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starryevermore · 2 years
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Waaaait what If ikarus came Home to find a deviant attacked reader why he was visiting Ajak and just thinks is all his fault. “please wake up WAKE UP” “no no no it’s my fault, I did this, I’m so sorry. If I stayed…” 🥺 make us cry more
flew too close ✧ ikaris
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request: Waaaait what If ikarus came Home to find a deviant attacked reader why he was visiting Ajak and just think is all his fault. “please wake up WAKE UP” “no no no it’s my fault, I did this, I’m so sorry. If I stayed…” 🥺 make us cry more
pairing: ikaris x fem!reader
word count: 296
warnings?: switched up the request a little bit but oh well, angst, major character death, not proofread
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Ikaris landed in front of your home. It was quiet, eerily quiet. You were never the quiet type. Life breathed into everything you did. But the wildflowers that once blossomed in your yard was wilted. The bright paint of your front door seemed duller. The music that once played had stopped, the only sound he could hear being the sound of the wind whipping around him.
An odd feeling settled in his gut as he walked up to the door. It was open, looked almost like it had been ripped from its hinges. No, he thought, not you…
“Y/N?” he shouted. 
He was met only with deafening silence.
Ikaris continued through the house, but he wished he hadn’t. Because when he saw you collapsed on the floor, a dried pool of blood surrounding you, he knew everything he ever wanted was ripped away from him.
“No…” he said, falling to his knees beside you. He reached for you, cradling your body in his arms. You were cold, colder than anything he’d ever felt before. “My love, I’m sorry…I should have been here. I was supposed to protect you.”
He sniffled, his tears falling from his face, landing on yours. “Please, please, my love, wake up. This isn’t funny. My love, I need you.”
But you said nothing, because you could do nothing. 
“I’m so sorry. I’m sorry, this is all my fault. If I had stayed…” he choked on his sob. “I was supposed to protect you from the Deviants…If I stayed, you would still…”
He had lost everything. 
He failed his mission. He lost Ajak. He lost the rest of his Eternals. And he lost you. All of this was his fault. 
Perhaps, he thought, he should have stayed on the sun. 
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Good Luck Charm
Pairing: Ikaris x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~600
Warnings: sports (cheerleading) injury
Summary: Your boyfriend and his friends have shown up to your competition to cheer you on, but when your enemy on the team intentionally hurts you, Ikaris has other plans.
Squares Filled: sports injury for @badthingshappenbingo​
Author’s Note: feedback is important!
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“Promise me you’ll be careful,” Ikaris says.
You’re about to go on stage and perform with the rest of the cheerleaders on your team, and like always, your immortal boyfriend only cares if you’re safe or not. He had Ajak look up the statistics for cheerleading and found out that 52% of cheerleading accidents result in sprains, 16% result in fractures, and 3% result in concussions. Ikaris takes your safety and protection very seriously, so he was concerned you were going to end up hurting yourself.
“I promise I will be careful.”
He gently grabs the sides of your face and leans down to kiss you. You often say that’s your good luck charm because whenever he would kiss you, you’d do better than if he didn’t. It’s a psychological trick, but you love it nonetheless.
“Okay, I have to go,” you say and pull away from him.
“One more.”
He pulls you in and kisses you once more, and you giggle against his lips.
“Ikaris,” you smile.
“Okay, go.”
You smile at him and head to your team who is getting ready on the stage. Ikaris heads back to his fellow Eternals who all came to see you perform with your college team. You’re a senior, about to graduate, and you have a cheering competition. You’ve always been a cheerleader ever since your freshman year of high school, so this is nothing new to you.
The only thing you’d like to change about this is the person who is spotting you. You’re one of the fliers, and the woman who is in charge of holding you in the air and catching you (she’s the strongest one on the team) really hates your guts. You’re not sure what you did to warrant this behavior from her, but she just doesn’t like you.
You hope she is going to be professional about this and do the best that she can because that’s what you’re going to do. As soon as the music starts, you and your team begin your performance, smiling at all the friendly faces in the crowd.
Your eyes are on Ikaris the entire time as he and his fellow Eternals cheer you on. You get in the small group to get ready to fly, and everything goes as planned. You’re tossed into the air as the woman who hates you holds your foot steady so you don’t fall. You grin and jump into the air, doing three tight spins before heading back down to the ground.
The woman is supposed to catch you, but instead of doing that, she steps back subtly, watching as you come crashing to the ground. Your arm snaps under the weight of your body, your tailbone gets severely bruised, and your head hits the floor with a sickening crack. Everyone shoots out of their seat with audible gasps, and you look at the woman who was supposed to catch you.
“You bitch,” you cry in pain.
The first person out of their seat is Ikaris. He pushes past everyone to get to you, worry etched over his entire face.
“Come on, let's get her to the back,” your coach says.
You cry in pain when you’re lifted by your boyfriend, and he, your coach, and a few other cheerleaders bring you to the back staging room.
“Call 911.”
“No, don’t. Ajak!” Ikaris yells for his leader.
The healer walks into the room and heads over to you, placing her hands over your body. She uses her powers to heal you of any injuries you’ve acquired.
“I’m going to kill her,” Ikaris growls.
“No, please stay with me,” you beg.
The coach and the other cheerleaders gather to talk about what happened back there, and you know that your teammate is going to be in trouble. Ikaris takes a seat next to your small table just as Ajak finishes healing you.
“This is why I didn’t want you cheering, my love.”
“I’ll be okay. As long as I have you by my side, I will always be safe.”
Ikaris leans down and kisses your head, glad that you were able to be healed in time before permanent damage happened.
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hext00ns · 2 years
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E.T.L.C. (Extra Terrestrial Love and Care) {@sicktember}
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Ships: Don Dogoier/Ahim de Famille/Joe Gibken/Ikari Gai/Captain Marvelous/Luka Millfy
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Description: When their resident human falls ill, the Gokaigers attempt to find a way to help.
{Sicktember 2022 Day 9: Home Remedy}
Gai was always one of the first to wake. When Don was half done with breakfast and Luka and Marvelous had finally risen from their own sleep, it was much more obvious that an excitable silver presence was missing.
When the rest of the crew sat down for breakfast and Gai still hadn’t come out a feeling of concern wafted in the air. Of course, that worry didn’t keep Marvelous from attempting to steal food off the missing ranger’s plate. Only for Ahim to slap his hand away with a calm smile.
“Maybe one of us should go see if he’s alright,” she then suggested to the obvious silent question.
As if on cue, Gai finally walked out of his room. However, there was no energy to his steps. He seemed lethargic and practically still asleep. He made a turn into the kitchen before walking back out with a bag of spicy chips.
“Gai, are you going to eat those for breakfast?” Don asked, trying and failing to hide the insult out of his voice.
The human looked up at him, already shoving a handful into his mouth. He looked down at the bag in his hands then back to his crew, the gears in his head almost visually turning on his features. “Oh!” He swallowed what he had before explaining, “My nose is stuffy.”
“Your… nose?” Ahim questioned with a tilt of her head.
Gai nodded. “The spicy makes my face open up when it’s all,” he waved his hands around before making a noise of disgust and discomfort.
“Open up?” Luka parroted in question.
“He’s sick,” Marvelous finally said around his own food. He didn’t bother to look up but the others turned to him. They then turned back to Gai.
“You’re sick?” Ahim questioned worriedly. Both she and Don got up from their chairs to approach him.
Gai waved his hands and took a step back. “Ah! Not really- well I mean… I feel a little off but- but I’m probably fine!”
The slide of the chair made everyone turn back to Marvelous. He stood with Joe and Luka quickly following suit.
Joe walked over and lifted Gai over his shoulder without another word. The other made a sound of surprise but didn’t try to move from his grip. He was more used to being lifted around by the others than he’d realized.
Don took the bag from him and looked at the chip with a curious frown. “Is this a normal remedy on earth?”
“Uhh, not really,” Gai admitted. “I used to do it a lot in school when I got sick and had stuff to do. It’s a good quick way to clear your sinuses!”
Ahim ran a hand over his cheek with a smile. “That doesn’t sound very healthy even for humans.”
“Uhh, I mean it’s not… super unhealthy,” Gai mumbled. “Potatoes and peppers are vegetables! And those are probably in them somewhere.”
“Alright,” Marvelous cut him off from continuing his futile attempt of convincing them. “You’re on sick time. Bed.”
Joe started walking towards the rooms.
“Wh-wait! But what if the Zangyack attack? Or you guys need to get a grand power!” Gai stammered out to try and convince them.
“I’m sure we can figure it out for a few days,” Luka smirked.
Once Joe had taken Gai back to his room, he laid the other down on his bed. “How sick are you?” he questioned. “Honestly.”
Gai frowned. “I’m congested and my throat kinda hurts,” he admitted.
Joe gave a hum and nodded. “They’re probably going to try and nurse you back to health.”
Gai blushed some at that. He couldn’t lie the idea of the others fretting over him like that was kinda sweet. It didn’t change the fact that he hated being stuck in bed all day.
“None of us know anything about humans, though,” Joe added. “You’ll have to make sure they don’t accidentally make it worse.” It was obviously a joke by the small smile Joe flashed him. Even if there was a small bit of truth to his words.
“Ah! Joe-san,” Gai called before the other could leave. “If you guys meet another sentai, promise to take lots of pictures and get their autograph for me!”
Joe gave another smile before nodding. “Yeah, of course.” He bent down to press a kiss to Gai’s temple before walking out with a, “feel better soon.”
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Gai had drifted in and out of sleep for a while before he was fully roused by the sound of others in his room. The rest of the crew had found their way in as he was waking up. Joe opting to lean against the doorway behind the rest of them.
“We looked into some earth home remedy methods to try and help a fast recovery,” Ahim explained to the tired human.
Marvelous walked over to his bed and started to shove a large bag of oranges under his pillow.
“Wh-what? Wait! What are you doing?” Gai tried to stop the other. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and fully sat up in bed.
Marvelous stood and shoved the bag to his face. “Sleeping on oranges helps with being sick. Doesn’t it?”
“I- what? Where did you hear that?”
The captain shrugged. “Read it somewhere I think.”
“That sounds stupid anyways,” Luka said as she pushed past him. “Here! Suck on this.” She started shoving her hand into Gai’s face.
He pushed her hand away so he could get a good look at what she was holding only to see a live frog. “I’m not putting that in my mouth!” he shrieked.
“Why not?” Luka hissed out. “Don’t you want to get better?”
“Yes but- how is that going to help?”
“I saw it on TV,” Luka explained. “Now don’t be a coward!” She tried to shove it back into his face.
“That was a cartoon!” Gai cried. “That’s not an actual thing! Luka-san!”
Don finally stepped up and gently pulled Luka’s arm back. “I think you should take that back outside.”
Luka frowned but stepped back to stand with Marvelous. He looked at her with a raised brow. “Shut up,” she hissed. “Wasn’t like your idea was any better.” Marvelous only smirked.
“Here,” Don said to Gai, handing him a mustard bottle. “I read in a book that this clears up sinuses.”
“Oh so eating mustard is more normal than sucking on a frog,” Luka mumbled with a huff.
“Actually, you’re supposed to rub it on your chest,” Don explained.
Marvelous and Luka made matching faces of disgust.
“I think I’ve heard of that one too,” Gai mumbled.
Don beamed with pride, clearly happy he’d done something right.
“But,” Gai continued. “I don’t really want to pour mustard on myself. It is kinda gross…”
“Hah!” Luka called out, pointing the frog at Don.
“At least mine was something humans actually use,” he mumbled at her.
Ahim was the next to step forward. Gai tried not to make a face, fearful of whatever else his loving, yet clueless crew had come up with. However, he quickly noted that Ahim wasn’t holding anything. Instead, she smiled at him and said, “I also looked into some remedies here on earth. But, I thought it would be best to instead ask you what you needed to feel better.”
Gai blinked at her for a moment before his face broke out into a relaxed smile. “I guess, if I’m stuck in bed, would you make me some tea? It helps with sore throats.”
Ahim nodded and pressed a kiss to his temple before leaving to do just that.
Gai looked up to the others and said, “Even though most of your ideas were kinda gross, it still means a lot that you guys care so much.”
Matching smiles formed around him. “What?” Marvelous started. “You think we wouldn’t care about our own crew when he’s sick?” he humorously berated as he hooked one arm around the other’s neck and used his other hand to noogy the human.
Gai let out sounds of surprise while chuckles fell from the rest in the room.
When Ahim walked back in she put her hand to Marvelous’ shoulder. “I think it’s best not to injure the sick,” she chastised with a smile.
Marvelous let go and shrugged. “He’s fine.”
Gai thanked Ahim for his tea as he took it from her.
Luka let out a sudden hum, causing eyes on her. “Is now a bad time to say I lost the frog?”
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wariosdogballs · 2 years
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I think it's so funny that on my main blog I post fan fiction and crochet patterns and I'm like a goblin girl gremlin thing on this blog.
The duality of man
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cdragons · 6 months
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Truce Part 3
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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 Pairing(s): Ikaris x Persephone!Reader, Persephone!Eternal Reader & Hecate!Eternal Reader Word Count: 4.1k Prompt/Summary: Part 3 of Truce Miniseries! Warning: SMUTTY TOPICS (Ikaris is a horndog), Neurodivergent reader is neurodivergent, Hecate!Reader bestie is her own warning, Ikaris was kind of a douche (but he gets better), Phastos needs a raise and some aspirin Note: I cannot believe that I managed to update this miniseries so quickly, but my longer fics that forever to write out smh. ANYWAY, once again, thank you to the most wonderful beta reader a new fanfic writer can ask for in the history of everything, @valeskafics ! She is an incredibly kind and patient human and one of the best and most incredible fanfic writers for HOTD, GOT, and the Ewanverse on Tumblr! If you love any of Ewan Mitchell's works or are a fan of GOT/HOTD, I highly recommend checking her blog out! You will not regret it! Also, the BIGGEST thank you and shout of love to @ethereal-athalia , my good man in the storm, I have never clicked so well with someone on this platform when it came to crazy ideas, and thanks to her, I can write out my ideas and share them on this site! If you want to read more from this AU, please click on this masterlist!
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“Ikaris,” you breathily purred out, “come with me to my room.”
The second your lips touched the outer rim of his ear, and breathily whispered out your near silent command, Ikaris thought that he must have died and reached paradise. The idea of coming into your bedroom, alone with you, and with no risk of interruptions. He fucked his hand more times than he was willing to admit at the idea. But in every fantasy that entered his mind, that took hold of his body every time you so much as smiled his way, it was you who initiated the coupling. The first thing he registered was the intense wave of your fragrance that overwhelmed his senses, followed by the thought of how the sight of your bed was begging him to throw you on top of the covers, and ravage you until the only word you could remember was his name.
In every reverie that his mind could possibly conjure, you would slowly strip yourself bare before shyly crawling to your bed and draping your figure with coverings. And after he would remove his own armor, he would remove the covers in order to witness you in all of your bare glory, before crawling on top of you. He would be patient with you, only holding you in his arms so that you could feel the rapid beating of his heart. No matter what, Ikaris wanted you to understand that while out of the two of you- he may have been the fighter, but it was you who held the power.
He would treat you with only the utmost tenderness and care that was necessary for an ethereal being such as yourself. He’d kiss you- softly, sweetly- taking in the memory of your lips pressed against his, before he would slowly make his way in devouring you. He often wondered if you tasted as sweet as you smelled. After taking his fill with your lips, he would lay kisses across your jaw, and down your neck until he would pause to take in the view of your perfect breasts.
Oh, to be able to hold your chest in his hands would be a dream come true. To mark your supple skin with his kisses would be his greatest dream. The idea of hearing you moan out his name was enough to get him hard. The only part of you that could rival the glory of your chest was the marvel of your perfect ass. Under no circumstances was there to be any space on your skin unblemished by his design, all leading that moment when he will find your clit, with hopes to find you soaked. And if you needed more stimulation, he would be more than happy to help you climax in any way; tongue, fingers, cock, his body was yours. He would not stop kissing, marking, and breathing in you until there was not a single part of your body that wasn’t completely and thoroughly loved by him.
Granted, when you told Ikaris to walk with you to your private quarters at the Domo, he probably should have known it was too good to be true that you would ever intend to be… “physical” with him.
But never in his wildest imagination would he have thought that the room conjoining your bed quarters would house such an impressive field hosting dozens of different kinds of fruits and vegetation, each having an impressive number of subspecies. Nor would he have expected to be in the position of harvesting said crops with you as you begin to talk his ear off about you design the crop, and what qualifications need to be met before you can properly introduce and integrate them to humanity’s budding culture. Ikaris tried his best to follow along, but the moment you uttered the words “sustainable agriculture” he was completely lost. But all hope in maintaining his composure was lost when you reached your grove of root vegetables. Due to some more deeply rooted than others, you had to crouch on your knees in order to gain a steady enough foundation to grip the crop by its stalk to pull it out, forcing Ikaris to test his willpower as he tried his best to not stare too long at the sight of your glorious backside.
And when the two of you moved on, he swore that he wasn’t imagining how tightly you’d grip his cock as he furiously took you from behind, or to have you crouch in front of him as you took his cock in your mouth, or to-
“Ikaris,” your voice brought him back to reality and away from his shameful imagination, “would you mind tasting these Morbus nigra for me? I can’t decide if I should make them sweeter.” You were standing in front him holding the dark fruit to his lips, its dark pigment staining your skin with its juices.
Ikaris’ Adam’s apple bobbed as he silently nodded in order to not voice his impulse to pin you down and ravish you with only the fruits of your labor and research as the witnesses to him worshipping you. Stiffly leaning down to eat the fruit, Ikaris’ tongue brushed against the tips of your purple-stained fingers. An explosion of tart and sweetness burst within his mouth, and Ikaris held his gaze to you as he gave his answer.
“…It’s perfect,” he replied, “once again you’ve outdone yourself, Sephia.”
Ikaris would have fought a thousand deviants alone if you could keep smiling the way you did now.
About 2 hours must have passed of you and Ikaris inspecting, harvesting, and taste-testing in your little paradise. It wasn’t until you were satisfied with the yield resulting from your and Ikaris’ efforts that you rushed Ikaris away to wash off the dirt in your private showers, and was instructed to meet you in the kitchen area of the Domo. And as Ikaris stood in your bathroom, stripping himself of his azure and gold armor, he couldn’t help but to take in all the details of the room’s interior. Each bedroom of the Domo was identical in both layout and furnishing, but as time passed, each Eternal started to leave subtle hints that hallmarked their individuality.
Assuming that your room would be neat and systemic, he was amazed to see the cartography of beautiful disorder and chaos from vines creeping up your walls, bundles of flowers hung to dry, tins of stones and pebbles covering the surface of your desk, and several heaps of bound paper filled to the brim with notes from past observations and hopes for future experiments scattered on the floor. To see the inside of your lodgings allowed him to look into your mind, to see a part of you that was so carefully tucked away from everyone else, and it was driving him mad.
Realizing that he was standing in the middle of your room naked, Ikaris retreated back to the bathroom to turn on the water and quickly washed off any evidence of dirt and sweat from his skin before he met up with you. He made sure to close his eyes to center himself. If he thought too long of how he was in your shower, and would use your soaps and oils to result in him smelling like you for the rest of the day, then he would be forced to rush his pleasure and your image deserved to be savored.
Redressing himself, Ikaris quickly walked over to your arranged location, and when he saw you standing behind the island counter, washing the vegetables, he could only stand in awe. While there wasn’t a time he hadn’t thought you weren’t beautiful. Ikaris was utterly enchanted at the sight of you now. Your body was slightly swaying to a tune you once heard at one of the many gatherings held in their honor. Unaware that you were humming, you were so focused on preparing your harvest that you hadn’t heard Ikaris enter the room. It seems that you also washed yourself, as evidenced by the messy bun with a few stubborn damp tendrils escaping and clinging to your brow. Your face was beautifully flushed, as he was sure as was the rest of you, despite being hidden by your Eternal’s uniform. You were the image of serenity and beauty.
Clearing his throat to gain your attention, you quickly turned around and flushed in embarrassment.
“Oh Ikaris,” you exclaimed, “I’m sorry, were you standing there for long?”
“No, I just got here,” he replied, “I’m sorry for taking so long, and you should have just let me use my own shower if you wanted to take one yourself.”
Waving your hand to dismiss him as you chuckled, “No, no, no! Don’t worry about that! I just showered in Kaety’s room! Besides it’s only fair considered how many times she’s used mine.”
…What? Why would- why would Kaetlyn- huh?
Furrowing his slight displeasure at this new knowledge, Ikaris quickly asked you to clarify, “Wait, what do you mean by that?”
“Oh, you didn’t know?” You seemed genuinely surprised at his question, but you shrugged it off, “Phastos had to design 2 extra rooms because Kaety ended up making a secret lab for her dissections and practices out of her original room. She transformed the bed into a surgical table, filling the room with weird jars- which is how I ended up helping her with the preserving solution since the bodies would degrade so quickly- and it got to the point where Phastos ended up FAINTING when he accidentally walked into the room because Cerbie left the door open. Can you hand me a few of those Allium praecox, they’re the ones that look like big white spheres?”
“…But why did she use your shower?” Maybe it was stupid for Ikaris to feel so jealous at an event that happened so long ago, but he hated your friend more than ever now.
“Well, she and I ended up sharing my room because she transformed her bed, so we slept in the same bed and everything! And I love Kaety, but she smelled HORRIBLE after dealing with Deviants, so I always made her shower before coming to bed. She would be soaked in that blood- and I know that our uniforms are made of energy that allow them to clean and mend themselves, but the smell still stuck to her skin, her hair- there was even blood under her fingernails!”
Your body shuddered at remembering it before continuing, “So I made it kind of a rule that whenever you enter my room, you have to shower. Otherwise, you were barred from entering my room. Can you please pass me the Allium praecox now- oh, and the Allium sativum? They look like the Allium praecox, but they’re smaller, and look kind of lumpy. Anyway, Kaety ended up getting her own room and a lab, and then I kind of wanted an area that I could have full control over what I could grow- so, I ended doing the same thing but instead of blood, it was dirt.”
Head still screaming questions, Ikaris only silently handed you the bulbous vegetables as you continue with your tasks. For the rest of the time being, he just handed you whatever ingredients you needed, and observed you as you prepared everything to cook them. Watching you calmed his temper immensely, as he made sure to make minimal comments and only asking questions whenever there was something he was truly confused by. Soon, there was no speaking necessary as the two of you worked in amicable silence.
When Ikaris was focusing on mashing the Cicer arietinum into a smooth paste with the mortar and pastel per your instructions, you couldn’t help but take in the man beside you. You couldn’t believe how much he’s changed since you first acquainted yourself with him.
You were always aware of Ikaris since the moment you stepped off the Domo to first meet humanity, one couldn’t help but always be aware of him. Ikaris always had such a commanding presence, an attitude that demanded all attention from everyone in the same room as him- even the way he walked and stood screamed for attention.
From the beginning, it was obvious to you that he only pretended to try to get along with you so that he could gain Sersi’s affections. That was the other thing that made Ikaris so unbearable to you initially, his hubris. He had an inane talent of holding himself to such a high degree of competency that it baffled you whenever you saw someone as sweet as Sersi smiling and laughing with him. Sersi may not have been as close to you as Kaety, but you and her grew very close as you worked together in aiding humanity with their crops and developing their agriculture. As such, you saw it as your duty to warn her of Ikaris’ intentions, not wanting her to fall victim to such a pathetic man- no matter how much Ajak trusted him. Furthermore, it enraged you to no end how he would have the temerity to instruct YOU of all people on how to properly plant and harvest the crops YOU designed! He would even go out of his way to critique your reluctance in interacting with humanity, constantly comparing you to the other team members, mostly Sersi and himself. It was unbearable, and every time he would finish his “lecture,” you would lock yourself in your room to try to stop the cruel voices in your head that doubted you. Every time you saw him, your detest grew and grew until a boiling point had been reached, and the limits of your patience had passed the point of no return.
That was the day Ikaris thought it would be a good idea to publicly critique your behavior in front of the team, and question whether or not you were trying to hold them back with your inattentiveness and lack of commitment.
And that was the comment that broke the metaphorical camel’s back.
Not even Makkari was quick enough to stop you as you launched yourself to Ikaris, and delivered a slap with the most satisfying crack as a result of all of your strength being poured into it. You were done. If Ikaris had ever thought you to be a meek little flower before, that was officially over as you began to scream your anger at his deplorable behavior and complete lack of respect. You told him exactly how you felt every time: he wasted your time intruding on your duties to flirt with your friend, made snide comments of your crop designs and purpose, and would only pretend to be cordial to you whenever Sersi was looking, only to revert back to his neanderthal ways the second she turned away.
By the time you were done, you could feel your body vibrating with the adrenaline from your outburst. Ikaris- along with everyone else on the team- stood still and slack jawed at the event they just witnessed. Not wanting to risk the embarrassment from your impulsivity taking over, you quickly left the Domo to find a quiet place for your own thoughts. It was late at night, and so you quickly managed to find a private area of the gardens. But it wasn’t long until Kaet ended up finding you- as she always does, thank Arishem for that. She didn’t say a word as she laid by your side before she gathered you in her arms, and letting your head rest in the crook of her neck.
You loved so many things about Kaety- her courage, her intellect, her kindness and overwhelming empathy- but if there was anything you were grateful for, it was that she had the ability to understand you without the need for words. You knew she was proud that you stood up for yourself- that you finally defended yourself against your oppressor- but that wasn’t what you needed then. At that moment, your senses were going into overdrive. Your heart was beating so fast, and you just wanted everything but Kaety to disappear. Your brain felt so wired, but your body was beyond exhausted. Conjuring up a blanket, she covered the two of you as you let yourself simply feel- crying yourself to sleep as your best friend’s arms protected you from the rest of the world.
The sun rose from the west, the world still stood, and everything from the night before remained. You dreaded the idea of seeing the team, but Kaety knew you and her needed to return.
“Don’t you dare lower your head,” she told you, “don’t you dare let him take this from you.”
And so, with the both of you returning the starship, you refused to let yourself acknowledge the stares of everyone at you. Kaety was your steady boulder, stopping anyone who approached the two of you with just a single stare. The two of you managed to make it back to your room before you felt all the air leave your body as you sunk to the ground. Knowing that you haven’t even washed yourself after working in the fields yesterday, Kaet ordered you to take a long shower. She hadn’t even left the room as you did so, going so far as to tuck you into bed, assuring you that she will inform Ajak that you would take no visitors or interruptions. She even left a little part of her shadow to guard your entrance from the hall, giving it strict instruction to inform her immediately if anyone so much as tried to knock on your door.
The next few weeks went by with your mind in a slight haze. Druig and Phastos congratulated you for standing up to Ikaris, along with promising protection should their leader’s second-in-command attempt to say anything about you behind your back. You and Phastos had always been very close to one another, as you always liked to ask questions about his inventions, and made sure to offer encouragements whenever Ajak had to reject them for being too advanced- but Druig was a surprise.
While you and the telepath were well-acquainted with one another due to the other’s relationship with Kaetlyn, you and him were never truly close. However, your outburst changed that, opening a doorway to a strange, but comforting friendship a bit similar to the one you shared with Phastos. 
You were worried about Sersi, as you enjoyed your time with her and didn’t want things to be awkward with the two of you. So, you were shocked when you saw her apologize to you for missing all the signs of Ikaris’ inappropriate behavior. You dismissed all of her worries, assuring her that she was not to blame for Ikaris being himself. Luckily, it was as if nothing had changed- a huge comfort to you to say the least.
All was peaceful within the team until Ikaris would approach you to “apologize.” An attempt that would always result in you ignoring him, refusing to give the neither the satisfaction nor the time of day. It wasn’t until he declared that you were acting like a child for not even seeing that he was doing his best to make amends. But you quickly shut him down, outright stating that he had done nothing to show his remorse, and that you had better things to do than to waste your time on someone who thought himself a leader, but couldn’t even admit his own mistakes. You pushed past him, thinking that was the final attempt, and Ikaris would forever remain the man with too much pride and not enough humility to gain your respect.
But despite all your doubts, Ikaris proved himself capable of admitting his own mistakes, and showed genuine remorse and actively changed his behavior. He would no longer approach you with such haughty behavior, and would genuinely ask for your help when he had trouble understanding something. He would no longer try to deflect whenever you pointed out a mistake, and would be patient in your explanation. And try as hard as you did, you couldn’t help but see Ikaris in a different light. You forgave him, and you were so glad to at this moment.
Still staring at him, you took in all his features with keen observation. While Kaet still insistently compared the flying Eternal’s physical features to a sight less pleasant than having a Deviant’s gonads shoved in your face, you could admit that the man before was an extremely handsome one. Despite all his bravado and apparent confidence, you could more than understand why so many female humans were enamored at the sight of him. Even you occasionally couldn’t help but admire Ikaris’ deep blue eyes, eyes that were staring back at you at this very moment.
“Something on my face?” He asked with a raised brow that only further highlighted his sharp features. You blinked for a bit.
“Sorry, I was just thinking that you are very handsome.” You revealed with a straight face.
Not bothering to hide the pleased expression on his face with a light tint of red on his cheeks, Ikaris turned his body to fully face you.
“Handsome, am I?” He smugly asked, “Careful Sephia, you might risk filling my ego if continue those sweet words.”
Now it was your turn to blush.
“Oh, come off it,” you snarked as you rolled your eyes, “don’t bother to pretend you don’t know how the women always clamor to get your attention at every gathering since we first came here.”
“I assure you I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yes, you do you scoundrel.”
“Scoundrel?” Ikaris mocked, “Do you really think this face belongs to that of a scoundrel?”
“Yes, it absolutely does” you replied- before pretending to be deep in thought, “Your face shows me that you are about...48% scoundrel- no wait, now it’s 67% because of that smirk.”
Eyebrows lifted and lips tucked in, Ikaris closed his eyes and gave a deep nod- if only to show that he took your 67% scoundrel assessment very seriously. Seeing him like that must have pleased you, as you began to smile.
“You know,” you began, “you should smile a lot more. It makes you look more approachable, and maybe Kaety wouldn’t give you such a hard time if she saw you like I’m seeing you now.”
Ikaris stood there, contemplating what you just said. It wasn’t that he was incapable of showing his vulnerable sides, you just had that natural ability to bring out the parts of himself that he hadn’t thought were there to begin with- maybe, it was a gift that only you possessed. But at the mention of your friend’s name, Ikaris suddenly remembered why he sought out your company in the first place.
“Sephia,” he began- lowering his voice a bit to steel himself, “about you and Kaetlyn- I just wanted-”
He couldn’t even finish his question at the sight of your full attention at him. Not wanting to ruin all the mood, he decided that he would just leave it for another time.
“I wanted to let you know that- I’m glad,” he ended up stating, “I’m glad that Kaetlyn is someone you can always rely on- even if she and I don’t get along, it makes me happy to know that you’ll always be safe with her around.”
Unable to hide how touched you were by his words- knowing fully well how little he and Kaet got along- you flung yourself to Ikaris, wrapping your arms around his neck, and gave him the biggest hug like you have only ever given to Kaety. And although he was a bit caught off-guard, Ikaris gladly reciprocated your embrace, burrowing his face in your shoulder, bliss filling his entire frame.
“Ikaris,” you whispered, “you have no idea how much that means to me.”
The two of you stood there for a few more minutes before you unwrapped yourself from him, and immediately resumed cooking. Although no words were exchanged, there was a lightness and warmth added to the atmosphere of the room that was not there before. Soon enough, the two of you finished and set the dishes on the counter before tucking into your well-deserved meal.
“…Did Phastos really faint after seeing Kaetlyn’s room?”
“YES! Oh, it was so funny- well, at least to Kaety, but I admit that she may have gone too far when she placed his body on top of her surgery table, and put on a deviant’s skull and stood over him when he woke up- he ended up fainting all over again!”
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Akuma Ideas
Basically fanfic prompts from someone who doesn’t have the time and energy to write fan fiction herself, I guess.
Real talk, though, if you need help coming up with a villain for your fic, message me!
Securator
After an attempted break-in at the Louvre stresses him out, Alim Kubdel is akumatized into Securator, a villain whose power is bringing artwork and artifacts to life. He brings some of the Louvre’s most famous pieces to life to patrol each wing of the museum and catch any intruders while he hides in the heart of the museum with the akumatized object, a piece which was the target of the break-in.
His appearance should be reminiscent of Louvre artwork, like maybe a living Greek statue or heavily stylized oil painting version of himself dressed like a Renaissance man. If not for Jalil, I would’ve gone with Ancient Egyptian art since he studies it, but that’s The Pharaoh’s thing.
Ladybug and friends have to break in themselves and split up to take down each “guard” using strategies unique to each piece of art. I feel like making the Mona Lisa laugh is the overused, corny cliche, but they could cheer her up to make her less grumpy/more agreeable and let them pass. Other examples: using “eye for an eye” logic to defeat Hammurabi’s code, convincing Liberty Leading the People that they should rebel against the Securator’s control, and pitting Winged Victory against another guard because the goddess of victory always wins.
Red Baroness
You know that pattern of people’s moms getting akumatized with different modes of transportation? (Befana: motorcycle, Captain Hardrock: boat, Ikari Gozen: car, Startrain: train) well we’re missing airplane mom and I think that needs to be fixed. Whose mom? Why was she akumatized? What’s her power? Doesn’t matter. Airplane mom.
Concept: she’s a commercial airline pilot, so she spends a lot of time away from her family. This makes her upset when she comes back to Paris, so Hawkmoth takes advantage and akumatizes her. The akuma flies around in a WW1 style fighter plane that drops the PG version of bombs.
She wears the typical bomber jacket, goggles, and cap, maybe a scarf too. I think it’d be fun if she had red skin and horns like a devil, making her a red baroness, but idk if they’d be able to do something like that. On one hand, it’s a current religious symbol, but on the other it’s an iconic mythological creature and a lot of akumas are mythological references.
The Jade Emperor
(I wrote this before the s4 finale, but as of right now it could still apply to a post s5 scenario)
Su Han feels like Ladybug hasn’t been careful/strict/thoughtful enough about the distribution of the zodiac miraculous, but Ladybug insists everyone on her team is the right choice. He worries that her quick decision making is a sign of poor guardianship, and that she might be giving miraculous to people who aren’t superhero material just because they’re her friends. Hawkmoth catches him by surprise with an akuma before he can repel it, akumatizing him into the Jade Emperor.
He’s a bit bigger than Su Han and looks like him, but he’s wearing ancient Chinese emperor clothes that are mostly jade.
The Jade Emperor makes a deal with Ladybug. She will hand out the whole zodiac at once, and he will craft a city-wide obstacle course by creating minor villains and making all the bridges disappear. The villains aren’t akumas or sentis, but henchmen that come with the akuma such as Chrismaster’s. The heroes have to defeat them all and cross the Seine to reach him within a certain time limit. The deal is that if they make it, they have proved themselves, but if they don’t, the Jade Emperor will take their miraculous. Ladybug figures she can’t defeat him by fighting because he’s so skilled, and trusts that they’ll all make it, so she agrees. Hawkmoth hopes they won’t, in which case Ladybug will be short on teammates. Cue a re-enactment of the Great Race myth.
Detailed outline: Mylene and Ivan start together, but run into a villain who takes them by surprise. Chat Noir jumps in and sacrifices himself so that both of them can make it since they need to pass the race while The Jade Emperor is already fine with Chat. They defeat the villain, and Ivan crosses the river with one mini mouse hitching a ride on his ear. Juleka comes next on her own, taking down another villain on the way. Kagami is moving fast on her own, taking a detour to stop a villain. When she crosses the river, she notices Alix struggling, so she turns into wind dragon to lift her out by the umbrella. Max realizes he can’t teleport straight to the finish line because of a magical boundary set by The Jade Emperor, but he can move side to side and backwards. He opens a portal and backtracks to save Luka from trouble, then they both run on and cross the river. Kim asks Marc and Nath to join him. Nath makes a boat/raft for all three of them, and Kim uses uproar on the villain after which Marc kills it. They cross the finish line. Rose decides to take it easy, and Sabrina joins her. They make sure nobody overlooked any villains, and Sabrina finds a sneaky one, using fetch on it. Even though it moves like a ninja, fetch carries it right back to the girls. They defeat it and cross the river right before the timer runs out. The Jade Emperor is satisfied by the competence of the team, so he gives Ladybug his akumatized object, his staff, and tells her that she made good choices after all.
Kafoolu
The kids get into a heated prank war on Poisson d’avril (April Fool’s Day). At first, everything’s fine, and everyone is carrying out their own evil mastermind plans on each other, but at some point they take it too far. The fisherman (unique background character model who appeared in Simpleman) is minding his own business catching fish in the river, but the kids have moved their practical jokes outside. By accident, the fisherman gets caught in the crossfire. Maybe the fish he already caught get knocked back into the Seine? He gets upset, so Hawkmoth sends an akuma into his hat.
He turns into Kafoolu, a sea monster-like villain who’s dressed like a jester. He wields a giant floppy fish in each hand that he uses as weapons. Chat Noir jokes that something about him smells fishy. His powers involve setting up classic prank traps to trip up the heroes.
Savant Méchant
(I don’t speak French so correct me if I’m wrong but I believe savant is a masculine noun so for that reason the corresponding adjective is also masculine even though the actual person is female?)
AJT du Bocquale tries to have her research be taken seriously by the people of Paris as well as fellow scientists, but they ignore her and think she’s joking because her studies are too ambitious, plus she’s not even an adult yet. AJT feels like her work is pointless if no one cares about it, so Hawkmoth targets her. The akuma lands in the flower in her hair, which turns into a little satellite dish.
She looks like a stereotypical mad scientist, even more so than usual. Her gloves become comically large rubber gloves like Yzma and Kronk’s, her glasses become goggles, her hair is very messy with a white streak in it, and her eyes become spirals. I’m thinking her lab coat looks kind of like a trench coat, but also has straps hanging off of it like an undone straight jacket.
Her power is building machines that do ridiculous things. Think Dr. Doof’s -inators. So she can counter LB and CN’s advances as long as she has enough time to build a machine to foil their plan or can creatively use one she already made.
Akuma ideas I don’t have a super solid concepts for:
More minor characters who haven’t been akumatized yet:
Fire Captain Hessenpy becomes a cowboy-themed villain
Mr. Montalain is the only adult at school who hasn’t been akumatized. What would it take to break that man? Maybe he could be a villain who forces people to be super kind and polite to each other no matter what. It’d be like a cross between Zombizou and Simpleman. Marinette and Chloe get into an argument, but as much as they want to curse each other out, all that physically comes out of their mouths is (angry tone), “good job getting an A on the physics test. I thought it was pretty hard, so I’m impressed” “thanks. By the way, I love the way you did your eyeshadow this morning”.
Prince Ali is bored of rich people diplomacy stuff, but his chauffeur says he has to carry out his whole schedule of lame performative events. He’s akumatized into a gentleman thief type villain who runs around causing mischief while actually helping people. Ladybug and Chat Noir still have to stop him because he’s willing to snatch their miraculous. Maybe he starts out doing genuinely good things, but then his “help” is unwanted favors that people didn’t ask for.
Alternatively, he runs off to hang out with Rose and friends because he wants to experience Paris like a normal teen, but his chauffeur panics when he’s gone. She gets akumatized into an overprotective villain.
XY gets akumatized because his father is constantly overstepping his boundaries. We, along with the characters, finally get to know him a bit better and see a sympathetic side to him as he doesn’t really agree with a lot of his father’s actions. Or maybe he just gets akumatized over something bratty.
More episodes where defeating the akuma requires winning a game or solving a puzzle instead of fighting:
Whodunit/murder mystery spoof where solving the case beats the villain. This would be fun as a “locked room” mystery on the Startrain. Maybe the akuma is a theft victim who won’t give up until the kids bring them the culprit or the stolen item. In standard cartoon fashion, the solution is probably that everything was a domino effect of accidents that lead to a big misunderstanding, and it wasn’t actually anybody’s fault.
Heist movie spoof where they have to steal the akuma object from a high security hiding place (Moolak dedicated episode?)
Escape room villain
Casino or card game-themed villain. It’d be fun if they beat this one by cleverly cheating at the games because otherwise “the house always wins”.
Villain with an awesome chess aesthetic (name idea: Grandmaster)
or one that turns the city into a giant board game Jumanji style
tabletop RPG villain called Dungeonmaster who got akumatized because someone called their hobby lame, so they create bosses the heroes have to defeat using a turn-based system. I just reminded myself of that one Gravity Falls DND episode.
Courtroom villain where the heroes have to act as a legal team and win the case. The akuma could be either a corrupt defense attorney trying to clear the name of a bad civilian (e.g. akuma Amelie protecting normal Felix), or it could be a prosecutor who was akumatized because of the civilian who wants to sentence them, the defendant, to a cartoony, exaggerated punishment for their crimes (e.g. standard Chloe grudge). The judge could be a sentimonster called Your Honor who is made to be objective. If the akuma is the judge, then team LB and team HM could be on opposite benches trying to convince the akuma, who is one of those more independent types, which side to play for.
More villains about French or Parisian culture:
My Poisson d’Avril idea fits under this
Pierrot themed villain
Cabaret villain
Villain in the catacombs. This would be perfect for a potential Halloween special.
On one hand, it could be a coward who got akumatized through fear whose power involves scaring others (like Horrificator and Sandboy). This villain would lurk in the tourist-accessible part with the walls of skulls.
Alternatively, and I don’t think canon could ever do something like this for legal reasons, a cataphile gets akumatized after getting in trouble for trying to illegally explore the catacombs. They turn into some cryptid cave monster and slither in the dank, dark ruins.
Miscellaneous
Someone’s pet is sad that their owner has to leave for work every day, so they get turned into the first animal akuma. The villain is a big beast, for example a dog turning into Cerberus. It’d be cute if it was Fang becoming a dragon-like monster independent of Guitar Villain.
The body swap akuma that is the subject of oh so many fan works. The most common version of this is that LB and CN switch bodies, which is great, but I raise you a completely random rotation of the entire group. I think this would work best post reveal. Imagine Adrien ending up in Chloe’s body, and Marinette has to constantly remind herself that she’s talking to her beloved bf and not her detested enemy. Imagine Kim in Juleka’s body being uncannily silly and talkative or Rose in Ivan’s body going tee hee and accidentally smashing stuff. Give me someone finding out they have an invisible disability from swapping bodies with someone who doesn’t. Imagine people having to quickly adapt to using miraculouses they’ve never used before because everyone going back to get “theirs” would be too risky, and their fighting style or strategy is noticeably different from the usual holder. I could see this as a power for the Montalain akuma I mentioned earlier because the message could be like “if you try walking in each other’s shoes for a day maybe you’ll all get along better”
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When you get this, reply with your favourite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love. <3
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Without a doubt, hey now, you're an all star (get your game on, go play) is on this list. It's my baby, my combination of everything I love and like 16 million tropes, and probably my biggest piece in Stucky right now. As a huge hockey fan, I a striving for this to be a balance between fiction and straight up facts. I am using real stats from the team's 2013-2104 year, looking up weather conditions and distances between cities... so much unnecessary research, but I really want it for this fic.
Mission Report was written for WinterFalcon Big Bang 2021 and I just ended up enjoying writing these four perspectives way more than I thought. It was my first time really diving into Torres (which totally pushed me down a rabbit hole), and giving Nat, Bucky and Sam their own "screen time" was so fun. Even though it was an AU (my first ever spy AU), it helped me kind of get the vibe of each of them?
sunrise to sunset - I think this belongs on here??? I don't normally write about MCD or temporary life, etc. But there was something about this that I needed, apparently, just trying to process death and saying goodbye.
office hours (Bucky Barnes as Your Professor) was one of the first Bucky x Reader fics I attempted and it was really just meant to be a filthy little corner for me. AND Y'KNOW WHAT? It fucking succeeded. Sometimes you just need that for yourself.
Red Mercy - this was the first fic I started writing for the WinterFalcon fandom. It marked m return to writing after a very long, struggling battle to get back to it. So, I guess I owe this fic a lot in that sense! Also: Sam living out Bucky's worst nightmares. I mean, what's not to enjoy, right?
Honourable mention to my rarepair fics for always being enjoyable and a fun opportunity to dive into something new (Loki/Fandral "Affinity for Oddities", Bucky/Ikaris "at the mercy of a mortal", etc.) You'll always have a place in my heart.
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Once You Forget About Me (druig x eternal!reader)
SYNOPSIS: A continuation of It Feels Like I’ve Known You Forever. You showed your true powers to the Eternals after thousands of years. Now witnessing them, you wondered if you were once an Eternal too. In this action-packed sequel, feel the lost and the warmth of rekindling the love of two perpetually young lovers. REQUESTED: no WARNINGS: angst, reader has mahd wy’ry, MCU Eternals warnings and spoilers, flashbacks are in italics; scene jumps separated with a dash PAIRINGS: Druig x Eternal!Reader WORD COUNT: 5,100 helpful links: navigation | master lists | rules and guidelines | tag list | fic recs
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“Where is Y/N?” Sersi asked, noticing your absence from the group.  They were currently all huddled together in the village after some time apart.  
“I think she’s with Druig,” Sprite replied. “I heard her asking one of the villagers where Druig’s hut was,” 
“Sprite!” Kingo groaned. “Why did you let her go by herself? You know it could trigger her memories,”
“Wh—I was telling the kids a story!” she replied, frowning at Kingo. “We should go up to him and take Y/N away,” Ikaris added, earning a frown from Thena. 
“I don’t think he’s gonna hurt her,” Thena replied. “Even if he does, she’s more powerful than him. She can handle herself,” 
“I should go up there,” Ikaris said. Kingo was getting ready with him but a villager stopped them. 
“I’m sorry but Druig told us not to let anyone near his hut. He told us that he would like to spend a quiet afternoon with Y/N,” they said. “I’m sure Y/N is fine. Druig has never laid a hand on anyone in this village and would never intentionally hurt somebody,” 
Ikaris tightly closed his eyes before nodding. This was what he didn’t want—you and Druig meeting again. It posed too much of a risk for him. Firstly, your memories could be triggered which could result in harm. Secondly, Druig might take his intention a step further. Thirdly, your rekindling romance with the mind controller could delay your mission. The Eternals, unaware of the burden he had to carry, seemed fine after the villager assured them.
“Fine but I will shoot Druig with my finger blasts if he hurts Y/N,” Kingo threatened, making Sprite laugh. 
“Finger blasts?” Sprite asked, chuckling. 
“We should probably let them have the afternoon together. It might be good for the two of them,” Thena said softly. She had a clue of what you felt. What’s an afternoon with Druig going to cost them anyway? 
“Do you think you can read my mind? Or control it?” you asked. You sat in the front of Druig’s hut, legs dangling in the air. Coconut trees and huts surrounded the two of you, the lushness of green providing you peace.  
“Yeah,” he replied. “I haven’t tried to do it to the Eternals but I could do it,” 
“Can you read what I’m thinking right now?” you asked, closing your eyes. “It’s okay you don’t have to be afraid,” you whispered, inching your face closer to his.
Druig’s heart hammered in his chest. Should he do it? It would help him understand you better but is it really worth all the risk? Was he being selfish if he said that he wanted to? That he really wants to get inside your mind and know who you’ve been in the past thousand of years? With a shaky voice, Druig replied. 
“I-I can’t,” he said. You opened your eyes and he watched as your eyelashes flutter, wishing he could somehow remember the way your pupils moved as it adjusted to the light. 
“I’m sorry,” you apologised. “I shouldn’t be doing that,”
“No! It’s my fault, actually,” Druig replied nervously. ”Please don’t worry about me, darling. I simply overestimated my power,” he lied. 
The truth was, on top of triggering your memories, he was also scared of knowing the truth. Do you still love him the way he loves you? Do you still burn for him the way he burns for you? Every nerve in his body was telling him to travel inside your mind but he had to restrain himself. He had no shame in admitting to himself that he was scared. The people of the village might as well crucify him and shame him for it. He didn’t care. He loves you.
“Druig, do you know what’s so great about being an Eternal?” you asked him. You were at the edge of the world, looking at the expanse of the blue sea and he hummed. 
“It’s the fact that I get to love you for as long as I shall live,” you added. “But now that my curse caught up to me, just remember that I will still love you. If you feel alone, think of my love for you. I hope you cherish it. I hope my love sustains you as your love sustains me,” 
Druig, with the sea forgotten, stared at you. 
“I don’t think I would ever know what to do if you’re not with me,” he replied. “But I will cherish that love and nurture it. Once you forget about me tomorrow, please never forget the insurmountable love that I have for you. You don’t have to remember me at all but please, remember my love,” 
“I’m glad,” you said softly, tears in your eyes. “I hope you remember this day forever because I promise to give you flowers when our paths cross again,” 
That was the conversation you shared with him before you lost your memories. He felt ashamed. Of course, you still love him. Who was he to doubt the love that sustained him all these years? You gave him flowers the first time you met again as promised. Wasn’t that enough to satisfy his greed? 
“Are you alright?” you asked him, snapping him out of his trance. Druig blinked to clear the cloudiness in his eyes. 
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It Feels Like I’ve Known You Forever (Druig x Eternal!Reader)
SYNOPSIS: You were an Eternal blessed with the power of telekinesis and cursed with Mahd Wy’ry. You chose to forget about your life to heal, thus forgetting the life you shared with Druig. However, due to the recurrence of Deviants, you had to leave the life you know and meet your family once again. REQUESTED: no WARNINGS: angst, reader has mahd wy’ry, MCU Eternals warnings and spoilers, flashbacks are in italics PAIRINGS: Druig x Eternal!Reader WORD COUNT: 5,400 helpful links: navigation | master lists | rules and guidelines | tag list | fic recs This is a multi-part series. If you want to be notified when the parts come out, fill up my taglist. Thank you!
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“Kingo?” you called for your friend. He’s been your friend for the longest time and like you, Kingo lived forever. You didn’t know why he was the same but life with Kingo was all you knew. He has taught you how to control your powers and has been your greatest friend in the world. When you first met, you had nothing but your name. All you remembered back then was that you lived in a hut in some abandoned village. There was no life, no traces of anything but fire and chaos. You have been under his wing ever since. 
When you saw him, you saw new faces talking to him. Kingo stilled for a moment before smiling at you. 
“Y/N! Come meet my friends from college,” Kingo lied. You tilted your head but went along with it. Something in Kingo’s eyes said that he was going to tell you where they’re from. You had a clue, though. They were probably the same as him.
“Hi, I’m Y/N,” you greeted while walking towards them. “It’s nice to meet all of you,” 
“Y/N, this is Sersi,” Kingo pointed to a raven-haired girl and then to someone younger, “Sprite and of course, Ikaris,” 
“Oh, Y/N! It’s so nice to finally meet you,” Sersi greeted, opening her arms to envelope you in a hug. You might have been mistaken but you were sure that tears were threatening to spill in her eyes. “Kingo has told us so much about you,” she said as she separated from you. 
“Good things, I hope?” you asked. 
“Of course! You know me, I will never talk badly about you,” Kingo replied. “What did you need?”
“Can we speak in private?” you asked him. He nodded and gestured to his friends to go out for a bit. “I’ve been feeling faint since the morning and I’ve tried our usual remedies but they don’t work,” 
Kingo frowned, worry settling on his features. When you first had your episodes, Kingo made you promise to tell him every time you felt faint or if something unusual happened. You agreed and stayed loyal to the promise. Without it, your episodes might have been way worse. 
“We can probably ask Sersi about it,” he said. Upon seeing your confusion, he added, “You remember the family that I talked to you about?” you nodded. “That’s them,”
Joy filled up your features and you smiled widely. 
“That’s them? You should’ve told me!” you said, punching Kingo’s arm. “I feel rude for letting them go outside now,”
“It’s okay, they understand,” Kingo assured. 
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Turns out, Sersi didn't know how to remedy your headache. However, all of them had an idea of what might be the cause, although nobody dared to tell you the truth.
That night, Kingo revealed that he needed to go to Australia to meet his other family members, Thena and Gilgamesh. He asked you to go with him and his family. You agreed, excited to finally meet the people Kingo missed the most. Besides, what else could you do? 
While you were sleeping in his plane, the Eternals began to talk.
“How long has she been experiencing her headaches?” Sersi asked. 
“Ever since her memories were erased,” Kingo sighed. “It’s always been bearable because it was easy to heal with Ajak’s advice but her advice hasn’t been effective lately,”
“Ajak did say that she might experience headaches from time to time. Has she remembered anything yet?“ Ikaris asked. 
“She said she’s been dreaming of faceless people in fragments,” Kingo replied. “She said that there’s a man in black and red with her all the time,” 
“That’s Druig,” Sprite said the obvious. “I hope she’ll be alright once she sees him. Can she still control her powers?”
“Yeah,” Kingo replied. “She can manipulate people into doing things against their will now. I think, she’s even more dangerous now more than a thousand years ago,”
Sersi looked at Kingo expectantly. 
“She can make things burst without flicking a finger. We tried it one time with a watermelon,” Kingo replied. “She can probably do the same to Deviants,” 
“Such a shame she erased her memories,” Ikaris commented. Kingo scowled at him. He admired Ikaris but also hated how Ikaris belittled your skills just because he was threatened by it. He had to engage in physical combat while you only had to slightly move your fingers to kill Deviants with swords, rocks, and other weapons. Ikaris would never tell anyone but he was glad you agreed to erase your memories. He was the first person to suggest it anyway. 
“You’re being rude, Ikaris,” Sersi said. She knew just how hurt Kingo is right now. After passing the news of Ajak’s death and now, Ikaris with his comments about you, Kingo almost wanted to turn the plane back to India and never speak to the Eternals ever again. Kingo watched as Ikaris raised his hand in defence. 
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Ties That Cut (b. bridgerton x reader)
SYNOPSIS: The Bridgertons are great friends of your family and you find yourself particularly close to the artist. While your ties with Benedict Bridgerton has proven to be one of the things you and Benedict treasure the most, your fear of the unknown has only resulted to more pain and pining. As you traverse through adulthood, you found yourself growing together and then, growing apart.  (The third entry to my Bridgerton Ball event) REQUESTED: no WARNINGS: MAJOR angst, canon and non-canon events (still related to canon events), not proofread, fluff at the end, mentions of smut PAIRINGS: Benedict Bridgerton x Reader, Kate Sharma x platonic!reader (i love their friendship) WORD COUNT: 8.8k+ helpful links: navigation | master lists | rules and guidelines | tag list | fic recs
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When Benedict was accepted into the academy for arts, you were one of the first people to know. It happened because you were with him, Colin, and Eloise in their house in Kent. Benedict has been your closest friend, having grown up together. You were slightly younger than him as you were the same age as Colin but you have always had a friendship like no other. 
While Anthony was off to do his duties, Benedict had the liberties to do whatever he pleases. The same liberties go with Colin too. 
Your friendship with the Bridgertons has been natural. It was an innate instinct that you all shared because your mothers’ greatest friends were each other. You have witnessed Anthony’s assumption of being the Viscount, Benedict’s artistic pursuits, Colin’s thirst for travel, Daphne’s marriage to Simon, Eloise’s strengthening world view, and everything else. They, too, had the pleasure to witness your older brother’s marriage and your introduction to society.
“This is the worst,” Eloise groaned. “I mean, how can they expect us women to pride ourselves in these tight, unflattering attire for men to ogle at?” 
You chuckled. You were walking with Eloise in the gardens of Aubrey Hall. Violet Bridgerton has taken it upon herself to host weeklong festivities in their old home. She has done it every year and has outdone herself every time. 
“Your mother wishes for you to find a match here,” you told her. “The same goes for your brothers too,”
“I’d rather she didn’t,” Eloise replied. “And you? I think she’s doing this for you too. Your mother collaborated with her for this ball. It’s why this is even bigger and much grander than the last. I mean, why don’t you just marry someone in my family so we can finally be sisters?”
“Eloise!” you scolded. “I don’t think it works out like that,”
“Well, how does it work? You can marry Benedict or Colin since Anthony is already preoccupied with the Sharmas. I would rather you marry Benedict. He’s my favourite brother and I can can vouch his character,” she said, suggestively wiggling her eyebrows. 
“Why don’t you marry one of my brothers?” you asked. 
“Your older brother is already married and your younger brother is the same age as Gregory,” she replied, sticking her tongue out. “You’re with us all the time. You’re practically family for all of us. Just marry—“
“I do not wish to marry any of your brothers,” you lied. “Besides, how could I marry someone who hasn’t asked?”
“Oh. It is a matter of asking then,” she replied. “I’m gonna ask Benedict since you’re his most favourite friend,”
“If you do, I will introduce a bachelor to you. Someone you will not like,” you warned her, emphasising the word “not.” 
“Don’t you dare…” 
“How does Lord William Rutherford sound?” you teased. “I heard he was recently kicked out of his club because of misdemeanour…something about the ice on his drink melting,” 
Eloise gasped.
“I can have you acquainted if you like. He owes my father a sum he cannot pay,” you added. “From gambling, of course,” 
“You will not!” Eloise replied, charging at you but you only ran from her, laughing loudly at her much to her chagrin. 
Benedict, on the other hand, watched as Eloise ran after you with a small smile on his face. 
“Brother, do you think she would get the message and ask you to marry her if you continue to stare at her like that?” Colin asked. 
“I am not staring!” Benedict defended, snapping his gaze from you to look at his younger brother. 
“…and the sky is a beautiful green,”
“But I am not,” Benedict replied. “I am merely amazed at how Eloise lets Y/N go with her teasing,” 
“Eloise has been trying to persuade her to dance with you,” Colin said, piquing Benedict’s interest. 
“And?”
“And what?”
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HC for all the Bridgerton Bros, after the scene where El asks how women get pregnant you are like a friend of Daphnes and you ask them (the bros individually) and I just wonder how they would react/explain that?
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Have You Ever Been to a Farm? (ABC Brothers)
Second entry for my Bridgerton Ball helpful links: navigation | master lists | rules and guidelines | tag list | fic recs CONTEXT: You were spending the afternoon with all the Bridgertons when Eloise barged in from spending an afternoon with Penelope with the question, "How does a lady come to be with child?"
Daphne stopped playing the pianoforte and you looked up from the book that you were reading. Being acquainted with Daphne for the social season and because your mother was a close friend of the Bridgerton matriarch, you grew to be comfortable in their household. Violet was startled at the question while Anthony, Benedict, and Colin were preventing themselves from laughing. The commotion happened but the question still remains unsolved—how does a lady come to be with child? You had no brothers or sisters to ask and your mother reprimanded you for such a tactless question.
Anthony Bridgerton:
I think you would ask Anthony hesitantly
Like you were in the park, having afternoon tea and while he moodily broods over the fact that he could not spend his time the way he wanted, you were walking up to him with intent written on your face
He would taise his eyebrows in anticipation while you blush
“Anthony, how does a lady come to be with child?”
He would pause.
A long pause because he could not believe that someone as you would ask him directly.
“Anthony?”
He would nod and straighten his back.
How the hell is he going to answer this without sounding like a rake?
You were like a sister to him and naturally, he was protective of you
“What do you need this information for?” he would ask.
Was it him or was the temperature suddenly hot?
“Well, I’d like to know. I am a debutante after all,” you would reply.
“Very well,” he would reply. “When a man and a woman love each other they engage in…an ardent embrace,”
“A hug?” you asked. “I don’t think—“
“An ardent one,” he stressed. “Hugs that happen at night without anybody knowing,”
“Oh,” you replied. “Does that mean that if I hug Benedict or Colin with everyone knowing, I won’t have a child?”
“What?” he would ask. “Why shall you hug him?”
“I don’t know,” you lied. “I just do not understand,”
“You cannot engage in an ardent embrace during the daylight or with anyone around,” he added. “And do not bring my brothers into this. They are despicable,”
“But Anthony, I do not get it—“
“I do not wish to speak on it any further, I hope you grant me of my request,” he interrupted, looking straight ahead. He was watching Daphne and Simon like a hawk.
“Anthony, please answer—“
“Grant my wish,” he said sternly.
You frowned. But much to your chagrin, you yielded before walking off.
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Smoke and Mirrors (a.b.)
SYNOPSIS: After declaring Anthony’s intentions to marry, he finds himself closer to you and seeking your friendship. Can friendship lead to something else entirely? Or can love ruin the friendship that has been built? (The first entry to my Bridgerton Ball event) REQUESTED: no WARNINGS: MAJOR angst, canon and non-canon events (still related to canon events), not proofread  PAIRINGS: Anthony Bridgerton x Reader WORD COUNT: 6.6k+ helpful links: navigation | master lists | rules and guidelines | tag list | fic recs
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A dance. 
Taunting, complex, and confusing. It was how you would describe your relationship with Anthony. 
You debuted the social season two years ago and every year, you felt like your novelty has diminished. Your mother, who was the Diamond during her years, has felt the pressure of you not being off to wed yet. It wasn’t as if it was your choice to be the dreaded spinster. It was just that the men you have been acquainted with were either too old, too arrogant, or did not align with your ideals at all. It was how the Ton thought of you as hard to please, too big headed, and other insults that they may call a woman who wishes for a life of good and respectable marriage. 
Love was not a requirement whatsoever, seeing as your parents did not marry out of love but out of duty. 
Being a discerning and organised woman, you had made the mental list of requirements for the position. It has been something that you had concocted over the years in the Marriage Market. No man who shall be called your husband can be “just a little bit” or “almost there”. Whoever shall be wedded to you has to be just right. Your friends thought that it was quite absurd for you to go into detail about your perfect man but you knew that no matter how much they have scorned you for it, there will be someone who will be just right. Whoever in their right mind, after all, would reject a woman with a great sum of dowry and the ownership to some of your family’s estates?
First, he ought to be someone reasonably attractive. You didn’t need a handsome man (although it would be nice) but you figured that if you need to lay in bed with him, he has to be appealing enough to make the act a little bit more pleasant. 
Second, he has to be smart. This is quite hard to find amongst the men of London. Given that they were most likely to have been educated from Eton or Oxford, you were not impressed with men’s intellect. The last time you talked to a man was at a ball. She asked him if he preferred to live in the country or in the city. He replied that he would like to live in the Americas. 
As a woman who has been over accomplished in many aspects of her life, she expects her husband to at least hold  a meaningful conversation. Besides, she did not want stupid children. 
Third, he must be family-oriented. They were growing a family together and she did not need her children to ask where their father was. He must be attentive to their children and must treat them fairly. 
She need not fall in love with her husband but if she ever found whom she was looking for, she swears loyalty, respect, and companionship (if not friendship)—she expects him to return all of them to her. 
Meanwhile, in the Bridgerton house, Anthony was thinking the same. After Sienna Rosso, he decided to not love.
He was staring intently at the olive on his plate. 
“Good god, Anthony! What did the olive ever do to you?” Benedict asked. “You’re looking at it as if it committed a grave crime against you,”
“No, nothing at all,” Anthony replied. He thought hard. If he needed to find a wife, he had to tell his family about it. 
“Spit it out,” Benedict said. “I would offer you a penny for your thoughts though I know that they do not cost a penny for the salvation of the poor green olive,”
Colin chuckled from across the room. 
“Do you know any smart debutantes? Or bachelorette?” Anthony asked.  
“Hm, I heard Thorpe talk about botany and she sounded correct to me,” Colin replied. “McCarthy was also talking about mythology,”
“Great. I can start there,” Anthony nodded. 
“Why are you asking?” Colin asked. 
“I have decided to find a wife this social season,” Anthony announced. 
The chaos in the drawing room halted. Hyacinth looked up from playing the pianoforte, Gregory had stopped playing chess with Eloise, Benedict raised his eyebrows in surprise. Colin also paused from getting a refill of tea from his Mama. 
“Dearest, would you like to repeat that again?” Violet asked, fearing to have misheard the announcement. 
Anthony stood up with newfound purpose. 
“This is the season in which I will finally look for a wife,” he announced. “Now, please excuse me,” 
Violet speechlessly nodded. 
“Did everyone hear that right?” Eloise asked. “Anthony wishes to be married this season?” 
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Finally got around to watching the Eternals, so spoilers I guess if you haven’t seen it.
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First of all, the quizzes I took that say I’m a mixture of Dan Whitman and Sersi… accurate as fuck. I adore them both very much.
Gotta say, I’m kinda jealous of whatever gender Sprite has going on. But in all honesty I feel bad for them. Kingo’s whole Peter Pan speech actually made me feel bad. When Sprite said “Why did Arishem make me this way?” I actually choked up a bit. Like I’m so sorry he failed you kiddo. I’ve thought about it many times when I think about vampire lore, but imagine how much it would suck to be seen as a child for all eternity. When you’re literally thousands of years older than anyone currently around you.
Fucking Gilgamesh was the light of my fucking life. He is the best part of this movie and I will die on that fucking hill. It’s bullshit what they did to him. Ajax didn’t hit me that hard because we don’t get to know her nearly as much. But god fucking Damn it, give me my boy back.
Side note, I don’t really like Kingo that much. I just don’t think our personalities gel well. In all honestly, despite how much talent he clearly has, I’m not really a fan of any of that actors characters. I just don’t like the way his character didn’t take anything seriously.
Thena killed me. I’m a sucker for all Angelina Jolie characters. But imagine slowly loosing your mind and being forced to try and kill the people you love most in the world. Especially after she lost Gil, like what the duck, can she live? Can she fucking live? I wanna give my baby girl a hug.
I don’t think I have to say much about Druig, I think we all knew I’d love him. I wanna it’s Barry Keoghan. I’ve been mimicking his stupid adorable accent this whole movie! I think mind control is always one of those powers I’d be truly terrified to have. Like he tried to use them to protect people, and do the right thing. But talking away free will isn’t right. Also the way he flirts with Makkari 🥺 I want that.
I’ll make Phatos and Sersi quick. They are Both adorable and I love them and I wish them nothing but happiness. Like Phatos and his husband and his loiter boy were so cute. God I could watch a whole movie just of them interacting. I love to see POC characters being in the main action!
Least favorite is Ikaris. I hate his stupid smug face, and that silly little hair cut. White boy coming in here and ruining the vibes. Sure his power is kinda cool or whatever. But like even before the twist of the movie, I didn’t like him from the second he showed up. Sersi and Dan are perfect, and Ikaris needs to keep his nose out of their business. Get over her man. Gross.
Now to my favourite character ever. MAKKARI! My sweet baby girl. One she’s literally the hottest person I’ve ever seen, both physically and in personality. Oh my god and the way she signs is mesmerising. I kept reminding the movie just to watch her hands move. I will always love a character who knows sign language, and I think the representation is super important.
If you guys would like any Eternal fics or headcannons let me know. Because I feel cool writing them now that I have seen their cannon interpretations outside of the comics alone.
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Oh my absolute goodness! That chapter of TAP was amazing. It was so heart wrenching yet so very very beautiful and sweet. Your work always blows me away love.
I didn’t tell you this, but on my Instagram account I do a think called faithie’s fic corner where I share all my absolute favorite and yours was this weeks fic. My friend said she could see the love I have for your work on my face. That I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face and I looked almost in love, which isn’t wrong at all.
I adore TAP and Snap Shot so much that I can’t even put it into words. I haven’t been able to read your Ikaris one yet, but as soon as I do I’m sure I’ll fall head over heels in love with it as well. I’m sure I’ll want to added it to my reblog page immediately after the first chapter like I did this one.
Like today I was reading the TAP chapter while at my sisters house and she looked over at me. She flat out said “why are you grinning so big at your phone 🤨” and I was like “you just wouldn’t understand! Unless you read this it’s so amazing! 😩” and she just goes “I don’t read fan fiction… I read real books…” and I said “Well it’s your lose then…”
It’s safe to say you have reawakened something in me for writing. Before I found your page my writing was slowly just becoming lackluster, but now… I have a new passion for it and I’m not quite sure how you did it, but thank you.
It’s definitely definitely safe to say your my one of my top five inspiration pages. Like you have no idea how much I appreciate good stories like yours. So much detail, but not to much detail. You have like an amazing writing style and I love it so much.
Like I just wanna send you all my requests from now on because I think you’d knock them out of the park every time. I’m not naming names or anything, but I sent some to someone else who writes for Richard and it wasn’t nearly as good as anything I’ve seen form you.
Anyway I’ll stop blubbering now, but I just wanted you to know that you 1. Inspire me so much and 2. When ever you need someone to throw ideas at or just need someone to give an option on something I’m here for you whenever just message me. Also I wish so badly I could put into words just how much I love this, but I don’t think I ever could.
It’s heart wrenching, but mysterious and simply just so very sweet at certain points. I just can’t get over it. I’ll willingly praise your work anytime you need pick me ups because your work just has a certain  je ne sais quoi about it, but I can’t put my finger on exactly why.
Love Faithie 💙🧡
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My dear, dear Faithie,
First, I'm at a loss that someone with take the time out of their day to say something like this! I don't think I deserve words like this because I don't see myself as talented or as amazing as you put me to be. No, it's not humility speaking (heaven knows I'm not that humble) but it's more of disbelief that someone would actually like what I put out. I think I'm mediocre at most, striving to be different and original in a place where originality thrives. But thank you so much for thinking me different with the other people and liking what it is that I put out. It means the world to me! <3
Fanfiction gets a lot of flak for existing. A lot of literary snobs would turn their noses up to fanfiction and fanfic writers, but they fail to realize that a lot of the known classics are also fanfic. Take, for example, Dante's Divine Comedy. It's a self-insert of the Bible and when pointed out, it stumps a lot of people, with most denying that fact. Fanfic is not inherently bad; people just find not so good fanfics and deem the rest equally not as good. So, let your sister be if she thinks fanfic is below her to read. It would be her loss because there are a lot of "unpublished" works that are greater than published books.
As for being an inspiration, I'm surprised I've become that but I am very flattered to think of me as such. I literally have no idea how I've done it but I hope I continue to inspire you. Keep writing, luv, because one only gets better with practice, no one gets worse at it. If you need any help or any advice or just another pair of eyes to see what you've made, just drop me a message.
Thank you, thank you, Faithie. You are a superstar!
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Another Ikuris angst request for you all! Maybe reader is human but maybe they are only friends? Reader is like “I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you, to think I fell for you” and he’s like “you can’t love me, omg, I was supposed to kill you.” “then do it already” ?
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request: Another Ikaris angst request for you all! Maybe reader is human but maybe they are only friends? Reader is like “I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you, to think I fell for you” and he’s like “you can’t love me, omg, I was supposed to kill you.” “then do it already”? 
pairing: ikaris x fem!reader
word count: 664
warnings?: angst, not proofread
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Ikaris knew that you were going to die during the Emergence. And he knew that that might kill him more than anything. Unlike the rest of the Eternals, he never really got attached to humans in general. But you specifically? You were different. He may not care for humans in general, but you brought out a sort of affection in him that he never would have expected. 
Some days, all he thought about was what it would be like to take you in his arms. To hold you close. To kiss you softly. To know what it was like to be loved by you. 
But most days, he thought about what life would be like when you were gone. Human life was destined to end. It was his job as an Eternal to ensure that the Emergence occurred. He was never supposed to become attached to humans, much less one in particular. He couldn’t be like his fellow Eternals. He couldn’t think about such trivial things, no matter how much he wanted them, no matter how he yearned for them. 
He had a mission to complete, after all. 
He just never expected you to find out about that mission. 
“What do you mean you have to kill Ajak?” you asked, overhearing him mutter to himself about his plans to make sure the Emergence still occurs. 
“You weren’t supposed to hear that.”
You frowned. “That doesn’t answer my question.”
“I have a job to do here. Ajak stands in the way of completing it.”
Ikaris had told you about him being an Eternal. He had never intended to, but as he spent more time with you, it was impossible for to keep it a secret any longer. But there was one thing he could never tell you.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t see how killing her is the solution? How is she impeding your mission?”
Ikaris almost wanted to lie to you. He knew he would never be able to stand seeing the look on your face when you learn of the Emergence. But, he hated lying to you even more. So, reluctantly, he said, “She stands in the way of a Celestial being born.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Thousands of years ago, an egg was placed in Earth. It’s finally ready to hatch.”
“Hatch? But won’t that destroy the planet?”
“Yes. But billions more lives will be created by the loss of a single planet.”
“Are you really so callous?” you asked. “Do the lives here mean nothing? Does my life mean nothing?”
“My mission,” he said, “takes precedence against all else.”
You scoffed. “I can’t believe this. How could you do this? I thought we were friends, Ikaris. I thought you cared. I thought—” You shook your head. “Never mind what I thought.”
He stepped forward, reaching out to you. He flinched as you stepped away from him. This wasn’t what he wanted. He didn’t want you to be scared of him. “Tell me, please.”
“I loved you, Ikaris. I loved you more than anything I’ve ever loved before, but I know now that that can never be reciprocated.”
His heart dropped. “Don’t say that, please. Please. My, my mission may come first, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care.”
“Your mission is to kill me.”
“My mission is to make sure the Emergence occurs.”
“Which will kill me.” You shook your head, looking up to the ceiling. Ikaris pretended he couldn’t see the glassiness of your eyes. “I wish you would just kill me now. It might be a kinder fate.”
“Y/N—”
“Do it already! Kill me!” you snapped. “Or are you too much of a coward to do your dirty work directly? You’d kill an entire planet for your stupid mission, but you can’t handle killing a single person who tells you to? Regardless, I will die by your hand. What difference does it make?”
“The difference is that I love you too much to kill you!”
“But clearly, not enough.”
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queen-of-the-avengers · 4 months
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CATFA: Part One
Pairing: Ikaris x Female!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~2.2k
Warnings: canon violence, language, and angst
Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3
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Earth is nothing like you expected it to be. There are a lot of planets in your home galaxy that can support life as well as millions of other planets in other galaxies around yours. Still, you never expected Earth to be so similar to your home planet, Xenia--a thriving ecosystem, corrupt governments, billions of people, and large bodies of water that cover most of the planet.
The only difference is that your planet is home to one of, if not the evilest man your galaxy has ever seen. Xenia became a breaking ground for bad ideas, and they all point to the one who made you: Markus Hottle.
To most, you look like you're in your late twenties or early thirties, but you're much older than that. You've just had your one-hundredth birthday, and you know you've got a lot more to go through before you die. What Markus did to you caused you to nearly stop aging; just another side effect of his experiments.
It's why you fled your planet and have been on the run ever since. You've spent fifty years jumping from planet to planet, always avoiding Markus when he sent his goons to chase after you. You've been running for so long that you don't know what a home is anymore.
Yours was destroyed the second Markus had your parents killed.
Will Earth be different?
Xenia has always thrived on the creativity and knowledge of other people. It's what made Xenia so successful with businesses, its own ecosystem, and its communities. Earth has none of that. You landed on Earth in the year 1000, and they're nothing like what your planet is like. This planet is filled with poverty, famine, greed, struggle, and a corrupt elite community who think they're too good for everyone below them.
With your knowledge and power, you could easily fit your way into the elite status, but then who would help out those in actual need? Who can they turn to when they need help? You don't have any healing powers, so you can't aid them medically, but you can offer them something else: agriculture and clean water. You're still getting used to your new life Markus forced upon you, but if you can help others while doing it, then you have the obligation to do so.
They don't have the resources to build a new world, and you're not going to freak them out by showing them you're an alien, so you'll use what they have to help them. Something you often did back home with your mother, was make clothes for all of your friends and family. You love sewing and creating something out of nothing, and seeing how the poverty is dressed, you think you can help them by providing them with clean clothes, blankets, and other types of means to stay warm.
It didn't take long before communities came to your town to buy your clothes. Most of the time, you didn't want them to pay since you're not doing this for the money, but some refused to take your clothes without paying for them. After five or so years of being in that town, you've come to make friends with almost everyone. Along with clothes and blankets, you'd offer clean water for them to take with them--as much as they needed. It's not much, but that seemed to make their day.
While Earth is not as technologically advanced as Xenia is, you're enjoying your time on Earth and hope that Markus doesn't find you here. Your home is on the other side of the known universe, so you think you're safe for now.
The bell on your door rings, signaling that there is a customer in your store. You look up and see one of your regulars with a tired look on her face.
"Alice, are you alright?"
"Yes. My youngest is not feeling too well. The poor thing is hot and cold and is not getting any better. I came in here hoping you might have something that could help?"
"Of course. I have more water for you to take home to your family. I have made some more blankets, which are in the back. Please, help yourself. I do not want your son to be cold."
"I do not know what this town would do without your generosity."
"I am just happy to help." The bell on your store door rings again, and you give Alice a warm smile. "I will be back there in a few moments."
She leaves to the back to browse your collection while you turn to the new customer. You're about to greet them when you see the most handsome man you've ever laid eyes on--and you've met millions of people.
He has a square jaw and pink lips. He's muscular which is defined by the blue and gold suit he is wearing. He has short hair with a sliver of white in the front. He has the prettiest of blue eyes--they sparkle like the ocean does when the sun is rising. You've only lived here for six years, but you've never seen this man before. Who is he? Why is he here? What does he want?
"Hi. Welcome in."
"I hear you are the best clothesmaker in town."
Ooh, and he has an accent.
"You heard right. What are you looking for?"
"Anything that will make it look like I belong in this town. This kind of sticks out like a sore thumb," he says and gestures to his suit.
"I have never seen that or you around here before. What is your name?"
"Ikaris."
"Well, Ikaris, I must pick your brain about where you came from, but I can help with the clothes situation. Follow me." You lead Ikaris to the section where you've made some clothes specifically for men. You grab something new you're working on and place it against his chest to see how it might look on him. You pause and look into his eyes. Wow, the blue in his eyes is shinier up close. "I believe this one will do."
"Thank you."
"Please, try it on. I do not want you leaving here without a proper fit."
There is a section you've blocked off with a wooden partition you've created. All the stores in Xenia have these, but you've resulted in using what humans have made available. A lot of businesses are run outside, but with your powers, you've managed to make a store big enough to have a few people in at a time. Humans wondered how you got there, to begin with, but they were easily won over by your generosity.
Ikaris walks behind the partition and tries on the shirt, and you grab a pair of pants you made before handing it to him. The partition is low enough so you can see his face, but you can't see anything else. He maintains eye contact as he tries on the clothes, and he smiles once he knows it fits.
"How do you like it?"
"It is very comfortable. How much for these?"
"No need. I do not need your money."
Ikaris walks out with the clothes on over his suit. You're not sure why he didn't take his suit off, but you don't comment on it. There is something about Ikaris that catches your attention, and you're not sure what it is. It's like he isn't from this world. It's in the way he speaks and the way he carries himself. He seems a lot older than what he looks like, and the more you spend time with him, the more you see that.
A couple of months have passed since you first met Ikaris, and you two have been spending a lot of time together. You're starting to really like him, and you believe he likes you too. There are some days you like to close up shop just to enjoy the day or buy food from the vendors around town, and today is no different.
You and Ikaris are walking down a beaten path in the woods behind the town you live in because it's less crowded.
"You never told me how long you have been here in town."
"Quite a while."
"You are very mysterious, you know that?"
"I do," Ikaris chuckles.
You two continue to walk, but you pause when you feel the ground rumble. You look to the side to see a gnarly yet beautiful creature inch toward you and Ikaris. The creature is bigger than anything you've ever seen on Earth, and it's iridescent blue and purple that shines whenever it moves. It opens its mouth to bare its very sharp teeth, and your eyes widen in fear.
"Look out!"
You push Ikaris out of the way just as the creature pounces on you. You go crashing to the ground as it drags you twenty feet. You reach up and grab its upper jaw to prevent it from snacking on you, and Ikaris looks at you just in time to see something truly amazing happen.
Your eyes shine dark red and orange and fire forms at your fingertips. As if it's second nature, you place your fiery hands on the creature and let the fire spread throughout. The creature cries out in pain, and you kick it as hard as you can which causes the creature to topple over you so that you're free from its grasp.
You gasp and back away from the burning creature only to back into Ikaris.
"You're bleeding," he says.
You look at your arm to see a huge gash where the creature must have scratched you.
"Don't worry, I'll heal."
Just like that, your skin starts healing from the damage taken to it, and Ikaris watches with curiosity and concern.
"Are you an Eternal?"
"What the hell's an Eternal?"
"Come with me."
He takes one last look at the deviant before taking your hand. He leads you to where he's been staying these past few hundred years, but there is nothing there to show. He stops at a clearing, and you look around in confusion. Before he has a chance to say anything, gold spirals and rings form in the sky until a black triangle forms. You're kind of amazed, but you've seen a lot of alien technology throughout your life.
You two are beamed up into the floating triangle, and you're greeted by nine other people in the same kind of clothing Ikaris was wearing when he first came into his shop.
"Ikaris, who is this?" the youngest and shortest one asks.
"This is Y/N, and she killed a deviant."
From what you understand, Ikaris and the other nine people on the spaceship are called Eternals, and they were put on Earth about six thousand years ago to protect humans from deviants, which is what you just killed. They all have special powers that they use to aid them in the war not a lot of people know about. When you had a feeling Ikaris was different, you weren't expecting him to be six thousand years old.
"If you're not an Eternal, then what are you?"
Makkari is the only one who speaks Sign Language, but you don't know much about the language to understand what she is saying, so Druig translates for her.
"I'm from Xenia, a planet on the other side of the universe. I was experimented on by someone who wanted to take over planets with fear. He created a serum that gave me the powers of shapeshifting, which is why I've been able to sneak in and out of the royal castle to steal food or pose as someone with wealth.
"Then, he started experimenting with the Tesseract or the space stone which is one of the six infinity stones. It's what gave me my second set of powers which is controlling the four elements. It's why I was able to kill that deviant with fire. It's also why I can heal quickly."
"How old are you?"
"One hundred. I left my planet at fifty years old, but I stopped aging when I turned thirty-three."
"How did it take you fifty years to travel across the universe? I'm not a math genius, but even I know that's impossible," Phastos asks.
"Because I was made using the space stone, it gave me the ability to create portals which I can open to anywhere in the universe. I had trouble adjusting to that power, so it took me a little longer to get away from my maker. I'm making a home here, and I'd like to stay here if that's okay with you."
"Of course," Ajak says. "I thank you for killing that deviant. We could use your help in killing all of them so that we may go home."
"Anything I can do to help."
And just like that, you became an Eternal-adjacent. It pained you to leave the small town that relied on you to survive, but if you don't take care of the deviants, then there won't be a town left at all. It's nice to be part of something that matters since all you've been part of is something evil for most of your life. You're not even sure where Markus is, but you hope that he doesn't ever find you.
The years blend as you and Ikaris grow closer. The more time you spend with him, the more you fall in love with him. You've never been in a serious relationship before him since you were too scared to start something, but now you feel secure enough to let someone else into your life.
It doesn't matter if Ikaris is human or not.
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fauslayer · 2 years
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heidern and leona for the ask thing? (most obvious guy on earf)
SWAG lets go family!!!!
HEIDERN:
– Overall opinion of them
i love you peepaw. my best friend, gustav funny. he storm bringer'd me in a golden corral over some side his kids wanted.
– Gender/sexuality headcanons
transgender and bisexual and getting some would fix him.
– Favorite moment in canon
honestly. just the entire concept of him adopting leona. they are both hurt.
...and of course.
dont suck the energy out of the jeep.
– Favorite moment in a fanwork
three men and an orochi is quite possibly one of my favourite pieces of kof fan work et all. that pic of him teaching leona how to shoot is like. Hysterical.
– Favorite line, in canon or otherwise
i really wish he had more to pick and choose from when it came to winquotes (bc i dont want to use bunk old snk translations), but "You are a shooting star after all, it was fate for you to fall!" is like. a good example of his sort of theatric side-nature that we get to see sometimes that i think is fun. especially with the quotes kofxv counterpart: "Some superstar. You're burnt up."
hes got that sort of goofy killing edge thing going on. honorable mention to his line about revenge against gato because Yeah. i love you commander heidern.
– Characters I love seeing them interact with
putting the ikaris aside: the rival team and the other old guys. i love the dynamics he has with dolores and isla and i hope we get more of that in the future!
as for the old guys.
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do i need to say what i think heidern and takuma are doing.
– Last thing before sleeping headcanons
dude that definitely used to sleep in his fatigues/bodysuit like an insane person and i know sometimes he still does . hes a grey t-shirt/plaid sweatpants guy to me tho.
– Sleeping habits headcanons
late sleeper, early riser, side-sleeper. he'll sometimes hug a pillow in his sleep but somehow he can turn it off if someones going to try and get a picture of it/walk in. sixth sense.
– First thing after waking up headcanons
brushes his teeth, THEN gets dressed so he doesnt feel like shit about getting dressed. its a life hack. showers when he wakes up.
– Favorite locations headcanon
Boat :)
LEONA:
– Overall opinion of them
I FUCKING LOVE YOU EL WIWONA
– Gender/sexuality headcanons
i think she could be nonbinary if she wants to be. but she is Definitely a lesbian to me.
– Favorite moment in canon
i forgot which ikari ending but the one where clark and ralf start beating the shit out of each other in front of her and she just smiles because god. this is my family. like an actual family. this rocks.
– Favorite moment in a fanwork
deploy the chang and leona friendship fic
– Favorite line, in canon or otherwise
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YOUR HONOR.
THEY'RE SIBLINGS. |; |
– Characters I love seeing them interact with
besides the natural ikaris answer, i like her interactions with shun'ei in the manga. she doesnt really talk a lot to other people (and thats cool if she doesnt want to), but id like to see more glimpses of her outside of business, yknow?
– Last thing before sleeping headcanons
she just kinda changes pants, takes her hair down, and snzzzz.
– Sleeping habits headcanons
she has a habit of staying up late to me, couldnt tell you why. she gets a lot of reading done in bed. back sleeper.
– First thing after waking up headcanons
she takes her time planning her day in bed, and Then actually does it. this is only because she has to work around ralf and clarks morning shower block where they are both locked in mortal combat over who gets the hot water.
– Favorite locations headcanon
Boat :)
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to-be-a-dreamer · 2 years
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Okay, I'm curios and since Claire asked, I might as well. Me for the character ask thing idk.
Oh boy, is this about to become a thing? Do I need to make an official post so other people can reblog and play?
Anyways, Cam, I think you would be in a YA coming-of-age Netflix series, but like, the good kind. The kind that's both really funny and also makes you cry every episode. It's also very popular with the gays. I think it would be one of those shows that's advertised as having a group of five or six main characters but it's glaringly obvious that the writers only care about one or two of them. (Like how the promos for Tiny Pretty Things make it seem like Neveah is the main character but the show itself is more about Bette)
You'd be one of the secondary main characters, but you're one of, if not the most popular favorite character. I think the show would be about a group of friends, but I'm not quite sure if it's a high school story, fantasy, sci-fi, or what. I think I'm leaning towards a mystery drama that takes place in a small town during the summer (so I guess like Outer Banks? Idk, I didn't watch that show). OH maybe we can Pretty Little Liars this thing and y'all are trying to solve your friend's murder or disappearance and you discover some kind of crazy conspiracy. Or maybe there's something supernatural going on, that might be fun.
I think you would have a friends-to-lovers subplot with one of the other main characters and you guys are everyone's OTP. Literally no one cares about whatever unresolved romantic tension the "actual main characters" have with each other, they only tune in for you and your partner. You know how the Eternals fandom feels about Makkari/Druig vs. Sersi/Ikaris? Yeah, that's you.
As for fanfictions, for some reason, I feel like Netflix would be very mean to your character so I'd just write nice fluffy one-shots where you and your partner get to be happy. That or the exact opposite direction and you'd get the Race treatment, it's a toss-up honestly. I'm mostly a romance writer so that would be the majority of what I'd do, but I think the fandom, in general, would write a wide variety of fic tropes and genres for you. You're very popular with the gays, that's the best way I can describe it. Plus you'd be in basically every fic written for the fandom, even if you're not one of the main characters for said fic. The kind of story I'm imagining you in would be very popular for AUs, so that would be a lot of the fan content made for you. Plus a lot of headcanons and fanart.
The writers probably wouldn't give you much of a storyline outside of the romance thing during Season 1, but once they realized you were a popular character, they'd develop your character and backstory a lot more in the next few seasons. You'd also be more involved with the core story by then and I feel like in the series finale you would have the happiest ending.
I'm trying so hard to give y'all happy stories but like... have you seen the kind of stuff I usually write?
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cdragons · 5 months
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Fall Family Chaos Fun - An Ikaris x Persephone!Eternal Halloween Oneshot
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Pairings: Sephia x Ikaris Word Count: ~2.1k Summary: A lil'l slice of insight to how Ikaris' and Sephia's home life goes in the fall with their three gremlins angels. This fic also introduces a lot of new characters that will make strong appearances in future works of this AU! Warning(s): Heavy petting on Ikaris' part (man's a horndog for our Sephie), Aggie is a menace who takes after her Aunt Kaety, Ikaris is older than dirt and doesn't understand teens, Laurie being a teen, and Sephia & Arthur just being adorable
Notes: Yes, I know that Halloween has technically passed, but I had midterms and projects during the time so I'm using the rest of the season as a Free Fall fics pass until December. So this oneshot was beta read by the ever-so lovely @ethereal-athalia, who has so graciously sacrificed herself agreed to beta read all of my fics for the upcoming future while my usual beta reader @valeskafics, is currently really busy with law school until the foreseeable future! Even so, please go visit her blog because she is one of the best writers on Tumblr, especially if you are a fan of Ewan Mitchell, and the HOTD/GOT universe! If you have read any of my past works, you know that my girl @ethereal-athalia is pretty much the co-parent of this Eternals AU idea, and I absolutely love sharing ideas with her, and making connections to make these fics more interesting. Anyway, please be kind and enjoy!
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Somewhere deep in an enchanted forest hidden from most of the world, there stood an impressive house. This house was the home to a very special family. It was built by a beautiful woman and her besotted husband, and became their home for them and their three incredible children. Every day the home was laughter and peace and a calming air-
“DADDDDDDD! HAVE YOU SEEN MY CLOAK?”
-unless it was October, December, summer, or… actually, it hard to remember when the word “calm” could be used to describe their home.
“Which one Aggie?”
“The one that had the pretty gold swirls and stars! I need it to match with Hamy!”
“Aggie sweetie, I put it on the chair next to Pope Butterscotch the Golden Sheep!”
“Thanks mommy!”
“Mama? Have you seen Bun-Bun?”
“Bun-Bun had an accident with the breakfast this morning, so I put him in the wash! But he should be waiting for you in the dryer!”
“Thanks, Da!”
A frazzled Ikaris crouched on top of the stairwell, scrubbing away the evidence of markers and crayons from the wall-paint. When the colored outlines were only just barely visible, he made his way down the stairwell to find the one person whose sole presence would wash away all his fatigue. Standing over the massive sink - bathed in golden sunlight - stood the love of his eternal and immortal life. You were washing the vegetables that came from their gardens. Ikaris saw an array of vegetables – carrots that ranged from yellow to dark purple, deep red beetroots and radishes, a mountain of spinach, and a pumpkin of impressive size (just to new a few).
With sweat running down her brow and small streaks of dirt on your cheek, you was a vision of pure beauty. Ikaris could spend all his time listing all the parts he loved about you, and the Earth would long be dead from war and famine and any other forms of destruction that came from humanity. No time with you would be enough- it would never be enough. Wrapping his arms around your waist, Ikaris lowered his head until his nose was pressed into the crook of your neck.
Taking in a deep breath, your natural essence of clean and fresh aromas overtook his senses as a wave of calm washed over him. Your natural perfume mixed with the notes of your sweat formed a new sweet and tantalizing fragrance that caused a growl to emerge deep from his throat as Ikaris started to lay kisses over your skin. Given your deep connection to the Earth, your scent always seemed to change with the seasons. As the autumn chill chased away the summer breeze, gone were the fresh and soft fragrances of grapefruit and sandalwood. But Ikaris did not mind the loss as he took notice of notes of patchouli and orange. Reaching behind you to stroke your husband’s hair, you let a light chuckle escape under your breath.
“If you’re hoping to get lucky,” you teased with a mirthful smirk, “I would suggest that you wait until I am not sweating like a pig with dirt all over me.”
“Please,” Ikaris scoffed, “you say that if I haven’t taken you in the dirt a thousand times by now, each time leaving you more flushed with sweat than you washing some greens.” He emphasized his point by creeping his hands under your the massive green and cream flannel you stole from his closet until he reached your breasts. His eyes widened slightly at the lack of a certain apparel, until the corners of his mouth curled to a lecherous grin.
“No bra today?” He whispered with a low and husky tone. “Such a naughty flower, I wonder if I touched you down there, would I find your cunt bare and dripping, or your underwear soaked?” He pinched your nipple to emphasize his point, and let his ears drink in your soft mewling.
“Ikaris,” you rasped, “our kids could walk in any moment-”
“DAD! ARTHUR STOLE MY RIBBON!”
“NUH-UH! AND IT WAS BUN-BUN’S RIBBON FIRST, SO AGGIE STOLE IT FIRST!”
“DID NOT!” “DID TOO!” “DID NOT!” “DID TOO!”
“DAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDDDDD!”
Lightly chuckling at the immediate downfallen expression on your husband’s face in response to their children’s call to him. Turning your head to press a kiss on his furrowed brow, you reassured him that you would play the mediator this time.
“And while I’m at it,” you reasoned, “you can check on our less problematic son.”
“Laurie?” Ikaris’ expression immediately shifted to worry. “Is he alright? Has he experienced any chest pains or breathing troubles? He barely finished his breakfast this morning. Do I need to call Kaet-”
“No, no, no,” you reassured, already on damage control to prevent her husband from hovering over their firstborn like he had when Laurie was still a baby. “He’s just been holed up in his room all day, and I want to make sure that he isn’t overly stressed about anything.” You pressed her palm on his face, and stroked your thumb across his cheek. “Don’t worry so much, it might just be teen angst – Sersi told us that it’s very common at his age!”
Still a bit disturbed at his son’s unusual behavior, Ikaris quickly kissed your palm before making his way up the deep mahogany stairwell. Thinking over the past few months, Ikaris was making mental notes of his son’s strange behavior. He knew that it wasn’t his studies or his athletics at school, but he was acting more secretive. He would come home later than usual, check his phone more frequently, and even finish his meals as quickly as possible to dash to his room.
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Quickly flying past the many rooms – including the one that was currently occupied by his two youngest children, who were still arguing over the correct ownership over a particularly shiny ribbon – he finally made it to the end of the hall where his first child’s room was located. On the deep red-stained wood was a little piece of signage that was covered in laurel leaves with the only negative space spelling out “Laurie.” Softly knocking three times twice (a little signal between father and son) before a soft voice was heard through the door.
“Come in,” called out his son as Ikaris gently opened the door, a faint creak screeched out from the worn-down hinge and its pin. At first glance, the main focus of the room would be the queen-sized bed frame with a hand-embroidered eggshell-white cotton quilt, or the thousands of stars that were painted on the ceiling, or even the gilded golden crossbow hanging over his bed. But all the Eternal could focus on was the sight of his eldest child, Laurus Orion Harris, or “Laurie” as was so lovingly dubbed by his glorious wife. And he couldn’t help but feel immense pride in the fact that he had any part (even if it was only genetically) in creating the child in front of him.
“Everything alright dad?” Laurie asked.
“Yeah, everything’s okay,” Ikaris replied, “well, your mother is trying to separate your brother and sister over a very sparkly ribbon. But other than that, everything is fine.” He paused for a minute to notice that his eldest was acting a bit antsy, as if he was expecting something very important. “But are you sure there isn’t anything bothering you?”
“Huh, what do you mean?”
“Well, it’s just unusual for you to be holed up in your room. It’s usually not because of your studies because your Aunt Sersi always tells your mum and me how well you’re doing. At the very least, you’d probably be outside enjoying the changing leaves with your horse.” Ikaris tried not to seem too intrusive, his son had the right to his own privacy after all, and he trusted him to always make good choices. But with everything he had seen for the past few months, he wanted to make sure that Laurie wasn’t involved in anything dangerous. “I just want you to know that if there’s anything that’s at all bothering you, me or your mum are always going to be there to listen.”
Laurie took in what his dad said, and decided that it wouldn’t hurt to tell him a little bit. “Well, now that you mention it. I was just wondering…do you think Uncle Gil and Aunt Thena will bring Mara and Uriel over for Hamish’s birthday?”
And suddenly everything was clear for Ikaris. It was no wonder his child had been acting so nervous lately.
“Laurie,” he began, “are you worried over how you’ll act around Thena’s new ward?”
When his fourteen-year-old son’s face turned bright red, Ikaris knew he hit the nail on the head.
“You know, if you’re really that worried, I can ask Thena and Gil to maybe reconsider coming this year. I am sure they’ll understand, it’s only been a little over a year since-”
“NO! That’s alright!” Laurie was so panicked that he didn’t even notice his voice cracking, “I don’t want to do that to Hamish, he looks forward to all of us coming together for his birthday. And I rarely see Uncle Gil and Aunt Thena that much as it is – plus, Aggie seems to be alright with her, and Arthur is already getting along with Uriel really well. So…I just want to make sure that she knows that she’s welcome and…safe with us.”
“Oh my sweet boy,” mentally sorrowed Ikaris, “that little fire hellion has got him petrified.” No matter how long since it’s been since he last fought, the Eternal would tell when someone was trying to put on a brave face. Not wanting to embarrass his son, Ikaris decided that it would be best to just drop the matter for now. Worst case scenario, he would no issue to take matters in his own hands if that little flame demon tried to pull anything on Laurie like she had the first time.
“Alright,” he relented, “but you shouldn’t worry so much. I’m sure that you two will soon be good friends. But if there is anything that happens with her that makes you feel unsafe or uncomfortable, you tell me or you mum straight away. Do you understand that?”
“Yeah dad, I understand.”
“Good, I want you to know that-”
“DADDDDD! ARTHUR STILL WON’T GIVE ME BACK MY RIBBON!”
“THAT’S BECAUSE IT ISN’T YOUR RIBBON, IT’S BUN-BUN’S RIBBON!”
Letting out a deep sigh before walking over to the foot of the bed next to his son, Ikaris swept aside a bit of his unruly curls to drop a quick kiss on the top of his forehead. A wave of rosemary and frankincense wafted into his nose.
“Seems like your mum needs some help,” he chuckled, “remember what I told you. I love you.”
“Love you too dad,” replied Laurie as he watched his father walk out of his room and closing the door. He tried his best to gather his thoughts for the upcoming holiday, but that was easier said than done.
“Agalia Sersi Harris!” He heard his mother yell out – which happened very rarely. “You tell Germain to lower your brother on the ground this instant young lady!”
Not being able to hold back the laugh escape his throat, Laurie let out a series of soft chuckles. He thought back to all of the comments his friends at his school would make about his family.
They would marvel over how his mum would always make sure his lunches would look so delicious, and laugh whenever he never rejected her hugs and kisses.
Sometimes, they’d jealously gripe over how close he would be with his dad because he would always be there for his games and always act so proud of how he played – even if he did terribly.
There was the occasional snide comment about how Aggie would act so uppity and prissy, and then they’d immediately piss themselves at the sight of her barreling toward them at full speed to deliver her fury.
And then they would talk about how weird it’d be whenever Little Ari would always try to play with them, and Laurie would never brush him off and make sure that there was a way to include him.
It made the young man sad to realize that it wasn’t considered “normal” to be so close to your own parents and siblings. But if being a “normal” meant having to pretend that he didn’t have most incredible family in the history of the world, then he would gladly wear the title “freak” proudly.
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mcubrunette · 2 years
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Suit of Armor
Pairing: Richard Madden x Reader
Summary: I tell Richard exactly how I felt about Eternals and what he has to do to make up for what he put me through.
Word Count: 4.8k
Warnings: ETERNALS SPOILERS, Smut, 18+ (NO MINORS PERMITTED), Swearing, Daddy Kink (for 1 second, its short I promise!), grammar and spelling mistakes
A/N: This is definitely inspired by the rant my roommate was subjected to after I returned home from seeing Eternals minus the smut
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“Are you alright, love? You ready for this?” He asked as he gazed down on me. His hand on my thigh as he sat next to me in the back of the big black SUV.
“Are you kidding me” I exclaimed. “Of course I’m ready. Richard I get to see you for the first time in a fricken Marvel movie. I've been waiting for this since I found out you got the part two years ago, you know how much I love these movies.”
Richard chuckled in response “I know that much love”, then sighed, “I just know it can be a lot going on the carpet, I know how anxiety inducing it can be for you” as he leaned his forehead against mine.
Having been in a relationship for the last 3 years together, I had appeared next to Richard on a handful of red carpets by now. But that being said, I never could get used to the noise of all the screaming, cameras clicking and the general feeling of everyone’s eyes on me (even though I’m pretty sure most eyes remained on the handsome man beside me and I was a mere afterthought).
“I promise I will let you know if it becomes too much. But I think I’ll be distracted anyway, I’m just too excited to see you on the screen as a real superhero!” I looked up at him with a smile trying to show how proud I am of this accomplishment.
Then, just at that moment the car pulled to a stop and that’s when I started to tune in to all the noise that awaited us outside.
Richard gently grabbed my chin and turned me to face towards him, away from my gaze on the carpet mere feet from us “Just keep ahold of my hand and if it becomes too much just squeeze my hand and focus on me, I will get us off there as soon as I can”.
“Okay, I can do that” I looked up at him through my lashes “let’s do this”.
The driver came around and opened the door, giving me a hand and Richard following behind me.
We were immediately whisked down the carpet into the flurry of flashes from the camera and shouts from the fans and photographers.
But I remained focused on the feeling of Richard's strong hand in mine, or when he let go to wrap his arm around my waist I focused on the pressure of his body on mine. Soon enough it was over and we were heading to the theater.
After a brief catch up with Gemma, talking about how we must get together for a holiday gathering within the next couple months, Richard guided me to the front for our seats.
I could tell Richard was antsy for it to start as he wouldn’t stop moving in his seat. He puts so much pressure on himself and this was the moment everyone would see him hard work, and he did not want to disappoint.
Just as the lights were dimming, I reached over to Richard to grab his attention, reaching a hand around his neck I brought his ear close to mine and whispered “I love you, and I am so proud of you already, I know it will be amazing”
He rubbed his forehead against mine before dipping down, kissing my cheek and saying “thanks baby, I love you so much”
And we turned our heads as the film began.
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I.. I didn’t even know what to say. The movie ended and everyone stood for a round of applause. I was slow to get out of my seat and clap. Richard looked down at me asking how it was and all I could do was give a small reserved smile and saying “it was great”. I quickly gave him a kiss of the cheek “well I guess it’s time to be on our way then”.
Richard gave a slight inquisitive look but I looked away and took his hand to lead him out the door.
There was an after party gathering hosted by Angelina in the bar of a nearby hotel we made our way over to. Non-stop of people coming up to Richard congratulating him on his performance, and a few punches to the shoulder exclaiming how they couldn’t believe he was the bad guy in the end.
I just waited back, sat next to the bar in the corner waiting for him to finish making his rounds.
Just then he caught my gaze as he was amidst a conversation with a couple crew members. He gave me that look I knew meant he was trying to figure out how I was doing. He gave me a thumbs up signal in question just to confirm his question was coming through to me.
I gave him a small smile and thumbs up in return to confirm I was okay where I sat.
“Can I get you anything miss” the bartender asked, drawing my attention away from my gorgeous man, to the bar I sat at.
“Oh no I’m okay thank you thou- oH hi” I was interrupted by the hands wrapping around my waist.
“Let’s get out of here” he whispered into my ear with that deep Scottish drawl, and the couple beers he’s had only accentuated his accent further.
“Okay” I whispered back, nodding.
As we got in the back of the car the driver let us know we should arrive home in about 20 minutes, before closing the partition.
I stared out the window watching the city pass by, my hands non-stop fidgeting with my phone on my lap.
Richard look over and grabbed my hand, “are you okay love” he asked. I turned around seeing a look of mild concern on his face.
“I’m good” I replied shortly, turning my head back to face the outside which transitioned from the bright city lights and screens to the more subdued suburban neighborhood atmosphere.
“Um okay” he replied, and I could tell he wasn’t exactly convinced.
We sat in silence until we reached out home about 10 minutes later, pulling into the driveway. The driver came around and opened my door, Richard meeting me around the front of the car. He turned back to thank the driver and handed him a tip as I already made my way towards the house.
I was just setting my purse down on the console in the entryway when Richard made his way through the door.
As he closed the door behind him he began to speak “love are you really sure you are okay I wasn’t expecting you to be this qui- Oompf” as he was silenced by me pushing him up against the door and attaching my lips to him in a fury of passion.
I ran my hands up his chest, over his tux, up the back of his neck into his hair. I couldn’t resist giving a little tug which elicited a low moan from him. His arms that had been moving up and down my waist pressed in even harder.
“So I’m guessing you liked the movie” he panted, each word said in between kisses as began to make his way from my mouth to planting kisses along my jaw towards my neck.
“NO” I exclaimed, pushing myself away from him, turning my back to him.
“Umm..” he froze not sure how to react, “what do you mean love?” And I just knew he had a confused look on his face as he said it without even turning around.
“I can’t believe you did that to me” I whispered, tears almost threatening to form in my eyes.
“Wha- what did I do-“ “YOU KILLED YOURSELF” I yelled, turning around unable to keep my anger restrained.
He just leaned against the door, incredibly confused “umm..”
“You were SO HOT” I exclaimed throwing my hands in the air, “and then you just THREW YOURSELF INTO THE SUN”.
It was then a small smirk began to develop on his face.
“Looove..” he drawled out, beginning to walk over to me, “you know I didn’t have a choi-“ “I don’t care” I interrupted as I began to walk further into the house, throwing my coat onto the entryway bench and making my way into the kitchen.
“So you liked the film?” He asked, trying to confirm my thoughts on his work.
“Objectively, it was an amazing movie” I said. Hesighed with a smile on his face, satisfied that I did in fact enjoy the film, which I interrupted by adding, “but subjectively I hate you and Ikaris and anyone else who had a role in killing off who is clearly the hottest superhero in the MCU”
“But he betrayed his family lov-“ “No, I don’t care, I refuse to accept that as an excuse” I shook my head at him.
“But he-“ “no Richard there is nothing you can say that will make this better. You make me so happy by telling me you are a marvel superhero, getting me all hyped up, and turns out you were evil and going to kill yourself so you won’t even be in another movie which means I don’t get to stare are you in that uniform anymore.” I was left breathing heavily out of air upon finishing my rant.
He started slowing making his way over to me where I rested against the counter, putting his arms on either side of my body against the edge of the counter, trapping me.
“So you’re biggest issue with the movie was that it means you will no longer get to see me dressed as a superhero” he looked down on me with a smile on his face, trying to hold back laughter.
“Yes that is essentially the issue here” I nodded, a smirk now appearing on my face “because you know,” my arms going up his chest to behind his neck pulling his ear down near my mouth “you were just so sexy in that uniform I could hardly handle it”.
“Well if it was hard for you to handle, maybe it’s for the best I’m no longer in it” his hands coming off the counter to wrap around my waist whispering in my ear and finishing with a little nip at my ear.
“Oh no, I don’t think so” I noted wryly, my hands coming back down his front, now starting to drift over the top of his pants lining.
“Because,” I added, “it would be to your benefit if I got to see you even more as Ikaris” looking up at him.
“Oh yeah, why is that” he hummed, his hands drifting further down below my hips.
“Because seeing you in that uniform, seeing you fly around shooting later beams out of your eyes destroy evil monsters” I paused to take a breath, “made me want you to bend me over and take me right there in the middle of the theater with no care for anyone there who was watching” I finished, pausing to look up at him and stare him in the eyes, in an attempt to challenge him.
“Hmm well do you want to go down to the theater room, I can bend you over the couch and fulfil your fantasy” his hands reaching the curve of my underside giving a gentle squeeze with those large hands on his.
But before I could rebuttal he added “or would fucking you here on the counter be up to your satisfaction because I really can’t wait another minute to rip that dress off of you”
“Here will be fine” I said before slamming my lips against his again and he lifted me effortlessly up onto the counter.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, my hand slipping down to press against his growing bulge.
“God you had me scared you didn’t like the movie” he breathed as he kissed down my neck, his hands now drifting to my back to undo my dress.
“Of course I loved it, you idiot, but I’m still expecting you to make up for throwing my new favourite MCU character into the sun”.
He pulled back to look at me, a twinkle in his eyes as he said “oh I think I can do that, love” and reattached our lips in a heated make out.
He finished undoing my back so he pulled the dress down to my hips then I leaned back so he could finish pulling it down my legs. All that remained was the dark blue lingerie set, with flecks of gold detail, I had specifically bought for this night.
“Wow, you really are Ikaris’ biggest supporter” he ran his tongue over his bottom lip.
“I’m your biggest supporter actually” I corrected, as I grabbed a fistful of the front of his suit to bring him closer to me. I pushed his shirt jacket off his shoulders onto the floor.
I carefully, but quickly, I began unbuttoning his white dress shirt as he undid his bow tie. Soon I was pushing the shirt onto the floor to join the jacket, our lips never leaving each other for a moment. Until I pushed him back so I could hop off the counter and sink to my knees, hands quickly going to unbutton his slacks.
“Love, I thought I was making it up to you tonight” he questioned as he tried to give a gentle tug under my arm to pull me back up.
I kept myself solid on the ground, managing to open his pants and pull down them, and his boxers, enough to have his hard cock fly out and up against his stomach.
“I know, but I can’t help but want to also show you how proud I am of you still” my hand wrapping around him, not quite all the way
“Okay, if you’re certai-ohhhh god” he groaned as my tongue touched the tip of his cock, and my mouth wrapped around him right after. His head tilted back, eyes closed and hands instinctively grabbed a hold of my hair.
“God FUCK you suck my cock so good” he panted, and looked down at me again to see me looking back up at him as I tried to take as much as I could of him, my hands working to pleasure what my mouth couldn’t reach.
He gently applied pressure to the back of my head, “a little further I know you can do that babygirl”.
As I attempted to hollow out my cheeks and go further, along with his pushing, his cock slipped a bit too far eliciting a gag from me.
Richard immediately stopped and pulled me back with a concern look on his face. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to go that far” he breathed out with worry.
“I’m good I swear” I said as I tried to catch my breath, “your pleasure is worth as little pain” I added, as I went back to sucking his cock.
“I should remember you do love to mix pain with your pleasure” beginning to grab a hold of my hair again. I winked up at him in response and all he could do was let out a continuous moan as I slobbered all over his member.
Within a few moments though he was pulling me off panting out “okay you gotta stop now because I refused to not finish inside of you” and I mean, who was I to refuse that.
In a blur I was up on the counter again, Richard pushing me to lean back as he leaned over to inhale the smell of the mess that had been made in my panties.
A second later and my underwear was pulled down my legs and thrown over his shoulder to join the growing pile of clothing.
He grabbed under my knees pushing my legs back and outward to give him room to lean himself down and lick a long stripe up through my mound. His face came up to look at me, gleaming from my wetness that was now around his mouth, nose and chin. “You truly are the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted” he proclaimed.
He turned his attention back downwards and he dove back in, this time focusing on my top area which houses the most sensitive, and unforgiving, bundle of nerves.
I could help but lean back on my arms and let out the loudest moan of the night between the two of us.
“Don’t stop making those sounds, love. I want to hear them all night long” he said, eyes now straying from the prize before him “lets let the hold neighbourhood know how good I’m making you feel”.
And with that he inserted his first first index into me, eliciting more of the moans he so desperately wanted to hear.
I couldn’t help reaching with one hand down to grab at his hair, pushing through from the grey streak at the front to the back of his head, while my other hand remained on the counter to support me upright.
“God Richard please, please god I’m gonna cum soon”
“Are you gonna cum for me baby? Hmm, you gonna cum all over my face for me? His voice muffled as he continued his feast devouring me within an inch of my life.
All I could do was groan and throw my head back desperate for release, “please Richard I need more, give me more”
And in an answer to my wishes he took the chance to insert a second finger. As he curled those large fingers of his up, hitting just the right spot, I couldn’t help but yell “FUCK RICHAAARD” drawing his name out with my release.
When I became reoriented I looked down to see Richard now back upright with his hands on either side of me as he leaned over me to dip down and glide his mouth over mine. I could taste myself on him as he slid his tongue in to entangle with my own, only causing me to release another moan due to the eroticism of it all.
Richard pulled away and said “Are you ready for me to fuck you so hard you won’t even remember the name of the movie you just saw?”
After letting out a low moan, I replied “if you set those expectations you better deliver on them”, finishing with a wink.
“When have I ever let you down in the pleasure department love” he chuckled as he bent down to give me a quick kiss.
“However,” he added, “ I am quite old and as much as I want to climb up here on the counter with you, my knees just aren’t built for that anymore so you mind taking this to the couch, love” he asked as he peppered kisses down my neck.
“Anything you need to deliver on the pleasure, old man” I joked, causing him to lightly bite my ear in rebuttal.
He leaned back and finally pulled his pants and boxers all the way off his legs before picking me up where I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to the couch just a few meters away.
Immediately he was on top of me, the weight of him pressing into me and just making me more hot and bothered as I ran my hands down his back.
He really kept up with his training even after Eternals wrapped and I don’t doubt it was partly because he just knows how it affects me.
“Lean up, I don’t want any article of clothing separating us from each other” he claimed, as I sat up so he could unhook my bra.
I leaned back and immediately his mouth was around my one breast as his hand tweaked and pulled at the other breast’s nipple, causing me to let you another moan and proclaim “Richard I love you but I need you to get your cock inside me before I actually combust”.
I heard the muffled sounds of his laughter from between my breasts “okay love whatever you want, this night is now completely yours”.
With that he reached his hands down to grab my thighs and push them to the sides to open myself up to him. His mouth had now moved back to the crook of my neck, no doubt leaving more marks for me to cover tomorrow, as he reached down to guide himself to my opening.
Before entering however, he leaned back just enough so our noses were barely touching, as he looked me in the eyes to say “I love you” and held my stare as his cock entered me.
We both let out simultaneous moans, our heads each tilting back as we became overwhelmed in the pleasure.
“Ughh fuuuck” he let out through clenched teeth, “why are you always so fuckin right” as he neared fully entering me.
“Why are you always so fuckin bIG” I chirped back, as he slammed his hips into mine to completely enter me.
We both just paused in order to fully adjust and mentally calm each of our bodies down so we could last for more than 5 seconds.
“Okay I’m good” I breathed, “give it to me Richard”.
He didn’t need to be told twice as he began to thrust his hips in and out, and quickly picking up his pace.
Richard's hands then moved down to grab the backs of my thighs in order to wrap them around his waist, which enabled me to pull him in even closer.
“Baby girl you feel so good” he moaned, his upper half coming so he could capture my mouth with his. His rapid thrusts inhibited any rhythmic kissing, just a clash of tongue and teeth in an attempt to get as close as we possibly could to one another.
“Fuck Richard go deeper, harder, just more god I need more, just give me everything you have” I pleaded with him, nearing a state of complete delusion at the intensity of pleasure already.
“Yes ma'am” he replied and with that hitched my thighs up even more so that he could lift my legs up and over his shoulders.
“Oh-oHh my fuuck Richard, yes god, yes keep.. going.. yess” I tried to get words out to let him know how I felt as I was running out of air. Each thrust of his taking my breath away.
With the new position, the angle allowed him to reach the deepest point inside of me yet this evening.
“I can see myself bulging from your stomach, that’s so fuckin hot babygirl” he proclaimed as he leaned back to watch as he entered and excited my soaking cunt.
All I could do was lie there and nod along, complete delusion having set it as the pleasure overwhelmed me.
“Are you gonna cum for me baby, huh? You gonna let go for me and cum all over my cock?” He grunted out the words which furthered my state of incompetence.
All I could get out was a jumble of words, “fuck.. cum.. I’m.. hard.. there” which signalled to Richard I was nearing my release.
He breathed over me and said “yeah I know you want to come, can you come with me? I’m about to cum too. Cum with me while I fill you all up with my cum babygirl. ”
As he said those words he reached down to rub my clit and within a second I was bursting around him “oH Richard fuck fuck fuc fuh fuhhh” as my cunt contracted around his cock, which brought him to his release as well, “god fuckin hell, look at you squeezin my cock like that, you want every last drop in that pussy don’t ya” he moaned out, as he rocked out his final thrusts.
He removed my legs from him shoulders allowing him to rest down onto me, head going to the crook of my neck, his weight helping calm my rapid heart rate as I calmed down, both our breaths starting to slow.
“That was so good Rich, just what I nee-wHOA” I was pulled from my thoughts as all of a sudden I was flipped on to my stomach and his arms around my waist to pull me on to all fours. I turned around to find him kneeling on the couch behind me, palming at my ass.
“I think I owe you one more for all the heartbreak I put you through” he said with a wink, eyes twinkling with a slight hint of mischievousness. My mind drifted back to what had started all this in the first place, the movie, Ikaris, honestly seemed like a week ago at this point where I was in my mental state of pleasure mixed with exhaustion.
“I think you can give me one more, right baby? You give one more to daddy?
He knew that word was my kryptonite.
I let out a low groan and dug my head into the couch pillow as I felt one of his hands wrap around my waist as if to hold me steady, while the other inserted two of its digits into my sopping cunt.
I could hear the sound of our juices mixing as he thrust his fingers in and out, his thumb going to rub at my clit.
As sensitive and tired as I was, I couldn’t help my body from thrusting backward to meet his movements.
“Ri.. Richard.. I.. I don’t know.. I need” I could express anything I was feeling. I was so far gone.
Richard leaned his body over top of mine so he could whisper right in my ear, “C’mon baby I know you can do this for me, ready? When I tell you to cum you’re gonna cum for me, can you do that for me sweet girl? “
All I could give was a shaky nod in reply.
“Cum” he demanded.
And with that the dam broke. A gush of fluid spurting out of my cunt, drenching him and myself “fuuuuck” was all I had in me to moan out before collapsing on the couch.
I was zoned out, on the verge of sleeping when I felt kisses along my back up until they reached my cheek.
“I’ll be right back” Richard whispered in my ear and all I could give was a “hmm” in reply.
Seconds or minutes later I couldn’t be sure, I felt Richard's hands helping me to turn over, “I’m just going to clean you up a bit” he said before I felt a warm towel in between my legs cleaning up the mess we both contributed to.
“The couch.. oh god the couch” was all my mind could go to as I felt the wetness all around me.
“Shh shh it’s okay, don’t worry about that I’ll take care of it. Just relax for me, okay sweet girl?” I nodded in reply as he kissed my forehead.
Richard managed to get me seated and wrapped one of the couch blankets around me before scooping me into his arms to bring me upstairs to our bedroom.
I nearly fell asleep as I curled my face into his neck, but was awakened by the bright lights of the en-suite being turned on.
I let out a groan of displeasure from the bright lights and mumbling about wanting to go to bed.
“I know love, just need you to go pee first, don’t want you getting a UTI now don’t we?” he said as he led me to the toilet, and I grumbled an “I guess now” in return.
He left the bathroom to I assume ready the bed and give me some privacy. I finished my business and managed to get up and go wash my hands. As I looked in the mirror I looked so freshly fucked, I knew I’d have marks all over me tomorrow, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I zoned out just staring in the mirror until Richard appeared behind me, a single kiss to my neck interrupting my wandering thoughts, “let’s get you to bed” he said and pulled me to the bedroom.
He led me to the bed where he had a white T-shirt of his waiting to slip over me. After helping me into that he helped me tuck into bed before going to shut all the lights off and closed the blinds before slipping into bed himself. He layed close behind me, arm coming around my waist to pull me close to him, entwining our legs and head nestling into my neck.
With one last kiss to me cheek he whispered, “I hope I made it up to you enough, love”
“I still hate you” I said with a small smile on my face, my eyes already closed and ready for sleep.
“What if I called production and asked if I could get the costume to wear for you around the house, would that make things better, hmm?” He hummed in my ear.
“Yes,” I said “yes that would”.
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