague as biological warfare would haunt her for the rest of her life. Her thrashing had almost gotten to the point where she ordered Druig to sedate her if she ever accidentally hurt herself or him.
Phastos was practically left in a continuous catatonic state after leaving the site of the bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. But during the times he came back, he could only weep out apologies to the millions of victims for his interference with humanity’s technology from the beginning.
“Was everything we thought we were building for nothing?” you asked. “Was this planet and its people doomed from the start?”
Ikaris only stood silently. He wondered if he was more cruel not to tell you the truth of Arishem’s grand plan after Ajak told him so long ago. But he wanted to see your smile for however long he had left. You were so proud of your creations, and rightfully so. Not knowing what else to do, he figured to let his actions speak more than his words.
“Can I show you something?”
He took you in his arms when you nodded. He lifted the two of you to a dark alley in Paris next to the Seine. The lights surrounding them with the people walking along the river bank made the night cold winter night less cold and desolate than the hopelessness you felt in your heart.
It was a pretty sight, but the view couldn’t have been the only reason why Ikaris brought you here.
“Look around you.” He spread his arms to emphasize his point. “What do you see?”
“…Litter and pollution?”
“Besides that.”
You tried to look harder. “Ummmm…people?”
“Exactly, people who are alive. A florist who sells flowers in the spring to young lovers because she wants to share the fruits of your labor with the world. Families who tour the Gardens of Versailles because they want to bask in the splendor.”
You understood Ikaris’ point. You were the one who tried to explain it all to him for so long, but everything seemed so hopeless now.
“Sephia,” he spoke your name to break you from your thoughts. “What you brought into this world was not for nothing. It never was. You are why people can find beauty and joy in the simplest pleasures.”
You wanted to say something – anything. But words failed to come to you. They always had during the most important events. Suddenly, you heard the melody of one of France’s favorite songs creep into your ear. You felt your Ikaris softly grasp your hand as he gently led the two of you to the direction of the melody.
It was a mixed jazz band playing in the middle of a packed Place Vendôme. They were playing La Vie En Rose.
The symphony of clarinets and flutes made for a beautiful melody. The saxophone altos, French horn, and trombone gave the song a homophonic texture. But the real star of the ensemble was the trumpet. It added a sense of joy and lightheartedness that so deeply contrasted the past decade.
“A favorite demon of yours told me this song was all the rage in France a few ago,” he quipped. “Care to show me why?”
You rolled your eyes. “You really need to stop calling Kaety that. She’ll bite your head off for being unable to think of a new nickname after seven thousand years.”
Ikaris took a few steps forward before turning to you and held out his hand. You only stared at it before realizing the meaning of his gesture. You stared at his face with wide eyes and a gaped mouth to represent your shock.
“You,” you choked out, “want to dance? In the middle of the square?”
Ikaris only shrugged. “Why not?”
“But…but, there’s just – there’s so many people around!” you stammered.
“That’s never stopped you before in Reykjanesskagi.”
“That was during the Maiden’s Day festival!”
“You know, you’re starting to hurt my feelings with how long you’ve kept my arm like this.”
You huffed out a breath in annoyance before you reluctantly reciprocated the gesture. Ikaris must have known that you wouldn’t refuse a dance, especially a dance to one of your favorite songs. You hated bringing attention to yourself, but you loved to dance. You didn’t know what it was – but you could always lose yourself in the notes as your body moved in tandem with the tune. Whenever there was a festival or celebration in any city where the Eternals were stationed, you and Kaety would disguise yourselves as peasants or low-born nobility to fade into the background. So often, you would lose yourself in joy that you would accidentally make flowers bloom around you, even in the harshest winters.
Des yeux qui font baisser les miens
Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche
Voilà le portrait sans retouches
De l'homme auquel j'appartiens
Ikaris pulled you close to his chest. One hand was placed on the small of your back while one of your hands clutched on his shoulder. But the other was firmly clasped in his other hand. Before you began, you saw a few other pairs sway to the band. It eased your nerves to know that you and he were the only pair dancing in the historical square.
Quand il me prend dans ses bras
Qu'il me parle tout bas
Je vois la vie en rose
Il me dit des mots d'amour
Des mots de tous les jours
Et ça m'fait quelque chose
Everyone around you seemed to be dancing in slow, expressive, rhythmic steps, resembling an American-style bolero. Given the time and place, it was only natural that Ikaris took the lead. You were prepared to offer instructions, but he surprised you again by showing how comfortable he was in the role and steps.
“I didn’t know you could dance,” you remarked.
Ikaris looked slightly embarrassed as his cheeks reddened. “Sersi taught me. She basically threatened to castrate me if I refused to dance at a speakeasy we frequented in New York in the 20s.”
“Sersi?” you snorted out as he spun and dipped you. “Sersi threatened you? Our Sersi? Lying is a very unbecoming quality, Ikaris. I didn’t think you’d be one to develop it.”
“Oh, if only I could make up such a tale,” replied Ikaris as he grabbed your waist before lifting you without struggle. “Sersi’s can be downright terrifying if she wants to be. Ask Kingo – he’s the only other person who’s seen her like that.”
You couldn’t stop the laughter bubbling out of your throat. And as the band continued to play, you and Ikaris swayed, dipped, and spun for hours. Over three hours had passed by the time the band was finished for the night. When you stopped, all you could do was stare into your friend’s eyes in a rose-hued haze before a thunderous round of applause broke you out of your dreamlike state and into reality. A sizable crowd had surrounded the two of you – hoots, hollers, and whistles accompanied the applause. Your impromptu performance enchanted men, women, children, and even pets.
“Bisou!” called out from a random face in the crowd. It wasn’t long before the call became a chant.
“Bi-sou! Bi-sou! Bi-sou! Bi-sou!”
Feeling suddenly emboldened, you cupped your Ikaris’ face and kissed his cheek softly. The following whistles and cheers would have made you wish to disappear – had it not been for the sweet peck Ikaris placed between the furrow of your brow.
All of a sudden- without even knowing it at the time- the world seemed brighter, and the air started to smell like roses.
Ikaris woke up to the feeling of gentle poking on his cheek. Hearing the swallows sing and feeling the warm sunlight on his skin, he couldn’t remember the last time he felt so at peace. He turned his body in your direction before opening his eyes. He was immediately blessed with your bright eyes and sweet smile. Raking his eyes down your body, it looked like you wore his dress shirt from last night.
He adored the way it draped over your curves – especially with how it showed off your legs.
“Are you ready for your Valentine’s Day present?” you asked with poorly contained excitement. Judging by how your smile went ear-to-ear, you practically bounced out of your skin.
Ikaris furrowed his brows in puzzlement. “Was last night not my present?”
You rolled your eyes. “Why would sex be your present? I thought I made it pretty clear that I hadn’t expected the night to turn in that direction.”
“Well then,” he chucked in amusement over your flushed cheeks and pout, “what is my present?”
Your eyes shone in delight as you lightly kicked your feet against the mattress. “You’ll have to get out of bed for that! Come on!”
You dashed into the next room while Ikaris wrapped the sheets around him before locating his briefs and grabbing a pair of gray sweatpants in his luggage. Once putting them on, he stretched out his back and arms from behind the balcony window before opening it and letting in some air to freshen the room.
When he crossed to the piano room, he was mildly surprised when he saw you seated at the pianoforte. You pressed the keys to carefully listen if the instrument needed any additional tuning. Satisfied that the pitch wasn’t flat, you turned to Ikaris, who was leaning under the doorway.
“Are you ready?” you asked.
“As I’ll ever be,” he replied.
You positioned your fingers over the right keys while straightening your posture. Clearing your throat, you began to play at Adagio. Your body swayed to the melody as if you had become one with the instrument. Every key you lovingly caressed let out a note sounding so beautifully as if the music came alive just for you. You closed your eyes before you began singing.
Des yeux qui font baisser les miens
Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche
Voilà le portrait sans retouches
De l'homme auquel j'appartiens
Quand il me prend dans ses bras
Qu'il me parle tout bas
Je vois la vie en rose
Ikaris’ eyes widened. Were you playing…had you –
But his thoughts were interrupted as your rich singing broke through his stupor. Your sweet voice was soaked in honey and laced with the roses from the song.
Il me dit des mots d'amour
Des mots de tous les jours
Et ça m'fait quelque chose
Il est entré dans mon cœur
Une part de bonheur
Dont je connais la cause
For a moment, Ikaris truly hated that his French wasn’t as proficient as yours. Had it been, he would have been able to appreciate your singing that rivaled the voice of angels properly. Was it possible for one to sound as rich and effortlessly fluid as sweet syrup?
C'est lui pour moi, moi pour lui dans la vie
Il me l'a dit, l'a juré pour la vie
Et dès que je l'aperçois
Alors je sens dans moi
Mon cœur qui bat
Your fingers lightly danced along the keys to give your voice a brief intermission. And for a few moments, it felt like Ikaris’ soul had returned to his body. And although he expected you to stop, you began to sing the English translation.
Hold me close and hold me fast
The magic spell you cast
This is la vie en rose
When you kiss me, heaven sighs
And though I close my eyes
I see la vie en rose
Whereas the original French version required a slower and softer pace to grasp the ballad's meaning and beauty, the English version required a slightly quicker tempo. It brought a more joyful mood and tone compared to the lovely but melancholic French version.
When you press me to your heart
I'm in a world apart
A world where roses bloom
And when you speak, angels sing from above
Everyday words seem to turn into love songs
Give your heart and soul to me
And life will always be
La vie en rose
When you finished, Ikaris was once more completely and utterly entranced. You turned to face him with hopeful eyes. You long memorized this song since that night in Paris over seventy years ago. When you began to learn how to play the piano, you did it because you never wanted to forget the ballad’s meaning and how it touched your heart from that night on.
“You once asked me why this song was so popular,” you began to explain. “Édith Piaf wrote ‘La Vie en Rose’ in 1945 and released it as a single in 1947. The song’s popularity quickly reached global success as jazz artists began to sing its covers. Louis Armstrong played it on March 2, 1948 – at the same Jazz Festival you took me in Salle Pleyel.”
You stood up as you tenderly traced a single black key that released a soft C sharp when you pressed it.
“As you remember, all of Europe was in chaos and misery after the war. Everyone lost someone fighting. So many men and women who returned became shells of themselves. People were starving and homeless from the constant airstrikes. But Édith wrote this song to remind Paris to never lose sight of the happy times and good things in life. You shouldn’t forget the bad times, but you also shouldn’t forget to look at life without seeing the beauty of everything around you.”
You walked towards Ikaris before standing before him and wrapping your arms around him. You laid your cheek against his chest and smiled at his beating heart's steady and strong rhythm.
“That night- when we danced at the Place Verdôme- the song they played was stuck in my head for months. Whenever I felt sad or disheartened, I would put on the record I bought to listen to it. I know you have your doubts about humanity. You always had them, as had I. We were never the ones who loved humankind, especially after the atrocities they had committed. I hated what they did to the Earth, how much they polluted it, but – Oh, Ikaris. I made you cry again.”
Touching his cheek, Ikaris realized that he was indeed crying. That’s twice in less than twelve hours, a new record. Just what in Arishem’s name had you done to him?
He shook his head. “Never mind my tears. Continue.”
“Listening to that song, I finally realized why so many of our family kept faith in humankind. Kaety and Druig have their twins and remain in their village. Phastos and Ben have Jack. Sersi has loved and lost more than any of us, first with Jane, but now she’s with Dane. Kingo lives among them effortlessly and adores them. Even Makkari remains joyful because she keeps looking at life and seeing its beauty.”
You paused for a moment before standing only tip-toes to press a kiss on his nose.
“Ikaris, you don’t care much for humans. But that night, you reminded me why I did what I did in the war. You reminded me that there will always be people who will take comfort in the most simple pleasures- a rose’s bloom, the crisp bite of an apple, or even the sound of a child’s heartbeat. So, for just a few minutes, I wanted to give something to you the way you have for me.”
Words failed to convey the love Ikaris felt for you. All he could do was tightly hold you in his arms and never let go. For the first time since he came back, he felt it was alright to love you. That he wouldn’t pollute or ruin you the way he had done with everything else in his life so many times. Ikaris knew that it was his destiny to love you. But you- you chose him. You chose to love him. And that fact alone was enough to make him die without regrets.
“I hope children have your voice,” he murmured into your hair before facing you with wet eyes. “And I hope that they have your heart.”
He cupped your cheek, and you kissed his palm softly. “Only if they have your eyes and your art skills.”
Ikaris must have heard you sing your rendition of ‘La Vie en Rose’ a million times. You sang and taught it all your children— Laurie, Aggie, and Ari – on the piano or tucking to bed. But that first time he heard you sing it- that morning when the sun pooled into the room as pink roses and red asters suddenly bloomed- that will always be his favorite.
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pairing: ikaris x fem!reader
word count: 296
warnings?: switched up the request a little bit but oh well, angst, major character death, not proofread
Ikaris landed in front of your home. It was quiet, eerily quiet. You were never the quiet type. Life breathed into everything you did. But the wildflowers that once blossomed in your yard was wilted. The bright paint of your front door seemed duller. The music that once played had stopped, the only sound he could hear being the sound of the wind whipping around him.
An odd feeling settled in his gut as he walked up to the door. It was open, looked almost like it had been ripped from its hinges. No, he thought, not you…
“Y/N?” he shouted.
He was met only with deafening silence.
Ikaris continued through the house, but he wished he hadn’t. Because when he saw you collapsed on the floor, a dried pool of blood surrounding you, he knew everything he ever wanted was ripped away from him.
“No…” he said, falling to his knees beside you. He reached for you, cradling your body in his arms. You were cold, colder than anything he’d ever felt before. “My love, I’m sorry…I should have been here. I was supposed to protect you.”
He sniffled, his tears falling from his face, landing on yours. “Please, please, my love, wake up. This isn’t funny. My love, I need you.”
But you said nothing, because you could do nothing.
“I’m so sorry. I’m sorry, this is all my fault. If I had stayed…” he choked on his sob. “I was supposed to protect you from the Deviants…If I stayed, you would still…”
He had lost everything.
He failed his mission. He lost Ajak. He lost the rest of his Eternals. And he lost you. All of this was his fault.
Perhaps, he thought, he should have stayed on the sun.
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Golden eyed phantom ch 1
Pairing Druig x reader
Rating explicit 18+ only minors ageless blank and non unadapted blogs will be blocked.
Plot: phantom of the opera au
Warnings: Some smut (im still learning how so go easy on me) fingering, dream sex, mind control but not dark)
The opera de popular was one of the crown jewels of paris, a place where dreams and nightmares can become a reality. It’s also where young (y/n) (l/n) found themselves living after the untimely death of their only living relative, their father.With no living family and no prospective husband (y/n) would have been homeless if not for Madame Ajak,the kindly dance instructor of the opera and a dear friend to the girls late father.
Madame Ajak became the mother you never knew, kind, caring, always able to cure any physical ailment that seemed to bother her or anyone else, with Madame came Sersi. She was another girl that had grown up in the opera. Madame Ajak was unable to have children of her own so she adopted Sersi when she was just a baby. The young woman was only a few years older then (y/n) and the two became fast friends. Sersi showed you the ins and outs of the opera house, really the ins and outs of Paris. Many times she would take you out and about to learn about your new home and everything in it including the rest of the people that would make up your new family. The first members you met came in the form of Gilgamesh and Thena.
Gilgamesh was the chief of security for the opera house. He was a giant boulder of a man well built and very intimidating at first glance, that is until he smiles at you and turns into the giant teddy bear he is. Always making sure all of us are safe and sneaking in baked goods every now and then. You wouldn’t know just from looking at him but he was an amazing baker, especially his pies they were to die for. With Gilgamesh came his partner Thena,she was gorgeous a goddess without even trying. She was the stunt, fighting and weapons expert for the opera and many other production houses in Paris. Many people thought she was a model but the mere thought made her grimace, “Why would I want to be a model and have to care what everyone thought of me?” Even though she had a tough exterior she was also very kind in her ways. Thena was determined for all of us younger girls at the opera to be able to protect ourselves, teaching everyone basic self defense and warning signs and so on and so forth. She was truly a ferocious mama bear if she wanted to be, to you she just became a protective aunt.
Next up was, without a doubt, your favorite trio, Phastos,Sprite and Makkari. All three worked backstage, keeping the opera house running as fabulously as it does. Phastos was the head engineer/ prop master. If something needed to be built he was the guy, his creations awe inspiring, some looking as though they had come straight out of the future, but he was still humble enough to answer any questions you or anyone had about the devices. Alongside Phastos worked sprite. She was young that was undeniable but boy was she talented, A true artist she was the head set designer and painter. Everything she created was so stunning you couldn’t even tell it wasn’t real. While Phastos was somewhat humble, Sprite was spunky, quick witted and sharp tongue when wronged. She halted being looked down on because of how young she looked and would lay into anyone who belittled her.
Makkari was a completely different story, even though she was deaf that did not stop her. Always with a kind smile on her face she ran around helping pull everything together. She was the resident lighting and stage hand always in the right place at the right time, almost like there were seven of her. When she wasn’t working she would be in the shopping district, dragging (y/n) with her to oogle all the shiny and sparkly Knick knacks, all the beautifully colored fabrics and imports coming in. In fact that's how Kingo was introduced.
Kingo was a fashionista, a real eye for how to make everyone look their best with one look.he was the opera's resident costume designer / understudy. Kingo dreamed of being on stage; he knew all the words, all the songs, everything, but sadly his time in the spotlight had not yet come. Everyone always reassured him his time would come, in fact you would always run lines with him whenever he was feeling down, he was over the top dramatic for sure but so entertaining. Probably the only thing more entertaining was picking on him with sprite and makkari. His reaction to the twos joke always brought a smile to your face, and was almost a bonding experience with the other girl.
During the day there was enough to distract you from your sullen thoughts. In particular the formation of a new found family, always there to relieve you of your boredom and loneliness but at night it was a different story. About a month after you had arrived you sat in the opera's small chapel, lighting a candle for your fathers soul. You guess your gentle weeping is what brought forth the angel's song, but all you really remember is the gentle glowing gold of the candles or at least you think it was the candles but you didn't really care as the feelings of calm wash over you with the soft timber of the angel's voice. At night or really whenever you were alone the angel would speak to you. Teach you the ways of the opera house and the music that went along with it. He was a mystic presence, always there but never in reach.
He invaded your whole life, when not learning from him at night your dreams started turning to him.
It would start with his voice, hearing it in your head as you drifted to sleep, the scene would change to a candle lit backdrop, soft smells of vanilla fill the air, a dreamy feeling wanders around you, then you would feel hands wrap around you. They were strong, long fingers as they wandered up and down your frame. You dare not turn around not wanting the feelings he provokes from you to end too quickly.
You watch as those glorious hands gently slide up your leg taking your thin night shift with them until they reach your core. A branding iron of heat in eloping you as he probes you. Fingers lightly playing with your clit as his lips caressed your ear, words ringing through your very soul it felt
“My beautiful beautiful muse, I've waited so long for you. I’ll never forget the day I first heard your voice, it was like hearing a blessing.”
You couldn’t even articulate words to reply to him shivering as hard as you were from merrily his touch.
“I can not wait for the day you truly belong to me. Mind. Body. And soul”
You feel his fingers stroking in tune to his words. Marking his point deep within your walls, but before you are able to climb to the peak a loud ringing sounds from beside you
“Ignore it”
You try of course but the ringing doesn’t stop. With each ring the scene around you shakes, deteriorating back into the blackness that waits behind your rapidly opening eyes. You sit up in shock, eyes trying to adjust to your bedroom as your alarm rings beside you. Your body still shivering from the after effects of the dream you just had.
Five years had passed, under your teachers guidance your gift bloomed but the only people you would even attempt to try to sing for would be your new family, and that was only light humming. The dreams became normal as well. Usually they happened after working with your mysterious and gracious master. You never learned anything more about him. All you knew was his voice but the one in your dreams seemed to evolve.
First was his hands and then his arms then his legs,his back,even a head of dark brown hair. But never his face. It was starting to vex you honestly, every time waking up from the pure euphoria of those dreams too have reality slap you in the face of how lonely you felt. Not that your new family did not appease your heart, in fact being with them was as natural as breathing. To be honest you couldn't describe what was wrong with you, all you could summarize it as was that it felt like part of you was missing.
A week after your 24th birthday the new owners of the opera appeared and with them came someone familiar.
“Listen up everyone!” Mr Richard's the old owner calls to everyone, all of us currently gathered on the main stag rehearsing the latest show
“I would like to introduce the new owners of the opera Monsieur Nelson and Monsieur Murdock.”
Everyone claps all clambering around to get the best views of the two young owners. You had to admit neither were horrible looking, you thought it was interesting for a blind person to want to buy an opera but it made sense to, even if he couldn’t see the performances, listening to them was the next best thing.
‘Thank you all, thank you we are both very happy to start our adventures in the arts.” Mr Nelson started “We would also like to introduce our generous backer Count Ikaris de solar.” Finished Mr Murdock to when a handsome brunette stepped onto stage to everyone’s approval and applause.
“Ikaris?” You gasped out as everyone continued to clap and awe over the count
“Do you know him (y/n)?” Sersi asks confusingly
“Yes, we knew each other as children. We were somewhat close before his family moved away, I can’t believe that's truly him.”
Before you get another word in, a loud clearing of the throat silences everyone. Mademoiselle Ayesha and her pompous son Adam, step through the crowd in their fine costumes. The madame was the current lead soprano for the opera even though you thought she couldn't sing for shit. Her voice was almost as grating as her attitude towards everyone. Sprite assumed the only reason she was given any parts was because of her stupidly wealthy family and late husband. But you choose not to comment on that. The woman stands there covered in gold and signals to the maestro to start at the top of her aria once more
Oh no she's starting again Sersi says from beside you already getting ready to cover her ears. In fact you can even see the housekeeping staff in the audience stuffing Cotton in their ears. The woman doesn’t get but a few lines in the aria her screeching tone ringing through the stage before the rolled up backdrop above her comes crashing down. The light but sturdy fabric lands on top of the soprano pinning her belly flopped to the stage floor to the shocks and screams of everyone around.
They rush to help the woman up but the damage to her pride is too great. She starts screeching about all the previous accidents directed at her, of all the misfortune and indignity that has befallen her and how she will not stand for it any longer. Mr Murdock simply stands there letting the scene unfold as Mr Nelson loses his mind along the diva as she. Stomps her heel gathering all her things, her son and their people and promptly leaving
The new owners were in a tissy (mostly foggy) wondering how they are supposed to open tomorrow with no star. How this whole adventure is now wasted. Madame Ajak promptly interrupts, saving Mr Nelson from a full melt down, handing the duo a dark black envelope with a giant red wax seal on it.
“Where did that come from?” You ask Sersi
“That confirms it then, It must was the phantom”
“The phantom?”
“Have you honestly not heard the others talk about this?
“No?”
She just shakes her head at you before filling you in on the details
“He's a mysterious person, some say he’s a ghost, others a demon but no one knows for sure. They say he's been here forever always making his presence known. In fact the previous owner used to pay him a monthly wage just to appease him, that and that box number 5 be kept empty for him whenever he wishes. Everything was going well but this past couple years he has gotten a little more devious.
“Why?”
No one really knows, and everyone’s afraid to ask or look around afraid they’ll never be seen again.
Before you can ask sersi more your name is being called.
“(Y/n)(l/n) can do it.”
What?” You had missed the conversation between the two new owners and Madame Ajak
One of your dances can replace the star diva from the past 5 years.? Your sure about that?
“Foggy why don't we give the girl a chance”
“Matt this is doing nothing for. My nerves
You stand there like a deer in headlight hoping you could somehow slip to the back and out of sight but Sersi sees you growing anxiety and gently but firmly directs you towards Ajak.
Madame gently took you from her daughter and lead you to the center of the stage
“Madame what,,,,but,, I,,,”
“It will be alright dear. I've heard you practice these last couple of years when you sneak off at night, and i know your teacher has taught ypu well”
“My teacher?”
Ajak just gives you a knowing look before she turns towards the maestro and nods at him leaving you standing there as everyone watches.
You hear quiet cheer from stage left where your little opera family all stand giving you thumbs up and right smiles, trying to ease your nerves, though it doesn’t really help, it's not till you look up towards the grand chandler that that gentle calming glow envelops your senses once more.
“From the top of the aria mademoiselle”
The band picks up and the music begins to play
To be honest you don't remember much after that. It was a whirlwind of activity. Being swept off stage and quickly fitted into costumes, stage managers telling you where you need to stand, color spotting you with lights all the fixing basically to make it seem like you were always meant to be in the role.
You didn't know that while you sang your heart out on stage a certain young count had finally taken notice of you
“(Y/n)?”
“That’s the girl that used to follow you around?” Count Arishem Ikarus’s father ask begrudgingly
“Yes father that's the daughter of that famous violinist tha lived near our old summer home.”
“Well, well we may have found ourselves a diamond in the rough after all. The elder count scrutinizes the crowd all gawking at the peasant, like she's a princess. All he sees is an opportunity to boost his family further, the gears of his plan already forming in his mind.
Phantoms pov
There she is at last! Right where she belongs, my beautiful beautiful muse.
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Hear me out, what if, WHAT IF, Phastos gifted a pair of like mechanical wings to Angel for her to fly one more time with Ikaris 🥺?
You know what? He definitely would do that.
I hope you like this!
Soar
(Ikaris x fem!guardian angel!reader)
Word count: 2.9k words
Warnings: Angel and her vulgar mouth, words like shit and ass and boobs, tooth-rotting fluff, smidgen of angst, brief mentions of death, some repetitive words (im sorry), affectionate Ikaris!, Angel and Ikaris being the babeys that they are
This is a part of the series Savior (Ikaris x fem!guardian angel!reader) I suggest you read this first before you continue with Soar. Or read this before Savior, idk. Do what you like, I'm not your mom lol
“Take off your shirt.”
You raised a brow at Phastos, looking at him curiously before your face broke into a shit-eating grin.
“Why, Phastos, you’d have to take me out to dinner first.” you teased and saw the Inventor Eternal roll his eyes. You chuckled at his exasperation. “Thanks for the offer but I’m married. And besides, I didn’t know you swing both ways now.”
“I don’t,” he replied shortly.
You grinned again. You walked around his little workshop—well, it was more of a plain generic garage, really. Phastos had no need for those human tools whenever he invented something; he just needed to wave and flick his hand and anything he had set his mind to would be made. Much like you with your powers, only yours were made of brilliant golden light and very limited to handheld weapons, or else they’d vanish once you let go of your fist.
“So, why do you need me here again? Other than to see me topless.” You turned to him, leaning back on a table as you watched him take his spot in the center of room.
“I want to perfect something,” he said. “You can keep your shirt on for the time being. This needs a bit of tweaking before I can have you try it.”
“What is it?” you asked, peering at the disassembled machine that hovered above the both of you.
“It’s… something,” he replied distractedly.
You smiled softly, letting him. Once Phastos was engrossed in his projects, it was impossible to pry his attention from it. You just walked about the place to entertain yourself, looking at the random stuff that were scattered everywhere. There were the usual home tools of grass cutters and wrenches and pliers, with the occasional wooden picture frame that was most likely Jack’s school project and a baking soda volcano took up a spot on the corner. There was a photo of Phastos’s family in one of the wonky frames and a photo of Jack and Ben tacked to the board. A table was cluttered with an unfinished project and another held a little birdhouse, half-painted. The whole room was messy, if not homey, and it looked really nice and domestic.
You turned to look at the little device Phastos was working on and neared it. “What’s it do?”
He shushed you. You made a face at your interruption and watched closely as he took a little piece of something to replace it with something in the something. Really, you had no idea what it was other than it was sleek, V-shaped, gold, and if you held it, would fit the length of your palm.
He did a little more of flicking and twisting and turning his hands before everything fell into place. The V-shaped machine floated before the both of you, bobbing in the air and likely waiting for Phastos’s next customizing.
“Ta-da.” he said with a beam, gesturing to the little item.
You looked at him expectantly, lips pursed. “Okay…?”
He sighed. “I don’t know why I bother with this family.”
“No, no!” You touched his arm, smiling apologetically. “I’d be as excited as you are if I only knew what it is.”
“These are your wings.” he said plainly and you had to blink before you processed his words.
“What?”
“Your wings. Since, you know, the whole fiasco at the beach years ago, I figured you’d want to fly again.” He looked rueful and shy and you knew he was apologetic for being the one to have urged you to try and temporarily blind Ikaris, but only to have your husband kill you for it by clipping your wings.
“It’s not your fault, you know. Ikaris was being a stupid ass then.” you said nonchalantly. “Plus, we needed to stop him from making more really stupid decisions.”
He cleared his throat. “Right. Yes. Well.”
You watched him, smiling to yourself. All of the other Eternals tried not to talk about that time in the beach but you knew it was inevitable. It was part of all of your lives; a test to the bond they had as a family and a clarity for you as to why you were a guardian angel to the most annoying, most pain-in-the-ass Eternal there was. Everyone came out relatively unscathed then—well, you were brought back to life so that counted.
You circled the device, leaning in to look at the little etchings on it. The symbols were a mix of Ikaris’s and yours. “It’s too small to even lift me from the ground.” You looked up at Phastos, smiling bashfully. “I mean, thank you. I’m sure this is amazing but I don’t see how this would work.”
“It would need your cosmic energy to activate it.” he said. “It should only work with your energy signature so no one else could use it.”
“Okay.” Cool. “How do I activate it?”
“Put your mind to it.”
“That’s Druig’s thing,” you deadpanned.
He sighed. You only grinned at him. God, how you loved teasing and riling up everyone in the family.
“How do you usually use your wings? I’d assume you just put your mind to it, like you do when you think about picking up a cup with your hand or kicking a stone with your foot.”
You nodded. He was right on that. “One thing, though?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t see the wings.”
“I don’t know what they look like,” Phastos said honestly. It was true; it had only been Ajak, Ikaris, Gil, and Druig who had seen your wings before they were cut off but they were the most magnificent wings you’ve ever seen.
You turned to him curiously. If Phastos could give you back the very same wings you had, you’d be eternally grateful. Pun intended.
“Are you going to remake them?” you asked gingerly. You did not want to hope. You’ve been used to being wingless for nearly a decade now. To have wings again was nothing short of a miracle.
“Well, you are.” he replied. “Like I said, put your mind to it.”
“Do you work for IKEA? Because your instructions are pretty vague just like their manuals.” You teased. “If I end up conjuring a black hole, it’s on you.”
“Y/N…”
“I’m joking.” You walked over to him and pulled him into a hug, squeezing him as tight as you could. “Thank you, P. You don’t know how much this means to me.”
Phastos patted your back and pulled away, smiling down at you. “So, let’s see how it is. Take your shirt off and turn back.”
You put your hand to the hem of your blouse but hesitated. You looked at Phastos unsurely, not knowing how to explain the many gash and slash marks that decorated your back.
“I’m not going to jump on you, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Phastos said when he plucked the device from air.
“Damn. I thought I was hot as hell. Well, there goes my self-esteem,” you teased again. You lifted your shirt slowly, unsurely, and turned back, baring to him your long history with human violence.
“Y/N—”
You flinched at the piteous tone in his voice. You hated it when they pitied you. “It’s ugly, I know.”
“Do they still hurt?”
“No. Only to look at, though.” You cleared your throat. “Can I keep the front of my shirt on? You might see the hickeys on my boobs.” you joked.
You could almost see the frown on his face.
“Were you always this vulgar?” he asked.
“Seven thousand years of life and you expect me to be prudent and demure? Besides, Jack’s in school. I don’t think he can hear us.” You crossed your arms across your chest, covering yourself as you turned to him. “So, what’s next?”
“I’m assuming the two slanted patches of skin were where your wings were attached once?”
“Yeah, the only virgin angel parts in my whole body.”
He groaned. “Y/N, so help me god—”
You laughed. “I’m sorry. I’m nervous. You’re giving me wings. You’re making my dreams come true.”
He sobered, smiling softly at you. “It’s nothing compared to what you’ve done for everyone.”
You shrugged. “Eh, it means a lot to me either way.”
Phastos turned and twisted his hands again, adding a bit more length to the device in his hands. He held it out for you to inspect. “Okay. I’m going to attach this to the base of your spine with these ends,” he gestured to the tops of the V, “connecting to where your wings were once. It should take a few seconds to read your cosmic energy signature before you could use it.”
“Is it going to electrocute me?” you asked as you turned your back to him again. “Because you’d probably forgotten but I’m made of some kind of organic material and I know I’m a good electric conductor.”
“It might sting a little but that’s only because I’m connecting it to your body. You don’t have to take it out ever again, even when you don’t use it.”
Cold, sharp metal tickled your lower back and the sudden sting of metal prongs digging in made you yelp out loud.
“Sorry,” you heard Phastos say.
“Is this permanently attached to me now? Like a classy tramp stamp?” you asked when you straightened.
As you were about to say another quip at your Inventor friend, you felt the surging of cosmic energy through you. It was a cold tingle that ran from the tips of your toes to the top of your head before settling in the two slanted spots of skin on your back. You felt it coming out of you, felt it take shape behind you and, with a bright surge of light, materialized into something that was concrete and familiar.
“Holy shit.”
.
You looked up at Ikaris, smiling when he placed your arms around his neck. You had arrived home just in time for him to come back from his errands and you both made quick work of dinner before coming up to your bedroom balcony. It had become a ritual, to come up there and watch the night sky as it got dark enough for him to fly the both of you.
“You still haven’t told me what Phastos wanted with you today, angel.” He nuzzled your nose with his, placing his hands on your waist and gently swaying you as if in a dance.
“What are you doing?” you asked, chuckling.
Above the both of you, the moon was big and red. A blood moon, you thought. Often it meant chaos and disruption but you found it fitting because it also meant change.
“Interrogating my wife.” he replied cheekily. “And dancing with her.”
You smiled. “I like the dancing part. The interrogation, I don’t think so.”
He nuzzled his nose against yours again. “It’s not much of an interrogation, anyway. You haven’t answered my question.”
You turned your head up and gently pecked his lips. “Why are you so interested to know?”
“You could be plotting something against me,” he teased against your lips.
“Please,” you said, offended. “I don’t need Phastos’s help for that. I’m perfectly fine plotting something against you on my own.”
He threw his head back and laughed. “I’m sure.”
You grinned.
“Was that what you were doing?” he tried again, searching your face.
You winked and kissed his lips again. You felt him smile against you. You placed your palm on his cheek and pulled away to look at him.
“It’s nothing serious, if that’s what you’re worried about. All three of them are doing okay. Jack is doing amazing in school. He got great marks on his test about Greek history today.” you told him. “So, are you going to fly me tonight, lover, or do I have to play twenty questions with you first?”
You felt your feet lift from the floor of your balcony. Ikaris held you firmly by the waist, bringing you easily with him to the skies. You kept close to him, watching as the both of you moved closer to the moon. You passed by the buildings of the Chicago skyline and went through the clouds. You held out your hand, feeling the soft mist of the clouds as it passed though you. You both emerged from the largest collection of clouds, hovering above it as you saw an unobstructed view of the blood moon. Below you, Chicago and its neighboring cities twinkled like earthly stars.
“Beautiful,” you whispered as you looked at the sight before you.
“Yes, you are.” Ikaris whispered back at you.
You looked at him, smiling a soft smile before pushing yourself away from him to freefall back to Earth.
“Angel!” Ikaris yelled in panic, watching as he groped the air to catch you from falling.
You closed your eyes as the air rushed around you with your descent, wetting you with the water vapor held within the clouds. You missed this, missed freefalling back to the earth and flying just as you neared the skyline. You never attempted to do that with Ikaris; you always held on to him whenever he flew you across the city. But now, with Phastos’s invention…
“Y/N!”
You opened your eyes, seeing you were still in the clouds, but Ikaris was nowhere near you. Not seeing him would have scared you on any other occasion but today, you were fine with that. You were more than okay with it, actually, because you wanted to surprise him.
You closed your eyes once again as you activated the device Phastos made for you. The cosmic energy in you swirled deep in your belly; you imagined golden tentacles extending to the far reaches of your toes and your mind and pulling it towards your center before exiting your back. Your mind went back to the day you first saw your majestic wings, to your reflection on the water as it showed the golden lights between your magnificent white feathers of various sizes, and you felt the change in the cosmic energy as it molded itself after your memory.
“Angel! Y/N! Where are you!”
You breathed deeply. The rush of the air was back and it rung in your ears. You were out of the clouds now, out of hiding… and, opening your eyes, you gave a mighty flap of your new wings.
“Y/N—!”
You hovered before your husband, smiling softly as your wings flapped to keep you afloat.
The device had been able to bend your cosmic energy to make your wings; a golden outline of every apex and curve, of the large primary flight feathers to the smaller secondary control feathers, to mark the place where your once majestic and awesome wings were.
The only thing Phastos could not replicate were your feathers. He said that while it was possible to make them, it would be difficult to hide them back when you had no need of it. It would’ve been wonderful to have them again but it was a sacrifice you were willing to make. So instead of those, more brilliant light filled the void of the outline. Your once white feathered wings were now made of radiant, golden, cosmic light. It shone brightly and brilliantly, like a beacon that surrounded and bathed you in its luminosity.
For the longest time, you were whole again.
“Angel,” Ikaris said reverently, eyes on your golden wings, a tear falling down his cheek.
You flew to him, wiping away the tear with the pad of your thumb before taking his hand in yours. “Yes, my love. I’m an angel again.”
“How?”
“Phastos,” you said simply and it was explanation enough.
He swallowed and reached out to touch it. Your power buzzed and crackled as his finger traced the shape of your wings. His touch was airy and soft, nearly phantom-like but very much worshipful.
“It’s real,” he whispered.
You nodded and felt your own eyes burn with tears. It’s real, you thought to yourself. I’m flying on my own again.
“Angel,” Ikaris murmured achingly. “My Angel.”
Tears rolled down your cheek.
“I thought—I thought I’d never see you like this again.” He swallowed. His eyes continued to roam and watch your wings. “They’re as beautiful as I remember them.”
“They’re more beautiful now, Ikaris, because it’s made with the same cosmic energy that’s running through you, the same one you gave to me so I could live.” You told him. “You made it happen.”
He pulled your closer to him, closing his eyes as he leaned his forehead against yours. “I love you,” he whispered with all emotion.
“Thank you,” you said. “Thank you for making me whole.”
You willed your wing to bend and caress the side of Ikaris’s face. The golden light illuminated his face and, in his eyes, you saw all the love he held for you. It was one and the same with the love you held in your eyes. He looked so beautiful bathed in your light, in the same brilliance that you shared with him.
“Ikaris?” you called after a while.
You both had flown hand in hand, cruising the skies as you watched the lights below you fade to black. It was nearly midnight and there was only a smattering of lights in the cities across the state, with some flickering until they died out. The moon moved higher in the sky, shining its redness down on the gray clouds. Against the backdrop of the blood moon, you looked like the Weeping Goddess that you were.
“Yes, angel?”
You watched his face; at the adoring expression he wore on it before you broke away from him. You grinned devilishly.
“Catch me if you can.”
And you soared the night.
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✧. In Every Lifetime ✧.
Chapter 1 - The Start
nav // marvel m.list // series m.list // ko-fi
✧.* word count: 4.7k
✧.* warnings: suicide, suggestive themes NSFW
✧.* genre: NSFW // fluff with angst (future fluff)
Druig knew his time with you would be short, if only he knew just how short it was.
Despite his more reclusive manner, Druig fancies himself a little bit of entertainment with the humans from time to time. He enjoys watching parties, albeit, from a distance, instead of partaking in them like his fellow Eternals, Sersi, Sprite, and Kingo seem to love. Instead, he prefers to watch the humans from afar as they converse.
Though he does not show it, as time goes, he grew to care for the humans around him. Their complex feelings and thoughts, not to mention their tenacity, determination, and fearlessness, stuck out to him. Unlike him and his friends, the humans weren’t immortal. They didn’t possess the powers he and his fellow Eternals indulge on. They simple had their intelligence to differentiate them from Earth’s other species.
And yet, despite all that, they were able to grow more intelligent by the day. They still strive to wake up the next morning even if they know it may just be their last. They aren’t afraid to live.
In the centre of it all was a dancer.
Druig has watched you from afar for quite some time now, a dancer whose compassion knows no bounds. Babylon wasn’t a big city after all, he could watch you from afar without you knowing for a while. Even if that statement did sound rather creepy. He reasons that he’s just trying to make sure you stay safe.
You were one of those humans that seemed to possess more compassion and kindness in your heart than the rest of your peers.
Your tenderness seems to reach out to all manner of life forms too.
Whether that were plants or animals, you treated them with the amount of dignity and respect he never thought was possible in a human. While you were an odd fellow, sometimes slinking out of crowds to no one knows where. Only reappearing a few hours later with a more jovial smile. Druig still seems to be completely enamoured by you.
“Tending to your plants again, are you?” He spoke in Babylonian when he ‘accidentally’ bumps into you.
You were balancing two pots of rather large plants on both hands when you bumped into the Eternal. Almost dropping the two objects if not for Druig, who quickly steadied you and caught one of the pots about to slip from your grasp. He took it from your hands as you thanked him and apologized for not being careful enough. He only smiled and walked with you towards your destination, holding the pot in his hands.
“I simply thought that my garden was lacking in a variety of plants, and spring is to come, so I thought today was a good time to buy more.” You shrugged as you walked side by side with him towards your home.
The pot in your hand was rather heavy, so Druig, ever the gentleman, opened the door for you as you both made your way behind your home to your garden.
“This isn’t diverse enough for you?” He teased you while you placed the potted plant down and took the one in his hands. “There is always room for more plants.”
Druig simply smiled as he watched you take out the plants from their pots and mutter something under your breath before planting them in the ground of your garden. For a moment, he took his time to look around your garden. As a dancer, you didn’t receive much money, well you did, but not enough to allow you to be able to buy a home with a garden as large as this. But as he remembered, this home was gifted to you by another person whose life you had saved.
He was sure to add that to the list of odd things about you. Not only did you constantly mutter something underneath your breath, something even he can’t hear. You also seem to always be around when chaos unfolds. Putting you right in the middle of death. Yet, you always come out of it alive, not unscathed, but alive, and with another life with you.
In every accident that seemed to happen when someone’s life was in danger, you would be able to rescue their life. Of course, this didn’t happen every single time, you didn’t have powers like him or any of the other Eternals, but you saved enough lives for it to be noticeable.
Like the time a building collapsed and you somehow were ablet o pull a child form under the building right before the collision. Druig remembered how much he cursed at himself that night when he saw you with battered and bruised. After you had shielded some of the heavy debris with your body to protect the child.
He thought that he should’ve been the one there, hypnotise the child to run away or do something. Not you, the human who was much more fragile than he was.
Or the other time where a Deviant somehow made its way into the city walls and started destroying the surrounding area. A few lives were lost that day, but more were saved by him and the others. You were there as well, pulling people back from the monster’s jaws, slinking away when the monster’s claws were mere centimetres away from you.
That night you suffered a few broken bones and could not dance for a few months. Months Druig spent with you so you don’t suffer from the most terrible thing in the world.
Boredom.
“Are you going to keep standing there, watching me do all the hard work or ar you going to help me by getting that watering can beside you?” Druig was quickly cut off from his train of thoughts when your voice reached his ears.
He straightened himself from where he was leaning on and chuckled. Grabbing the watering can beside him and giving it over to you. After offering him a small thanks, you spoke again.
“You know,” you paused, “I’ve been noticing something strange lately.” Druig felt like he knew where this was going, yet he still entertained it, leaning back to the wall and crossing his arms in front of his chest as he smirked. “Really? What could that be?”
You laughed as you wiped the dirt off your fingers; before standing up to look at the Eternal in front of you. You weren’t an idiot. You knew of his advances towards you. Despite this, you knew better than to fall in love with him. And yet, your heart still yearns for his touch and his lips on yours.
“There’s this man, who keeps following me around. He thinks I cannot tell, but, you see, I can always tell when his eyes are on me.” You poke as Druig hummed, feigning confusing with a quirk of his rows. “He’s a very curious man. He has these odd powers that make him truly magnificent. The people would praise him like God.” You paused as you whispered the last part, “But I think he’s a thief.”
That made Druig truly surprised. A thief? Him? Maybe Makkari. But him? “A thief you say? What makes you say that about this man?” It was then you walked closer to him.
Mere centimetres away from the man plaguing your dreams for months now. You thought.
May the Gods forgive me.
And let yourself fall in love.
Something you may regret in a couple of days.
“Because he has stolen my heart.” At that moment, you closed the distance between you and him. Placing your lips on his as he chuckled, he saw it coming; of course, he was just waiting to see when it’ll happen.
Not caring about the light dirt that still coated your clothes and hands, he placed one of his hands on your waist and pulled you closer to him. Flushing both your bodies together as his lips greedily took in yours. Like you, he may regret doing something like this in the years to come. But right now? With one of his hands on the small of your back and the other behind your head, deepening the kiss. He couldn’t care less.
He’ll deal with the consequences later.
If only he knew how soon those consequences would come.
Needing air, you pulled yourself away from him. Placing both your hands on his chest as you looked up at Druig with shining eyes. Usually, he’d make an offhanded comment on how you were making a mess of his clothes with your dirty hands. But now, all he did was softy caress your cheek with his hand, the other making mindless patterns on your back.
Druig had never felt o at peace before in his long life. And maybe it was a curse to him that he felt this way towards a human, destined to die long before he even starts to age. If ageing was even possible for an Eternal such as himself. But he couldn’t help it.
Yes, your kindness, compassion, and humility made him first feel entranced by you. Few humans were willing to put their lives on the line to save a stranger. But you weren’t the only human that wasn’t heartless; you weren’t notable in that regard.
So, it was your personality, grace, imperfections, love for plants and animals, and surprisingly green thumb that made your plants thrive even in the coldest of winters that made him fall so desperately in love with you. Yes, it was in the way you carried yourself, in the way you spoke, in the way you moved, in the way you, to simply state it, exist.
Druig has always been enamoured by humans’ ability to take their little time and make it worthwhile. But with you, that seemed to have doubled.
As if you knew every second you lived had to be cherished and loved.
That was the thing he loved most about you.
Call him a fool if you must. Because he was a fool, a fool in love.
You giggled softly when your gaze broke form his overly intense ones before pulling away and patted his chest lightly. Turning around to tend to a particular rare flower, Druig smiled. He watched the way your hands softly glazed over its white petals. He remembered that flower. He gave it to you as an apology a year ago.
“I didn’t think anyone could render you speechless.” You teased with your back facing him.
Druig stayed silent as a mischievous smirk crept up onto his features. As you started to check the leaves of a different plant that he, for the life of him, could not remember the name of, his arms wrapped around your body from behind. Pulling you flush against his chest as he leaned his cheek against yours.
You started laughing when his nimble fingers began tickling your sides.
“Druig!” you yelled as a warning. “Stop!!!” you yelled again between your laughter.
“You want me to stop, beautiful?” he stopped for a moment; letting you finally breathe as you giggled and leaned into his muscled torso. “Yes. Thank you.” You breathlessly mutter.
Druig didn’t let you go though, he kept his hands on the front of your body, swaying side to side. Before whispering in your ear, “No.”
Followed by his fingers immediately tickling you once again. This time it had completely caught you off guard and your wretched instincts, decided to kick in. Your elbow, all of the sudden, hit him straight to his gut. Druig stuttered back as he watched you quickly turn around, both your hands closing your mouth as regret and fear rushed over you.
He would chuckled if it didn’t cause some pain to flicked in his gut.
“You’re stronger than you look.” He spoke as he doubled over. “Gods! I’m sorry, I warned you!��
You tried to keep a light air with your jokes, still, Druig saw how panicked you looked. It confused him slightly. Whilst you were stroner than Druig could ever expect, he had seen how nimble and strong you could be when you pulled or pushed people out of the way from oncoming danger. Your reaction, wide eyes filled with shock and fear, was the curious thing.
Though just as quickly as the pain came, it went. His main priority was now ensuring that you didn’t hurt him. He let a careless smile make its way to his face as he moves towards you. Placing his hands on your cheeks, he chuckled, “I’m alright, my love.”
Those two words felt so natural on his tongue. As if he was meant to call you his love all his life. And hearing those words, he could see your eyes sparkle for a moment. Only for it to suddenly disappear as your brows furrowed. As if you had heard or seen something displeasing to you.
Druig was just about to ask what was wrong, but you quickly shook your head and turned to look back at him. Smiling widely now. All before your lips touched his. This time, with an edge of hurriedness to it.
Druig smiled into the kiss as your hands begun roaming from his chest to his back, pulling him closer to you as the two of you made your way towards the bedroom. Months and months of pining and push and pull between the two of you seemed to have finally reached its peak.
This time, he was the one who pulled back. “I thought you had dance practice for your performance in a couple of days?” he mischievously asked as you shrugged. “I don’t think they’ll mind if I miss a day.”
You smirked as Druig’s hands begun edging the lines of your tunic and pants, “Hm, I don’t think they will.” Was all he said.
That night, Druig spent in the comfort of your touch, of your skin, of your soft voice. Of pleasure and thrill. Your hands roaming his skin, his hands roaming yours. He didn’t know if Heaven existed, or if it was something humans created. But whatever it was, he was sure it felt like this.
Your body against his as you gripped the sheets under you, his groans in your ears as pleasure flowed through his entire being. It truly felt like Heaven.
He wished he could make you see the stars and make you feel the way he does every single day, but alas, your life was fleeting. What he could do was take use of what time he did have.
If only he knew how little that time truly was.
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A few days later, as night took over, festivities ran high.
Druig went into the city’s centre late into the party, knowing he didn’t really have a reason to surround himself with drunken mortals until a few moments before your performance. The moment he did step into the great hall, he could already see Sprite telling stories of battles and the endless glories of Eternals and humans alike, using her apparitions.
Kingo was dancing with some other drunken men and women, laughing alongside them as they tripped over one another. He could see Ikaris and Sersi conversing in one of the far corners of the room. The two of them had bright smiles on their faces as they chuckled and laughed at what the other must’ve said.
Druig wasn’t usually a jealous person, but he did occasionally get jealous. He was jealous of seeing the two of them. It would take an idiot not to see they were softly falling in love with one another. And unlike him, their love could blossom and grow in the thousands of years they’ll live through. Whilst his love would have to wilt and die the moment you closed your eyes.
Something that’ll come sooner than he thought.
He shook his head, ridding himself of those macabre thoughts. Perhaps he should take a leaf out of the humans’ book and cherished what short life they had. Mortality was never a thing he had to face until he fell head over heels for you.
In the corner of his eye, he could see Ajak watching him. Well, she was always watching everyone form afar. Her motherly tendencies and instinct never seem to halt even in the festive environment. Thena, Gilgamesh, and Phastos were talking to some other humans on one of the tables. Well, it was more like Phastos talking and the rest listening. Though seeing from Gilgamesh’s rather bored expression, he was looking for a chance to leave the conversation.
The only Eternal he didn’t see was Makkari.
But he didn’t think too much of that. Makkari had always been the Eternal with a penchant for mischief, with him in close second. She was probably out exploring some part of the city none of them could get to or stealing something that interested her whilst the people partied.
Suddenly, the music dulled, the drums people were playing silenced, and that had been the moment he’d been waiting for. Druig slinked back to the part of the hall where not many could see him, despite him being able to clearly see the middle of the hall where everyone had parted away.
Slowly, a different tune started to play. One made of more melody than that of the festive drums of before. One that had a beat, a rhythm, and a tune. From the entrance of the hall came a slew of dancers. They all dressed in the same beautiful clothing that matched the interior of the hall. With their talents and grace, everyone loved them.
Despite their similar way of clothing themselves, Druig’s eyes easily landed on yours. The two of you made eye contact for a while when you went in, he grinned when you bashfully broke your gaze.
As you moved your body across the ground with grace and agility. He couldn’t look away. Enamoured and entranced by your elegance. He let his lips tweak up to a very rare soft smile. One he immediately retreated when he suddenly felt someone tap his shoulder, right in time for the song to finish and the dancers to take their leave after basking in the loud cheers of the audience.
When Druig looked to his side, he groaned in displeasure. Staring up at him was the mischievous grin of a certain Eternal that he couldn’t locate earlier that night. Makkari.
She grinned widely at him.
“What?” he signed as well as spoke. It wasn’t like the people around him could understand his language either way. Makkari only laughed loudly as a response, “I see your eyes was stuck on a particular dancer.” She teased. “I also see the way you follow her around like a creep.”
She laughed once she finished signing that last part of her statement. Druig cocked his head to the side. Was it that obvious? As if she could sense his thoughts, Makkari quickly signed.
“It isn’t that obvious, don’t worry too much, but I do like watching the people here and I,” she paused, “I see the way she looks at you. Are you going to do anything about it?” She queried.
Makkari had no way of knowing that Druig had already done something about it. The only question in his mind was, what now? He wanted to pursue you more; you didn’t have much time left in your life.
Although right now Babylon was at peace, that didn’t mean the human lifespan now was very long. As far as he knew, the average age where human women died were around their 40s, you were just about to reach 30 this year. You only had so long left.
He should do something about it.
Cherish the years you have left with him. But would it be worth the heartbreak after? And did you even want this? You could’ve wanted to just love someone that would die with you. He could read your mind to ifnd out the answers to his questions, but he had sworn to you once this friendship bloomed to never do that. And he’d rather die than betray your trust in him.
“You should do something about it.” Makkari signed before smiling at her friend and leaving him to lament on her words.
It was at that point that Druig realized something.
He didn’t care how long he had with you. He knew you loved him; if you didn’t you wouldn’t have kissed him. So, whatever time he has left with you, he’d gladly spend it by your side.
After this realization, he immediately bolted out of the door to look for you. He didn’t know where you went, but an idea went into his head once he saw one of the dancers. Not caring to ask, he went into her mind and searched if she knew where you went. The answers that came to him puzzled him.
You had separated from the group early on after they had left the hall, and this particular dancer, whose mind he inhibits now, saw you making your way to the rooftop of the great structure that was the great hall.
For all his time watching you, he had never seen you even go there or allude to wanting to go there. It was a beautiful place to watch the stars and the city below, but it wasn’t somewhere he thought interested you.
With a puzzled mind, Druig made the ascend towards the rooftop of the great hall. When he reached the top, his heart dropped to the ground. There you were, standing extremely close to the edge. Watching the ground below you.
He hesitantly called out to you. When you gasped and almost lost balance of your footing, Druig swore he could feel his heart stop just for a second.
You slowly and carefully turned around, now facing him.
“What are you doing?” he spoke, hesitantly and slowly made his way towards you.
By the way your face scrunched up in a dilemma, you seemed to not know what to tell him.
“Step away from the edge my love, you’re going to get hurt.” He was now a few metres away from you. He had half a mind to just use his powers and get you out of danger, but he stopped himself.
When he took another step forward, you yelled at him. “Druig, please! Don’t- Don’t come any closer.”
That sudden fear in your voice caused him to stop immediately. What were you doing??? What was happening???
“I-” you could only stare at him with tears brimming the corner of your eyes, “Why do you have to make this so difficult for me?!” You screamed at him.
To be completely honest, Druig ddidn’t know what you were talking about. He hadn’t seen the signs; he hadn’t seen you seemingly wanting to hurt or kill yourself. But perhaps he was just blind to it, and for that, he hated himself.
He called out to you again, his voice bringing the tears in the corners of your eyes to fully pour out. You sobbed softly as Druig wracked his brain for something to say, anything at all.
How he wished he could just approach you, pull you from the edge and comfort you. He loathed seeing you cry. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t risk coming any closer to you in case that you decided to do the unfathomable.
“Why are you doing this?!” Was the only thing that came out.
You closed your eyes and shook your head violently to the side, whispering and muttering something under your breath. Something he couldn’t hear.
He’s had enough. He cherished your trust in him and he’d hate to break it. But he cared about you more. He couldn’t lose you. Not like this. Not when he had just realized how much love he could give you.
At a moment’s notice, he used his power against you, only to feel a sudden drawback, a terrible headache swirled his head. And you, didn’t move away from the edge. His powers. Didn’t work.
He called out to you again. This time, cautious and absolutely terrified.
The headache grew tenfold in size and pain as he tried, again and again, to force your body to move towards him. To get you to safety, to convince you that you didn’t need to do this. That whatever was pushing you to kill yourself at this moment was irrelevant and didn’t matter.
But it wouldn’t work.
Panic rose through his entire system. Something he didn’t feel very often. But at this moment, with the back of your feet at this point dangling dangerously on edge and his powers seemingly unaffecting you. Terror filled him.
“I’m sorry.” You whispered, “I wished we had more time.”
Druig’s legs moved before he could think; he practically ran towards you, desperate to do something instead of standing around. But it was too late by the time he was at arm’s distance towards you. You had leaned back. You had fallen from the building. You had ended your life.
There was a small thud when your body hit the ground, followed by hundreds of screams. The festivities stopped almost immediately. And so did he.
He stayed silent, processing what had just happened. In the end, when he realized this wasn’t just a sick and twisted dream being played on him, he dropped to his knees.
Druig stared at where you had just stood minutes ago, before you took your own life. In his mind, he berated himself for not being able to do something about it. The fact that your mind was immune to his powers was the least of his concerns at this moment.
He could hear Makkari run through the stairs leading up to the rooftop. She stood in shock at the top of the staircase, taking in the sight in front of her. Of Druig, the one Eternal that had never seemed to show any kind of weakness, suddenly on his knees, helplessly watching the spot where the woman he loved once stood.
When Makkari made her way towards her friend, she didn’t use her speed. She took her time for once. Walking towards Druig softly before coming down to her knees beside him as well.
Her right arm reached to his right shoulder, her left on his left, whilst her cheek leaned towards his left shoulder. Offering him a silent comfort, she leaned sideways towards him, embracing him in a side hug. He didn’t move, didn’t react.
He simple stared.
Oh, all of the things he would give to just see you once more. See your bright smile even when you had broken yet another bone from saving the life of a kitten who was just about to be hit by a horse. Hear your voice as you rambled about how someone was kind enough to give you a rare plant form their travels. Fell your lips against his own as the two of you chuckled in the privacy of your garden.
There were many things Druig, an Eternal, didn’t feel much compared to the humans around him. Life experience allowed him to do so. Mortality was a human attribute he never thought would look at him straight in his eyes.
He didn’t know how to feel, what to think, how to act.
Very time he had felt disturbed or helpless, like the times Ajak wouldn’t let him intervene as humans brawled one another, he reacted with anger. He didn’t like feeling sad. He preferred to be angry.
So that was what he did.
He shrugged Makkari’s touch away from him and abruptly stood up. Making his way towards the staircase, his shoulders shoving into Ikaris as the rest of the Eternals finally reached the top of the rooftop to see what happened. He didn’t care for the way Sersi or Ajak called out to him until Makkari stopped them.
He felt angry.
Resentful almost.
At himself for not being able to do anything.
At the world for making humans so damn fragile and mortal.
And finally.
At fate for making him fall so deeply in love with someone who he knew he had a limited time with. Only that he didn’t realize how truly limited that time was.
As he made his way outside the hall, he heard one of the dancers cry. “We were just about to celebrate her birthday. What could push her to do such a thing?!” She wailed into someone’s shoulder.
Oh, fate was truly cruel, wasn’t it?
Your birthday, and not only did he not know, he also had to witness your death on your fucking birthday.
How cruel the world was.
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CATFA: Part One
Pairing: Ikaris x Female!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~2.2k
Warnings: canon violence, language, and angst
Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3
Earth is nothing like you expected it to be. There are a lot of planets in your home galaxy that can support life as well as millions of other planets in other galaxies around yours. Still, you never expected Earth to be so similar to your home planet, Xenia--a thriving ecosystem, corrupt governments, billions of people, and large bodies of water that cover most of the planet.
The only difference is that your planet is home to one of, if not the evilest man your galaxy has ever seen. Xenia became a breaking ground for bad ideas, and they all point to the one who made you: Markus Hottle.
To most, you look like you're in your late twenties or early thirties, but you're much older than that. You've just had your one-hundredth birthday, and you know you've got a lot more to go through before you die. What Markus did to you caused you to nearly stop aging; just another side effect of his experiments.
It's why you fled your planet and have been on the run ever since. You've spent fifty years jumping from planet to planet, always avoiding Markus when he sent his goons to chase after you. You've been running for so long that you don't know what a home is anymore.
Yours was destroyed the second Markus had your parents killed.
Will Earth be different?
Xenia has always thrived on the creativity and knowledge of other people. It's what made Xenia so successful with businesses, its own ecosystem, and its communities. Earth has none of that. You landed on Earth in the year 1000, and they're nothing like what your planet is like. This planet is filled with poverty, famine, greed, struggle, and a corrupt elite community who think they're too good for everyone below them.
With your knowledge and power, you could easily fit your way into the elite status, but then who would help out those in actual need? Who can they turn to when they need help? You don't have any healing powers, so you can't aid them medically, but you can offer them something else: agriculture and clean water. You're still getting used to your new life Markus forced upon you, but if you can help others while doing it, then you have the obligation to do so.
They don't have the resources to build a new world, and you're not going to freak them out by showing them you're an alien, so you'll use what they have to help them. Something you often did back home with your mother, was make clothes for all of your friends and family. You love sewing and creating something out of nothing, and seeing how the poverty is dressed, you think you can help them by providing them with clean clothes, blankets, and other types of means to stay warm.
It didn't take long before communities came to your town to buy your clothes. Most of the time, you didn't want them to pay since you're not doing this for the money, but some refused to take your clothes without paying for them. After five or so years of being in that town, you've come to make friends with almost everyone. Along with clothes and blankets, you'd offer clean water for them to take with them--as much as they needed. It's not much, but that seemed to make their day.
While Earth is not as technologically advanced as Xenia is, you're enjoying your time on Earth and hope that Markus doesn't find you here. Your home is on the other side of the known universe, so you think you're safe for now.
The bell on your door rings, signaling that there is a customer in your store. You look up and see one of your regulars with a tired look on her face.
"Alice, are you alright?"
"Yes. My youngest is not feeling too well. The poor thing is hot and cold and is not getting any better. I came in here hoping you might have something that could help?"
"Of course. I have more water for you to take home to your family. I have made some more blankets, which are in the back. Please, help yourself. I do not want your son to be cold."
"I do not know what this town would do without your generosity."
"I am just happy to help." The bell on your store door rings again, and you give Alice a warm smile. "I will be back there in a few moments."
She leaves to the back to browse your collection while you turn to the new customer. You're about to greet them when you see the most handsome man you've ever laid eyes on--and you've met millions of people.
He has a square jaw and pink lips. He's muscular which is defined by the blue and gold suit he is wearing. He has short hair with a sliver of white in the front. He has the prettiest of blue eyes--they sparkle like the ocean does when the sun is rising. You've only lived here for six years, but you've never seen this man before. Who is he? Why is he here? What does he want?
"Hi. Welcome in."
"I hear you are the best clothesmaker in town."
Ooh, and he has an accent.
"You heard right. What are you looking for?"
"Anything that will make it look like I belong in this town. This kind of sticks out like a sore thumb," he says and gestures to his suit.
"I have never seen that or you around here before. What is your name?"
"Ikaris."
"Well, Ikaris, I must pick your brain about where you came from, but I can help with the clothes situation. Follow me." You lead Ikaris to the section where you've made some clothes specifically for men. You grab something new you're working on and place it against his chest to see how it might look on him. You pause and look into his eyes. Wow, the blue in his eyes is shinier up close. "I believe this one will do."
"Thank you."
"Please, try it on. I do not want you leaving here without a proper fit."
There is a section you've blocked off with a wooden partition you've created. All the stores in Xenia have these, but you've resulted in using what humans have made available. A lot of businesses are run outside, but with your powers, you've managed to make a store big enough to have a few people in at a time. Humans wondered how you got there, to begin with, but they were easily won over by your generosity.
Ikaris walks behind the partition and tries on the shirt, and you grab a pair of pants you made before handing it to him. The partition is low enough so you can see his face, but you can't see anything else. He maintains eye contact as he tries on the clothes, and he smiles once he knows it fits.
"How do you like it?"
"It is very comfortable. How much for these?"
"No need. I do not need your money."
Ikaris walks out with the clothes on over his suit. You're not sure why he didn't take his suit off, but you don't comment on it. There is something about Ikaris that catches your attention, and you're not sure what it is. It's like he isn't from this world. It's in the way he speaks and the way he carries himself. He seems a lot older than what he looks like, and the more you spend time with him, the more you see that.
A couple of months have passed since you first met Ikaris, and you two have been spending a lot of time together. You're starting to really like him, and you believe he likes you too. There are some days you like to close up shop just to enjoy the day or buy food from the vendors around town, and today is no different.
You and Ikaris are walking down a beaten path in the woods behind the town you live in because it's less crowded.
"You never told me how long you have been here in town."
"Quite a while."
"You are very mysterious, you know that?"
"I do," Ikaris chuckles.
You two continue to walk, but you pause when you feel the ground rumble. You look to the side to see a gnarly yet beautiful creature inch toward you and Ikaris. The creature is bigger than anything you've ever seen on Earth, and it's iridescent blue and purple that shines whenever it moves. It opens its mouth to bare its very sharp teeth, and your eyes widen in fear.
"Look out!"
You push Ikaris out of the way just as the creature pounces on you. You go crashing to the ground as it drags you twenty feet. You reach up and grab its upper jaw to prevent it from snacking on you, and Ikaris looks at you just in time to see something truly amazing happen.
Your eyes shine dark red and orange and fire forms at your fingertips. As if it's second nature, you place your fiery hands on the creature and let the fire spread throughout. The creature cries out in pain, and you kick it as hard as you can which causes the creature to topple over you so that you're free from its grasp.
You gasp and back away from the burning creature only to back into Ikaris.
"You're bleeding," he says.
You look at your arm to see a huge gash where the creature must have scratched you.
"Don't worry, I'll heal."
Just like that, your skin starts healing from the damage taken to it, and Ikaris watches with curiosity and concern.
"Are you an Eternal?"
"What the hell's an Eternal?"
"Come with me."
He takes one last look at the deviant before taking your hand. He leads you to where he's been staying these past few hundred years, but there is nothing there to show. He stops at a clearing, and you look around in confusion. Before he has a chance to say anything, gold spirals and rings form in the sky until a black triangle forms. You're kind of amazed, but you've seen a lot of alien technology throughout your life.
You two are beamed up into the floating triangle, and you're greeted by nine other people in the same kind of clothing Ikaris was wearing when he first came into his shop.
"Ikaris, who is this?" the youngest and shortest one asks.
"This is Y/N, and she killed a deviant."
From what you understand, Ikaris and the other nine people on the spaceship are called Eternals, and they were put on Earth about six thousand years ago to protect humans from deviants, which is what you just killed. They all have special powers that they use to aid them in the war not a lot of people know about. When you had a feeling Ikaris was different, you weren't expecting him to be six thousand years old.
"If you're not an Eternal, then what are you?"
Makkari is the only one who speaks Sign Language, but you don't know much about the language to understand what she is saying, so Druig translates for her.
"I'm from Xenia, a planet on the other side of the universe. I was experimented on by someone who wanted to take over planets with fear. He created a serum that gave me the powers of shapeshifting, which is why I've been able to sneak in and out of the royal castle to steal food or pose as someone with wealth.
"Then, he started experimenting with the Tesseract or the space stone which is one of the six infinity stones. It's what gave me my second set of powers which is controlling the four elements. It's why I was able to kill that deviant with fire. It's also why I can heal quickly."
"How old are you?"
"One hundred. I left my planet at fifty years old, but I stopped aging when I turned thirty-three."
"How did it take you fifty years to travel across the universe? I'm not a math genius, but even I know that's impossible," Phastos asks.
"Because I was made using the space stone, it gave me the ability to create portals which I can open to anywhere in the universe. I had trouble adjusting to that power, so it took me a little longer to get away from my maker. I'm making a home here, and I'd like to stay here if that's okay with you."
"Of course," Ajak says. "I thank you for killing that deviant. We could use your help in killing all of them so that we may go home."
"Anything I can do to help."
And just like that, you became an Eternal-adjacent. It pained you to leave the small town that relied on you to survive, but if you don't take care of the deviants, then there won't be a town left at all. It's nice to be part of something that matters since all you've been part of is something evil for most of your life. You're not even sure where Markus is, but you hope that he doesn't ever find you.
The years blend as you and Ikaris grow closer. The more time you spend with him, the more you fall in love with him. You've never been in a serious relationship before him since you were too scared to start something, but now you feel secure enough to let someone else into your life.
It doesn't matter if Ikaris is human or not.
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FANTASTIC BEASTS AND WHERE TO FIND THEM
Gellert Grindelwald (Mads Mikkelsen)
Newt Scamander
Credence Barebone
Theseus Scamander
Albus Dumbledore (Jude Law)
HUNGER GAMES
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Coriolanus Snow
Sejanus Plinth
MAZE RUNNER
Newt
Thomas
Gally
Minho
911 (and LONE STAR)
Evan Buckley (Buck)
Howie Han (Chimney)
Bobby Nash
Eddie Diaz
TK Strand
Carlos Reyes
Paul Strickland
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Jud Ryder
Mateo Chavez
RIVERDALE
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FP Jones
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Hiram Lodge
Sweet Pea
Fangs
Kevin Keller
Reggie Mantle
Chic
Moose Mason
BROOKLYN99
Jake Peralta
Terry Jeffords
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CHRISTIAN BALE
Patrick Bateman (American Psycho)
Bruce Wayne (Batman)
PEDRO PASCAL
Joel Miller (TLOU)
Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)
Javi Gutierrez (The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent)
Javier Peña (Narcos)
Oberyn Martell (Game of Thrones)
Agent Whiskey (Kingsman)
Silva (Strange Way of Life)
Francisco Morales (Triple Frontier)
Marcus Moreno (We Can Be Heroes)
Dieter Bravo (The Bubble)
DETROIT BECOME HUMAN
Connor
RK900
Hank
Markus
Luther
Simon
Gavin
Josh
BARBIE
Ken (Ryan)
Ken (Simu)
Allan
SHERLOCK
Sherlock Holmes
John Watson
Jim Moriarty
Mycroft Holmes
FNAF (movie)
Mike Schmidt
Steve Raglan
SUITS
Harvey Specter
Mike Ross
LA CASA DE PAPEL
El Profesor
Berlín
Palermo
Denver
Río
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MasterList - 55
head cannon for Roman demigod - Reggie Mantle x Male Reader
Say Love - Hailee Steinfeld X Male Reader
Under the dusk- Hailee Steinfeld x Male Reader (SMUT)
Big Roles - Hailee Steinfeld x Male Reader
Hailee Steinfeld fluff alphabet
Desperate for the night - Hailee Steinfeld x Male Reader
Keystone - Hailee Steinfeld x Male Reader
Let me sleep with the lights off - Hailee Steinfeld x Male Reader
headcannons for Emma Frost, Laura Kinney, Illyana Rasputin, and Kitty Pyrde being caught cheating by Reader
Being the New Spider-Man and dating Mayday Parker would include.
Laura Kinney, Emma Frost, and Jubilee jealous headcanon
Headconon for being the supreme sorcerer (who has a similar origins to Doctor Strange) and dating Zatanna
Natural Lights - Male Reader/Son X Poison Ivy & Harley Quinn
I will never confess my sins - Yandere Edward Cullen x Male reader
Shadow Flame - Male Reader x Hela
Head Cannon with yandere Hela and her S/O
Hela Yandere Alphabet.
The crown of thorns is heavy - Son! Reader x Hela
With throns to show - Hela x Female Reader G!P (SMUT)
Earth isn’t that bad - Hela x Male Reader
Love on its own - Rogers!Male Reader x Bucky Barnes
Circles - Bucky Barnes x Male Reader
Love Snow - Bucky Barnes x Male Reader
Playboys - Male Reader x Tony Stark x Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Ikaris (SMUT)
Let the sun be lonely - Bucky Barnes x Reader
Newcastle - Merman!Bucky Barnes x Male Reader
Being Bucky Barnes’s boyfriend in the 1940s would include...
Lay back. - Dean Winchester x Male Reader (SMUT)
Faster - Dean Winchester X Male Reader (SMUT)
It begins somewhere - Midnight x Male Reader (SMUT & Mommy Kink)
Light on my ego - Denki Kaminari and Eijiro Kirishima & Male Reader x Naito Monoma x Hitoshi Shinso (SMUT)
Trance Love - Male Reader x Freya Allan
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Truce Part 3
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
Pairing(s): Ikaris x Persephone!Reader, Persephone!Eternal Reader & Hecate!Eternal Reader
Word Count: 4.1k
Prompt/Summary: Part 3 of Truce Miniseries!
Warning: SMUTTY TOPICS (Ikaris is a horndog), Neurodivergent reader is neurodivergent, Hecate!Reader bestie is her own warning, Ikaris was kind of a douche (but he gets better), Phastos needs a raise and some aspirin
Note: I cannot believe that I managed to update this miniseries so quickly, but my longer fics that forever to write out smh. ANYWAY, once again, thank you to the most wonderful beta reader a new fanfic writer can ask for in the history of everything, @valeskafics ! She is an incredibly kind and patient human and one of the best and most incredible fanfic writers for HOTD, GOT, and the Ewanverse on Tumblr! If you love any of Ewan Mitchell's works or are a fan of GOT/HOTD, I highly recommend checking her blog out! You will not regret it! Also, the BIGGEST thank you and shout of love to @ethereal-athalia , my good man in the storm, I have never clicked so well with someone on this platform when it came to crazy ideas, and thanks to her, I can write out my ideas and share them on this site! If you want to read more from this AU, please click on this masterlist!
“Ikaris,” you breathily purred out, “come with me to my room.”
The second your lips touched the outer rim of his ear, and breathily whispered out your near silent command, Ikaris thought that he must have died and reached paradise. The idea of coming into your bedroom, alone with you, and with no risk of interruptions. He fucked his hand more times than he was willing to admit at the idea. But in every fantasy that entered his mind, that took hold of his body every time you so much as smiled his way, it was you who initiated the coupling. The first thing he registered was the intense wave of your fragrance that overwhelmed his senses, followed by the thought of how the sight of your bed was begging him to throw you on top of the covers, and ravage you until the only word you could remember was his name.
In every reverie that his mind could possibly conjure, you would slowly strip yourself bare before shyly crawling to your bed and draping your figure with coverings. And after he would remove his own armor, he would remove the covers in order to witness you in all of your bare glory, before crawling on top of you. He would be patient with you, only holding you in his arms so that you could feel the rapid beating of his heart. No matter what, Ikaris wanted you to understand that while out of the two of you- he may have been the fighter, but it was you who held the power.
He would treat you with only the utmost tenderness and care that was necessary for an ethereal being such as yourself. He’d kiss you- softly, sweetly- taking in the memory of your lips pressed against his, before he would slowly make his way in devouring you. He often wondered if you tasted as sweet as you smelled. After taking his fill with your lips, he would lay kisses across your jaw, and down your neck until he would pause to take in the view of your perfect breasts.
Oh, to be able to hold your chest in his hands would be a dream come true. To mark your supple skin with his kisses would be his greatest dream. The idea of hearing you moan out his name was enough to get him hard. The only part of you that could rival the glory of your chest was the marvel of your perfect ass. Under no circumstances was there to be any space on your skin unblemished by his design, all leading that moment when he will find your clit, with hopes to find you soaked. And if you needed more stimulation, he would be more than happy to help you climax in any way; tongue, fingers, cock, his body was yours. He would not stop kissing, marking, and breathing in you until there was not a single part of your body that wasn’t completely and thoroughly loved by him.
Granted, when you told Ikaris to walk with you to your private quarters at the Domo, he probably should have known it was too good to be true that you would ever intend to be… “physical” with him.
But never in his wildest imagination would he have thought that the room conjoining your bed quarters would house such an impressive field hosting dozens of different kinds of fruits and vegetation, each having an impressive number of subspecies. Nor would he have expected to be in the position of harvesting said crops with you as you begin to talk his ear off about you design the crop, and what qualifications need to be met before you can properly introduce and integrate them to humanity’s budding culture. Ikaris tried his best to follow along, but the moment you uttered the words “sustainable agriculture” he was completely lost. But all hope in maintaining his composure was lost when you reached your grove of root vegetables. Due to some more deeply rooted than others, you had to crouch on your knees in order to gain a steady enough foundation to grip the crop by its stalk to pull it out, forcing Ikaris to test his willpower as he tried his best to not stare too long at the sight of your glorious backside.
And when the two of you moved on, he swore that he wasn’t imagining how tightly you’d grip his cock as he furiously took you from behind, or to have you crouch in front of him as you took his cock in your mouth, or to-
“Ikaris,” your voice brought him back to reality and away from his shameful imagination, “would you mind tasting these Morbus nigra for me? I can’t decide if I should make them sweeter.” You were standing in front him holding the dark fruit to his lips, its dark pigment staining your skin with its juices.
Ikaris’ Adam’s apple bobbed as he silently nodded in order to not voice his impulse to pin you down and ravish you with only the fruits of your labor and research as the witnesses to him worshipping you. Stiffly leaning down to eat the fruit, Ikaris’ tongue brushed against the tips of your purple-stained fingers. An explosion of tart and sweetness burst within his mouth, and Ikaris held his gaze to you as he gave his answer.
“…It’s perfect,” he replied, “once again you’ve outdone yourself, Sephia.”
Ikaris would have fought a thousand deviants alone if you could keep smiling the way you did now.
About 2 hours must have passed of you and Ikaris inspecting, harvesting, and taste-testing in your little paradise. It wasn’t until you were satisfied with the yield resulting from your and Ikaris’ efforts that you rushed Ikaris away to wash off the dirt in your private showers, and was instructed to meet you in the kitchen area of the Domo. And as Ikaris stood in your bathroom, stripping himself of his azure and gold armor, he couldn’t help but to take in all the details of the room’s interior. Each bedroom of the Domo was identical in both layout and furnishing, but as time passed, each Eternal started to leave subtle hints that hallmarked their individuality.
Assuming that your room would be neat and systemic, he was amazed to see the cartography of beautiful disorder and chaos from vines creeping up your walls, bundles of flowers hung to dry, tins of stones and pebbles covering the surface of your desk, and several heaps of bound paper filled to the brim with notes from past observations and hopes for future experiments scattered on the floor. To see the inside of your lodgings allowed him to look into your mind, to see a part of you that was so carefully tucked away from everyone else, and it was driving him mad.
Realizing that he was standing in the middle of your room naked, Ikaris retreated back to the bathroom to turn on the water and quickly washed off any evidence of dirt and sweat from his skin before he met up with you. He made sure to close his eyes to center himself. If he thought too long of how he was in your shower, and would use your soaps and oils to result in him smelling like you for the rest of the day, then he would be forced to rush his pleasure and your image deserved to be savored.
Redressing himself, Ikaris quickly walked over to your arranged location, and when he saw you standing behind the island counter, washing the vegetables, he could only stand in awe. While there wasn’t a time he hadn’t thought you weren’t beautiful. Ikaris was utterly enchanted at the sight of you now. Your body was slightly swaying to a tune you once heard at one of the many gatherings held in their honor. Unaware that you were humming, you were so focused on preparing your harvest that you hadn’t heard Ikaris enter the room. It seems that you also washed yourself, as evidenced by the messy bun with a few stubborn damp tendrils escaping and clinging to your brow. Your face was beautifully flushed, as he was sure as was the rest of you, despite being hidden by your Eternal’s uniform. You were the image of serenity and beauty.
Clearing his throat to gain your attention, you quickly turned around and flushed in embarrassment.
“Oh Ikaris,” you exclaimed, “I’m sorry, were you standing there for long?”
“No, I just got here,” he replied, “I’m sorry for taking so long, and you should have just let me use my own shower if you wanted to take one yourself.”
Waving your hand to dismiss him as you chuckled, “No, no, no! Don’t worry about that! I just showered in Kaety’s room! Besides it’s only fair considered how many times she’s used mine.”
…What? Why would- why would Kaetlyn- huh?
Furrowing his slight displeasure at this new knowledge, Ikaris quickly asked you to clarify, “Wait, what do you mean by that?”
“Oh, you didn’t know?” You seemed genuinely surprised at his question, but you shrugged it off, “Phastos had to design 2 extra rooms because Kaety ended up making a secret lab for her dissections and practices out of her original room. She transformed the bed into a surgical table, filling the room with weird jars- which is how I ended up helping her with the preserving solution since the bodies would degrade so quickly- and it got to the point where Phastos ended up FAINTING when he accidentally walked into the room because Cerbie left the door open. Can you hand me a few of those Allium praecox, they’re the ones that look like big white spheres?”
“…But why did she use your shower?” Maybe it was stupid for Ikaris to feel so jealous at an event that happened so long ago, but he hated your friend more than ever now.
“Well, she and I ended up sharing my room because she transformed her bed, so we slept in the same bed and everything! And I love Kaety, but she smelled HORRIBLE after dealing with Deviants, so I always made her shower before coming to bed. She would be soaked in that blood- and I know that our uniforms are made of energy that allow them to clean and mend themselves, but the smell still stuck to her skin, her hair- there was even blood under her fingernails!”
Your body shuddered at remembering it before continuing, “So I made it kind of a rule that whenever you enter my room, you have to shower. Otherwise, you were barred from entering my room. Can you please pass me the Allium praecox now- oh, and the Allium sativum? They look like the Allium praecox, but they’re smaller, and look kind of lumpy. Anyway, Kaety ended up getting her own room and a lab, and then I kind of wanted an area that I could have full control over what I could grow- so, I ended doing the same thing but instead of blood, it was dirt.”
Head still screaming questions, Ikaris only silently handed you the bulbous vegetables as you continue with your tasks. For the rest of the time being, he just handed you whatever ingredients you needed, and observed you as you prepared everything to cook them. Watching you calmed his temper immensely, as he made sure to make minimal comments and only asking questions whenever there was something he was truly confused by. Soon, there was no speaking necessary as the two of you worked in amicable silence.
When Ikaris was focusing on mashing the Cicer arietinum into a smooth paste with the mortar and pastel per your instructions, you couldn’t help but take in the man beside you. You couldn’t believe how much he’s changed since you first acquainted yourself with him.
You were always aware of Ikaris since the moment you stepped off the Domo to first meet humanity, one couldn’t help but always be aware of him. Ikaris always had such a commanding presence, an attitude that demanded all attention from everyone in the same room as him- even the way he walked and stood screamed for attention.
From the beginning, it was obvious to you that he only pretended to try to get along with you so that he could gain Sersi’s affections. That was the other thing that made Ikaris so unbearable to you initially, his hubris. He had an inane talent of holding himself to such a high degree of competency that it baffled you whenever you saw someone as sweet as Sersi smiling and laughing with him. Sersi may not have been as close to you as Kaety, but you and her grew very close as you worked together in aiding humanity with their crops and developing their agriculture. As such, you saw it as your duty to warn her of Ikaris’ intentions, not wanting her to fall victim to such a pathetic man- no matter how much Ajak trusted him. Furthermore, it enraged you to no end how he would have the temerity to instruct YOU of all people on how to properly plant and harvest the crops YOU designed! He would even go out of his way to critique your reluctance in interacting with humanity, constantly comparing you to the other team members, mostly Sersi and himself. It was unbearable, and every time he would finish his “lecture,” you would lock yourself in your room to try to stop the cruel voices in your head that doubted you. Every time you saw him, your detest grew and grew until a boiling point had been reached, and the limits of your patience had passed the point of no return.
That was the day Ikaris thought it would be a good idea to publicly critique your behavior in front of the team, and question whether or not you were trying to hold them back with your inattentiveness and lack of commitment.
And that was the comment that broke the metaphorical camel’s back.
Not even Makkari was quick enough to stop you as you launched yourself to Ikaris, and delivered a slap with the most satisfying crack as a result of all of your strength being poured into it. You were done. If Ikaris had ever thought you to be a meek little flower before, that was officially over as you began to scream your anger at his deplorable behavior and complete lack of respect. You told him exactly how you felt every time: he wasted your time intruding on your duties to flirt with your friend, made snide comments of your crop designs and purpose, and would only pretend to be cordial to you whenever Sersi was looking, only to revert back to his neanderthal ways the second she turned away.
By the time you were done, you could feel your body vibrating with the adrenaline from your outburst. Ikaris- along with everyone else on the team- stood still and slack jawed at the event they just witnessed. Not wanting to risk the embarrassment from your impulsivity taking over, you quickly left the Domo to find a quiet place for your own thoughts. It was late at night, and so you quickly managed to find a private area of the gardens. But it wasn’t long until Kaet ended up finding you- as she always does, thank Arishem for that. She didn’t say a word as she laid by your side before she gathered you in her arms, and letting your head rest in the crook of her neck.
You loved so many things about Kaety- her courage, her intellect, her kindness and overwhelming empathy- but if there was anything you were grateful for, it was that she had the ability to understand you without the need for words. You knew she was proud that you stood up for yourself- that you finally defended yourself against your oppressor- but that wasn’t what you needed then. At that moment, your senses were going into overdrive. Your heart was beating so fast, and you just wanted everything but Kaety to disappear. Your brain felt so wired, but your body was beyond exhausted. Conjuring up a blanket, she covered the two of you as you let yourself simply feel- crying yourself to sleep as your best friend’s arms protected you from the rest of the world.
The sun rose from the west, the world still stood, and everything from the night before remained. You dreaded the idea of seeing the team, but Kaety knew you and her needed to return.
“Don’t you dare lower your head,” she told you, “don’t you dare let him take this from you.”
And so, with the both of you returning the starship, you refused to let yourself acknowledge the stares of everyone at you. Kaety was your steady boulder, stopping anyone who approached the two of you with just a single stare. The two of you managed to make it back to your room before you felt all the air leave your body as you sunk to the ground. Knowing that you haven’t even washed yourself after working in the fields yesterday, Kaet ordered you to take a long shower. She hadn’t even left the room as you did so, going so far as to tuck you into bed, assuring you that she will inform Ajak that you would take no visitors or interruptions. She even left a little part of her shadow to guard your entrance from the hall, giving it strict instruction to inform her immediately if anyone so much as tried to knock on your door.
The next few weeks went by with your mind in a slight haze. Druig and Phastos congratulated you for standing up to Ikaris, along with promising protection should their leader’s second-in-command attempt to say anything about you behind your back. You and Phastos had always been very close to one another, as you always liked to ask questions about his inventions, and made sure to offer encouragements whenever Ajak had to reject them for being too advanced- but Druig was a surprise.
While you and the telepath were well-acquainted with one another due to the other’s relationship with Kaetlyn, you and him were never truly close. However, your outburst changed that, opening a doorway to a strange, but comforting friendship a bit similar to the one you shared with Phastos.
You were worried about Sersi, as you enjoyed your time with her and didn’t want things to be awkward with the two of you. So, you were shocked when you saw her apologize to you for missing all the signs of Ikaris’ inappropriate behavior. You dismissed all of her worries, assuring her that she was not to blame for Ikaris being himself. Luckily, it was as if nothing had changed- a huge comfort to you to say the least.
All was peaceful within the team until Ikaris would approach you to “apologize.” An attempt that would always result in you ignoring him, refusing to give the neither the satisfaction nor the time of day. It wasn’t until he declared that you were acting like a child for not even seeing that he was doing his best to make amends. But you quickly shut him down, outright stating that he had done nothing to show his remorse, and that you had better things to do than to waste your time on someone who thought himself a leader, but couldn’t even admit his own mistakes. You pushed past him, thinking that was the final attempt, and Ikaris would forever remain the man with too much pride and not enough humility to gain your respect.
But despite all your doubts, Ikaris proved himself capable of admitting his own mistakes, and showed genuine remorse and actively changed his behavior. He would no longer approach you with such haughty behavior, and would genuinely ask for your help when he had trouble understanding something. He would no longer try to deflect whenever you pointed out a mistake, and would be patient in your explanation. And try as hard as you did, you couldn’t help but see Ikaris in a different light. You forgave him, and you were so glad to at this moment.
Still staring at him, you took in all his features with keen observation. While Kaet still insistently compared the flying Eternal’s physical features to a sight less pleasant than having a Deviant’s gonads shoved in your face, you could admit that the man before was an extremely handsome one. Despite all his bravado and apparent confidence, you could more than understand why so many female humans were enamored at the sight of him. Even you occasionally couldn’t help but admire Ikaris’ deep blue eyes, eyes that were staring back at you at this very moment.
“Something on my face?” He asked with a raised brow that only further highlighted his sharp features. You blinked for a bit.
“Sorry, I was just thinking that you are very handsome.” You revealed with a straight face.
Not bothering to hide the pleased expression on his face with a light tint of red on his cheeks, Ikaris turned his body to fully face you.
“Handsome, am I?” He smugly asked, “Careful Sephia, you might risk filling my ego if continue those sweet words.”
Now it was your turn to blush.
“Oh, come off it,” you snarked as you rolled your eyes, “don’t bother to pretend you don’t know how the women always clamor to get your attention at every gathering since we first came here.”
“I assure you I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yes, you do you scoundrel.”
“Scoundrel?” Ikaris mocked, “Do you really think this face belongs to that of a scoundrel?”
“Yes, it absolutely does” you replied- before pretending to be deep in thought, “Your face shows me that you are about...48% scoundrel- no wait, now it’s 67% because of that smirk.”
Eyebrows lifted and lips tucked in, Ikaris closed his eyes and gave a deep nod- if only to show that he took your 67% scoundrel assessment very seriously. Seeing him like that must have pleased you, as you began to smile.
“You know,” you began, “you should smile a lot more. It makes you look more approachable, and maybe Kaety wouldn’t give you such a hard time if she saw you like I’m seeing you now.”
Ikaris stood there, contemplating what you just said. It wasn’t that he was incapable of showing his vulnerable sides, you just had that natural ability to bring out the parts of himself that he hadn’t thought were there to begin with- maybe, it was a gift that only you possessed. But at the mention of your friend’s name, Ikaris suddenly remembered why he sought out your company in the first place.
“Sephia,” he began- lowering his voice a bit to steel himself, “about you and Kaetlyn- I just wanted-”
He couldn’t even finish his question at the sight of your full attention at him. Not wanting to ruin all the mood, he decided that he would just leave it for another time.
“I wanted to let you know that- I’m glad,” he ended up stating, “I’m glad that Kaetlyn is someone you can always rely on- even if she and I don’t get along, it makes me happy to know that you’ll always be safe with her around.”
Unable to hide how touched you were by his words- knowing fully well how little he and Kaet got along- you flung yourself to Ikaris, wrapping your arms around his neck, and gave him the biggest hug like you have only ever given to Kaety. And although he was a bit caught off-guard, Ikaris gladly reciprocated your embrace, burrowing his face in your shoulder, bliss filling his entire frame.
“Ikaris,” you whispered, “you have no idea how much that means to me.”
The two of you stood there for a few more minutes before you unwrapped yourself from him, and immediately resumed cooking. Although no words were exchanged, there was a lightness and warmth added to the atmosphere of the room that was not there before. Soon enough, the two of you finished and set the dishes on the counter before tucking into your well-deserved meal.
“…Did Phastos really faint after seeing Kaetlyn’s room?”
“YES! Oh, it was so funny- well, at least to Kaety, but I admit that she may have gone too far when she placed his body on top of her surgery table, and put on a deviant’s skull and stood over him when he woke up- he ended up fainting all over again!”
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Another Ikuris angst request for you all! Maybe reader is human but maybe they are only friends? Reader is like “I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you, to think I fell for you” and he’s like “you can’t love me, omg, I was supposed to kill you.” “then do it already” ?
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request: Another Ikaris angst request for you all! Maybe reader is human but maybe they are only friends? Reader is like “I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you, to think I fell for you” and he’s like “you can’t love me, omg, I was supposed to kill you.” “then do it already”?
pairing: ikaris x fem!reader
word count: 664
warnings?: angst, not proofread
Ikaris knew that you were going to die during the Emergence. And he knew that that might kill him more than anything. Unlike the rest of the Eternals, he never really got attached to humans in general. But you specifically? You were different. He may not care for humans in general, but you brought out a sort of affection in him that he never would have expected.
Some days, all he thought about was what it would be like to take you in his arms. To hold you close. To kiss you softly. To know what it was like to be loved by you.
But most days, he thought about what life would be like when you were gone. Human life was destined to end. It was his job as an Eternal to ensure that the Emergence occurred. He was never supposed to become attached to humans, much less one in particular. He couldn’t be like his fellow Eternals. He couldn’t think about such trivial things, no matter how much he wanted them, no matter how he yearned for them.
He had a mission to complete, after all.
He just never expected you to find out about that mission.
“What do you mean you have to kill Ajak?” you asked, overhearing him mutter to himself about his plans to make sure the Emergence still occurs.
“You weren’t supposed to hear that.”
You frowned. “That doesn’t answer my question.”
“I have a job to do here. Ajak stands in the way of completing it.”
Ikaris had told you about him being an Eternal. He had never intended to, but as he spent more time with you, it was impossible for to keep it a secret any longer. But there was one thing he could never tell you.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t see how killing her is the solution? How is she impeding your mission?”
Ikaris almost wanted to lie to you. He knew he would never be able to stand seeing the look on your face when you learn of the Emergence. But, he hated lying to you even more. So, reluctantly, he said, “She stands in the way of a Celestial being born.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Thousands of years ago, an egg was placed in Earth. It’s finally ready to hatch.”
“Hatch? But won’t that destroy the planet?”
“Yes. But billions more lives will be created by the loss of a single planet.”
“Are you really so callous?” you asked. “Do the lives here mean nothing? Does my life mean nothing?”
“My mission,” he said, “takes precedence against all else.”
You scoffed. “I can’t believe this. How could you do this? I thought we were friends, Ikaris. I thought you cared. I thought—” You shook your head. “Never mind what I thought.”
He stepped forward, reaching out to you. He flinched as you stepped away from him. This wasn’t what he wanted. He didn’t want you to be scared of him. “Tell me, please.”
“I loved you, Ikaris. I loved you more than anything I’ve ever loved before, but I know now that that can never be reciprocated.”
His heart dropped. “Don’t say that, please. Please. My, my mission may come first, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care.”
“Your mission is to kill me.”
“My mission is to make sure the Emergence occurs.”
“Which will kill me.” You shook your head, looking up to the ceiling. Ikaris pretended he couldn’t see the glassiness of your eyes. “I wish you would just kill me now. It might be a kinder fate.”
“Y/N—”
“Do it already! Kill me!” you snapped. “Or are you too much of a coward to do your dirty work directly? You’d kill an entire planet for your stupid mission, but you can’t handle killing a single person who tells you to? Regardless, I will die by your hand. What difference does it make?”
“The difference is that I love you too much to kill you!”
“But clearly, not enough.”
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– 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑 || 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐠
SUMMARY: The gift of foresight had served you well, until it doesn't. Rescuing you from an unpleasant vision, your love knows exactly what to do to bring you back to the present.
PAIRINGS: Druig x Eternals!Female!Reader
TAGS/WARNINGS: romance; angst
Since you could remember, you existed for one reason and one reason only:
SERVE ARISHEM. ELIMINATE ALL DEVIANTS.
It had been one of your earliest thoughts when you first woke in The Domo, second only to the name Arishem–celestial supreme–had bestowed unto you:
Y-O-U-R-N-A-M-E.
"I am [Y/N]," you tested aloud, awed by the smooth tone of your voice.
Across from you, a large figure entered your line of sight and as you raised your head to consider the new-comer, you were taken aback once you saw who it was.
Out of all the males you’d awoken with, the stranger was perhaps the youngest of them all.
He was tall, nearly a head taller than you, and while your uniform was dappered in metallic [favourite colour] with [complimentary colour] accents, his uniform consisted of blacks and reds.
The colours he wore were a stark contrast to his skin, pale as though kissed my moonlight and complimentary all the same against the sharp lines and contours of his face.
"[Y/N], is it?" An equally low voice greeted in turn, a mischievous glint taking root in piercing blue eyes.
The young man had drawn close the moment he started speaking, your tongue growing laden as he paused in front of you. "Beautiful name for an equally beautiful girl."
If you were genetically engineered not to get sick, it certainly did not feel like it.
In his presence, it felt as though your breath had got caught in your chest and in spite of the regulated air pressure circulating through the ship, you couldn’t help but feel the air around you both had become almost electric. Dizzying in an almost familiar sort of way.
"–My name is Druig," the young man said, grasping your hand in his.
Smoothly, he pressed his mouth against your pulse, lips curled into a small, disarmingly warm, smile as he lifted his head.
"It's so lovely to meet you."
––The third and most encompassing thought you had on The Domo the day, was of him.
Druig.
In addition to celestial energy and your natural athleticism, the gift of precognition was perhaps your greatest asset in battle, one that often put you on par with Makkari.
Where she could outmanoeuvre herself out of any situation with her speed, your foresight gave the team the upper-hand to strike Deviant nests before the creatures would even decide to attack first.
Ironically, it seemed that for all you could see the future, seIdom could you recall the past.
You could not remember whether or not you had kin waiting for you back at Olympia, or if there was a special someone waiting for your return.
Instead, where you imagined the comforting embrace of a mother you had come to picture Ajak, with her kind eyes, soft touch and motherly affection. She had guided you many times, had offered you redolent views and insights so you could learn to understand the world around you.
When you thought of the proud smiles of the great Gilgamesh and mighty Thena after an intense training session, you thought of how mortals considered the kin before them and found yourself honored you had your very own Uncle and Aunt to learn from.
And when you thought of the rest–of Sersi and Ikaris, side-by-side and in their own little world; of Sprite and Kingo, often causing mischief amongst the mortals; and Phastos and Makkari, always sating their burning curiosity–you thought of how too few mortals could say they had this many siblings, and how colorless your mission would've been without them.
Of course, at the centre of what was slowly becoming your universe, was Druig.
From the very first time you had met, there was something about the brooding-Eternal that endeared him to you, and supposedly, you to him.
After your initial introduction he had become a constant presence in your life, always seeking you out in the quiet corners of The Domo, to moments of reprieve between battle and chaos. Teasing. Touching. Always falling back into orbit as though you were twin stars, destined to gravitate towards the other.
Beneath changing skies and through the rise and fall of multiple civilisations, falling in love with him felt like the most natural thing in the world.
In fact at times, it almost felt as though in some past life, you’d already loved him befor–
The sky was red, your skin feverish. Still, you tugged at him him, mapping each crevice and plane you’d explored many times before as he did the same.
Desperation made your touch ardent, made his lips linger on the crown of your head even when the contact burned.
“I’ll find you again, [Y/N]” he’d said fiercely, teeth red as blood dribbled down to his chin.
“I’ll find you,” he said more quietly, almost to himself as he settled around you. Your final refuge.
The ground shook again. The dirt splintered with a boom.
Distantly, you thought of Makkari–of how she’d always been quiet–and hoped that she’d manage to outrun it all before you peered up.
Sprite had stopped screaming; Sersi had only started.
The end of the world grew too loud, the chaos turned to white noise but oddly enough you could still hear him.
Druig.
Maybe it was because he was right in front of you, or maybe it’s because you’d always been attuned to his frequency, but as you zeroed in on his laboured breathing, you couldn’t help but rasp:
"And I, yo–
–Beautiful, beautiful, [Y/N], you’re missing the festivities,” his ochre voice said, breaking you out of your reverie as a maelstrom of emotions flooded you.
Maybe I’m ill, you thought, reeling.
Druig had come up behind you, wrapping broad arms around your frame as he nuzzled his face into the curve of your neck.
You could practically feel his sly smile against your skin.
His touch burned.
“Do we bore you that much that you’d rather return to your paints than me, oh great [pseudonym]?"
Shaking yourself from your daze, you lifted your gaze to meet his, swallowing the unease that had lodged itself at the base of your throat with a small smile.
“You could never bore me,” you said immediately, forcefully rolling your eyes as to quell whatever thundered in your chest.
What you had seen, it couldn’t have been the future.
Half-heartedly, you placed the paint brush you’d been holding back with the rest, turning fully to fold yourself properly into his embrace.
Druig, ever attentive, must’ve felt the tension in your frame and sensed the trouble plaguing your mind because gently, he pressed his lips to your head.
It was his way of grounding you, you knew, his way of comforting you when words failed him.
“I know,” he hummed after a moment, brushing his fingers along the curve of your back.
His touch, this time, tingled pleasantly.
“Let’s get back to the others then, shall we?” he continued, unwinding his arms as to hold out a hand.
You knew he wanted to ask what had happened, knew he wanted you to lay your burdens bare before him.
But Druig was Druig, and while he was often snarky, he was not unkind.
This was not the first time you had seen something unpleasant, something horrifying.
You would talk, later, when the festivities had ended and you could confess what you’d seen between fine sheets and in the comfort of your room.
But for now, all you wanted to do was forget what you’d seen. And because Druig loved you, he’d make it happen.
“Kingo’s promised a woman you’ll sculpt a statue in her like,” he baited, almost slyly. It was a no-doubt way to do exactly as you wanted.
Fondness swelled in your chest at his meddling and at him, and laughing, you slotted your hand within his.
On papyrus paper the size of a crate of wine, you had painted a red sky. A burning field. Two people, lost in the flames, at the very centre of it all.
And further,
further,
further in the back–
a hand emerging from the Earth.
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To Cry for the Moon Part 12 (Moon Knight x Female Eternal!Reader)
Author's Note: This is another part that exists because @jupitersmoon167 has the best ideas and it was too awesome to not write. This one tugs on the heartstrings much like the last one, but we figured out a way to get to a happy ending. This will be angst to fluff, hurt to comfort eventually, just not quite in this part. We are getting there I promise!
Please do not take, copy, or translate without talking to me first. Reblogs, likes, and comments are encouraged. But anything else please message me first.
Y/N = Your Name. Y/N/N = Your Nickname. Reader pronouns She/Her. Story is 3rd person POV.
Italic text is the reflected alter talking. Bold Italic text is sign language for Makkari.
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Tagged: @rosaren2498, @yuugenmomo, @faefanatic, @urlocallsimp @assassinsasha23, @queenariesofnarnia, @rmoonstoner, @crypticruler, @animelover18, @philiasoul, @distinguishedmakerpandapatrol, @22carolina08, @preciousbabypeter, @sleepyamaya, @so-done-with-bullshit
Primary Pairing: Steven Grant x Eternal!Reader, Marc Spector x Eternal!Reader, Khonshu x Ma'at!Reader
Content Warning: Mental Illness, Manipulation, Mind control, mentions of Death, mentions of Violence, Verbal Fighting, Physical Violence, Anger, Neglect of self.
Word Count: 3k+
WIP Series Masterlist
Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 13, Part 14
Part 12: Too Much, Too Fast
Makkari stops in her tracks when she sees a recognizable suit. She is supposed to be finding the point of emergence, and she did, but she found this scene too. The Moon Knight, ceremonial armor of Khonshu's avatar, in Egypt with some woman. Sersi and Ikaris had mentioned Moon Knight being Y/N’s boyfriend. Druig had been the one to mention that Moon Knight had broken Y/N’s heart and that she had a broken heart when she died. Without hesitation, she ran over and slammed him into a wall, her arm at his throat. The vigilante seemed to be taken off guard. She felt the vibrations of someone coming up behind her and quickly moved out of the way and shoved them back before going at Moon Knight again. She feels a blade connect with her armor and she kicks out at the figure sending them flying back. She feels the Moon Knight shout, but with his mask on she cannot understand him. It continues like that until Khonshu slams his staff against the ground and the wind swirls around them.
“That is enough, Eternal!” Khonshu shouts but she cannot hear him or understand him. But the wind has Makkari turning and glaring. She speeds over picks up a rock and throws it at the deity’s skull. She begins to sign. “How could you let this happen? How could you do this to her?”
Khonshu sighs. “It has been too long Eternal, I do not know what you are saying.”
Makkari glares at him and then at the two avatars still in a fighting stance but holding off. Makkari gets in Moon Knights' face and shoves him again.
Marc’s brain seems to catch up to what Khonshu had said. “She’s an eternal, like Y/N?” He asks.
“Yes, they were very close.”
“And she can see you like the others?
“But she cannot hear us. This particular eternal can feel vibrations but cannot hear. She is impossibly fast, and she seems to be quite angry with you.”
“Me? She threw a rock at you!”
Makkari was getting angry at being ignored so she shoved Marc again.
“Hey, quit it!” Marc says but his mask means she cannot understand him. Makkari throws her hands up in frustration before gripping the edge of the hood around the mask and tugs. “What- Why-” He is cut off as the suit shifts and Steven drops the mask. Makkari’s hands fall and her brows furrow at the change the suit makes. “You knew Y/N, you’re Makkari. She would talk about you with Sprite and Sersi.” Steven knew he made a mistake when her eyes narrowed at Y/N’s name. Makkari gripped his jacket by the lapels. And before he knows it his eyes are being forced to adjust to a dark room. When absolute chaos breaks out. Makkari is immediately attacked by Ikaris. She shoves Steven to the floor as Kingo blocks the shot from Ikaris and tells her to run. She does. Marc immediately takes over to try and figure out what is going on and the mask returns. Ready to fight even though he is pretty sure he doesn't know why but he figures any side that Sersi is on he should probably back that side. He is very confused as his presence is mostly ignored and Ikaris threatens to kill them all. Even more surprised when Sprite uses an illusion to help them leave. Marc is too cautious to say anything and just lets everything play out before him. He watches as the one who saved Makkari leaves with another guy. He doesn't say anything until Makkari returns, thankfully with Layla. She looks even more confused than he does.
"What the hell just happened?" Layla asks.
"I was wondering the same thing," Marc says.
"Marc," Sersi starts. "I know Makkari just dropped you into an absolute mess but I need you and your…friend," she looks at Layla. "To trust me on this. We are in the middle of the end of the world and we have to stop it. So I need you two to just hang out."
"Just hang out, your friend shows up in the middle of us retrieving a relic, slams me against a wall, drags me here, and you expect Layla and I to just hang out?"
“Layla? Your ex?" Sersi asks, shock clear on her face. Y/N had just died and Marc was already spending time with his ex-wife.
"Okay whatever you are thinking it's not that," Marc says. But before Sersi can respond she looks over to Makkari who had already had Phastos and Druig explain what happened with Ikaris. And is now frantically signing to Druig. She sees Druig glance at Marc. And while signing asks, “Him, this is him?” Druig looks again before he squares his shoulders and turns towards Marc. Marc steps forward to put himself between the man he doesn't know and Layla.
“Druig,” Sersi begins to caution the mind-controlling Eternal.
“So you’re one of the ones who broke our Y/N/N’s heart? Making trouble in her desert now, can’t seem to leave things be can you.” Druig’s eyes turn to gold but a shove at his shoulders stops him.
“Druig!” Sersi shouts. “You are not mind-controlling them. Wait, were you Makkari looking for him this whole time?"
“No, but he's here now isn't he and with his ex-wife no less. He’s lucky we’re in here or I’d drop him off a cliff, just like I told Y/N I would.”
“Where the hell are we?” Marc says when he glances at Sersi.
Sersi answers, "This is our ship, the Domo,” Sersi says. "And like I said we are a bit busy right now trying to save the world from being destroyed by a cosmic being from inside the planet."
“And we are just supposed to stay here?!” Marc shouts. Makkari pins him to the wall. The room fills with shouting.
“Makkari here doesn’t like your attitude,” Druig states. Sersi moves to pull Makkari away but stops when Druig looks at her. “I’ll handle it.”
“Druig,” Sersi starts.
“He’ll live, but only because Y/N wouldn’t want any harm to come to him. I’ll do it for her.” Druig says. He gets into Makkari’s line of sight and tells her to let go. Makkari moves to stand next to him. “Marc, right? That’s your name. You see Makkari isn’t the only one with an issue with your attitude. Y/N was our best friend,” he gestures between himself and Makkari. “We spent thousands of years together. I cannot say I’m surprised Khonshu’s avatar would have such a terrible temper. He always loved to pick a fight with her.”
“I’d take it back if I could,” Marc admits.
“That’s the thing, you can’t she’s gone. I was there. I pulled her out of the deviant's mouth myself. Or maybe I should just show you the whole thing." He starts to put the deviant attacking Y/N and her scream into Marc's head with his powers. Then all hell breaks loose again.
The Moon Knight shifts, his mask goes up and it turns into an all-out fight. Makkari uses her speed and knocks the Moon Knight back, nearly earning a crescent dart to the shoulder. Sersi and Phastos take on Moon Knight by hand but try to keep it strictly defensive. Thena joins them. Drawing her blades as the others let her take over trying to subdue the Moon Knight. Layla takes advantage of the distraction and draws her own blades and goes to back up the Moon Knight. She only gets a few hits in before she is subdued by Makkari's speed. Phastos apologizes as he helps to secure her. Once pinned and secured by the restraints that Phastos seemingly created out of thin air. Layla sees Thena draw her sword up and the warrior goddess goes to pin the Moon Knight back. Druig steps in to put an end to it. He had started it after all. He forces Moon Knight to drop the mask and he hears Layla gasp when she sees the eyes continue glowing gold and not white.
"Interesting, this must be the third one," Druig says. He moves to stand before the subdued vigilante and studies him before he turns to Layla. "Do you know anything about this one?" He asks her, his eyes glowing the same gold as he continues to control the vigilante. She shakes her head. "Just let them go," Layla pleads.
Druig turns back to the Moon Knight. He can feel the mind battle against his, but it's almost too easy for Druig to remain in control. He has 7,000 years of practice at this. "Bring one of the other two out or I will," Druig threatens and eases back with his powers to the edge of the present consciousness. “If you do, I’ll let them have control back.” He remains at the edge of their fractured mind and feels it push against him one last time before it shifts to a mind that he had felt earlier. It was Marc's consciousness. It was a strange feeling, but he did as he had promisied. He withdrew his power completely.
"There fight ended," Druig said before going to stand next to Makkari.
"Marc?" Layla asks. His eyes snap to her.
"What happened?" He asks her, confused about the scene before him. Layla's hands were bound with what looked to him like magic.
"Let them go," Druig says while signing for Makkari's sake. "Should be fine now." Phastos apologizes again as he releases Layla. He goes to keep working on the UniMind. Thena looks to Sersi. Sersi nods and Thena lets Marc go. Her blades disappear but she remains in case trouble begins again. Now that some semblance of calm has returned Sersi sighs. Everything has happened so fast. She goes to apologize but Druig starts talking first.
"You clearly have a type, Marc Spector," Druig says. "Winged, Egyptian spitfires." Druig chuckles. They watch as Layla and Marc both take a defensive stance. Druig holds his hands up. "And I won't get back into your mind unless I have to. I won't hurt you either. Y/N would find a way to kick my arse in the next life if I did." He takes a seat on the bench near the wall. "You have to understand. I tried to get Y/N to stay with me so I could keep her from getting hurt 500 years ago. I asked her again right before the deviants attacked. She said no. She was too determined to fix everything and get back to you. And Makkari and I, we weren't too pleased to find you with your ex-wife in the one place that Y/N had refused to join me for. The one place she always felt home outside of Olympia, which we now know never existed." He looks at Sersi. "That is why we got a bit pushy.” He looks back at Marc. “Although we still have questions, your ex-wife is an avatar too? Did Y/N know you guys work together still? Not that it matters now, but what can I say I have a curious mind."
Layla glares at him before turning to Marc. "Are you okay? You blacked out again didn't you?"
"I did," Marc nods.
"He said it was the third alter," Layla tells him gesturing to Druig.
"His name's Jake Lockley, he's very angry and very American, also Spanish," Druig tells them. "And his mind is dark, and angry, haven't felt one like that in over 500 years." Druig sighs but admits, "Y/N wasn't wrong, your mind is a minefield, but she wouldn't want me to mess with it. She liked you too much."
Sersi shakes her head and turns to the pair of avatars. "I'm sorry, Marc, Layla. That was not supposed to happen."
"Sersi, there is something I need to know," Marc looks at her.
Sersi is surprised he is not putting up a bigger fight. "You are owed a lot of explanations," Sersi says eyeing Makkari. "But ask away."
"Are there more deviants?" He asks
Sersi is a bit surprised but she remembers what had set the Jake personality off. Druig showed them Y/N losing the fight with the deviant. Her tone fills with pain and regret as she answers, "Ikaris killed the one that caused Y/N's death. Kingo and I both killed other ones, but the lead one, the one that killed Ajak and Gilgamesh, he’s the same one that you saw in London, and a few others got away. But that leader, Ikaris and Thena said he changed."
"He spoke," Thena adds. "They have never done that before."
"It was like it took the powers of Ajak and Gilgamesh and made itself more humanoid, more sentient," Sersi says. "It threatened to kill us for killing the other deviants."
"I want a chance at it," Marc says.
"Absolutely not," Sersi replies.
"You can't be serious," Layla says.
"They took Y/N from us, Layla,” Marc explains. “Steven barely talks to me anymore. I have to make it up to him. I have to do this."
"She couldn't beat one of these with help from all of them," Layla says, gesturing around her. "What makes you think you can survive that fight?"
"Because as long as I have the suit, it can't kill me," Marc replies. “And you’ve seen this Jake guy at work. He is nearly unstoppable. Even Harrow and his team couldn’t stop that part of us.”
"It might be able to drain Khonshu’s power too. A risk I cannot allow you to take Marc," Sersi says. "I need my team to be focused on stopping the giant celestial inside this planet from emerging and killing every single living thing on this planet. We need Druig to put it back to sleep until we can figure out what else we can do. The deviants we will deal with when we have to, but the emergence is here and we have to prioritize."
"They killed Y/N," Marc says. "Do you really think I am just going to let that go?"
"Yes, because she told me to save you. She lay there dying and told us to save you. To save humanity. I won't let you take away my friend's dying wish. You have to live. Humanity has to live. If we fail she and the others die for nothing."
"If the whole world ends then why does it matter if I die trying to take down the monsters that killed her," Marc argues.
"You would go after them without us?" Sersi asks.
"If it's the only chance I've got. I'm sure Khonshu would agree."
"I cannot believe I'm saying this," Sersi says. "Stay with us, we stop the emergence and we will help you find them."
"Deal," Marc says.
"Marc," Layla says, she can't believe what she was hearing. "You don't get to go on a suicide mission."
"We saved the world from Harrow and Ammit, Layla. Why not help save it again? If we don't then what was the point of stopping it the first time?
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to, Layla," Sersi assures her. "We can take you home and we will handle everything."
"So I just go home while my ex-husband gets himself killed and I have to deal with him dying again. And I'm supposed to live with that? I don't think so."
"Layla," Marc starts.
"Nope, you don't get to die on me again. Steven either. So I guess I'm in."
Thena can appreciate the vengeance Marc wants. She feels the same way. “Then you two will stay with me, the deviant has been tracking us, and I plan to deal with it. We want the same thing.” She looks at Sersi, “I will keep them alive, it is what both Y/N and Gilgamesh would want.”
“You’re sure that is a good idea?” Sersi asks.
“If they don’t show up we will help with Ikaris,” Thena says. “But you have to admit, we all know what the avatars are capable of, we have let them and the other heroes do too much of the work for too long. Why not join forces, like the old days.”
"Well if they are staying they can at least help," Druig says. "Look, if I’m gonna get myself killed going up against Ikaris, we’ll need to have a backup plan. They might help but you know Ikaris won't make this easy."
“All of our powers, even if they’re amplified, are not enough to kill a Celestial, so…” Phastos says as he contributes to the discussion he has been half listening to.
“Well, Sersi did turn a Deviant into a tree,” Druig says.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“You didn’t wanna tell me that?
Makkari signs, “You’ve never been able to do it before.”
“I don’t know how it happened, okay?” Sersi tells them, “And I’m pretty sure I couldn’t do it again."
“Well, now is the time to try, don’t you think?” Phastos asks.
“Phastos, that deviant is dead,” Sersi defends. “Our plan is to put Tiamut to sleep, not to kill it.”
Sersi looks at all of them trying to find someone that might back her up. “I can’t kill a Celestial.”
“Sersi,” Phastos starts.
“We can’t!” Sersi insists, clearly stressed by the idea. “We can’t.”
Marc had a feeling if Steven was fronting he would want to try and comfort Sersi and he almost lets him, but Druig seems to have the same idea.
“It’s okay, Sersi,” Druig assures her, “I got this.”
Marc could see why he was one of Y/N’s closes friends. He was stubborn, Y/N had said he was in her voicemails. He follows Sersi to see her standing in front of a statue of what he could only assume was the celestial they served. He lets Steven take over.
“So this is who you serve?” Steven asks.
“Yes, this is Arishem, and we did serve him, until now,” Sersi tells him. “I didn’t see the lies right in front of me.”
“Who can blame you?” Steven says. “Neither did Y/N and seeing through lies was her main purpose.”
“And that tore Y/N apart. She went to Osiris and begged forgiveness. She felt horrible that her scales were useless now because she had no idea what the truth was anymore. She was my family, and she had lost her purpose. She didn’t know how to be the keeper of truth and justice when everything she knew was a lie. The gods apparently convinced her that her true purpose was to help us stop Tiamut. That her purpose was the same, she was just being too hard on herself. Part of me thinks even with her doubts she would have been a better choice to lead.”
“As much as I loved Y/N, she wouldn’t have wanted that. You were the one she looked to for guidance. When she found the kingdom gone and she didn’t have a home to go back to where did she go? To You, she tracked you down. Not Ajak, not Druig or Makkari, she went to you. Because you always kept everyone’s best interest at heart. You didn’t tell the Eternals to separate, that was Ajak it sounds like. You were the one Y/N went to. That has to mean something. Y/N, she…” Steven’s voice filled with even more emotions. “She told you to save humanity. She knew she could trust you to do it. She knew you would because you love humanity. You love this planet.”
“He’s right,” Thena says as she joins the. “Gilgamesh always told me that ‘When you love something, you protect it. It is the most natural thing in the world’. You have loved these people since the day we arrived. So, there is no one better to lead us now than you.”
“Exactly,” Steven says. “Y/N may not be here but we are, and this isn’t Layla’s first time saving humanity either. Marc’s first instinct when Makkari brought us here, and fighting broke out was to look at you. He looked to you because Y/N did, and Dane does, and that was all he needed to know. Whatever side you were on, that was the side we’d take.”
“You mean that?” Sersi asks.
“Of course he does,” Thena says, a slight grin on her face. “He was Y/N/N’s partner, do you really think she’d have had them in her life if he wasn’t honest?”
“Thanks,” Steven smiles at Thena. “You’re Thena, aren’t you? I’m Steven, you’ve met Marc, I guess. But, Y/N always said you had taught her a lot.”
“I bet she left out that most of it was how to use those blades she summoned when she wasn’t in the air. They made for great projectiles but not so well on the ground. We used to train so often. She wanted to be a better fighter. I always told her she already was, because she put her heart into it.”
“She put her heart into everything,” Sersi says.
“Which is why we aren’t giving up,” Thena states. “Ajak chose you for a reason.”
They all turn when they hear Phastos calling for Sersi.
“Oh, Sersi. We need you!” Phastos says when he finds them.
“I already gave that speech,” Thena says, “Steven too.”
“What?” Phastos looked confused but waved it off. "We just have to get the UniMind working and you will have enough power to stop it. "Sersi, the sphere inside of you, it creates a connection between you and Arishem. Maybe I can repurpose it and create a connection between, uh, well, all of us. And that can activate the UniMind.”
“Great,” Sersi says, glad they finally have a plan.
“Yeah,” Phastos says, “but um…I have to take it out of you.”
“Okay," Sersi says. “Do it.”
“Okay,” Phastos says.
“Don’t kill her,” Thena says.
“Is that a possibility?” Steven asks, shock on his face.
“Thena…” Sersi says. “Do it,” she repeats. Steven watches in aww as Phastos draws a golden sphere out of Sersi and it floats in the air. It reminded Steven of the golden scarab, mysterious and powerful.
“Will it work?” Sersi asks.
“It has to,” Phastos replies.
#To Cry for the Moon Fic#moon knight eternals crossover fic#eternals!reader#female!reader#marc spector x y/n#marc spector x eternals!reader#marc spector x female!reader#marc spector x reader#steven grant x y/n#steven grant x female!reader#steven grant x reader#moon knight x reader#eternals x reader#egyptian gods x eternals!reader#khonshu x reader#tw: death#tw: violence#tw: anger#tw: manipulation#tw: mind control#tw: mental illness#tw: physical violence#tw: verbal aruguments#tw: mentions suicide#tw: neglect of self
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Family Matters
A Savior one-shot
Ikaris x fem!guardian angel!reader
Summary: Ikaris has felt a hum for millennia and he's never questioned it, until he found the source.
One-shot Summary: You didn’t want to see her like this—never wanted to see any of them in any sort of pain—and you knew you would do everything you could to make her feel better.
Word Count: ~6k words
Warnings: whump! Parent!Ikaris, mentions of diseases and medical procedures (nothing too explicit), some profanity, medical jargon (is that a warning?)
A/N: Hello, hello! A few weeks back, I mentioned missing Angel and Ikaris and I also did say we have a certain mind controller who's coming to guest-star in a one-shot. Druig would have to wait, because it's Sprite's time to shine. So this takes place about a year after the Emergence and I made Sprite age 12 here, just in case there is any confusion. Like always, this isn't beta'd so all mistakes are mine and mine alone. Reviews, comments, suggestions, requests (and reblogs) are super welcome! Please enjoy Family Matters!
Catch Ikaris and Angel's origin story here! (SAVIOR)
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There was something wrong with Sprite, you knew.
Usually, she would tell you and Ikaris of how frustrating it was to deal with children—which was ironic because she was the same physical age as they were and everyone else considered her a child—and she would vent out how much she wanted to just go out and do all the things she wasn’t able to do when she was still stuck in the Eternally young body Arishem chose to put her in. Instead, when she got home, she looked a lot sicklier than before. You had half a mind to not to send her to school earlier today, worried about how she changed from bad to worse in less than twelve hours. At breakfast, she was already complaining of a mild tummy ache but now, you watched as she doubled over her dinnerplate and knew it was nothing mild anymore.
Yep. There was definitely something wrong with Sprite.
“Sprite?” you called softly as you approached her. You touched her shoulder and recoiled at the heat that emanated from her. It was far too hot to be her normal body temperature. “Sprite, why didn’t you tell me you’re feverish?”
She only groaned in response, still hunched over her dinner. “Didn’t-didn’t want to w-worry you,” she told you slowly before groaning again.
You frowned, knowing that it was impossible to not worry for any of the other Eternals and her, and crouched to meet her face. “How long have you been feverish? You weren’t this warm when you left for school today.”
She scrunched her face again as another wave of pain took over her. “It only got worse at school.”
“With the stomach ache too?”
She nodded.
“What’s wrong with Sprite?”
You looked up to see your boyfriend as he entered the kitchen. Ikaris was frowning in concern as he watched his former-fellow-Eternal-now-turned-foster-kid. Even when he wasn’t showy of it, you knew he cared for her too.
“She’s feverish,” you told him, placing your hand on her back and rubbing soothing circles at it. You turned your attention back to her. “Do you think you can finish your dinner before you go to bed?”
She shook her head. “C-can’t. I don’t have the appetite for it.”
Something’s wrong-wrong, you thought to yourself worriedly. You cooked her favorite food tonight and even when she was full from having an after-school snack, she always made room to eat it. She never had no appetite for it. Except now, when she looked really, really sick.
But you kept your worry to yourself, not wanting to alarm the both of them.
“Do you want soup?” you asked instead.
“No.”
“Well, you need to eat anything. Do you think you can down a bottle of Gatorade?”
“Maybe. I j-just wanna lie down.”
“Okay. I’ll bring you some upstairs.”
You watched worriedly as she slowly made her way back to her room, arm still around her middle and hunched in pain as she ascended the stairs. Ikaris watched her the same way you did.
“I don’t know much about humans and diseases, Angel,” Ikaris told you, tone hopeless. “Is there any way I can help Sprite?”
“I don’t know, my love. The best I can do is bring her fever down.” You told him with a helpless shrug. You took her plate from the table and started to throw her uneaten food if it wasn’t for Ikaris taking it from your hands and doing it himself. “Can you bring a basin of water and a hand towel to her room?”
“Okay. Do you need anything else?”
“No. Just that.” You took the bottle of energy drink from the fridge and made your way to Sprite’s room.
You knocked gently, pushing the door open. Sprite was on her bed, lying in a fetal position on her side, covers up to her ears. There was still that pained strain about her face and your heart went out to her. You let some of your calming powers to your fingertips and you touched the side of her face. The relief was instant on her and her breathing became deeper and even.
“Hey.” You said quietly. “I have your drink. I just need you to take a couple of sips.”
She rose from her bed slowly. You handed her the uncapped energy drink and watched as she took tentative sips before passing it back to you.
“You need to drink some more,” you urged.
“No—” She lurched forward, a loud heaving noise coming from her before she groaned. “I’m so nauseous. I don’t want to eat or drink anything.”
Your brows knitted together in concern as you help her upright. She grabbed her abdomen again, and tears now sprung at the corner of her eyes.
“It hurts, Y/N.” she whimpered.
Your heart ached at the pain in her voice. Sprite was never one to complain about any body ailments and this was the first time you heard her whimper.
“What hurts, honey?” you asked, holding her face gently and suffusing your calming powers over her. “Where does it hurt?”
“My right side. It hurts really bad.”
The door to her room opened and you turned to see Ikaris bring over the basin to you. He set it down and watched from the foot of Sprite’s bed, not knowing what to do. You didn’t even want to tell him that Sprite refused to drink more of the Gatorade. Ikaris would just worry and then you would worry and you would have done nothing because you would be busy worrying.
“Ikaris, can you try calling Phastos? My phone is on the dresser in our bedroom.” You were hugging Sprite now, rubbing her back, trying your best to soothe her as you waited for Ikaris to get hold of Phastos.
“I d-don’t even know what happened, Y/N.” Sprite told you. “I thought it was the-the flu but it didn’t g-go away after today.”
“Shh. It’s okay, Sprite. We’ll know once we ask Phastos.” You wiped the sweat from her forehead, pitying your friend for the pain she was going through. You didn’t want to see her like this—never wanted to see any of them in any sort of pain—and you knew you would do everything you could to make her feel better.
Sprite was human now and that meant she was more fragile than both you and Ikaris. And she was a little girl, not a grown adult like your late husband Jack had been. When he was sick, you only nursed him back to health by wiping his brow with cool water and feeding him a bowl of chicken soup. But what he had was different; he had only been feverish and it went away after a day and it was nothing close to what Sprite had, who was heaving and nauseous and obviously in more pain than he had been.
Ikaris entered the room, your phone ringing in his hand. “Didn’t he say they’re going on a vacation?” he asked you.
Oh, right. “Well, we’ll try, okay? Maybe he’ll pick it up when he sees it’s from me.”
Only, Phastos didn’t and you were still left with an in-obvious-pain tween, whose complaints were increasing by the minute.
“I think we should get you to the hospital, Sprite.” You told her gently, wiping the sweat that dotted her forehead.
She shook her head vehemently at that, groaning. “No. No. I don’t want them to stick me with needles.”
“We don’t know what’s wrong with you,” you said. “You’re human now, Sprite, and I think other humans would know what’s going on inside you.”
“B-but…”
“Please? You didn’t even eat dinner and you couldn’t even down half of the Gatorade. I’m starting to worry. At least in the hospital, they’ll take a look at you and know what’s wrong." You took her hand in yours and infused it with your power, knowing it was the only thing you could do for her for now.
"Y/N has a point, Sprite.” Ikaris said from behind you. “Maybe all they’ll do is give you painkillers when we get there.”
Sprite’s nod was small and feeble. You turned to Ikaris and nodded at him. “Get the car ready, my love. We’ll be downstairs.”
You pushed her covers aside and helped her rise slowly. She took one step but she doubled over and clutched her right side again, tears now falling from her eyes.
“It hurts so much,” you cried. “I can’t walk, Y/N.”
“I can carry you down if you’d let me.”
When she nodded, you swung her gently into your arms and brought her down to the car. You deposited her on the back seat and secured the seatbelt across her body. You took the front seat beside Ikaris and inputted the address to the hospital on the GPS. Taking a look at Sprite through the rear-view mirror, you only hoped that what she was experiencing was a nasty stomach bug that should go away in a day or two.
“Sprite, tell me everything that’s happened since you got this sick so I can tell it to the doctor.” You said to her.
She recounted everything: from the first moment she started feeling sick to the moment she couldn’t even stomach the smell of food because it made her nauseous. She told you of how difficult it was for her to go up the stairs and how the pain was always on her right and that it radiated outward with every jostle and step and even jump during her P.E. classes. You memorized every single thing she said just in time for you to arrive at the hospital.
You took her in your arms again and rushed to the E.R. when her groans and cries were growing concerning. The nurse took one look at Sprite and immediately asked for a stretcher. Once she was laid across it, the nurse whisked you away for the paperwork while a porter brought her to one of the observation cubicles.
“May I know what’s wrong with the patient?” the nurse asked as she handed you a clipboard with paperwork.
You told her everything Sprite had told you in the car while you answered the paperwork. Ikaris arrived a few minutes after, looking everywhere for any sign of Sprite.
“Where is she, Angel?” he asked you.
“Can someone get my mom?” you heard Sprite in one of the makeshift rooms of the E.R. “Please.”
You passed the pen to Ikaris, shooting an apologetic glance at the nurse. “My boyfriend will fill in the other details, ma’am. I need to get to my daughter.” To Ikaris, you said: “Can you finish this for me? Put in Phastos’s number for the other emergency contact. I just need to get to Sprite.”
You found Sprite in one of the curtain cubicles, hugging herself in a fetal position in bed, with an IV line stuck on her hand. Your heart called out to her as you sat beside her and took her hand in yours, softly brushing the hair on her forehead.
“Hey. I see they already got the needle in. Do you know if they took any blood samples?” you asked gently. You let your power to your fingertips and let them out with every stroke of her hair.
Sprite nodded and huddled closer to you. You let your head rest against the bed, forehead touching hers.
“You’ll be fine. I won’t let anything happen to you. I promised all of you, didn’t I?” you murmured. “Maybe I’ll let something happen to Ikaris once in a while because he deserves it.” You saw the impish smile on her face despite the pain she was in. “But I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“If this is what it takes to be human, I don’t want it.” she whispered.
“Getting sick is part of it, Sprite. My Jack went through something like this too and I panicked so hard because the hospitals weren’t as sophisticated as they are today. He lived through it without the medical intervention. We’re at the hospital now and you’re in a far better position than he had been. I’m sure you would get through this, too. You have the heart of a fighter.” You tucked her titian hair behind her ear.
“That’s you,” she said before hunching again. You tightened your hold on her hand.
“As my fake daughter,” you whispered, “I can say I passed on my fighter heart to you, too.”
She smiled again at that.
“Now, don’t worry about anything else. Right now, just rest and relax. Ikaris and I will talk to the doctors before they’ll talk to you. Is that okay?”
“Yeah,” she replied meekly.
“Are you hungry now? Do you want me to ask if I could get you something to eat?”
She shook her head. “I’m still nauseous.”
“Okay. Just rest and relax. I’m here. Ikaris is here.”
The night went by agonizingly slow. Ikaris finished the paperwork and found the two of you huddled close together. He sat opposite from you, patting Sprite’s shoulder from time to time to soothe her. Your fingertips had started to heat up from your constant usage of your powers but you didn’t complain, even happily letting more of your calm out to help your friend. Sprite, however, had calmed considerably but she still groaned and whined from time to time. Despite whatever it was in the IV that they put for pain relief, the pain in her abdomen didn’t let. You only grew more worried after every complaint.
The curtains parted. “Sprite?”
You looked up at the sound of Sprite’s name, to the doctor who held a chart in his hand and was looking at the three of you expectantly. “Sprite?”
You let go of Sprite’s hand and stood. “Yes, that’s my daughter’s name. I’m Y/N, her mother.”
“I’m Dr. Samuels. Her blood test results came back and—”
“Can we speak of this out of her earshot? I don’t want her to worry.” You asked.
“Of course. This way, please.” He parted the curtains for you.
“Do you mind if her dad would come along?”
“Not at all. Please, come this way.”
You nodded at Ikaris to follow the doctor and returned to Sprite, touching her face gently. “We’re just going to talk with the doctor and we’ll get back to you. I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about.”
“Okay.”
You joined the two men outside of Sprite’s curtain cubicle. Dr. Samuels was showing Ikaris something on the clipboard when you stepped up to them.
“Her blood results all came back normal. So far, there is nothing wrong with Sprite.” The doctor told you. He pointed at some tests and told you that they were all within normal levels and that there shouldn’t be anything wrong with her.
“No. That’s not possible. She wouldn’t be in this amount of pain if everything else is showing up as normal.” You told them, frowning at the doctor.
“Unfortunately, the labs don’t lie. If I ask them to rerun the tests, it would show up the same thing.” He closed the chart with a click. “Have you maybe considered that she is just doing this to get out of school? Children sometimes tend to feign an illness to get out of going to school.”
You shook your head at him, offended he would even suggest something like that when she was undoubtedly in pain. “No. My daughter won’t do that. She’s not a crier but the way she cried in pain today told me something’s wrong with her.”
“The lab tests say otherwise.”
“Maybe there’s something you’ve overlooked?” Ikaris said. He had stood beside you and pulled you to him and was rubbing your arm in an attempt to relax you. Nothing could relax you, especially since this doctor was insistent nothing’s wrong with Sprite when there obviously was. “Did you run all the necessary tests for someone her age and the way she’s in pain?”
“Yes, I have but—”
“Doctor. I know my daughter. I know she’s in an inordinate amount of pain right now and every second I’m trying to convince you of that is another second of her in agony. She’s been in pain for nearly the whole day now. She can’t even sit up straight without clutching her right side. She can’t even take a step because her abdomen’s in too much pain. I’m pretty sure she’s not faking it.”
Dr. Samuels frowned at you and opened the chart once more. “Would you mind if I have a look at your daughter again, ma’am?”
“Please.” You parted the curtains yourself and stepped aside. “Be my guest.”
“Sprite, my name is Dr. Samuels.” The doctor said as he donned his examination gloves.
You and Ikaris stood the side opposite of the doctor and Sprite was looking at the both of you with fearful eyes. You only shook your head at her, assuring her by holding her hand.
“I’m going to do a bit of a physical exam on you. I’m going to be pressing on your abdomen. It shouldn’t hurt but if it does, you have to tell me when and where.”
At Sprite’s nod, the doctor began his exam. He pushed and prodded around her abdomen, checking for something you had no idea about but nodding his head when she didn’t react to any of it. Only when it came to her right side and he pressed down, she yelped and told them that that was where it hurt the most and had been hurting for the last few hours. Dr. Samuels excused himself and left in a hurry.
“Is something wrong, Y/N?” Sprite asked and you noted the fear in her voice.
You only shook your head at her, gripping her hand in yours tightly. “I’m sure that’s nothing. How are you feeling now?”
“It still hurts.” She groaned again and curled in on herself.
Dr. Samuels returned and introduced his companion—an ultrasound technician—to the three of you. The distressed look on Sprite’s face was almost funny if it weren’t for the circumstances.
“We’re going to take a look on the inside of your right side, okay, Sprite? You’ll feel a bit of pressure when she presses down on you but it should be over quick.” Dr. Samuels said.
You all kept your eyes on the grainy gray screen the doctor was looking, knowing that the three of you had no idea of whatever it was showing. The doctor and the technician spoke in hushed voices, pointing at the blurry figure on the screen. You fished out a couple of words like ‘swollen’ and ‘acute’ and ‘ready’ but that was the extent of what you heard. They were too quiet and they only spoke to each other in a language only they understood.
“Can I please talk to you outside while the tech finishes up the scan?” the doctor asked you and Ikaris.
You three stepped out once more but this time, there was an urgency to the doctor’s face. You swallowed the fear that came up to you and stood close to Ikaris.
“You’re right that there is something wrong with Sprite. Unfortunately, what she has is acute appendicitis. What happens is that her appendix is inflamed and that is what’s causing her pain. Unfortunately also, we cannot just diagnose appendicitis with blood work. When you told me she’s been having pain on her right side, that was what urged me to go check on her.”
You nodded dazedly. Acute appendicitis didn’t sound good to your ears. It didn’t sound nice to Ikaris too.
“What happens now? Will she just be given a bit of medication and she’ll be fine in the morning?” Ikaris asked the question you wanted to ask.
“No. We need to take her appendix out before it could burst. We wouldn’t want her to get peritonitis, which is far more serious than the appendicitis she has now. It could be life threatening.”
You looked at Ikaris, who in turn looked back at you with intense worry. You had never seen him like this before, but then again, he and his family were Eternals and none of them ever get sick. Ever.
“Appendectomy requires generalized anesthesia so she would be asleep for the whole procedure. She won’t feel a thing while it’s happening but she would feel the stitches when she wakes. Of course, as with any other invasive procedure, there are risks but with appendectomy, they’re only the usual possible risk of infection. It happens rarely but we’ll make sure it won’t happen to her. The operation is relatively safe with a 99% success rate, and frankly, it is the best option for her case.
“While normally we would want you to think about the operation, I don’t think we have the luxury of time now. Sprite’s appendix is close to bursting. The good thing is there is an emergency surgeon present who can operate on her at this moment. We can take it out now before any other complications could arise.”
“Of course,” you told him as you nodded. “Yes. Yes, of course.”
“I’ll go tell the surgeon now. We would need to keep her under observation after the operation so I suggest you have her admitted.” With that, Dr. Samuels left.
“Angel,” Ikaris said as he turned to you. You heard the hesitation in his voice and you understood perfectly. None of the Eternals had the need to undergo any medical procedure because none of them ever got sick. Sprite was the first in the family to be sick and of course, Ikaris worrying was perfectly normal. But you refused to be sucked in the worry-spiral, even if you were worrying so much for her.
You swallowed and gave him a wan smile, putting on a brave face. “We’ll worry later, okay? Sprite is our priority. We have to make her comfortable first.”
“Is this really the best thing to do? Do they have to operate on her? She’s just a kid.”
You touched the side of his face, watching as his tense shoulders relax at the contact of your power against his cheek. “Yes, my love. They studied these for years. Sprite’s in capable hands.”
“I don’t like it.”
“We don’t have to like it but it’s the best option.”
He sighed, relenting, knowing you were right. “Okay, Angel.”
“Thank you, my love. Do you think you can start her admission? Or you can stay with her while I do that?”
“You stay with her. I’ll take care of the other things.”
You brushed your lips lightly against his and pulled away to watch him leave. You took a deep breath, clearing your throat and practiced a smile before you entered Sprite’s makeshift mini room.
“Is it bad?” she asked you, still teary eyed.
You shook your head. “No. It’s nothing bad but what they’ll do is put you to sleep and when you wake up, you’ll be back to your normal self.”
“Y/N…”
“I promise.”
“I may look like a kid but you can speak to me as an adult, you know,” she reminded you.
Sometimes, you did forget you and Sprite were the same age.
You gave an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry.”
She groaned. “No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be surly. I’m just in so much pain.”
“The doctors will take care of it. They know what to do. You’ll be good as new tomorrow.”
She was quiet for a while and reached for your hand. “I’m scared.”
You didn’t want to admit to her that you were, too, so you only smiled an assuring smile at her and squeezed her hand. A porter came a few minutes after, explaining to the both of you that the operating theater was ready for her.
“Can my mom come?” Sprite asked the man.
“I’m sorry, Sprite, but she and your dad would have to stay out of the O.R.” he told her, readying to wheel her bed. “They can wait for you outside or in the room they’ll get you.”
You gave her a small smile, nodding encouragingly. “Remember, heart of a fighter.”
“Heart of a fighter,” she said back and let herself be wheeled away.
Ikaris secured a room for her but you both waited outside of the operating room where they put her in. You took it upon yourself to inform the rest of the family about what happened to Sprite and the procedure they’d do on her, giving them updates whenever you received some. You only watched as Ikaris paced the length of the waiting room, looking angry and anxious and, frankly, exhausted.
“My love,” you called to him. “If you keep pacing like that, you’ll make a hole on the floor. You’ve already worn out the carpet.”
Ikaris looked down on his feet, frowning to see if he did indeed do that before leaning against the wall, crossing his arms tightly against his chest. “I failed Sprite. I should’ve asked her if she was feeling okay when I picked her up from school.”
“Hey, hey, don’t blame yourself.” You went to him and pried his arms apart, holding on to his hands and looking up his eyes. “She’s Sprite; she hides things from us. It’s her schtick, much like you being a pain in my ass is.” You attempted to joke but it fell flat to the both of you. And it didn’t assuage whatever it was he was feeling.
“You’re right, it’s Sprite. That’s why I thought she was playing a prank on me.”
“Ikaris.”
“I should have been more attentive. We promised everyone you and I would look out after her and now she has whatever she has and I just think I didn’t do enough for her.”
“Don’t think that.”
“They’re cutting her open, Angel.”
“I know.”
“All because I didn’t ask her if she was okay.”
“They’d cut her open either way because that’s the only thing to do with acute appendicitis.”
“Angel,” he grumbled.
“What? You know I’m saying the truth. If you asked her earlier, it still won’t change the fact that she has acute appendicitis, which, by the way, isn’t any of our fault.”
“But—”
“No buts. No ifs. Stop blaming yourself for something you can’t control.”
He sighed, resigned. “I’m not good at this protector thing, am I?” he asked suddenly and a surprised chuckle bubbled out of you.
“No, you’re not,” you agreed, “And that’s fine because if you were, you’d put me out of business.”
He pulled you into his embrace and placed his chin on top of your head. You wrapped your arms around his waist and snaked your hands up and down his back.
“I was kidding when I agreed you’re not a good protector, my love,” you told him, voice muffled against his sweater. “You’re the best one there is. Just a few nights ago, you went and investigated the loud noise and the thing that’s been ransacking our garbage. I don’t think I’d be able to face that big and scary coyote by myself.”
He snorted and you were sure he was smiling.
“And the other week, you jumped in front of me when that golden retriever started sniffing me too much.”
“Angel…”
“Or that time when—”
“I get it, I get it.”
“The point is,” you said as you looked up at him, resting your chin against his chest. “Your instinct is to protect and that’s what you’ve been doing with me and Sprite. You’re protecting us. And you’ve protected her from more harm when you brought her to the hospital.”
“It was your idea.”
“I don’t want to take all the credit,” you teased.
Both sides of his lips lifted a little.
“But you get my point, right? You’ve always been this protector—this savior—and just because you didn’t see the danger the first time doesn’t make you a failure at it. It’s what you are deep inside.”
“Y/N.” he said with a sigh, not fully convinced at your words.
“Now shut it and relax. I remember seeing a vending machine a few hallways back. Get yourself a Snickers bar. You’re not you when you’re hungry.”
He chuckled at that and lightly kissed your forehead. “No. I think I’ll stay here and wait.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
You remained in his arms for a while, just reveling the feel of them around you. You refused to give in to your worry, knowing full well it won’t do anything to the problem. And besides, you had said it yourself, Sprite was in capable hands. The doctors would make sure she would be fine by the end of the operation. You trusted them fully because they knew what they were doing.
You rested your cheek against your boyfriend’s chest, waiting quietly for the doctor to emerge from the O.R. to tell you how Sprite was doing. Ikaris seemed to have calmed down; his fingers now traced the outline of where your wings were once connected to you, engrossed in the mindless activity. It was better this way, after all. You didn’t want him panicking and doubting himself, especially when the memory of the Emergence was still fresh in everyone’s mind.
A nurse came out from the double doors and to you, taking off her mask as she approached. “Mr. and Mrs. Harris? Sprite’s operation is a success. We’ll be wheeling her to the PACU to monitor her recovery and once she’s awake, we’ll be bringing her to her room.”
“Thank you,” Ikaris replied stiffly but you saw how his throat worked and you knew he was holding back tears.
You pulled from your boyfriend and smiled gratefully at the woman. You did not correct her when she called you Ikaris’s wife, knowing it was unimportant compared to the good news she just shared. You took her hands in yours and thanked her profusely. “Thank you so much. Thank you for everything you and your team did.”
“You’re very welcome, Mrs. Harris.” She smiled at the both of you before returning to the O.R.
You sagged against Ikaris, finally allowing the tears that you were holding in to come out and come flowing down your face. You’ve never known such fear in your whole seven-thousand-year existence, never thought you would be this shaken just because someone in your family was close to dying. Never again, you told yourself. If Sprite would ever think of you as a helicopter mom as soon as she leaves the hospital, so be it. You vowed to keep her safe and you would do so, whatever it took.
.
Ikaris brought down the newspaper he was reading when he heard movement coming from Sprite’s general direction. It had been hours since they wheeled her in; the nurses assured him and you that Sprite had woken up since her operation and that she had some… choice words about it. He only told them that she was a somniloquist like her mother and to not mind what was said.
He stayed behind while you went and talked to the nurses about Sprite’s dietary restrictions post-operation, as well as a handful of other things that you had researched when you recovered from your small breakdown. Ikaris could only watch in awe at how you managed to do everything like it was second nature to you, even going as far as researching for a new bed so she would be comfortable in her bedrest at home. He stopped you there, knowing what you were doing was an overreaction but he knew he would have done the same.
“Whoever said sleeping was the same thing as resting was one real asshole,” Sprite said with a groan.
His mouth quirked to one side, amused and relieved that she was fine and certainly back to normal. “It wasn’t a restful sleep?” he asked, setting the paper aside.
“Not one bit.” She turned to him, squinting her eyes at the bright light that shone on her. He stood and turned down the lights. “I think they took all my intestines and scrambled the rest of my insides.”
“Not all,” he told her and she gave him a flat look. He smiled slightly. “Just the small useless part of it that’s been causing you pain.”
“Glad that’s over. Now I’m in a different kind of pain.”
“Is it as painful as before?”
“No but it still hurts like a bitch.” She looked around, clearly searching for something. “Where’s Y/N?”
Ikaris saw the change in demeanor in her. Gone was the impish Sprite and in its place was a kind of fear that he knew well. He saw the apprehension in her eyes, at the uncertainty of wanting to know the answer to her question. Sprite had abandonment issues that he and you actively worked on. You both showered her with enough attention when she called for it and left her on her own when she wanted it but you both never ever abandoned her. And with you gone when she awoke, Ikaris knew Sprite feared for the worst.
“She’s just talking to the doctor about the antibiotics you would need when they’ll discharge you.” He watched her closely. “You know she won’t leave us.”
She snorted, even though he knew she was relieved with his reply. “I’m not worried she’ll do that—”
“You don’t have to lie to me, Sprite.” he said. “I know she didn’t show it to you but she was afraid. She was trying not to show everyone she was panicking but I felt it. If you think she’d still leave, you’re mistaken. No one would be this worried then just leave when they want to, especially not Angel.”
She sighed. “I just thought she’d run at the first sign of trouble. That’s what Kingo did when he left me in Macedonia.”
“She’s not Kingo.” he said flatly.
“Clearly,” she said sarcastically. “But you know what I mean.”
Unfortunately, he did. He sat on the chair beside her bed, looking down his hands, not knowing how to put it carefully. Mincing words was never his forte, it was yours… sometimes.
“Sprite, I promise you, Y/N and I are never going to abandon you. We didn’t let you deal with this on your own. We three did it together and we plan on keeping it that way. We’re a family and families stick together.”
“Yeah, the last thousand years are a testament to that,” she grumbled sardonically but he knew he made his point across.
“It was our mistake to break apart but we’re making amends for it now.” He sighed. “I know I may not be the most stellar of father figures out there but I am trying, for Angel, for you. Y/N made me promise we all will stay together and we will. I’ll make sure of it.”
She sighed. “You’re right about you being a pretty shit father figure. You definitely need to work on that. Though I have to admit, Y/N makes a good mom.”
He smiled, nodding, agreeing, ignoring her jibe at him. “I know.”
Just then, you entered holding a small paper bag with the pharmacy’s name emblazoned on the front. When your eyes clapped on Sprite, you beamed widely and rushed to her.
“You’re awake! Do you want anything to eat? The doctors said you can eat whatever you want, just in moderation. I also have your meds here. They gave you a lot to ward off infection and some stuff for the pain—are you in pain right now? I’m sure I have something here for you…”
Amidst all of your ramblings and Sprite’s overwhelmed reaction at it, he locked eyes with his former-fellow-Eternal-now-turned-foster-kid and smiled. She did as well, knowing there was only one thing going on in their minds.
You, him, and Sprite were a family.
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Hey would I be allowed to request Druig x female reader with scenerio prompt 23 for the blurb night please
The prompt is: Carding your fingers through your lover's hair after a bad nightmare, not caring that it's sweaty or matted, but just that they'll be able to get a good night's sleep, even if it's at the sacrifice of your own.
And I was wondering if it could be reader comforting Druig after he had a nightmare please?
Druig x Reader
wc: 271
a/n: eee I love comforting this man! enjoy, love
The flames burned against his skin, cracked lips gasping for air as a weight pressed on his chest. "You will not save them," Ikaris grunted, pressing the shorter eternal into the rough tree.
"But I can," Druig hissed through his teeth.
"This is how history has to play out."
"I won't let it."
The last thing he saw was dark blue eyes with specks of firey orange. Those flecks expanded until the blue was no longer existant, a shmmering yellow to leave distruction in its wake.
"Fuck!" Druig screamed as he awoke, jolting from his spot next to you. The cold from his sweat sent shivers down his spine, his entire body shaking.
"Dru," you gasp as you sat up, instantly throwing your arms around his shounders. "It's alright, it's alright. They're fine," you whipser.
He pivots and wraps his arms around your waist, his hands gripping your shirt in desperation. He inhaled deeply, but all he could smell was smoke and gunpowder. "It won't stop," he whispered, his lips tickiling the skin of your neck.
You carded your hand through the locks of soft brown hair and pulled him into your chest. "Breathe," you tell him.
"All I taste is fire," he manages, digging his fingers deeper into your clothes.
"The people are safe, Ikaris is gone," you reminded him as you lowered the two of you on the mattress. His breathing slowly returned to normal as you held him, the grip he had on you finally releasing.
"Thank you," he whispered, his voice hoarse
"Whatever you need, my love, whatever you need," you told him, kissing his forehead.
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✧. In Every Lifetime ✧.
Chapter 2 - The Kingdom of Attica
✧.* word count: 4.8k (yes I did get carried away)
✧.* warnings: mentions of suicide, terrible geography on my part, a lot of Greek Mythology details and tidbits for you nerds
✧.* genre: Angst? Cliffhanger ending // NSFW only cause of the death part
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Series summary: Druig had always thought you were a curious individual, always muttering something under your breath and always being able to save other people’s lives. He would’ve never thought you were more curious than he ever thought possible.
PS THERE ARE NOTES AT THE END THAT EVERYONE SHOULD READ FOR CONTEXT ON THE CONFUSING PARTS!!
After eradicating the threat in Babylon, Ajak thought that leaving the city painted in memories of you would do Druig some good, all the while he laments on the memories of the two of you.
Human beings are mortal. Healing took longer, they felt more pain, and most importantly, they aged. Their bodies rot and turn to dust as they wither and die. The Eternals knew this. As far as the humans were concerned, they could only help them live until their own bodies eventually killed them. Death, was a part of human nature. However, this allowed their lives to become more precious.
Yet, that made it even more unfair that in such a short time, Death took you away from him.
However, as human after human dies, time still moves on.
And time did move.
Druig took his time moving on, however. With all the time in the world, he would take his sweet time savouring the moment you gave him. Lamenting for a moment, about what could’ve pushed you to do such a thing. You, the oddest human he’s ever met, yet, the kindest.
There is a part of him that wishes he had heard what you whispered before you plunged yourself into the cold hands of Death. Maybe he would have gained a little more insight into why you did what you did. Also, why his powers did not work on you.
As a side note, he didn’t tell his fellow Eternals about that little part of you. At least initially. You were a close friend to all of them, though particularly close to Druig. He didn’t want to plague their minds with questions that plagued his own when they were grieving.
Though eventually, he did so. He took his time, and they took theirs. Then, the questions started to pop out. Questions he knew he couldn’t answer by himself. Questions he thought the rest would be able to help him answer.
How wrong he was.
“What do you mean you couldn’t control her mind?” Ikaris asked his brow furrowed in confusion as he stood straighter, with both hands crossed over his chest.
“Exactly that, I couldn’t control her mind. What part of that statement confuses you?” Druig’s accent came off stronger as he shot back with malice.
It was only natural for any kind of interaction between him and Ikaris to be filled with poison and irk. It came to a point where it would’ve been odd if the two of them didn’t constantly butt heads. He remembered how the sharp interactions between him and Ikaris were much more mellow when you were still here.
“Druig, didn’t you say you could enter her mind in the past?” Ajak stepped between Druig;s and Ikaris’ line of sight. “I did,” he answered, “I only tried it once, but I couldn’t make her step away from the ledge. As if something was blocking me.”
“Blocking you?” This time Sprite was the one who spoke out, mostly out of confusion and not a real question directed at him. Druig only nodded in response as the others mulled over at the new piece of information provided to them.
He remembered the first and only instance where he read your mind. He and the others were just about to venture outside the city walks to look for an escaped Deviant. When you had asked if he would go to a specific area outside. At first, he said he didn’t know, seeing as how they would be following the Deviant’s tracks.
When seemed to deflate, Druig asked you what made that specific area special, when, if he remembered correctly, was just an arid desert. You shook your head and assured him that it didn’t matter. It was then that he, at the time, did something he thought was harmless.
He entered your mind to find out the answer to his question himself. Fully intending on teasing you about it afterwards, reminding you that he had powers. Sure, it was a breach of privacy, but again, he didn’t think much of it at the time.
Well he got his answer, a rare flower grew there. Blooming only this season. A flower you haven’t been able to find anywhere else and you wanted desperately.
In return for his answer, he was met with your frightened expression.
Wide eyes with stiffened body posture, as if what he did angered you so.
Druig remembered your shaky voice as you asked if he had seen anything he shouldn’t in your head. From the shock of it all, and in a desperate attempt to calm you down, he spoke the truth, no amount of teasing or malice in his tone.
That day, before he went out to hunt for the Deviant, you had made him swear to never go into your mind ever again. Something that, had you not been someone so special to his heart, he would’ve taken with malice. But because it had been you that asked, he agreed.
The rest of the day, you had grown so cold to him that, for once in his life, he felt guilty for using his power. He remembered returning from the hunt with the flower in his hand, using it as an outlet for an apology. The same flower you tended to right after you had shared your first kiss with him.
Seeing the terror in your eyes was enough for him to never look into your mind again, lest he wanted you to hate him.
Though, that didn’t matter now anymore, did it?
“Did she ever act odd to you?” Phastos asked. Druig lamented on the best way to answer such a question. In truth, yes, you did act odd a lot of the time. Despite your age, you had the intelligence alike of someone not your age.
Then there were your tiny odd quirks. Again, how your plants were still able to grow, albeit slower, in the dead of winter. How you healed quicker than most humans, even if broken bones didn’t take days to recover. You healed cuts and bruises in a significantly faster rate than he would expect form a normal human.
You seldom, if ever, got sick. When your gashes and cuts were dirtied, there was never a time where you were hit with an infection.
During the days when you were still with him. Druig chalked up your interesting healing to your luck. Stating in his mind that you must’ve just been lucky and he shouldn’t question it too much if he didn’t want to jinx it.
But now that you were gone. Those questions ran rampant through his head.
He remembered the time you were stabbed by a thief, shielding a man from the blow. He remembered the way his heart dropped, thinking you would surely die from the amount of blood you had lost. Only to be met with laughter and banter when you woke up in the doctors.
A week later, you were tending to your garden and practising your dances as if you hadn’t just experienced a life-threatening event.
Now that he thought about it, you weren’t very, human.
Physically, you had to be. After all, you died. You fell to your demise and your heart stopped the moment your bones cracked from the impact. Despite this, there was one possibility.
You could’ve been a human with powers. There was now ay someone like you, who’d jump at the first sight of danger to rescue someone, live that long. You had survived a dozen too many life-threatening events.
Though it was definitely a mystery. To him and to the others.
Once more.
Time passed on.
The memory of you and your supposed powers lingered in everybody’s minds. Being brought up every once and a while. But they had to move on from the past. You were dead, there was no way in calling the dead off the grave. Not to mention the fact that they had a job to finish.
Destroy the Deviants, return to Olympia.
Druig still cherished you though. He held dear to his heart the short time you and he spent together. Despite the fact that your very existence was shrouded with mystery he didn’t see at the time when his eyes were covered with rose coloured lens.
As Babylon grew and flourished without the ever-looming threat of the Deviants. The Eternals moved on to the next kingdoms and cities. They explored other flourishing lands under the threat of Deviants. And their next stop? The great large land of what is in the far future will be known as Greece.
Right now though, they were simply going to a small Kingdom with the name of Attica. A Kingdom located in Southern Central Greece.
Not that Druig really cared. Thena on the other hand, loved the entirety of Greece, war and all. Gilgamesh had mused that it must’ve been due to the way the Greeks practically praised the ground where Thena walked on. Prophesizing that she was sent by Athena herself.
They hadn’t been to any part of Greece in quite some time, but now that the Deviants had come back to the land, no doubt due to the Greeks’ growing intelligence. The Eternals make their long-awaited return.
On their journey there, Druig came across a flower he had never thought to see again. There growing from the ground, right outside a temple on the edge of Attica, grew a beautiful, familiar, flower. White petals with tiny yellow ones crowning its middle. He knew the flower.
It was that same flower he used as an apology.
Seeing it brought old memories back to him. It brought a sense of bittersweet sadness. Wanting to keep his uncaring demeanour, he looked around to see the other Eternals walking about; thinking none of them was paying attention to him, he softly picked the flower from the ground and went to pocket it.
“I didn’t know you liked flowers, Druig.” Druig quickly stopped himself from pocketing the delicate flower, masking his surprise when he heard Ajak’s voice behind him. He opened his mouth to reason why he wanted the flower when she spoke again, cutting him off, “You don’t have to explain.” She chuckled.
He rolled his eyes as a relaxed smile made its way onto his expression. She looked at the flower Druig was holding, her eyes observing its petals.
“The narcissus flower,” she hummed to herself. “You know, here, these flowers represent Persephone.” Ajak explained. Usually, Druig would have stopped her before she could continue. Noting on how he didn’t need to know the lore of imaginary gods the humans’ created.
But realizing Ajak knew quite a bit about a flower that clearly meant something to you made him intrigued. He wanted to learn more about your interest. If not for himself, but to feel, perhaps, more connected to you, over the grave.
“They say it was the flower Hades used as a lure to abduct Persephone so that he could wed her. Nowadays, the flower represents eternal love, beauty, and,” Ajak paused. Clearing her throat as if the word was stuck in it. Druig quirked his head to the side in confusion. “An early death.”
He chuckled dryly at the coincidence.
“How fitting.” He bitterly responded before pocketing the flower and catching up with all the others. Leaving Ajak, to sigh.
It would take an idiot to not be able to see that Druig was still hurting. Even after all these years, he still seems to remember ever last second of interaction with you. The mind reader might benefit from moving away from the last remnants of what was left of you by leaving Babylon, Ajak hoped. Perhaps, it was time for him to move on.
Just like all of them had suspected, once they arrived at the city’s centre. Word quickly spread about the oddly dressed visitors who came into the city moments after a large flying object was seen in the sky, which they didn’t know was the Domo. All speaking a language foreign to the native tongue of the locals and foreigners from trading zones.
It didn’t take long for the many historians, philosophers, and librarians quickly gathered their wit to inform the King on who they were. They came up with old texts, created by generations before them. Dictating the Eternals’ glory and battles against the monsters, especially, Thena’s.
It didn’t help that they killed a Deviant whilst all of this was unfolding, in front of many Atticans and otherwise. Making everyone truly realize that these were the people written by their ancestors, coming back to rescue them.
Popularity, soon followed.
With the King inviting them to a large banquet held under their name in his palace later that night. His people tried to tend to anything the Eternals could ever want. Asking if they needed anything every few minutes. The academics questioned their technology, their life, their physiology, everything. The heroes and soldiers were even worse.
It was rather stifling, especially to Druig. Who didn’t care much for popularity nor the love of the people around him. Despite this, the others were able to deal with it much easier. Especially, Thena, who unlike everyone else. Basked in the attention, she grinned as children swarmed around her. Asking her if she was Athena herself, only for their mothers to shut them up, afraid of divine wrath.
Even Sprite, ended up decorating the roofs of people’s houses with images of the war stories the soldiers told.
So, it wasn’t a surprise that they ended up split up. Each of them doing something somewhere, agreeing to meet later in the night after the King’s banquet back in the Domo. Leaving Druig and Makkari alone in a quieter part of the large city.
Even then, academics followed them around. They questioned about the language he and Makkari spoke. Not familiar with the sign language nor the English language, that in the future, will become the norm. Though Makkari could quickly leave the area, a part of her felt sympathy to Druig who would surely be scolded by Ajak if he hypnotized everyone to leave him alone.
It was then that, all of the sudden, someone tapped both their shoulders, causing them to turn around. There in front of them, stood a woman. With the way she was dressed, Druig assumed she was a priestess at a temple. Perhaps Demeter’s or Artemis, thought he colours of her robes were much darker than the pure white usually adorned by priestesses.
The shawls that usually sat on priestesses’ shoulders sat atop of her head, covering a large portion of her face. Allowing them to only see her smile.
“Excuse me; myself and a few others offered your friends some solace and rest in our temple. Would you like to join them?”
Though it was a polite invitation, Druig could read between the lines. The young priestess was offering them a place to rest away from all the philosophers, academics, historians, and the like from bothering them. After all, in normal circumstances, the temples were a sacred place.
None of them would dare follow him or Makkari inside.
Regarding the offer, both of them excused themselves as their audience threw the priestess a sharp glare. To which she responded with a sweet smile. Druig noted how realization seem to cross their faces and immediately they shrank back into their seats, regretting the malice they shot at her.
As she led the two of them to where the rest had gathered, she spoke, “I must apologize for our people’s excitement for your arrival. We had believed that the Gods would send us warriors to save us from the monsters. They assumed those warriors are you.”
At this statement, Druig couldn’t help but let his mischievous nature take over. “Do you not think so?” he asked. Signing the entire conversation to Makkari so she could still understand their conversation.
He saw a fond smile on the priestess’ face under her hood before responding, “No, you weren’t sent by the Gods. This I know,” she turned to them, stopping in her tracks. “But you did come here to defeat those monsters, haven’t you?”
“You’re right on the last point,” Druig couldn’t help but want to drawl out the conversation longer. A sense of weird longing in his heart. “But how are you so sure we weren’t sent by your Gods? The locals seem to believe Thena was sent by Athena herself.”
She laughed at that, “If you were truly sent by the Gods, or at least Thena by Athena. I would know.” She turned and continued the walk.
Before Druig could ask more what she meant by that, the three of them had arrived at their destination. It was a distance from the markets which allowed the busying noise not to interrupt their rest, but close enough that they could walk back to civilization.
In front of them stood a vast temple. Beautifully carved, with marble pillars and stairs. In the middle of it lay an ample enclosed space. On the steps, Sersi and Ikaris stood awaiting their arrival.
“I was wondering where the two of you were. Come in, the King came by half an hour ago, he agreed to have the banquet here instead of the busy palace.” Sersi chuckled. “And how did he even agree to that?” Makkari signed.
Ikaris was the one to respond. “Well, not easily. Though, she helped.” He gestured towards the priestess who shook her head with a smile. “The King seems to listen to you.” he shrugged.
“Lucky me I suppose.” Was her only response, “Well then, I shall take my leave. I hope you enjoy the meals we’ve prepared for you, Druig, Makkari.” The priestess bowed her head in respect before slinking away to the interior of the vast temple.
It was at that moment that Druig realized something. He doesn’t remember telling the young priestess his name. Not only that, he remembered distinctly in their last trip there, his name was not written in any of the texts. Unlike Makkari, who, though never told her name, would understand why the priestess knew of it. How then? How did she know who he was?
It seemed Makkari noticed this too, as while they made their way inside the temple, she signed to him. “I didn’t think you told anyone your name here?”
Druig stayed silent, letting both of them lament in their confusion over the odd priestess who seem to know more than she lets on.
He lets those thoughts wander to the back of his mind when he entered the temple. Choosing instead to observe the great architectural wonder around him. The ceilings crept into the sky like never ending beams, the top littered in dark paintings. As he made his way into the middle of the temple, a structure stood tall and proud.
It was a statue of a tall man with a large beard and long curly hair. He held a staff in one hand and on the other was a chain, tied to a sitting three-headed dog beside him.
Hades.
This was a temple for hades. One of the few in the Pantheon he cared to remember. Despite this, a temple standing this grand and large confused him. The Greek s honoured the God of the Dead through their funeral rites rather than temples and offerings.
It hit him now that, the priestess leading them must’ve been a loyal servant of Hades, and she had mentioned there were others like her. That fact itself, was as equally perplexing.
Walking past the statue and the middle of the entrance, he didn’t realize how substantial the interior actually was. From the outside, whilst it did look big. It was nothing compared to the sheer size it was inside.
The room with the statue continued further back, acting as a large hallway. It had small tables and chairs beautifully crafted and a fountain with running water. The hallway of an entrance room ended with a large, ornate-looking white door, which he couldn’t be bothered to wonder how to open. On either sides of him were doors to another room. They were simpler in design than the one at the end of the room.
One of them he suspected to be a place where people would offer and pray.
The other was already opened, showing the others inside with a large table in the middle filled with food and drinks.
Druig entered the room, noting to explore the large temple later on.
The day proceeded as it usually did. With no sightings of the Deviants, therefore right now, the Eternals could rest and talk amongst themselves. Indulging on delicious foods and fruits provided by the King and the locals. Who, actually did pay them a visit. Though, he wouldn’t stay for very long though, an hour at most, excusing himself as he had things to tend to.
It would be a few hours before they’d retire back to the Domo to sleep. Then tomorrow, they’d wake and search the lands for these hiding Deviants.
Druig, though, was somewhat distracted. The hooded priestess entered the room several times, putting more food and drink on the table. Never staying, unlike her fellow priestesses who listened to stories and flirted with everyone else regardless of gender.
One thing he found quite curious too was the way the King acted around her when he still dined with them. Druig didn’t want to believe Ikaris at first when he said the King listened to her, after all, she was a mere priestess, and he was the King. They’re known to be quite self-centred. The King acted familiar with the priestess.
She chatted with him and even seem to scold him at times when he would speak too loudly. There was a fondness in the way they interacted.
Another curious thing was the way she wouldn’t meet Druig’s gaze, nor interact with him.
She avoided filling his glass, letting the others do that whilst she filled every other person’s glass. Then there was the topic of her voice. There was a familiarity to them. It made his eyebrow quirk the first time he heard it. Causing him to want to drawl out what little conversations they had with one another.
But now, hearing it more often, even hearing her silent laughter as Kingo told a joke to the entire room. He couldn’t help but feel… warm?
He leaned towards Phastos who stood beside him. “Is she familiar to you?” Druig asked.
Phastos looked around the room to see who his friend was querying about. When his eyes landed on the hooded priestess just about to leave the room. He shrugged.
“The hooded one?” He asked almost unbelievingly. “She’s the head of the temple, the others say she’s not around as often as she is now. Said she travels around for business and the like, you probably saw her in passing.”
Druig squinted as she made her way outside the room, her smile dropping when she was outside everyone’s line of sight. He didn’t believe Phastos’ words at all. It wasn’t a good enough explanation.
So, before he left, Druig jabbed at the man, “For someone who’s supposed to eb the smartest among us, I didn’t think you could come up with something so unbelievable.” Phastos’ eyes grew wide and his mouth opened in shock as he stammered out a response, one Druig could not hear as he was already leaving the room.
Knowing he wouldn’t be able to rest easy tonight without solving this small mystery of his, he pushed himself off from the pillar he was leaning on and walked towards the doorway. Ignoring Phastos’ question on where he was off to.
When he stepped outside, he realized he didn’t know where she went.
Druig reasoned that there was no way she could go back outside. The temple, though near enough to reach the markets with a walk, was still isolated. In addition, it was quite dark outside, making travel a fool’s errand. Therefore, she must’ve been in the temple itself.
It shouldn’t be difficult to find her. Though the internal part of the temple was separated into four rooms, the middle with the statue, the left which he just left from, the room closed by an ornate door, and the one he was facing right now. The one he was sure was where the offerings were made.
The room itself, except for the one with the ornate door, he wasn’t so sure about that one, was open. There wasn’t any other structure to obstruct the view of anyone in the doorway from seeing everything else in the large rooms.
Finding one priestess in a relatively empty temple, seeing as how the others were still indulging themselves with his friends, shouldn’t be too challenging.
Surely, she must have been going to offer something to her God. So that was where he went in first.
Druig opened the door in front of him, immediately being greeted with the sweet soft smell of freshly picked flowers. The room was smaller than the ones the rest were eating in; though thinking back to normal sized temples, it was still quite a huge area.
There was a smaller version of the statue in the entryway in the middle back of the room, though it was still almost the height of Druig himself. Surrounding the statue, on its feet, were various trinkets, flowers, and even money.
In front of the statue, kneeling, was the woman he was looking for.
Her back was to him but he could already tell the hood was still secured to cover her face. Seeing her position, she seemed to be praying. Something to add to the growing list of oddities about this woman.
Being a priestess to the God of the Dead was one thing. Praying to him, was a whole other thing he didn’t think any Greeks were willing to do. You see, the Greeks tended to try not to take the attention of the God who governed over the dead too much. Lest they want to accidentally invoke the wrath of him or any of his souls.
Druig wanted to question her, but respecting her religion, he waited till she rose from her kneeling position. Showing him that she was finished praying.
“What is your name.” he wasted no time in trying to figure out who she was. She appeared surprised by his sudden appearance, quickly turning to meet the other person in the room with her.
Though, it only took mere seconds for her to go back to normal, an easy smile on her face.
“Shouldn’t you be enjoying your time with your fellow Eternals?” I’m sure you’ll have your hands full dealing with monsters tomorrow.” Checkmate.
Not only was she avoiding his question, she said something that basically cemented the fact that she knew more than she let on. “Little priestess,” he practically purred with threat as he made his way closer to her, “Only my friends and I know what we’re called.” He paused, “And I don’t think I recall ever telling you we’re called Eternals.”
She was practically frozen on the spot at this point.
“Well, I- I must’ve heard it in passing, excuse me.” As she tried to duck away from him towards the doorway he cut her off. “I didn’t take you to for the secretive type.” He sarcastically remarked, as he practically blocked the doorway with his body, his elbow resting on the wood of the door. “I’ll ask again, what is your name?”
He saw how her breath hitched against her throat at the closeness, all before she answered. “Kore.”
Perhaps, she thought it would be a satisfactorily answer, as another easy smile, albeit a more nervous one, graced her features.
“Kore?” he repeated. Watching as she nod, her features slightly twitching, as if she heard something. “I didn’t think anyone here would be dumb enough to name their child after one of your Goddesses.”
Druig heard her gasp as he moved his face closer to her. It was meant to be a threatening gesture, but it almost felt natural to him.
“Unless,” he spoke, “You’re Persephone herself, disguised as a human.” He remarked. It was supposed to be an offhanded comment, but the way she reacted made him even more perplexed. Her entire body stiffened and her mouth hung agape.
Now, Druig knew a lot of things; having lived thousands of years, he was much more knowledgeable than humans could ever be. But, he knew better than to think he had all the knowledge in the world. And with the way she acted after his remark? He started to question his own mind.
Was there a chance, that she was truly Persephone? Did the myriad of Pantheons the humans created actually exist?
“Excuse me.” She immediately tried to force her way out of the room, her entire body colliding with Druig as she tried to move him out of the way.
At the sudden movement, Druig grasped her arm. The sudden halt caused her hood to fall out of place. Revealing her face to him.
His heart, stopped.
Hi there! Red here andddd I'd just like to add on information here in case anyone reading this isn't very familiar with Greek history on mythology. First off, I'm too lazy to search up the geography of old Greece so, I literally don't know if Greece was a country back then or not BUT ATTICA IS A REAL PLACE! Secondly!!!
It’s very rare to see a temple dedicated to Hades and even more rare to see worshipers of him, not because he’s not respected or anything (he’s VERY respected since he’s the God of wealth too) but it’s more of like, I’m not going to jinx myself or other people around me to an early death.
They usually give respects to him during burials. But, for plot sake, let’s assume there are temples for Hades and he has devoted worshipers. How the temple was allowed to be so huge will be an important detail later on.
Right this whole fanfic is just an excuse for me to nerd out about Greek Mythology, culture and etc. EXTRA BTW LMAO Any time the reader and any of the eternals are talking, they're talking in the local langauge of the area. The Eternals speaking English is like a foreign futuristic language.
#eternals#marvel#druig#druig x reader#druig x you#druig x y/n#druig fanfic#druig smut#druig imagine#druig one shot#druig x female reader#druig x fem reader#kingo#thena#phastos#sersi#ikaris#makkari#sprite#eternals fanfic#marvel fanfic#druig angst#greek mythology
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