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"I'm gonna fuck you. I'm gonna fuck you all ... night, Y/N." Ikaris grins as Y/N entered the apartment. The young man glanced around the room and saw empty bottles of whiskey and bourbon.
"Not that I don't love hearing those words come from your mouth, but are you drunk?"
Ikaris pinched the air. "Little bit." He giggled to himself.
"Come on, let's get you to bed." Y/N said.
"Ooh, good idea. The beds where I'll fuck you." Ikaris fumbled and stumbled as he flew down the hallway, hitting everything on the way to the bedroom.
Y/N sighed. "Oh boy."
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Druig with "Shh, it's just a nightmare. You're safe" and "You are so fucking powerful" for December prompt? 🤗
A/N - Ahh! This is lovely! I do like this request, thanks dear friend!
Powerful
Summary - Druig is haunted, but you bring him back to the living.
Warnings - Just a mix of Angst and Fluff
“Druig….Druig wake up!”
Druig woke up gasping for air, eyes wide and his breath short in his throat as the dimmed room on the Domo was all he was seeing. Yet in the back of his mind, tucked away in the most vulnerable part he would rarely tap into himself, was the moment he was thrown to the ground by Ikaris and almost killed within seconds. It felt so real to him, from feeling the wind whip around him as he was launched, to the rocks digging along his skin and armor as he was being pummeled deeper and deeper into the ground. It was too much for him, no matter that it was in the past and he was safe away from Earth. He was living it all over again.
But there were hands on his face, framing his cheeks and rubbing his clammy skin soothingly. The sensation of body warmth next to him under the satin sheets, and a soothing scent that he knew for centuries was now flooding his nostril as a silhouette was seen perched over him. He knew that face, it was the very face that he fell in love with. No matter that it was dark in the room, he knew the dip of the nose and the round cheeks along with the long hair draped over the shoulder.
You, his wife of almost 2,000 years.
“Shh,” you cooed as you stroked his brown hair from his eyes that were still wide. One of his hands reached up to grab your wrist, almost using it as his own anchor as the nightmare was slipping away from him like the water on the shore, “Shh, it’s just a nightmare. You’re safe.”
Druig gulped, nodding his head as he felt his heartbeat go down again from rushing so quickly. You sighed in relief, leaning over to kiss his head a few times to bring him a bit more peace, “You scared me good, Druig,”
“Sorry,” he mumbled his voice feeling raw and thick as you tutted.
“Nothing to be sorry about, my love.” You reassured him. Druig looked away from you at the window, seeing the galaxy and the scattering of stars right outside the Domo, reminding him yet again that you both were away from Earth. Thena and Makkari were asleep in their own rooms, your ship on its own solo journey to look for other Eternals out in the cosmos.
“It was Ikaris again, wasn’t it?” You asked him tentatively, Druig’s head going back to see you give him a look of concern. He said nothing, but you knew fully well that it was about Ikaris. Taking in a long pause, you looked down for a brief moment to control your own fleet of anger that was festering out.
“He can’t hurt me anymore, luv,” Druig said in a calm tone, his hand on your wrist tightened sightly to get your attention, “He can’t hurt us. He’s gone,”
“Good,” You replied shortly, Druig sitting up in the bed as he was keeping his eyes on you, “And I’m glad I got a few good hits in on him from what he did,”
“Hey,” Druig said to you, seeing your eyes slowly drift back to him as he gave you a reassuring look, “I’m fine and alive thanks to you.”
Maybe it was enough that you needed to hear since the cold demeanor you had in your eyes was now melting away. Druig knew that you had beaten Ikaris down to a pulp after Druig was taken out of the picture to stop Tiamut. He saw the evident look of fatigue on your face and in your body language when you two reunited on the beach, his heart was breaking from seeing how worn down you were and still reeling with rage and anger towards Ikaris. This was not what he wanted for you, knowing how good and deep your soul was and how filled with happiness and love you have been for centuries. But he also knew how protective you two were of each other, considering each other as equals when it came to living a life together on earth.
Ever since you both left the beach, Druig had nightmares almost every night. He was never one to get nightmares to begin it since it was rare for all the time he’d been on Earth. But Ikaris’s assault was vivid in his mind, almost engrained in his psyche, and Druig hated that he was reliving it over and over again.
However, you were always there to wake him up and bring him back to reality. It always helped when he saw your face, when he heard your voice or simply felt your presence as his nightmare melted away. You were a source of peace for him, even in the more troubled times in the past when he felt hopeless in stopping the humans from harming each other, you reminded him of his worth and all the good he has done on the planet.
“Come here,” Druig urged you as you both fell back into bed together, Druig letting you rest your head on his chest while his arms were rubbing your arms up and down in a soothing motion. You held him close, breathing him in as the soft hum of the Domo and its energy was floating in the room. Druig loved holding you like this, for as long as you two were together as a couple he would hold you in his arms as you two slept or simply embraced each other. Being powerful beings, it seemed silly to be in such a vulnerable position together. Neither one of you cared though, being open with one another was the purest form of love you two had for each other and there was no resistance for it.
Now more than ever, after stopping the world from ending and almost losing one another, you both were never far from one another’s touch.
“I’m beyond thankful for you,” Druig reassured you as your arms were still wrapped around him and you were listening to his heartbeat through his thin shirt, “You’ve saved me from being lost so many times in the past, even when I didn’t feel powerful enough to change what I wanted in the world—“
“You are so fucking powerful,” You said in a determined tone, Druig going quiet as you were staring out into the window to see the stars floating by at a slow pace, “You’re powerful enough to know what’s right and what needs to be done, Druig. I love that about you, and I’ll willing to protect you and that part of your heart because of it, okay?”
Druig smiled for the first time that night, leaning down to kiss the top of your head as you two were embracing in silence again. Druig loved that passion that you had, being the more abrasive one out of the pair of you. He spoke his mind about plenty of things, but you were a pinch bolder with your own opinion and was never afraid to hold back.
You would remind him every day how powerful he was, and you would pull him out of the darkness every time too.
The End
Hurt/ Comfort Prompt Session
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Well well well, if it isn't Chloe "the joke at marvel is that I directed eternals (2021) just so I can read fanfic of my own movie and--oh, let me go on AO3 rn and into my secret account under a different name" Zhao:
I love her! I really do. Also I've seen eternals the same number of times in theaters as BP2 (which is 7), so she has my whole heart.
#chloe zhao#namor x shuri#nashuri#black panther#wakanda forever#bpwf#marvel#mcu#namor#tenoch huerta#namor the sub mariner#letitia wright#shuri#bp2#black panther 2#eternals#mcu eternals#ao3
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From the Beginning - A Persephone!Eternal Reader & Hecate!Eternal Reader Drabble
Pairings: Persephone!Eternal Reader & Hecate!Eternal Reader, ft. Sephia x Ikaris, and Kaetlyn x Druig
Word Count: 1.1k
Summary: A lil' drabble idea to show how it all started for our favorite thinker and fighter, and how they would soon change everything for everyone.
Warning(s): none it's so fluffy
Notes: 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!
“It is time,” were the first words uttered that would mark the beginning of a mission that would change their lives forever. Long gone were their lives on their home planet, Olympia. Now, their only priority was their mission on the planet Earth.
Twelve individuals stood from their seats and made their way to their positions that marked their roles in humanity’s growth. Six on one side, and six on the other.
Six Eternals would serve as “fighters,” protecting humanity from the hideous creatures that threatened their feeble existence known as “Deviants.”
The other six would take on their roles as “thinkers,” guiding humanity to evolve in their intelligence so that they would be able to create wonders without assistance.
But regardless, “thinker” or “fighter,” each Eternal was blessed with abilities that would play an integral role for their mission. Each Eternal stood in their place, golden streams of celestial energy encompassed their bodies as they could now wear the armor that marked their Olympian origins and culture.
With their bodies equipped, and minds ready, each Eternal made their way to gaze out from the many windows that their starship, the Domo, was built with in preparation for their travel.
As each Eternal introduced themselves to one another, hoping to gain common ground with the team to settle rattled nerves, only two individuals had no need for introduction.
As one Eternal gazed out the Domo - bereft at the sight of the planet where her new life would begin – she wondered if Earth would ever be home the way Olympia had been to her despite her having no true memory of it. She wondered if her abilities would prove useful, and she was worried that she would be incapable of making any friends. Luckily, that fear would be one that would pass very, very soon.
“Sephia!”
Her name was all she heard before arms encased by iridescently dark blue with pearly ivory entwining into celestial bodies that wrapped around her nimble but powerful form. A wide smile grew as she registered the familiarity of the voice.
It was Kaetlyn, her very best friend.
Instant relief filled her body as she shifted her body to return the hug. Sephia’s joy knew no bounds as she realized that she would at least be in the company of one of the greatest warriors Olympia had ever produced. But even without her arrows, Kaetlyn was the best person Sephia could think of for as long as she remembered. The fact that she left her home and was aboard with too many strangers no longer mattered to her. So long as her beloved Kaet was by her side, Sephia would get through anything that came her way. It was if their bond was testified and bound by the stars themselves.
“Aren’t you so excited? Look at it! It’s so beautiful! I wonder what sites we’ll see!”
As Kaetlyn’s curiosity grew, so did her excitement. Her voice could hardly contain the sheer ecstaticity that was flowing throughout her entire body. The next words that escape her would mark the shadow archer’s true intentions.
“Think of all the adventures we’ll have,” she whispered out so that only Sephia would be able to hear her, “The stories we’ll be able to tell!”
If Kaetlyn was known for anything besides her skills in combat, it was her insatiable curiosity. For as long as Sephia had known her, Kaetlyn was never ever satisfied with only knowing whatever she currently knew. She always wanted to know MORE. Sephia smiled at a memory of Kaet once explaining to her that it was her solemn oath that she would never EVER be satisfied with only what anyone gave her, and that she’d always find her way to learn more. That oath felt like it was from a lifetime ago.
These words were from another lifetime, in more ways than one. But that will come to light at another time.
But despite Kaetlyn’s contagious excitement, dread began to course through Sephia’s veins. As her nerves began to eat at her, Sephia couldn’t help but pick at her fingers. A horrible habit that would always result in inflamed tissue, bleeding, and ugly scars.
“I’m scared,” she timidly replied, eyes turned away so that she wouldn’t let her friend see her cowardice. “What if the life forms on this planet are horrible? What if they are beyond help?” As Sephia continued to list her concerns, Kaetlyn understood that it wasn’t the fear of others that terrified Sephia, it was the idea that she would be of no use to Arishem’s grand design.
“It will be alright Seph,” Kaet declared in a tone that filled herself with confidence and Sephia with reassurance, “After all, as long as we’re together, nothing will be too terrible.”
“…I suppose that’s true,” Sephia let herself agree to her most trusted companion’s advice, but her heart was still heavy with anxiety.
Very softly, she dared ask the most stupid question that ever left her mouth.
“Will we always be together?”
Kaetlyn looked at her most cherished friend with so much warmth in her eyes that it was as if all the most beautiful things in the universe were born into the very person in front of her.
“Sephie,” she began with love in her voice and stars in her eyes as she leaned forward to press their foreheads together, “As if you even need to ask.”
Unbeknownst to either of the girls, two men from opposite sides of the room gazed at the loving embrace with curious eyes.
One came from Ikaris, a fighter gifted with the ability to fly and emit optic beams of celestial energy, as well as a commanding figure and attitude. His watch was fixed on the beautiful Eternal, with flowing blush fabric draped across her lovely figure as strategically placed brass armor hinted at the curves of her physique. He could not stop staring at her, despite the impossibly lovely Sersi that stood beside him at that very moment.
The other came from Druig, a thinker who was known across Olympia for his telepathic abilities, along with his quick wit and surly demeanor. But all somber thoughts came to a halt at the sight of the slim figure, who after donning her armor, disappeared into the shadows of the room. Only to reappear to embrace her friend with so much delight, it surprised him.
Two very different individuals, but both somehow staring at the sight before them for so long, that it would set in motion the events that would be all four individuals’ joy, as well as their end.
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– 𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐀 || 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫
SUMMARY: If you were only ever created to serve Arishem, it did not feel like it. Not when you’d grown to cherish your people in the South Pacific and the entirety of Earth as reverently as you did and not when your heart, artificial or not, belonged to a man from beneath the sea.
PAIRINGS: Namor x Eternal!Reader
TAGS/WARNINGS: fluff ; light angst ; spoilers for Eternals (2021)
If you were only ever created to serve Arishem, it did not feel like it.
Not when you’d grown to cherish your people in the South Pacific and the entirety of Earth as reverently as you did and not when your heart, artificial or not, belonged to a man from beneath the sea.
In the aftermath of Ajak’s death, of Sersei’s frantic call that detailed what was happening–it didn’t take you too long to gather your belongings, to retrieve all the documents you needed just in case before you rushed behind your house, down the pathway and towards the secluded formation that was hidden deep behind your home.
In the cove you’d created decades ago, he waits for you as he always does. Somehow always finding his way back to your little hideout, again and again, as devoted as the waves that lapped at your shore.
Skin beaded with water, dark eyes pinned on you, always on you–the man you find does not match the names he’d been given over the past five hundred years, a fraction to your own existence.
K'uk'ulkan. Niño sin amor. Namor.
Legends only ever depicted him as one of two things: The merciless feathered serpent god worshipped by a long existing culture or the child without love, he who would light the world aflame if only he was not shackled to the ocean.
Here in this refuge you’d created, however, you’d learned that he was more than just that. Had spent nearly four hundred years unearthing every cavern of his mind, body and soul.
Without saying it, you know his worry has guided him through the currents today.
“I came to make sure you were unhurt after the Earthquake,” he says lowly, lacking the teasing lilt he often greeted you with. “But it seems you might know more than me already...”.
The armour you wear is dappered in metallic [favourite colour] with [complimentary colour] accents, something he has not seen before in all of your years together.
Wearing it not even a week after the world felt Tiamut’s movement is all the evidence he needs, a damning fact that the tremors felt all over the world are more than what they are.
Slowly, Namor rises from the water and as he does, sea-foam bubbles around him, the worry you weren’t even aware had begun to fester dispersing just the same.
“I take it this is not for pleasure?” he continues, his nonchalance contradicted by the twitch of winged ankles.
“I’m afraid not,” you reply in lieu of your normal greeting.
His eyes linger on the glow of your hands, of the way your shoulders and arms are taught in a way he is unfamiliar with and you’re warmly reminded that he is not the only one who has been made bare before in this cove.
As detailed as you can, you explain to him what you had learned in the past few hours: Arishem had created your family to evolve the human species, not for their own betterment; but so their progression could provide enough energy for a Celestial to emerge from the Earth’s core once the Deviants were eliminated.
The world is ending, you reveal, almost choking on the cold, ugly truth.
When Sersei had explained it the first time, between rasped breaths and soft cries, you didn’t allow yourself time to lament what it all meant.
But now, seeing what you’ve come to consider the architect of your very being in front you, the truth unravels in a way that you cannot deny what it is.
An anchor that will drown you, or has drowned you already, considering all you’ve lost before. The people, memories, the love.
"We’ve never fought a Celestial before,” you admit, thinking of Thena, anguished and desperate, the echo of infinity seared into her gaze, before you think of your people and of him. “But we want this planet to be our last. I want it to be my last.”
It is not the words, but they might as well be.
In an instant, Namor grips your wrist, pulling you back into him as you huff with surprise.
His arms band around your waist, keeping you caged where he can nose along the column of your neck, hear the hitch in your breath at his closeness.
“If this is then true, tell me why I shouldn’t persuade you to stay with me?” he growls lowly at the base of your throat, easily shifting between calm and not, as fluid as the sea. “I could compel you to stay here where it’s safe, where you can stay here with me,”.
You can’t help but groan under the ministrations of his teeth on your skin when he begins to nibble, hands moving towards his face as you summon every ounce of sensibility in you to turn his head away. A hard feat, given the way your blood sings as slivers of his siren melody bleed into his words.
“Because though you would rather see the world burn, you would protect your people by any means necessary,” you gasp, feeling your fondness for him swell when he stills, caught.
For Talocan, Namor would protect his Kingdom by any means and at any cost. Even if he despised the rest of the world and would gladly burn the surface asunder, he would not condemn his people to burn, too.
You and your family, as splintered as they’ve come to be, are the greatest gamble he can take to save them and everyone else. Even if it means he can’t join you.
Silent in his defeat, Namor–sweet, enchanting Namor– tilts your head to his languidly, leaning forward and bringing you in a kiss that makes you both want to leave and surrender yourself to him all at once.
Humming, he slots your mouths together even more as he shifts you in his arms, and you have to swallow the moan the bubbles in your throat once he pulls away, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips.
“The ocean has given me many miracles, mi puksik’al. But it has also given me many tragedies...” he says hoarsely, after a moment.
Leaning his forehead against your own to stare you deep in the eyes, it’s a wonder he’s only ever been called cruel and monstrous things when he all he is is bewitching. Wondrous even as he pleads: “I cannot afford one more, [Your Name].”
As he breathes, you press your nose against his and do the same. Feeling your heart break and mend all at once as you take life from his breath.
When you first landed on Earth, you found that there was no greater resource on the planet than its ocean. Deep, vast and endless. A force that could give as easily as it took away.
You’d revered it and its various forms the same way you did the man before you. Perhaps less than him now, you admit in this moment, when he leans back and brushes his lips against the crown of your head.
“Come back to me,” comes the murmur. “Meent’ uts”.
Closing your eyes, all you can do is nod as you take in the scent of salt and tears, rasping, “E lele le toloa ae ma’au i le auvai” as you surge upward to breathe him in once more.
NOTES:
Since all the Eternals all belong to different ethnic groups, Reader is Polynesian. I imagine her living somewhere on the island of Niue, as it is a coral atoll and has natural coves and chasms already though you can imagine otherwise.
The way Reader “takes life from his breath” when pressing their forehead against Namor’s references the Maori people and the action of the hongi, which recalls the Māori legend of the creation of the first earthly woman, Hineahuone. She was formed from clay by the creator god Tāne, who then breathed life into her nostrils.
“E lele le toloa ae ma’au i le auvai” is a Samoan proverb meaning that life may take someone far from home but they will always return. Case and point: Reader and Namor.
E lele le toloa ae ma’au i le auvai = The toloa bird flies far, but will always return to the water.
I am not an expert in the Mayan/Yucate language, which I believe is the main language Namor speaks, but I’ve taken the following translations from various online sources and apologise sincerely if its not quite right. Please correct me where I’m wrong and I’ll note it down for future reference. I’d also appreciate any reputable linguistic sources for all my fanfics moving forward, but anyway:
mi puksik’al = my heart
Meent’ uts = please
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HAPPY 46TH BIRTHDAY, KUMAIL NANJIANI!!!
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'You took the sun with you when you left.'
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Was finally free today and had the strong urge to draw them!! Nothing much, just them being cute. Hope yall love this!!
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I wish to speak about the possibly unintentional late biblical comparisons with the Eternals. (MCU version specifically.)
They really are like angels sent down to Earth, carrying out the bidding of their creator, a higher being they don't fully understand.
Then their breaking from Arishem over the fate of Earth and humanity is kind of like the angelic fall?
I don't know a whole lot about individual angels, but I think Ikaris compares really well with Michael. The perfect son, leader of the vanguard, god's warrior, who fights and kills and lives without question, who will do anything their creator demands of them, because of course it must be correct it comes from god how could it possibly be wrong.
I'd then compare Druig with Lucifer. While Ajak is the one who seemed to kick off that final revolution, and Sersi is the one who prevented Tiamut's hatching in the end, Druig was the first one to openly question the celestials. For a few milenia, he was the only one. He was also the only one for most of their time on Earth to deliberately disobey Ajak's rules, and by extension, Arishem. He was also the first to leave.
Now I am not certain, but I think I remember reading that Lucifer thought humanity was corrupt and couldn't be trusted, and either he wanted them destroyed, or he wished to take away their free-will and place them in a perfect world, where peace was guaranteed. If it is the latter, that doubles the parralel with Druig, as his number one frustration seemed to be his prevention from interfering to prevent or end conflict, most importantly war, he wants to take away their full free will and give them a paradise to live in. For a few people, he does that.
Which also brings up the question of who we are supposed to side with. With the Eternals movie, nearly everyone loves Druig and hated Ikaris, which I personally think is rather unfair. But people these days are often more sympathetic towards certain versions of Lucifer, or at least less believing in angelic perfection. However, if Eternals had come out in a different century, would that remain the same?
I don't know if I have a point, it's just something I have been thinking about and wanted to share.
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Unpopular MCU opinion: Ikaris wasn't as bad as everyone is conjuring him up to be, I found his story to be really beautiful symbolically plot wise.
(I actually liked him more than Druig, but this is just my opinion).
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Kinda cliché but....What if the Madrigal Family were superheroes (like avengers, you know?), who would be who?
You ask an interesting question, anon! I know I’ve seen at least one Encanto x X-Men crossover fan art where the Madrigals are drawn as different X-Men characters (Pepa as Storm, etc.).
As much as I love the X-Men, I’m going to take this in perhaps an unconventional direction and do a crossover with Eternals! Since there are ten Eternals in the MCU film, I thought it could be fun to pair each one with a Madrigal (sorry, Gus and Félix 😬). These are based on power sets, but I’ll point out character parallels where fit.
Alma as Phastos (power: technological genius) - This was a tough pick. But both characters are family people; creators, “shapers,” in their own right.
The Triplets:
Julieta as Ajak (power: healing) - Probably the most obvious pick. Ajak’s power is seen as benign.
Pepa as Ikaris (power: flight, eye lasers) - Potentially destructive power; elemental. Pepa as Ikaris would be a far less dry character.
Bruno as Druig (power: mind control) - His mind-control power evokes fear and mistrust, but he doesn’t like his power or enjoy using it (perhaps unlike Druig in the film).
Grandkid Roundup:
Isabela as Thena (power: cosmic weapon genesis, warrior...ing) - I feel like Isabela’s ability to conjure flowers, which can be used as weapons, is similar to Thena’s power. Also, there’s that one concept art of Isabela looking like a warrior princess.
Luisa as Gilgamesh (power: super-strength) - Another obvious pick. Good-hearted, loyal, and protective.
Mirabel as Sersi (power: transfiguration) - A gentle healer-type, like her mamá; solves problems peacefully/through empathy
Dolores as Makkari (power: super-speed) - Her speed breaks the sound barrier; both are clever and agile
Camilo as Sprite (power: casting illusions) - see below!
Antonio as Kingo (power: cosmic energy blasts) - There’s a part of me that still wants to switch Sprite and Kingo. Sprite has Toño’s tininess, and Kingo has Camilo’s penchant for theatricality. But Sprite’s power is more similar to Camilo’s.
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Steve: *Looks around the room and sees it's a mess* "Y/N? What happened?"
Y/N: "Before or after sex with Ikaris? Because I can give you a full detailed report on what happened. See first, Ikaris bended me over the desk, and then he went behind me and shoved his giant coc–"
Steve: "–That's enough. I don't need to hear the details. Just clean it up."
#x male reader#male reader insert#male x male#ikaris x reader#Ikaris x male reader#richard madden#Richard Madden x male reader#mcu eternals#eternals#captain america#steve rogers#chris evans
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Y'all, phastos & his family are so dear to me, I'd watch 20 seasons of a TV show about these boys.
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14/06/2022: Thena picks that apron for Gilgamesh
“This one?”
Gilgamesh stares skeptically at the article of clothing Thena presents to him. It's an adorable cooking apron with a small chef doodled on it. The said chef is surrounded by little hearts, his lips pursed. And the accompanying text, scrawled right below him, says: ‘kiss the cook’.
“Yes,” she says, genuinely oblivious of his concern regarding the apron.
He looks around the convenience store and insists. “There's so many to pick from. You should go through more.”
She shakes her head confidently. “I like this one.”
It isn't the first time Thena has made some sort of eccentric choice or done something unconventional in public. But despite the apron being cute, it isn't even close to Thena's taste or style. So he wonders out loud. “Why?”
She smiles at his confusion, eyes alight with pure joy and he thinks that he loves to see her like this. Roaming peacefully amongst the people, her mind not tormenting her for once.
She steps closer and answers his query, “Because it suits you.”
“And..” she pauses to inch her face towards his and before the strongest eternal can even discern what's happening, her full lips press against his cheek. Feather-light yet lingering. “.. every time you cook something, I can kiss you.”
Gilgamesh feels the rapid spread of a rosy tint across his cheeks. Not merely due to the honest admission but also the sincerity in her words.
Several humans around the nearby aisles pause amidst their own shopping to stare at them; some curious, others disgusted at the gesture of affection.
“Ahhh..” he exhales, rubbing his neck bashfully. “You don't need an apron to do that.”
She tilts her head and raises a brow mischievously. “Do what?”
If possible, his blush grows a shade darker. Now she is just messing with him.
He slaps the air dismissively and scurries off towards the cashier, completely ignoring a chuckling Thena following right behind.
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i like to think that on Thena's good days (when her past memories aren't plaguing her and she isn't too prone to hurt anyone), Gilgamesh takes her out to the nearby towns for shopping or other mundane stuff.
#manika's mini fics#thenamesh#thena#gilgamesh#eternals#thena x gilgamesh#gilgamesh x thena#mcu eternals#mcu fanfic
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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.
#druig x reader#eternals#mcu eternals#mcu fanfiction#mcu#eternals!reader#makkari#ajak#thena#gilgamesh#sprite#sersi#ikaris#kingo#phastos#druig#eternals x reader#eternals x you#eternals x y/n#mcu x reader#eternals imagine#mcu x you#intothemultifandom
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MY MAN CRUSH MONDAY IS...BILL SKARSGÅRD
SPOOKY SEASON EDITION
FULL NAME: Bill Istvan Günther Skarsgård
DATE OF BIRTH: August 9, 1990
PLACE OF BIRTH: Vällingby, Stockholm, Sweden
AGE: 33
SIGN: Leo
BEST KNOWN FOR: Portraying Axel Cluney/Zeitgeist in Deadpool 2; Pennywise the Dancing Clown in It and It Chapter Two; Kro in Eternals; Keith Toshko in Barbarian; and Marquis Vincent de Gramont in John Wick: Chapter 4.
HEIGHT: 6 feet and 4 inches tall
#mcm#man crush#man crush monday#man crush mondays#mcm 2023#leo#bill skarsgård#john wick chapter 4#it chapter 2#it chapter one#barbarian#mcu eternals#Keith toshko#pennywise the dancing clown#axel cluney#stockholm sweden
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