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redheadspark · 7 months

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Hawuuu can I get 4."I love you, I swear I do, but we're not wearing matching costumes" and 5. Throwing a Halloween party with Druig

A/N: HAWUU! I hope you're doing well, I would love to write this for you! Thanks for requesting this, anon!

Wing Man

Summary - Druig hates costumes...but he might make an exception for you

Warnings - nothing but fluff :)

“Come on,”

“No,”

“Really? You’re not going to think about it?”

“Absolutely not,”

You rolled your eyes as your boyfriend was looking at the outfit that you had for him for your upcoming Halloween party. It was the first party you two were throwing together in your new apartment, a massive millstone in your mind merely because you loved Halloween. It was your favorite holiday, even more than Christmas. There was something about the fall season, the eerie spooky changes in the air, it was all amazing to you and brought out the good cheer going into the holiday season. Ever since you were a little girl you were obsessed with Halloween, and it only magnified when you were an adult.

You even met Druig at a Halloween Party, at Kingo’s Halloween Party nonetheless. It was the massive party of the season, how the entire home was decked up top to bottom with Halloween decor, plenty of people in costumes roaming his penthouse suite in the heart of LA. He wanted you to come since you two were old college mates, and although you knew literally no one at the party, you decided to go since he was your friend.

It wasn’t hard to spot Druig hiding away in the mini library with his nose in a book, looking over a thick 1st edition. You had to go in there, intrigued with the unique energy he was giving off and the handsome profile he had on his face. So you said hello, and now you two were a year into your relationship.

If there was one thing that shocked your friends and family about Druig, apart from his aloof nature and the consistent sarcasm that was in his speech almost 99 percent of the time, was his distaste for Halloween. Now he didn’t hate it at all, but he was no fan of it like you were. Sersi, a friend of Druig’s who took a liking to you, found it endearing that you both were opposites when it came to the holiday.

“There’s more to him than his hate for Halloween, Sersi!”

“I know that, but you should remind Ikaris of that since he thinks its hilarious,”

Druig was on board with you throwing a Halloween Party, most of the people coming were your mutual friends and some friends from work, no big massive riot like it was at Kingo’s where you two met. He knew you were into making haunted snacks, you and a great playlist for the occasion that you would always update constantly, and your library filled with classic Halloween movies.

But he drew the line at costumes.

“Come on Druig,” you tried one last more time, knowing you were losing an uphill fight when it came to him. Druig simply gave you one of his infamous stares, both a bit cryptic and yet amused as he saw the two couple costumes you were holding up to show him.

“I’m not wearin’ a scratchy costume for the sake of the party,” Druig explained something you’ve heard before about his distaste for wearing a Halloween costume. Of course, you wanted him to say yes since it would be perfect to be dressed up together, yet at the same time you weren’t going to show how sad you were. You and Druig always made it work together, even with the smaller spats and arguments you two never went to bed mad with one another, there were happier times than negative.

Of course, you both had quirky moments that the other liked, you enjoying Druig’s obsession with reading nonfiction history novels, his tendency to always be snacking on something, and his thirst to sleep in or take languid naps. In return, he loved how you would go on long walks every day at the local park rain or shine, watching the tasty reality shows that he knew were not good for you.

He especially loved that you were obsessed with Halloween.

Knowing that you wouldn’t go anywhere with him putting on the couple costume, you merely shrugged and tossed the costumes on the couch, “You’re gonna miss out, we would have looked amazing by the way.”

Druig rolled his eyes as you walked by him and pecked his cheek. Of course, you were a bit sad about it, but it was merely an ant hill so to speak. So you weren’t going to dwell on it, heading into the bedroom to change into your gym clothes to go on a jog. You left Druig in the living room, seeing him look at the costumes that were sprawled on the couch. He always stood his ground when it came to what he wanted and desired, including being in a relationship with you.

But maybe that afternoon made him change his mind about a certain rule, to which he raised his eyebrow and smirked.

“Great place, I can tell you didn’t let Druig do any of the decorations,”

“Oh har har, Kingo. Great Ceasar costume by the way!”

King grinned as you were gesturing to his outfit, fitted with a golden leaf crown on the top of his head. He then pointed to your outfit, “Top Gun, right?”

“Phoenix, she was my favorite,” You hummed, gesturing to the jumpsuit you were wearing along with the helmet tucked under your arm. You briefly looked around at the apartment filled with your friends having the best time at your party. All of those worries about the party not going well was out of the window, seeing your friends dressed in their costume and bringing some of their favorite snacks and dishes to share. Sersi and her boyfriend Ikaris, your new friend Makkari and her friends Thena and Gilgamesh, Kingo with Sprite and Phastos, along with a cluster of some of the work friends that you grew close to with your new job. The room itself was at a glow with orange lights hanging on the wall, and Michael Jackson’s Thriller was playing in the background.

It was all perfect and going according to plan, but it was just missing one person.

Makkari tapped you on the shoulder, getting your attention as she signed, Where’s Druig?

“He had class and could be back anytime,” You explained and signed to her.

“Didn’t go for the couple costume this year?” Kingo asked as you smirked and Makkari giggled, “What a shame since Ikaris and Sersi are now shoe-ins for the best Couple Costume,”

“It was never his style anyways,” You explained to him with a shrug, “Who am I to tell him how to dress, he’s never swayed in going along with the norm anywho,”

Makkari looked past you towards the front door, her eyes widening and her smile getting bigger by the second. You are confused as to why she is grinning so big. You whirled around, hearing the front door close and a chorus of cheers from the other people at the party. The sight you finally saw made your heart melt, and you were smiling so wide that your cheeks were hurting.

Druig was there, dressed in a Maverick Pilot Jumpsuit, paired with aviators hanging off the collar.

“That a boy, Druig!” Gilgamesh cheered from his spot on the couch with Sprite and Thena, some of the others were clapping and grinning just as big from the sight. But Druig was not listening to any of them, nor was he acknowledging any of them clasping his shooed for joking that he took long enough to wear a costume. His icy blue eyes were on you, seeing how you were smiling and almost bouncing on your heels. It was a small gesture, anyone else could look that over and think nothing of it. But with you, it meant everything, since you knew he was stepping into uncharted territory.

This meant a lot to you, and as he walked over to you with his small smile on his lips, you tossed your helmet on the spare space of the couch to hug him tightly. Druig chuckled, hugging you back as the rest of the party resumed.

“Druig, you look…you look great!” You said in glee as you two pulled away from one another and you looked at his jumpsuit. You could tell it was a pinch big on him since he was more lanky than built, but apart from that he looked perfect as a Pilot. Maybe it suited him, even seeing him sport the aviators that hung on his chest along with the fake dog tags that shined in the orange Halloween lights that were twinkling on the ceiling.

“It’s not that uncomfortable actually, I could wear this around the place,” he hummed in amusement as he gestured to his attire before you pointed to you, “You look sexy as hell in your jumpsuit,”

All you could do was simply grin, knowing that this was more than just him showing up in a costume to match with you. This was him coming into your world a bit more and knowing that this would make you happy. This was him finding pleasure in bringing you happiness and joy with one of your favorite holidays.

This was showing Druig that he loved you.

“Thank you, Druig,” You thanked him.

“Anything to make you happy, sweetheart,” He said with his smile, “I might not tolerate Halloween all the time, but it’s a bit nicer now since it makes you smile,”

After a massive blush was on your cheek, you and Druig were crowned the best-dressed couple at the party, much to the enthusiasm of your friends

The End

Halloween Prompt Session

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centersy · 1 year

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Love, Jack

Benstos | Rated G | 2.7k

Written for the Benstos Valentine’s Day Bingo 2023 hosted by @benstos

Prompt: homemade gift and music

This is my first time writing again in over a year and it was very much a rush job. I wanted to get something out today though, and all my other wips are miles away from being done so here’s some family fun for V-day!

Snippet:

Kingo proved himself less and less useful everyday (according to Sersi) when he expressed countless grievances with his editing abilities. Eventually he admitted defeat and suggested they outsource an editor.

Sprite has been added to the chat.

Together, Jack, Kingo, Karun,Sersi and Sprite put together what Jack hoped would be the perfect gift – and it was now loaded up on his computer, which was linked to the TV; and as it played he watched for his dads’ reactions.

READ IT ON AO3

#benstosvdaybingo2023 #cen writes #literally wrote this in a day rip me for it sucking #no beta we die like Netflix shows starring lesbians #I wanted my own no beta tag so bad and this is the one that had just the right amount of annoying lmao #benstos #phastos x ben #phastos #ben stoss #jack stoss #fic rec #self rec #eternals #benstos bingo #homemade gift #music #kingo #sersi #sprite

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lady-of-the-spirit · 2 years

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What your favourite Eternals character says about you

Based only on my opinions.

Ikaris: you love Richard Madden, or you love characters who are fucked up and do bad things but for understandable reasons. Or both.

Ajak: Milf lover, team mom edition. You either think she's a mom friend or you think she's just as to blame for everything but you like morally ambiguous characters so it's okay.

Gilgamesh: you're obsessed with the "it's rotten work"/"not to me. not if it's you." quote. You want someone who loves you through all hardships and/or you relate to the role of being a caretaker for your loved ones.

Thena: the same as Gilgamesh and you love Angelina Jolie and badass women. You are also a softie (hidden or not) and might be touch starved.

Phastos: you have the biggest brain cells. That's right, you have more than one! You hate the mcu fandom but you're still here for some reason. You were usually the one in the group project who did most of the work and put in the most effort, even if everyone else was competent and did their own work. You have suffered burnout.

Makkari: You're also a collector of many, many things. You probably ship drukkari and/or wish she was seen more outside of her relationship with Druig. They wouldn't have been able to find Tiamut without her and you think she deserves more appreciation!

Kingo: You love purple. You want to watch his movies. You love characters who appear selfish and but also care deeply for the people they love. You love Tony Stark (and for the same reasons you love Kingo), but if you don't, you think Kingo is like him but done better. Your strongest trait is understanding other people's decisions even when you don't agree with them, and you value people who have beliefs they stand by but won't hurt people over.

Sprite: Comic relief characters who finally get to explore their dark side or personal issues are your favourite. You might have abandonment issues or struggle with your self-image. You feel like no one knows your real self. You love chaotic little bastards. You love those "shout out to [character type] Gotta be one of my favourite genders" memes.

Sersi: You love soft, good, kind characters more than anything. You have a hard time making decisions. You were the one in the group project who always did a good job and put the effort in but never wanted to be in charge or give the presentation but would step up if needed (alternatively, you were usually the one in charge and you always really appreciated these types of group members). You might be a little touch starved.

Druig: you're a basic bitch. I'm sorry but it's true. You're also a loki fan.

Bonus!

Ben and Jack Stoss: You're also a Phastos fan, and you want to see a lot more of him and his family in both the MCU and in the fandom. You hate the fandom for ignoring this perfect family and the first gay kiss in the MCU.

Karun: you have the biggest brain cell. Damn, you wish you'd gotten to see his eternals documentary.

#i mean this in good fun #marvel's eternals #eternals #ikaris #ajak #Gilgamesh #thena #makkari #kingo #Sprite #sersi #druig #gilgamesh eternals #phastos #karun patel #ben stoss #jack stoss #i'm saying stuff #i might have projected onto the sersi part bc she's my fave. same with kingo.

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softquietsteadylove · 9 months

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We definitely need more Thenamesh presidency AU!

Would you write more? Maybe Thena has to do an interview and the interviewer is a bit too friendly and asks her some subtile weird questions and basically undresses her with his eyes? Let Gil step in and protect his girlfriend in the most professional way? 😄

Thank you! Keep up your amazing work! ❤️

"Thank you for joining me, Madam President."

Thena smiled, nodding courteously but quiet thus far. Not only did she have to be careful of every single word she said these days, but she couldn't afford to get tired and run low on energy part way through the possibly lengthy interview.

"The rumours are true," her interviewer smiled, and that was always a dangerous start to a sentence. He tilted his head at her, "you are as beautiful as you are intimidating."

Gil looked up from Thena's schedule in his hand.

Thena tilted her head, though, "is that part of the question."

Eros laughed, "no, you're right it's off the record. Call it an attempt to get to know you?"

"I believe that is what the interview will be for."

Again, Eros took no offense to what would be a dry response to some and a defensive remark to most. He laughed, letting it roll off of him. He was renowned for his good nature, as well as being so young for the field of very serious televised journalism. He was popular with younger viewers for his looks.

They needed this interview to secure the young vote--the key to real, effective positive change.

"Yes ma'am, I am very honoured to have the opportunity, let it be said," Eros sat up a little straighter, almost like a professional interviewing the president. He had a dry kind of tone, his words somewhat running together.

"Your show is quite popular," Thena began her part of the battle (Sersi had advised her not to call it that). She had to meet him toe to toe so he didn't twist anything out of her, nor get the chance to misrepresent anything. "My people were happy to arrange the interview."

Kingo had told her that they had to do well with Eros if they wanted any relevance with young people beyond being known as the era of betrayal.

"Careful not to flatter me, ma'am," Eros continued to schmooze as if they were having drinks at a work conference as opposed to meeting in a secure location for journalistic purposes. He ran a hand through his hair. "I am prone to ego."

"A privilege few can afford."

"I believe you could be afforded anything," he tilted his head, his eyes drifting over her for just a second.

Thena shifted in her chair. Her hands were clasped together, because it was safer than having them loose enough to fidget and betray micro-expressions for her.

Gil cleared his throat off to the side, motioning for things to keep moving for the sake of time. He was frowning.

"So, Madam President," Eros began a proper question as if he hadn't been blatantly flirting with her - the most powerful woman in the country - seconds ago. "You have arrived to a rather precarious position."

Finally the interview began in earnest. Gil drifted around the edges of it, of course asked to keep his presence to a minimum, but permitted to stay in Thena's proximity, as was her security.

A few things were off limits--the direct mention of Ikaris' vacated position, the status of the staff investigations after his betrayal, suspects, that kind of thing. Although the ramifications of such things were technically fair game.

There were two cameras set up strategically on tripods. Eros' show would use edited footage of the interview, which would be subject to their review for security reasons. Gil mostly stayed behind Thena's shoulder, out of the frame, keeping his eyes on the popular show host.

"Now, I would like to ask," Eros looked up from his dossier of questions and points to bring up. He had done so a few times already and every time he did, the tone of the interview would...shift. "And this can be off the record, if you like."

Gil rolled his eyes.

"But it must be said that this is the first time an unmarried woman has come to power as you have." There it was. Gil shook his head faintly, although it seemed Eros was done taking his silent direction. "Does this affect the office you keep, in any way?"

"Why would it?" Thena asked flatly, not only not dignifying his question but also answering the real point of it. "No one in the cabinet minds if I am married or not, only if I can do the job of serving our country."

"So would you say you're on the market?"

Gil snapped Thena's schedule closed, as loudly as he could but not nearly as loudly as he would like. Eros looked up at him; he swiped his hand across his throat, telling him to cut it.

Eros barely acknowledged being told to back off but leaned back in his chair again. Of course doing so gave him another opportunity to run his eyes over Thena.

She was wearing a light grey pantsuit, but the way he was looking at her certainly seemed as if she were half dressed.

"Perhaps we should take five," Eros suggested in a much more - and perhaps falsely - amiable tone. He uncrossed his legs and stood with his dossier in hand. "I am happy to fetch you some water, ma'am."

Gil held out his hand for Thena to hold as she stood. "No outside food or drink--thank you."

The 'thank you' really was an afterthought.

"Of course," Eros nodded, giving his most charming smile. "I shall return in a moment, then."

Security both let him out and followed him as an escort. Such was the requirement of being alone in a room with Madam President herself.

Thena sighed, accepting the water bottle Gil himself was holding, "how long is this?"

"Probably another hour," he chuckled, speaking quietly as they hovered together. "You're doing great so far. You haven't even told him to go fuck himself."

Thena let out a quiet laugh against her hand, but it was certainly real. A few of the security team laughed too (those close enough to them to hear it).

Gil angled his shoulder for her, getting as close as they could afford when not totally alone. Although it didn't stop his eyes from being a little too soft when he looked at her. "Just a little more. I'm right here if you need me."

Thena's eyes weren't much better at keeping their monumental secret. "Thank you, as always."

Gil chuckled, taking the water bottle from her, "you know there's no need."

Her hand brushed against his on the way, "still."

A knock on the door signalled that their guest was back.

Thena sighed but let Gil hold her hand as she sat down again. He leaned down to her ear, "I'm gonna kill him if he asks you about being single again."

Thena laughed, although she couldn't reply. She gave his hand one more little squeeze, prepared to delve back into their work.

"Come in," Gil announced, although he stayed at the edge of Thena's chair. Eros nodded to him as he walked back into the room and to his own seat. Gil kept his eye on him, "limit personal questions going forward."

It was a very straightforward statement, and one that could be expected from her personal attache. No one would necessarily suspect it was her boyfriend telling this clown to stop hitting on her in front of him.

#Thenamesh President AU #I'm so glad people liked this!#a little forbidden relationship is always zesty #Gil has to watch this idiot try to flirt with the president #and much worse: his girlfriend Thena #Thena both is surprised and isn't #Eros is a little more forward than she would have expected but also he's asking in such a way and being just pushy enough #she can't really accuse him of misconduct because it happens too fast and too lightly #Gil says I can and tells him that he's going to act inappropriately they'll take Thena and walk out right now #Eros plays dumb #who's inappropriate???#but Gil gives him a look and he's like okay this guy will fight me in the parking lot #the rest of the interview goes well #Eros stands to shake her hand which she allows #Gil sees the hint of him turning her hand over to kiss the back of it #he springs into action and pulls her back to whisper in her ear #scheduling...or something #no one kisses any part of Thena but him!#or another political dignitary if it's polite in their cultural custom #BUT THAT'S IT

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melancholiania · 2 years

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Desolate [Part 4]

[Yandere!Ikaris/GN!Reader]

chapters: part one part two part three

Summary: Some truths come out.

[Warning for spoilers. Set after Eternals (2021), although quite a bit of canon is used loosely. Mentions of Mahd Wy’ry.]

Warnings: nightmares, blood, former Ikaris/Sersi, auditory hallucinations, etc.

A/N: slow chapter. sorry for the long wait.

Edited. Replaced picture.

Do NOT interact if you are a minor.

England, somewhere in the 1200s A.D

Ikaris felt the wet crunch of soaked early autumn leaves under his leather shoes, looking down at his glassy reflection in the water of the creek the Eternals had set up camp, nearby a small village, where Ajak pathetic murderer murderer you killed Ajak you are a monster had heard of a possible Deviant location. 13th century England was the last place any of the Eternals had expected to go, with a great many empires and civilisations popping up at every opportunity to protect and guide, but Ajak had insisted on quickly solving this Deviant issue here before moving anywhere else.

After a particularly nasty quarrel with Druig —over, frankly, nothing important in the long run— he had angrily flown out of the Domo to calm himself down. He ended up in the creek nearby, where he was right now, looking at his reflection.

Looking away from the clear water, Ikaris noticed Ajak meditating near the Domo, clearly communicating with Arishem, evident by the clear detachment from her surroundings SHE’S DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD. He saw Thena and Gilgamesh spar, her golden constructs clashing against his golden armour, and noticed Sprite clearly attempt to trick Kingo, their illusion of a wild hound clearly working as Kingo had no clue that she had stolen his pouch of coins.

Lastly, he eyed Sersi though she didn’t seem right nothing felt right about this wake up sitting peacefully on the other side of the same creek, rustling some leaves with her hand, transmuting the dead, dry leaves into gorgeous wild daisies with a flourish of her hand, golden energy flowing through the flora. His heart fluttered in his chest this is a dream wake up wake up this is a dream dream wake up up wake up as he continued staring, and he swiftly lifted himself from the ground, quietly flying towards her.

“Hello, Ikaris,” Sersi chuckled, feeling his presence next to her as he landed next to her and sat down, tucking his head onto her shoulder wake up she hates you you wake up. Ikaris felt at peace, simmering rage slowly subsiding as he watched deft hands pick at the petals of the daisies and release them into the chilly autumn wind.

“You’re not usually the affectionate type, Ikaris,” Sersi remarked as she set down the remaining blooms and stroked his cheek, which he melted into. “What’s bothering you?”

“Nothing, Sersi.”

She you’re dreaming Ikaris wake up and face reality sighed at Ikaris’ attempt to show a brave face, knowing about his squabble with Druig. News traveled fast among the Eternals (it wasn’t hard when there were only ten of them in a concentrated area.). Trying to avoid the topic, Ikaris nuzzled himself into your? Sersi’s shoulder, arms wrapping around her she’s not you waist.

“Sometimes, I wish I could stay by your side forever, Sersi,” Ikaris purred. Her she isn’t real face was unreadable as she tried to take in Ikaris’ words, mind searching for an answer. Ikaris hears a distant, faint hum.

“You should let me go. We aren’t together anymore...you broke it off with me, remember?”

Ikaris freezes, suddenly aware in the oddness of the conversation. He remembered this day. He remembered Sersi acknowledging his words, at least, that was supposed to happen, right up until Sersi’s YOU I want you you not her you who you her her not her response had slapped him in the face like cold water did to a human. The hum grows into a static buzz. Louder. Louder.

“Wait...what do you mean? N–no, this isn’t how it’s supposed to happen.” He spluttered as he let go of Sersi’s WHO ARE YOU waist and stood up abruptly, feeling the wrongness of this entire scenario. “I remember the day. You agreed with me. We’re supposed to be together here...what’s...wha—”

Everything feels too wrong, everything is too loud and Sersi doesn’t want to be with him YOU NOT HER I WANT YOU and what was that noise it’s too loud it reminds him of his guilt and shame reality is reaching him faster and faster the nOISE IS TOO LOUD STOP PLEA—

Ikaris’ eyes flutter open violently and he immediately pushes himself off something soft with an anguished yell, breathing heavy and pained, his face damp with sweat. He heaves loudly, the strange dream still freshly stored in his mind. Stormy blue eyes look around wildly, glancing manically at white walls, a soft tapestry and potted plants here and there, trying to gauge where he is and regain his bearings when he sees you.

You’re sitting on an armchair in the sunlight, clearly startled awake from his sudden outburst, the soft blanket around your shivering shoulders slipping off. He realised, eyes widening, that he was in your bedroom, sleeping on your plush bed, instead of the couch he had been sleeping on for the past two weeks that he had lived in your house. He was still in his clothes from before, dark and inky Deviant blood staining the otherwise pristine bedsheets and blanket.

He was about to reach out to you and speak when he groaned sharply to himself, suddenly feeling waves of pain shock his entire body as he crunched into himself to wait out the agonising sensations, eyeing his bloodstained hands through squinted eyes to ground himself.

You quickly flew from your armchair, anticipating the worst as a blood-curdling scream let out in frustration by Ikaris suddenly froze you in place, unsure and panicking.

Ikaris tried to ignore the way his legs twitched as if they were pierced with pins and needles, his chest aching like it was being stabbed by several of Thena’s golden constructs. His heart also felt like it sank deep, deeper to unreachable depths, realising he needed to offer you some kind of explanation for his harrowing, bloodied appearance and disturbing behaviour from before.

“Ikaris! Please tell me you’re alrig—”

“—how long had I passed out?” He choked out, ignoring your request, pain still flowing through him, gold threads of cosmic energy flickering violently under his pale skin.

“Nine...nineteen hours. It’s like, ten o’clock..in the morning,” you stutter worriedly, still stuck in your spot, eyeing the ticking clock right above your bed. Ikaris groaned once more as he leaned into himself further, trying to ride out the agony he was experiencing.

“R-right. Okay.”

As the pain slowly subsided and the gold threads stopped flashing after an agonising minute or two, Ikaris shivered, slowly returning his broken gaze back to your own skittish one, as you quickly shook yourself out of your frozen stupor and swiftly reached the bed, placing yourself right next to Ikaris as you opened your mouth to speak.

“Ikaris. We...we need to talk.”

He sighed sadly, heart aching and mind turning.

“I know.”

Ikaris had to lie.

Well, lying was probably too harsh of a word. Lying to you would feel like stabbing his metaphorical heart over and over again please it hurts to be deceitful to you like this, and you already knew something was up with him. It would be a fruitless endeavour to try otherwise.

So what he confessed was the truth...with a lot of omissions and some half-truths to hide his true involvement. He couldn’t tell you that he—

He couldn’t tell the whole truth. He had already hurt you once in the alleyway. He couldn’t bear to betray your trust in him.

“So...you're telling that you're an Eternal.”

That he was. He nodded, trying to think of an answer to that, as your curious eyes indicated that you clearly wanted to know more.

“We Eternals, we're synthetic beings, created to hunt Deviants, creatures that have roamed this earth and antagonised the human race. I...along with nine others, came to this Earth seven thousand years ago to eradicate them and protect humanity.”

You mulled over his words, clearly trying to process what he told you.

"Does that explain the black stuff on you and the bed? You killed a Deviant?" He nods, confirming your suspicions.

"Several, actually. They've been popping up a lot more frequently." BECAUSE OF YOU! YOU RELEASED THEM FROM THE ICE YOU—

“That also explains how you were able to survive falling from space, I guess,” you try to joke, earning a sombre huff from the bulky man in front of you, who nodded nervously. Your gears were turning, thinking of the statue you saw on TV and how Ikaris had freaked out over it. He seemed to also be connected to that.

“So...you were involved with the gigantic marble statue...thing in the Indian Ocean? What even is that?” You questioned, clearly confused as to how he could be involved with that.

Ikaris froze, trying to quickly spin something in his mind to tell you, pushing away the loud voices yelling at him to stop spilling everything to you, to hide away the events of that cursed day. He couldn’t tell you that he had wanted Tiamut to break through the Earth’s surface, destroying the entire world and you along with it.

(Now that he had met you, his thoughts bubbled with anger at how he could be so foolish to leave you to die along with the rest of humanity. Disembodied voices mock his quickly growing attachment to you.)

“That statue. Th-that’s a corpse of a Celestial.”

You were clearly even more dumbfounded, brows scrunching in complete confusion. Of course you didn’t know what a Celestial was, Ikaris internally screamed at himself. You were never supposed to know. And yet here Ikaris was, telling you about them.

“The Celestials created us. That one, in the ocean, was about to...emerge, but the other Eternals killed it by turning it into marble before it fully surfaced. They’re foolish for what they did...what we did was all for nothing...”

The last sentence was uttered bitterly, with so much poison soaked in those words he spat out that you had to push yourself back from him, clearing some distance between you and Ikaris on the soft bed.

“You talk like what they did was a bad thing!” You suddenly blurted out, shocking Ikaris out of his angered brooding.

“Listen, I might be a little biased as a human, but I think humanity deserves to not be blown up by a huge-ass Celestial growing out the earth's surface, without us being in the know.”

He hung his head, trying not to disagree, if only to placate you before you started arguing. You sighed, noticing Ikaris’ guilty expression. He clearly seemed to regret his resentful words. You reached a shaky hand to his face, stroking his scruffy cheek as a form of comfort. He leaned into it, eyes closed and brows furrowed in pain that seemed to run deeper than a physical injury ever could.

“I’m sorry,” he exclaimed, eyes opening slightly to eye you. “I shouldn’t have been so...callous about my words.” He grabbed your hand that rested on his cheek and lowered it, tightly caressing it as if it was his last tether that connected him to this plane of existence. “I should have considered your feelings about this.”

You eyed him sympathetically, trying to understand his point of view. If what he said was true and he had lived for seven thousand years, possibly more, which was much longer than you had ever existed, seeing humanity for all its good and bad would make him much colder towards you all, you tried to justify in your head. You slowly squirmed your hand out of his surprisingly tight grasp, leaving your hand sore and aching.

“Not just me. Everyone on this planet,” you said with a soft stare. “But...I get it. You’ve probably seen everything about us. All the good, all the bad...I understand if you’re absolutely jaded with us humans.” You massaged your hand to soothe the pain from his tight hold, while Ikaris sighed and nodded, looking rather solemn. You looked back up at him, speaking once more.

“If you’re comfortable later on, you can, you know, tell me about your life here on Earth, tell me about your other Eternal friends, all that. I’d love to talk with you about it. That’s...that’s if you’re ever up for it,” you mumbled quickly, surprising the Eternal, whose eyes lit up slightly, his icy blue gaze melting at your kind words.

“I wouldn’t mind. Thank...thank you for the offer.”

Quiet filled your bedroom as you both sat silently, just enjoying the comfortable silence between you two.

You then suddenly realised—with a mildly disgusted sniff—that there was a rather pungent smell coming from somewhere, and you began sniffing around. Looking back at Ikaris, who was still sitting on the stained bed, you realised he was still covered in blue-black blood from before, the bloodstains absolutely reeking of tar and death. You had to hold back from throwing up as you locked eyes with Ikaris once more.

“Ikaris.”

He hummed in acknowledgement.

“D-do you mind taking a bath? You stink, like real bad.”

An hour or so later, you were sitting on your rather uncomfortable couch, flipping through the same four television channels, absolutely bored out of your mind as you continued clicking on your remote controller. You would have loved to use your phone, but after the crash almost three weeks ago, your phone was still busted, and you never had enough time, with you constantly fixing up your parent’s house and dealing with Ikaris, to go get it fixed.

You made a mental note to find a phone repair shop in your hometown as you settled on a children’s cartoon channel. At least you wouldn’t be bored out of your mind with international stock market news on one channel and soap operas on the other two.

While watching the cartoon (A strange movie about the Avengers saving San Francisco from a weird-ass villain who was more of a floating head than an actual body. You wondered whether the Avengers actually authorised this shit to air for kids with how close it was to the actual Avengers’ exploits.), your thoughts wandered and brought you to think about what Ikaris was up to in the bathroom upstairs. Taking a bath shouldn’t take that long...right?

The squeeeaak of the single creaky step on the stairs answered your thoughts. Speak of the devil.

You craned your head from the television to see Ikaris shuffle down the stairs and enter the living room, still drying his damp hair with an old towel you had in the bathroom. He wore one of your old teenage t-shirts, seemingly too small on his bulky torso, wrapping around every bulge and fold of his muscles, along with a pair of your old oversized sweatpants, thankfully looking somewhat normal, if not a little awkward on his frame. He hopped on the couch alongside you, seemingly very close as both your thighs touched, surprising both of you. You both scooted away from each other, you laughing awkwardly while he stared blankly at what just happened.

“A little close there, huh,” you chuckled. He remained silent.

You turned your attention on the screen in front of you both, and a few minutes passed with silence between the both of you, made slightly uncomfortable by the fact that you two seemed to sit a little too close to each other, both pairs of hands awkwardly positioned to deliberately not touch each other.

As the climax of the movie began with the Avengers along with a young girl literally becoming a giant to fight a huge robot, you felt a heavy, oppressive energy breathe close to your neck, giving you the shivers as the hairs on your neck stood to attention. You turned your eyes for the screen to see Ikaris literally breathing down your neck as he grabbed your thigh with a possessive squeeze, the gold energy flashing under his skin as he moved a little closer to you, weirding you out further.

You quickly tapped his shoulder, trying to gently snap him out of his trance with an “Ikaris? You’re...you’re kinda right next to my face.”

That seemed to do the trick, as the gold stopped flashing under his pale skin and icy eyes seemed alive once more. Ikaris quickly scooted away, his hands quickly letting go of your thigh and grabbing his own thigh awkwardly, the whole thing wonderfully accompanied by the grunts and yells of the Avengers characters in the background. You sighed in frustration, grabbing his shoulders.

“Fuck. I’m sorry. I just...I don’t know what’s happening,” Ikaris cursed and looked at you with a worried stare, hands taut with frustration. Your brows furrowed, gently touching his shoulder to soothe his tense words.

“I thought it’d have stopped by now but...no...it can’t be Mahd Wy’ry...” Ikaris whispered to himself, confusing you once more.

“What is Mahd Wy’ry? Some kind of ailment?” You accidentally said out loud as you let go of his shoulders, making Ikaris’ eyes widen slightly as he looked at you once more, realising that he had to explain that too.

“It’s a thing...it’s something that affects the mind. You’re not aware of where you are in time, you remember countless lifetimes before you, you’re lost and you can’t seem to understand that those memories are just that...memories,” he mumbled, clearly worried that he had the same problem.

But it couldn’t be. He knew what Mahd Wy’ry looked like. Images of Thena’s whited-out eyes would haunt him, as he saw her seemingly lost to the memories that existed before she ever came to Earth, the countless lifetimes she had once experienced, ones that she should have never have had in the first place, for her mind couldn’t hold the weight of all those moments lived once and never again.

He knew what Mahd Wy’ry was supposed to be. Did he have it?

He could never be sure. He could never show his face to any of the other Eternals because of what he did, so he would never truly understand what was wrong with him.

All he did remember in those times where he was frozen in a trance was you. Your voice, your face, your scent, your everything.

You.

He longed for his memories of you to be branded into his mind for eternity.

The air was thick with tension between you two, a stark difference from earlier in the day.

“Are you sure this would be where the World Forge is?” Makkari signs aggressively, looking at the infinite colours of the universe from the Domo.

Thena shrugs. “This is our only hope to find them. We must try.”

A/N: Thank you for reading. Sporadic updates.

Reblogs appreciated.

#yandere marvel #yandere eternals #eternals x reader #ikaris x reader #yandere ikaris #yandere mcu #eternals x y/n #yandere x gn reader

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holylulusworld · 2 years

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Okay I could create a poll but I'm too lazy and it's better with direct answer here.

For the Marvel male edition: who's dom, who's sub? And who could be dom and sub?

For me sub are: Peter Parker, Bruce Banner, Shang-Chi, Steven Grant, Hank McCoy, Scott Summers, Vision, Reed Richard, Everett K. Ross, Leo Fitz, Phil Coulson, Ikaris, Alexei Shostakov, Wong, Louis, Scott Lang, Clint Barton.

Dum are: Tony Stark, Logan (James Howlett), Erik Lensherr, Loki, Nick Fury, Loki, Pietro Maximoff, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley, Heimdall, Frank Castle, Doctor Octopus, James Rhodes, Victor Doom, Norman Osborn, Wilson Fisk, Billy Russo, Luke Cage, Kingo, Xu Wenwu, Peter Quill.

Both are: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Wade Wilson, Matt Murdock, Stephen Strange, Charles Xavier, Alex Summer, Eddie Brook, T'Challa, Johnny Storm, Foggy Nelson, Lincoln Campbell, General Glenn Talbot, Druig, Phastos, Gilgamesh, Hank Pym.

Yep I put only my fav men. You add more in the list 😉 (yes I didn't add ones from "Runways", "Inhumans", "Jessica Jones", "Iron Fist" and more.)

I'll go for my favs...lemme see...

For me sub are: Wong, Scott Lang, Clint Barton, Wade Wilson, Pietro Maximoff, James Rhodes, Eddie Brook (come on, he's a sub to his symbiont too), and Johnny Storm.

Dom are: Tony Stark, Logan (James Howlett), Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Erik Lensherr (his young version), Loki Laufeyson, Frank Castle (dude screams dom), and Thor Odinson.

Both are: Heimdall, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Stephen Strange, Charles Xavier (his young version), T'Challa, Sam Wilson, and Shang-Chi.

#lulu answers #lovely mutuals

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hitchell-mope · 6 months

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Halloween costumes 2023. Supergirl edition.

This years theme for the CatCo Halloween party is the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

Karamel. Nomad Steve x Scarlet Witch. It turned out to be very difficult for Kara NOT to fly everywhere that night. Mon El’s hair was the perfect length for Nomad Steve. They’re keeping both costumes for a rather more intimate use.

Dansen. Doctor Banner x Civil War Black Widow. Admittedly it was lazy on Alex’s part. But she just didn’t feel like spray painting her entire body green. On the bright side. Kelly won twenty bucks off Morgan Edge for beating him at one armed pushups. They’re also keeping the Bruce Banner costume.

Brania. Dane Whitman x Sersi. Ironically. Brainy’s costume took more time to put together than Nia’s. He was oddly particular about what scarf looked ordinarily human enough. Nia had to promise not to make her costume her regular superhero outfit because it was so comfortable that she never wanted to take it off.

James x Lucy. Langdyne. Lucy even had a suit that allowed her to fly. Albeit temporarily. Kara was INCREDIBLY jealous. They won the impressions contest.

Winn x Samantha. Starmora. They won the dance competition. And Samantha realised she’s got a thing for men with facial hair. You learn something new everyday.

Cat. Melina Vostokoff. She lost a bet to Morgan Edge. She was uncomfortable the entire night and she’s never wearing boots again.

J’onn. Nick Fury. All he had to do was generate an eyepatch with his shapeshifting abilities. He won second place in the costume contest.

Eliza. Frigga Odinson. Yes, she wore it last year. But why mess with success?

William. Kingo. He won the costume contest. Mostly because Kingo is the favourite character of the costume contests judge.

Andre. Agatha Harkness. It was very accurate to the tv show. But the judge was very biased towards Eternals. So Andrea lost

Carter. Spider-Man. He even built a device that enabled him to walk on the walls and the ceiling. He was the judge for the costume contest. Eternals is his favourite MCU film. And Kingo’s his favourite character. So William won

Ruby. Kate Bishop. She had Samantha worried out of her mind for a week what with all the archery practice she insisted on doing to make the costume as accurate as possible. She ended up shooting Lena in the foot.

Morgan Edge. Doctor Selvig. Thankfully it was the 2011 version not the post tesseact version. Because nobody would’ve like that. Except perhaps Cat.

Lord’n’Luthor. Just like always. They just wore their regular clothes. And also just always. They got laughed and locked out of the building

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tobiasdrake · 11 months

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I reoccuring sentiment I saw back when Eternals came out was that it should've been a D+ Show instead of a movie, so it'd have more time to develop it's ideas

I think that would have helped with the pacing, but I'm honestly unsure if it would really fix everything. A lot of the problems boil down to the film just being written, directed, and edited badly.

Like. It's repetitive. There's no reason to frontload all this exposition about the Eternals and their mission if you're going to then have characters explain Eternals and their mission to Karun organically.

We find out that Ajak's dead, and we see Sprite mourn and be sad. And then we have to get pick up Kingo, and we tell him that Ajak's dead; Then we have to watch Kingo mourn and be sad. Then we go pick up Gilgamesh, and we tell him that Ajak's dead. Then we have to watch Gilgamesh mourn and be sad.

Doing the same scene over and over again with different characters while delivering redundant exposition is not an effective use of screentime. Making this a D+ show would give us more time for redundant exposition and repetitive scenes, but it wouldn't solve the base issue: That the film uses its time poorly.

#marvel #marvel cinematic universe #eternals

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royalydamned-archive · 2 years

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Last Wish

(Kingo x Reader)

Summary: Kingo left his family, refusing to fight both with them and against them. The moment he realized he was going to die, he made up his mind to make one last important confession.

|AN|: Found this in my drafts all the way from January. Edited it instead of sleeping, so it's probably not edited too well.

Also shoutout to billcwingcloaks for the movie reference.

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"Wait, where the hell are you going?"

"I still think Ikaris is right," Kingo said solemnly, darkness dancing in his softened gaze, facing something that pulled his heart and his mind in opposite directions, tearing him apart.

"So that's it, huh? Just gonna follow him?"

Follow Ikaris, help – allow – the destruction of this planet, of all the people they were supposed to protect. No, he couldn't. Kingo's own thoughts hurt, each and every one agreeing with the inevitable destruction painful, his own mind punching himself because as much as he knew stopping the birth of a Celestial was wrong, the thought of the whole humanity ending in nothing but mere hours burning him up from the inside.

"We can't win," he said in quiet defeat. They were no match, the end was inevitable, coming closer and closer, and each second seemingly approaching faster than the other. "There's no stopping this and we need to accept it."

'What do you want to do?' He smiled at Makkari, a little too sadly compared to the usual spark his eyes always shone with. 'We need you.'

Kingo nodded, yet the gesture carried the opposite meaning, his lips pressed together as peace spread through his body, knowing his fate is sealed and the future he might fear or look forward to would never come.

He has seen humans in similiar situations, when they knew how limited their time spent alive was, something in them seemed to snap, the desire to break free and not think of the consequences of their actions. As an Eternal, he had never been forced to hurry his life as it was never-ending, but now mortality has caught up to him. One thing he would never expect. The few little things he craved to try on his mind, whatever happening next insignificant.

Something inside him ached thinking of the loss, of the world crumbling apart, the terrified cries of all living slowly dying down in shortest moments patching a way for new generations – new lives. It was a sacrifice that was necessary, a sacrifice that was good, yet he despised it.

He loved Earth.

He love humans.

He loved...

He loved and he needed say it out loud, almost as if it would make the truth more real. The last thing, his death wish, consequences didn't exist, reality was ending, every sense in his mind keeping him from this now wielding no weight.

"I won't join Ikaris," Kingo said finally. "But I won't join you either. We would be fighting a pointless battle."

"We must try–"

"I love this planet," he cut through Sersi's interruption, holding out a finger towards her, to give his words more meaning or just warn her to let him speak, either way the room fell as silent as a grave, all gazes sharp and stabbing him through. "I love the people in it as much as any of you do, and I wish–I wish this wasn't happening..."

"It is," Phastos reminded him carefully. They all knew the meaning his words held, they understood him even without anything being spoken out loud, at least a bit they did.

"It is," Kingo agreed. "And I don't want to waste my last moment doing something pointless."

"So you think saving the world is pointless?"

"If you can't win then yes." With this, he pushed past the others, not looking back as he exited the Domo, barely waiting for Karun to say his goodbyes.

"Are we going home sir?" Kingo noticed traces of tears in his friend's eyes and all humor and good things to say had left him. He nodded, subconsciously grabbing the phone in his pocket, as if to make sure its still there, waiting for him to take action.

"Ah, there's something important on your mind."

"You have service here Karun?" he dodged the topic, nonchalantly trying to steer away from the serious conversation.

"Yes sir."

"Can I borrow it? Mine's not catching anything."

"Of course, of course." The man started fishing around his pockets, the tip of his tongue trapped in between his teeth, and wobbled slightly from side to side, struggling a bit to find his phone.

"You can go ahead, wait for me on the plane, I just need to make a quick call." Karun smiled at Kingo, a small knowing spark flashed across his gaze before he turned his back to him and walked away. He knew, of course he did, there was nothing that man didn't know when it came to Kingo.

He let out a long sigh, quickly dialing a familiar number by memory, his fingers typing almost on their own, it was a habit, something automatic he didn't need to control anymore. There was no way to go back, there would be no time to do this again. People often said to die regretting the things you did, not the ones you couldn't do, and Kingo had all the time of a mankind itself to thinking about the experiences, the memories, take the amazing things with him to his death: his success, his fame, the thousands of years of his life. He had plenty to regret, far worse than a few simple words, far more embarassing than the feelings he held against his will or a better judgment carried in his apparently robotic heart.

The phone rang, once, twice, seconds passing a sudden change of his mind flashed through him, almost like he jerked awake from a dream, a daze of too many things happening at once clouding his judgment. What was he doing? This wasn't him, he wasn't serious, he wasn't so upfront. He couldn't– he–

"Hello? Karun?" Your voice on the other side of the line answered and Kingo's hand shot up to his ear the second he heard you.

"Oh? Oh! Hi, this is... uhm... not Karun." He pinched the brindge of his nose with his fingers, cursing at himself in his head. Really smooth buddy.

"Kingo?"

"Yeah."

"What do you need? Did something happen?"

"No," Kingo lied and licked his lips nervously, his gaze wandering towards the Domo small in the distance, still floating above the ground. Everything was going to die. "Everything is fine, just felt like chatting, you know me."

Coward. Someone from the depths of his thoughts shouted.

You deserved to know in person. You deserved to be told better than over the phone. Or so he tried to convince himself, excuse the way he suddenly backed away.

"I do, you're very chatty."

"Incredibly, people love it, who else makes conversations as interesting as me?"

"No one, I admit that." He heard your laugh, a proud smile creeping up his lips as he listened to the delightful sound.

"Are you home?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Just wanted to drop by, make sure you're still as much of a delight to look at as always, bless you with my presence." You were a great journey away, sitting at home clueless about the future, just going on about your day like it was no different to countless other before or those that would happen later on. Nobody knew. Nothing he said would linger on this earth, it didn't matter. His immortality wouldn't hurt you, he wouldn't risk grieving your death dacades later still trapped in the same ageless body as you would slowly fade away. It was all about to end at once.

"Alright, I'll be waiting."

"Great." The line beeped and for a few seconds he found himself just staring at the phone fondly, just your number glowing on the screen. No picture, no name. He had taught Karun to save his contacts one too many times by know, still, he stuck to his old ways. He envied him the luxury of not adapting if he didn't want to, missing a certain parts of the past more than the others, sometimes wishing to go back in time where everything was simpler and his family was still together.

When walked into the jet, Karun was seated comfortably, gleefuly watching the recording he acquired throughout their little family adventure.

"How did it go sir?" the man asked, a cheerful smile on his face still even after learning his fate.

"Aren't you a bit too nosy?"

"Just a little curious sir," Karun shook his head. "I like romance very much, it's beautiful, I watch 'Dilwale Dulhania Leh Jayenge' at least twice a month."

Kingo chuckled to himself. This was nothing like 'Dilwale Dulhania Leh Jayenge'. It was a cold reality, the pressure of death the only thing forcing him into action. No space for the fire of passion, or the stories of happily ever after people humans told each other on quiet evenings.

"This is not a romance movie, dear friend," he said, sadness hiding behind the thoughtful expression. How much he wished it was. So many evenings he had spent reading his scripts over and over, playing men with happy endings, who fell in love without fear, spent the rest of their lives knowing for sure that one day it would just...end. Sometimes he envied them, wishing for his existence to be so simple, now even craving to be more than someone's luxury appliance for destruction.

"There are those with sad endings."

"Nobody likes those."

"My wife loved them." Kingo raised an eyebrow at the man, a small amused grin spreading across his face.

"That's a bit worrying."

"What I wanted to say, sir, not every movie ends well. Like Romeo and Juliet–"

"–not a movie–" he piped in, but Karun ignored him.

"–they both died, just like you will," his valet beamed, however, the smile dropped into a serious expression once he saw the way he was looking at him. "Which is very sad, of course."

An awkward silence filled the space between them, heavy with the worries in Kingo's heart. Karun wanted to help, he always wanted to help, only nothing could make this better.

It made him wonder why he wasn't scared, or didn't seem to at all, given the fast approaching demise.

The rest of the journey they spent in silence, Kingo looking out of the window, too many things running across his mind. Words he planned on saying and words he was too scared to; the whole time gathering the courage to truly look you into the eyes and say whatever he held back, hid inside him, for so long. He winced in emberassment whenever he caught himself thinking in such soppy way and if it were any other time, he would make fun of himself on his own.

When they landed, his mind shouted in protest as he moved, trying to talk sense, but his legs like with a brain on their own. His whole existence conflicted, more than once thinking back about the others, how he chose something selfish instead of staying with them. Instead of trying. But he couldn't die without you knowing, no matter the conflicted feelings.

Before he knew it, he was at your door, knocking nervously, shifting his weight from his heels to the toes and back while he waited for you to answer, box of chocolate in his hands. It was dumb, but it was the best idea he could come up with in the given moment.

"Took you long enough." Were your first word when you spotted him standing at your doorway, eyes fixated on the ceiling making it almost seem like he was praying. "Where did you call me from, Cuba?"

"Something like that." Kingo muttered, just staring at you, unable to find the right word to start. Till now he hadn't really knew the weight of what he planned to do, he didn't think about what he would say, words always coming naturally to him, he regretted it.

Silently, Kingo handed you the box, his gaze bearing into you, uninterrupted even with such a thing as blinking. His mouth opened, lips waiting to form a sound that never came.

"What, is it my birthday?" you smirked, taking the chocolates from him. Normally, he would return the witty remark, he really would, but that was not the time. Not the place.

Not the world.

"Nothing? You're starting to scare me."

"Can I come in?"

"Kingo, what's wrong?" you urged, ignoring his question just like he ignored yours. You were both living two different situations.

He felt like prisoner awaiting his death sentence, feeling the tight knot in his chest, the cold breath just at the nape of his neck. It was almost like time was no longer a concept, but a real force actively pushing against him, fighting and winning.

"Have you ever thought about what would be your last wish?" he said quietly, examining your eyes like they were the only thing he wanted to remember. They carried the galaxy Kingo cared the most about – your soul – and he found them the most beautiful he had ever seen. Even not remembering his past lives, he was certain none other could stand a chance against you.

You frowned, taken back. You weren't really prepared for something like that. Not from him. It was always just a friendly banter, poking fun and even the most serious moment turned into one filled with laughter. Kingo was the sunshine you always turned to, like a flower desperate for its light. That solemn man was not your sun.

"Theoretically," he quickly added when he saw your expression, almost hearing the doubt in your mind. Of course you knew something was wrong.

"Just...come inside." You gave up quite quickly, sensing it was not the time for games. Something was wrong and it was too visible on a cheerful face like his.

Stepping back, you opened the door enough for him to slide by, your bodies and clothes briefly touching as he passed. Neither of you tried to think about it just like all those times before where you both were just a little too close.

Soft click sounded from behind him as you closed the door, but Kingo couldn't bring himself to turn around and face you. It was easier, with his back turned to you, hiding the face his face twisted, how his gaze fell to your lips when he was too weak to resist.

"Kingo?" you asked into the heavy silence and only a quiet humm was your answer. "Talk to me?"

"Believe it or not, I don't know how."

A sad smile creeped to you lips as you watched his back and you remembered his question. "What would be your last wish?" You couldn't see his face, but his body twitched like he was about to turn around and stopped himself the very last second.

Maybe for the first time in his life, Kingo was truly scared. This was the only chance he could get, to open his stupidly synthetic heart to you, that beat all the same as a human one, and not fear what would happen if you rejected him. Not fear what would happen if you didn't.

Yet, at the same time, the thought of dying with the knowledge of your rejection, of him destroying all that you had and what he held dear, was still there.

"You know you can tell me anything," you whispered, trying to encourage him as you heard the tension and uneasiness hanging in the air above you.

He chuckled, dryly and ironically, as if all his good humor had left him, and turned to face you. Once again memorizing the shadows over your face, creases of your skin. He could remind himself of your humanity; of that one thing he thought he knew so much about and pitied the Earth for having to carry as a burden. As he watched you however, sculpting your image forever into his memories, hoping that in his next life he wouldn't forget you if he tried just hard enough, he wished to share the vulnerability of a human body.

Life seemed to be worth more if you knew it could end anytime.

"I wanted to keep this a secret, but I think you deserve to know." If you wanted to live the last moments elsewhere, with people you cared about, or had a wish just like his, you deserved to have the freedom to do it. To die the way you wouldn't regret. You are the one who only had this one short-short life.

"Yes?"

"The world is ending." You raised your eyebrows, an amused smile slowly spreading through your face, but disappearing when you saw no hint of humor in his features. Usually he would smirk, laugh at you for falling for something so obvious and maybe reveal the chocolate box was full of baby carrots, or something similiar. Not this time. "Wait, you're serious?"

"A really big alien is going to tear the Earth apart." The way he said it, like it was something ordinary, something he had made peace with, and just accepted the the destruction awaiting everyone. It must have meant he was messing with you. Why else would he be so calm?

"How do you even know this?"

"My family–" he stopped himself, trying to think if the best way to phrase it, "we...might have something to do with it."

"Kingo–!"

"That's unimportant right now!" He cut you off.

"Unimportant?!"

"Unimportant," he agreed. "So why don't you go and do that last wish thing we talked about?" Kingo hugged you around the shoulders, flashing you the usual charming smile, but it was stiff and as forced as his movements seemed to be.

"No." You freed yourself from his grasp. "You can't just say this to a person and not expect questions."

"Okay," he answered quietly and ran a hand through his hair. "Ask."

"What is happening? And start from the beginning."

From the beginning he did start. A bit more literally than you wanted him to. It felt like a knowledge you weren't supposed to have, but he kept going, every information crazier than the last and it all felt either like the craziest dream or the worst possible lie. So you just stayed silent and listened. About his family, about history and about he beginning of mankind. About Kingo's eternal life and a plan of the birth of new worlds; and the destiny of yours. He told you about the possibilities of rebirth and innovation, the sacrifice this world had to make.

"So you think the billions of innocent people aren't worth saving?" You asked him when he finished. His expression turned blue, he didn't shine as bright as you knew him, the weight of this knowledge heavy on his shoulders. He wasn't evil, you knew it, but you refused to believe he would let so many people die.

"It's more complicated than that." Kingo understood your anger, just like he understood the anger of his family. The desperation and naive hope that maybe with enough effort, destiny could change. His faith was strong, or so he assumed his whole life on Earth, but when he looked at the pain twisting your face, the fear hiding behind the tears in your eyes, his faith wavered.

"Why are you really here, Kingo?" you whispered and held his dark warm gaze. His lips parted as he drew in a sharp breath, but stopped himself from answering the very first thing that fell on his tongue. "No," you stopped him from another lie. Another attempt to dodge and escape from what he truly wanted to say. "The truth."

You knew him, you knew him too well. None of his true intentions could be hidden, not in such an open moment, not when he wanted to say everything he had been hiding for God knows how long. "This is my last wish," he admitted, the weight in his chest lighter, allowing him to feel the wild beating of his heart.

"Letting me know I will die?"

Kingo shook his head and stepped closer to you, his hand came resting on your cheek, caressing the skin with his thumb. He didn't look at you first, pondering over the possibilities, discussing with himself whether it was worth it. Hurting you both this way. But like he heard some say: love was pain. It didn't matter, you wouldn't have to bear it too long. "Letting you know, that I love you."

He heard the way your breath hitched in your throat and could feel the regret. Guilt over what he had now forced you to face. You didn't deserve it. You didn't deserve his selfishness, you didn't deserve to die.

Nobody did.

An apology was already forming in his mind, wishing he could take it back and let you live in a world in which death didn't await you, where your death wasn't his fault.

However, as he was about to speak, try to save as much as he could, fix as much damage he had done on you, your hands cupped his face, pulling him close and silencing all his words with your lips. Just briefly, for a few seconds, just like you were unsure, either with yourself or the meaning of his words. Whether they were serious or the most though-out joke.

When you pulled away, worry written in the crease between your brows and he wanted to be selfish just for a few more seconds. Feel the kiss, your warmth and your touch before his very last bad decision. Maybe last decision ever.

His hand sneaked around your middle, crashing your body against his in an embrace, allowing you to be as close as he wanted, and sealed your lips back together. It was needier than before, he couldn't let go, all he needed to breath and feel was you.

Your hands came into his hair, subconsciously backing away as he pushed you against the wall, not once breaking the contact between the two of you, until your back hit the hard surface behind.

Kingo didn't seem satisfied and his lips left your mouth, smirking as he saw you whine in protest, and started kissing the outline of your jaw, pulling you even closer when you moaned and dug your fingertips into his shoulders, urging him on.

He moved down your neck, butterfly kisses turning into more passionate, sucking the skin and kissing it right after, breathing in the scent lingering everywhere in you body.

"Kingo," you cried out, hugging him tighter to yourself, read to plead for him to continue, to never stop, when his lips left your neck.

"You're right," he whispered to you, your faces so close you were breathing as one, and your lids almost fluttered closed every when your noses accidentally bumped into each other. "They are worth saving."

You looked up to meet his eyes, gentle, with the saddest smile that could ever adorn his handsome features, and smiled when he cupped your cheek with his hand once again. "You are worth saving."

With those words, he placed last gentle kiss on your lips, as a goodbye and a promise of seeing each other again. A promise that he will come back. To you.

"Please don't die."

Kingo smirked, some playful mischief back in the way he looked at you. Finally something you recognized, something that was the same as the old times. "I wouldn't dare. That was not even foreplay."

With a wink, he was gone. Off to save the world, back to his family, leaving you wanting and hoping to see him again. To have more than just a few desperate stolen moments to share. A lifetime together.

He could never have you for eternity. People age and die, fade from the memories of living, but stay in the hearts of those who loved them. Your memory will never fade. Kingo will carry it forever in his eternal heart.

#kingo x reader #eternals x reader #kingo x you #eternals x you

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foreverandeternallyyours · 2 years

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MIDNIGHT CITY (DruigxReader, The Eternals)

sitting in front of my laptop on google docs at 1130 pm turned into this little drabble coming to life! definitely going to have a part 2, i’d rather post smaller parts over a period of time than a giant lengthy fic at once. my first ever writing based on the eternals and i hope you all love it.

may or may not have written it up and not edited it. the world will never know

no warnings, just mention of slight fluff.

word count: 903

eventual druig x reader, gender neutral so everyone can enjoy.

part two

You’d gone centuries without so much as a word of contact, and yet you found yourself laying in bed in your small apartment in the big city, your mind clouded with wonderings.

‘Where is he? What has he been up to all this time? Does he ever think of me like i’ve thought of him?’

The last time you’d seen him was in the ancient city of tenochtitlan, where he’d finally broken on his true feelings towards humans and their sufferings. His heart was in the right place, but his mind refused to accept why it was necessary. You remembered catching up to him, hugging him, the silence had been deafening in that moment. And then, it ended, and the group had disbanded.

It was painful being an Eternal. You were doomed to living centuries and outliving every mortal you came into contact with. You still held memories of those you’d encountered throughout the vast span of your life that were now long gone. The memories you held closest, however, were to your fellow Eternals- the family you had lost touch with. Despite the miles and continents you’d covered in your travels, never once did you catch so much of a glimpse of the ones you missed.

Especially him. Druig.

The bond you shared was deeper than the ones you held with the rest. At least you thought so, it was clear he didn’t hold the same regard. You never stopped looking. It seemed as though he never started.

The lights of the city cast a soft light through your window, pulling you from your somber thoughts. You saw the rise of civilization, of technology and of cities and towns. Your favorite place to be was in the big city, so full of life and so populated. You couldn’t stay long in any one place (people would eventually realize that as they grew older and went through the stages of aging, you stayed exactly the same) and your time here was wrapping up.

Your bed was pushed up against the window for the best view overlooking the bustling city. Skyscrapers twinkled in the distance with interior lights, neon signs of various establishments were hardly visible below, and the hum of sound closer to the ground floors of your building was like music to your ears. You were a city person through and through, and that was your next destination- same gist, just different place.

The books and notebooks scattered around your bed were pushed off to the side as you stretched out in bed. Better to get some sleep versus none, or at least try. You wished you had photos to remember everyone with, but they only existed in your mind. Closing your eyes, you eventually lulled yourself into a sleep.

xxx

“Should we wake them up? Youve seen how they are if you wake them up.”

Your eyes snapped open upon hearing someone speak, a man, rather close by as well. You’d fallen asleep and couldn’t have been down longer than a few hours when you stirred naturally, and before you could even fall asleep, you heard someone. And just like that, you were wide awake.

“We can’t wait around for them to get up, we have to find everyone else too, you know.”

Shooting up and looking around, your eyes adjusted in the darkness and your jaw nearly fell off from dropping so hard. There in the darkness were the ones you’d never stopped thinking about, a few of them at least.

Ikaris. Kingo. Sersi. Sprite. And a man with a camera in his hands, whoever he was. Nevermind to that.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty!” Kingo exclaimed. You could always count on him to lighten the mood; feeling as though the world was moving in slow motion, you clambered up from the bed and rushed to him, enveloping him in a hug as you felt your breathing quicken. He stood tense for a moment, caught off guard by the motion, but quickly wrapped his arms around you.

Pulling away, your vision blurred with tears as you looked up at him and then to everyone else. “I couldn’t find any of you,” you choked out, hurrying to hug the others as well. “I tried so hard, i swear to it..”

Sersi gave you a warm smile, next to Druig she was your second favorite.

Druig, who was absent, as well as Ajak, Phastos, Gilgamesh, Makkari and Thena.

The confusion on your face must have been apparent, as Sersi put her hand on your shoulder to tell you of Ajak’s death. You had crumpled to the floor and cried; had you known the last time you saw her would have been the last time, you’d have been more appreciative.

After that, everything seemed to meld together as you left your misshapen life behind to regroup. It seemed as though everything was falling into place as you reunited with everyone, though you felt shaken at the thought of seeing him again. You soaked up the time before you all made your way to the Amazon and to the small community of villagers. ‘Of course,’ you thought to yourself, ‘he’d have his own humans to protect.’

You were admiring the impressive scenery before you when the doors to the main compound opened. There he stood, the same as you remembered him in your memories. “I missed all of you. Please, make yourselves at home.”

#the eternals #druig fic #phastos #sersi #sprite #gilgamesh #thena eternals #kingo eternals #ikaris #eternals #eternals fic #druig x eternal!reader #druig x reader #the eternals marvel

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redheadspark · 1 year

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Hawuu could I request Druig with 10. “Oh, there’s no place like home for the holidays.” and 8. An unexpected guest arrives for dinner.

A/N: HAWUU! Thanks for the request, my dear! I'm so happy to write this one for you :)

Delivery

Summary: The last thing you expected was to have Thanksgiving Dinner being brought to your door.

Warnings: Just some fluff :)

"And done...finally,"

You slammed the laptop shut, rubbing your eyes and leaning back in your chair with relief on your face and in your stiff neck. The last of your paper was finally done, edited and ready to send to your professor first thing in the morning. It was a nightmare doing this paper, which was a massive chunk of your final grade since there was no final exam to take for the class. This paper was do or die, and you felt liked you nailed it.

Maybe you did, but now you could breathe.

This time of year brought the nasty weather though the state, massive snowstorms and the temperature dropping to almost below freezing. It made traveling a nightmare, you needing to stay in your apartment this year for thanksgiving since the recent storm that blew through stops a lot of foot and car traveling. You never minded it, thanksgiving with your family was always stiff and too formal in your opinion. But still, being with your family was kind of nice.

Not this year, you were stuck.

Your friends were mostly in the same boat too: being stuck at the college for Thanksgiving Break. Usually they would all either go home or to another friend home if they were too far away from home for a home cooked mail. Last year you all went over to Sersi and Dane's little apartment for Friendsgiving, it was a great get together and everyone was in good spirits. Yet this year, everyone was hunkered down and no able to go to anyone's homes since the weather was that bad.

The one sliver lining was Druig, your boyfriend who was more prone to being a Scrooge during the holidays. It wasn't that he hated the holidays, he was just more reserved about it. Yet he went along for your sake since you loved the holidays, the decorating and baking, the music and mood lighting. You seemed like a sucker for all of it, but you never cared. Druig didn't either, seeing how happy you were when placing up the lights or getting the tree decorated.

It was the night before Thanksgiving when you were alone in your apartment, your roommate was already gone the week prior since she was down with her exams and she beat the storm to head home. The nice quiet atmosphere in your little apartment was soothing, yet it seemed out of place since you couldn't go anywhere at all. Looking at the clock, it was mourn 9:00 pm, the snow was falling thick but not as crazy like the day before when snow plows were going up and down the street every other hour.

But what you didn't expect, was a knock at your door.

Confused, you got up from the chair and felt your back crack a little bit. Ruffling your hair to push it back behind your ears, you made it to the front door. No one should be there since your roommate was gone, and no one would ever dare to drive out on the roads when the snow wasn't going to stop falling until tomorrow afternoon. So when you opened the door, you were shocked to say the very least.

Druig, arms filled with food with a big grin on his face and Makkari, Gilgamesh, Thena and Kingo behind him with their own hands filled with food.

" 'Ello luv," He said to you, pecking your cheek as you were watching him with wide eyes, "You finished that paper yet?"

"I...erm....yes?" You asked in a question.

"Great! We brought Thanksgiving to you," Druig informed you, having you move to the side as the other piled into your apartment. They were covered in snow and buried in their snowcoats and books, sighing in relief as the warmth engulfed them. You were still shocked to say anything as they all moved to your little kitchen, placing the trays of food on the countertop. Kingo glided to the wall heater, groaning in relief as he placed his shaky hands near the heater to get warm as Thena and Gilgamesh were arranging the trays on the counter.

"It's freezing out there," Kingo said as he manuvered his hands back and forth to get the warmth on his skin, "Your boyfriend had the great idea to ride in his rusty truck to get here!"

"My truck has the all wheel drive and the snowchains on already," Druig reasoned with Kingo s he shrugged off his jacket to hang up and ruffle his dark hair, "Your little car would have slid everywhere and killed us all,"

"Hey! Don't hate on the Fiat!" Kingo huffed at Druig as Thena chuckled from the kitchen.

"No, Druig's right: your car's too small," Gilgamesh said in a snort as he got the oven warmed up. You were still silent, seeing them all in your home and getting things ready or a feast that you never thought you would get this year. But they were there, willing to come through a snow storm and spend some time with you, and it was all thanks to your boyfriend whom was walking over to stand in front of you and you gave you a wide eyed stare.

"Druig...you didn't have to come through the storm to come here and bring food and--" You were about to explain to him, but Druig only took your hands in his and gave you once of those sincere gazes that would take your breath away and melt any negative sensations you were experiencing.

"I recall you telling me that you were stressed out this semester, and you weren't going to go anywhere for the holidays since you were swamped with exams and papers," Druig explained to you, you nodding your head slowly as he rubbed your hands with his, "And I know you to love the holidays, which is why I brought them to you. Seeing you happy with all the lights, food, and cheesy music always makes me tolerate the holiday a bit more. "

"But for you all to come out here for me?" You asked, not in agitation but in wonder. Thena walked over from the kitchen, placing a hand on your shoulder and giving you now of her delicate grins.

"The holidays would not have been the same without you," She explained, you grinning at her, "You make the holidays worthwhile, we all are in agree about that at least. Although this was your boyfriend's idea, we are happy to be here and celebrate with you,"

"Yeah, better to be together," Kingo said in agreement and he walked over to give you a side hug before giving you a light kiss on the forehead to make you giggle, "And some of the food we brought over is delicious! I'm already salivating with what Thena made with her scallop potatoes,"

"Don't eat yet until they're warmed up!" Gilgamesh scolded him as Kingo was making his way to the kitchen, Thena rolling her eyes as she moved to get the plates ready. Druig pulled you into a hug, having you hold him close and rest your head against his shoulder since he could tell you were getting overwhelmed. You were, seeing your friends trek through the snow to come to you and eat thanksgiving food with you was more than you could ever imagine happening that night. And to know that it was all Druig's idea made it all the more memorable.

"I wanted to do this because I knew it makes you the happiest. So I wanted to be able to make sure you were happy and enjoy the holiday, snowstorm and all, because when you're happy, I'm happy," Druig explained to you as he kissed your cheeks delicately and then kissed you softly against your lips. Your heart swelled from the thought and the gesture, Druig knowing how much you loved this season and was willing to make it worthwhile for you. He was far more generous and kind as your boyfriend than other would ever understand.

So you all sat together on your couch and around the coffee table, plates filled with delicious food and chatting together about exams and the upcoming holiday parties that you were going to. The lightness in the room of your friends being there, laughing at Kingo's stories or even piping in one of the Gilgamesh's recipe theories, but a smile never left your face. Even when Druig wrapped you in his arms after the plates were cleared and you were all piled on the couch, watching A Christmas Story together, you were happy.

The song, There Is No Place Like Home For The Holidays was playing in the background, and you wholeheartedly agreed. This was your home, your home with your found family and the love of your life.

The End.

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#druig x reader #druig x female reader #druig x you #druig fluff #druig x oc #druig eternals #marvel cinematic universe #marvels eternals #marvel cinematic fanfiction #mcu writing #mcu fanfiction #mcu phase 4

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powerfulredheads · 2 years

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i am writing my first ever fic and it's Eris Vanserra×Female OC.

here's a breakdown of well how this fic came about. so like any other readers, you tend to switch up of how the stories goes because like you can. it's reading, it's your own imagination. you add different universe plot to another universe plot. Therefore, it started when i was thinking about tamlin finally getting his shit together when 3 mysterious girls fell into his life. like literally fell and landed in the spring court and tamlin happened to witness it.

NOW HERE COMES THE PLOT FROM ANOTHER FICTIONAL UNIVERSE. i was thinking like MCU black widows escaping the red room. so these 3 girls are faeries who were somehow kidnapped by (tbh i was thinking humans but uk being kidnapped by a kingdom in the continent sounds more uhm realistic? whatever i was in social studies and it just came about) some crazy dude who wanted well assassins they can control and stuff.

these 3 girls are:

Ivy

- she's a (NOW HERE COMES THE MADE UP IMAGINATION PART) shifter. (giving very much lysandra from TOG)

- she's from the spring court

- hazel brown hair, green(left) blue(right) eyes

- her powers are animal shape shifting

Zaria

- she's from the summer court

- periwinkle blue box braids hair, amber eyes and her left leg is metal (giving very much bucky barnes but legs edition)

- Her powers are (HERE COMES THE TAKING ANOTHER UNIVERSE PLOT FROM ANOTHER FICTIONAL BOOK) heartrender and healer.

Althea

- her mother's from the dawn court and her father's from the night court

- black hair, dark brown eyes and she got scars at her back.

- now i wanted to make her interesting and because I can AHAHAHAHA i gave her the powers of some of the MCU eternals namely sersi, thena, ajak, druig, kingo (BYE- I WANTED SOMEONE TO RIVAL FEYRE AND RHYSAND)

- also because like eternals powers are like what cosmic energy? and i saw a tumblr post that said eris was a dreamer but there were no stars in his world. SO LIKE SHE CAN BE HIS STAR OR WHATEVAAAA.

: and because i can they all 3 can winnow LMAOOOO

so these 3 girls were running away after burning down the red room. althea and zaria were heavily injured so that left Ivy to winnow them and the first place she thought of was the spring court. okay also they jumped out of the building so that's why when ivy winnowed they fell from the sky.

after reading all this, i must say my imagination runs wild and i should really start focusing in school and thinking about career stuff LOL.

anyways Ivy wanted to rebuild the spring court because she's bloody loyal and believes for the greater good and like #imaproudfaeofspringcourt kinda person AHAHAHAHAH.

now obv tamlin would do some interrogation on them and stuff and their all suspicious with one another. also zaria and althea have nowhere to go since their family and homes were killed when they were taken.

so these 3 girls and tamlin developed a weird kind of friendship. they started healing the spring court and also healing together #bffs. 6 MONTHS LATER CAME LUCIEN VANSERRA.

now here comes the sad part because I wasn't thinking about development of elucien. so basically he came to the spring court after a terrible fight with elain and she basically told him stuff that cut DEEP. so lucien had enough because he was getting hurt for 1yr plus of pining. he didn't break the bond. he also quit being the night court emissary. he told feyre that "he need some time". so he came to the spring court to check up with tamlin.

IMAGINE HIS SURPRISE WHEN HE SAW TAMLIN AND 3 GIRLS.

Lucien helps out with rebuilding the spring court along with them and ALL OF 5 OF THEM BECOME SOME FOUND FAMILY.

and and they became the people tamlin trusts so their like inner circle 2.0 walmart edition (im really degrading my own story).

Tamlin- High Lord (obv)

Lucien- Second in command

Ivy- Third in command

Zaria- General of the spring court armies

Alrhea- Spymaster

then times later theres a high lord meeting... (btw by then they know spring court has been getting better) and tamlin pulls up with 3 badass looking women and sexy firefox lucien.

and FINALLY how the fic came about is when theres like a ball with high lords and like other important people held at the dawn court. Althea was talking with Nesta Archeron when she sees Lucien drunk (from getting in another fight w elain) (IM SO SORRY ELUCIENS) and making his way to none other than his brother.

#eris vanserra #lucien vanserra #acotar #acosf #female oc #fan fic #my imagination runs wild

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