#ikaris imagine

[cdragons]

More Eternals Memes & Incorrect Quotes

Ft. Persephone!Eternal Reader & Hecate!Eternal Reader & the kiddos

Notes: Ya girl got bored and she doesn't want to work on her presentations that are like 35% of her grade. PS: If anyone recognizes which scene I used in Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends in that one gif, y'all are the real ones.

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Sephia, playing with baby Jack: So how the ride from the hospital?

Phastos: Oh you know, pretty uneventful.

*20 minutes earlier*

Phastos: I'M BREAKING THE WINDOW!

Ben: *on the phone* We locked our baby in the car and people are judging us!

Phastos: I SWEAR TO GOD I'M GONNA BREAK IT!

Ben: Do not break the window! You'll get glass on him.

Phone operator: Sir, please tell your wife to relax. Everything is going to be okay.

Ben: That's a man.

Operator: Really?

Phastos: DON'T WORRY JACK! DADDY’S COMING FOR YOU!

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Laurie: What are you in the mood for?

Mara: World Domination

Laurie: Seems a bit ambitious

Mara: Laurie, you are my world

Laurie: Awwww

Mara:

Laurie:

Mara:

Laurie: OH

*Bonus scene*

Ikaris: I sense a disturbance in the force

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No One:

Arthur & Uriel meeting for the first time and already vibing:

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Arthur: I guess I’m too tough to cry

Agalia: 20 minutes ago you were crying about snakes

Arthur: THEY DON’T HAVE ANY ARMS

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Ikaris: Hey Gil, I brought Laurie for that playdate

Mara: *Snarling & Feral & Foaming*

Ikaris: *GRABS LAURIE*AHHHHH, GET YOUR FUCKING DAUGHTER GIL

Gilgamesh: She don’t bite

Ikaris: YES SHE DO

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I'm sorry, is this not what happened?

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Laoise: Don’t be afraid to ask for help!

Aisling: You are not a burden!

Hamish *blinking in morse code*: Murder is a-okay

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*Ikaris and Mara arguing about something*

Mara: Tell him where he can put his grapes Uri!

Uriel *signing*: In the fridge!

Mara:

Uriel:

Ikaris:

Mara: Yeah! In the fridge

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Kaetlyn: I'll just be a few minutes, you won't even notice I'm gone!

*Not even two minutes later*

Druig:

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*Coming up with the Unimind Title*

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*Kingo in his ho era*

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[romeulusroy]

Imagine arguing with your ex Ikaris when fighting the Deviants:

"Get away from me!"

The two of you stood back to back, screaming at one another over the chaos. The rest of the team tried to get through to you, the both of you, but you were too swept up in your own drama. It'd been over a hundred years since you'd last seen him, since you broke up, and there was still so much left unsaid. You thought you could be adults about this. You thought you could put it all behind you, all those terrible things he said and did to you, but when you saw him again, everything came bubbling up. He'd been in love with Sersi the whole time you were together. Did he even really love you? Did all those years you spent together mean nothing? Deviants, or something similar, caught you in a corner, and yet all you could think about what how he hurt you, how long you'd spent thinking you were unlovable because he didn't love you. You were outnumbered. You weren't strong enough, not even if you managed to work together. Ikaris, despite his fury, put himself between you and the Deviant. Always wanting to be the hero. You'd never been more annoyed.

"I'm trying to protect you!"

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[ava-kedavra]

part fourteen: reacquaint

Pairing: Ikaris x Reader

Summary:  part fourteen of a fanfiction and they haven’t kissed yet? but don't worry folks shit is heating up in this one! after that we get a catch up, I'm always thinking about pizza and we find out some stuff y/n doesn't even know

Words: 2708

Warning: swearing, some nsfw shit 18+! What can I say I love the idea of face riding a tall good looking man that broods.

link to part thirteen

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Ikaris closes the door by pushing you against it, and goes straight for your neck. He breathes in deep, inhaling your scent. 

His left hand grips the back of your thigh, holding you in place, while his right hand inches up your hip, slowly pushing your shirt up. The feeling of his fingers on your skin makes you shiver in anticipation. You snake your arms around his neck, and grip his hair.

“You alright love?” His accent is thick, but it’s more muffled by your jaw he presses his lips against, making you look at the ceiling. 

You nod, but he hums, “talk to me, Y/N.”

He moves his hand from your hip, and you go to protest, but he cups your cheek, “Y/N.”

You take a deep breath, “you feel good,” you say quietly, cheeks turning a bright red.

He gives you a grin, “you like how I touch you?” He asks you, and while his voice is soft, his words are not. 

His words send a rush of electricity straight to your core. You manage to make eye contact, and you know he can tell how his words affect you.

“I do,” you finally answer, biting your lip, “you make me feel good.”

“Love,” he leans in towards you, breathing the word onto you, “I always wanna make you feel good.” 

His accent is thick, and when you look into his eyes you notice they’ve darkened. 

“Will you let me do that?” He pushes his hips harder against yours, keeping you in place as he reaches his other hand up to cup your cheek.

“Hm?” he nearly cooes before leaning over and kissing your cheek.

“I’ve missed you,” he continues speaking as he leans over and kisses the other cheek.

“So much,” he adds on, going to kiss your forehead. 

You can’t take it. You move your head quickly to meet his lips with yours.

When your lips meet it feels like a circuit being completed. You feel the electricity move between the two of you warm and complete.

You pull away, opening your eyes to meet his own. 

“Y/N,” he whispers, “please,” he’s begging, but he doesn’t know what for.

You don’t say anything, instead you smash your lips against his.

This time, he kisses you back fervently. You're grabbing his hair, his cheeks, his shoulders, anything to steady yourself.

He’s grabbing your hips, rocking against your core against the door, causing you to arch your back into him.

He pulls his lips away from yours, before attacking your neck.

His arms snake around your back and he’s suddenly carrying you across the room, setting you gently down on the bed.

“Ikaris,” you sigh out, “kiss me” you reach out for him, breathless.

He complies, falling against you as your lips meet again. He groans against your mouth when you buck your hips into him and you smirk. You’re about to do it again when there’s a knock at the door.

“Ignore it,” Ikaris pants in your mouth. 

“Agreed,” you breathe out as you pull his hair, making him groan out. You take the chance to push him back onto the bed.

The knocking persists as you straddle him against the headboard.

“Ikaris! Y/N! Open the door!” The voice is muffled and indistinguishable as you rock your hips against Ikaris’ groin as you peck kisses along his neck.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, grabbing your hips to help you move. You grab at the bottom of his shirt, pulling it off of his body.

He lifts his arms up to help and when you sit back in his lap to look at him, you have to stop yourself from audibly moaning.

“Oh my god,” you mumble as you trace your finger along his collarbone.

He lets out a chuckle and places his hand over yours, moving it lower towards his v-line. 

“Like what you see?” He whispers, accent somehow thicker with arousal.

“Yes,” you immediately reply, your brain more focused on the feel of his hard-on under your palm. 

He presses his nose into your neck and you giggle. God you felt like a horny teenager. 

The door bursts open before you can even process it. You yelp from the intrusion, pushing yourself closer into your husband, trying to shield yourself.

Bucky strolls in unfazed, gun in hand with Phastos and Bruce behind me, “control yourselves, they’re ready to talk.” 

“What?” You turn your head, while trying to push Ikaris from your neck. 

He doesn’t budge, but just mumbles ‘no’ into your skin. You rest your hands in his hair and try to control your breathing. 

“Fitzsimmons are ready to talk,” Bruce informs, though uncomfortably from the doorway and looking at the ceiling.

“Great,” Ikaris replies, “now get the fuck out.”

You hit his chest, “Ikaris! We have to go.”

He raises his mouth to your ear, “not until I’ve had a taste of you,” he nips your earlobe.

Your face burns as you clear your throat, “everyone out we’ll be there in twenty.”

The door shuts quickly and you crash your lips into his again. 

“You’re so fucking hot,” you pant against his mouth as he starts to unzip your pants above him.

You lift yourself off his lap so he can pull your pants and underwear down, and when you sit back down on his cock he can feel your juices soak through his pants to his boxers.

“Shit love,” he groans, bucking up into you, “I wanna fuck you so bad.”

“Fuck me,” you pop his belt open and rip it off, before unzipping his pants. 

You giggle trying to pull them off, but finally manage with his help. He finds the bottom of your shirt and pulls it off your body, groaning at your bare chest. 

“Ikaris,” you pull on the band of his boxers, “please fuck me.”

He shakes his head, “we don’t have time,” before you can whine though, he’s kissing your lips, “don’t worry pretty girl, I’ll still make you feel good.” 

He grips your hips and slides you up his chest as he lays farther down into the pillows. He lifts his head up and takes a nipple in his mouth. 

“Fuck,” you moan out at the feeling of his toned abs on your clit, the friction making you dizzy. 

Ikaris catches onto your hip rolls, and moves his hands along on your hips, helping you. 

“That feel good?” His voice is quiet, but hoarse.

You nod, both hands on his chest as you rock against it.

“Here love,” he takes his mouth off you to move you further up towards his face.

Oh. 

You audibly whine when he grabs your ass in both palms, lifting you over his face. 

You sit up on your knees, hovering over him. 

“Are you sure Ikaris? You don’t have to,” you run your fingers through his hair. 

“Y/N,” he presses down on your thighs, making your knees fall. 

Fuck.

“Ikaris,” you moan back as he languidly licks the inside of your thigh, licking the excess juices from your core.

“Sit on my face, pretty girl,” he says, kissing each side of your thigh, before zoning in on your core. 

He presses a kiss to your clit that has you keening, putting your full weight onto your husband's head. He keeps you steady with one hand, as the other grips your thigh. 

The noises coming from his mouth and your own are obscene. You’re both fully moaning out, you into the air, but his moans send a vibration right into the bottom of your stomach, making you even louder. 

“Fuck fuck fuck,” you start rocking your hips against his face as he helps guide you with one hand, the other going up to squeeze the under side of your breast. 

“Fuck my face,” he mumbles into your core, flicking at your nipple. You barely hear him through the haze of pleasure, reaching down to grab harder at his scalp, your other hand steady against the wall. 

You feel sparks throughout your body, sending zaps through your fingers and toes. You feel your high approaching, but just need a little more. 

“Ikaris,” you’re just moaning at this point, barely able to rock your hips. He completely takes over your movement with one hand on your hip, the other reaching up towards your core.

He slides two fingers into your channel with no hesitation, and you can hear the slick noises as he moves them in and out. 

“Oh fuck,” you throw your head back, “fuck I’m so close.”

You feel like magic. 

“Fuck fuck shit,” you’re babbling at this point, but Ikaris keeps his speed up. His fingers hit right at your g-spot as he sucks on your clit.

You feel like electricity. 

He rocks you harder down onto his face, and you’re so so close.

“Ikaris,” you’re barely breathing, “I’m gonna- gonna”

“Cum for me,” he speeds up his fingers and you see stars.

You feel waves of pleasure as you gush against his mouth, arching your back, “fuck Ikaris,” you cry out as you ride your high out.

He continues to ministrations on your pussy until you’re trying to move off of his face, he finally relents and lays you on your back. 

“Ikaris,” you mumble out with a smile, “that was amazing.”

He pecks your lips, “I’m glad.”

You look down to see a large stain on his boxers. You look back up to his face to see his cheeks red. 

“I uh-” he starts to say, but you cut him off with a kiss.

“That’s so hot,” you say into his mouth, running your hands on his hard chest.

“You’re so perfect for me,” he says into your mouth before pulling away.

He kisses your forehead, “we should get going.”

You groan oat, stretching your arms, “you’re probably right,” you look around the room, “where are my clothes?” 

Ikaris gets up from the bed, opening a dresser drawer. He comes back to the bed with a fresh pair of underwear and black leggings.

You lift up the clothing, inspecting it, “are these mine?” 

He nods, and you furrow your eyebrows. 

“What is it?” He asks as you shrug the leggings on. 

“I don’t know,” you shrug, still shirtless as you walk up to him, “I guess I was expecting something less modern.” 

“I still have all our old clothes from the years together,” he’s casual, grabbing a shirt to put on. 

You grab the shirt from him though, using your free hand to feel his chest.

“That’s sweet,” you say absentmindedly, tracing his sternum with the tip of your finger.

He breathes out, “yeah?”

You nod, “yeah,” before kissing him sweetly. Kissing him was addicting. His lips were soft, but firm against yours. 

“You keep kissing me like that and we won’t leave this room,” he warns, sliding his hands up your bare back. 

“Hm, sounds horrible,” you’re sarcastic as you press your chest against his.

“You’re eager,” his voice thickens as your nipples harden against him. 

“So are you,” you smirk, giving him a quick peck before stepping away, “what are my shirt options?”

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“Is it appropriate to bring snacks to an interrogation?” You question aloud from your spot in front of the fridge. 

“I got blueberries from the farmers market,” Bruce chimes in, sitting at the counter with his laptop.

“We should be having dinner,” Bucky calls out from the dinner table, “I’m in the mood for pizza.”

“Wanda makes the best pizza,” you groan out in front of the fridge, spotting the blueberries, “the sauce is to die for.”

“Sokovian sauce is better,” Bruce agrees and you nod. 

You shut the fridge with your hip, blueberries in hand, and turn to Ikaris, “want a snack?” He smirks, “no, I already had one,” he kisses your cheek. 

“Yeah that tired me out,” you admit, and he hangs his arm over your shoulder, so you lean into him. 

“Hopefully not too tired,” he murmurs into your neck, “I’m not done with you.” 

You give him a quick kiss, and smile, “good.” 

-

After talking with Sam and Bucky, you decided that only a few people would be in the interrogation room. 

That would include you, Sam, Bucky, Ikaris, Phastos and Bruce. 

It was times like these that you missed Natasha. She was the best at this kind of thing. She could get the worst kind of people to talk in five minutes.

“Hey Natty,” you sigh, looking down, “I’ve got a lot to tell you.”

You sit down on the ground in front of the royal azaleas, “turns out I’m not who I thought I was.”

“Now I don’t know who I am,” you admit to the plant, “I don’t know if I really ever knew.”

“I’m married,” you state bluntly, “and I can fly and fighting aliens isn’t as big of a deal as we thought it was.”

You feel the flower between your fingers gently. “Fitzsimmons betrayed me,” you continue, “Morgan started kindergarten and Bucky has a cat.” 

“We knew going back in time had its risks,” you take a deep breath, “I just didn’t think I’d lose you when I did.” 

You sniffle, “and I know I can take comfort in the fact that you’re at rest,” you take a deep breath, “I just really miss you.”

You pause. 

“Natasha,” you start, “I don’t know what to do. I don’t know who to trust,” you continue, “and I certainly don’t know what’s next.”

“I guess what I’m saying is that I wish you were here,” you say, “because you’d know what to do. You always knew what to do.”

“Even when it came down to life or death,” you say quietly, “you knew what to do.”

“And even if I do know what to do,” you let out a shaky breath, “what if I’m not strong enough?”

“You’re the strongest person I know,” you say, “or you were.”

You sniffle. 

“Give me strength Nat,” you whisper, placing your hands on the ground to lift yourself up, “I really need it.”

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You make your way back into the interrogation room and take a seat between Ikaris and Sam.

“Hey,” you clear your throat, giving Ikaris a small smile.

“Hi love,” he greets, leaning back in his chair.

Bucky walks in soon after carrying a drink. 

He sets it on the table, and notices Ikaris’ stare.

You’re staring at your fingers in your lap, picking at them so he’s not subtle.

Ikaris nods towards the hall. 

Bucky takes the cue, leaving the room. 

Ikaris moves to leave too, but your hand on his shoulder stops him, “where are you going?” You ask, still sitting in the chair.

“I’ll be right back,” he kisses your forehead on instinct, “just gotta use the bathroom.”

“Okay,” you smile, turning to talk to Sam next to you.

Ikaris steps out and nods at Bucky.

“How’d you get them to talk?” He cuts to the chase, crossing his arms.

“You won’t tell her?” Bucky asks.

Ikaris shakes his head.

“I showed them the footage of Y/N in the lab,” he answers.

“Pretending to interrogate them?” Ikaris asks and Bucky nods.

“She was doing it for about five minutes before you walked in,” Bucky adds on.

“It’s a good idea,” Ikaris responds, “thank you.”

“I’d do anything for Y/N,” Bucky tells him, “she’s my sister.”

Ikaris nods, understanding the relationship between the two of you.

“Thank you,” he says again before making his way back into the conference room.

“Take the lead,” Sam offers you, “I’ll be there to keep you on track.” 

“Sounds good,” you respond. 

“Bucky will be back with them soon,” Sam tells you, “and then we can start.”

Ikaris takes a seat next to you, and you shoot him a smile.

“How are you feeling?” He asks gently in your ear.

“A bit nervous,” you whisper to him. 

He places his hand on the back of your neck for comfort, messaging it softly.

“Thank you,” you whisper, leaning in for a kiss. He guides your head with his hand, taking your lips in his. He kisses you deeply before pulling away, leaving you breathless. 

“Of course love,” he responds before the door opens.

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THEY FINALLY FUCKING KISSED!!!

yes!!! I'm updating woohoo!

I'm sorry I take so long lol much love!

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[welldonebeca]

Apex Predator (IV)

Pairing: Thena x Ikaris WC: 2.1k words Warnings: Smut. Power play. Praising kink. Lots of teasing. “Thena be good”, but make it sexual. Virginity loss.

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Ikaris watched as Thena weaved through her tapestry, long fingers moving with such ability he couldn’t even understand how she did it.

It was her little hobby, sewing with such an ability it hypnotised him. He sometimes forgot she had hobbies outside of fighting, since that seemed to be the only thing on her mind whenever they were around.

Even when Ajak let them have moments of calm, she would be focused on the next deviants to emerge.

So seeing Thena and her long fingers moving, her bright eyes so focused she was barely blinking, never ceased to enchant him.

“It’s beautiful,” Ikaris finally spoke, making his presence known.

It was them in the legends, coming down to help the humans.

She didn’t stop, as if she knew he was there all along.

“I know."

He chuckled, wordless.

Of course she did. Thena knew everything.

He sat by her side, and her fingers didn’t even stop.

“How are you, Thena?” he asked, sweetly.

She wasn’t impressed at all.

Ikaris had his own dynamic with his Omegas. With Sersi, he could simply kiss her without many words, a few looks with Ajak would open her up and Makkari, his sneaky little Omega, was keen to playing games with him. But they had their dynamic.

But Thea… she was immune to his charms.

She gave very little attention to the changes on their family, focusing mainly on the deviants with Gilgamesh. Ikaris wondered if the two were intimate, but if maybe very secretive about it.

Whenever he tried to be around her, her answers were a little dry, and her attention was never fully on him. Nothing like what she was with Gilgamesh.

“Thena...” he started, but she just turned to look at him.

“Say what you want, Ikaris” she commanded, as if bored of his long game of conversation.

He swallowed down.

“Can’t I want to chat?” he tried to be smooth.

“You never only want to chat,” she remarked.

He scoffed.

“Because you always cut me off.”

She moved back to her tapestry.

“You annoy me when you talk,”

Ikaris would’ve taken offence, but he could see the slight smirk on her lips.

She was playing him. Him! The Alpha!

Ikaris reached and grabbed her hand, holding it, and she looked at his face.

“You’re done,” he commanded her.

Thena stared at him for a single second before throwing him across the room and against a wall.

Ikaris grunted, as she stood over him as he regained himself.

"You are going to have to try harder than that to be an alpha, Ikaris," she taunted him, blond hair moving as she tilted her head.

He flushed, embarrassed for a moment.

“I’m no Makkari, you can’t just corner me into mating with you.”

He stood in his full frame.

Fine, if she wanted a challenge, then she would have one.

“Is that what you want?” he circled her. “For me to fight you into submission?”

She walked away from him, careless, moving oh so lightly into the room where Arishem’s statue stood.

“Into submission?” she repeated, looking over her shoulder. “No.”

Ikaris followed her, and stopped at seeing her in full armour, leaning against a wall.

“I just want to have fun,” she moved away, dragging her body, exposing her neck on her way to him.

Ikaris clicked his tongue, shaking his head.

“Thena…” he sighed. “Why not be a good girl and just play nice?”

Her spear appeared through her fingers, and he stood still as she walked in his direction.

“Oh?” she asked, and the tip of her blade was right against her neck. “I’m a good girl now?”

Ikaris hummed.

“You can be,” he hummed.

Thena’s lips curled.

“And who says I want to be a good girl?”

She raised her spear to fight him, and Ikaris grabbed her blade before it could meet his skin.

He followed her lead, throwing punches and using his power to take distance and throw a punch that was quickly caught by her shields.

Thena threw him onto the floor, and had a taunting smile on her lips when Ikaris stood to fight back just as well, each blow of his breaking through her shields until they were gone, and Ikaris raised her up, carrying her against the wall and pressing her against it, holding her wrists up with a single hand.

“So you want to be bad?” he asked, close enough that her breath was tickling his skin.

She smirked, a long blond strand falling across her face.

"Maybe,” she purred. “Or do you want to be good?"

Thena raised her legs and kicked him away, making him fall to the floor and falling right on top of him, caging him in her arms.

He was shocked by her question, but quivered when Thena’s hand moved to his cheek, caressing it.

“Such a good boy,” she purred. “Trying to be a good Alpha for his Omegas.”

He panted as her touch made his skin burn.

“I…” he tried to speak but she shushes him, placing a finger over his lips.

Her armour disappeared, and Ikaris inhaled sharply at seeing her bare.

For Arishem, she was so beautiful.

“Do you want me, Alpha?” Thena cooed." she cooed. "Want to “Want to ffill me up?”

Ikaris shuddered.

"Please," he exhaled.

Thena chuckled.

"Needy Alpha," she straddled his lap. "Begging for cunt."

Ikaris let his armour dissolve away and she licked her plushy lips.

"I can see why they all want you," he hummed, moving her hand to touch his chest, fingers tracing each of his muscles and marks. "You are so perfect, Ikaris."

His cheeks heated up in a flush.

"Do they tell you that?" she scratched his skin. "Does submissive little Sersi moans about how pretty our Alpha is when you are fucking her?"

Ikaris panted, eyes tracing her body. Her breasts were larger than the other Omega's round and plump against her strong torso. Oh, how he craved to be buried in them.

"Does Ajak hum into your ear about how handsome you are when she begs you to knot her?" she moved her fingers down to his hips, teasing him near his crotch.

"Thena," he exhaled.

Her sweet fingers wrapped around his dick.

"Or does Makkari move her fingers," she raised her free hand to her face.

She rested her thumb on her chin, closing her fingers around it and then opening it in a little explosion.

'Beautiful,' her fingers said. 'Beautiful boy.'

Ikaris couldn't help but moan as she stroked his cock to life.

"Maybe that is what you want," she purred, tilting her head, watching him. "Being such a strong powerful Alpha... why don't you let me take the reins now, uh?"

He gulped and nodded, panting, eager.

"Ask politely," she jerked him, thumb circling his head and circling it, and he moaned, closing his eyes. "Be a good boy."

Ikaris wanted to fight for dominance, flip her over and knot her, but he couldn't. The way Thena spoke was so sweet and warm. It made him feel good inside. It made him feel important.

"Please, Thena," he moaned. "Fuck me. Be my Omega. Please."

She smiled, and crawled down his body, kissing her way down his chest, then his belly, and wrapped her lips around his cock.

She sucked shallowly, and oh Arishem, he wanted to grab her blond locks and push her down to take it all, but he didn't. Instead, he kept his hands where they were, like a good boy.

"Thena," he shuddered.

Fuck, he sounded so needy.

"Oh, my good boy," she purred, using her saliva to stroke him. "How can I say no to you?

Thena climbed up again and day on his hips, hands resting on his torso, and she raised herself up.

Her eyes fell on his, bright and unsure and Ikaris took in a deep breath.

"Please, Omega," he exhaled. "Be mine?"

Thena's face softened and she raised his chin with a single hand.

"How can I say no to this face?" she hummed.

She sunk on his cock slowly, sliding down and moaning softly.

Ikaris closed his eyes, moaning as her cunt took him, warm and soaked wet.

"Did fighting me get you horny, Omega?" he asked. "Sparring with your Alpha? Trying to beat me up?"

Thena slid down his cock at a snail's pace, face surprised and looking nearly suspended as if she wasn't sure of how it would feel until now.

And she was so fucking tight.

Maybe he was her first?!

The humans had their legends about her. Athena, the goddess of war and the wise. The virgin warrior.

Still. He couldn't ask. Instead, as she set on him and looked like she was trying to get adjusted, he cradled her hips.

"Let me help you," he offered, holding her.

Thena nodded, taking his help without many words, and moaned when Ikaris raised her up, slowly making her bounce on his cock.

"Fuck," she whined. "You're big."

Her cunt fluttered around his cock and Ikaris reached between her legs, playing with her clit.

"Oh, Arishem," she gasped.

He smirked.

"Do you like it, Omega?" he hummed. "My thick cock filling you up?"

Thena moaned, frowning a little angrily.

"Don't get co- OH!" she moaned when he rolled her clit a little tighter.

She trembled, shivering, and he realised she was cumming the moment her cunt squeezed him tightly, milking his cock with her spasms.

"Cumming for me, Thena?" he made her bounce. "Fuck, those tits are perfect!"

They were bouncing so beautifully. Arishem had made her so fucking sexy.

"Ikaris," she cried, spasming over him.

He sat up, giving up on saving face, and buried his face in her chest, sucking in her tits and making her moan, all sensitive.

"Good alpha," she cried as he wrapped his lips around her pretty nipple. "Oh, Arishem, I need..."

Oh, she was fluttering again.

"You need to cum again?" he hummed to her. "Around your Alpha's cock?"

She moaned, his greedy girl.

"Cum for me, pretty Omega," he moaned, sucking her breast.  "Cum for your Alpha."

Fuck, how many times could he make her cum?

So he sucked more on her tits and played with her clit more, and fucked her faster.

Her voice grew so loud as she cried, overwhelmed with stimulation.

"Wait," she panted. "Ikaris!"

"Again," he growled. "Go on, cum again."

She slapped his shoulder, falling with his head into the crook of his neck, whining like a needy little thing.

"I thought you could take any challenge, oh great Athena," he taunted her.

Thena always hated it that the mortals mispronounced her name and thst was how it was recorded for the rest of their history.

She grunted, trying to pin him down, and Ikaris chuckled at her attempt.

"My blushing virgin Omega," he taunted her. "Wanna ride your Alpha good, uh? Hold me down and bounce that hot body over me?"

She huffed.

"I am a warrior!" she argued with him and Ikaris jsut smirked, biting her nipple. "Not just... FUCK!"

She came again, finally allowing herself to rest her face against his neck, and Ikaris used that moment to hold her hips while he fucked her up.

Thena cried into his ear as he let himself use her.

"Perfect strong Omega," he moaned into her ear. "Our warrior."

He wanted to sink his teeth into her neck and mark her as his, but he knew it wasn't going to make any difference. Being his had to be something she felt in herself, not a mark on her body.

"Alpha," she cried, voice trembling with the bounces.

"Say it," he growled, feeling himself about to fucking pop. "Say you're mine."

Thena cried.

"Ikaris," she clawed onto his back with her nails.

"I'll only knot you when you do," he grunted between his teeth. "I only knot my Omegas."

She whined.

"Please," she whimpered. "Please, I want your knot."

Ikaris sucked into his neck.

"Then say it, my warrior Omega," he moaned into her skin.

She cried out.

"I'm yours!"

Ikaris sucked her mating gland, and moaned when Thena came around him, letting his knot fill her sweet cunt up, and pulling her lips to his, kissing her deeply as they both panted, shaking and riding their pleasure.

She rested her head in the crook of his neck as they took a moment to catch their breath, and Ikaris kissed her showing skin.

"You're such a good Omega," he praised her softly.

Thena chuckled a little.

"You're telling me I'm good?" she teased him.

He gave her ass a little slap.

"Thena," he taunted her. "Be good."

His Omega giggled.

"I don't think so," she nuzzled into his neck. "You, Ikaris, be good. My big, good Alpha."

He whimpered a little, shuddering when she traced a finger up his back.

"Alright," he kissed her shoulder, cuddling together.

He'd let her win this round. Just this time.

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[raqnarokr]

Why'd you only call me when you're high?

Pairing || Ikaris x Original Female Character (Mia)

Summary || Mia loved Ikaris since the day she first saw him. And he liked her not in the way she did. But when he finally understood that, it was too late.

Word count || 757

Warnings & Contents || +18 content, Minors Do Not Interact, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcohol, Implied/Referenced Cheating, No Happy Ending, Break Up, Angst, Drama

Author's note || This is written in First POV and Dual POV and based on Arctic Monkeys song with the same title.

Disclaimer || English is not my first language, so my apologies for any misunderstandings or mistakes.

→ Marvel Masterlist

“Now it's three in the morning and I'm trying to change your mind”

Mia's pov:

3am. They say there's three types of people awake at this time: the one's who have insomnia, the one's who think this is the supernatural peak time and the heartbroken one's. I'm the last option. And you're helping breaking my heart once again. I have 10 missed calls from him. I send him a message. A clear one. I'm trying to change his mind. Things are not gonna work. Not now. Maybe a few months earlier would work. But after what happen? No way I would go back to him. I prefer being heartbroken than humiliate myself again.

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[starryevermore]

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

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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

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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[privateanxieties]

eternity in a tea cup P.2

Summary: Having experienced the dawn of civilization, Ikaris knows which creatures are real and which are fantasy. Seems a bit ridiculous that his knowledge of the world should be upturned weeks before its destruction.

Pairing: Ikaris x immortal!Reader; (she/her and a name is given for convenience, but no description is offered. No Y/N; However, it’s just difficult to write a good story while constantly avoiding giving the mc a name.)

Words: 2.4K

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Tower of London, 9 p.m.

"Not quite how you remember it?"

"Last time I was here, they were still decapitating people 'round the corner."

"That long ago? Is London not among your favorites?"

No response emerged from Ikaris until they made a right along the path laid out for visitors, and even then, it was not a direct answer.

"I have other places I'd rather be. What about you? Is this homecoming?", he asked, stressing the information he'd gleaned from her conversation with Sylvia.

"It's one of them. Sort of. I wasn't born here, I was brought. From where - I don't know. I don't remember much of my human life.", Diana explained, allowing her eyes to drift along the walls of the fortress. It looked almost inviting and peaceful in the softness of the moonlight, as if horrors hadn't transpired on its grounds.

"Why?"

A simple question, with hardly a simple answer. She took advantage of the silence around them to think on a suitable one, and Ikaris appeared to wait patiently.

"When you're made like this… they strip everything from you. I suppose whatever they take ends up removing your humanity, so memories of being human can't really stay with you."

His only question arrived much later, once they found themselves inside the Treasury Hall, slowly passing by each exhibit.

"Who did this to you?"

She didn’t begrudge him the question; after all, she’d offered information about herself willingly and he didn’t yet press like he had on the bridge.

Countless precious gems surrounded the room, their dazzling glamour enhanced by strategic lights but unable to erase the blood and sacrifice from their history. Both of them knew better; not a single emerald on display was plucked from the earth without pain, and no diamond ever adorned an innocent head.

The central piece was nothing more than a symbol of the will to power.

Still, the beams reflecting off the coronation regalia lit up Ikaris' face in a beautiful way. His eyes were not as cold as they'd been on the bridge. He was waiting again.

"People. Just… people - who've always experimented at the expense of others. They wanted to see how far they could drive someone before they stopped being human. Knowledge has always been expensive, but back then you had little more to trade than your life."

Sharing details like this with someone who could understand - what a thing. Even the existence of a framework for understanding was impossible to come by these days. Not many beings have endured this long.

Ikaris and his kind were a revelation she hadn't anticipated, much less in the way it had happened. Granted, he hadn't offered much detail back on the bridge, or on the card he'd surreptitiously passed along in invitation.

Interesting strategy, she had to admit. She wouldn't have anticipated anything of the sort when Sylvia reached into her purse at dinner and slid a square piece of carton with gold edges across the table. She'd gushed about the strange man's looks and apparent charm - not something Diana noticed herself, but she had a feeling their respective interactions with Ikaris had been quite different. Sylvia seemed to be under the impression he was, as she elegantly put it, a potential beau.

"Why else would he have tracked you down through me, dear? He must be smitten.", Sylvia had said.

Diana chose to remain silent as she read the neatly scribbled words on the card.

Tower of London, South entrance, 8 p.m. Requesting your perspective on the end of the world.

-Ikaris

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Seven hours prior, Tower Bridge Walkway

Neither moved for the longest time. Incidentally, it was only when things got tense that the clock finally slowed down to a more reasonable pace. One minute is too long to have a stranger breathing down your neck, yet too short to contemplate all the consequences of the encounter.

"Correct me if I'm mistaken, but I don't think your heart's beating, love."

His words ran quietly in the front of her mind, and despite better answers emerging from the chaos, she settled on the least appealing one.

"And yours is beating quite fast. Makes up for it."

"Don't flatter yourself. It's that way naturally. And I suspect so is yours."

Releasing a small sigh that did little to relax her, she decided to leave him and his professional curiosity behind before he pinned her to the metaphorical dissection table.

"You assume too much."

She barely got to take a step forward before his hand clasped firmly but gently around her wrist.

"I mean you no harm, I promise.", he said. He did not sound insincere, but appearances have never been something she organized her survival around. Offering him a side glance in warning, she opted for the diplomatic approach.

"Then remove your hand. Please."

It went without saying between the two that she was not asking, but the man still released her after his own consideration. Slowly, delicately, his fingers parted from her skin, leaving only a lingering phantom sensation. Whatever he was made of, it felt like being encased in warm steel.

"I'm not usually this forward -", he began.

"Strange that you'd say something this blatantly untrue."

There it was again, that faint smirk - it painted his face with a distinct air of confidence that blended seamlessly into arrogance. He walked the line quite smoothly.

"Not untrue - I'm usually even more direct."

"Ah… see, the word for that is actually rude."

"Thanks for the vocabulary lesson, love. Now if you could tell me the word for what you happen to be, that would satisfy my curiosity and we'd both be on our way."

"Of course. It's maa'naeh."

"I'm very proficient in ancient vulgarities too, you know? Dágeroh."

It appeared telling him to go fuck himself was not the way to exit her current predicament.

"I'm Ikaris."

The unsolicited forwarding of his name was almost enough to prompt consideration of what he was asking. Perhaps he really only wanted a name himself, something by which to define her type of - well, breed. Yet intuition was keen on insisting that if he was going through this much trouble, he wouldn't stop at a simple denomination

"I'm not obliged to tell you anything. Goodbye, Ikaris."

There was only the sound of her footsteps for a blissful few seconds as she put distance between them; yet, almost at the door, his voice once again would not relent.

"Your world moves at the pace you allow it. That's what you said to the lady who was here earlier."

"So?"

"You might want to amend that statement, love. The world doesn't have that much longer."

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Treasury Room, Tower of London, 9:17 p.m.

His words remained shrouded in mystery, but Diana's patience was commensurate with her time on Earth. In the beginning, she used to fluctuate between boredom at the slightest inkling of normalcy, and self-control to the point of inertia. Either she had to do everything all the time, or she could wait until no action was even necessary anymore because the event had come to pass.

It was with measured interest that she waited for Ikaris to finally explain. He'd hooked her by slow-dripping information and asking for it in return, but he hadn't yet revealed why he said what he said. Truth be told, Diana hadn't clamored to pick apart his words. Claims of the world ending were even older than she was, and she had let him know her opinion on that issue several hours ago.

As she stood at his side before the glass display, she wondered what it must be like inside his head. A being even stranger than her, Ikaris was not just old (and perhaps, as she inferred, older) but entirely foreign to the human species. An alien race of warriors sent to protect humanity from ancient predators. It wasn't very hard to believe his explanation, provided he expanded on the details a little more. He couldn't just say aliens and leave it at that.

Whatever she was now, Diana could not claim to have completely transcended her origins. Even all these centuries later, there were elements tying her to life and living that no brutality had been able to remove. Not even time itself made her completely other. She could not fathom having come to Earth from a different place altogether, nevermind spending thousands of years being revered as a mythical figure of every major civilization.

"My family and I watched people destroy each other for things like this.", he suddenly said, eyes focused closely on the monarch's sceptre cushioned by green velvet. "Century after century, we watched empires rise and fall. We couldn't be everywhere at once, and those who didn't benefit from our protection wanted to destroy the ones who did. Guess they learned very quickly that we wouldn't protect them from each other. They started attacking and invading one another. But before that, they tried making their own sentinels.", he paused, sparing her a glance for a moment or two.

"I just never thought anything came from that.", Ikaris continued unexpectedly, looking at her with a glint in his eyes she didn't much like.

"How'd you mean?"

"You. I've met every creature that walked the Earth, then and now - and you've somehow eluded the history books? You said people did this to you, but that you don't remember anything."

"And?"

A moment or two passed before he answered, but in fairness, he could have taken forever with his words if that meant he'd have delivered them less bluntly.

"Whatever they did, it must've been so heinous they wouldn't even write it down."

Maybe this particular situation exceeded even her patience - and this man exceeded all norms of propriety. Maybe immortals just weren't good company, and humoring their eccentricities would only ever result in this kind of treatment. Welcoming and patient one moment, callous and intrusive the next.

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Seven hours prior, Tower Bridge Walkway

"You might want to amend that statement, love. The world doesn't have that much longer."

"Oh, the world's ending, is it? What is this one, then? Apocalypse number four hundred and fifty-seven?"

"And final, I'm afraid."

Turning to face him for what she hoped was the last time, Diana allowed her face to relax into a look of disinterest.

"Really? What scenario are we looking at this time?"

"You sure you want to know that? It's a heavy burden.", Ikaris jested, though his tone held a degree of mockery that was difficult to place.

"I've lived through many close calls that people were preaching as the end times. Usually, though, the ones who claim to have prior knowledge know fuck all about it."

"Y2K was a disappointment for me too."

Perhaps it would've been a little funny, if she wasn't already verging on irritated.

"Listen - even if the world were ending, I'm not quite so sure I'd be the least bit bothered. So if you were planning to hook me with that, then I'm afraid you wasted your time. And not an inconsiderable amount of mine, if what you say is true."

Ikaris looked suitably bothered for once, either with having failed to capture her interest or with the general arrogance she was serving back to him. So, she thought, he can dish it out but he can't take it.

"You don't care that it's ending?"

The way she chose to read that question was probably different than the way he'd meant it: more curious, less accusatory.

"I've lived a long life. I'll be fine.", she responded, pausing to consider the other element of her answer. "As for everybody else, if there's nothing to be done, then what's the point worrying them?"

Pushing the door open, she turned to him one more time, unknowingly offering parting words that would stir chaos.

"I don't believe in the end times as prophecy. Either the world ends or it doesn't - but that's never the question, is it? It's whether it should. And it's always those who think it should who believe most faithfully in the apocalypse. It's more a judgment of their character than the state of the world."

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Tower of London, 9:19 p.m.

"Whatever they did, it must've been so heinous they wouldn't even write it down."

It took longer to come up with a reply than she anticipated or wanted, but his bluntness had made it so that there was little she could say without ending the conversation. The reason he actually summoned her here dawned at once, and it was less than pleasant.

"I see you're persistent in getting what you want. Requesting your perspective on the end of the world?", she asked, mocking the words he'd written on the invitation now sitting uncomfortably in her back pocket.

"I didn't lure you here. You came of your own accord. You must've known I'd ask.", he hurled back calmly, arms crossed over his chest.

"Why is it so important that you know about me?"

The way he was looking at her - like he was sizing her up, or drinking her in. Like he wanted to consume her very essence.

It felt revolting for reasons that were at the heart of history; she'd been looked at like that before, many lifetimes ago. Her mind couldn't remember, but her body curled away on instinct and she knew - she knew that he knew something.

"There were stories about some attempts to create Eternals.", Ikaris said. The entire room's temperature shifted.

"Most people thought we were gods sent here from above, but there were a few... among the elites and the clergy, who believed in their own divinity more. If gods existed, it was them. And as gods, they could invent their own creations."

"Stop. That's enough. I didn't come here to be toyed with.", she spat.

"I'm not toying with you, Diana. I want to know - "

"You want to know why I exist, we've estab-"

"I want to know why I feel this way.", he interrupted firmly, raising his voice to speak over her with conviction, as if her very insistence that he was nothing more than a selfish bastard was insulting to him.

No direction seemed appropriate for steering the ship this way or that. She wanted to leave, she wanted to stay. Wanted to scoff, wanted to be nice and turn him down politely. Wanted the silence to end, needed to sit in the weirdness he created between them.

"When I touched you on the bridge, and even before - there was energy coming off you that I recognized. I don't know what it is. All I know is that it's a signature I've only ever felt when my family was nearby. Other Eternals. And I want to know why."

- to be continued -

A/N: Here it is, part 2! Be warned, I have no idea where I’m going with this. It’s just. A vibe. A feeling. A wispy little something that has me writing whatever comes to mind, which is not something I ever dabble in. So, not even I know where this will end up. Hope you enjoy anyway. Your thoughts are always appreciated!

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[reblogginqueen]

Ikaris Favorites Archive:

Imagines:

Fly Baby ~ Written By: @mcubrunette

Baby Cakes ~ Written By: @mcubrunette

Look at the Sky ~ Written By: @iguana-eyanna

Series:

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Blurbs/Drabbles:

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[cdragons]

Truce Part 1

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 Pairing(s): Ikaris x Persephone!Reader ft. Druig x Hecate!Reader Word Count: 2.7k Prompt/Summary: Ikaris and Druig have a discussion about the women in their lives (AKA: Ikaris is an idiot who thinks your best friend is a demon, and Druig is super in love with said demon). Warning: Slight mentions of death (no major characters tho), neurodivergent reader is neurodivergent, Hecate!Reader bestie is her own warning Note: Thank you to everyone who takes the times to read my writing even through it is likely way too self-indulgent to be considered in-character! Special thank you to the most amazing and incredible beta editor in the world, @valeskafics! If you have not, please go check her works! She mostly does HOTD, GOT, anything Ewan Mitchell, and literally EVERYTHING she writes is incredible!

It was safe to say that Ikaris was a confident individual.

This was a fact that applied to many aspects of his life.

He was confident in his abilities as an Eternal. He was confident in his faith in both his leader Ajak, and the Celestial that created him and his team members, Arishem. He was especially confident in his capability as a leader. This included carrying out missions, eliminating Deviants, and saving and “caring” about the fragile humans’ lives.

No matter what Druig implied.

But the one thing he could not say he was completely 100% confident about… was… understanding how he placed amongst the rest of the Eternals.

That wasn’t to say he wasn’t well-liked or even appreciated… but… he didn’t exactly know how some members “felt” about him.

He was more than well-received by certain members – Kingo and Sprite are the first Eternals that come to mind. He had earned the respect and trust of most of the group – as was shown by the trust Ajak put on him, along with the close bond he shared with Sersi. Thena and Gilgamesh certainly respected him as a fighter – but they never idolized him. In their eyes, he was more of a younger brother that they could share a drink and trade banter. He was on amicable terms with Makkari. Phastos and him never particularly bonded with each other, but the latter still trusted Ikaris’ judgement.

With Druig and Katelyn, both outright dismissing him most of the time –

No…that was putting it lightly…

Take the words “outright dismissed him,” and replaced them with “liked to act like bratty little shits and make him look like a fucking idiot;” along with the words “most of the time,” and replace them with “since they all left the goddamn Domo.”

…But he had no idea where he stood with you.

Sephia, the Eternal blessed by Arishem with the ability of absolute control of plants and the Earth. While Sersi made efforts to connect with the humans, you almost did everything in your power to avoid them. But no matter how you tried to avoid them, humans always adored you. They longed to catch a quick glimpse of the beautiful being that brought them aid whenever their crops were unable to bear fruit.

It was not only your powers that attracted them to you, but also the image you presented yourself to them. You were…heaven-sent – is how the humans saw you. Although fairly quiet, it was obvious to him that you were brilliant. Not only that, but you were fairly regimented in your diligence to your duties- something Ikaris greatly appreciated in a team member. You and Sersi worked together to only present them with their new crops, explain the various uses that would fit their lifestyle, show them how to properly harvest the crops and take a section of the seeds to replant, and then demonstrate how to properly plant them in a way that would yield the best results.

…It also helped how the sun would bring out that lovely flush to your skin in your demonstrations.

To them, your kindness and shy demeanor… along with your overwhelming beauty that was only further brought out from your flowing pink tunic with green twining and brass patterns… presented the very image of a Springtime Maiden.

You carried out your duties flawlessly, and always with so much efficiency that you always managed to have more than enough free time to go off on your little adventures to study the wildlife you had not created. You were curious as to how certain natural environments resulted in different lifestyle choices. You insisted that in studying the world around them, you would be able to better understand the humans’ lifestyle. A thought that was supported by Ajak whole-heartedly.

And it wasn’t only your duties to the humans that you carried out well – you even used your ability to control the plants that surrounded you to attack Deviants in desperate times. Sprite would spin tales of how the Sweet Spring Maiden Sephia could turn a little flower into a giant vine that could pierce through the skull of any deviant that came your way.

You were…different. That wasn’t to say you were strange…if anything…your differences made you…charming. Admittedly, he hadn’t paid much attention towards you at the beginning as he was initially attracted to Sersi’s kind demeanor. But he would always see you with her, and she would always insist on the two of you bonding. Your encounters with one another were awkward to say the least. But soon, he genuinely bonded with you…

Now, you were just the most fucking adorable being in the universe; which brought up the dire need to know where he stood in your life.

He just hoped that your “guardian angel” wasn’t with you at the moment.

“Well,” thought Ikaris, “demon would be a more accurate term in describing her.”

Kaetlyn was a different topic of conversation to say the least. Simply put, her abilities allow her to manipulate shadows and darkness. In battle, she would first scope out any areas that had Deviants to gain any information that would be an advantage. She would do this by either sending her shadows out, or just traveling through any shadows herself. Ikaris loathed to admit it, but her affinity for intelligence-gathering was far superior than the rest of them. Not only that, but she was a more than capable fighter. She would aim her dark arrows to the Deviant’s weakest point, and let the shadows embedded in it sink into their bodies to tear them from the inside out.

After its confirmed death, she would use her shadow portals to transport them to her personal laboratory at the Domo to “study” their anatomy and physiology. And if that wasn’t enough, Ajak just- just- ALLOWS IT! Even going so far as to ask for your assistance at certain times!

Ajak was one matter – after all, the Prime Eternal served as a maternal figure to everyone, including him – but he was more shocked at your eager involvement in the dark assassin’s hobbies. He could never forget how brightly you smiled when you ran towards him in excitement at your realization that encasing the decaying specimens in a mixture of various alcohol solutions and formaldehyde created a much more effective embalming methods than encasing it in an alcohol solution with herbs and spices.

You went on for hours about how you discovered the gas during one of the fires that nearly destroyed the village a few months back. Luckily very few of the villagers died, but you noticed how the victims who only died through exposure to the smoke decomposed much slower than normal. You then ended up trying to explain the process of precipitating the gas into a liquid solution, along with how to properly categorize it so that it wouldn’t be accidentally ingested. You and he ended up talking for so long that you ended up completely missing the feast held in celebration of the harvest that year. Ajak was quite cross with the both of you – Ikaris especially since he is usually so punctual with social engagements – but how could he be upset after having hours of your sole attention? You too were not put off by your leader’s slight scolding. On the contrary, you were more than relieved considering how much you hated these events.

You were kind and thoughtful; she was argumentative and crass. You were radiant brilliance; she was unhinged madness. You brought light and its hopeful beginnings; she oozed out darkness and all its mad chaos. You were life; she was death. So why did you latch onto her as if she was your only tether to the ground?

…You were being controlled by her- that had to have been it. Ikaris refused to believe that someone as wonderful and kind as yourself would willingly subject themselves to that-that-that- hell spawn!

“Y’know,” an annoyed voice broke his thoughts, “I’d really appreciate it if you’d didn’t call the love of my life a ‘hell spawn’.”

“For the love of Arishem,” thought Ikaris, “anyone but him.”

Taking a deep breath, he turned to find Druig.

“And I’m more than certain that our sweet Sephia wouldn’t exactly be ecstatic in knowing how you referred her very favorite person in the world that particular term either.” The mind controlling Eternal finished off with that damned trademark smirk of his.

Gods, Ikaris wanted nothing more than to shove that face a thousand feet in the ground right now. But he didn’t want to afford to lose his temper now. Not when he still hoped to find you.

“Pretty sure Ajak made it a rule for you not to use your powers on your fellow Eternals,” he snapped, “considering your habit of using it on the humans already.”

“Please,” he quipped back, “you’re the one pacing and muttering like a mad man in the middle of the courtyard.” He slightly cocked his head to the side in a facetious manner, “Anything I could help with?”

Ikaris didn’t want to tell Druig his plans…he wanted less for Druig to know about his plans with you. But Druig was close to you…even only through mutual association by Kaetlyn.

“Why are Sephia and Kaetlyn friends?” He blurted out.

“…Seriously?” Druig asked, “that’s what making act so crazy?”

“Just answer the damn question Druig.”

“…Why do you want to know?” The mind controller asked, very sure he wasn’t going to like Golden Boy’s response, but felt it necessary for his own peace of mind.

“…It doesn’t make any sense to me.”

“Excuse me?” His tone was growing colder with each passing second.

“Druig, I understand that you are incapable of being objective towards your… lover,” Ikaris started, “but even you have to admit you found their friendship to be unusual?”

“I can’t say that I have,” Druig answered, “I happen to think my angel as a lovely individual. A sentiment also agreed on by most members of the team- even your biggest fan Kingo adores her. Unconventional views? Maybe. Relentless tenacity? Absolutely. But that is exactly the foundation my beautiful Kaet’s adoration of Sephia, and vice versa.”

“I don’t- wait- I don’t understand?” Ikaris interrogated the besotted Eternal, “All she does is question Ajak’s authority, and commit senseless acts of childish rebellion! How does that lead to her being close with someone -”

Druig’s blank stare was almost terrifying.

“What Ikaris?” he asked, “Someone like Sephia? And how do you see our Sephia? Someone dutiful? Beautiful? Kind? Sweet? Perfect? How wretchedly mundane and so very one-dimensional- even for you.”

“That’s not it,” Ikaris was getting angry, “stop putting words in my mouth-”

“It’s not exactly a hard thing to do with you, my friend. But you and Sephia aren’t particularly close. She may be cordial with you, but she’s like that with everyone. So why the interest?”

“…I know that…Sephia is considered…different,” Ikaris began, “from a behavioral standpoint – but- tha- that’s not- I don’t think of her any less because of it.” This was much harder than he expected.

Druig lifted one of his eyebrows, signaling for the taller Eternal to continue.

“I like her ‘quirks’ – I can’t say I understand what they are, but – I know that-that they are a part of her, and not in a way that her powers are hers. But I also know that, that they don’t make up who she is as a whole.” Why was his throat closing up? “And…I like that she sees me.”

“…Yeah, no shit genius, it’s not like you can turn invisible. Believe me, not seeing your face would be a great improvement to my life.”

Ikaris scowled while turning so he could fly far from the black-clad armored telepath, “Forget it, I don’t know why I thought to share this with you of all people-”

“You don’t feel judged around her, is that it?”

Ikaris stopped, and once more faced Druig. The shock on his face was almost hilarious…if only Druig wasn’t about to completely expose himself at the moment, then he could at least properly enjoy the dumbfounded look on Ikaris’ face.

“Do you feel like you can talk to her about anything? That you could trust someone with something so humiliating? And then you’re angry because once you actually said those, you’ve realized that you’ve given someone full ammunition of yourself for them to use against you?”

The silence between the two powerful immortals was stifling.

“But then time passes,” Druig continues on, “and even after you pushed them away, they still accept you. Because they saw you, not an image other people projected on to you. And despite all reason, they decided to stand beside you.”

Ikaris’ eyes were bulging out of his head, “How- how did you know-?”

“I know, because I’ve been there,” Druig’s eyes softened just a tad, “with Kaety.”

…What?

“…Well, if you’re so curious about their companionship, I suppose the best way would be to ask directly from the source.” Druig reasoned as he pointed his head to two figures walking towards them.

You, in a soft white tunic with a long pink skirt with some brass jewelry. Today, you decided to let your hair loose with a few braids. Ikaris thought it was a bit curious on how you detested the humans’ worship of you, yet you still preferred their clothing options as opposed to your armor that showed your Olympian origins. However, armor or not, you still glowed a soft and heavenly aura unique only to you. You were in deep conversation with Kaetlyn, who wore a simple white linen dress with a patterned dark blue border skirt and a silver chained belt, and styled her hair in a loose braid.

Noticing the figures in front of them, Kaetlyn immediately pulled a look of just absolute disgust at the realization that Ikaris of all people was interrupting her peaceful day. Curious to your friend’s strange reaction, you turned your head and let out a warm smile and waved enthusiastically to the two men. You were well-aware of your friend’s distaste of the taller Eternal, but he was always kind with you. Besides, if you could occasionally put up with Kingo’s hubris, Kaety could certainly tolerate Ikaris’ company for a few moments.

Druig stepped in view, and Ikaris saw how quickly your feral companion’s expression changed at the sight of her lover. She lightly jogged to meet him in the middle as she threw her arms around his neck. Looking the strange sight, Ikaris noted that when she genuinely smiled, she looked almost…approachable? Druig took Kaetlyn in his arms, and the two pressed their lips together in a tender kiss. And just like that, the spell was broken and Ikaris was inwardly cringing from disgust as he turned his head away from the sight.

As a result, he was unable to see Druig lean forward and softly whisper to her ear of the plight that their mutual grey-streaked hair irritation was experiencing. Wanting to dismiss it immediately, Kaetlyn recalls all the times your cheeks lightly flushed in Ikaris’ company. And despite her obvious distaste for the man, she could tell that he at least wanted to genuinely understand her best friend. And she was more than positive that you were feeling “something” for him; however unaware you were of it yourself. Taking pity on the man, she walked over to you and explained how Druig wanted to explore the area for hidden caves. As a result, you and her would have to continue your discussions of how to properly develop the Punica granatum and its nutritional benefits for expectant mothers at another time. But luckily, Ikaris would be more than happy to escort you back to the Domo.

Before walking away, Ikaris felt a sharp pinch to his side, and looked down to find Kaetlyn’s shadow pinching his? Annoyed, he looked up to reprimand her, but his blood ran cold meeting the shadow Eternal’s gaze.

“Do anything that causes her discomfort,” her eyes seemed to shout, “and I will make your own shadow tear you apart bit by bit.” Quickly turning her head, the dark wisps quickly reattached themselves to their mistress. And the two Eternals were left alone with only themselves for company.

Looking back at you as you basked in the daylight, its golden light only enhancing the glow from your softness. Ikaris had only one thought in his head as he tries his damnedest to not reach out and press your suppleness against his hard frame.

“Fuck.”

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[romeulusroy]

Imagine your husband Ikaris finally telling you the truth:

"I'm not who you think I am."

"Then tell me." Centuries he's kept these secrets from you, these grand plans. Every night and every morning, waking up and falling asleep by your side, knowing you loved someone who never existed at all. The rest of the Eternals could read between the lines, find cracks in his perfect image. They were right, all of them, but you refused to listen. You hurt for him. You risked everything to stand up for him. It was a constant selfless job and you did it with grace. They all still liked you, cared for you, despite falling for him. Despite the way he acted. He didn't deserve you, that much was clear, and yet he couldn't give you up even if he wanted to. It was selfish of him. It was cruel. He should have let you go a long time ago, but you were proof there was still humanity in the world. You were proof even the most unworthy deserved love. Together you'd watched empires rise and fall, a witness to the miracles and horrors of history, of the human race. Through it all you held his hand, you drew his eyes off the atrocities and on to you, feeling like you need to protect him from everything and every body. It was you who needed protecting, though. From the world, from man, from him.

"You won't like it- me. . . "

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[ava-kedavra]

Wayward Devotion part fifteen: realize

Pairing: Ikaris x Reader

Summary: interrogations are hard, okay? You really can’t fuck with the Hilbert space, but we do get some flashbacks. The timeline is complicated so buckle up as you read through. Also we end on a little bummer, sorry folks. 

Words: 2001

-

“Where do you wanna start?” Bucky is the first to break the silence, looking to you.

You shrug, “fuck if I know,” you’re blunt with it. 

How do you start an interrogation that involves years of deception and kidnapping? You really didn’t know.

“I can try and explain,” Fitz offers, fidgeting with his hands in front of him nervously, “last year we had to save the world.”

“We’ve done that a few times too,” Sam responds curtly, crossing his arms, “cut to the chase.”

“In order for us to do that,” Fitz continues, “we needed to travel through time.”

“Again,” Bruce points out, “that’s nothing new for us.”

You shudder at the mere mention of time travel, prompting Ikaris to place a hand on your shoulder. Instinctively you lean into him, and give him a small smile.

“What does it have to do with me?” You speak up.

“We figured out how to travel through our timeline,” Fitz starts again, “just not others.”

“Interdimensional time travel,” You say and Fitzsimmons nods. 

“Explain the connection,” Ikaris cuts to the chase next to you.

“Y/N,” Fitz looks directly at you now, “you were our first mission as a SHIELD team. Do you remember what happened after we found you?”

-

“I worked in a lab,” you furrow your eyebrows, trying to recall specifics, “I can’t remember the name of it though.”

“Well no worries,” the girl in front of you with a lab coat says smoothly as she points to various instruments, “we’ll be able to test what you know and don’t.” 

You nod along, looking at a specific bench with lots of blueprints, noticing an equation scribbled out on a sheet of paper. You pick it up, reading over the multiple lines of arithmetic, grabbing a pen on instinct and scribbling on the sheet. 

“Hey hey no no no,” The man next to her grabs the paper from your hand, “that is not for your eyes! I doubt you even know what the equation is fo-” he trails off though as he looks at your marks, eyes wide.

You shrug, “simple fix.”

He shakes his head, bewildered, “no, not a simple fix.” 

He shakes the paper in front of the girls face, “Jemma look, she fixed it!” He turns to you, “I’ve been working on this since I was 13.” 

“And you were doing it wrong,” you deadpan before walking over to the microscope and taking a look. 

You don’t notice the two sharing a look at your discovery, baffled that you were even able to comprehend his writing.

“So you know how to study quantum physics, and nothing else?”

You shrug, “science comes naturally to me.”

“I think we could use you on our team,” the agent you spoke to earlier is at the door, clearly the leader.

“I think I want to figure out who I am,” you scoff, “and who you guys are.”

“I’m Phil Coulson,” he sticks his hand out, “an agent of a secret government organization. I run a small group of agents that travel around the world answering calls that local law enforcement can’t deal with.”

“So what am I? Your first case?” You tilt your head at him, “do you recruit everyone or am I special?”

“So far we’re two for two,” the guy mumbles, but Jemma elbows him in the side.

-

“The spectral theorem was off,” You recall, “fucking with the Hilbert space.”

“Can’t fuck with the Hilbert space,” Bucky says, thoroughly sarcastic.

“You solved the most complex equation I have ever laid my eyes on in thirty seconds,” Fitz says, “which solved every problem we had while traveling through dimensions.” 

“You didn’t remember that?” You ask, confused.

Fitz shakes his head, “we lost the blueprint with your notes when the Bus blew up.”

“The what blew up?” Barnes asked, confused.

“It was our mode of transportation,” Jemma explains, “an older model of a helicarrier.” 

“And our home during that time,” you add on softly. 

“When was that?” Phastos asks.

“When shield fell, right?” You look over to Jemma who nods.

“So the end of 2014,” you inform Phastos, before adding, “A few days later Coulson and I located Loki’s scepter.”

“And I joined the Avengers.,” you add on softly.

Flashes of Natasha beside you going through empty halls fills your mind. Your heart pangs, but you swallow, nodding for Jemma to continue.

“We lost any hint of the right equation,” Jemma divulges, “but we knew when you fixed it in the first place.”

“When we went back in time to fight the Chronicoms-”

“The what?” You cut Fitz off, confused. 

“Chronicoms,” he repeats, “synthetic robot-like race of beings. We went back in time to stop them from erasing S.H.I.E.L.D. from existence.”

“Why did they want to do that?” Ikaris asks.

“They wanted to establish Earth as their home base,” Jemma explains solemnly.

“Fuck,” you lean back in your chair. 

“We had the upper hand though,” Fitz assures, “I studied something called the time stream.”

The time stream? What even is that?

“That’s a myth,” Bruce scoffs, but sits up straighter, “right?”

Fitz shakes his head, “We got a copy of it.”

“What is a time stream?” Bucky cuts in to ask.

“It predicts the future,” Fitz states.

“How?” Sam prompts. 

“It calculates the likelihood of things to happen in the future based on past actions,” Fitz clarifies, “we were able to quantify our success rate based on our actions.”

You scrunch your eyebrows, “we need to break down a timeline,” you tilt your head to the ceiling, “Rosalind, pull up a whiteboard.” 

-

An hour later, you’re updated to the last few years apart from Fitzsimmons.

“So the Chronicoms have been on Earth longer than we have?” Phastos asks, pointing at the timeline you had created hovering over the conference room table. 

“Enoch and who?” You’re looking at Fitz for the answer. It pinged the two highly advanced individuals that weren’t quite robots as being on Earth for 30,000 years. 

“Doesn’t matter,” he shrugs, “they were sent to study the human race. They were called the anthropologists of their kind.”

“So you, Jemma and Enoch sent yourselves off into a distant star system last year to plan to defeat these things that are coincidently Enochs' race?” You piece their story together slowly.

“I studied the time stream for years,” Fitz says, “we spent years planning, because, well because-”

“We’d be able to go back in time to right where we left,” Jemma finishes his thought, before taking a sip of tea.

You took a break an hour into the interrogation, knowing you’d need snacks and drinks to sort through all the new information thrown at you. 

“But before we did that,” Fitz says, “we went back in time to get you.”

You scrunch your eyes at the information, “it gave you the exact outcome of everything?” 

“Not exactly,” Jemma tells you, “it predicts the likelihood of future events.” 

“And you used that information to fuck with the entire timeline we’re in,” you state bluntly.

“If we didn’t the entire Earth would be run by Chronicoms,” Fitz says, passionately, “humans would have ceased to exist.” 

“We wouldn’t have let that happen,” Ikaris raises his voice.

“You wouldn’t have been able to handle it,” Fitz cut in, loud, “you can barely handle the aliens you’ve fought for years.”

“Hey now,” Sam cuts in, “let’s keep it civil.” 

“Why me?” You ask quietly. 

There’s a pause, before Fitz speaks carefully, “It was between you or Phastos,” he admits, “there was a hindrance in acquiring, but with a higher rate of survival if we were able to get you into the future and have you solve the equation.”

“You mean Ikaris,” Phastos says with a scoff. 

You squeeze Ikariss’ hand as Fitz hesitates to answer. 

“Ikaris was a large factor,” Jemma slowly says, “and it had to be accounted for.”

Ikaris slams his fist on the table abruptly, “so you faked her death?”

The two are silent, which is enough of an answer.

“How?” Ikariss’ voice is low, and you can tell he’s trying to control his anger. You reach over and grab his clenched fist from the table, relaxing it in your hand. 

“After studying the timestream we found the perfect opportunity,” Jemma explains.

“You said this thing only predicted the future,” Sam points out.

“If you travel to the past point in time,” Bruce speaks up, “that time period will then be your future.”

“How did you fake her death?” Ikaris repeats himself louder. 

“We didn’t do it alone,” Fitz says, almost admitting the information in a way. 

“You had the robot help you,” Bucky clarifies, “right?”

“Yes, Enoch helped us,” Fitz answers, before taking a deep breath, “we created a life model decoy, but we sold everything with the power of illusions.”

“You’re saying you have magic powers now too?” Sam is the first to speak.

Wait.

Jemma shakes her head solemnly, “that’s not what he’s saying.”

“Oh my god,” you gape at the two scientists in front of you, “are you fucking serious?”

Phastos stands, pushing himself away from the table, “I don’t believe you.”

“We didn’t want to-” Fitz tries to defend himself, but you put your hand out.

“Shut the fuck up Fitz,” you snarl, “you manipulated her.”

“Are you saying Sprite created the illusion of Y/N’s death?” Ikaris asks with a low voice.

“She was willing to help-” Fitz starts again, but Bucky cuts him off.

“The kid on their team?” He looks at Sam who nods his head. 

“So Sprite knew Y/N wasn’t dead?” Ikaris asks, hand turning to fists and eyes starting to shine. You place your hand over his clenched hand close to you, closing making him release the fist. 

“Sprite didn’t know,” Jemma interjects quickly as if trying to diffuse the situation, “we altered her memory immediately after.”

“With the same tech you used on Y/N?” Phastos interrogates, thoroughly mad.

“That doesn’t make it better,” you insist, squeezing Ikaris’ hand in yours, “you still used her.” 

“We didn’t use her,” Fitz says with a louder voice, “she knew exactly what she was doing.”

“That’s fucked up,” Bucky states before he looks over to you, “want me to kill them now?”

“Woah woah woah,” Fitz interjects with his hands up, “you can’t kill us for this.”

It happens so fast that when your eyes open from blinking, Ikaris has Fitz pinned by the neck against the wall, “can’t I?” Ikaris seethes into Fitz face, eyes ablaze. 

“Fitz!” Jemma screams, standing up quickly, but one look from Bucky has her sitting back down.

You’re up in an instance after, gripping his bicep tightly, “Ikaris stop,” you choke out, heart racing.

“They did this to you,” he squeezes his hand tighter and you hear Jemma sob behind you.

“Let go,” you trail your hand down to his fingers and pull, “now.”

He releases his fingers with a ragged breath and Fitz drops with a thump. 

Jemma drops to her knees as you pull Ikaris away from the now unconscious Fitz. Without a word you pull him out of the room with a shaky hand, mind racing with anxiety as you make your way to your room.

Your hands shake as you try to open the door. Ikaris gently places his hand over yours and turns the door slowly.

As soon as he closes it you sob, throwing your arms around his shoulders and stuffing your wet face into his neck.

He lifts you up immediately, kissing the side of your forehead, “I know love, I know.”

He sets himself on the edge of your bed with you in his lap as he rubs up and down your back, “let it out.”

“Thi-is” you hiccup from sobbing and your voice is muffled in his neck, “fucking su-ucks.”

He knows what you said though, “we’ll figure it out love,” he smooths down your hair and kisses your temple, “and everything will be okay.”

-

YAY! I updated woohoo. this was super hard to write so I really hope it makes sense lol

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[starryevermore]

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” ?

to die by his hand ✧ ikaris

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request: Another Ikaris angst request for you all! Maybe reader is human but maybe they are only friends? Reader is like “I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you, to think I fell for you” and he’s like “you can’t love me, omg, I was supposed to kill you.” “then do it already”? 

pairing: ikaris x fem!reader

word count: 664

warnings?: angst, not proofread

Ikaris knew that you were going to die during the Emergence. And he knew that that might kill him more than anything. Unlike the rest of the Eternals, he never really got attached to humans in general. But you specifically? You were different. He may not care for humans in general, but you brought out a sort of affection in him that he never would have expected. 

Some days, all he thought about was what it would be like to take you in his arms. To hold you close. To kiss you softly. To know what it was like to be loved by you. 

But most days, he thought about what life would be like when you were gone. Human life was destined to end. It was his job as an Eternal to ensure that the Emergence occurred. He was never supposed to become attached to humans, much less one in particular. He couldn’t be like his fellow Eternals. He couldn’t think about such trivial things, no matter how much he wanted them, no matter how he yearned for them. 

He had a mission to complete, after all. 

He just never expected you to find out about that mission. 

“What do you mean you have to kill Ajak?” you asked, overhearing him mutter to himself about his plans to make sure the Emergence still occurs. 

“You weren’t supposed to hear that.”

You frowned. “That doesn’t answer my question.”

“I have a job to do here. Ajak stands in the way of completing it.”

Ikaris had told you about him being an Eternal. He had never intended to, but as he spent more time with you, it was impossible for to keep it a secret any longer. But there was one thing he could never tell you.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t see how killing her is the solution? How is she impeding your mission?”

Ikaris almost wanted to lie to you. He knew he would never be able to stand seeing the look on your face when you learn of the Emergence. But, he hated lying to you even more. So, reluctantly, he said, “She stands in the way of a Celestial being born.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Thousands of years ago, an egg was placed in Earth. It’s finally ready to hatch.”

“Hatch? But won’t that destroy the planet?”

“Yes. But billions more lives will be created by the loss of a single planet.”

“Are you really so callous?” you asked. “Do the lives here mean nothing? Does my life mean nothing?”

“My mission,” he said, “takes precedence against all else.”

You scoffed. “I can’t believe this. How could you do this? I thought we were friends, Ikaris. I thought you cared. I thought—” You shook your head. “Never mind what I thought.”

He stepped forward, reaching out to you. He flinched as you stepped away from him. This wasn’t what he wanted. He didn’t want you to be scared of him. “Tell me, please.”

“I loved you, Ikaris. I loved you more than anything I’ve ever loved before, but I know now that that can never be reciprocated.”

His heart dropped. “Don’t say that, please. Please. My, my mission may come first, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care.”

“Your mission is to kill me.”

“My mission is to make sure the Emergence occurs.”

“Which will kill me.” You shook your head, looking up to the ceiling. Ikaris pretended he couldn’t see the glassiness of your eyes. “I wish you would just kill me now. It might be a kinder fate.”

“Y/N—”

“Do it already! Kill me!” you snapped. “Or are you too much of a coward to do your dirty work directly? You’d kill an entire planet for your stupid mission, but you can’t handle killing a single person who tells you to? Regardless, I will die by your hand. What difference does it make?”

“The difference is that I love you too much to kill you!”

“But clearly, not enough.”

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