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softquietsteadylove · 2 months

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there can't be enough thenamesh reunion fics!

may i ask for more?

Gilgamesh yanked the Warrior back by the shoulder. She tried to regain her balance but he slammed his fist against her head, creating a gust strong enough to rattle the ship windows. She went down softly.

"Oi!" The Mind Reader was quick to respond to his fallen comrade. They all had a sense of togetherness that Gilgamesh admitted he found absent within his own team (himself, the Soaring Eternal and their Prime).

Ikaris took advantage of the team's sense of protectiveness. He grasped the Speedster's armour collar with his hand, using her as a shield against the puppeteer. He fired his eyes into the dark haired one's armour, sending him through the wall. Then, the Speedster was nothing but a burden.

Gilgamesh winced as she was thrown headfirst to the ground. Ikaris wasn't stronger than him - he knew that for a fact - but he certainly acted more brutally.

"Come on," he muttered in his accent, dragging the body of the Speedster behind him as he floated over to retrieve the Mind Reader as well.

Gilgamesh stared down at the Warrior Eternal. Her body was also limp, but he could feel the Cosmic Energy thrumming within her veins. He could practically feel the rhythm of her heart, if he let himself imagine it. He didn't know what made them so different, according to Arishem.

"You want a hand with 'er or what?" Ikaris snarled at him, piling both of his catches under his arms to bring back to Ajak at the helm of the ship. He was probably just going to sling her over his shoulder, or worse, drag her.

"Go ahead," Gilgamesh grumbled, kneeling down to her. She was his defeat, and his responsibility. Ikaris floated ahead, even banging the Mind Reader's head against the door frame in his lack of care.

Her face looked so peaceful.

Gilgamesh caught himself trying to move her hair away from her face before sighing. He slipped one hand under her arm and shoulders, and the other under her knees. She folded into his grasp so easily he wasn't sure if she weighed anything at all.

"Gil."

He stared down at her, ready for another fight if she was waking again. But as he drew his arms in, all she did was relax against him--him, the enemy. He couldn't imagine why.

But her head rolled to the side, and her tiara even met the cold, hard shell of his chest plate. And yet she had a little smile on her face, as if there were no place she would rather be. He adjusted her a little before making the trip to the head of the ship as well. He did have the courtesy not to smack her head against the door, at least.

She kept calling him Gil.

No one called him that. He didn't even think of himself like that. His name was Gilgamesh, and he was the Strongest Eternal, sent by Arishem to retrieve rogue Eternals who had been tainted by the Deviants of Earth. He had never met this woman before.

But his heart ached in his chest as he carried her.

He felt conflicted fighting her. He had felt awful knocking her out. And he had felt so protective at the thought of Ikaris laying a single hand on her.

"There he is."

Gilgamesh walked in with the Warrior Eternal in his arms. He held her gently, just briefly looking at the other two piled on the floor like litter.

"Well done," Ajak said, observing the difference in technique between him and Ikaris. She waved her glowing hands.

Gilgamesh stepped back slightly as the woman in his arms floated up out of his embrace and upright. The lines of her energy signature formed around her, creating a golden cage in a sense around her.

"These will hold them until we arrive at the World Forge," Ajak clarified as the three bodies floated to their places around the statue of Arishem.

Ikaris joined Ajak again at the front window, discussing their strategy. Those two seemed close but also at odds, in a weird way. Gilgamesh turned away from them, back to the blonde.

She was beautiful.

He wasn't a traitor just for thinking so. He walked closer, looking up at her floating just off the ground. The signature of her Cosmic Energy was weaker, but he could swear he still felt it calling out to him. It was like they were cut from the same cloth.

He reached up, tucking some hair behind her ear and out of his way. It felt familiar, in a terrifying way. Her eyes didn't even flutter. Not that he wanted her to wake up.

Gilgamesh looked back at his teammates, but they were whispering among themselves. They weren't any more concerned with him than he was about them. And that was just fine. They were a team, not some cobbled together family unit.

He looked up at her again. Thena. That name had been pulsing in his head since he saw her. He wasn't sure how; she was the Warrior Eternal, deadly and traitorous. That was all he knew about her. Except her name. And that she had a sweet sounding laugh. It echoed through memories he didn't have.

He hadn't even realised he was reaching up until his fingertips met her cheek. He didn't know what he was doing. He had no explanation for it to himself, much less to his team, let alone the woman herself. Her skin was soft.

It seemed impossible, but he could have sworn to all the stars in the sky that she leaned into his touch, however much she could. He didn't press his palm to her skin. That felt...wrong--like he had no right. Just looking at her felt like a betrayal of some kind. "Thena."

The Warrior's sandy coloured eyelashes fluttered. Maybe she was stronger than Ajak had assumed. She couldn't open her eyes, but he knew they were green (somehow). "Gil."

That name again. It made his whole body burn, like his chest was on fire. He stood back from the Warrior calling for him--someone. He didn't know who she was calling out to, but it wasn't really him.

"Gilgamesh."

He turned towards his Prime, and his fellow Eternal at the window. It seemed so cold over there. He nodded, walking over silently. Only when he was further away did he realise he had been holding the Warrior Eternal's hand.

"Are you prepared to hand them over?" Ajak asked.

He frowned, "why wouldn't I be?"

Ajak was silent, but Ikaris freely scoffed at him, "y'seem awfully soft on the traitor. There's no need for the gentleman routine with faulty scum."

Gilgamesh clenched his fists at his side, but he forced himself to remember his place. "I'm curious, but I'm not confused about the mission."

"Good," Ajak concluded, ending the conversation for both of them.

Ikaris let out one last laugh at him before floating off again. Did he have to fly everywhere just for the sake of it? He could walk just fine.

Gilgamesh tried not to seem like he was watching keenly as Ikaris walked by the prisoners again. Ikaris also looked up at the Warrior Eternal, and Gilgamesh tried not to yell at his teammate to keep his distance from her.

But Ikaris kept moving, and Gilgamesh wasn't eager to admit that his chest loosened. His eyes left the figure of Thena floating limply. He blinked, finding Ajak staring at him. "What?"

She looked back at the Warrior Eternal and then back to him. "You know her."

He shook his head. "We were briefed on all of them. She was a better fighter than I could have imagined. I think that deserves some respect."

Yes, he had respect for his fellow Fighter. She seemed very much his equal, all agility where he was sturdiness. He wanted her to be treated with respect and honour, just like any good warrior.

He wanted her to be handled so delicately a flower would weep with envy.

"I agree," Ajak sufficed to say. She gave him one last look before leaning closer, "keep your mission in mind, Gilgamesh. Whatever the traitors try to whisper in your ear...remember their deception."

"I will," he assured his team leader before she too departed. He stayed at the window, looking into the vast nothingness where eventually the World Forge would come into view. He looked over his shoulder.

It wouldn't be long until he could ask her why she called him Gil.

#Thenamesh AU #thank you so much love!!!#I hope you don't mind #this is a little bit different from some other reunion fics #but I do think this is what it might be like #if we ever get Eternals content ever again please god please anyone I beg of you #Gilgamesh has no idea why he sees this woman #the enemy #and he loves her #he can feel it in his chest every time he throws a punch #he imagines Ikaris grabbing her and throwing her over his shoulder and it makes him want to scream #he says don't fucking touch her!#I mean I'll carry her you go ahead #Gil carries her so gently #when Ajak lets them out of their bindings #Gil catches her before she can hit the floor #Ikaris is like what the fuck is up with this guy #grabs Druig and Makkari again #also I'm so sorry but he would not be gentle with them #Gilgamesh is like I'll carry her #and Sersi will see this and be like Gil #that's our way out of this mess #if we can talk some sense into any of them it's him #Kingo: not your literal ex-husband?#Sersi: no

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healingagoddess · 2 years

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Remains of what we lost - pt 2

Request: 1800s ajax being jealous of reader (who doesnt know shes an eternal and that she was with ajax before she had memory loss) being with her husband and living a “perfect” life with him so ajax watches from a far because the time period wouldnt allow them to be together they get closer and closer and reader falls in love and remembers everything leaves her husband to be with ajax

fluff and smut pls 👉👈ur my favorite ajax writer and would love to read this

Warnings: English is not my first language. Smut. NSFW.

Pairing: Ajak/F!Reader

Part 1

_ ✽ _

A week passes by and Ajak is not seen, you wait at the counter staring at strangers passing by but she never does. And you don’t want to admit the excitement you felt as someone in blue attire entered your shop, nor the painful disappointment when you noticed it wasn’t her. It makes you wonder what you did wrong, and you recount everything that happened during that night. Every day you think maybe it has to do with her family and late husband. Maybe she misses them and you were there showing off your perfect family. That’s why in this fine morning you are standing right outside of her house with your personal maid by your side. You are waiting for her to respond when you find yourself fixing your dress and shifting nervously on your feet, it leaves you confused for a moment. You let go of your thoughts as the door opens and she stands there frozen.

You give her an awkward smile as you lift up a basket. “I brought you some sweet bread.”

She stares at you for a moment before looking at your maid. She curtsies to Ajak, and the latter lets out a breath before moving aside and allowing you entrance. You feel some sort of hope and walk into the house. You are surprised to find it full of artifacts so different and intriguing, it seems old yet beautiful and welcoming. You have so many questions regarding her home, but you also have other questions that have been eating at you for a week. She leads you to a parlor, and the architecture is so colonial and Mexican. She gestures for you to sit, and you obey.

You stare at each other for some time, your maid not far from you. It feels like the walls have eyes on you once again, and it makes you nervous.

“I wanted to apologi-” You begin before being cut off by Ajak.

“No.” She says dryly, closing her eyes.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Don’t apologize.” She says as she opens her eyes slowly. “You did nothing wrong.”

“Then why did you leave?” You ask getting closer, and you hear someone shifting behind you; your maid. With a soft murmur you ask. “Why am I cruel?”

“I…” She begins to think of an answer but none come out.

“Well?”

“I can’t explain what happened. Would you like to take a walk in the garden?” She offers with a soft raise of her eyebrows signaling to your maid. She twirls her fan on her left hand meaning ‘We are being watched’.

And you feel guilty and like you are hiding something. So, you nod and allow her to guide you to her garden. You marvel at how big and beautiful it is, with tall cactus and thousands of flowers. You bent down to smell them as you pass them by, and once again you feel like a child. You notice how she makes you feel so comfortable and carefree. She watches closely as she seems pensive. Somewhere after five minutes of walking Ajak grabs you by the arm, and you feel cosmic energy surge through you. Your heart starts ponding fast and she pulls you closer before looking around.

“There’s thing I want to say to you, but it will be best if I let you leave.”

She is so close you feel your heart will burst, there is a fuzzy warm feeling building in your tummy and you are out of breath. You can’t help but admire her face noticing every single detail and pausing to stare at her lips. Unconsciously, you lick yours and feel her face getting closer only to realize it was you as she pulls away, but you won’t let go. You both stay out there for several seconds as you embrace her to keep her from running away, just staring at each other. Coming back to your senses you let her go and walk in comfortable silence before she kneels down to pick up some flowers. After rustling for a while between the flowers she stands up and hands you red gerberas. You stand there speechless; gerberas mean friendship and innocent… but in occasions they mean love. Ajak walks back into the direction of the house, as she leaves you too stunned to speak.

You stay a little longer and watch her work in the kitchen, you both have been quiet for some time but you enjoy the company and you know she does too even if she wants to fight it. Somewhere in the afternoon before dark you decide it is time to go home, so you stand behind her as she cleans. It makes you feel sad to think her lonely, no maids around as she insists on doing all the work. You clear your throat to catch her attention and you see her stop as she remains there not looking at you.

“I have to go.” You say softly.

Ajak feels your gaze burning through her back. “Alright.”

She turns around to look at you, and you get closer to bid your goodbyes. You want to give her something tender so she doesn’t feel lonely and you go to kiss her cheek, but you miscalculate because she turns around to say goodbye and you end up kissing the corner of her mouth. And once again you are filled with confusion, but you feel a magnetic connection with her that heats fuel inside of you consuming your senses. She is feeling the same thing, and it’s also written in your face how much you want to kiss her. You both move at the same time as your lips crash into a passionate kiss, both of your weights slamming against the table Ajak was working on and pushing it back as it slams into the wall. The sound is way too exciting and you feel Ajak pulling you close by the hips as you cradle her face in her hands, her kiss goes down your neck as fire is ablaze inside of you. But you pull away, flushed and heartbroken you look into her confused eyes only to see them break once again.

Tears begin to form in your eyes as you utter an apology. “I am sorry. I am so sorry.”

“Well, you only know how to be sorry.”

That stings.

“People would never allow it. They would never understand.”

“You don’t have to worry about that.” She says with pleading eyes.

“I have to go.” You say before running outside into the dark night.

Both of you weep that night, one loudly and the other quietly.

_ ✽ _

Ajak does pass by the store, but you no longer stand behind the counter. It is so painful to watch her by and not be able to run into her arms. Your husband has noticed the sadness that has consumed you, and you can’t even explain to him why you are like this. He wants to surprise you with an outing to an event in town, it’s not opera but a good singer will have a performance. One of the perks of being far from the war is that you still have freedom to enjoy moments like that. Mexico is huge compared to other places you have been and every region is different. You know he has the best intentions but you feel a heavy cloud on top of you, still you can’t refuse him. The evening is alive with a beautiful performance, you are able to meet coworkers of your husband and mingle for some time.

You begin to tire, so you decide to sit down and take a moment to gather more energy. After a few seconds you feel eyes on you, and you begin to panic before finding the most beautiful golden eyes staring right at you. There is pure adoration in her eyes, and she seems to be in better spirits than you as she sits there like a queen on a throne. An entire crowd stands in the middle of both of you keeping you divided, but you watch her as she lifts her fan and places it on top of her heart. Your heart starts racing as you know it means romance. It makes you excited to think about it, and you feel the cloud disappear as the room gets brighter and happier. She presents her fan shut as she asks if you love her. You don’t even think about it before drawing your fan across your cheek. The smile on her face is the most precious thing you have ever seen, her eyes shimmer with a beautiful glow.

She touches the tip of the fan ‘I wish to speak to you.’ And you look around the crowd, you look back at her and bite your lip feeling nervous. She carries her open fan in her left hand ‘Come and talk to me.’ That makes you feel the thrill of the rush for a moment before twirling the fan in your left hand remembering it means ‘we are being watched.’ She rolls her eyes playfully and you smile, and once again she carries her fan with her right hand in front of her face ‘follow me’. You swallow hard before fanning slowly ‘I am married.’ You watch her sigh and pout playfully before she opens and shuts her fan, and your heart drops to your stomach as you remember it means ‘you are cruel’. Quickly you let it rest on your left cheek saying no. She looks slightly disappointed, and she stands up from her seat before drawing her fan across her forehead ‘you have changed’; and she leaves. It leaves you back as you were before, sad and confused with thousands of questions only she can answer.

_ ✽ _

You can’t stop thinking about the meaning of ‘you have changed’. Which is exactly why you sneak out in the middle of the night after the performance and make your way to her state. As you walk under the pale moonlight with your heart in your hands the emotions inside of you swirl around making you feel anxious. You feel light headed but not in a bad way, you feel a lot of commotion happening inside of you and it feels like your heart will break free from your chest and take a run to Ajak’s home. Once you get there you find it completely dark, you are too terrified to leave and go back home. It takes you a moment to realize the soft light in one of the rooms. You knock gently on her door and wait, you keep waiting for some time until you know again and the door pushes open, this alarms you. Thinking something bad might have happened you enter with your heart pounding in your chest you can hear it in your ears.

You walk past the main hall and into the direction of the lit up room, and you almost get a heart attack when you find her standing there with her eyes closed. She seems to be asleep but standing, so you approach slowly still scared. With a shaky hand you poke her slightly, but she doesn’t respond and you are way too scared. You poke her once again this time harder, but nothing happens and you don’t know what to do. Suddenly, an orb appears in the middle of the air and you scream as you take several steps back. The orb disappears inside of Ajak’s chest and your brains crashes making you fall backwards. A movie plays in your head as you begin to feel way too familiar with your surroundings. You recognize the woman standing right in front of you and you let out a cry.

“Mrs. Garc-”

“No!”

“Please, let m-”

“No!”

You are still on the floor trying to collect yourself as tears rush down your face.

“Mrs. Garcia.”

And you summon your weapon leaving Ajak speechless. She tilts her head confused, waiting for a reaction from you. Many emotions are happening inside of her before she realizes and lets out a cry. And you both cry on the floor, it takes you a few minutes before you search for her embrace. You remember everything as you realize how you almost got yourself erased completely by unknown forces. Ajak still has a lot to explain, you don’t even remember the moments after it happened and how you pushed her away. You do remember now how she followed you to Spain. And you both weep embraced in the middle of the floor, in the middle of the night.

“For a moment… I thought it was mahd wy’ry.” You wince at the mention of the illness, sad memories come up. “But it was quite the opposite, you didn’t remember.” She sobs.

You look up to find her eyes, seeking comfort.

“I tried to heal you, and I followed you everywhere. I traveled around the world trying to find a cure, but I never found anything. It pained me to know you were out there not knowing who you were and living a lie. You were his and I was pissed, but I tried to stop it-” And she breaks out crying.

“I know. I know that now.” You hold onto her, as you let the memories sink in. At this point you just feel how much you missed her, and the weight of twenty years lost as you went on to be with somebody else. You are angry with yourself, and you just want to sink into her arms forever to make up for lost time. At the same time, you feel disgusted and like apologizing to Ajak.

“I am so so-”

“No.” She cuts you off and grabs your face before she presses her lips to yours in a heated and passionate kiss. You fit right into her arms and you press harder into her, the events of the other day coming up to you as you remember how much you wanted her. Still sitting you push her with your weight back into the wall behind her, and you feel desperate. You feel too clothed with everything you are wearing; you don’t need any of it. You pull desperately at her gown, quickly undressing her breasts and you moan at the sight of them. You pinch them slightly and it is Ajak’s turn to moan. You remember the carnal need when you almost had her over the table, and once again you launch at her capturing her lips.

But she is impatient, she has been craving you for years. She makes you stand up as she remains seated and you pull at your clothes unable to remove them, you let out a grunt as you become annoyed. She simply lifts your dress and pulls down your undergarments, you are dripping just thinking about what’s coming next. She doesn’t even give you a moment to compose when she ushers you into her waiting lips as she laps at your warm slit devouring you completely. You throw your head back and your legs become weak in pure bliss, she holds you up to add support. You are consumed in a delirious flame as you finally feel the rapture inside of you sending waves after waves of electricity, and you circle your hips as you ride out your orgasm using her lips and tongue.

You fall to your knees as you take a moment to feel the pleasurable aftermath, Ajak pulls you closer as she begins to plant wet kisses all over your face, neck and shoulders. It takes you a moment to catch your breath, you then proceed to go down as you make your way with a trail of kisses to her chest. You take one breast into your mouth, and you feel her harden as you suck slightly on it and lap it with your tongue. She groans and tangles one hand in your hair as she supports herself with her free one. You take your time savoring her and pleasuring her, you want to love her. You finally go down on her and hear her grunt and gasp as you finally bring her hot center into your mouth. The carnal way you take her is fervent, and the sounds she makes is music to your ears. Moments later she bites her lip trying to quiet her sound, and the only noise in the room is the wet sounds as you lap her slit and suck on her nub. After some time, she cries out as her muscles spam and she becomes a sensual mess.

You lay on top of her and remain on the floor for a few minutes as you both catch your breath and come down from your high. Somewhere during the night after you both clean up you snuggle in her bed. You think about everything that happened during those twenty years, and she thinks about the present. You hide your face on the side of her chest.

“What are we going to do now?” You ask, thinking about how terrible it is that you have a husband. You grimace.

She rubs your back to soothe you. “We can go anywhere; I know a place in the states.”

“I would love to start somewhere else, yes.” You smile softly at the thought of being with Ajak once again and forever.

She is drifting into sleep when you remember.

“It will last longer than you think? Really?”

“Oh, celestials.” She whines with a shaky breath.

“Like, are you for real?” You laugh as you earn a playful smack. “Who is cruel now?”

Ajak groans covering her ears.

“So, you have nine children?” You giggle. “What would Druig think of that? Is Sprite like your youngest? What does that make Thena?”

“Shh.”

Ajak presses a pillow to your head and only your muffled laugh is heard. She smiles softly before throwing the pillow and pulling you closer to kiss you. This night both of you laugh and kiss, trying to remember and trying to forget as your dreamed future comes closer. Somewhere in the afternoon of the next day the local news lies about two women being abducted by insurgents during the night, arranged by a very powerful prime eternal.

#ajak #ajak x reader #eternals fic #hgrequests

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livsoulsecrets · 2 years

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Drukkari fic - I should’ve asked you how to be

Summary: Druig opens up to Makkari about his feelings in the aftermath of Ajak’s death and the battle with Ikaris.

Makkari had just woken up and barged out of her room in a half-asleep state to stumble upon the kitchen for a cup of coffee. It was a Saturday early morning, the first they spent at Ajak’s house since they decided to stay there for some weeks before Makkari, Thena and Druig left to search for the other Eternals.

As usual, Makkari was the early riser among her family, at least that is what she assumed until her eyes darted to the nearest window in the kitchen and laid on a figure sitting alone under the only tree that occupied the garden.

Makkari blinked a couple of times before she properly believed her own eyes.

It was Druig, in gray T-shirt and sweatpants, head laying against the tree and eyes closed.

The sight of him was enough to render her to a frozen mess, but she forced herself to move anyway after some long seconds.

Druig was never one to wake up so early, if he was awake, Makkari could only assume something was bothering him.

Forgetting all about the coffee she was craving, she grabbed her shoes and advanced into the broad distance that stood between the house and where Druig was sitting down.

She didn’t bother to make her presence noted, knowing Druig was always able to tell when she approached him.

Proving her point, Druig’s eyes snapped open the second she stood in front of him, wearing an oversized t-shirt she had found on Ajak’s closet, a massive drawing of one of Kingo’s famous characters printed on it.

When Druig laid his eyes on her outfit, his mouth quirked up into a discreet smile and she rolled her eyes at him. He tapped the grass at his side, indicating she should sit down and Makkari obliged, laying against the tree as he was doing.

She could understand why he had planted himself at this spot now: the wind was less aggressive here, but a soft breeze still kissed their skin, not allowing the heat to overwhelm them. Also, it was away enough from the house to grant some privacy at the same time it allowed everyone to know where he was and that he was safe.

After all they had been through, it became a recurring habit for them to check on each other despite being all in the same house. Phastos hid it well, but he had been following Ben and Jack with his eyes at every turn and Thena wouldn’t go a whole hour without popping up behind one of them as if she was afraid they would disappear.

Makkari wouldn’t admit it, but she had entered Druig’s room more than once to make sure he was still there and panicked when she thought him to be gone.

Some seconds later, she would look over her shoulder and there he was: coming out of the kitchen, entering the living room, walking by Jack’s side as the boy told him about planets and stars.

Her shoulders would immediately relax at the sight of him and, every time, he would catch her eyes briefly and smile, as if he meant to tell her silently “I’m right here”.

— Why are you awake so early? — She asked once they were settled, side by side. Druig followed her hands with his eyes as she signed and took a moment to answer.

— I could not fall asleep. — His short response didn’t fool her for a second, but she didn’t mention it.

— Any reason for that? — She asked, turning her body towards him, observing his brow furrow as he thought about the question. Makkari watched attentively as the muscles on his throat tensed and he swallowed once before answering her.

— I found something in my room last night. — He starts, hands slowly uniting to sign. Makkari tilted her head, trying to think of a reason why that would be enough to disturb him. — Something I thought to be lost and forgotten a long time ago.

He pressed the palms of his hands against his eyelids. Makkari laid a hand on his forearm, concerned about how distressed he was.

Druig didn’t look up, but his muscles relaxed under her touch and she moved carefully to remove his hands from his face.

— What was it? — She questioned, once he stared at her again.

— It was a Marduk miniature. I gifted it to Ajak when we were living in Babylon.

Makkari’s face dropped at his answer, her heart swelling inside her chest. She understood how devastating it was to run into such a tangent memory of somebody you loved and lost.

After all, the entire house they were occupying felt like a constant and painful reminder of the empty space Ajak had left on their lives.

— I gained it from a merchant after I saved him from an angry costumer. — He laughed, but even without hearing the sound, Makkari knew it was hollow. His eyes were empty and his shoulders were slumped down, as if Druig was shrinking into himself. — I thought it didn’t exist anymore. But she kept it… I don’t even know why. — He revealed, signing faster.

— She kept it because she wanted to remember. — Makkari added quickly, their arms brushing as he bent over to pay attention to what she was saying.

— Remember what? — Druig questioned, shrugging. Makkari couldn’t contain a small smile from tugging at her lips when his face contorted in confusion.

His blue gaze was glittering as it focused on hers and, not for the first time, Makkari thought the sun had been made only for it to reflect on his eyes.

— Remember you. — She responded, laying a finger against his chest to reinforce her point.

His lips pursed and he shook his head, firmly, dismissing her answer.

— Why would she want to remember me? After everything?

— Because she loved you. She loved all of us.

— She lied to us, Makkari. For our whole lives.

— I know… I was angry too. I still am, but Ajak was my family. And you can be furious at family and still love them.

Makkari hoped he understood the underlying meaning of her words: that Druig, too, could mourn and love Ajak in the same intensity he resented her.

His eyes close for a moment as he takes a deep breath, as if he is bracing himself for what he is about to reveal.

— I realized something a while ago. Something that I didn’t allow myself to think about until now. — He blurted out. She realized he was mumbling the words as well as he was signing them, since his throat was moving constantly and she could sense the vibrations coming off him.

Considering they were alone, Makkari suspected he was voicing those words for himself, to try and make sense of what he was feeling.

— What’s it? — She asked, concern bottling up inside of her.

— I never had a mom. — As he brought his thumb to his chin in order to sign the word mom, his eyes glittered with pain.

It had never crossed her mind that Druig would be the one to bring that up.

— None of us had. — He added, firm hands forming the signs with calculated strength that pointed out how angry the statement made him feel. — I used to think I had a mom back in Olympia. Or some type of family back there. Even though I didn’t remember them, even though I left, I used to think I came from someone. But that was a lie Arishem planted on my head. We came from nothing.

Makkari wished that her hands would move as fast as the rest of her body usually did, but nothing came to her mind. There were no words of comfort that could possibly make this better. She had been plagued by the same type of thoughts when she first uncovered the truth, finding herself capable of missing a home that had never existed out of her own fabricated memories.

Still, there had been no time for her to dwell on such feelings as the possible end of the world approached and Ikaris showed his true colors. Only now, listening to Druig’s own confession of anger and disappointment, she had been able to revisit that place of mind.

Nonetheless, Makkari had found peace in knowing, regardless of how she came to be, she would always have a home by her family’s side. Despite her initial shock, being back with the other Eternals had restored her soul and the idea of leaving to find more of those who were like them filled Makkari with hope of better days to come.

Still, she couldn’t blame Druig for not seeing things in the same light. The lies that they were fed during an eternity couldn’t easily be swept away.

— And the worst part is not even that. It’s the fact Ajak was the only mom I ever had and she lied to me the whole time I knew her. — Makkari had barely recovered from the shock of his words when he went on to sign some more:

— She’s dead now. I can’t see her again. I can’t even fight her anymore. I can’t-

Druig chokes up and Makkari has to physically restrain herself from laying a comforting hand on his shoulder, fearing she would stop him from saying everything he has been keeping bottled up.

— I can’t even tell her I’m sorry for leaving. That I’m sorry she is gone and I did nothing to save her. That we believed in Ikaris’ lies, like we believed in hers.

This time, when his lips pursued and his hands fell, he stayed completely still. She waited for long moments until it became clear he had nothing else to say.

That is when Makkari leaped forward and hugged him as strongly as she could. Druig froze under her embrace for a second or two until she squeezed him harder and he gave in, throwing his arms around her. She pulled him against her chest and rested their weight against the tree, brushing through his hair with her fingers, massaging his scalp carefully.

The position was a bit awkward, considering Druig was much taller than her, but they adjusted to each other eventually and his body relaxed against her own.

Druig was never the type to ugly-cry or make much noise on times like these. Every time Makkari had seen him cry, it had been as if a blaze was slowly consuming him on the inside, erupting out of his eyes in silent tears. The only time he made noise was when the anger took over his body and his voice rose like thunder, the vibrations of it coursing through her spine. She had only ever seen it happen a few times over the course of thousands of years.

This, though, was different. He wasn’t crying because he was angry or feeling betrayed. This was pain, the type of pain he had buried deep inside to try and get away from, but, nonetheless, the sort of pain that caught up with him all the same.

The sobs erupted from his chest and made his entire body shake. Even then, Makkari didn’t let him go, holding him in place, cradled in her arms. She held him until his tears had dried out, until his body became stable under her touch again.

It took almost half an hour for him to move away from her embrace, sitting up again. His eyes were red and his cheeks were stained with tears, but the sight of his face was still the most remarkable vision of her lifetime.

— Are you okay? — She asked, not being able to let go of her concern about his state. He nodded, signing a quick “yes” back her way. Even though he was clearly shaken up, his answer seemed to be honest enough to grant her some relief. — So, let me tell you something. — Makkari starts carefully signing, trying to choose wisely what she is about to say, in order to not make him sadder.

— Sure. — He complies, tilting his head to view her better.

— I know it is hard to believe now, but she already knew all that. She kept your gift because she knew. It did not matter you had fought or that she was keeping secrets or that you were angry. She kept it because she loved you and knew you loved her.

Druig doesn’t move to sign anything, appearing to be taken aback by what she shared. Makkari bends forward and lays a hand on his cheek, softly caressing his face as he leans into the touch. She rests her forehead against his, like they did back at the beach when they saw each other again after the battle.

She took a deep breath and he followed her, the two of them falling into the same rhythm, eyes closed as they did so.

For a while, everything was still on Makkari’s mind, which didn’t happen often, so she held on to the moment for as long as she could.

Eventually, though, she was the one who pulled back, brushing his shoulder to let him know he should look back at her again.

— I am sorry you did not see her again before her death. I wish things were different. She died trying to make things better, to fix her mistakes. All we can do is try to follow her example, even now. We can only hope to make the right choices and count on each other when we don’t succeed. — Makkari hopes she is making some sense, hands hanging mid-air as she decides what to do next. — Do you understand? — She asks, finally, wanting to make sure Druig can see where she is coming from.

— I do. — Druig finally signs, nodding once he did so, biting his bottom lip for a second as he appeared to be deep in thought. — Thank you, Makkari. — She shakes her head and is about to tell him there is no need for that, but he raises a hand, making her stop. — Let me do this, alright? — He asks, sheepishly smiling at her. — Thank you, for real. I needed this today.

His gaze feels like a thousand feathers touching her skin at once as he drags his eyes across her face, almost excruciatingly slow. Not for the first time, she wonders if he can somehow sense the way her mind always overworks around him, especially when she is under his close exam.

Then, he signs again, pushing any coherent thought out of her mind in a matter of seconds.

— I really needed you. — He tells her in the same nonchalant way he says the most remarkable things that haunt Makkari even on her sleep. — Thank you for being here, as you always are. — The heat emanating from his body dwells into hers and Makkari nods, hoping he knows there is no universe where she isn’t there for him.

She lays her head on his shoulder instead of telling him that, though, and his right arm curls around her shoulders in a familiar gesture. Makkari closes her eyes as she melts against his side, her hand tightening around the soft material of his shirt.

Ajak, we miss you so much, she thinks, foolishly hoping the woman can somehow listen to her.

But don’t worry about Druig, she vows, I will look after him.

Always.

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wakandamama · 2 years

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Aye! My Eternals fandom homies, my Drukkari homies. Y'all should read my new fic I just dropped on AO3. It's a little AU post-Emergence about Druig and Makkari having a baby and the whole family rolling with it. It a bit angsty, a bit hurt/comfot, a bit romantic, a whole lotta slice of life. Please stop by on it! 🥰😁🥰😁

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n1ght5h4d3-24 · 2 years

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Nach Mera Hero (Alfasl Althaalith)

A/N: Italics are Diana’s memories.

~Previously~

In between giving tours, Diana spent her free time in the gift shop, chatting with Steven. That's how their friendship slowly blossomed over the course of a few days. The two of them would discuss the Egyptian era over the counter of the gift shop, in between customers before Diana had to lead another tour.

Something about today was going to be different, Diana could feel it as she woke up to her alarm going off on time. She pressed the off button then got out of bed after throwing her blankets back. Her bare feet padded across the floor over to her closet and she went through her clothes looking for the right outfit for the day before heading over to her small bathroom to take a quick shower then got dressed. She prepared herself a bowl of cereal for breakfast but before pouring her milk into her bowl, she popped across the hallway to knock on Steven's door.

"Steven, wake up call." she calls out.

"Right, okay. Thanks," she hears him call back after a moment.

She makes her way back into her flat and enjoys her breakfast after pouring milk into her bowl. Her gaze flickered around her flat as she ate, thinking to herself. Ever since Steven had told her about his sleeping problems, she took it upon herself to be his wake up call so that he wouldn't end up late for work.

She finishes up her cereal and placed her bowl in the sink then finished getting ready for the day. Just as she stepped out of her flat, so did Steven. They both locked their doors behind themselves then turned around to face each other.

"Ready to face the day?" she asks.

"Ready as I'll ever be, I suppose." he answers.

She looped her arm with his and the duo made their way down the hall towards the lift. They stepped aboard the lift once it arrived to their floor and took it down to the first level. When they walked out of the building, they had to step around the man who was always selling brooms and such in front of the building's entrance then made their way down the street to the bus stop. They caught the bus and rode their way towards the British Museum.

It didn't take long for Steven to rest his head on Diana's right shoulder, she put her arm around him to keep him steady as they rode along. When the bus reached their stop, Diana nudged Steven awake before taking his hand in hers, pulling him off the bus and across the street up the steps of the museum. Steven's cheeks had turned pink when he felt her fingers intertwine with his, he still wasn't completely used to her just taking his hand at random to either pull him along or offer him comfort.

He felt coldness spread in his hand once Diana let go, as this is when they'd part ways to go to their respective positions. His dark brown eyes can't help but roam over her figure, taking in her outfit of choice for the day before his gaze was trailing back up to her face to meet her green-blue eyes, face flushing once again when he realized that she was looking back at him.

"S-so, I'll s-see you fo-for lunch...r-right?" he asks, stumbling over his words in nervousness.

"Of course! As always," she smiles at him.

He gives her a tentative nod before making his way into the gift shop. Her blue-green eyes observe his departing form, taking the chance to admire his backside without him noticing. She smirked to herself, which then dropped when she heard footsteps approach her.

"Diana, two people have requested to have a private tour lead by you." Donna tells her.

"Oh? Who are they?" Diana wonders.

"One said that she's a friend from college and the other is her niece. They're waiting for you over by the security platform. J.B has been keeping them company." Donna tells her.

Diana's eyes widened and she quickly turned on her heels, "Thanks Donna!" she calls back.

She swiftly makes her way over to the security platform to see two familiar faces baring J.B's presence. Her green-blue eyes caught the younger girl's hands clenching down by her sides, as if to control herself from lashing out.

"Sylvia! Sarah!" Diana called out to the pair under fake names. "It's so good to see you both again. I heard you asked for a tour from me, so right this way."

Sersi and Sprite's faces showed immediate relief when Diana came to their rescue from the annoying security guard and they quickly followed after their friend.

"What are you guys doing here? I wasn't expecting the visit." Diana asks once the three of them were more or less alone.

"Sprite has recently come from visiting Ajak who told her to come to London to check on me and I told her that you were here as well, so we decided to come visit...just to see how you were doing." Sersi tells her.

"Thanks for saving us from that guy, by the way. He was starting to get on my nerves." Sprite says.

Diana can't help but laugh at the young appearing Eternal, "I'm so glad that I got to you in time. I would not want to deal with the mean boss lady."

"So how are you doing?" Sersi asks her.

"Better. I've made a friend and being a tour guide isn't so bad since...well ya know." Diana tells her.

Sersi looks her over, "But you haven't been sleeping enough." she takes note of the dark circles under her friend's eyes.

"Who is this friend of yours? Can we meet them?" Sprite asks, wanting to change the subject.

Diana looks down at the red-head, "Sure. Just be nice to him."

"Ooo, him?" Sprite said in a teasing tone.

"Sprite," the dirty blonde said in a warning tone.

"Okay, okay. I'll be nice, promise."

Diana looked at her in suspicion before nodding her head, then leads the two of them over to the gift shop. The trio stood in the entrance way to the gift shop, watching Steven work behind the counter.

"That's your friend?" Sprite asks, with judgement in her tone.

The Lunar Eternal looked down at her illusionist friend, "Be nice. He's been really nice to me and he's very sweet. "she tells her.

"Well then, let's go meet him." Sersi said, interrupting a brewing argument.

Diana nodded her head and led her friends over to the gift shop counter. Hearing footsteps approaching him, Steven looked up and was surprised to see Diana in front of him already, with two other people.

"O-oh hello." he offers a slight wave.

"Steven, this is my friend, Sylvia, from college and...her niece, Sarah." she introduces her friends to him.

"N-nice to meet th-the both of you. I-I'm Steven...with a V." he felt nervous, meeting his neighbor's friends...not realizing that his friendship with Diana had gotten to the point of meeting those close to her.

"It's nice to meet you, Steven," Sersi/Sylvia tells him, smiling politely.

"L-likewise. S-so what brings y-you guys to the museum?" he mentally cursed at himself for stuttering as he tried to make small conversation with Diana's friends.

"Just came to visit Diana. Check out how she's doing with her new job and how she's settling in." she tells him.

"O-oh. Well she makes a wonderful tour guide! Best one I've ever seen." he proudly boasts on her behalf.

Sersi smiles slightly and Sprite smirks at the man, making him nervous again.

"So...you fancy our beloved Diana, do you?" Sprite/Sarah asks him bluntly.

"W-what? Wh-why would you...I-I mean...w-well..." Steven stumbles over his words.

Sprite continues to smirk at the brunet's nervousness and Sersi felt pity for him. Diana was curious about his honest answer but he suddenly freezes and just stares at the three of them.

"Um...I think I'll just show these two around." Diana says finally.

"But he hasn't answered my question yet," Sprite interjects.

"Spri-Sarah, leave the poor man alone. He has a job to do and we came here to spend time with Diana." Sersi tells her.

Sprite sighs, "Fine. Lead the way, Diana."

The dirty blonde gives Steven a look of sympathy for her friend's behavior before leading the two of them out of the gift shop and around the museum. The first place she brought them, was to the display of the painting of them fighting a Deviant during the Egyptian era.

"Do y'all remember this day? I didn't realize that there was someone watching us fight back then." she says.

"Of course." Sprite stated.

"I too thought we got everyone to safety whilst battling the Deviant. But, it's an interesting memory to look back on." Sersi mentions.

"It is isn't it. Oh! And there's this other painting with Makkari on it, over this way." Diana tells them.

Most of Diana's work morning was spent showing Sersi and Sprite around the museum, reliving old memories as they walked about the exhibits. When it was time for her break, she said goodbye to her friends and sent them on their way before heading into the gift shop to retrieve Steven for their usual lunch rendezvous.

"Ready for lunch?" she questioned him.

"Yeah. Let me clock out on break." he tells her.

She nods and waits around for him to finish up a couple of things before he clocked out on break. The two of them walk towards the back of the museum and into the staff room. Diana makes her way over to the fridge to pull out two burritos. She turns around to see that Steven had taken to watching the weather outside the window. It had started to pour and the loud ambiance of the raindrops hitting the roof covered the dirty blonde's footsteps as she snuck up behind the brunet. She wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her chin on his left shoulder. He tensed up under her, still not used to her showing him affection although they've been friends for a few days already and she was always showing him affection over that time period. It took him a couple of moments to relax under her, breathing out slowly as he did so.

"I got us burritos for lunch," she tells him softly.

She places one of the burritos in one of his hands before gazing out the window to watch the pouring rain. It was definitely coming down outside, and she was glad that they were inside, dry from the storm. The dirty blonde eventually let go of the brunet and took a seat in a free chair then unwrapped her burrito, taking a bite out of one end. She chewed thoughtfully, getting pulled into her thoughts.

Diana leaned beside Druig, munching on a snack that he shared with her, as they watched Phastos work on creating something new for the human race. Sprite was watching from the other side of the room, then Ajak walked in.

"Phastos, did you go to the party last night like I told you to?" she asks him.

"Party? Y-yeah..."

"He worked all night." Druig interjects.

"Who's talking to you?" Phastos asks him.

Druig and Diana both snicker at their fellow Eternal being caught.

"Get a life," Ajak tells him. "And where is Sersi?"

"Late as usual." Sprite comments.

"I am sorry, I have something very exciting to show you, okay?" Phastos grabs Ajak's hand and leads her over to look at his new schematic. "Wait till you see this."

Ajak looks at it in confusion, not quite sure what it was she was looking at.

"What is it?" she voices her confusion.

"It's an engine. It moves steam from high pressure to low pressure. It will help them till their fields at an incredibly fast rate." Phastos explains.

"It's going to freak them out." Diana commented.

"She's right. I mean, they've only had the wheel for a thousand years so..." Druig trailed off.

"You know...we could do that thing...you know, where you use your mind to control everything they could do and..."

"Hey Ajak, you listening to this?" Druig asks their Prime Eternal.

"Phastos. This steam..."

"Engine," he supplies for Ajak.

"...is too soon." Ajak tells him.

Sersi walks in, in that moment.

"There she is." Sprite points out.

"What did I miss?" Sersi wonders.

"Nothing, just the screams of my big disappointment." Phastos informs her.

"I am sure you can think of something simpler," Ajak tells him.

"Simple...okay...let's see...uh..." Phastos messes around with his projected invention. "Ladies and gentleman, I present to you...the plough. Cause that's what it does. Ploughs dirt."

"I met another group of settlers who are building their houses in the northern fields. They will need to plant their own crops." Sersi mentions.

"Thanks, Sersi." Phastos comments.

"Listen...humanity may be coming along slower than some of us want. But there's no telling what wonders they will discover as they advance." Ajak says.

"Diana?" a timid voice calls, bringing the girl out of her memories.

Her blue-green eyes flicker to meet dark brown eyes looking at her in mild concern.

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay? I called your name a couple of times and you seemed to be out of it." Steven tells her.

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'm good. Was just remembering another life." she assures him.

"Oh, alright. Well, you should probably finish up your burrito...our break is nearly over." he mentions.

Diana looks down at her burrito that she had only taken a bite out of before remembering a life time ago. She goes about finishing her burrito before their break was over and quickly cleans up after herself.

"You got any plans for tonight?" she asks out of the blue.

Steven was startled by her sudden question.

"Uh...n-no. Don't think so, no." he answered.

"Excellent! You're gonna come over to my flat and we're gonna watch movies and pull an all-nighter together." she tells him, leaving him no room for argument.

Steven looked at her with wide eyes, "Uh...s-sure...ye-yeah okay."

"Good. Come by around six thirty-ish, I'll make us dinner tonight as well."

"O-okay...s-sounds good. A-although...y-you don't...you don't have to...to make us d-dinner. I c-could always...I mean...I wouldn't want you to...but I g-guess that if y-you uh..." Steven rambled in nervousness.

Diana placed both her hands on his shoulders, "Take a deep breath. It's alright. I don't mind making dinner for us, it'll be my pleasure."

"O-okay...only if you're sure. Don't w-want you to be...uh...burdened with..." he tells her.

"Steven, it was my idea. It's no burden at all and of course I'm sure."

"R-right...then I'll be th-there."

Diana nodded then let go of Steven's shoulders and walked out of the staff room. Steven followed her out, the both of them returning to their jobs after clocking back in from their break.

-Next Up-

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makeitmakesomesense · 7 months

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War and Peace

Eternal!Reader x Yelena Belova, Eternals Family Fic

@flufftober Day 2 Family, Friends and Loved Ones

Word Count 6.5K.

Your mother is the Goddess of War.

You were adopted by her when you were too young to remember.

Your mother, Thena has a sickness. It is called Mahd Wy’ry and there is no cure. Sometimes, she forgets herself. She becomes violent and she hurts people.

Her family worried when she brought you to them as a small child. Holding you tight to her chest, Thena called herself your mother.

She told you later that she would have fought the world to keep you.

Still, with her sickness, the potential danger couldn’t be ignored.

It was Ajak who made the final decision. She often did. She said that Thena could not hurt you. That even the thoughts of sickness could not make her harm her child.

The rest of your family were doubtful. But, in the end Ajak was right.

Your mother told you that the Mahd Wy’ry felt like church bells ringing in her mind. That sometimes they grew too loud to ignore.

‘But l always hear your voice.’ She told you when you were small, sitting in her lap and playing with her long hair. You loved listening to her speak, believing absolutely in the quiet authority of her words.

Your mother lived with her partner, Gilgamesh. They had been together for thousands of years. Ajak told you once that their souls had begun to bleed together.

When you were young, you didn’t understand that you were human. There weren’t many people to compare yourself to. You’d only known the eternal beings around you.

Your mother and Gilgamesh lived in the middle of nowhere. Before you had come, they had lived even more remotely in the Australian outback.

For as long as you could remember, you’d lived in Canada. When Thena took you in, Ajak’s only request had been that you would all move closer to her ranch in the US. Canada was the obvious choice. Thena’s sickness made the low population and empty landscape preferable.

You’d only met a few members of your extended family. Sersi and Ajak had been visiting ever since you were very small.

You loved spending time with Sersi. She was unwaveringly calm.

You knew your mother loved you more than anything. You felt it in the way she looked at you, in the way she held you tight when you were scared. But there was still a feeling, an uncertainty that her sickness brought with it. Sometimes, you would watch wide eyed as Gilgamesh had to remove her, silently but forcefully from the room.

Sersi was steadier. When you were little, she would sit quietly in the corner with you as the adults talked. She’d pick up small objects and change them for your entertainment. You never grew tired of watching glass turn to water, or stone to dust.

Ajak felt older than the others. She always brought you gifts when you visited. More often than not, she brought books that told you the ancient history of the world. Your family was in most of the stories. You would turn the pages, fascinated.

Ajak talked to you about everyone else in the family. Thena rarely mentioned the others and you could tell that she usually didn’t care about Ajak’s stories. Selfishly, you loved that Thena cared for very few and for you especially.

Ajak told you about the ones that had not yet met you, and about the ones that did not want to. Your family talked about Sprite sometimes. You’d met her once when you were very little. Now, she refused to see you. Ajak told you that being able to grow up was a special gift and that Sprite wished to be like you. That it’s hard to be around what you can’t have.

You didn’t understand what she’d said. You didn’t understand what growing up meant, that your life could not stay the same forever. It already felt so complete.

In your youngest years. When you had everything to learn and when learning always felt like play. You could remember only Thena. Even in your haziest memories, there was always the image of her white dress.

You remembered her tight arms and her soft songs. The sound of her heart as she carried you on long walks. The steady footfall of Gilgamesh beside you.

It was hard to understand that Thena could be anything other than your mother. Like the safe warmth of a cocoon, her love wrapped around you.

Gilgamesh was the perfect addition to your childhood memories. He made your house, a cabin in the heart of the forest, feel like a home. As you grew older, he showed you how to cook, build and fish. He gave you confidence with your hands.

He argued sometimes with Thena. Ever since you were young, she had refused to teach you how to fight. Gilgamesh wanted you to be able to defend yourself.

Thena’s very purpose was violence. It made up her character like love and a soul. You would watch her as she practiced with weapons that she conjured from the air. She never hesitated, even when she sparred with Gilgamesh in his worst moods. She fought like she was predestined for victory.

You did not have the same violence inside you as Thena. And though you knew she would never hurt you. The violence inside her scared you deeply.

You’d seen the same fear in her eyes too. Once when you were small, you’d tried to get close to Gilgamesh and Thena as they practiced fighting. You’d been curious about the quick, beautiful movements. Thena’s blade had been inches from your throat before she’d realized.

As you grew older, Thena’s sickness became a larger part of your life.

Gilgamesh had always tried to shield you from it. But a few incidents inevitably slipped through the cracks.

Once, Gilgamesh had left you both at the dinner table. He’d left to check the pie he was baking for later. You watched Thena’s eyes roll white, your own eyes widening at the sight. Her hand had spasmed with a dinner knife in it. You jumped in fear when it clattered against her plate. Thena told you that everyone was going to die. She gasped like she was underwater.

You’d never felt scared like that before. You didn’t recognise your mother. You watched her get to her feet, a new golden dagger sliding against her palm. You watched it slice easily through the thick wooden table that Gilgamesh had built by hand.

Thena turned her unseeing stare on you. Fear paralyzed you.

Gilgamesh dropped his pie as he walked through the door.

Thena apologized later. She didn’t need to, because you didn’t blame her. The haunting regret in her face told you everything. You didn’t hear her crying that night. But you saw the red evidence of tears in the morning.

You never blamed your mother. You just hated that she could be lost so easily.

The next time it happened, Gilgamesh had fallen asleep in the middle of the afternoon. He was slumped in a comfortable chair across from you. You were watching Thena as she sketched in a notebook. Your gaze flickered between them, waiting with gleeful anticipation for Thena to realize. Gilgamesh was always accidentally falling asleep and it annoyed her every time.

When Thena dropped her notebook, you thought for a moment that she was about to reach over and nudge him awake. Then, she turned to stare down at the ground. Despite the sharp bend in her neck, she held herself rigidly still.

You heard her start to murmur incoherently and your heart sank unpleasantly into your stomach.

You started speaking to Thena in a low voice, watching nervously as a sharp weapon appeared in her hand. Her arm twitched erratically. Then, her head tilted towards you and with some relief you realized that she could hear you.

You kept talking, keeping your voice low to hide its persistent tremor. Slowly, the weapon faded from her hand.

‘I love you.’ You reminded her at last, reaching out to touch her hand. The touch seemed to bring Thena back to herself.

Her eyes stayed white, but a slow tear rolled down her cheek.

You moved forward, instinctive as you tried to take away her sadness.

‘Careful.’ Gilgamesh told you quietly.

It was not often that you ignored him, but you did then. You hugged Thena unsurely, your heart thumping with uncontrolled fear.

Thena held you tightly. Instinctively, she began rocking you gently. She began to hum some ancient lullaby from when you’d been smallest.

You knew that everything had changed that day.

The next time it happened, you were the one who talked Thena down. And the time after.

You watched a stress begin to fade from Gilgamesh. He seemed happier, more relaxed as he lived each day with one less worry.

Very occasionally, he left the two of you together. He would disappear for an hour or two at a time; to fish, or walk, or even to drink with strangers.

As you grew into your teenage years. You started to wish for more than the small, insular world that you’d been presented with so far. You couldn’t help wondering about the nearest town, just a thirty minute drive away.

You’d heard about other humans. About the wars they caused and the slow pace of their progress. Still you longed for a friend, someone like you.

Your future had changed too. You could see now that Thena would never be lost to her sickness again, not if you were there to help. Even as time forced you to grow up, you accepted that you would never leave this life. Your family would always be your home.

You’d heard about romantic love and about friendship, you’d seen pictures in books of the beauty that the outside world held. It didn’t seem as real as the small world you knew.

Gilgamesh knew your decision without you having to talk about it.

One day, when you were fishing together by the lake, he sighed and put his hand on your shoulder.

“When you love something, you protect it. It is the most natural thing in the world.”

You nodded at his words, if anyone could understand, it was him.

For your 16th birthday, there was somewhat of a family reunion. Sersi and Ajak had come to visit. So had Kingo, who you were meeting for the first time.

On the day of your 16th birthday, half the universe disappeared.

‘Probably just a coincidence!’ Kingo had scribbled in his last minute birthday card.

Your family had sensed the change like it was something in the air. You had been completely oblivious. One moment, you’d been sitting at a nearly full dining table. The next moment, Thena’s hands gripped your shoulders as she told you firmly to stay still. The warning in her eyes made you instantly obedient.

You watched your family leave and suddenly felt empty with inadequacy. You’d always admired the way your family’s own history was woven along with the world’s. You were proud to be your mother’s daughter. But, for the first time, you realized how little you had to offer to your family or to anyone.

You spent the rest of the day alone, trying not to be bitter about a global catastrophe and bad timing. You tried not to dwell on your new dark thoughts.

Your family returned in dregs throughout the evening. There was something tortured about the look in each of their eyes.

You touched Ajak’s arm worriedly when she returned. ‘We’ve seen a lot of human grief. It never gets easier.’ She said softly. You could feel the palpable heaviness from the room.

Whatever human suffering they’d witnessed had sent Thena over the edge.

Unlike the others, your mother didn’t come back into the house. Instead, you watched her from the window as she tread the same path through the forest, weaving in and out of trees with steady focus.

She ignored Gilgamesh as he talked to her from the porch. Her eyes were determined, but you caught the darker emotions wrestling across her face.

Thena circled the cabin all night, guarding all of you from nothing. You lay in bed that night, listening to her soft footsteps outside.

Every few hours, you heard the low pleading voices of different members of your family, trying to convince her to come back inside. Thena refused them all.

You’d heard that evening about the billions of humans that had suddenly turned to ash.

Your mind lingered on the thought. It could so easily have been you. You thought of your mother and what grief would one day do to her.

The next morning, everyone watched you as you made yourself breakfast, clearly worried that your mother’s strange behavior was upsetting you. Sersi stood with you, asking careful questions about how you’d slept.

You just shrugged, took out a second plate and began to fill it with breakfast for Thena.

‘It’s not her fault. She wants to fight anything that could hurt her.’ You said simply, glancing at Gilgamesh for confirmation. He nodded with an expression that seemed like a tired type of acceptance.

You interrupted Thena’s steady patrol with your offering of food. The serious look faded from her expression when she saw you standing on the cabin porch. Her mouth twitched into an automatic smile.

‘It’s been a long time since someone gave me an offering.’ She said wryly, slowing as she approached you. You sat with her on the wooden steps and began to eat. She didn’t speak and neither did you. Her arm wrapped tightly around your shoulders and you knew she was reminding herself that you were still there.

The others stayed for nearly a week. They discussed the snap endlessly, offering different theories about what humanity would do next. Thena barely paid attention. Instead, she stayed close to you, eyes flickering with constant readiness around the room.

Approximately 5 years later and half the universe returned. Thankfully, it did not ruin your birthday twice.

There is not much to say about the days before the quakes began. Your life had been outlined for a long time. Every day felt like another piece of an inevitable plan falling into place. Time blurred easily.

You knew Gilgamesh was pushing for you to have a more normal human life, but Thena would not be convinced. Your mother was unashamedly selfish in her refusal.

You heard her voice raise once as you returned from the forest.

‘She stays with us.’ Thena’s sharp tones caught your ears. ‘Her life will be over so fast.’

‘Exactly.’ Gilgamesh had thrown back with unexpected force.

You dismissed their argument as irrelevant. You knew you wouldn’t be leaving.

Gilgamesh’s only victory was teaching you how to drive.

After the driving lessons, when you returned back to the cabin, Thena would always be standing on the porch. The golden light of home would burn behind her. Her hands would grip the wooden railing as she waited for you.

‘I can’t protect you when you aren’t here.’ She told you, kissing your hair as you walked inside.

The Deviant came shortly after the first quakes rattled the Earth. The monster that had haunted your childhood nightmares found Gilgamesh alone in the forest. You were in the kitchen with your mother. Thena’s head had turned instantly at the far off sound. She was out the door before you could speak.

Later, they returned together. Immediately, you could tell that Thena was not all there. Gilgamesh kept his hand on her back, gentle but firm as he directed her back to the house.

Seeing you waiting for her on the porch, Thena’s gaze locked on you. She seemed fragile and you didn’t know what to say.

You kept your hand on her shoulder as you led her to the small garden behind the cabin. Summer was beginning and the flowers had started to bloom. You sat together. You let the sunshine and the rustling sounds of nature soothe the worried look in her far off stare.

When Gilgamesh came out to sit with you, he brought Thena her sketch pad. You watched with muted concern as she began to hurriedly chalk out strange, alien scenes. One after another, the drawings piled up.

‘I think the others will arrive soon.’ Gilamesh told you both. ‘Noone has seen a Deviant for centuries.’

Thena didn’t respond, hands still busy with her drawings. You brushed her shoulder worriedly as Gilgamesh headed back inside to make food.

Still without words, Thena grabbed your hand and held it tightly. You felt her apprehension thread inside you. Something terrible was coming.

Your mother made a dagger from the air and spun it with her fingers. You watched it twirl as fear seeped into you.

You only met Ikaris and Sprite very briefly. Together with Sersi, they had found Ajak dead on her ranch and now every plan had changed. There was no question that Gilgamesh and Thena would have to go with them.

There was no question that you would have to stay. Before they left, Sersi gave you a smartphone. You’d used her own phone briefly before, but still the technology was new to you. You promised to answer when they called.

Your mother did not say goodbye to you. Instead, she held your face gently between her hands. She looked at you with an expression full of worry. She pressed her forehead against yours and whispered ‘Be safe.’ It was the first time she’d spoken since the Deviant.

You watched your family leave and realized, as the loss of Ajak hit you with force, that immortality didn’t make them safe either.

Despite your quiet upbringing in the middle of nowhere, you had never known silence like this before. Two days passed and nobody called you. There was too much silence at the cabin.

You decided to drive into town, keen to be anywhere else. You knew also that if you could find the right signal, you could find news updates on your smartphone.

As you pulled into the usually quiet town, you noticed immediately the black cars lining the usually deserted streets. There were small groups of people caught in serious looking discussions. You drove past most of them, and finally pulled into one of the only free spaces left.

A blonde girl in a gray coat watched you park, she was leaning against a wall. You got out of your car and the blonde girl began to walk lazily over to you.

Before she even spoke, your heart started pounding in your chest. Her eyes slid down your white dress, a hand-me-down from your mother.

‘Are you looking for the monster?’ She asked casually.

You felt shy and scared at the same time.

‘No. What monster?’ You asked, looking automatically over your shoulder.

The girl’s eyes danced with amusement.

She gestured over her shoulder at the expanse of forest you’d just driven through.

‘Apparently, some hikers saw this giant alien creature.’ Her eyes widened dramatically. ‘Now the authorities have shown up.’

‘Oh, I’m sure it’s nothing.’ You said hurriedly, feeling overwhelmed. ‘Maybe it was a bear.’

The girl smiled patiently, as if your lie was obvious and she didn’t need to tell you. ‘I’m Yelena.’ She said after a moment.

‘I’m Y/N.’ You introduced yourself. Suddenly, you remembered the imaginary games you’d played as a child. Elaborate daydreams where you’d find yourself with a friend.

‘So, Y/N, why are you in town?’ Yelena asked.

‘Oh.’ You held out your brand new smartphone, brightening with a question that felt safe to answer. ‘I want to link this to the internet.’ You gestured vaguely to the sky. ‘But there’s no signal where I live.’

‘You live there?’ Yelena nodded back to the forest where the Deviant had been found.

You didn’t answer, scared to speak as you realized that this girl was much smarter than you. Yelena only nodded at your silence.

‘I can help with that.’ She gestured to your phone. ‘Help get it… linked up.’

‘Oh. Thank you, that’s so kind.’ You said gratefully.

Yelena suggested getting a drink at the local bar while she looked at your phone. You followed her inside, looking interestedly at the interior of a room that was not in your home.

The bartender looked you both up and down disinterestedly before returning his attention to the television set up at the side of the bar. There were two men, well dressed and serious looking, also watching the small screen.

‘Can I get you a drink?’ Yelena offered.

You racked your mind trying to think of what Gilgamesh often drank. ‘Can I get some mead?’ You asked.

Yelena’s eyebrows raised dangerously and you knew you’d said something wrong.

‘I don’t think they sell that.’ She told you, almost teasingly. ‘But I can ask.’

‘Right.’ You mumbled, embarrassment burning your cheeks.

She returned with two beers. You tried not to pull a face of disgust as you sipped yours. Mead was definitely sweeter than this.

Yelena’s hand slid across the table. A new feeling shot through your spine as you watched. She lifted your phone and began to look at the settings.

‘You were on airplane mode.’ She explained after a few seconds, handing you back the phone.

Your fingers brushed hers as you took the phone back. For a second, you forgot to breathe.

‘Right.’ You said again.

‘Easy mistake.’ She grinned, taking another sip of her beer.

‘Are you here to find the monster?’ You asked, trying suddenly to deflect the attention away from you.

Yelena shrugged. ‘It’s why I came. But now it’s much more interesting.’

‘Oh?’ You squeaked nervously.

‘The police found the monster pretty fast.’ She told you. ‘Cut up into lots of pieces.’

You kept your face very still.

‘Bit strange.’ Yelena commented as she continued to drink her beer. ‘Who goes into the forest with a blade. And who has the strength to use it like that.’

You remembered a name you’d heard over the dinner table.

‘Maybe it was the Avengers.’ You offered casually.

Yelena met your gaze then. Her stare was full of sudden unspoken sadness.

‘Maybe.’ She said at last.

You didn’t know how to tell her that you recognised her grief. You touched her hand unsurely.

Yelena’s eyes flashed and she withdrew her hand. You tried to ignore the sting of rejection, certain you hadn’t imagined the look in her eyes. You glanced down as your phone screen lit up.

Many missed calls and a single voicemail. You pushed your chair back, ignoring the screeching sound.

‘I have to -’ You muttered unthinkingly, as you called back the number and hurried to the door.

Sersi answered. Her calm voice soothed you immediately.

‘It’s over now. You’re safe.’ She said simply. You took a deep breath. ‘Is everyone okay?’ You asked.

Sersi hesitated. The pause lasted several seconds. Your stomach swooped with horrible anticipation.

‘Gilgamesh.’ You said hollowly as pieces clicked together. If it had been your mother, Gilgamesh would have found you already. Sersi said something else, but you didn’t hear. Numbly, you ended the call. You gripped the wall next to you and tried to breathe.

You made it to your car and started to cry. Half-blind from tears, you started to drive. Gilgamesh had been your father in everything but name. He had made your world safe. You’d never told him.

Regret clung like a bad taste in your mouth.

You drove back to the cabin, some part of you believing that Gilgamesh, or even your mother might be waiting for you. You found the cabin standing empty and knew that you were alone.

You stayed in your car until you were ready to check your phone again. One new message from Sersi.

‘Give her time. She loves you.’

You realized that you must have missed Sersi telling you that your mother wasn’t coming home. You stared at the cabin as dusk settled in. Without the usual bright lights inside, it seemed stark and unwelcoming.

You stiffened as a low rumbling sound began to build behind you. When you recognised the blonde girl driving the truck, you got out of your car to face her.

Yelena stepped out of her vehicle and didn’t hesitate.

‘Are you part of a cult?’ She demanded, scanning the forest clearing carefully. She moved next to you, guarded in her stance.

‘No.’ You muttered, wiping tears from your face.

Yelena looked at you like she didn’t believe you.

‘You try to order a drink from the 1300s. You don’t know how to use a phone. You’re wearing that dress. You get a mysterious call that makes you cry and then you hurry back to this creepy cabin in the woods.’ Yelena’s strong accent emphasized every word.

‘It’s not a cult.’ You muttered, using your sleeves to wipe more relentless tears. ‘My mother’s partner. He - .’ You choked on the words.

Yelena’s face softened immediately.

‘I’m so sorry. I am such an idiot.’ She told you. You felt her arms open and accepted the offered hug. You knew she was still a stranger but at that moment you only wanted to feel better.

‘Is your mother here?’ Yelena asked you. She sounded steady, as if she knew what needed to happen next. It reassured you. You shook your head. ‘No, she uh. I think that she’s taking some space.’

Yelena’s lips pressed together.

‘Is there someone else you can call?’ She asked at last. You shook your head, beginning to feel the heavy weight of grief. ‘I don’t know anybody except my family.’

Yelena looked worried then.

‘I think we should get out of here.’ She said at last, hand touching your shoulder.

Together, you walked into the cabin. Yelena waited in the living room as you disappeared to fill a bag with clothes. When you came back, you caught her looking interestedly at your mother’s chalk drawings. You didn’t care. The place felt so empty that you could barely stand it. Yelena led you to her truck and began to drive back along the road to the town.

You let her drive. You didn’t know where you were going, but you didn’t want to be alone anymore.

As you drove, Yelena kept asking you questions. About your family, your childhood, about your knowledge of the outside world. She flinched apologetically when her questions made you speak about Gilgamesh, but she didn’t stop asking.

You tried to answer as best you could. You couldn’t help trusting Yelena, but she was also the first human you’d ever met. You kept the details hazy, as you described an idyllic childhood lived in nature.

The truck approached a large sprawling mass of buildings. You looked curiously at the place that dwarfed anything you’d seen before.

‘Is this a city?’ You asked Yelena and she snorted loudly. ‘Sure, if 2,000 people can make a city.’

Your eyes widened, it was more people than you could imagine. Yelena parked in a hotel parking lot.

‘This is where I’ve been staying.’ She said. ‘Come on, I’ll get you a room too.’

A wave of inadequacy settled over you as Yelena walked you into the hotel. She spoke with the woman behind a desk, who gave you a sympathetic look. You brushed the tear tracks on your cheeks embarrassedly.

The woman booked you into the room next to Yelena’s. You walked up together.

‘Want to hang out for a bit?’ Yelena offered, as you stood together in the hotel corridor. ‘We could order food.?

You nodded, realizing suddenly just how hungry you were. Yelena had a practiced ease about her as she led you into her space.

You eyed the contents of her room curiously. Without your mother and the compelling gravity of your family home, the world felt brand new.

The small room was messy, a variety of debris emanating from an open suitcase that had been flung onto the small armchair in the corner of the room.

Yelena shrugged her gray coat from her shoulders and threw it over the suitcase. The gesture seemed casual, but you couldn't help wondering if it was intentional. You forced yourself to stay calm, it was natural that a person would be self conscious with someone new in their space.

Yelena picked up the hotel phone and started to dial for room service. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up but you couldn’t figure out why. Your gaze finally landed on the stack of books piled on the vanity across from you.

Fear trickled down your spine like ice water. A paperback of ‘The Epic of Gilgamesh’ lay on top of a copy of ‘Athena: The Story of a Goddess.’

You looked at Yelena, who stood frozen, watching you with the hotel phone still in her hand. You heard something like your mother’s voice shouting in your head. You bolted for the door.

You couldn’t run far and there wasn’t anywhere you could think to hide. You typed a desperate message to Sersi as you hurried down the hotel’s emergency exit stairs. You didn’t know if you’d sent it right. The message was a different color to the one she’d sent you earlier. Despair flared in your chest.

You reached the bottom of the stairs and the door swung open casually. Yelena stood in the doorway. Her eyes swam with guilt but you could tell from the tight line of her jaw that she was determined.

Any fleeting hope of finally having your first friend dissipated.

‘They shouldn’t have kept you like that.’ Yelena told you with forced calm. Her voice seemed to simmer with anger and sadness. ‘None of it was real.’

For the first time, you met someone else’s anger with your own.

‘Of course it was real.’ You snapped. You could guess Yelena’s intentions now.

Gilgamesh had always been there to protect your mother from herself. But he had also been there to ward off others who might see her potential as a weapon of destruction.

Now that job appeared to have fallen to you.

‘How did you find us?’ You asked. Your voice was quiet and you could feel yourself trembling. You had never felt anger like this before. You’d never met someone who wanted to hurt your family.

You suddenly knew as you clenched your fists that you were not weak. You had been raised by gods.

Yelena took a step forward.

‘Stay back.’ You told her furiously. She paused and her hands slipped loosely into her pockets. You waited for her to deliver a weapon from them but Yelena stayed still.

‘I didn’t know that they were keeping you there.’ Yelena told you abruptly. She was trying to hold your gaze and you weren’t sure if you should let her have it. If this is part of another trick that you wouldn’t see coming. ‘I was given a mission to find your mother. Someone is looking to pay her generously for her powers.’

‘I didn’t know about you.’ Yelena promised as she continued. ‘I’m not going to betray you, or your family.’ She hesitated. ‘I know what it’s like to lose people.’

In a flash, you remembered seeing her brief moment of grief earlier at the bar. You felt sudden indecision burn inside you. You took a deep breath and decided you wanted to trust her. You didn’t know if you were being reckless, you wished that you’d had some experience of the real world before today. Your family and your home felt far away.

‘Okay.’ You said at last. You walked forward and watched Yelena’s eyes widen as you reached out to take her hand. You didn’t know if this was what friends did, but you knew you wanted to. After a second, Yelena squeezed your hand back and you smiled. You were right, it was that simple.

Later that evening, you sat together on Yelena's bed, a pizza box in the space between you. You watched her silently, despite everything still in awe of the first real person you’d ever met. You already knew they weren't all this special.

‘But of course, you’re not actually an alien.’ Yelena ended her explanation of she'd found herself at your house, as she chewed the final slice of her pizza.

“Sometimes it feels like it.’ You admitted quietly. There was a long pause as Yelena watched you. You didn't look up, a strange shame seeping over you.

‘I was raised to be a soldier.’ Yelena told you at last in a tight voice. Her expression was brittle and when you looked up, you saw that her eyes were far off. ‘They brainwashed me into something that wasn’t even human.’

Something in her lost expression reminded you of your mother. You hummed cautiously, letting Yelena’s attention snap back to the room. You put a careful hand on her shoulder. Yelena blinked uncertainly and she looked younger. After a moment, she leaned her cheek against your hand.

The whole world was full of broken people. You’d never realized before. Yelena started to speak again.

You moved your hand without thinking, twisting it to brush the side of Yelena’s face gently. Yelena watched you, her expression was open.

‘You were a child?’ You asked, desperate to understand every piece of her and not knowing why.

Yelena nodded carefully, eyes never leaving you. ‘It took me years to get out. I found my sister again.’ She paused. If you hadn’t been holding her gaze, you wondered if she’d have continued with the truth.

‘She died.’ Yelena whispered into the quiet room. Wordlessly, you brushed a tear from her cheek with your thumb.

‘I’ve never said that aloud before.’ Yelena muttered, breaking eye contact and pulling her face away from you as she straightened up.

You looked at the intricate braid holding her hair back from her face. Memories of loving moments with your mother, Sersi and even Ajak flashed through your mind.

‘Did she teach you how to braid your hair like that?’ You wondered, letting your arm drop to your side. Yelena touched a piece of her hair reflexively and you noticed her breathing stutter.

‘Yeah.’ She said at last.

Out of nowhere, the hotel building began to shake, as if even the foundations had been startled. Your chest tightened as you remembered the text you’d attempted to send earlier. You slipped your phone out and saw bright bubbles of text appear one after another. ‘New message.’ and ‘Missed call’ repeated themselves like some secret code.

Yelena read the words over your shoulder, just as the building shook again.

‘Oh, fuck.’ She muttered, getting to her feet and slipping two knives from her pockets. Her eyes flickered to you apprehensively. In a rush, you felt the familiar uselessness of your childhood spent in the corner only allowed to watch your family fight. You knew she wanted you to stay out of danger.

The door came abruptly off its hinges and your family arrived in the room. You braced yourself as Thena walked in. Sersi stood behind her, her hands up and ready to use her powers.

Yelena’s gaze didn’t leave Thena, who was blazing in her fury. Yelena gritted her teeth and met her stare head on, she'd obviously realized that words would be useless. You watched her fists clench and then relax purposefully around her two knives.

Thena smirked as she saw the weapons in Yelena’s grip. You watched her create her own two daggers out of thin air. She took a step forward, her eyes trained entirely on Yelena. You knew she would kill her before Yelena could even raise a hand.

You blocked Yelena with your body. It was all you could do.

Thena’s knife caught your shoulder. The sting was sharp but Thena had stopped herself before any damage could be done.

She stuttered to a halt as if the mistake had burned her. She looked at you, furious and confused in the one breath. Panic was spreading behind her eyes.

Yelena stared at you too, as if she'd never seen you before.

‘I didn’t mean to worry you.’ You murmured to your mother, trying to calm the spiralling tension in the room. ‘It was my mistake. Yelena was being kind. She just didn’t want me to be alone.’

Thena gave Yelena a murderous stare. Sersi stepped forward, carefully interrupting the moment. Her hand touched your shoulder and you held back a wince as she inspected the area the knife had touched.

Yelena took her moment to speak.

‘It was a misunderstanding.’ She told Thena steadily. ‘I am sorry.’

Yelena glanced back at you, for a moment unsure. Then, she swallowed her nerves and spoke again.

'She's my friend.'

Your mother’s stare returned to you. Pain echoed back at you. Gilgamesh’s loss loomed suddenly. You let yourself fold into your mother’s arms. She hugged you tentatively and then with a kind of desperation that she’d never shown before. Tears pricked your eyes as you felt her grief wash over you like an eternal wave.

When she pulled back at last, Thena took your hands in hers and squeezed them. For a moment, you believed you were a child again, safe just because she was there.

‘He was right.’ Thena said quietly, after a moment. ‘I have to let you go.’

She kissed your forehead and her words sank in. You looked to Sersi and her mouth was tight like she had known this was coming all along.

At your look, Sersi spoke up. She told you about their spaceship and the idea to fly across the universe, warning others of the impending emergences on their planets.

It made sense then. If Thena walked the Earth then you knew she would always stay by your side. She knew that you would do the same. That’s why she was going to leave.

Your heart began to break into pieces. You wondered if it would have a soft landing.

You turned to Yelena, who’s face had stayed impassive for the last few moments. Her expression cracked suddenly.

‘My sister went to space once. She saved half the universe.’

She didn’t have to tell you that her sister hadn’t come home. You nodded, sure now that Yelena was someone you understood.

Thena and Sersi left that day, Eternal beings seemed to be ones that didn’t hesitate once their minds were made up.

A week later, you were sitting again in another hotel room. Yelena had driven you to Ohio, the one place she’d ever called home. It was a far cry from your own cabin in the woods.

You sat on a different hotel bed that wasn’t your own, surprised that the weight of change hadn’t crushed you yet. You stared at a beige wall, trying to let go of the future you’d once resigned yourself to. A future that you wouldn’t have minded, until the moment you’d met Yelena.

You felt her sitting next to you, a distant comfort coming just from her presence. She was being incredibly patient with you. The night before, she’d spent hours teaching you how to braid your hair.

She was more than just the friend you'd dreamed about. Desperately you wanted her to feel the same about you.

You were beginning to believe this was real to her too.

Hesitatingly, Yelena bumped her shoulder lightly against yours.

You looked to your left and saw her nervous smile waiting for you. Your heart thumped harder at the sight of it.

Yelena moved forward and her lips brushed yours. It was hesitant, soft and careful.

When she pulled back, her cheeks were flushed. Her eyes met yours briefly. You could tell she was waiting for your reaction.

You reached for her hand and gave it a squeeze.

You'd known since that first day, when you'd brushed her tears with your thumb. When you'd stepped between her and the knife.

“When you love something, you protect it. It is the most natural thing in the world.”

#yelena belova x reader #eternals fic #yelena belova fluff #flufftober2023 #day 2

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Best Friend’s Brother

Ikaris x Male Reader

A/N: Song fic. I’ve never done a song fic before so. This is about the reader being in love with his best friend’s brother. Young Bucky and Ikaris. A Victorious song.

I call you up when I know he's at home

I jump out of my skin when he picks up the phone

Y/N gripped his phone nervously as he dialed Bucky’s number. Why is he so nervous? He’s called Bucky plenty of times before. After all, they were best friends, but there was one person who made Y/N feel queasy to his stomach. The phone rang a couple of times as Y/N put it to his ear. When Bucky finally did pick up, Y/N was expecting to hear his voice, not the voice that made him shiver with excitement and nervousness.

“Hello? Bucky’s phone,” Ikaris’s smooth, deep Scottish sounding voice rang in Y/N’s ears. “Y/N, are you there?” The younger boy blushed hard as he hung up the phone.

Why can't I tell if he's looking at me?

Should I give him a smile?

Should I get up and leave?

Y/N tried not to think about the embarrassing phone conversation he had with Ikaris as he, Bucky, Steve, and Sam were chatting at the food court in the mall as Y/N glanced over at Ikaris and his table of friends. There were Sersi, Kingo, Thena, Sprite, Ajak, Phastos, Druig, Makkari, and Gilgamesh. Ikaris laughed at something Sersi said and gave her a winning smile as Y/N’s face burned with jealousy. Why wouldn't Ikaris look at him the way he looks at Sersi? Oh, that's right, Sersi was a girl and Ikaris was straight, unlike his twin brother, who was bisexual and in love with Steve Rogers.

As if sensing his thoughts, Ikaris turned to look at Y/N from across the room and smiled at him. It was a charming and teasing one. Y/N blushed hard. Should he smile back at him or should he just save himself the embarrassment and get up and leave?

I know it's strange

I don't know what I'm thinking

But is it wrong if I see him this weekend?

Was it strange for Y/N to invite Ikaris to the movies with him this weekend? He called him up and asked him if he’d like to go see the new (insert new movie of your choice) with him and Ikaris surprisingly agreed. Y/N couldn't believe his good luck, but was this wrong of him to do? It's not like they were going out on a date or anything, but the young Maximoff boy was still worried. Especially about one person in particular.

I really hope I can get him alone

I just don't, don't want him to know

Y/N really wanted to be alone with Ikaris. Just the two of them. But at the same time, he didn't want Bucky to find out about this. He didn't want his best friend to hate him for having a crush on his twin brother, so he prayed he didn't find out about them. Sersi too.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

My best friend's brother is the one for me

Y/N couldn't deny it anymore. He was completely smitten with his best friend's brother. Of all the guys Y/N had to fall for, it was Ikaris Madden Barnes. He was the one for Y/N. Damn it!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

A punk rock drummer and he's six-foot-three

Ikaris wasn't six-foot-three. He was five-foot-ten with dancing blue eyes and soft dark brown hair with a gray streak in it. He was smoking hot and if that wasn’t enough. He was in a band with his friends. They called themselves: The Eternals. He was the punk rock drummer in the band, and he looked so amazing on stage when Bucky took Y/N to see them play. That’s probably when Y/N’s crush started. Seeing him on stage. Sweat glistening down his face underneath the hot lights as he had no sleeves on his shirt as they showed off his bare muscled arms.

I don't want to, but I want to

'Cause I just can't get him out of my mind, and

Y/N didn’t want to fall for Ikaris, but it was very hard not to. He was charming, handsome, funny, and kind. Yeah, Y/N had it bad for Ikaris. Every waking moment, he thought about Ikaris. He couldn't get him out of his mind, no matter how much he tried.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

My best friend's brother is the one for me

Why did Y/N have to fall for his best friend’s brother? Pietro and Wanda warned him to be careful, but Y/N couldn't help the feelings Ikaris stirred inside of him.

… BFB, BFB

My best friend's brother

It echoed inside Y/N’s head like a pop song. Over and over again, nonstop, as his conscience reprimanded him for his impure thoughts about Ikaris. Ikaris was taken and Bucky’s brother. Y/N’s best friend!

I kinda think that I might be his type

'Cause when you're not around, he's not acting too shy

Y/N thinks he could be the type of guy Ikaris could fall for. They had similar interests and tastes, but they were almost very different as well. What did Sersi have that Y/N didn’t? When Ikaris and Bucky are in the same room together, Ikaris is calmer in an almost shy fashion, compared to when he's with Y/N alone. He’s like the most confident and cocky guy there is. Almost like Tony and Loki.

Sometimes I feel like he might make a move

Is this all in my head?

I don't know what to do

They were at the movies together watching the new film, as Ikaris clutched onto Y/N’s arm. Much to the younger boy’s embarrassment and excitement. After that they went for ice cream and just talked and laughed as Ikaris leaned forward towards Y/N as the shorter boy blushed. Was Ikaris making a move on him? Was he going to kiss him? Should Y/N kiss him back if he did? Was he just imagining all this in his head? He didn’t know what to do. Ikaris wiped the whipped cream off Y/N’s nose and giggled at the poor boy’s flustered state.

I know it's strange

I don't know what he's thinking

But is it wrong if I see him this weekend?

Apparently, Ikaris enjoyed their weekend together so much that he invited Y/N to his band play next weekend. Front row too. Y/N accepted immediately, but was a little bit confused. Why was Ikaris so eager to invite Y/N everywhere? What could he be thinking?

I really hope I can get him alone

I just don't, don't want him to know

Maybe this was Y/N’s chance to tell Ikaris how he really feels about him. To get him alone before or after the gig and confess that he’s had a crush on him for a while now. He just hopes Ikaris isn't disgusted by his confession and outs him to Bucky. It could ruin both his friendships with the Barnes twins, but Y/N has to risk it. These feelings are driving him insane.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

My best friend's brother is the one for me

Y/N smiled as Ikaris waved to him at school. He was leaning against his locker talking to Kingo and Gilgamesh when he caught Y/N’s eyes and flashed him a smile as he waved to him. Y/N waved back shyly as Wanda chuckled beside him and Pietro bumped his shoulders teasingly.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

A punk rock drummer and he's six-foot-three

Y/N was walking down the hallway when he heard the sound of music being played. He walked toward the sound of rock music as he stopped in the doorway of the music room and saw Ikaris with headphones in, playing his drums to the beat of the rock song. Following the song note for note. He looked amazing. Just like on stage. Y/N bit his bottom lip as he looked at Ikaris practicing as Steve came up behind Y/N and tapped him on the shoulders. “Who are you drooling over? Ikaris again?”

Y/N blushed. “Shut up, Rogers!”

Steve chuckled.

I don't want to, but I want to

'Cause I just can't get him out of my mind, and

Y/N laid in bed thinking about his decision. He didn't want to tell Ikaris that he had a crush on him and that he liked him, but at the same time, he did. Ikaris wouldn't stop plaguing his thoughts. So, he was going to do something about it and end this once and for all.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

My best friend's brother is the one for me

Y/N snuggled into his pillow with a smile as he imagined it was his best friend’s twin brother that he was holding and cuddling against. Ikaris was the one and only one that Y/N wanted. No one else. Not even Ikaris and Bucky’s hunky cousin, Eros.

… BFB, BFB

My best friend's brother

Y/N smiled as he wrote Ikaris’s name in his journal as Bucky drove them to the concert. He and Steve were in the front of the car and Y/N and Peggy Carter were sitting in the back as Peggy glanced at Y/N’s drawing of Ikaris’s name circled with hearts all round as she chuckled.

… BFB, BFB

My best friend's brother

“I’m in love with my best friend’s brother,” Y/N thought giddy as Bucky parked the car and they all got out as they headed towards the building where Ikaris and the other members of Eternals would be playing.

'Cause he's such a dream, yeah

And you'd know what I mean

If you weren't related

Ikaris was probably everyone’s dream, including Y/N’s. The way he looked onstage as he walked towards his drums to begin playing. He looks at Y/N in the crowd and winks at him as the people go crazy as the Eternals rock out and jam. If only Bucky understood how Y/N felt. It might make things easier for him if they weren’t related. If Ikaris and Bucky weren’t brothers, then Y/N might not be so nervous about doing this.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

My best friend's brother is the one for me

Y/N danced with Peggy as Steve and Bucky danced together to the beat of the music. Sersi and Thena were up front singing as Kingo played the guitar as Ikaris slammed on the drums as he glanced at Y/N, who looked so peaceful and happy as he and the others enjoyed their music. Y/N looked from Peggy to Ikaris and smiled as he winked at the older boy, who blushed.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

A punk rock drummer and he's six-foot-three

The crowd enjoyed every minute of their music as Y/N watched with amusement and amazement out how much joy the Eternals brought to different people. It was so cool.

I don't want to, but I want to

'Cause I just can't get him out of my mind, and

After the concert was over, Ikaris pulled Y/N to the side in private and smiled at him. His blue eyes were shining. “So, what did you think of the band, Y/N?” Y/N smiled back as he looked up at the taller male. “You guys were amazing. Absolutely, perfect.”

“You’re perfect, Duckling…” Ikaris cupped Y/N’s cheek and stroked it gently as the other male blushed hard at the new nickname.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

My best friend's brother is the one for me

Ikaris leaned close towards Y/N as he gave him the choice to close the gap between them or just leave things as they were. Y/N closed the space between them as he and Ikaris kissed. It was like fireworks went off as Ikaris grabbed the back of Y/N’s head to deepen their kisses as the younger boy whined against his lips as Ikaris smirked and kissed him sweet and slow.

… BFB, BFB

My best friend's brother

They separated as Y/N looked up at Ikaris. “Ikaris, listen. I like you a lot and I’ve had a very big crush on you for a good while, but you're my best friend’s brother and I don’t want things to be weird between us because of that. Also, aren’t you with Sersi?”

Ikaris looked shocked for a moment before he smiled. He kissed Y/N again before pulling back and looking him in the eyes. “I really like you too, Y/N. I alway have, but I was just too scared to admit it. Sersi and I are just friends. Best friends. And I get that you don’t want to ruin your friendship with my brother, but he will understand if you want to do this with me. Be more than friends.”

… BFB, BFB

My best friend's brother

Y/N looks at him. “Really? Bucky will be okay with this?” He gestures to both of them.

“Really…”

Y/N turns to see Bucky smiling at him. Steve, Peggy, and the others are behind him. They all look at Y/N and Ikaris with encouraging looks of endearment. “Bucky…. I… I…”

Bucky smiles gently. “I still love you, little shit. Even if you’re dating my ugly and gross twin brother. Nothing about you two liking each other will ever change our friendship. I promise.”

“Hey, I’m not ugly! You are.” Ikaris protests as Y/N chuckles. “Thanks, Buck. I really needed to hear you say that.”

“No problem. But my best friend is in love with my brother? Who would have guessed it?”

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #ikaris x male!reader #ikaris eternals #ikaris x male reader #ikaris #richard madden x male reader #richard madden #sebastian stan #james buchanan bucky barnes #bucky barnes #Bucky and Ikaris are twin brothers #young maximoff sibling #male maximoff #victorious #victoria justice #best friend’s brother

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MCU Eternals Romantic!Ikaris X Reader & Platonic!Druig X Reader AU Idea (AKA my ADHD/Neurodivergent brain is whipping my butt)

Ok so, I'm just going to spare y'all the misery and brain spiral I put both @valeskafics & @its-actually-minicika through, and give the most recent one. This is a really long post as it will go into a lot of detail about the character's personality and her interactions with other characters. Please read through it, and if you hate the idea. Don't be a jerk! Just move on, and ignore this post! But if this is something that you think would be interesting to read: like it and/or let me know in the comments, or send it to a friend you think will find this idea interesting!

So it goes without saying that the MCU Eternals' fandom has unanimously agreed that Druig is best boi/edgelord, and I have no disagreements with that. Hell I basically live on Tumblr's 'druig x reader' tag. BUT I too thirst after Ikaris (AKA Not-Mother's-Favorite)...look, it's Richard Madden, I'm only human.

If you are one of the maybe 10 followers I have, you will know that I am already writing 2 other fics (a Robb Stark x Yi Tish!OC, and an Ikaris X Water Elemental!Reader). But if you read this post's title...you will see that my ADHD brain refuses to listen to reason...and since starting to write fanfiction...it has only gone into overdrive. You will also know that I love drawing inspiration from mythology...and dragons but that's another discussion.

BACK TO THE POINT! So I have seen a lot of Nature Eternal!Reader x Druig fics, and I love all of them. But I read @spacetalbot's Druig x Reader x Ikaris fic where the reader is basically Persephone, AND @winterlves's Ikaris x reader fic where the reader is Thor and Loki's sister who controls nature. Needless to say...I became obsessed.

Basically, I wanted to explore the idea of an Eternal!Reader whose powers are like Persephone (Chlorokinesis, Geokinesis, Fertility Manipulation, etc.). And while Druig is like Hades, he serves more as this reader's overprotective older brother/guardian. Instead, her main love interest in this idea will be Ikaris.

Druig and Hades actually share a good amount of similarities to each other. Both are mostly disliked/not popular amongst the Pantheon/Eternals and humanity, both are secluded to their own domain/community, both are much more somber compared to their family members, and the list can go on. But the reason I wanted to use Ikaris as the main love interest is mostly to due with his attitude towards humanity and how he interacts with them. While life goes on for everyone else, it just sort of "stops" for him. He doesn't really make any effort to connect with them outside of being with Sersi, and when he leaves her, we don't see any further attempts. And this is where Persephone!Eternal kind of comes in.

Now, unlike my other Oc's/Reader fics, I actively plan on writing this reader to show neurotypical symptoms. For example, she will show signs of having trouble emotionally connecting/socially interacting with others. Her mind will wander in meetings and need a nudge to focus back. She might unintentionally put off someone by how she phrases her question/response. She will prefer to study the differing flora and fauna in the places they visit than interact with people. While she does hold some love and affection towards them, she knows that it's not her the humans love, but rather what she can provide for them. This last part is kind of what lays the foundation to Ikaris' and the Reader's connection.

One scene I intend to write that really shows how Persephone!Eternal's mind works is how she interacts with Phastos when he describes the steam engine to Ajak. Personally, I headcanon that Druig likes to be around when Phastos is inventing something, but more just to be his annoying little brother. Persephone!Reader is not at all tech-savvy, but it's how Phastos' thinks of his ideas that fascinates her. What materials would be needed to build it? Does the materials need to be first sourced by humans? Is the conversion of high pressure to low pressure like when an area with a lot of water flowing into an area with low amount of water? If I decide to write Ikaris seeing this, it will make him notice how Persephone!Reader's mind definitely works differently than his. As normally, he wouldn't question Phastos, just accept it and move on. But he would notice how you are the only one to really connect with him by how you don't outwardly mock him like Kingo or Sprite, and by being the only Eternal to act genuinely interested despite not technologically inclined.

Another scene would be how Persephone!Reader was supposed to be attending a feast for the harvest, and so Ajak sends Ikaris to look for her. He finds her in a secluded area of a forest, and with a cow and her calf. He is confused and so Reader explains that she noticed that the cow had been eating much more lately and been much more tired and unable to work. She overheard the humans wanting to kill it, but then she noticed that the cow was in fact pregnant. So while the feast was busy, she snuck away and made an area so that the cow could safely give birth in peace. Ikaris would notice that Persephone!Reader is smiling and much more at peace alone, than in a crowded area with tons of laughter and noise. You are worried that Ajak will find out and make you not see the animals anymore, but Ikaris promises you that he will keep your secret, and that he will just tell her that you weren't feeling well. This furthers your connection.

Another one is where there had been a big dispute amongst the humans, and some people are severely hurt. Druig and Ikaris get into a fight about it since it was under Ikaris' order that Druig not engage. Ikaris is impassive and stern and Druig calls him a coward. Persephone!Reader is seeing the fight and asks Ikaris why he wouldn't let Druig stop it, if he can do it, why not let him? Ikaris retorts stating that it isn't their place to settle their disputes, to which Reader states that he should care about the humans, and not be so cruel. Ikaris gets angry and tells reader that it is not his job to justify his reasonings to Druig or anyone else, much less her. So he storms away. A few hours pass, and Ikaris hasn't been seen by anyone, not even Ajak or Sersi. Reader finds him in a hidden area and notices that his face is very tired looking. Reader realizes that she has made a big misjudgement on her part in saying that Ikaris doesn't care, and is very careful in saying she is sorry. Ikaris is still upset and tells her to go away. But Reader just stands there and doesn't move, refusing to leave him alone. She eventually gives him a hug stating that she was wrong and she was sorry, and that she should have known better. This comforts him a lot as he allows the hug. Reader also makes him a wreath of flowers of her appreciation of him as her leader, but mostly as her friend.

I got a ton of scenes planned, so like and/or comment of what you think!

If you are still waiting for my Robb Stark x OC fic! The 3rd chapter will be out soon!

Edit: I reblogged this post to add on some headcanons of an additional Eternal!Reader who is Hecate. Check out the reboot part in Notes to see it!

#ikaris imagine #ikaris x reader #ikaris #druig x reader #druig imagine #eternals x reader #marvel x reader #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #marvel eternals

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softquietsteadylove · 1 year

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Hi! I love you and your work! I really appreciate what you do for us and how you show us different Thenamesh content every time! ❤️❤️

Just curious what next project you have planned after your latest fic (wich was awesome and wonderful btw) ended? Do you want to give us a little spoiler? 👀

You're very sweet! I do have something on the boil right now, actually. I've had the idea for a little bit, I'm just trying to make it work, right now. But, well...it's time--we're doin' it.

It's a Highschool AU.

I don't want to spoil anything too important, but I will give you a little something from what I have planned.

Gil has a cat. She's a black cat he got as a kitten, rescued from a box in the rain. Her name is Sesame Seed.

#Anyone remember that oneshot au I did of figure skater Thena and hockey player Gil?#Ajak has a line:#I didn't want to interrupt you and your boyfriend #this is from that #this whole fic has been borne of that singular line #and that oneshot wasn't intended to go anywhere #nor was it asked for #but I've already gone for it #she's not a figure skater and he's not a hockey player in the Ao3 fic #just to be clear #they're going to be in their late teens I'd say #also Ajak is still Thena's mom #because I think the dynamic is adorable and hilarious

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heartofwritiing · 2 years

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“ you know that’s not the case. she adores you. “

With Druig, obviously!! lol ❤️❤️

Adore you

paring: Druig x fem!eternal!reader

summary: druig is jealous of everyone having your attention instead of him.

a/n: ITS JEALOUS DRUIG TIME WOOH! lol I couldn’t decide if I wanted to make this a dad!druig fic or what it tured out to be. But i hope you like what it did!! :) if anyone wants to request another prompt check out the list heree

warning(s): *chants* JEALOUSY JEALOUSY, insecure thoughts, (why do i do this to him? idk. 😭) fluff, established relationships, mentions of eternals split, unedited. please ignore any mistakes i made!

Druig watched from the sidelines as you danced in a crowd with Sprite. He wasn’t jealous. That's what he kept repeating in his head. Whenever he would see you interacting with the other Eternals something inside him would build and fester every time until he felt like he was going to snap.

He saw the way you held hands with Sprite as you both spun around giggling and smiling, enjoying the moment and the music around you. He ignored the ache in his chest he always wanted to be close to you and while he wasn't one for dancing he still wanted to be in Sprite's place.

Soon the dance required you to change partners and you switched with Seris trading Sprite for Ikaris. The scowl Druig had on his features was hard and looked as though it could wipe out entire planets. He was furious. Seeing you dance with the one person he detested the most in your group, having you in his arms as you smiled sweetly up at him was driving Druig insane.

You had no clue what you were doing to him of course but he couldn’t help the emotions that built up in his chest. He had never understood affection and love until he met you. It was almost like you were made to be together, one wouldn’t exist without the other. You were both tied together by fate in an indescribable way.

you danced happily as Ikaris spun you around the dance floor. Your mood shifted for a moment sensing someone was watching you. It was a feeling creeping up your back and it made you uneasy. It wasn’t until the music ended and you were clapping along with the rest of the dancers that you looked around the room and saw Druig staring right at you. You frowned seeing a scowl stretched across his face.

You could sense something was wrong, he shifted on his feet and his shoulders were stiff. When you were finally making your way over to him Sersi comes and pulls you aside deviating from your path.

You forgot about Druig for a moment as Sersi was chatting with you about the locals and their traditions. You just smiled and listened to her politely but you knew Sersi could go on for days.

You were then pulled into a debate with Gil and Kingo. Both argued who was the strongest between the two Eternals. You knew it was Gil for obvious reasons, but you just wanted to quickly get out of this conversation. Not that you didn’t care, it's just you were worried about Druig. Everyone was trying to engage in conversations with you tonight as you kept getting pulled into them. You were polite of course and talked to them but it really was driving you mad.

Druig watched the whole time almost growling as everyone around you had your undivided attention. He hadn’t spoken to you in almost two full hours. He knows he's crazy for being so possessive but he really didn’t care. He wanted you all to himself, all the time.

He was so caught up in his thoughts he didn’t realize Ajak had joined his side. She stood gracefully with her hands folded in front of her. Her long dark hair fell down her back and she looked at him with a soft look in her eyes.

“I know how difficult it must be for you, not being able to have her attention for more than a mere hour.” She states.

He looks at her as if to say, no you don’t. If he’s learned anything with Ajak as his leader and as the mother figure of the group. It’s not to argue with her about certain things.

“and it may seem like you're not the most important thing to her, but you know that’s not the case. she adores you,” she assures.

He knows that. Sometimes he just needs that reminder. Because he still can’t believe it. Even if you remind him countless times.

“and I know you adore her just as much, we don't know how much time we have left here ask her to marry you, or else you’ll regret it.” with that Ajak leaves Druig alone and he's left with a flabbergasted look on his face. The thought had crossed his mind about marriage before. It was something humans did to symbolize their love for each other for eternity. He remembered how happy everyone was when Sersi and Ikaris were wed. It was a beautiful ceremony in the Gupta empire that left everyone ecstatic for the two.

You couldn’t stop talking with Sersi about it days before it was to take place. Helping her with any preparations and He watched as you cried happily the day of their wedding when they were both pronounced husband and wife. It made you so happy to see the two so in love.

Druig was pulled out of his thoughts when he saw you finally coming over to him. You finally stood in front of him. He smiled and quickly pulled you into a tight embrace, burying his nose in your neck. You squeeze him back while his hands grabbed at your waist and hips. It caught you a little off guard at how clingy he was being but you let him touch you

“Hello my love,” he says into your neck.

“Hello, what's the matter?” You giggled pulling away from him a little.

He shook his head and leaned down to capture your lips in his.

“Nothing, just miss you s’all.” he purrs in between kisses. You cup his cheeks with the palms of your hands and kiss his nose.

“Join me for a moonlight stroll, my love?” you asked his eyes bearing into yours. He looks at you like youre the whole universe right in front of him. He smiles and nods linking your arm with his as you both walk outside towards the gates of the city.

You both stroll along the tree line outside of the city. The moon is high and beaming down casting a bluish light. You enjoy the night breeze when it flows through your hair and Druig is in awe as he stares at you. He admires how the moonlight complements your skin tone nicely. How genuinely happy you seem arm in arm with him.

“What’s troubling you, my love? you’re quieter tonight.” you suddenly speak.

Druig was usually more talkative when you two were alone but you could sense something was off in the way he would only hum in replies when you spoke. You mostly talked about the others and you could tell he

He shrugs. You turn to him and stop taking your hands in his and lace your fingers together squeezing them gently. A reminder that there was no judgment between you and that you would listen to whatever he had to say.

“Don’t shut me out, tell me what's wrong I can feel something is not right.”

He sighs in defeat knowing he couldnt help it with you. You were his weakness.

“Okay, I may have gotten a little jealous tonight, seeing you interact with everyone.” He revels sheepishly. Your jaw drops and you giggle.

“You were jealous?” You question bitting your lip.

You couldn't even imagine Druig being envious about anything. It wasn’t like him at all to be that way.

“Ajak told me something tonight,” He trailed off trying to find the words. “ she said I shouldn’t wait any longer to say how I feel.”

He got down onto one knee and pulled something out of his pocket. You gasped and covered your mouth with your hand, you saw a gold band pinched between his fingers. Druig looked up at you with so much love in his eyes as he talked. He had been planning this for so long but he felt now was the right moment.

“I have loved you since I first met you, since I saw you on the Domo all those years ago. and while I have a hard time showing my true feels most of the time, there's no one else I'd rather speed my immortal life with than you my love.”

taking your other hand in his, he rubs his thumb over your knuckles.

“Would you do me the honor of letting me bind us together forever? and marry me?”

You couldn’t help the little laugh mixed with a cry as you nodded your head frantically not missing a beat.

“yes, yes!” you throw your arms around his shoulders and tackle him in an embrace. Druig falls back into the dirt and wraps his arm around your waist. You're both smiling and laughing like idiots as you pull away and he slips the ring onto your finger. You sniffle and lean forward to kiss him. His lips move with yours in a passionate kiss as you hold each other. Not caring about going back to the party any time soon, wanting to spend this moment together forever. The only thing that mattered was the two of you and nothing else.

tagging: @redheadspark @drspencerreid921 @a-lumos-in-the-nox @ftrmrs-barry-keoghan @multixfandomwriter @magnificentzombiebasement

#druig x reader #fanfiction #barry keoghan x reader #barry keoghan #druig #mcu fanfiction #eternals #druig x fem!reader #druig x fem!eternal!reader #druig eternals #promt list #asks

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healingagoddess · 2 years

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Remains of what we lost - pt 1

fluff and smut pls 👉👈ur my favorite ajax writer and would love to read this

Warnings: English is not my first language. Next chapter is NSFW.

Pairing: Ajak/F!Reader

Note: I can't tell you how excited I was when I first received this request! I enjoyed so much writing it even tho at first I was scared about how I'd do it. I hope you don't mind that it is set in México, I thought it would be cool because Mexico began its independence war in 1810's and extended for ten years. Thank you so much for this request!! T-T

Part 2

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The salty air of the sea hits Ajak with some nostalgia as she returns to the states from her trips to Europe. Conflict has been rising for a few years now with the people from the New Spain trying to overthrow the Spanish hold on their lands, so it was safer to enter the land through the states and go south to actually set on the north in Sonora. The trip was long, exhausting, and emotionally draining. The heat of the arid desert like lands was noticeable as it shimmered in her skin forming beads of sweat over her upper lip and forehead. The arrival felt heavy and the house haunted with memories. The state extended further and the farm was rich with several habitants. Living among the humans was no longer strange, in fact she had been discovering amazing things about them.

Before entering the house Ajak takes a moment to look around the place. Many years ago she had called this place home and the garden that is flourishing had once been her major pride. She could almost remember the figure that used to kneel every morning to smell the flowers, the same figure that now caused her the most pain. So, she closes her eyes and takes a moment to recover herself from the painful past. The first week goes by in deep silence, with only the companion that a farm can offer.

By the second week Ajak has to go into town as she needs supplies for her state, and she is guilty of still spying on human’s development. She admires for quite some time trying to blend into the crowds as a human would do. The prices are high for basic necessities such as food as a result of the ongoing war. The prime eternal is observing the conditions of every person in that place when her space is invaded by a woman in attire not from this region, her hair is braided; she is a maid from Spain. She curtsies and offers a letter.

“The family Garcia would like to welcome you as they have noticed you are a neighbor of their state. Please accept this formal invitation to dine with the family; owners of the bakery Garcia and members of the presidency.”

Ajak accepts the invitation as she takes it in her hand, she is not used to this type of formalities in this region since it still is under development. Must have been a side effect of the conflict. Ajak offers a smile to the still waiting woman in front of her, and nods once. She knows all eyes are on her and her presence is noticeable in such a small land. She is the mysterious woman that arrived last week, and news travel fast. It’s almost as if they forgot she was here 20 years ago, as if they had forgotten the day she sailed to Spain with a broken heart looking to collect the pieces.

“I would like to know where this bakery is located.”

“This way, ma’am.” And the young braided woman leads her to a very fine looking bakery around the corner, the smell is so delicious it almost reminds her of the cakes she feasted on in her travels through Europe.

The maid leads Ajak to a parlor within the store, which is different to the architecture she got used to in England. It still has decorum and elegance, but she notices the radiant vibrant colors and happiness with the beautiful native flowers with the most exquisite smell.

“She is in the backroom. If you’d like to wait here and I’ll-”

“No, I’m here.”

That voice. Ajak’s head snaps towards the sound of your voice as you enter the place. Time stops still for the prime eternal; breath is no longer an ability she possesses. You notice how her gaze falters, and she looks deeply afflict. And then, in a moment it is gone. You hold her gaze for a few seconds and wonder how much of the ongoing war she has seen.

“Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mrs. Ajak. I am Y/N de Garcia.” You curtsy knowing she comes from somewhere in Europe, the blue dress with golden embroidery gave her away as soon as you saw her. You already know her name because she actually owns her state.

You notice the long pause she takes to respond; you worry she doesn’t speak Spanish at all or she is confused as where you learned her name. She looks deep into your eyes trying to find something there, to find a miracle.

“The pleasure is all mine.” She returns the gesture after several seconds with a pained expression.

“My husband will be here at noon. He is working at the presidency; it has been busy due to... ongoing events”

“R-right. These uh, these are difficult times.” She nods and sets her gaze on the floor. “I-“

“You-“

You both blush having spoken at the same time.

“Apologies. Please, go ahead.” You offer a smile.

“No, the fault was mine.” There she goes again with the pained expression.

She clears her voice and composes her posture as you signal for her to sit down. She sits and you notice how she keeps looking down, and then she does it again: she gathers strength from somewhere deep within herself. You have only been to Spain and France with your husband, so you imagine England is quite different.

She looks up and holds your gaze. “Well, I had never seen a bakery in this area before. I left to…uh, Europe around twenty years ago.”

“Oh!” You widen your eyes in surprise and straighten your pose on the edge of the seat, putting all of your attention into the conversation. “I left to Spain twenty years ago too!” Falling back into your seat you apologize. “I apologize, I got a little excited.”

“No.” Ajak says softly with a smile all tender, her eyes shimmer with adoration as she looks at you. “It’s alright.” She bites her lip as she looks down, then a shadow passes over her façade and darkness takes over. “Your husband. Is he from Spain?”

You nod and close your eyes for a few moments with a delicate smile.

“I met him here, actually. I, well, that’s a story for another day. Would you like to try some sweet bread and cake?” You offer extending your hand and signaling for her to go on as you guide her to the kitchen.

“So.” You begin as you present her first with your special sweet corn bread. “Your husband?” You ask with a cheeky smile.

Ajak takes a surprised breath as she suppresses a gasp with her gaze fixated on the bread in front of her. “Well, you see… that’s… quite complicated since my… husband had a terrible accident many years ago. And well,” You notice how her voice begins to break as tears threaten to form in her eyes, and you reach out for her hand to offer some sympathy.

“I am so sorry for your loss.” And as you touch her hand electricity shoots from her hand right into yours. “Oh.” You utter a little wide eyed. “I am so sorry; must be the weather.”

Ajak stares at you for some time and you feel intimidated under her gaze. Feeling guilty for the static shock you try to pull away but she won’t let go. You begin to worry you did something wrong.

Then she seems to snap out of it. “I-” She lets go. “Apologies, it is hard to talk about it.”

“I suppose you inherited riches, dare I go ahead and assume. You must be an accomplished woman.”

“I am a healer.” She says without adding more information.

“Oh?”

“Yes.”

You had never met a woman healer. The women in your husband’s family were only there to attend their husbands and children, but healing was a man’s job.

“I help women during childbirth, and other things. Practiced in Egypt.”

“Ah.” You reply trying not to sound ignorant with your lack of knowledge in that field.

“Is this your bakery?” She asks almost daring.

“No. This is my husband’s bakery. It is originally from Spain and it is called ‘La Flor’ (the flower).”

Ajak clenches her jaw for a moment as she seems pensive, there is fire in her eyes and it makes you feel more intrigued about her.

“He also works at the presidency?” She asks.

“Well, part of his distant family belong to the Spanish royalty. He still has some influences. The bakery was just an extension to… keep me occupied.” You look down afraid to have shared too much information.

Ajak changes the subject and you spend part of the evening talking before it is time to go home. Just as she is about to leave your husband walks through the bakery’s front door and goes directly to the kitchen in your search. As soon as he enters you rush into his arms and welcome him with a passionate kiss.

That catches Ajak off guard, and she feels herself breaking from the inside as if her entire self will crumble to pieces yet again. She knows she will cry and at the same time she feels a bitterness within her core so strange and new to her. And once again, the feeling of that short cut spring of being left somewhere in the middle. The palms of her hands begin to tingle, as her cosmic energy threatens to escape to heal her throbbing heart. But she doesn’t look like so, and in fact she clears her throat and speaks directly to the maid.

“If you don’t mind, would you be so kind as to see me to the exit? I’d love to get home before dark.”

The maid nods and curtsies to you and your husband before leading Ajak to the exit. You are too busy to pay attention, Ajak notices with an agonizing ache in her heart. And as soon as the maid bids her goodbyes with a curtsy and closes the door, the eternal crumbles to the floor as she supports her fall sliding down the door. But she won’t cry, not yet. It takes her a moment to collect herself, and she knows she has to be her very best self to remain sane.

Ajak returns home to find it more empty, more alone and lonely. The invasive silvery night that intrudes through her window seems colder and crueler. And she weeps into her pillow, with the promise to gather back her strength to go on.

_ ✽ _

And Ajak passes the bakery for several weeks with nothing more but a soft wave of her hand when you do catch her attention. She doesn’t ever enter; for she knows the pain is too unbearable; for she knows she will be impulsive; for she fears what she will find. Unaware of this, you want to apologize for your lack of manners the day you met. To do so, one fine morning you bake her a special cake with a recipe you learned in France. You are waiting for your maids to inform you when she passes by as you believe it would be better to invite her in yourself.

It was still early, a little before midday when the maids came into the parlor to let you know of Ajak’s presence in the market. You fix your dress and look at yourself in the mirror your keep there and rush outside with quick steps as your maids cheer you on to hurry up. You dart out the store and almost run into Ajak as she picks up some fruit. She closes her eyes and lets out a surprised ‘oh’ as she prepares for the crash that never comes.

You stop your quick pace right in front of her with your brightest smile. Slowly, she opens one eye and sighs in relief as she sees your standing there. Her heart is pounding and she doesn’t know if it is because the scare you gave her or because you are standing right in front of her. It confuses her, and pains her to believe you might have gotten in touch with who you are. It would kill her to dare to dream too far. So, she just tilts her head to the side waiting for an explanation.

“I baked you a cake!” You blurt out unable to hold your excitement. “No, wait I ruined the surprise! I was supposed to invite you in and surprise you.” You look away as you recall the plan lost in thought.

“I am… surprised. Believe me.”

Ajak’s voice brings back your attention, and you offer her your best smile as you reach for her hands. And you feel it again; electricity shoots through your palms and you let it in. It stays with a warm pleasant tug like something inside of you wants to respond to it. You quickly let go a little confused.

“I-” You begin to form an apology, even if you are still confused.

“Shall-” Ajak begins trying to collect her thoughts, her expression neutral and unreadable. “Shall we go inside and try the cake.”

“Oh, no. It is all yours.” Your smile returns forgetting what just happened. “You must have a family, I forgot to ask the other day.” You usher her inside excitedly.

“My family… is not here with me.”

You gasp. “Did they stay in England?”

“Something like that, yes.”

She sets her attention elsewhere as she looks around the bakery before looking at the waiting maids with their little presentation of the cake at the counter. Ajak’s eye light up at the sight of it, and you can’t help but melt a little. It also makes you feel excited because you don’t have any friends here. You move to the counter and turn the cake around in its stand for Ajak to see the details you added.

“Oh, Mrs. Garcia. You didn’t have to.” She marvels at the cake.

“Oh, it’s no problem. I just really wanted to apologize for the other day. It was really rude of me to let you go without saying goodbye. I hope you can forgive me for my lack of manners.” You give her an eye smile before dropping your fan knowing it means ‘I want to be friends’.

Tenderness forms in Ajak’s eyes as she smiles at you, she nods her head once. She takes hers out and lets it rest on the right cheek meaning ‘yes’. You heart swells with happiness before reaching out for her without touching her. You are so excited to have a friend here, it would be less lonely in the evenings.

Ajak convinces you of sharing the cake and both of you spend part of the day just talking, getting to know each other. You find out Ajak has traveled to many places in the world, something that truly surprises and amazes you. While you are sitting there at your parlor, drinking tea and eating cake you feel like a child learning about things you never heard of. You listen attentively focusing on the amazing stories she has to tell; she is a good story teller which starts to eat at your head as you try to remember another story teller, but you never do.

Somewhere before noon your husband arrives ever so formal, ever so happy. Ajak places her cup of tea on the coffee table as she stands, you don’t forget her this time as your husband embraces you and you pull slightly away. Still, you have the happiest smile and it makes her bitter in green fog as those smiles seem familiar, way too familiar. She looks down, and you feel a pang in your heart for some reason. You also remember she lost her husband, so you smile at yours and gesture to Ajak.

“Darling, this is Mrs. Ajak; she is our neighbor. Mrs. Ajak, may I present my husband Mr. Alfonso Garcia.”

Every so politely they greet each other.

“Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Ajak.” He looks at his wife. “You see? She accepted.” And they both share a secret smile.

“Likewise.” She says nothing else.

Ajak feels once again that bitterness with the green taint. Anger and doubts consume her, and she keeps her gaze elsewhere. She knows her eyes hold so much power, for her eyes and only her eyes in the entire world look at the celestials. She starts to fidget the fan in her hands, and starts to formulate an excuse to leave.

“Apologies-” She begins but is cut off but your husband.

“Join us for dinner. We have a pending invitation, we never truly set any details.”

He seems like a nice person, Ajak almost feels sorry. She is about to decline when you give her puppy eyes hoping she’d stay. And this is the moment you start to notice that you are seeing her in a different way, and innocently you assume it is friendship. You see her debate something as she furrows her eyebrows and her sullen eyes get lost under the long eyelashes, and you pout.

“Alright. I will stay. Thank you.” She offers a soft smile that doesn’t truly reach her eyes.

Being there is insufferable for Ajak, it’s not that the man won’t shut up but the fact that even when he chats the night away he is still all over you. She makes small talk, a few comments and answering awkward questions about family. Now you and your husband find out about her nine children that live in different parts of the world, something that truly amuses both of you; how well traveled she is.

“Well, I am a healer.” Ajak says as the conversations leads to this revelation. “I am a good one and I have attended many women and children over the years.”

“Maybe you’d be able to assist us when we finally conceive our first child.”

You blush and cover your face with your fan a little embarrassed. But when you look at Ajak she looks like she just saw a ghost. Your husband continues talking about whatever, and doesn’t notice how your eyes widen slightly as you stare at Ajak waiting for a signal of emotion. There are shadows of darkness swirling around her already dark orbs. She proceeds to stare right into your eyes and you almost want to cry as you see pain reflected in them. Then she opens and shuts her fan only for you to see, and your heart drops as you know it means ‘You are cruel’.

“Apologies, Mr. Alfonso Garcia. I must depart to my state, I forgot I had business to attend over there.”

“Oh,” Your husband says slightly taken aback. “Of course, it was improvised.”

Tears begin to form in your eyes, but you try your best to hide them as you nod to your husband.

“I will see her out.” You offer.

He notices the serious atmosphere and nods, he doesn’t think any of it and bids his goodbyes to Ajak. Her silence is painful, and you feel your heart pounding in your heart. Suddenly, the walls seem to have eyes. You lead her to the front of the store, and she keeps on walking. You are about to call out for her when she stops and turns around. She has a neutral expression that caresses your mind. She turns around and you feel your heart break for her, there are tears in her eyes. You don’t understand what it all means.

“It would be best if we stop seeing each other.” She says.

“Mrs. Ajak, I don’t understand.”

“It would be best if you don’t.” She replies. “Have a good life. It will last longer than you think.”

And without anything else to say she disappears into the night. It breaks something inside of you, but you do your best to hide it. That same night you weep into your pillow, as silently and quiet as you can.

#ajak #ajak x reader #eternals fic #hgrequests

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delphiniumblooms · 1 year

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eternals ramblings from my rewatch today:

EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. ikaris makes an entrance he is accompanied by a huge swell of music, often the eternals theme, to the point where it almost feels like his theme. something to be said here about how he believes himself to be more Eternal than the rest

our first sight of sprite in modern era being her clearly trying to hook up with a guy but the moment he touches her the illusion breaks and she has to go - i cannot believe the pain of living for MILLENNIA in a child’s body she never got to do human things like romance or puberty or whatever

when they first go to earth sersi looks to ajak AND THEN IKARIS for reassurance/permission before going to make contact with the human kid

watching sprite’s London convo with sersi knowing that she’s in love w ikaris and jealous of sersi hits different. she told sersi to move in with dane. it could be sweet, it could be a ploy to push sersi and ikaris further apart, it could be both bc family relationships are difficult like that and sprite clearly loves sersi even though she’s ‘always envied’ her

sersi TURNED THE GROUND INTO QUICKSAND to fight a deviant this is a big deal to me because i wrote a ton of speculation fic based on the trailers before the movie came out and i had her do exactly the same thing in a fight scene - not to toot my own horn but im impressed at how much i managed to extrapolate correctly just from the teasers

i CAN ACTUALLY TELL WHAT MAKKARI IS SAYING OH MY GOD I COULDN’T TELL THE FIRST TIME BECAUSE I WAS WATCHING A SHITTY PIRATED VERSION THAT DIDN’T SUBTITLE HER SIGNING

makkari’s last line is ‘the truth will set them free’. this is a bible verse. i don’t know if it’s intentional but they’re quoting jesus

sersi is such a jesus character to me. treats sprite and ikaris with love even though they hurt her massively

sprite is one of the most storytellers actually (gilgamesh did all these epic things. one day you and your people will sail around the world and make your own legends!)

how does ikaris know how to woo. did he watch the humans and learn from them?

related: i think it’s super cute how he just. makes his regard for sersi clear by following her around everywhere like a puppy

thenamesh are just clintasha 2.0 (though to be fair it is fanon clintasha. but the him trying to stop her from attacking everyone and loving and protecting her even though she’s clearly unstable? screams clintasha)

i was so touched by sprite helping thena break out of the flashback by showing her illusions of her past like it works SO well

they should all have just stayed together. kingo was right. they should all have stayed together. they hurt each other but they also know how to help each other

touched by kingo’s loyalty to ikaris. man respected and loved his leader so much

also ‘i like watching him too’??? kingo darling sprite’s not the only one in love w ikaris

why is everyone in love with ikaris really if he betrayed them in the end

‘are you going to charm me or threaten me’? that’s probably why. he’s a leader. he’s the strongest one. he knows how to be charismatic and how to be firm, keep the peace, et cetera. half of them love him and the other half are wary of, even maybe jealous of him

it’s really interesting to me how druig listens to and respects sersi even though he hates ikaris’ guts. he obviously doesn’t see them as a unit.

in fact everyone’s feelings towards each other are really intriguing i should chart a family tree but instead of ‘birthed’ and ‘married’ lines its ‘loves’ ‘hates’ ‘envies’ etc

the way sersi whisper shouts at ikaris and tries to pull him away they were both staring at jack and phastos but she knows it’s rude he doesn’t he’s just staring openly until she reminds him

the way he SNATCHES THE BOOK FROM HER

phastos’ husband speaking arabic to him. karun speaking in hindi to the eternals. whenever anyone speaks in babylonian. i love the usage of foreign languages in english media and eternals does it so much and so well

the way makkari smiles at everyone and signs ‘ready to go home?’ when they come back to the domo hit me like a TON of BRICKS. she was the last one to find out. goddamn. i can’t imagine the existential crises they were all collectively going through no WONDER tempers were high no WONDER they fought

related: i’m sure they said a lot of things they didn’t mean especially phastos. ‘i’ve always wanted to clip your wings, ikaris’ doesn’t mean he actively hated ikaris the entire time. it’s just like you know when you find out someone did something shitty and your reflex response is to go ‘i ALWAYS KNEW YOU WERE THAT KIND OF PERSON! YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN THIS KIND OF PERSON!’ because memory bias you remember the shitty things more than the good things. same with ‘you did always underestimate [sersi]’. did ikaris really?? or did he live and fight with and watch and love her for five thousand years and conclude, like the rest of the others, like sersi herself, that sersi’s powers only go so far? her powers didn’t begin changing until she was selected as prime eternal. if ikaris underestimated sersi so did everyone including sersi herself.

my take on why ikaris did what he did - he wanted to believe that his previous actions were justified/had a purpose. he lied to everyone, he left his wife, he told no one the truth for years because ajak had him convinced that his life’s purpose was to serve the mission. and then ajak calls off the mission at the last moment. he didn’t want to believe that he had hurt other people, had hurt himself, for no reason. he couldn’t accept that his suffering was for nothing. he had to go through with the emergence because otherwise none of it mattered. and he couldn’t deal with that. ikaris i can tell isn’t good at dealing with the fact that he makes mistakes. he told sersi he was sorry and then flew headfirst into the sun. he smacks of eldest child syndrome AND gifted kid depression.

ok for real this is the last bullet point. the writing was questionable. the editing was bad. the characters weren’t given enough establishing time - it was a bad idea to do such a huge story in movie format (it should have been a tv show). that said the actors put their whole actussy into this and you can tell chloe zhao tried her utmost best. it’s not a great movie but i still love it because i love this huge unconventional, complex family

#eternals #eternals 2021 #eternal spoilers #ikaris #sersi #thena #druig #ajak #sprite #makkari #gilgamesh #kingo #phastos

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redheadspark · 2 years

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I was wondering if I could request either a small fic or even headcanon of Druig or Clío, Melody gets sick for the first time as a baby and one of them is kinda freaking out about it but the other is like “its fine honey, just a small head cold.” I would really like to see this with Drío please! 🥰💗

A/N: AWWWW This is beyond cute and perfect! Thank you SO much for requesting this, my dear!

Worry

Summary: Who knew the stoic and always cool mind controller would loose his mind when his infant daughter gets sick. Clío did of course.

*This is a cute picture of actor Barry Keoghan (who plays Druig) with his son Brando, I HAD to use this since it looked perfect as an image of Druig and baby Melody.*

Warnings: Angst and fluff rolled into one.

Part of the Melody Series

Druig never thought he would be worried.

No, petrified was a better word.

It started with sniffles and a few coughs here and there, Druig noticing it when he held her first thing in the morning. She would usually be happy to be held by her father, opening her crystal blue eyes at him and having a sense of peace on her infant face. Druig loved seeing her eyes on him the first thing in the morning, it made his day already ten times better.

But on this morning, he could see she wasn't herself. The fussiness was evident, not finding the perfect way to hold her to calm her down from the sniffles and tears as she wiggled in his hold. He saw it in her face too, contorted in uncomfortableness and uneasiness. Melody was always an easy and happy little baby, so seeing her in such a state made Druig feel petrified.

His daughter was sick, and he had no idea what to do.

"I got ya, baby girl. I got ya," Druid hummed over and over, walking back and forth along the living room floor with his daughter fussing in his arms and crying with a whimper on her lips. Clío was on the phone with the doctor, it was better to call ahead than to drive into town which seemed so far away. Druig was focusing on trying to ease his little girl, who was red in the face and wiggling so bad in his hold he was afraid he would drop her. He felt as though he was being tortured from the inside out since he didn't know what to do or how to help her. She had no temperature, they checked already when she started to fuss. But she did sound congested from how she was breathing, making Druig panic not know what to give her.

When he was back in the jungle with Clío, there were healers that were present to help anyone and everyone who got sick. Neyli, the head healer of the village for about 40 years, knew just how to ease any fevers or colds that came upon the young and old. Druig never having to lift a finger to help since she knew anything and everything when it came to natural medicine. But those were natural remedies from herbs and roots, nothing too modern unless it was intense to extreme.

Now he was here, out in the middle of nowhere, and it was his daughter who was ill.

His infant daughter.

"I know, baby. I'm so sorry, Mel. It's gonna be okay," Druig hummed to her over and over like a mantra as she was letting out a new sniffles and sneezes against his chest. He felt useless, only being able to hold her to give her some kind of comfort. She was far too young for him to do some kind of mind control, and he swore he would never do that to his child in the first place. Maybe he could cal Thena, she might know something that could help since Thena and Gilgamesh fended for themselves for some time out in rural Australia. Or maybe Sersi, she might know a thing or two about healing children since she was good with them.

If only Ajak was alive and there to help...

"Alright, I just got off the phone with Dr. Morris," Clío glided into the room over to Druig and Melody, Druig shooting his eyes to her in panic as she gave him reassuring smile and placed her hand under Melody's head and the other along his arm, "I told him what's going on with Mel and he thinks it's a head cold."

"What in the hell is a head cold?" Druig asked in worry and in a panicked tone.

"It's very common, Druig. Especially this time of year since the weather is getting colder," Clío calmly replied to him, looking down at their fussing daughter who had fat tears in her eyes, "He's going to get some antibiotics together and come here to the house within an hour,"

"An hour?!" Druig seethed, his eyes almost bulging out in shock. Clío moved instantly, framing his face in her hands to have him focus on her and her bright eyes.

"He's coming with the medicine, sweetheart," Clío reassured him soothingly, "All we can do is wait, okay? But you need to take a breath before you work yourself up. Come on and breathe for me, babe,"

Druig paused and took in a forced breath, trying to calm himself down since he was still holding his daughter within his arms. Clío kept her stare at him, taking a long breath to almost show him how to breathe. Druig tried again, this time it was a bit better and calmer as he tried to re-center himself. All he could think about was panic, panic of not knowing if this head cold was serious or mild. Panic of waiting a full hour for the doctor to come with the medicine.

Panic over his little daughter, the light of his world.

"You good?" Clío asked, seeing how Druig's shoulders were a bit relaxed and his eyes were no longer rigid. He nodded his had slowly as he looked from his wife down to Melody. She was a bit calmer too, looking between her mother and father and the fussing was dying down a bit. Almost like she was mirror what her father was doing. Druig sighed, pulling her up to kiss her head over and over and keep her close.

"You need to be calm for her, Druig," Clío reminded him as she rubbed Melody's back and rang her other hand in Druig's hair, "I know you're scared, I am too. But honey, she's going to be okay. I know she will be, but Melody needs you to be calm for her so she can feel better,"

Druig could do that, he could be calm for the sake of his child. Melody was everything to him, nothing else mattered to him than the baby he was holding close and his wife who bore the same baby. Those two were his world, and when one was in pain, he was in pain. Anything he could do for either one of them to ease their worries or pain, he would do in an instant. So if he had to be calm, if he had to hold her close for the next hour while they waited for the doctor to arrive, he would do it.

He would do anything for his daughter.

"Thank you again for coming out and for the medicine, Dr. Morris,"

"Anytime! Give the antibiotics a day or two to kick in and she'll be good as new before you know it. Just give her lots of rest and let me know how she takes to the medicine. I'll call in the morning, take care!"

Clío waved as the trucked rolled away down the paved road, Dr. Morris waving his hand out the window as he went back towards the main highway. The cool air that was signaling the evening picked up. Clío sighed in relief, feeling a bit better was she walked back into the house over to the study where she knew she left Druig and Melody.

The doctor arrived within the hour, coming a bit earlier than expected with a big bag with medicine and antibiotics for his sick patient. Druig was still holding Melody, almost protectively until he had to release her over to Dr. Morris, watching with worried eyes as the doctor examined his daughter. Clío was still cool and calm, holding Druig's hand in a sense of comfort as the prognosis was in fact a common Head Cold.

Dr. Morris too was calm, even laughing as Melody sneezed and scrunched her nose at him as he gave Melody the medicine along with the antibiotics while he checked her temperature. Druig felt a wave of relief off his shoulders, hearing it from the doctor himself that Melody was going to be okay. Perhaps he too overreact a bit, hearing that plenty of babies would be sick and get over it within a day or two with the amount of rest and medicine.

Clío poked her head into the study, seeing none other than Melody and Druig. Both fast asleep with Druig leaned back against the loveseat he was in and Melody in his hold, no longer fussing or crying but at peace. She was snoring even, which showed Clío she was in a deep sleep finally for the first time all day. There was peace along Druig's face too, his hair disheveled and the bag under his eyes were evident enough to show all he went through.

But all Clío could think about was the immense love her husband had for their daughter, for the little light of his world, that he would do anything and be anything to bring her happiness and safety. She never saw him scared to that caliber before, and it showed in his love for her and how he wished to take those woes away.

She took a picture on her phone of her husband and daughter asleep, sending it to the group chat and getting some responses moments later:

Phastos: Damn, someone had a rough night.

Clío: We got a sick little one on our hands, and a worried daddy too :)

Sersi: Oh no! Is Melody alright?

Makkari: What happened?!

Thena: How sick is Mel, Clío?

Clío: It's just a head cold, guys. She's okay now. The doctor gave her medicine and she'll be well before we know it. Her dad, however, is another story.

Kingo: Druig looks like hell.

Sprite: Way to be supportive, Kingo!

Kingo: I state the truth!

Sersi: I think he looks like a worried father. How is Druig holding up?

Clío paused from her texting, seeing Druig hum with a small smile on his face and a look of peace there etched along the smile. Such a small scare would bring the mind controller to his knees, to have him feel useless in caring for such a little one. But now that fear was gone, that worry dissolved in the air and all that was left was peace again. Clío grinned widely.

Clío: He's got his little girl safe and sound now. He'll be alright.

The End.

Tagged: @heartofwritiing @a-lumos-in-the-nox @botanicalbarnes @basicrese

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simplymakkari · 2 years

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Please write some Drulkari sex headcanon.

Love all your fics! The lastest fic makes me tear up🥲

oh boy get that fan ready 😏

Druig and Makkari have definitely tried out every sex position known to mankind at least once (there is absolutely no way they've haven't and swung both ways.) Also they've definitely fucked on every surface of the Domo and Ajak's house just because they can (which led to some pretty awkward walk-ins from their family. Phastos has definitely caught them fucking in his lab, much to his dismay.)

Druig likes to leave the light on wherever they are so he can see Makkari and so she can read his lips and his signs and Druig to her. Makkari loves the consideration and thoughtfulness. Most of time, Makkari doesn't mind the dark and they're extremely attentive to each other, even without signing and she signs one-handed the usual stuff like -- deeper, harder, faster, there -- against his back or his chest for his benefit.

In a modern AU, Makkari likes to send sexy tease pics to Druig at work. Druig gets pretty flustered over her and can't stop thinking about her the whole day. Makkari plays innocent when he gets home. Druig just immediately strips and is down bad and horny af and says "D'ye know what ye do to me the whole day? C'mere." Sometimes they don't even make it into the bedroom and just fuck wherever they are -- wall, floor, table, couch, kitchen, no surface is untouched haha

Druig really, really loves Makkari's thighs/legs (c'mon have you seen those legs of hers?) and loves to kiss and run his hands all over them. He'll fuck between the gap of her thighs when she lets him. Makkari likes to tease him with this sometimes until he begs to be inside her.

Makkari likes to (kinda choke) put her hand on Druig's throat tenderly and vice versa. Druig knows it helps her know when he comes close. Druig is extremely vocal for Makkari and gets extremely mouthy and she loves feeling his ✨️ vibrations and moans ✨️ under her palm. Druig talks nonstop to her, tells her how good she feels, whispers encouragements in Irish and English for her. Makkari goes nuts for his voice and his accent and Druig purposely drops his voice sometimes and makes it deeper so she can feel the bass.

In sex, they definitely meet halfway but switch it up occasionally -- Makkari loves being fast but she'll take the slow, teasing pace from Druig and Druig loves being slow and teasing but he loves it when Makkari uses her speed to her advantage and it makes him feel like his dick is gonna fall off but oh boy, it's so worth it for him.

They definitely like to tease each other as foreplay and throughout their sessions. Druig just whispering "D'ye know what I'm gonna do to ye?" and Makkari just challenging him (sometimes she challenges him how quiet he can be and vice versa and Druig is extremely mouthy.) They make a bet sometimes to see how much they can come in one night and what limits they can push. There's a certain element of playfulness during their sessions as well and the neediness for close contact for them.

Druig seems like he is a pleaser and his duty is satisfy Makkari in anyway she wants. The second she gives him ✨️ those (bedroom) eyes ✨️, he just drops whatever he's doing and goes to town or poundtown.

Druig would eat Makkari's pussy whenever and in whatever location Makkari agreed to. He absolutely loves when she sits on his face. He can't get enough of her.

Makkari loves it when Druig maintains unwavering eye contact with her, whether he's fucking her or eating her out, she is a goner for the way his eyes look when he looks at her when he comes (so, so fucking blue and sometimes his eyes flash gold 🥵)

Druig has a praise!kink and loves when Makkari signs good boy to him. He also has a worship!kink and loves showering and showing Makkari all the love she deserves. Makkari does the same for him, telling him how beautiful he looks underneath her because Druig doesn't get enough compliments like she does. It's up to her to do it for him and she loves the way red blushes across his pale skin. She loves holding onto his biceps (she loves those biceps of his 🥵) when they fuck.

Makkari loves gently pulling and tugging on Druig's hair. She loves the way his hair feels under her fingers and her palms and how soft it is. Druig gets turned on even more whenever she tugs on it.

They both love to kiss and suck on each other's necks (c'mon the way they buried themselves into their necks in the beach scene???) Makkari does it more so to Druig since he loves, treasures and kisses her hands and her fingers.

With Makkari's consent, of course, Druig likes to use his mind control and it helps gives Makkari's hands some rest or to do other things if she wanted. Druig definitely has done some little kinky mind control, like edging Makkari and denying her orgasms at some point in their lives.

They like to do their iconic forehead touch™️ when they come.

They like to hold each other and cuddle or help each other clean up in the aftermath (cause aftercare is super, super hot). They also definitely check in with each other during their sessions as well to make sure everything is going okay.

They both can go hard-core or just sensual, comforting sex.

Makkari likes to steal Druig's clothes or wear his shirt in the aftermath.

Last but not least, their sex life thrives on almost getting caught lol

Druig: "Really, right now, baby?"

Makkari: "Right now. We can be quiet, right? You know you want this."

#answered ask #inbox #drukkari #druig #makkari #druig x makkari #makkari x druig #lauren ridloff #barry keoghan #tumblr asks

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I ALMOST FORGOT! It’s still Fanfic Friday and here’s my fic! Haven, Ajak, Makkari, Darkstar, Scorpion, Asp, Mantis, Lightwave. All the dress designs I did or plan to do. Plus Essex and Bennet as cameos, and Selene in the role as the villan. requested by @catboy-sinister Shaw is mentioned in passing but does not appear. This is all about Haven being a damsel in distress who gets saved by multiple beautiful women, because I really really really like Haven getting rescued like she never did in canon. Basically, self-indulgent slosh as always! Complete with my attempt at classic comic-book dialogue style!

The third Hellfire Gala was in full swing, held outdoors, for the glory of Krakoa itself surpassed the beauty of any structure’s interior. There were sheltered areas, of course, but these were open, and they were not concrete and cement and glass and rebar, but natural structures formed by Krakoa itself. Caves and tunnels of stone that had sprung up overnight like giant mushrooms, with natural holes to serve as windows and crystals that jutted from the ‘sills’ to cast colored light on the opposite walls, twisting overheads of massive tree roots risen from the ground ensnared by whole forests worth of vines and flowers, spiraling fungi steps leading up to second ‘floors’ made of branches so wide and flat on top they served easily as walkways for multiple people to mingle upon. And as the sun set, genetically engineered insects, flowers, lichens, and more fungi lit up the dusk with their natural glow. Well, natural-ish. Mantis found it all very interesting. She’d always had an inborn empathy with nature, and her connection to plant life in particular had only been enhanced by her union with the Prime Cotati as the Celestial Madonna. Therefore, she’d been keen to communicate not simply with Krakoa itself, but all the organisms upon it—and no, she didn’t mean mutants. She wanted to know how these flowers and lichens and so on felt about their modification and utilization as decor for these invasive meat-creatures. Their responses varied, as with any population, but most seemed content enough with the situation. She’d also found it quite interesting to communicate with a fellow guest, Radha “Haven” Dastoor. A human philanthropist with a long history of supporting all those downtrodden or oppressed, she was the only current human member of Krakoa’s Inner Circle of the Hellfire Trading Company. Appointed its Black Queen, she was a liaison to both the human world, and invaluable as someone who knew where the miracle drugs of the famous island flora were needed most, and how to distribute them. What was of interest to Mantis though, was the woman’s. . .vibes, might be the most accurate word in English. Again, Mantis was a keenly sensitive individual even before her link to vegetation formed, and that extended to people. It seemed Haven, though she possessed no superpowers, was the same. The older woman had seen her off by herself—well, seemingly by herself, if you didn’t count non-animal life forms!---and how she appeared entranced with the plants before her, touching them with her antenna, for Mantis spoke to them without words, in their own language. She’d approached, and inquired most politely about it. Sensing her sincerity, Mantis explained, and she felt the most exquisite reaction of wonder and joy from this Haven! Haven found this a fantastic thing, and she told Mantis so, setting off their conversation. And through that conversation, Mantis could feel a bond growing between them rapidly, and what was more, she could feel Haven feeling it as well! Emotions and words flowed rapidly and naturally between the women like two rivers mixing their waters, and in minutes it was if they’d been lifelong friends. These two were not the only ones finding common ground. Two agents of S.H.I.E.L.D, Carmilla “Scorpion” Black and Aurora “Lightwave” Dante, were also hitting it off. Despite both being employed with the same organization, and both superpowered women of similar youth, they’d actually never met before til now, when they were sent in attendance together after receiving their mutual invites. “I wasn’t sure I even counted as a mutant, to be honest,” Scorpion was telling Lightwave, “I mean, my powers came at sixteen, yeah, and it happened on its own, no radioactive scorpions involved, but I thought that was all due to my bio-monster’s genetic engineering.” “I guess maybe it could be a little of both?” Lightwave suggested, “Maybe you always had the X-gene, and your mom just played around with how it manifested.” “Well, given how it ended up actually SAVING me from her brainwashing chemicals, that would make a lot of sense. There’s no way she’d have arranged for THAT deliberately.” “That’s the old unpredictable x-factor!” Lightwave quipped, “You never know what it’s gonna do or how it’s gonna do it! I think that’s actually why it’s named that.” “Really? I always figured it was after that Professor X guy, didn’t he discover it?” “He did, and he named it, but I heard it wasn’t after himself, it was—oh, hi, can we help you?” “I apologize so much for interrupting,” said the dark-skinned woman who had approached them. She was beautiful, older than the pair of them but surely not out of her 30s, maybe not even into them, her sleek black hair in a chin-length bob and her black-and-gold gown in an Egyptian-inspired design. “But you, in the fetching green number. . .you are the one they call Stinger?” “I’m Scorpion. This is Stinger,” Scorpion lifted her left arm and pointed to it with her right one. The latter was covered in a long ruched sleeve that matched the skirt of her dress, but the former was bare save for a metal armlet from which metal fringes and small spikes, matching her earrings, dangled, and a metal bracelet linked to a ring, with a dazzling green gem between them set on the back of her hand. This ring-bracelet was a modified version of the gauntlet specially constructed by S.H.I.E.L.D to help her better control the discharges from Stinger, as she called her left arm. Normally, the gauntlet contracted into a much plainer little bracelet for her civilian-wear, but the good folks in the SHIELD labs had crafted her a bauble more befitting this occasion. “I see,” said the woman sweetly, and the smile at her lips was looking less polite and more. . .intrigued? Pleased? Anticipatory? “Why do you ask?” Lightwave said, feeling a bit odd about all this, and a bit left out of the conversation. “I’m Asp, of the Serpent Society,” the woman replied, “And while I’ve yet to take up residence on this lovely island, I’m a mutant myself—one of the few among my cohorts whose powers are all-natural. All-natural and—very similar to yours.” She darted her eyes towards Scorpion, and continued, “I can fire blasts of energy from my hands—both hands—that has an effect on the body like that of a venomous snake. You call yours a sting; I liken mine to a bite.” “Uh huh, cool,” Scorpion was somehow both bored and suspicious, and placed her hands on her waist, “So our powers are vaguely alike. Anything else you wanted to tell me?” Unresponsive to the rise of rudeness in the younger woman’s tone, Asp continued in her own polite one, though there was a persuasive silkiness to it now, “I’ve been propositioned by a few residents of Krakoa to partake in a game of chance. They want to take bets on which of us has a better venom-blast. And the winner gets a cut of the pot.” Scorpion looked at her hard. Lightwave tensed, unsure of what the outcome would be. “Nah,” said Scorpion, “My powers aren’t a game for me, lady. I don’t play with them like one.” “Oh, what a pity,” said Asp primly, “I did so hope you’d be a willing participant.” “What’s that supposed to mea–” Scorpion was cut off as Asp fired a venom blast towards her; Scorpion’s quick reflexes allowed her to jump out of the way, but it still would have grazed her calf if not for Lightwave’s equally quick force shield. Asp readied another blast, but was caught from behind by tendrils of darkness that bound her arms to the sides and lifted her off her feet. Behind her, controlling the solid shadows, hovered a slender blonde woman, dressed in Gala regalia was well. Darkstar, aka Laynia Petrovna, a recently arrived resident on Krakoa who had defected from service to the Russian government. “No fighting is allowed here! You know the rules!” Darkstar commanded. “We’re not…ungh…fighting. . .we’re competing!” Asp gasped, straining against her umbrous bonds. Darkstar looked to Scorpion and Lightwave for confirmation. . .or lack thereof. “Yeah,” Scorpion said after a moment, “We were just testing our powers against each other. They’re pretty similar so we wanted to see who packed more poison.” Lightwave looked at her comrade in surprise, but didn’t contradict her. “Hmm,” Darkstar evaluated the situation. She’d wanted to be useful to the nation of Krakoa, as they had shown her great mercy by allowing her here, and she was consuming resources of the island, and she wished to give back to its people, protect them, as she had protected those of Mother Russia. To this end, she’d been appointed a reserve X-Man, and in the meantime given a great many menial tasks. For instance, Gala security. She lowered herself down, and released Asp, stating, “Games of skill are permitted as part of the Gala’s activities, but please, use an area designated for such. I will guide you to one and supervise.” Asp looked irritated, but all she said was, “Thank you so much.” As Darkstar lead the way, Lightwave whispered to Scorpion, “Why did you say that?” “Because I can handle myself,” Scorpion whispered back, “I don’t need KG-Blondie coming to my rescue. This lady really wants a fight? Fine.” Meanwhile, Asp was calling some friends on her little snake-themed cell phone, and by the time the trio arrived with Darkstar to the clearing, there was already a little crowd of interested parties waiting. “This better be a good show and a good pot, love,” Pyro quipped at Asp, “I left a bonzer card game for this!” “You were losing,” Phantazia pointed out. “Not for long I wasn’t gonna be!” Scorpion and Lightwave weren’t the only guests experiencing some. . .conflict. “Oh dear me, Ajak, you may be divine these days, but that dress surely is not!” Sinister crowed at the Eternal, “Oh my, wait, no—Dante did write the Divine Comedy, did he not? That must be what he meant!” Ajak had come to the Gala not as Ajak Celestia, but as herself. Somehow. Yet she had allegedly not unfused with the Progenitor. According to her, this was but a tangible aspect of herself, continuing to experience the world as an individual while her whole remained at her post, watching the world and waiting for the right time to pass the final judgement upon it all. Right now though, she was being judged, quite harshly, by Sinister. Or rather, her sartorial choices were. And while Ajak was not one who took pride in fashion, pride she did have, much too much so to be mocked by this obscenity before her that called itself Sinister. “You were gagged and shackled by me before,” Ajak warned coolly, “Do not tempt me to do so again.” “Oh, you’re not the one I’d want doing that,” Sinister assured, “But Bennett, dear, have you seen Shaw around? He might be into it.” Exodus and Ajak both looked confused, but Makkari, who had been doing her best to diffuse things, looked disgusted. Unlike the other two, she’d spent a long time in the modern world, after all. But she needn’t have worried. No one had seen Shaw for quite some time this evening. How very odd. Very, very odd. Wherever Shaw was, though, he wasn’t with Haven. Nor was Exodus. Nor was Ajak. Save for Mantis, she was alone. And Mantis, she said, suddenly had an engagement. So scratch that. Haven was alone when a column of darkness solidified before her into none other than Selene, Black Priestess! Priestess to what? The ultimate goddess—-herself of course! “You wretched little creature!” the sorcerous mutant spat as tendrils of her darkness reached out and wrapped around Haven, flexible as vines and strong as chains, “You truly thought you could usurp my place?! You thought it was yours to take and Shaw’s to give?! He’s been dealt with and now so shall y–” Selene was cut off by a kick to the back of her head that would have decapitated a mere mortal. . .or a mutant who wasn’t smart enough to have protectively enchanted her body since that little upstart snipe(r) Hope had shot her. “This one thinks not!” Mantis cried, having used the kick to push herself away from Selene once more and land dramatically near Haven, whose bonds had momentarily loosened due to Selene’s distraction. Loosened. . .but, Mantis found when she tried to free her new friend, not enough. “This one sensed something was afoot!” she explained, in her customary third-person speaking style. It was not due to lack of understanding so-called “proper” English, but a very deliberate way of distancing herself from the ego of the words “I” and “me” as the Pama Priests had taught her. “So you hid in the shadows til I emerged,” Selene emerged, looming over her new opponent, “Very clever—but you’d have been far more clever to avoid the Black Queen!” As she spoke, the rocks and stones around them levitating and hurled down towards Mantis like comets. She leaped into the air once more, using them as stepping stones, trying to get back to Selene. The rocks, meanwhile, avoided Haven; Selene had far more personal plans in store for her attempted replacement. Selene’s telekinesis could only affect inanimate objects. Plants, though perhaps not as mobile as their meaty counterparts, were not inanimate. They were beyond her control. But they answered to another mistress—Mantis, the Celestial Madonna! As she bounded from rock to rock while avoiding being hit by the same projectiles she climbed, she still managed to direct a portion of her mental energy towards summoning the aid of the surrounding flora—something Krakoa was plentiful in! Flowers, ferns, and moss, they all came to her aid, the trees themselves bending to swing their mighty branches at the black-clad witch, as though nature itself were trying to banish her unnatural presence. But Selene just cackled, and the foliage before her burst into flames. For pyrokinesis was on her list of myriad talents mutant and magical. Still, even this defeat served its purpose for Mantis, who used the Black Priestess’s moment of triumph as a distraction to lunge at her! But Selene met this too with laughter, welcoming Mantis into her arms—arms whose skin instantly began to drain the life itself from the Celestial Madonna’s flesh! “My what truly potent energy you have!” Selene crowed, “So unique! Those senses of yours didn’t tell you what MY true gift is, did they? To drain your life and make it my own! Don’t fret though, you won’t die—you will live for eternity in ME!” “The only place of eternity for you is the PIT!” Darkstar had joined the fray. Like Mantis, she too had sensed a disturbance in the force—the Darkforce, specifically, which Selene was calling upon for her shadow manipulation. She couldn’t commandeer the shadows that were holding Haven, but she could at least summon her own to save Mantis, engulfing the former Avenger in a Darkforce teleportation portal, sending her somewhere safer. Alas, that also meant that Mantis was out of the fight, especially since those unused to traveling through the Darkforce dimension were often drained by it, physically and mentally. Even now, mere prolonged contact with it was probably harming Haven on both fronts. Darkstar knew she had to end this fast. Selene, however, had no intention of cooperating with that notion. The two Darkforce wielders went at it, firing their obsidian elemental energies at each other. But while Darkstar’s power was the Darkforce alone, Selene had many other abilities at her disposal, and Darkstar was fading fast against them. Finally, she fell from the sky, her fancy feathered Gala dress in a heap around her, giving her the likeness of a bird that had crashed into a windowpane. There was a roar of fire around her as a ring of enchanted flame encircled her, then formed a dome above her. She tried to teleport, but could not even call upon that much. The Darkforce has closed its doors to you, my dear, Selene’s voice spoke in her head, You are but its friend—I am its QUEEN! Don’t fret though; you won’t be burned unless you try to escape. After all, if Darkstar died, she might remember what happened to Haven the human when she woke up. Selene would need to make some modifications to her memory first. Not normally within Selene’s telepathic abilities, which were in fact relatively minor ones, but sorcery was always a boost. And the enlisted aid of mutants too afraid to say no, of course. Selene sauntered now to the still-imprisoned Haven, who seemed to be awaiting her fate impassively. “No begging? No pleading? I’m almost disappointed by your dignity. Or are you just so purely petrified? I know it can’t be that you’re actually RESPECTFUL enough to hold your tongue in the presence of a goddess,” Selene crooned, “After all, you had no respect when you accepted MY place and title!” “I do beg you not to do this,” Haven said, her brown eyes indeed imploring, “For your sake. You will harm yourself, horribly, if you try to–” “HA!” Selene cut her off with a derisive laugh, tossing her elegant head back so her elaborate necklace jewels gleamed in the fire’s light, “You think those FOOLS on the Quiet Council can imprison ME? They couldn’t even keep me dead!” “We’ll do better,” said a new voice. For the third time, a new player had entered Selene’s scene to save Haven. Or rather, two new players. Haven had been physically silent through the whole ordeal, but she’d been mentally calling out to Ajak and Exodus the entire time. Alas, Exodus and Ajak had become. . .engaged. . .with Sinister in a psychic. . .dispute. . .and Makkari was as telepathically Deaf as she was physically. It was only now that Exodus had things, er, handled, that he and Ajak got the message. Exodus was required to stay behind to keep Sinister contained, but Ajak and Makkari were now free to handle matters for their friend. “Oh, the so-called gods arrive,” Selene seemed unimpressed, “Truth me told, I’m rather pleased to see you. I’ve long wanted to test your mettle against–” She was cut off by a massive energy blast by Ajak. At the same time, Makkari rushed behind Selene as she was blasted backwards, pummeling her rapidly in the back with such strength and speed that even her magically enhanced body buckled. The ebony prison around Haven did the same, slackening and then dissipating entirely, and Haven fell to her knees, drained by the contact with the Darkforce. At the same time, the fire imprisoning Darkstar disappeared, though the Russian could not yet use her powers again. Selene put up a valiant fight; she was no pushover. But the Eternals could manipulate cosmic energy, move at high speeds, lift over 15 tons, and, most importantly, never tire. For all her power, Selene could be worn down. Ajak and Makkari could not. And when the former was spent, by coincidence, she had collapsed right next to Haven. Still conscious, her body now rapidly withering into a crone from the expenditure of energy, she knew she could not win. . .but she could at least do what she had set out to, and to replenish her youth in the process. “No!” Haven cried out as Selene reached for her, “Selene, don’t! It’s dang–” She was silenced as Selene began to sap her energy, and Makkari and Ajak both rushed to intervene. Makkari’s speed was more than adequate to get there before Selene’s skin even made contact with Haven, and yet her incredible strength could not separate them. But it was not Selene who was keeping Haven trapped; it was vice versa. Haven and Selene were both howling, Selene in pain, Haven in sympathy as she tried to free the other woman from her own body. Yet even as Haven successfully pushed her away, Selene’s body continued draining the energy from Haven. Makkari and Ajak could SEE it crackling in the air, linking the women’s bodies. “Help her!” Haven cried out to the confused Eternals, “The demonic energy—it’s too much, it’s going to destroy her from inside–” Ajak and Makkari didn’t exactly understand, and frankly neither of them were inclined to help Selene at all, but Haven’s distress was a motivator if nothing else for Ajak in particular. But. . .what could they do? Not knowing what else to do, Ajak ran to Haven and grabbed her, preparing to get her out of there, away from having to watch whatever was going to happen to Selene. And this turned out to be the correct move. Ajak’s body had moved between the energy streams that had linked the women, and in doing so, had severed them. . .no, not severed them. Ajak’s cosmic energy that fueled her nigh-indestructible body flowed now along the current into Selene just before it disappeared. Even this tiny transfer was a life-saving boost, saving the sorceress and restoring her youth in the bargain. But she was still powerless, on her hands and knees, her head down, unable to even speak, panting in pain on the grass. What was that? Makkari signed, and Ajak relayed it to Haven as always. “I’ll. ..explain,” said Haven, hesitantly, as if she didn’t wish to, “But first. . .” She knelt beside Selene, placing a steadying hand on her. Selene tried to shrink from her instinctively, like a scared animal, and only ended up collapsing into the lap of her would-be prey. Haven held her gently, trying to comfort her while also keeping the woman’s pride and dignity in mind, “I’m sorry. It’s very unjust to you, isn’t it?” Because Haven knew that, from Selene’s point of view, it likely was. She had never met the former Black Queen before, but Shaw had told her about her extensively, and she’d also been able to garner Selene’s perspective quite well from the things she’d said to her in this encounter. And what she had garnered was that Selene was as locked into her own perspective as Haven had once been in. For which Haven could not blame her; changing one’s mind was hard enough, and Selene had held hers for thousands of years. And it must be such a comforting one; she never questioned her own worth or place in the universe, her reason for being here or the purpose of her long life or the morality of taking the lives of others to sustain it. To step away from that belief. . .why, it might literally kill her. She was what she was, and Haven loved her. She loved everyone. Which was why she asked the others not to tell the Council about this. Darkstar could not agree. She was dutiful to Krakoa’s laws. But Haven’s request for mercy would also be relayed, she promised. Mantis was fine, as were, of course, Ajak and Makkari. Haven was weakened, but wished to remain at the Gala after Selene was taken away by Exodus. And she did give that explanation to the Eternals. “The thing that lived in me once. . .is gone,” she said, each word a labor, “But some remnants of its power. . .” The Eternals both nodded grimly. She did not continue and they did not urge her to. As for Scorpion and Asp’s contest, the moment Darkstar left, it no longer had a referee, and the spectators swiftly decided they wanted to be PARTICIPANTS instead. It was an absolute disaster and a good time was had by all involved! Oh, and Shaw was er. . .fine. If you care. END

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