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Too close to the sun

adult Ao’nung x female metkayina reader x adult Neteyam

Words: 10.6k

Summary: Ao’nung loved you as Icarus loved the sun- too close, too much.

Warnings: explicit smut, mmf threesome, ooc Neteyam, biting, p in v, oral, toxic behavior, jealousy, possessive behavior, best friends with benefits, fake dating, angst, one sided love, double penetration, anal

Adult Neteyam / Ao‘nung art by the amazing @cinetrix 🩵

Notes: I was aiming for porn and it got emotional my bad

Translation:

Tsawke = sun

Sevin = pretty

Paskalin = honey

"Everyone knows the story of Icarus, who Daedalus warned not to fly too near to the sea, nor too close to the sun.

Have caution, they are saying, because when they tell you this story they are Daedalus.

Have caution, I am saying, because when I tell you this story, you are Ikarus and I am the sun."

— ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ —

Ao’nung wasn’t always in love with you. And there’s nothing he wishes more, than for the time to come back where he wasn’t. That time, before that dumb arrangement.

It was a double edged sword.

It wasn't so much a friends with benefits arrangement as it was a assured destruction. Because Ao’nung hadn’t known what he was agreeing to.

“Nungy, would you do me a favour?”


You see, spending every possible second with you has taught Ao’nung to be cautious, to pick up on those minuscule changes in your voice, in your eyes. And the way you called him by this silly little nickname made goosebumps break out over his skin, because whenever you blinked up at him with those big doe eyes and that innocent little smile and then called him nungy, he knew that there was something that you wanted and he also knew that there was no way he could ever deny you.


“I’ll do you one too,” you promised, tilting your head, a mischievous smile tugging on the corner of your lips. Oh, you little…


“…alright. What do you want now, hm?”


Looking back, Ao’nung realizes that this was his first mistake. His next mistake was not getting up and running when you grinned at him like he was some prey that just walked into your trap. His biggest mistake, however, was not saying no when you proposed this strange arrangement.

"Please pretend that you… that you want me. That there’s something between us. Just for a while nungy, please. Maybe that would make him jealous, would make him realize that he wants me too."


Or maybe he made the first mistake long before that. Maybe his biggest mistake was to befriend that little girl he made fun of, twenty years ago. Or maybe it was making fun of you in the first place. Maybe he should’ve never picked on you, should’ve never made you cry, maybe he should’ve never went to you and apologize, because he has never apologized to anyone else ever before. Maybe he shouldn’t have blushed like an idiot when you accepted his apology, swung your little arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug, told him it was okay. Maybe, just maybe, he should’ve never made the girl cry that then accepted his apology so unconditionally that Ao’nung swore he would never let anything bad happen to you ever again, because you were the first person to accept him as he is, that could see through his façade and saw something good. Something worth to be loved.

He hadn’t known that he was agreeing to losing himself and becoming inseparable from you. Or maybe he had, he’d already known he needed you like his lungs needed air to breathe when it was just friendship between the two of you. He just hadn’t counted on how much his own helplessness to the whole situation would drive him crazy. How it would only be a matter of time before you sunk beneath his bones and nurtured this deep seated familiarity into a love so fierce that he would question if he had ever truly been in love before you came along.

But your love was directed to someone else.

Every single nerve-ending burned with the desire to haul a fist over and slam it into his face. It was on the verge of painful just to hold his muscles tightly still whenever he was around. If he did anything to this piece of shit, Ao’nung knew he would be the one to get punished for it.

Neteyam. He’s the one his tsawke was so head over heels for. The omatikaya prince that grew roots on his island a couple of years ago when his family sought otulu within his clan.

Ao’nung knew you had your eyes on him ever since you took part in training him for his second iknimaya with the metkayina. But he didn’t deserve your kindness. Neteyam didn’t deserve any of the things you did for him, the things you still do. Not with the way he had that filthy grin on his face when his eyes roamed your body. Not with the way he acted all innocent and kind in front of others, but his true nature made Ao’nung scrunch his nose in disgust.

Neteyam just wasn’t a good guy. Sure, he had this special talent in making others believe that he was, but he certainly wasn’t.

You’ve spent years trying to get his attention with courting gifts, fleeting touches and seductive words. But while Neteyam seemingly tried to leave his filthy fingertips on every women in the village, he barely paid you any mind. Just enough though, once in a while, to keep you wanting him, keep you on edge. Like this was all just a fun little game to him.

But what shocked Ao’nung most was, that you knew. You knew that he was a flirt, knew that he slept around, knew that he was playing with you, kept your hopes up for years on end but never returned any of these feelings or kind gestures to you and yet you still couldn’t peel your eyes away from him. It made his blood boil, because how could a smart little thing like you be so blind, so dumb to fall for him, of all people?

Truth be told, Ao’nung wasn’t even sure if part of the reason he agreed to any of this was that he was hoping it would work. Ao’nung was hoping this would get Neteyam jealous, he was hoping this would hurt him as much as it hurt you to find him flirting with another woman yet again, to find him wearing the bracelet you made while his hand was buried between another woman’s thighs. Yes, Ao’nung hoped it would hurt him. Even if he was hurting himself on the way.

But by eywa, could hurting himself feel any better?

The first time he gave in to you was intense. It left you with a noticeable, unplaceable stiffness in your walk the next morning, but aching to have him again. Ao’nung found himself unable to lean his weight fully against anything for three days, his muscles sore, feeling thicker than usual. There were gouges from your nails in his back, bruises from his hands on your body, marks from his teeth everywhere they could possibly cover. Marks that were normally meant for no one to see, yet you displayed them like they were art, meant to be noticed, to be seen.

"Louder, tsawke. Let him hear you."

He doesn’t know what drives him more insane. The feeling of your walls clamping down around his cock, squeezing him so painfully tight it felt like he might come undone at any second. Or the knowledge that you were doing this only now that he had mentioned him. Not that it actually mattered.

A wet rhythmic smack of flesh against flesh filled the air in your marui. Ao’nungs hands were at your hips in a tight grasp, your cheek shoved against the ground, ass high in the air as he pounded into you.

"Let him hear how good I’m making you feel", he whispered against the shell of your ear. "Moan my name."

Selfish, yes.

But you just sound so sweet when you gasp his name like that, with that whiny tone in your voice that’s halfway muffled into the sheets, little punched out moans garnishing the whole thing before his cock started throbbing inside you.

He made sure Neteyam heard every little noise you made, every moan, every whimper and every filthy squelch of his cock drilling into your wet heat. Ao’nung made sure he heard all of it. You were his, he let himself believe. Even if it was just for now, just for this.

"Ao’nung!" The name rolled off your tongue as a whimper, a gasp, followed by a choked-off moan as he gripped your hips and pressed himself closer against you, buried his face into the crook of your neck and lapped at the bite marks that he only recently put there.

Anyone could claim their mate with a courting gift, he thought proudly, sucking yet another hickey into your throat as he simultaneously trusted into you. But these bites and hickeys, they were an art that required precise observation from their presenter and the complete trust from their acceptor.

These weren’t cold, lifeless symbols of affection, no. You couldn’t just take them off. But they had short lifespans, often only a few days, a week if he was lucky. And this gave him the opportunity to continue to give you new ones over and over, of different sizes, shapes and colors; and if he didn't feel like putting them on your throat, then he could put them on your breasts, your hips, on your wrists, your shoulders or your thighs.

Your entire body was an available canvas for these markings and he took great advantage of this.

Ao’nung liked having the ability to move them and create new ones as the old faded and disappeared. He liked having the opportunity to accept and receive his own markings when your old ones had once again retreated from sight.

They were profoundly intimate, a powerful symbol that was physically felt each and every time it was given to an extent that any other courting gift never would be.

— ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ —

Yesterday night’s memories were still pretty much livid in front of his minds eye as Ao’nung not so subtle failed to listen to his so called friends about whatever they were talking about.

Nothing they weren’t used to. It’s not like he had ever actively participated in a conversation that wasn’t about him, anyways. And it’s not like he cares much about what that says about him. Ao’nung knows these guys aren’t really his friends. At least not like you are. They’re more like his goons, brainless little minions that have been following him around and would listen to every one of his orders since the day they found out he will be the next olo’eyktan. He’s almost certain that they wouldn’t stick to him if it weren’t for this fact.

Gentle waves rock him back and forth on his tsurak, the morning sun casting a warm glow over the vast ocean, his spear-gun strapped to his back as they wait for the rest of the hunting party to join them.

Ao’nung doesn’t need a mirror to know that he must’ve looked like he was ready to commit a crime when some of the younger hunters were accompanied by the Sully brothers, and he wonders which of these skxawngs had invited them so he knew which of them to exile from any hunts for the next month or so.

Neteyam greets the others first as he approches, polite as ever, but there’s a knowing, dirty little grin reserved just for him as he turns in his direction to reach a hand out for him to shake, like they’re friends. Ao’nung fights the urge to scoff and roll his eyes at that.

Reaching their chosen spot, he then signals the other hunters to prepare their fishing spears and nets. Each of them take their position, their eyes keenly scanning the water's surface for any sign of movement, while some others submerge into the deeper water.

However, Ao’nungs own eyes are unfocused. He has a hard time concentrating on anything other than that insufferable forest boy swimming only mere inches away from him. Like letting his five fingered freak of a brother participate wasn’t already enough of an insult to his warriors pride. No, now there were two of these demon spawns here with him. He knew Neteyam wasn’t even doing anything particular annoying, yet it felt like he was taunting him with every breath he took.

It was as if he could sense his thoughts, because a shadow suddenly casts over the spot Ao’nung had aimed his spear to, making it impossible for him to see through the waters surface. Looking up, Ao‘nung is then met with a pair of golden eyes and sharp teeth grinning back at him.

Any complain about Neteyam blocking out the sun so the man would hopefully move and bother someone else dies on his tongue, the moment his gaze lands on the shiny pearl that’s dangling over his shoulder, tidily braided into a strand of ink-black hair.

Ao’nung would probably recognize this white pearl everywhere. He was with you the day you had found the shell, had watched you crave and polish it for hours. He had wordlessly sat besides you, pondering if you even realized that a similar pearl garnished his songcord as a reminder of the day he had met you. That he had once sat where you sat, spent hours working in concentration to crave the pearl from such a filigree shell that his hands were hurting for days, hoping you would return the gesture to him one day.

"Neat, huh?" The omatikaya smiles, but it’s not a genuine one, before he brushes through his braids and twirls the pearl between his fingertips. It makes Ao’nung snap out of his thoughts, and he’s quick to advert his gaze to the sun, secretly hoping it will burn his eyes so he would never have to look at it on him again.

He just hums, barely a coherent response. While he wants to agree, simply for the fact that you had made it, he would also rather die than compliment the demons son. And he knows Neteyam just want to force a reaction out of him, so he chose to end the conversation right here and wordlessly swims a little further, where he then aims his spear to the waters surface, targeting a fish with precision and—

"Almost as pretty as the little thing that made it for me." Neteyam squints his eyes at him as he chuckles, and this time his amusement is sincere. Aimed to hit a nerve.

With a swift motion, Ao'nung hurles his spear into the water, but it completely misses the shimmery fish that had caught his eyes.

He turns to glare at the man that’s practically begging to be the next target. His Tsurak growls, making the water around him vibrate as it feels the anger radiating off his rider through the bond.

"I didn’t mean to insult you", Neteyam laughs and shakes his head, holding his hands up in surrender. "You two are awfully close, no?"

With a sigh, he regains his composure, takes a deep breath and, afraid that whatever might come out of his mouth would only start something that wouldn’t do him good, simply choose to nod instead, his eyebrows still drawn together tightly. Neteyams grin still hasn’t vanished, yet he seems to mimic the way Ao’nungs spine had straightened, which in return made him feel like he was under interrogation.

"How come I still haven’t seen any courting gifts on her then? Whatever it is called that you have with her, is that some kind of arrangement or…?"

"Nothing that should concern you, forest boy", he cuts him off.

"Hmh, right." Neteyam nods and Ao’nung can’t help but pray to eywa that this would finally be the end of this uncomfortable conversation. Unfortunately, it is not, as the forest boy then swims a little closer, his voice low as he says, "Well, by the sound of the moans you knock out of her", a look comes over Neteyams face, and it sickens him to realize it was arousal. "I may have to try my hand at her sometime too, just to see what all the fuss is about. Seems like she loves to spread her thighs for just anyone."

Ao’nung balled his fists, and ground his teeth together so hard, he was almost certain he could hear a crack. It took every last ounce of energy not to lunge at him.

Neteyams words whispered over and over and over in his head, a rolling loop that he thought might actually drive him insane.

— ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ —

Never had left him a hunting trip so tense before, Ao’nung realized, sighing as he lowered himself into the water. It was warm and relaxing, soothing his tense muscles and the ache he felt.

He seemed to get like this a lot lately, feeling stressed and tense and trying harder than ever to will himself to sleep, to concentrate and to stop thinking about this. But it was impossible. Ao’nung found his mind going back to the same problem over and over again and he found worry and jealousy rising in the pit of his gut more and more.

It had been some time since his last visit to the hot springs in the center of the island, and at least the waters were soothing on his overworked body. Not to mention the way your hands were gently running over his shoulders, as you positioned yourself to straddle his lap.

The hot spring was large, a natural pool that sat surrounded by smooth stones, leaving the air here steamy and considerably warmer than the rest of the forest. A popular spot to bath for the metkayina, but tonight it was calm and empty.

Long, ropy vines hung low and mingled with purple leafy plants above him. Bountiful beds of marigold, azure, blazing red, and creamy orange blossoms lined the space that the pool inhabited. Small particles of pollen danced in the steam that rose to the sky. Blue-green moss coated the rocks where their surface was wet and slick from the humidity.

You had both stripped out of your clothes, long past being uncomfortable with each other's nudity. Your warm, soft breasts now pressed against his chest, thighs framing his waist and his body finally relaxes as he deeply inhales the swirling aromas of both, the hot spring, filled with oils and herbs, and also your sweet natural scent.

Ao’nung rests his back against a rock that had been weathered smooth, his hands gliding over the soft skin of your back, up and down, as you continue to knead the tight muscles of his shoulders and neck. Through the upper canopy of the trees he could see night draw in and a soft rumble filled his chest as he pulled you closer.

"Still not going to talk to me about what happened today?"

Your playful voice is what makes him pry his eyes open and unfortunately return his mind to the moment and todays memories.

"Nothing happened today, tsawke. I already told you", he grumbles.

"You know I can tell when you’re lying", you push and Ao‘nung wants to roll his eyes, but he misses the strength to do so. Instead, he just buries his face into the crock of neck and makes a sound of annoyance. "And you’re never like this after a hunt. Normally, I can’t even get you to shut up about how you made the biggest catch and how you’re oh so much better than everyone else, how they’re all just a bunch of skxawngs and– ", you begin to mock him, but can’t finish the sentence as a teasing little giggle bursts out of you.

"That does not sound like me at all", he protests, yet can’t hide the lazy grin forming on his lips.

It’s moments like these that Ao’nung values most about your friendship. It feels so intimate and natural, the way you so playfully interact with him. How close you are, physically and mentally. You take care of each other, even if the ways in which you do, go beyond any normal friendship. It just feels so good to be in your presence, it makes him forget about the world around him for a while. Makes him forget why he was even so tense, what exactly had plagued his mind in the first place. There was just you now.

Ao’nung doesn’t even try to wipe the woozy smile from his face as he listens to your soft giggles and the joy it brings you to tease him, to know that you’re the only one allowed to do this and continue unharmed. Oh, how you loved to take advantage of the soft spot he had for you.

Your chest was still pressed firmly against his own, droplets of water running down your collarbone and collecting in a small puddle where your breasts are squished together. You wear your hair up in a bun, a few messy strands sticking to the sweaty skin of neck and forehead and Ao’nung thinks you’re the most beautiful woman he has ever laid his eyes upon.

Between soft laughs as you mimic his cocky way of presenting himself, he catches you off guard as he suddenly presses his lips against yours.

He knows there’s no reason to do this. You’re all alone out here, so there’s no point in trying to make someone jealous that wasn’t even there to witness it. But from time to time, both of you had sought the other out just to get some sort of relief, so this wasn’t really something new to either of you. This agreement had long become more than a means to make Neteyam jealous. Besides, if he had to pick something he would get out of this agreement, it was this. After all, you promised him a favor if he would agree.

Your lips are soft and your tongue tastes warm and sweet as he deepens the kiss, tilting his head and cradling the back of your head to get better access. It doesn’t even take a heartbeat for you to relax into the kiss, exhaling a soft sigh as your arms encircle his neck and pull him closer.

The gentle sway of the water fuses you tighter together, and soon you’re rubbing and grinding against each others wet bodies. His hands are everywhere on you, pushing and pulling and kneading every inch of skin until your cheeks are flushed red and you’re panting against his lips.

"Please", you whisper softly, and he feels your thighs squeeze around his middle. Your hands roam over the muscles of his chest, then down over his abs, between your bodies, until they reach the base of his cock. "Please, can you…"

"Can I what?", Ao’nung breathes against your lips. He plants open mouthed kisses from the corner of your lips to your jaw, down to your throat. "Talk to me, tsawke. Tell me what you want."

"Touch me", you say, and it’s so whiny it almost sounds like a complain. Meanwhile your hands begin to stroke and squeeze up and down the length of his cock. It makes him chuckle as he licks a wet stripe from your collarbone down to your breast, "But I am touching you."

You make a frustrated sort of noise and Ao’nung smiles, softly, fondly, and then he carefully closes his teeth around a nipple and tugs.

"Fu– Fuck, c-come…on", you pant, "You know what I mean! Just— please!"

His tongue traces from your breast back up to your throat, where he buries his face into your skin to inhale more of that natural sweet scent you release. Ao’nung let’s out a deep groan once you stroke him a little faster and it almost makes him forget what he was supposed to do with his own hands.

"Please, Ao’nung", you whine again, but what snaps him out of his aroused trance isn’t your pleading voice. It’s the sound of someone else approaching the hot spring with a low chuckle.

"It’s not nice to make a woman beg like this."

You inhale a sharp gasp, pressing yourself tighter against Ao’nungs chest in an attempt to shield your naked front from any unwanted viewers. His tattooed arms hold you close, encircled around your back and covering your skin as much as possible. With his eyebrows knit together, he glances over the top of your head to see who was stupid enough to interrupt his alone time with you.

"Oh, please don’t stop on my account. I was enjoying the show."

Neteyam. Oh isn’t this just great, Ao’nung thinks to himself, grinding his teeth as he watches toruk maktos eldest step into his direct view.

There’s a sharp grin plastered on his entirely too perfect face. And this man dares to call himself a warrior? There’s not a hint of a scar on his skin, not one tattoo adorning his body that could tell of his victories, his hunts. He might as well be a nobody.

"What are you doing here?" The grip Ao’nung has on you is possessively tight and for a moments he thinks he’s the reason for your breath has stopped.

"Well, what do you think?", Neteyam chuckles and the golden color of his eyes seems to glint in the moonlight as they rake over your exposed back. "I came here to bath, just didn’t know this spot was already… occupied."

It’s a reasonable response. But not even close to a good enough reason for him to stay.

"You can leave then."

Neteyam did not seem to share the same thought.

"Hm, I don’t think I will. Besides, that gives us the chance to continue our nice conversation from earlier, don’t you think?"

Ao’nungs growl rumbles from deep within his chest as he watches him step closer to the hot spring. Briefly, he remembers that he had very clearly warned the brat to stay away from you this morning, even if it was through gritted teeth and words that were generally much nicer than the ones he would’ve preferred to use.

Neteyams hands were already working to untie the knot that held his loincloth together, before he paused for a moment. A quick glance to your face and Ao’nung was met with the sight of your widened eyes, lips slightly parted as you were obviously trying and failing to proceed what was even happening. Neteyam then pauses.

"Unless you…", with a tilt of his head his eyes meet yours, a sly smile pulling at the corner of his lips, "want me to leave?"

Taken aback, your breath hitches in your throat. There’s a look of uncertainty on your face, as if you were struggling to express what you wanted. If you even knew what you wanted, Ao’nung thought. Your eyes then skipped between both men for a moment, a blush spreading over your cheeks so deep, they were almost turning purple now.

Ao’nung feels his chest tighten as you glanced from Neteyam to him, and then back to Neteyam. For a moment he’s scared you would tell him to leave, now that what must’ve been a dream to you finally seemed to come true. But you don’t. You just say nothing.

"That’s what I thought. You don’t mind if I do, right?" A soft rumble filled the man’s chest, almost a purr, as he untied his loincloth and then stepped into the water.

Your breathing had picked up rapidly, Ao’nung realized, feeling the way your chest pushed against his own as you inhaled quick, shallow pants of air. There’s a moment of very uncomfortable silence, made worse only by the tension that filled the air as Neteyam let out a content sigh after making himself comfortable, sitting with his back against a rock, arms sprawled out over the edge of the hot spring like he owned the place.

His abs tense just above the waters surface as he stifles a laugh, and he brushes a loose braid behind his ear while his eyes seem to be glued to yours.

"By the look on her face I assume you haven’t told her about our conversation from this morning?" He asks, his gaze moving for just a split second to look at him. You seem to follow his example and crane your neck up to look at him questioningly, your brows raised high.

Ao’nung can't think about what he's supposed to say now. If he thinks too much about it, he'll end up punching him in the face and it probably won't end there. It’s like Neteyam can read his mind, or maybe he’s just good at reading facial expressions, because he’s quick to give an answer to the confused look on your face before Ao’nung even has the chance to open his mouth.

"Sevin", Neteyam says and Ao’nung wants to vomit, "why don’t you turn and face me, hm? It’s rude not to look at the person that is talking to you, don’t you think?"

Ao’nungs arms tighten around you, so hard it’s like he’s afraid you‘ll float away if he won’t hold you close enough.

But then you whisper a soft, "It’s okay", and uncontrolled jealousy punched right at his gut as you wriggled yourself free.

It’s almost like he had forgotten for a moment that this was kinda part of the deal. That he’s not the one that’s supposed to be jealous. That if he were a good friend, he would’ve gotten up and left ten minutes ago, give the two of you some space, help you achieve the goal you’ve been working so hard for the past year or so.

Usually, Ao’nung could camouflage all and any feelings from anyone very well behind angry glares and scornful smiles. He was an impenetrable wall for those around him. Except for you, of course, who could normally read him like an open book. But now that your attention was entirely directed to someone else, you couldn’t even see the way a flash of hurt and jealousy came over his face for just a heartbeat.

Your hands trembled as he helped maneuver you to sit on his lap, facing Neteyam that sat opposite of you.

"That’s much better, isn’t it?" He grins and you give him a sheepish little nod, blushing even deeper as he purrs a whispered praise. Ao’nungs arms encircle your waist, pulling you flush against him. He feels the soft of your bottom pressed against his crotch, and if it weren’t for the current situation, he would’ve loved nothing more than to slide into you and take you just like this. Unfortunately, the omatikaya sitting right in front him then continues to talk and sets every single nerve inside him on fire with the urge to get up and push his head under the waters surface until he stops mov—

"I meant what I said, by the way." He says and all of those murderous thoughts inside his head come to an halt. "There’s no need to stop doing what you’re doing just because I’m here."

He wants to laugh in the forest boy’s face, but decides to shove it back down and manages to keep his expression impassive.

"On the contrary. I‘m very content with watching." A seductive little wink is send your way and Ao’nungs whole body tenses. Neteyams gaze then lands on him and Ao’nung suddenly knows that he wants him to try something.

Ao’nung has a temper. He‘s always had a temper, everyone knows, and Neteyam is just trying to be provocative, Ao’nung tries to remind himself. But now his temper already flares, bright and white-hot, and he almost doesn't care about a response, doesn’t care about what he could answer to this as long as it hurts, so he bites his tongue hard enough to taste copper.

It’s unfortunate for both of them, that Neteyam can’t seem to shut up, despite the fact that neither him nor you had said anything yet. He‘s confident in every word that leaves his mouth, not even caring about what the two of you would think of him as he goes on, "Oh, right, I almost forgot. Since your dear friend hasn’t told you yet, I guess it’s my duty to enlighten you."

One of his hands curls into a fist and he can't seem to relax it, before he realizes it’s your hip that he’s squeezing. Not hard enough to hurt, but he lingers for a long moment before he can force himself to loosen up. He apologizes with a fleeting kiss to your shoulder, making sure to hold eye contact with the man in front of him, like it’s two Pxazang‘s battling for territory.

"Ao’nung and I had a very nice conversation this morning, and he actually made the proposal to…", his lip curls into a dangerous smile, "share you."

Ao’nungs mind goes blank. He wasn’t prepared for this.

Share you? But he did not…

His mouth opens to object, but all words seem to fail him, his brain struggling to keep up with what was happening, while he simultaneously tried to understand what Neteyam wanted to achieve with this lie.

"If that is something you would want, of course."

There it is again, that act of fake innocence, pretending to be oh, such a good and caring guy. It breaks his heart to see it working so well on you.

You glance up at him with those nantang puppy eyes full of hope and anticipation, "You… You did?"

But there’s silence and Ao’nung just looks at you. He listens once Neteyam opens his mouth again, he has to listen because his throat feels too dry to speak.

"Oh, yeah", he responds for him. A white lie, like everything else he had told you so far. "He told me how good of a friend you are and that this would be something you would truly enjoy. And I know for a fact that you really deserve this."

No. No, you don’t deserve this, don’t deserve him. And sharing you like this was never part of the deal, it wasn’t part of the agreement to take a part in any of this, to watch his filthy hands touch you. Ao’nung was never one to share his possessions– he never talked about his feelings, he just acted, knowing what he wanted and going for it. That was how he did everything; with quick deliberation leading to a fast resolve, quite the opposite of Neteyams tendency to manipulate.

"You’re such a sweet girl, aren’t you? Letting your friend arrange this for you", Neteyam chuckles and Ao’nung realizes just now, how much you’re squirming on his lap. "Why don’t you show me just how sweet your are, hm sevin?"

He’s only playing a role, Ao’nung has to remind himself. As much as he prayed for it to become reality, you weren’t his. He was just your friend. But if being a good friend meant to participate in whatever this was, so be it. At least he could be here for you, take care of you even when you were in another man’s arms.

It was comforting, in a way. Comforting like rays of sun soaking into his skin, so much so, that he‘ll forget what damage they can do if he stays to long under her comfortable shine. He‘ll burn, sooner or later, feel the pain when it’s already too late. But it feels good now, so he tries to stop worrying about everything else.

The feeling of your slick rubbing against his thighs reached a point where it was impossible for him to ignore, even though it hurt to know he wasn’t the main reason for this.

His gaze never leaves its target sitting across from him, not even as he dips his hands below the waters surface and hooks the back of your knees over his forearms. The surprised little squeak you emit was kind of cute, he thought, as he lifted you out of the hot spring.

Your soft hands cling to him as Ao’nung makes himself comfortable, sitting down onto the flat rocks that enclose the pool of water, while he holds yourself up and open for Neteyam to see. Your legs are spread as far as they can go, and said omatikaya can be seen swallowing the salvia that pools in his mouth at the sight.

You were a piece of art; gorgeous, pretty and wet, droplets of water running down your curves, mixing with arousal that ran down your thighs. But you were also pretentious, greedy, and entirely spoiled and that was entirely his fault. And he knew how to play that card all too well.

Ao’nung nuzzled his nose against your cheek, up to your ear where he whispered, "You want him? Then show him", before licking the shell of your ear, making you shudder in his hold.

Even he felt the flush of dark embarrassment tickle up your spine, before you wriggled a hand free and lowered it between your spread thighs. A fingertip slid between your folds, teasing your slippery entrance with a quiet whimper.

"Don’t be shy", Ao’nung murmured, nipping on your throat. "C‘mon, tsawke. Be a good girl and put a finger in."

Nodding, you pressed your index finger against your slippery entrance, slowly pushing in to the last knuckle. Then, you wriggle a second finger in beside the first one, and start to ease them out together, then back in; a slow, slick push.

The moans that tumble from your parted lips are like the sweetest most familiar melody to him. To Neteyam, they are the reason one of his hands has disappeared below the surface, casting ripples in the water.

You curve your finger a little more and pick up the pace, thrusting them faster. The squelching sounds they coax out from between your thighs filled his ears, growing louder by the second. It was only overturned by the sound of his own ragged breathing, his heart thumping against his chest in the same rhythm his cock throbbed heavily, yearning for friction, for your hands to touch him, your tight cunt to wrap around his length and swallow him whole.

"Just like that, you’re doing so good", Ao’nung coos softly against the shell of your ear, "Look how much he’s enjoying the show. See what you do to him?" He tips his chin up and your eyes flutter open to get a glance of Neteyam. His ears are pinned back, eyes half lidded, with lips slightly parted and chest heaving as he strokes himself under the water. Ao’nung has to swallow back his own pride in order to play this role, yet he enjoys being the one that can touch you so freely while all Neteyam can do is watch as it happens. "He wants to touch you so bad", he chuckles lowly into your ear and your body decides to respond for you, hips canting forward to push your own fingers in deeper. "I bet he wants to know what you feel like, warm and wet around him. How tight you are. Fuck, if only he knew how good it feels whenever you come around my cock, the way you squeeze me. See his eyes? He’s hungry for you, tsawke. He wants to know how you taste like, too."

A helpless little whimper escapes you from his words and Ao’nung grins, the tip of his fangs sparking with mischief. "Should we make him watch, hm? Or do you want to invite him?"

"Nung", you mewl, plead with your eyes as you glance over your shoulder to meet his.

"I won’t do it for you", he whispers, tilting his head towards the other man with a sigh, "Use your words if you want him."

Your eyes follow his line of sight. Neteyam groans, then closes his eyes for a brief second and throws his head back in bliss, before he looks back at you with a dirty smile.

"What is it, hm?", Neteyam asks, "What do you want, paskalin?"

Your toes curl at the sound of his voice, raspy and laced with a certain type of hunger that could only be satisfied by one thing alone. And that thing is you. Breath hitching, you make a whiny little noise that almost sounds like a plea for the forest boy’s name, but that seems to be all you manage.

"Can’t get the words out, huh?", he chuckles, "That’s okay. Fuck, just look at that pretty pussy, doing all the talking for you. Look how she’s dripping, so eager to be filled, but your hands aren’t enough, are they? You need my help, pretty girl?"

Ao’nungs own fingers itch to help you out, to show him just how perfectly he can fill you with them. That there’s no need for this demons spawn here, that he’s the only one you need to satisfy you.

You seem to think otherwise, because you’re nodding quick and desperate, and Neteyam groans at the sight of your clenching hole once you had pulled your fingers out. A wordless inventions for him to take their place. So Ao’nung continues to hold your legs open wide as Neteyam pushes himself off the rocks and approaches slowly, gracefully walking through the waist deep water to stand before you.

With the way Ao’nung had hoisted you up and held you spread open as he sat on the flat rocks surrounding the hot spring, Neteyam didn’t even had to kneel or crouch to be eye level with what he craved most and the realization made him lick his lips in anticipation.

His hands find the soft of your thighs, caressing your skin before he placed soft kisses here and there, making you shiver in Ao’nungs hold. With his eyes entirely fixed on yours, Neteyam then runs the tip of his tongue through your wet folds and groans at the taste.

"Eywa, woman", he curses under his breath, then attaches his lips to where your slick oozes out in a clear, honey-like stream. "You’re so sweet, paskalin", it’s muffled against your cunt, before he withdraws and glances up at Ao’nung. "Does she always get this wet?"

You let out an impatient whimper and Ao’nung places a soothing kiss to your shoulder.

"For me?", he chuckles, the sound low and dangerous and he feels the goosebumps rise on your body. "Every single time, yes."

Neteyam grins. "Must be my lucky day then. Look how she’s dripping for me."

He takes his sweet time returning to you then, kissing and stroking everywhere but where you need him, but when he finally does, you gasp and moan as he nibbles at your clit, arches when he cups your ass and, with the soft sucking noises he makes, it felt he was drinking you in.

You moaned again, breathlessly, bonelessly, and your back arched away from Ao’nungs chest, or at least you tried to. Feeling so good, so stupidly happy, Neteyam then ran his tongue up and down your slit again and your moans turned into a wail.

He returned to lick and suck at your clit, alternating with a smooth up-and-down stroke with two of his fingers, teasing and circling your clit, then gently prodding them at your entrance.

"Mnnh– Fuck, ah, please, please", you whimpered breathlessly, hips bucking helplessly to get his fingers to slip inside, your head falling fully back against Ao’nungs chest. "Neteyam, p-please!"

But Neteyam only sped up, his tongue wet and rough and steady against your clit, groaning into you at the sound of his name from your lips, and pressing his face against your pussy like you actually taste of nectar or honey or any of those tooth rotting sweet fruit the Sullys enjoyed to eat.

Meanwhile, Ao’nung placed several open mouthed kisses from your throat to your jaw, enough of an hint to make you turn your head and claim your lips in a deep, hungry kiss. It was wet and filthy, just tongues and teeth as he devoured you, as Neteyam devoured your other set of lips.

You were moaning into the kiss, wanton and desperate, before finally, a set of fingers were pushed past your entrance and curled just right, while Neteyam kissed and sucked on your clit so passionately, Ao’nung felt the way your whole body tensed.

And then, then you were coming, bucking, crying out weakly even though it seemed you had no breath left in you. Shuddering and shuddering all through your body, shuddering between two hot bodies who worshipped you, who were holding you, staring at you like prey- beautiful, delicious prey, both of them so very hungry for you.

"Good girl", was murmured lowly into your ear, "Keep coming for us, c’mon let it all out. Let him taste how delicious you are."

Neteyams tongue continued to lap at your flowing arousal, groaning against your folds between filthy slurping noises. "Hmm, fuck. Is that all for me? So good, paskalin, you taste so good."

You kept your eyes closed and let the little tremors and aftershocks go through you, just breathing in tiny happy hums, because, eywa bless them to whatever heaven existed, they were both still touching you, gently and slowly. Neteyam kissing you softly, Ao’nung nuzzling his face into the crock of your neck, sucking on your throat, until eventually your breathing slowed, and you swallowed, opening your eyes.

Immediately, you were met with two golden eyes, looking up at you from between your thighs.

"Neteyam", you pant, "m-more. I want more. Please."

"Oh, do you?", he chuckles as he rises to stand on his full height, towering over you. "You’re such a cute little thing, so needy." He tips your chin up with a finger, then tilts his head as he grins down at you. "Think you can take both of us?"

There’s the sound of an audible gulp and neither Neteyam nor Ao‘nung himself can stifle a chuckle at this. You squirm in his arms for that one, grinding down against his cock that’s been trapped between his stomach and your lower back, making him grunt.

"I‘ll take that as a yes", Neteyam smiles wickedly, exchanging a look with Ao‘nung. He then stepped just a little closer, truly sandwiching you between them both before he hooked an arm under your thigh so Ao’nung could trace his hand down your spine and dip it down lower. Goosebumps run up your neck as his hand kneads one of your ass cheeks and then slides between them. Ao’nung expertly locates your dripping entrance from behind, fingers swirling in your arousal, dipping inside for good measure and he hums lowly at the sound of your weak little moans.

You’re always wet, always wet for him, beautiful and perfect, eywa, the way you just fit, it's like you plug into everything, everything that makes him high, incoherent, hard.

"You want this?", Ao’nung whispers into your ear, his tongue teasing your lobe. You clench around his fingers and give him a quick, desperate nod, so eager to be filled. He grins at that. His fingers retreat, covered in arousal he lets them glide between your cheeks to feel for your puckered hole.

"You want me in here, hm?"

Your whiny whimper of "Yes, please!" is completely satisfying to his ears. Your lack of surprise makes Neteyam realize you’ve done this before, and that mental image is a delicious one. One finger then eases into your tight hole slowly, fluidly. Neteyam watches with hungry, half lidded eyes as Ao’nung spreads you open on one and then two of his thick fingers, watches how expertly you take him in as he spreads your legs a little further to give the other man more space to work with. More slick is running down your pretty cunt, like a silent plea for him to fill it.

It's not long, though, before you’re squirming, the position you’re in making it impossible to push back against his fingers but they both know you’re trying to. It’s also not long until your moans turn louder, back arching, and you make a sound of protest when Ao’nung finally pulls his fingers out and deems you as loose enough. His cock is so painfully hard, leaking more pre-cum than he thought was even possible. He had to get inside you now, had to have you because in the back of his mind there still lingered this thought that after this, it could’ve been the last time he would get to feel you, to hold you, to fuck you, ever again.

So he wraps an arm around you, the other hand securing your thigh, while both of Neteyams hands hold onto the underside of your knees to spread your legs for them.

"Together then", Neteyam grins and Ao’nung can’t help but glare at him over your shoulder. Not even this situation could change anything about the grudge he’s holding against that forest boy.

A quick glance down your front reveals the sight of Neteyam pushing the length of his cock between your slippery folds, lubing himself with your slick.

The tremor that passes through your body seems more intense than usual, once you feel Ao’nung get into position too.

"Breathe, tsawke", he says, the tip of his cock nudging against your backside. You nod, inhale, exhale, and then they both push into you slowly, spreading you apart. Another whimper tumbles from your lips, your eyes squeezing shut and Ao’nung places a tender kiss to your temple as he slides further in.

"Good girl, just relax for me", he coos, "you’re doing so good."

For a moment it's too much, you’re way too tight and he thinks your body just can't reach that far, but then Neteyam seems to be fully inside while he slowly pushes deeper with minimal resistance. Neteyam groans, his grip on your legs tightening as he feels Ao‘nung move into place alongside him. You’re stretching around them both like you were made for this, and then Ao’nung glances at the space between your legs where you’re all joined, and there isn't a slither of space.

"Fuuck, look at that", the forest boy pants, smiling almost proudly. He gives the first languid thrust that makes you mewl. "That feel good, hm? You like being stuffed full of us, don’t you sevin?"

A whiny "Y-Yes", comes as a response, followed by a string of incoherent pleas for them to finally move.

"You sound so pretty when you beg, paskalin", Ao’nung says, granting your wishes with slow thrusts, making you feel every inch of him as he slides himself into you. Better adjusted now, your body welcomes him with every snap of his hips. Neteyam sets up a quicker rhythm, pistoning in and out of your body roughly, the tip of his cock brushing against your g-spot at just the right angle.

You flex your inner walls, squeezing his cock, until you feel him throb inside you with the change, moaning, and his gaze entirely fixed on where you are joined.

"Eywa, that little pussy is gripping me so tight. No wonder you kept her all to yourself. I wouldn’t share her with anyone, not even if she begged me to."

Their eyes meet for a second and Ao’nung’s breath is hot on your neck as he whispers, "you’re mine, aren’t you? He’s just lucky I can’t deny you any of your filthy wishes." Reaching to cup one of your breasts in his hands, he tweaks a nipple and earns a dirty little moan in response, your soft, velvety-like walls pulsating around their cocks.

"Oh f-fuck, make her do that again!"

Ao’nung was rubbing your nipples more roughly now, and your voice goes hoarse when Neteyam simultaneously thumbs at your throbbing clit. "Yeah, good girl", he praises you, thrusting into you faster, "so good, sevin. Shit, you feel so fucking good around me."

You’re close, Ao’nung can tell by the way you’re writhing, by the way your breath hitches when the tip of Neteyams cock brushes against your cervix, by the way your face twists with ecstasy when he fucks you harder, deeper.

He removes his hand from your nipple and slips it between your bodies, fingertips fighting for their place to rub against that swollen bundle of nerves alongside Neteyams, until your whole body is arching and your jaw drops.

"Nung", you moan like a prayer, "you’re– so big. M‘so full, gonna come!" It’s like you’re trying to finish him just with your words, and fuck, you might manage it if you carry on. His head falls to your shoulder and he presses his lips against your skin, then up your neck until your mouths are crushed together, a desperate thrashing of tongues and lips.

Words were entirely washed out of your system, your mind completely overtaken by the fullness of two cock sliding in and in and then all the way out just to slip back in, harder, tight body gripping and squeezing them.

It was all heat and pleasure. All those sensations, thoughts and emotions. Everything so close, but you just couldn’t reach it. Not yet. You felt like a puppet on a string, waiting for any of them to pull the right thread and help you to your release.

You’re right on the edge, right there.

The moment he breaks the kiss, Neteyam catches your lips in another, his tongue swirling around yours and a bitter part of Ao’nung hopes you still taste like him. If that is the case, Neteyam doesn’t seem to mind. His hips continue to snap hard against yours as he exchanges moans and spit through the kiss. It’s a filthy rhythm the both of them had set, various body fluids smearing between three tangled bodies.

Every time one thrusts in they brush over your pleasure spot, leaving you sobbing and writhing on their cocks, clutching on their arms so hard it hurts, chanting their names in between moans, hardly able to catch your breath.

"Let go, c‘mon I know you need it so bad", Ao’nung groans lowly into your ear, thrusting in just as the other man pulls out, which leaves you in a constant state of fullness, never empty for even a second. "Be a good girl and come for us."

It's a buildup of tension that arches your back and curls your toes and just when you think you can't take it anymore, something snaps. Your entire body tightens as you cry out their names, nails sinking so deep he’d be surprised if they haven’t drawn blood.

"There it is, pretty girl. Great mother, look at you creaming around my cock, gonna make me cum too", Neteyam groans, throwing his head back in bliss. He was thrusting into you so hard now, it knocked the very air out of your lungs, leaving you gasping for breath.

The little breath left in you was then stolen by a deep kiss, Ao’nung sucking on your tongue as he continued to pound into you, unable to think of anything else besides the way your walls tighten around his throbbing cock.

"Gonna cum inside you", he groans into the kiss, "Can’t hold back, I just need to fill you up, gonna fuck my cum into you and— hngh– shit!" He plunges into you, one, two, three more times and then comes with a grunt of your name.

Your legs were already shaking with the aftershocks of your own orgasms, twitching from overstimulation while Neteyam gave one last thrust, hips pausing, and then you felt it flowing— hot shots of cum pumped into you, filling you up nice and warm as he lost himself inside you with a low moan.

Ao‘nung wasn’t entirely sure if you could even hear him at this point, but he still kept the reassurance up anyway as they both gently lowered you back into the hot spring.

"Can't say that was a bad time, fish lips," Neteyam grinned, glancing at your relaxed face resting against Ao’nungs shoulder. Your eyes had fluttered closed a few minutes ago, as the metkayina man was carefully cleaning the sweat and other body fluids from your skin, holding you tight against his chest.

"Don't get used to it." Ao’nung warns in a hushed whisper, "I doubt I'll share her again."

"Wouldn't expect it. Worried I'll steal her away?"

"No. But I keep close tabs on what's mine," he counters, blue eyes cold as he watches the other man rearrange his loincloth.

Neteyams grin widens at this, and he shoots him a playful wink, "We‘ll see about that", before he leaves off to the village.

— ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ —

Ao‘nungs hammock might as well be carved from stone.

He hadn’t been able to get much, if not any sleep at all these past couple of days. Shifting restlessly, he’s forcing his eyes to close once more every time they inevitably drift open, but it’s not working. So he’s staring at the ceiling of his marui, at the woven walls, and out into the dark blue sky. It only makes his frustration worse. Days have gone by and now half the night has already passed, by the time he finally comes to terms with the fact that jealousy truly is an ugly emotion. But it somehow always reveals the truth. And it’s not like he didn’t already know the truth before. No, he knew.

He could joke about it all he wanted, whenever Tsireya made her teasing little comments about it. Could laugh it off and roll his eyes at his younger sister, tell her she’s just imagining things and that this is all just a means to get another man jealous. He’s just being a good friend. He turned these comments into jokes, because he‘s afraid to take anything seriously. Because if he takes things seriously, they matter. But it does matter. It matters so much, that it hurts now. Truth is, Ao’nung held his love for you so horrible discreet, that it was as persistent and almost as silent as bleeding from an unstitched wound. And now he was bleeding out. Painful and slow and irreversible.

Sharing you was a bad idea. Probably the worst he’s ever had, there was no doubt in it.

Ao‘nung tosses and turns in his hammock, unable to rest for any moment longer as his thoughts dared to consume him whole. Willing his body to get up before the sun was even beginning to rise, he found solace in the rhythmic crashing of waves down at the beach.

Ao’nung wishes that he could just have some kind of treatment to fix this problem. If only the tsahìk could cut his chest open and take his heart out to make it stop. Maybe eywa would bless him with a new one, one that wasn’t stained and stabbed and torn apart. Maybe it would take away the sick, knife-twisting pain he felt in his chest whenever he did as much as look at you. But in its own way, it was a good kind of pain. Like a constant reminder of just how much he was in love with you. How good it felt to love you. It was good, except for how it made him feel sick whenever you laced your fingers up together and squeezed his hand as though Ao’nung was something precious, something to be loved, and once again he catches himself wishing that you might ever look at him in the ways that Ao’nung looks at you.

It pisses him off to be reminded that he's supposed to be good at keeping his head, at keeping his distance, at not letting his lies consume him, the way that they're doing now. The way that they've done since this whole thing started. That this is all just a game of play pretend and you’re not really his.

Besides everything else he's doing that's completely unhelpful to this dilemma, Ao’nung’s overlooking one crucial detail: how can he stop pretending, when this is probably the closest he'll ever get to actually being yours, to you being his? How can he stop pretending when he's already made you this stupid, shiny little bracelet, because it would scandalize Neteyam in the entire, to think that Ao’nung and you are so into each other that you’re trading what could be mistaken as a courting gifts. And because it's the closest thing that Ao’nung will ever get to actually giving you a courting gift. He just has to take what little gifts he can from the world, right? So he can’t end it. He can’t end this arrangement. Not yet.

"Become my mate."

A simple statement. A straightforward question with a straightforward answer. But he would never actually ask that, would never receive an answer to this that wouldn’t hurt him, so he might as well continue to live in this perfect world that he lets himself envision.

Ao’nung turns the bracelet in his hands, thumb swiping over the carefully polished pearls. One of them sort of looks like the color of your eyes, as much as a simple blue pearl can emulate the deep ocean blue of yours and the way they sparkle when you look at him. The whole thing doesn't really capture your essence, it just made him think about you, and that's why he picked it out. He would give it to you today, he thought. He knows you would wear it for him, and maybe the thought of you wearing this for him, wearing something that would always mark you as his would make it enough for a little while longer. Maybe one day he would get his ass up and just ask you, would ruin your friendship just for the teeny tiny chance of you not turning his offer down. Maybe you would be his, one day. Truly his.

It’s when the first rays of sun begin to shine over the ocean, that he’s greeted by the sight of his own, personal warm solace. Sometimes that shines brighter and warmer than the sun herself. His ears perk up at the sound of you calling his name, waving your arms at him and a smile tugs on his lips. Always up early, he thinks, rising to his feet.

"It worked!" You squeak happily, jumping into his arms and Ao’nung continues to smile at you, albeit a little confused. You break away from the hug first, jumping excitedly and pointing to a piece of jewelry dangling from your wrist. He stares at it blankly, each breath making his lungs feel like they were filled to the brim with shards of glass.

His palm closed tightly around the bracelet in his own hand, tight enough he could feel the little shells cutting into his palm.

He knew this would eventually happen.

He could feel it in the back of his mind, lingering like a muscle he's held tensed so long that he can no longer remember what it felt like to be otherwise.

What Ao’nung didn't expect was, that it would be this soon. He really thought he still had time. More time. More time with you, before he would loose you to another man. Time to change his fate, time to–

"It worked! Neteyam courted for me, look!"

Ao’nung felt something in him shatter, breaking to the point of no repair. Breaking so violently that he wondered if it was possible for no one to have heard it. He felt it burn his skin, his eyes, the inside of his chest. Felt it burn like the sun burns, like it would burn if he tried to touch it. Ao’nung felt himself melt away and burn, and that’s when he reminds himself of the reason for the nickname he had chosen for you.

Tsawke. Because you are his sun.

And nothing feels as good and hurts as much as loving the sun. Because as well as she can make you feel good, as fast she can burn you.

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.::. I AM THAT I AM .::. ikarus ito

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.::. A SICKNESS UNDEFINED .::. basics.

NAME: IKARUS CAELUM ITO ALIASES: IK, IKKA, THE FOX OF EIGHT EYES, 1NF1N1T3FUN AGE: THIRTY-FIVE YEARS OLD. [JANUARY 17TH] GENDER/PRONOUNS: CIS MAN HE/HIM SEXUALITY: PANSEXUAL // DEMIROMANTIC HUMAN // HOST: HUMAN OCCUPATION: DATA EXPUNGED - - - as far as you need to know, I am a friend. A netrunner and a braintrip cutter of the...shady variety. AFFILIATIONS: NANO ZILLA. And any gang, corp, or solo with the balls to think they can run with me.

.::. IT'S MY KINGDOM COME .::. going deeper.

PERSONALITY: CHARMING TO A FAULT, IKARUS DESIRES ONLY TO CORRECT WHAT HE PERCIEVES AS 'SOCIETAL WRONGS.' WHILE HIS BANNER SEEMS AT FIRST SOMETHING WORTH WORKING BENEATH HIS METHODS ARE MANIPULATIVE MUCH LIKE THE MAN HIMSELF. A HEDON WITHOUT CARE FOR THE 'WAY THINGS HAVE ALWAYS BEEN' HE IS A GLUTTON FOR ATTENTION, POWER, SEX, DRUGS- ANYTHING THAT MAY FIRE THE SYNAPSE REQUIRED FOR PLEASURE- AND RIPS THROUGH THE THINGS THAT PLEASE OR ANGER HIM LIKE A MALICIOUS VIRUS WITHOUT DIFFERENTIATING WHICH IS WHICH. SELF-ASSURED TO THE POINT OF BEING COCKY TO THE EYES OF SOME, IKARUS' SKILLS ARE RARELY CALLED INTO QUESTION, AND HE PREFERS IT THAT WAY, HE WILL ONLY STAND FOR THE BEST IN HIS RANKS, SOURCING NEW MEMBERS THROUGH REGULAR 'TESTS' DEPLOYED ON THE NET BY 'THE FOX OF EIGHT EYES' AND REJECTING ANY WHO FALL SHORT OF STANDARD. DESPITE THIS, HE IS LOYAL TO THOSE WHO EARN IT, A DOGGED, STRONG-WILLED FRIEND TO HAVE IN ONE'S CORNER, DESPITE BEING A RATHER SLIPPERY ASSOCIATE IN ANYTHING TO DO WITH POWER.

AESTHETIC: WIRES COILING AND BLACK, BOUND LIKE CHAINS TO THE NET; ALIVE IN CODE || A FOX WITH TOO MANY EYES AND BROKEN, SPIDERING LIMBS. IT BECKONS TO YOU IN THE DARKNESS. || STATIC SOAKED SCREENS FROM YEARS PAST WATCHING WITH INTENT; THE GHOSTS OF WHAT WE WERE. || A REFINED BLACK SUIT SLICKED WITH BLOOD- UNBOTHERED YOU LIGHT UP A CIGARETTE- JUST ANOTHER NIGHT IN THE CITY.

KNOWN CYBERWARE: NEURAL UPLINK PORT STANDARD IN NETRUNNERS. HEADWARE RIG USED FOR ON-THE-FLY HACKING. SINGULAR PROSTHETIC ARM, MATTE BLACK CARBON AND RED LIGHTING ARRAY. IMPLANTED WEAPONRY LIKELY CONTAINI- DATA CORRUPTED. ERROR CODE: 2NOSY;)

HISTORY: CORRUPTED DATA RESTORED. BACKUP DRIVE CREATED. File Attached: FoxOfEightEyes.txt [TRIGGER WARNINGS: CHILD ABUSE, ANIMAL DEATH] [Mobile version of bio available in a google doc HERE] [hint: use the forcecode to skip the puzzle.]

.::. FROTHING AT THE MAW .::. connections.

CAT TO MOUSE; FOX IN YOUR HENHOUSE: The eponymous 'predator and prey' relationship- but who's who when the chips fall? Be you a Corpo burned by Nano Zilla, a gang member too foolish to determine you were being swindled before it happened, or even a Cowboy with your eyes on a pricy take- 1NF1N1T3FUN welcomes your attempts on his life- and recommends you come prepared.

FOLLOW THE WHITE RABBIT: An understudy/mentor relationship- a recently welcomed netrunner into the embrace of Nano Zilla and their base made in Dreamland, you followed the Fox of Eight Eyes and found its den to rest in the retrofitted depths of a once-bustling theme park; the skeleton of whimsy and fun now inhabited by the kind of people who treat the net as their playground. Ikarus only welcomes the best into his family, those willing to shirk the existing rules and demands of corporations and the government to seek building something greater- through technological subterfuge- he'll take you under wax wings, teach you to wind among the wires with the best of them- just make sure you know exactly what that means, when the time comes.

BITTERLOVER.EXE: The ever-present exes connection. Ikarus is a different man, in love. Dedicated to ideals and the ever-elusive 'better' his goals seem lofty- but oh, he always seemed to have time for you, and a carbon-steel fist that drives his crew so firmly was always soft in the quiet of a tiny apartment- but that was then. It's hard to recognize him now- you can't imagine you want to, because when push came to shove- Ikarus chose power over you. This is a connection for an ex who dated Ikarus recently, while he's headed and operated with Nano Zilla as an active anarchist/insurrectionist.

ISANYONEUP.MP4: You need help sourcing an illegal or otherwise damaging to your reputation braintrip and with some digging- you've found the editor who spun it. Sure, he wasn't the gunman that left your loved one dead in the dirt- wasn't the bastard who filmed the two of you having sex and sold it off after- but he knows who was, picking around in the BT with his editing software- he's said he'll help you, for a price- are you brave enough to take that offer?

ADDITIONAL CONNECTIONS

Childhood friends

Exes (younger than 19 years old/schoolkid ages)

Former coworkers (Ex Gestalt Bureau Corpo, abandoned his position at 23.)

Fellow Nano Zilla netrunners who work for/under him

corpos/ceos/high ranking officials he's got existing dirt on

Braintrip recorders/sellers who use his services as an editor

regular hookups

literally anything I'll take it all babyyyyyy

#anarchicintro. #ikarus.info #ikarus.img #icarus.hc #ikarus.aes #ikarus.mp3

[hollowmend]

Happy birthday (for tomorrow)!! 🥳 I hope you have an awesome day! For my question, what are your personal favourite indie VNs (can be otome, amare, BL, non-romantic, etc.) that you’ve played? Do you have any favourite MCs and LIs? Favourite tropes?

I have a confession to make... I haven't been keeping up on a lot of indie VNs 🥲 I read them here and there, but my "to read" list is waaay longer than my "read" list.

That being said, here are some that have stuck with me:

Soul of Sovereignty

Aelfric the Wonderous

The Five Steps to Ensuring Momo Graduates Successfully

Dear Devere

One Night, Hot Springs

I might be a bit biased, but if you like scifi, check out my friend @brii-nanas games! Their most recent one, Under the Skies of Ikarus is getting a voiced update soon ✨

And here's a quick list of VNs I've been eyeing up but haven't played yet - Quaint, Our Wonderland, Tattoos and Tulips, The Summit Library, To Die in the Shade

Favorite MC - I'm not usually very good at picking favorites, but the MC that's coming to mind is Lee from Dead Man's Rest. I ended up liking him way more than any of the LIs, which is almost never the case for me.

Favorite LI - I know this isn't an indie, so it might not be in the sprit of the question, but Kent from Amnesia. I love that strange boy.

Favorite Tropes - Kuuderes. I like when a normally stoic LI has strong feelings for someone and is cute and/or awkward about it.

Some more specific ones - Overly affectionate drunks who accidently reveal their feelings to their crush, that thing where a character wakes up from being sick/injured and their LI has fallen asleep watching over them.

Thanks for the birthday wishes!

#asks

[faeseeker]

hi ikarus :) just a quick question so i don’t intrude, how many requests are you allowing per person? is it just “see how far this goes then close” or are you limiting it per user? just checking!

i’m not limiting requests as of now! go crazy :3 it may take me a while to work through several but feel free to send them in anyway!~

#. . .murmurations #< new tag for answering questions #i’ll also be adding this to my guidelines probably

[ultralightpoe]

Wretched Freak - Bucky Barnes

Description: PART ONE TO THE 10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU SERIES!!!!!

Part 2 HERE 

Word Count:  1623

Warnings: cuss words 

Authors Note: I am not in love with this part, but I love what is coming. So please don’t judge based on the first part. 

“KATE BISHOP!” You scream across your house, checking your eyeliner in your nearby reflection as your bag swings from your shoulder. “IF YOU ARE NOT IN MY CAR WITHIN 2 MINUTES I AM LEAVING YOU HERE!”

“Do you really have to yell?” You mother laughs, coming in to inspect your outfit before you leave for the day, an odd look crossing her features as she took in your attire. 

She never approved of the darker look you went for, but you never really cared before, and you never would. Black nail polish and eyeliner were staples in your life, combat boots and glares were essentials. 

“Whatcha reading today?”

“Flowers in the Attic.”

“Oh? Something light and cheery then.” She teases as Kate bounds down the stairs, ponytail bouncing. 

“You stress me out in the mornings. It ruins my whole day.”

“You are going to make me late you craphead.” You snap, moving to the door with your keys swinging from your hand. “GET A MOVE ON LOSER!”

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Avengers Highs parking lot was hectic, Yelena Belova notes as she strolls in the front doors of the school. Moving back in with her sister and her mom while her dad heads to Russia for a photography job was stressful enough, add in a new highschool and she was just about screwed. 

“Yelena! Hey!” Natasha smiles, moving to greet her at the door. Her sister had woken up early to get here for debate club, led by Mr. Fury, and it seemed that the early morning did nothing to throw off her groove. A serene smile placed on her features as she hooks elbows with the girl and begins leading her through the halls. “Alright lets see…..where to start-”

Yelena loses concentration as someone in a leather jacket knocks into her shoulder harshly in passing, snatching a prom poster down as they walk off without even looking back. “Yelena? Hey? You listening?”

“Yes.. I’m here.”

“Alright, here is the breakdown. Over here we have the jocks. Don’t speak to them unless they speak to you, better to avoid them all together. Especially their little leader Ikarus-”

“Is his name actually Ik-”

“Moving on. Over here we have the nervous geeks.” Nat smiles, bumping into a kid holding a star wars lego set. 

“S-sorry Romanoff.” He apologizes as his friend hits his shoulder. “Ned, don’t drop the set.”

“They are very scared. Don’t make any fast movements around them okay? Over here we have the science team. That is Tony Stark and Bruce Banner. Co Captains but Tony takes most the control. Over there the debate team, the friend I told you about is over there. Hey Clint! But avoid Sharon Carter. We hate her, took my captain spot when I was out with the flu. I’ll get my revenge at some point.”

“Got it.” Yelena mumbles, shaking her head.

“Sweet athletes. Sam Wilsona and Steve Rogers. Um. oh! Okay! Now over her-”

“Oh my…..” Yelena gasps as the prettiest girl in purple passes by her, laughing at something her friend says. “Who is that and how do I get in her group?”

“Don’t even think about it.”

“She is beautiful.”

“Kate Bishop. Forget it though. Everyone knows the Bishop sisters are not allowed to date.” 

“Yeah sure. Whatever.”

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Mr. Fury was in a bad mood as always. 

Your foot taps on the floor beneath you as you wait for him to finish his speech on the novel he was forcing the class to read. John Walker breathing through his mouth behind her as loudly as he possibly could. 

If only you could kick him like you kicked Ultron last semester. 

“Any questions on shakespeare oh so lovely words?” Fury mutters, dropping the book onto the desk.

“I have a question-” You smile, raising your hand which has the man rolling his eye and mumbling a sarcastic response. “When are we going to read something actually worth our time?”

“I’ll be so interested in knowing what the freak Y/n considers worth her time.” John snarks. 

“Anything with a brain, and you do not qualify.” You snap and Fury smiles. 

“Both of you. Shut up. In fact, you’re both pissing me off. Out.” 

“What?!” You snap as John groans. 

“You heard me! Out!”

You roll your eyes, snatching your book bag and shoving John on your way out. 

“Ouch.”

“Bite me.”

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The afterschool bell rings and Yelena finds herself rushing out the doors, looking for a moment to breathe as everyone does the same. 

She is just in time to see a black car nearly hit Nat on her motorcycle, the leather clad person from earlier sticking their head out to yell at her for not driving with her brain. “YOU SHOULD REMOVE IT FROM YOUR ASS BEFORE YOU START THE VEHICLE.”

With that it speeds off, followed by a red car carrying a blonde and Kate in the backseat. “Who is that?”

“That was John Walker, resident model boy.” Nat snarks as she looks over to Steve Rogers. “And the person in the first car was Kate’s freak sister Y/n.”

“Wait, the one that yelled at you was Kates sister?” 

“Indeed.” Nat laughs, starting her bike again. “Did some digging, found out that Kate is looking for a russian tutor. Had Steve give you her your number. Should be calling you tonight to ask.”

“Really?”

“Yup.” Nat laughs, zooming off. 

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The Bishop house smelled like lemongrass when both girls arrived home. Which meant their mother was in a decent mood. “Hello Y/n? Make anyone cry today?”

“Not yet. But it’s only four.” You smile, kissing her cheek as you make your way through to the kitchen. “Anything come for me in the mail?’

“Just a package from Eternal Academ-”

“What?!” You blanch, running for where your mother keeps the mail. Your eyes zero in on the large packet and you rip into it within moments. It took two seconds for your eyes to skim the words before you were a screaming mess. “I GOT IN! I GOT IN!”

“Got in where?” Your mother asks the same time your sister enters the room.

“University of Eternals.” You smile, as your mothers face dropped. 

“I thought we agreed you would go to Hydra University ….. Like I did?”

“No. You agreed.  I listened.” You smile and just before she was about to argue you snap towards your sister. “Ask you Kate got a ride from today.”

“A ride? Who? Who gave you a ride?”

“No one.” She mumbles, flipping you off as your mother glares. 

“The airhead John Walker.” You answer, moving to sit on the counter as she rolls her eyes.  

“He’s not an airhead. He is going to be a general in the military one day.”

“Oh, wow. Good for him.” You snark. 

“Hey. Katherine. We have rules-”

“That are so unfair! Everyone else at school is dating mom!”

“Not me.”

“Because your a wretched freak.” She snaps which has you laughing. 

“Katherine, that is enough.”

“No! You’re so overprotective and you’re ruining my life-”

“Fine. New rule.” Your mother announces which has your sister shutting up in an instant. “You’ll get to date…….. When Y/n does.”

“WHAT?!” Kate yells as you laugh, watching your mother disappear to her office. Your sister whirls around to look at you, a deadly glare in her eyes as she watches you. “Can’t you get a fake boyfriend or something?”

“So you can date that loser John Walker? Unlikely.”

“YOU SUCK!”

“And you swallow.” You answer, walking out of the room. 

---------------------------------------------------

“Mr. Barnes. In my office once more. How lovely.” Agatha Harkness mumbles as he shrugs, rolling his eyes a bit. 

“You made the appointment.” It was true, Agatha requested to see him before school to talk about the most recent incident in the cafeteria. 

“You shoved a kids face in his mashed potatoes.” 

“At least they tasted good.” He mumbles, taking a seat. 

“Listen. I know you’ve had a rough time. With the accident and the family loss. But if you continue on this path then you’ll get expelled. Okay? Okay. Now leave so I can get back to work.”

“You have fun with the horny witches in westview.” He snarks, storming out of the office.

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Yelena Belova nervously taps her pencil on the library table as she waits for Kate to show up for their tutor session. 

The brunette lands on the chair beside her, a whirlwind of excitement as she looks to you. “Alright. I have to be out of here in 10 minutes, Gwen and Flash are having a super argument right now and I cannot miss that.”

“Oh! Um- Okay.” Yelena mumbles, blushing a bit. “I was thinking we start with the basics. Pronouns and starter words.”

“Right now?”

“Well it doesn’t have to be right now. Maybe over like dinner, some mac and cheese?”

“Are…….are you asking me out?” Kate smiles, a surprised look coating her features at Yelena’s boldness. 

“Um- Yeah? I know you apparently can’t go out-”

“That rule changed. I can date when my sister dates.”

“Really? Then we definitely can do mac-”

“Problem. My sister doesn’t date. A wretched freak.”

“I noticed. Why is that?”

“No clue. She actually used to be loads of fun and super popular but she switched when she was a freshman. No one knows why.”

“Well I am sure there is someone at this school who would like someone like that…..”

“You think you could find someone who would do that?” Kate asks, a smile coating her features. 

“Yeah. Shouldn’t be a problem.”

“And you would do that for me?” Kate asks, a flirty tilt to her voice. 

“Without question.” Yelena blushes.

This would be an easy task, wouldn’t it?

#2000s core #rom com #bucky #barnes #bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes au #winter soldier #winter #soldier #winter soldier imagine #winter soldier x reader #winter soldier angst #marvel #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #mcu #mcu imagines #mcu imagine #mcu x reader #yelena belova #kate bishop #natasha romanoff #steve rogers #wanda maximoff #10 things i hate about you

[mollydastoertchen]

Encanto is one of my FAVOURITe movies. I absolutely love the story and the goddamn beauty of the animations and everything. One thing that stuck with me were the designs for the magical doors in the movie.

They inspired me to do these with a series of mine and @Zelendur 's OCs. A world full of sunlight and magic as well. These were a BLAST to draw. But also these were the best by far, haha. A few others I drew came out... questionable to say the least lol. But I'm very proud of these!

Featuring: Azura, Ikarus, Jinjin, Malek, Ra, Rorik, Samael, Yaro and Yuval.

#encanto #encanto doors #magical #what is this style called even?? #is there any word for this kind of thing? #almost look like tarot cards right? #tarot cards #tarot design

[ellaurashoop]

Welcome to my page/account! I am E̲l̲l̲a̲u̲r̲a̲ S̲h̲o̲o̲p̲, author of ten novels. My works span a wide variety of genres. I write middle grade fiction (ages 8-13), young adult fiction (ages 14-18), and adult fiction. 𝐒𝐨, 𝐩𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 describing my posts, that’s where you’ll find what audience that specific works are appropriate for.

All of my works are published on Aɱαȥσɳ except for Pride Book One: Falling Storm and The Meer The Marked: Blaze. These books are being rereleased and relaunched with new covers and new interior illustrations.

All of the books in 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙚𝙚𝙧 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 will be relaunched with new covers over the next year or so, that is why the titles 𝕊𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖, ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝔾𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔹𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕥 are only available in electronic versions on Aɱαȥσɳ and/or Kindle Vella.

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I’m looking to build my launch team as well! So, if you’d like to read ebooks for free message me through my 𝘍𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘗𝘢𝘨𝘦 and I’ll explain how it works. There are only a few spots open, let me know if you’re interested.

My Patreon has three tiers: Helper for $①, Guardian for $④, and Sentry for $⑧. Each tier offers different content so make sure to read the descriptions to find which one is right for you.

For exclusive content, such as access to short stories 𝔹𝕣𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕤: 𝔸 𝕋𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝔸𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕒 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕄𝕖𝕕𝕦𝕤𝕒 and 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕖𝕖𝕣 𝔸𝕟 𝕌𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕒𝕝𝕖: 𝕀𝕟 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔸𝕓𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝔽𝕖𝕒𝕣, and other perks become a   ⓅⒶⓉⓇⓄⓃ here: patreon.com/EllauraShoop

Discover my books here: https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B087KGRR3T

Also check out maps of the territories and character profiles on World Anvil: https://www.worldanvil.com/w/the-meer-ellaura

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#writing #greek mythology #greek myth retellings #greek gods #medusa #patreon #self published #ellaura shoop author #fantasy books

[triplak-blog]

My first ever transportation picture from summer 2011 that i didn't took with a phone that has terrible quality. Needless to say, the bus in question was long since scrapped. Ikarus 256 - DUD-973 (Körös volán) Gyula, Bus terminal 2011.08.

#hungary #gyula #photography #public transportation #ikarus #triplak photos #bus

[jinxed-games]

Romanced!RO and MC go to a tailor, but when they take measurements of MC's body they start making their touch longer in MC's body and RO notices that there is a look of desire in the tailor, but MC doesn't notice that. RO's reaction?

The Mage: You only notice something when the air becomes noticeably colder.  When you turn your head to check up on them you see their eyes are dark and stormy.  And focused on the tailor.  You realize you have only a few seconds to intervene.

The Royal: Their eyes follow every movement.  Mouth drawn into a thin line as this tailor starts acting more and more inappropriate.  But they say nothing.  Even as they draw closer to you.  Fingers tapping against their leg.  When you are done they ask you to find a new tailor.

Alistair: He tells the tailor to stop after the first touch.  Tone light, even as his eyes look at them sharply.  If the tailor continues their behavior, then he will gently grab you away from them.  He will then step forward, smile light, and swing.

Maeve: She puts it aside, at first, convincing herself she’s just imagining what she’s seeing.  When it continues her eyes will narrow and arms will cross.  She’ll move closer slowly, and if the tailor still doesn’t stop under the heat of her gaze.  She’ll openly comment on their behavior.

The Healer: When they notice they say something immediately, “They are rather attractive aren’t they? Sadly they are taken.” If the tailor doesn’t stop then, the Healer will start giving you increasingly less chaste touches and kisses, starting with a simple kiss to your hand and only ending when the tailor stops.

Dorin: The moment the tailor touches you just a little bit too long Dorin has his hand on their shoulder in a too tight grip, “Hands only where they’re needed.” If they continue then you are soon grasped by your shirt and pulled into a sharp kiss.  

#All ROs #The Mage #The Royal #Alistair #Maeve #The Healer #Dorin #asks #ikarus questions

[intimidatingpuffinstudios]

What would be RO's reaction to the MC saying “I don't know why you have this need to protect me, I always feel strong by your side.”

Morkai’s first instinct would be to argue that the MC has a track record of getting themselves into trouble, but then he’d think better of it. He’d stay silent for a while, staring into the MC’s eyes, and then he’d say “It’s not about your strength. I need to be strong so that you don’t have to be.”

Straasa would sort of look away with for a moment, guilt in his eyes. He doesn’t want to make the MC feel like he’s coddling them, but he just worries so much... So he’d smile in a rueful manner, almost self-deprecating, and say “I know... It’s not you, it’s me. I just... I can’t stand the though of losing you… Please. Allow me this much.”

Daelynn would look at the MC shrewdly, not sign of her usual playful demeanor in sight. She’d stare at them for a moment consideringly, not saying anything. Then she’d smile a dishonest, twisted smile and say “I know, darling. We protect each other.” But she’ll never stop trying to protect the MC. She doesn’t care if they are strong or not.

Eledwen would stop whatever she was doing and look at the MC seriously, obviously processing their words with the consideration they deserve. She’d then look them in the eye and nod gravely, saying “I know you’re strong. But we can be stronger together. As you protect me in so many ways, allow me to repay you in the only way I know how.”

#ikarus-1337 #the soul stone war #asks #tssw #RO questions #Morkai #straasa #daelynn #Eledwen

[raven-aylavanhazelthorne]

I’ve seen a lot of questions on the potential doping situation in the tag so...

here is some general information on doping testing

If you made the podium at a continental or world championship or the Olympics are you most definitely going to be tested. From the moment that it is clear that you won a medal somebody is tasked with following you arround until you have given samples. The testing has to take place within a certain timeframe, but I don’t remember how long. Athletes also can be tested at any other given time, they have to register where they can be found for a few hours EVERY DAY. Testing is done by the World Anti Doping Agency and the respective National Anti Doping Agency.

There are two types of tests: urine and blood. If an athlete gives a samples it is separated: 2/3 into the A-sample and 1/3 into the B-sample and then sealed. This is done in the presence of the athlete. If the A-sample is positive the athlete can contest and demand the B-sample to be opened. They could also just say they are guilty but I have never heard of that happening. If the B-sample is positive the governing bodys e.g. the ISU and the Russian Skating Fed can than draw consequences. Samples are analyzed by independent and WADA accredited labs. Test results can be fast or can take several months. There is usually a very long back log of tests at the labs.

The consequences are usually a 2-4 years ban from the sport and the athlete will be stripped of all titles they won after they have been caught. If a team titles have been won THE ENTIRE TEAM will be stripped of their medals and titles. If you are banned you cannot train with other national team members, at national training facilitys or I believe even with national coaches.

You can also expect the whole situation to be contested by the Russian Federation in front of the CAS which is the essentialy the international court for sport. It is in Switzerland and Swiss law applies (generally speaking, in reality it is more complicated than that).

The fact that Kamila is a minor won’t really matter in this situation aside from the fact that this is probably the reason things have been kept under wraps so far. If she tested positive, they will try to investigate this further. Chances are coaches and doctors arround her will be banned if they are found to have had smthg to do with the doping. Since she is a minor I would assume that if she did test positive, somebody else had something to do with it. Even if it is proven that the athlete was not at fault(e. g. is administered a drug by somebody else), they will still have to suffer from the consequences. Also expect Russia to do everything in their power to do “damage control” on this.

In the end, if this turns out to be true, the Russian Team would loose their Team Medal and all the other Teams would move up a place.

I hope this answered some of the questions I have seen in the tag so far. If anybody has corrections feel free to reach out. If anybody wants to know more on doping I recommed the documentary “Ikarus” on Netflix. To all geman speakers I also recommed the research done by the “ARD-Dopingredaktion”.

In the end nobody benefits from the situation and I kinda feel for the second and third place athletes that have to wait days for their medal because of this.

#figure skating #winter olympics #kamila valieva

[hxdonist]

>//location.dat: Heaven's Night [EXTERIOR] >participant.dat: Ikarus Ito and [UNKNOWN]

"Seedy" is almost a nice way to describe Mata Haris territory. It's not like he has any space to judge, he's a regular enough presence at Heaven's Night to be on a first-name basis with the bouncer- and he's long since accepted that men who's cleaner housing is in the underbelly of an abandoned amusement park that should have been torn down two of his lifetimes ago don't exactly get to complain about the hospitality in the sex dens overseen by the gangs of the city.

Heaven's Night was somebody's idea of a perfect evening- even if it was an indicator Ik's was going south, most of the time. Today, though, he's only here to make deliveries- completed BT editing jobs for a client who was convinced that the only place somebody might overlook Ikarus handing over enough scrolls of high intensity smut to give even the most dedicated porn connoisseur a moment of hesitation was a strip club. Despite his insistence it was certainly weirder that they wanted the drop made where you could simply pay to see a real dancer in their element or book a room to watch something the club had on offer, he's stood outside anyway, gloved fingertips drumming at his cigarette case, one hanging out of his mouth, as he waits for his mysterious benefactor to make him a few thousand yen richer and laments the version of Ikarus who left his apartment without a light.

Eventually he can't stand to... Stand around, any longer, and flags down the next person to walk by. "Ey, you got a light? left mine at home, and if I'm gonna sit around out here waiting for some shady clown who can't nut up to the fact they're into some questionable shit without making me solve their riddles three about where to meet up, I at least wanna do it with nicotine in my system."

#ikarus.exe #anarchicstarter. #//as is required by law my first open starter is ass garbage #but i can't sleep so we'll break a bottle on the bow of this ship before I tap out.

[themoonandvenuslovechild]

What We need

Summary: After getting injured in a serious Deviant attack, you can’t sleep, and neither can Makkari. Both of you know why, it’s because you’re missing Druig. 

Inspired by @iamburdened thank you sm for the wonderful fluffy idea that i ruined with my shitty writing skills 

Pairing: Drukkari x Reader

tw// fluff, angst, mentions of blood, uhhh idk what else i dont think there is any ? 

a/n: just yes. to everything going on here. just yes. 

It had been an incredibly long and tiring day. All that you and Makkari wanted to do was relax now, to be near each other and let the other know that they're loved.

There had been a large group of Deviants in near a large city that held many humans, so you and the rest of the team had been sent to stop them. Makkari made fast work of getting the civilians out of the way as you fought alongside with Ikarus. There was a moment of pause when Ikarus heard Sersi yell his name.

Ikarus was flung back, landing far away with a loud thump, taking a second to shake off the shock of what had just happened. In that small moment that he took, not even a full minute, really, you had managed to get injured.

The Deviant that you and Ikarus had been fighting together was strong, one of the strongest you had fought with so far, but you truly weren't prepared for the pain as the beast bit into your shoulder and speared you through the stomach. You choked on air at the pain before crying out less than a second later. Your scream was ear-splitting as it pierced the air around you and the other Eternals, and that was when everyone could see what was happening.

Deviants would take out anything that was in their way, and that happened to be you.

Ikarus flew towards you and the Deviant now attached to you, at the same time that Makkari got to you. When Ikarus hit the Deviant in the face to get it to release your shoulder from it's jaws, Makkari pulled you backwards, releasing you from the impalement you had just experienced. Then it was a fast wind as you found yourself on the Domo.

Druig and Phastos, who hadn't been outside fighting the Deviants directly, watch as you lay on the floor, blood pouring from your wounds.

"Oh, Arishem, (Y/N), what happened?" Druig questions as he rushes over. At the same time he reaches you, Makkari does too, this time with Ajak beside her. Ajak kneels and begins to heal your wounds. Once she gave you a once over to make sure everything was okay, she went back to finish off the last of the Deviants with the rest of the team.

Druig watched the way Makkari threw her arms around your neck before pulling away and frantically beginning to sign. "I'm so happy you are okay, I don't know what I would have done without you, I cannot believe that you almost died, I was so worried, I-"

And Makkari's rambling is cut off by your lips on hers. At this point Druig has to turn away. Jealousy bubbles up in his gut, jealousy at the both of you. He wanted both of you. It hurt him more than he'd like to admit that he couldn't have you.

For the rest of the day, Makkari had coddled you, helping you to bath and change into more comfortable clothes. She had cuddled with you while you cried, she had braided your hair and let you do the same to hers. You and 'Kari spent the day in each other's embrace.

Even now, as the stars shone bright above, the two of you held each other on the couch in the main room. She had you in her lap, her head buried in the crook of your neck as she drifted in and out of sleep. Still neither of you could fully sleep. You had both been restless all day and you both knew why. It was because you needed Druig with you.

   You rose from your seat on Makkari’s lap, turning to her and holding out a hand, a soft smile on your lips at her drowsy confusion. 

   “We both know what we need. What all of us need.” 

   Makkari nods, following you to Druig’s room. You knock softly on the door before entering, not waiting for a response. The two of you are met with Druig wide awake, his eyes turned up towards the ceiling of his room. 

   When he realizes who entered, he begins to sit up, before Makkari stops him, keeping the man laying down on the bed. Confusion flits across his face as he speaks to you and signs to her. “Why?” 

   Makkari’s response is to simply hold a finger to her lips. She knows her end goal here, so she walks straight to Druig’s trunk of clothing, pulling out two shirts and tossing one to you. Druig is still confused, as he watches the both of you slip your shirts off in unison, slamming his hands over his face because he knows he wouldn’t be able to control himself if he didn’t. 

   Then he feels a warm body pressed against his left side, turning to look only to be faced with Makkari, before you’re crawling in the bed on his right. 

   His heart begins pounding in his chest as he’s sandwiched between the two people he’s in love with. 

   Makkari places her hand over his heart, looking up into his eyes, gently urging him to read her thoughts. He does so, his eyes glowing a gorgeous gold as he searches her mind. 

   “Your heart is beating very fast. I won’t be able to sleep if you don’t calm down.” 

   He can hear the teasing tone in which it’s delivered. ‘Kari knows that she’s making him nervous as she rests this close to him. It only gets worse when your hand joins with hers over his heart. Druig can hear the loud thumping of his own organ in his ears, embarrassed at how he can’t control it and both of you now know as well. 

   Your turn your head to snuggle further into his body, and mumble softly against him. “We couldn’t sleep without you, Dru, I hope this is okay.”

   He smiles softly as he responds. “It’s more than okay.” 

   You nuzzle him a little, feeling him begin to calm a little before you speak again, knowing that ‘Kari has already begun to drift off to sleep and won’t care to know what you’re saying, despite her curiosity. 

   “Sleep, Druig.”    “I can’t.” It’s a soft whisper of honesty, and fear laces his voice, giving to you exactly the reason why he can’t. 

   “Dru, ‘Kari and I are safe now. Sleep, let us hold you and hold us back and sleep, please.” All of your words begin to slur at the exhaustion seeping in your body, but you can feel him relax at what you’ve said. 

   Druig leans his head down slightly to rest atop Makkari’s, gathering the two of you closer to him in his arms and pressing gentle kisses to each of your foreheads. 

  “You’re sure you’re both okay?”

   “Mhmmm...” 

   And he knows by the lack of words you won’t remember him asking that in the morning, you’re already halfway to your own little dream world, and he would be here to protect you if the dreams were to turn to nightmares. He’d be there to protect both you and Makkari, but he wasn’t going to let anything happen to either of his girls again. 

#druig #druig x reader #druig x you #druig x eternal!reader #makkari #makkari x you #makkari x reader #makkari x eternal!reader #fluff #druig fluff #makkari fluff #makkari angst #druig angst #drukkari #druig x makkari #makkari x druig #drukkari x reader #druig fanfiction #druig fic #makkari fic #makkari fanfiction #eternals #mcu #marvel

[biisexualemma]

blind faith. druig

word count: 2.1k

warnings: none, a bit of fighting / hurt but not much

requested: nope this came about because my mind is full of only druig (and andrew garfield)

plot: you've blindly followed arishem your whole life, until things go sideways

a/n: idk how i feel about this one but lmk what you think i need feedback pls

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your eyes averted to the floor beneath you, willing it to swallow you up. you were angry, angry with your family for being so easily manipulated, angry with yourself for getting into this situation. this wasn't how you saw things panning out. you knew you weren't perfect as a team but you had been certain that despite all of your disagreements over the years, that one truth remained, and that was arishem. until now.

your teeth gritted, jaw tightening as you watched them try and figure out how to stop the emergence. you loved this planet, you loved it's people and you loved every moment you had spent with your family here. but arishem chose this planet, and that was all there was to it. you didn't question it.

you felt ikarus' presence on your right, he had held his tongue for as long as he could, but this had gone far enough. your eyes glued to the floor, you watched two feet place themselves on your left. you chewed down on the inside of your cheek, knowing who it was.

"hey, you," he mumbled, his foot nudging against yours, encouraging you to lift your gaze. with eyebrows furrowed and a heavy head, you lifted your eyes to meet his blue ones. your gaze softened a little. you had anticipated this conversation. "what's goin' on inside that pretty little head a'yours?"

you shook your head, eyelids drooping. "this isn't right," you said softly. it wasn't easy to go against them but you had to stick by what you believed in.

"yeah, tell me about it," he rolled his eyes, he moved closer to you, his shoulder grazing yours as he did. "why would arishem send us here in the first place with all these feelings and capacity for understanding, only to have us destroy—"

"it's not really our place to question any of this, druig," your eyebrows twitched into a frown. you knew how he'd felt about arishem in the past, you hadn't seen him for five hundred years because of his feelings, so this behaviour didn't surprise you. "i know that's hard for you to comprehend but it is our sole purpose to do what arishem says."

"you sound like ikarus," he gave you a look, his eyes lost all playfulness and his lips drooped from their torturous smirk, and into a deep set frown. one that you were all so familiar with. his fearsome look of disapproval. "and you are not him, so quit it."

"but maybe ikarus is right," you were blunt, not looking for a lecture right now. these were pretty high stakes. "ajak trusted arishem, and i trusted ajak."

"and look at where her blind faith in arishem got her," his tender look had faded entirely, eyebrows furrowing at you. "i know we've differed on this in the past, but this— this is too much," you moved away from him, avoiding his stare, you didn't like him looking at you like that. with disappointment. "even you must see that ajak was wrong in trusting arishem."

"our entire being is a result of arishem, who are we to then question his orders?" you glanced at him for a second but turned away quickly again, heat rising to your cheeks out of frustration. "i just don't think we should be interfering."

"you want to let them all die? after everything? because that is his order," he grabbed your forearm, urging you to face him again. you didn't say anything, you only gulped, letting his blue eyes invade yours. "that's what you will be doing if you follow those orders," you tried to avoid his stare but he wouldn't let you, he followed your eyes. "i know you. you care too much. you can't deal with that kind of guilt—"

"maybe you don't know me as well as you think then," you snapped, tugging your arm out of his grip. he looked at you with disbelief, shaking his head, he went to speak again but was cut off by ikarus.

"she's right, druig," he interrupted. "this has gone on long enough," without warning ikarus had destroyed phastos' designs in a second. you flinched as the bracelets shattered and shouts of anger and betrayal were thrown at ikarus.

you couldn't see or hear much of anything from that point forward, your eyes glossed over and your hands clenched into fists. you could hear the echo's of ikarus' confessions, his admission of how he knew for centuries about the emergence, how he killed ajak to support his cause, how he was willing to kill the rest of you if you stood in his way.

ajak didn't trust arishem. ikarus killed her because of it. ajak was dead because of ikarus' blind faith, as was gilgamesh. your family. you felt the weight of your entire belief system shattering in mere minutes. you gulped on the lump in your throat, eyes drifting over to druig full of regret and guilt, but his eyes were elsewhere. you'd not seen him this angry for centuries, since he defected. everyone knew that he and ikarus never gotten on well, but this was the tipping point.

you couldn't take your eyes off him, your mind wandering with memories of him. how you'd let him leave all those years ago, never tried to follow him or find him. you were beginning to regret it all. you stuck by ajak, you stuck by arishem. and for what? you lost everything, and you were losing it all again right now.

your eyebrows knitted tighter, your head thumping in your ears, you struggled to hear the protests from the other eternals, you were too deep in your own thoughts until makkari came speeding back into the domo.

i found it she signed, a bright, painfully oblivious, smile on her lips. the smile slowly slipped when she saw everyones grim faces, fragments of the bracelets scattered on the floor. before she could ask, ikarus moved to kill.

"run!" you grabbed his arm, yanking him back as he aimed his beams at makkari, missing only by an inch before she sped back out of the domo.

ikarus turned to you, eyes clouded as he narrowed them at you. you slowly released his arm, taking a step away from him. "pick a side, y/n," he growled, taking a step closer.

you snapped your fingers, fists engulfing in flames, your eyes glowing a similar deep shade of orange to that of your hands. "stop ikarus," you wearily held out your hands in front of you, palms facing him. "we're family."

his jaw tightened as he took a single step closer to you. "this is our sole purpose," your own words rang in your ears. your teeth gritted together. grief for your fellow eternals, and the anger you felt towards ikarus was overpowering every other thought clouding your mind. "so you either fulfill it," he took another step. you didn't dare break your eyes away from his, not even when you felt druigs familiar presence on your left. "or you don't."

"you murdered ajak," you stood your ground, taking a step towards him, the flames engulfing your hands worked their way up your arms as your anger intensified. "she protected you, and cared for you," you choked, eyebrows knitted tighter as the lump in your throat grew. "she was the best of us and you killed her like it meant nothing," you spat at him, your emotions getting the better of you. your eyes now a fiery red. "i won't let you hurt them."

ikarus had a moments hesitation before he let the beams shoot at you, and you reacted just as quick, letting the flames fly from the palms of your hands. you hit him square in the chest just at the same moment the beams sliced into your shoulder. ikarus was flung backwards, his back slamming into the walls of the domo, while your knees caved, your hand gripping your injured shoulder.

he recovered quicker than you did, striding over to you, eyes glowing, only for his path to be blocked. thena and druig covered you, sersi and kingo lingering either side, unsure whether to involve themselves. sprite stood in the middle, her eyes moving back and forth between the scene.

"it's not worth losing everything," you pushed yourself back onto your feet, druig grabbing your elbow and helping you up. he didn't release his grip on you, nudging you gently backwards so he remained as a barrier. "you're making a mistake," you winced, putting some of your weight onto druig.

ikarus hesitated. his eyes moved to sersi who stood beside you, her eyes full of hurt and betrayal. for a split second you thought he'd changed his mind.

"no, that would be you," he shook his head, eyes drifting back to their usual shade before he turned to leave. he was gone. sprite trailed behind him, muttering a quiet apology.

as soon as they were out of sight you clutched your shoulder tightly, the splitting pain shooting through you. you whimpered, druig taking your whole weight. with one arm he gripped your waist and the other held your good arm.

"what an asshole," kingo spat as soon as he'd left.

"what are we going to do now?" sersi queried, desperately trying to disguise the shake in her voice as she pushed away the tears in her eyes. "we can't stop the emergence and fight off ikarus at the same time."

you quickly lost interest, your eyes meeting druigs who guided you to sit down. your head fell forwards against his torso as soon as you sat, heavy with grief and confusion and pain. "we're so screwed," you gritted your teeth, your eyes drooping shut for a moment.

druig moved his hands up to your neck, his forefinger and thumb glided along your jawline and to your chin, nudging your head up. "stop it," he mumbled, eyebrows furrowed watching you beat yourself up. "we'll figure something out. lets get you sorted first."

druig didn't care how frustrated he had been with you only half an hour ago, he never could stay mad at you.

you didn't say anything for a while, your head was tilted back, looking up at him as his fingers caressed your flushed cheeks. your teary eyes just locked with his blue ones. he felt something crack in his chest. your nose was tinted red, eyes wet and heavy, your lips swollen and pouting, and eyebrows knitted tight. it wasn't a sight he was dying to see again anytime soon.

"m'sorry for being so stupid and blind," he saw your face begin to contort again. willing to stop you from getting upset further, he kneeled down so he became eye level with you. he leaned close to you, nudging his forehead against yours. something he had done frequently in the past to provide you with some form of comfort when he didn't know how else to console you. you hadn't felt comfort like this in a long time. you leaned into him, as close as you could manage, pushing against his forehead with your own.

"you're not stupid or blind," he mumbled only to you. you closed your eyes and listened only to him despite the words being thrown around you two. "you believed you were doing the right thing," he pushed his nose up against yours. his voice was smooth and soft and reassuring, and you were hanging on his every word. "you’re smart, n' you’re strong and the most beautiful."

you felt yourself relax very slightly, his words soothing you like you hadn't felt for years. it was familiar and it was warm. you moved your hands to either of his shoulders, his hands dropping to your waist.

"i'm sorry i didn't realise sooner," you sighed, your breathing still shaky, nose scrunching as you felt a wave of pain from your shoulder. "you always knew."

he shook his head. "doesn't matter," he pulled away slightly, still remaining close to you. "we'll fix everything, we always do, right?" you nodded softly. "now lets get you fixed first, ok? then we can discuss how we're going to destroy ikarus."

"druig," you mumbled disapprovingly, your serious eyes locked on his mischievous ones as always. you nudged your forehead against his and he cracked a teasing smile.

"s'not like he doesn't deserve it," he quirked an eyebrow but you beat down his joking with only a stare. he rolled his eyes. "ok fine. but i wanna rough him up a little at least. after what he did to you, my love."

you couldn't help but crack a smile. you were glad only you got this side to druig. he was sweet and loyal at his core, and though he disguised his true feelings with a lot of sarcasm and deflection, you would always know how he truly felt. he loved you and he loved his family deep down, and he would do anything for them.

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[write4tomorrow]

Part 5: The Fool

Pairing: Druig x Reader

Summary: **** (SPOILERS) **** AU where all the remaining Eternals stay on earth. You are a sorcerer like Doctor Strange and have been working as his assistant since Thanos’ downfall. Doctor Strange has been keeping close watch over the Eternals after the Celestial emerged from the ocean.

Genre: Adventure / Fluff / Angst

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Epilogue

Druig had never - never - felt this level of rage. He was seated in a lavish and long vehicle that made him feel like he was a bug in a suffocating jar. He was practically shaking in his seat. There was an intense feeling in his chest that wanted to be let loose like a wildfire.

When Ikarus used to picked on him, Druig was frustrated. When Kingo decided to disturb Druig’s quiet mornings, he was irritated. When Mekari teased him for his stubbornness, he was annoyed. Now, watching Modredus run his fingers through your hair, Druig felt murderous.

He thought about the day he had met you. With a smile on your conniving face, you burned his hand when he challenged you. The little heat you had inflicted on him that day did not compare to the fire he felt now or the rage he wanted to act upon. On some level, Druig wanted to throw a tantrum like a human child. Instead, he held himself perfectly still. His eyes never left Modredus.

“She is just so fragile,” Modredus said softly.

Druig couldn’t disagree more. In the short time he had known you, Druig knew you didn’t like to back down from danger and that you were strong will enough to face most challenges. Druig wanted you to wake up and show Modredus how wrong he was. But all Druig could do was grind his teeth while he watched the man look down at you, your head resting in his lap.

I could stop this car, Druig thought. He knew how he would do it. He knew that it would be easy. If he only had to worry about himself, he would have left already. But he had you. Druig had to figure out how to get you out of this car, whole and hale.

Druig tried to make his mind think of a plan - any plan, really. There were two armored men seated on either side of Druig and he couldn’t focus. With every bump that the car sped over, Druig was forced to watch Modredus hold you in place. With one tattooed hand on your hip and the other against your head, one could almost believe that Modredus cared for you. It made Druig sick.

“As a fellow Eternal, I am envious of your ability to control people with your mind,” Modredus said, looking back up to Druig, “oh, why are you making that face? You don’t like the limo?” Druig didn’t answer and instead turned his head to look out the window.

“So you can mind control people, what can she do?” At Modredus’ question, Druig blinked in surprised.

He thinks she’s an Eternal, too.

Druig looked back at his captor, unsure what to say. You were shivering in Mordredus’ lap. No clovers to be seen anywhere except for the one that still sat on his lapel. Your rings were still on your limp fingers but Druig saw that Mordredus had taken the yellow powder from your pocket. He was tossing the pouch up and down with one hand.

“Well,” Mordredus continued, “let me tell you what I can do.” Druig watched Mordredus put that small pouch of your yellow powder down in the cup holder by his side. He then pulled several small vials out of his breast pocket. He tossed one to Druig.

“Drink it.” Mordredus eyed Druig.

“No,” Druig said, tossing the vial back. Mordredus smiled as if he knew Druig would say as much.

“Suit yourself,” Mordredus answered with a shrug. The man opened the vial and poured a small amount into your mouth.

“No!” Druig launched himself toward you but the strong men on either side of Druig held him back. Mordredus smiled as you spluttered to life.

“I make potions that can do almost anything, my dear man.” Mordredus spoke to Druig but watched you closely. “I can make a healing draft that will cure any cancer and a drink strong enough to kill a heathy ox. I can make you dumb, or agreeable, or happy, or sad… or obedient.”

Obedient.

“You let her-“ Druig pulled against the men holding him back, fearing the worst. If Druig couldn’t get inside your head, then surely Mordredus couldn’t either. Right?

Slowly, you opened your eyes and Druig felt relieved to see your face. His clever witch was awake. But your eyes were void of their usual challenging spark. Were you... did Mordredus get inside of your mind after all?

“Relax, it was just a draft to wake her,” Mordredus cooed as you sat up, “it was a mix of peppermint and… well, among other things. But this clever little drug,” Mordredus pulled the sack of yellow powder back out of the cup holder. “This is quite the concoction. I believe it wards off almost any charm or unwanted mental tampering. I love it… but there seems to be an unstable compound that leads to a noticeable case of - ah, I guess it’s addiction.”

Druig looked at the yellow powder then looked back to you. With hazey eyes, he could tell that you weren’t full awake yet. It was probably just a side effect of being knocked out, Druig guessed. But if what Mordredus said was true, the addiction-

Druig thought back to the shaking and the strange headaches you had if you went too long without a dose of the powder. He thought about the way you hid the powder from Doctor Strange.

Druig didn't want to agree with Modredus, but you were addicted to the same thing that protected you.

“I think I know how to improve the mixture, but I digress. This one,” Mordredus tossed another, different vial to Druig, “that one is for you.”

Druig began to shake his head, to protest. Only a fool would drink something their captor handed them. But then Druig looked over at you. Still wearing your evening dress, you were shaking and squinted painfully as the car drove past particularly bright lights. Was that a side effect of your powder or was it what Mordredus had given you? Druig noticed him watching you as well. He was too close to you and had several evil looking vial still in his hand.

Druig understood then. He had played right into Mordredus’ hands. A fresh wave of anger washed over him.

Obedient.

Druig was angry at Mordredus, but now he was angry with himself. How could he have been so stupid? Yes, only a fool would drink something their captor handed them, but only a fool would show his enemy his weakness. Druig had shown Mordredus his weakness and Druig found that he was surprised as he admitted it to himself, too.

For you, Druig realize that he would play the fool.

But you couldn't piece it together. You felt like you were trying to sweep cobwebs out of your head. There was a strange haze as your thoughts tried to organize themselves. How long had you been asleep? When did you get into a limo? Where was your yellow powder? What was Druig doing?

What was Druig drinking?

“Druig-“ you let out a small cry when you saw him quickly down the contents of a little vial. With horror, Druig’s eye turned a magnificent gold then transitioned to a glowing, hideous red. His attention turned toward you. Muscles straining, he suddenly launched himself at you.

You held up your hands to instinctively protect yourself, but Druig was faster. Mordredus let out a sharp cry as Druig grabbed your upper arm. Opening a car door, Druig’s red eyes looked down into yours.

“Run,” he said as he pushed you out of the moving vehicle.

****

“I don’t know,” you seemed to say for the thousandth time. You were back on the Domo, sitting with a cup of something warm and a blanket around your shoulders. Sersi sat on one side of a long couch with you. Thena and Kingo stood across from you.

“He drank something and pushed me out,” you explained… again, “I used my sling ring to come here as soon as I could.” Sersi looked to Kingo while Thena watched you. They were worried, you could tell. And who wouldn’t be if one of their family members was basically kidnapped by someone as powerful as Mordredus? Right now, all you could hope was that Mekkari would find him. She was running through the world as you spoke.

“Something happened to his eyes,” you continued.

“Something always happens to his eyes when he uses his powers,” Kingo said, running a hand over the back of his neck.

“No,” you shook your head, “his eyes turned red. Even I know that’s not normal for him.”

Thena and Sersi looked at one another. Kingo looked like he was about to argue but he was interrupted by someone entering the room. You hoped that it was Mekkari but it was only Phastos. He was followed by Doctor Strange. You gave your mentor a weak smile, glad that Phastos had been the one to break the bad news to Doctor Strange. The doctor didn’t like failure and he had a habit of making you feel guilty for the smallest mistake.

The doctor looked you over, silent for just a moment as Phastos stood with Thena and Kingo. You stared back, trying to convey comfort and some modicum of dignity. This dress and the overwhelming feeling of failure did not make it easy.

Mekkari rushed back in. A small breeze trailing her as she entered the large room of the Domo. She looked around at everyone and only shook her head.

“If Druig doesn’t want to be found, he knows how to hide.” Sersi stood as she spoke.

“We need to find him,” you pleaded. You were startled by the intensity of your words.

Your body released a particularly violent shiver as you spoke, causing everyone to look at you. Mekkari rushed to your side and sat next to you, taking the seat Sersi was just in. Mekkari quickly rubbed her hands along your arms in an attempt to make you warm. You smiled at her, thankful for her kindness.

Doctor Strange’s brow furrowed as he looked you over. After a moment, he came to kneel in front of you, gently taking your face in between his hands. He was looking for something.

You knew what he was going to find.

“Where is it?” Doctor Strange’s voice was cold. His jaw was set. His eyes bore into yours like icicles. His touch was gentle, though.

“I don’t have any more,” you said, clutching the blanket tighter around yourself, “the rest is in Vienna.” You pulled your face out of Doctor Strange’s hands and looked at the ground. He sighed and pressed his lips together. He looked at your shaking hands, examined your pale skin. He tried to pull your gaze back to him, but you refused. You hated this weighted feeling in the center of your chest. You told yourself it wasn’t guilt - what did you have to feel guilty for?

“What’s wrong with her?” Kingo asked.

“She’s going through withdrawal,” Doctor Strange answered.

“I’ll be fine,” you stood, forcing the Doctor to stand as well. “We can do a location spell. I can use some of the things from our apartment in Vienna and then-“

“No,” the doctor said.

“Why not?” Thena asked, narrowing her eyes at Doctor Strange.

“There are some spells that can be performed easily,” he explained, “and there are some spells that must be performed with great skill-“

“Which I have.” You glared at the Doctor. He only ignored you.

“But there are other spells that will take something from you. A simple location spell on a friend or family member is easy. A location spell on someone that doesn’t want to be found is another story. It can be draining and, if it isn’t performed properly, the spell can go wrong. It can harm the person being located and the person doing the locating.”

“So let's do everything else first,” Phastos said.

“That would be preferable,” the Doctor agreed.

“Then what are we going to do?” The frustration was clear in your voice. Mekkari rubbed a soothing circle along your back.

“We’ll do everything we can,” Sersi assured you, “but this is going to take time.”

You gritted your teeth but resigned yourself to the bad news. No matter how long this took, you would bring Druig back.

Part 6

A/N: Thank you for reading! You guys wouldn't believe how many times I spelled "vial" as "vile." We're more than halfway done with the story and Druig is in for a rough ride.

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Time Tells - Chapter 5

Peter Parker x Eternals! Reader

Synopsis - After living decades of loneliness, you finally found a family, someone to love. But what will happen when the Deviants reappear, and you discover that your purpose wasn’t what you thought.

I watched the eternals and had a burst of inspiration.

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"I can make you both humans"

Her voice rang in your hears like an echo who would never dissipate. You barely had time mourn Ikarus (who you hated anyways) that the best news of your life entered your ears.

Everything you had ever dreamed about, everything you wanted your life to be - could happen.

"You're serious?" Your eyes lit up, any pain or problem that you had suddenly fading away.

"Yes." Sirse looked down to her hand, "I still have power from the celestial." She looked back up to you and then to Sprite. "I think enough to make you both human"

Sprite suddenly turned quiet, but the hope in her eyes was flagrant.

"You can go first, Sprite." You turned to her but she gulped and shook her head.

"You deserve it more than I do, Y/n. Go first and if she has more left, I'll go."

"Sprite-"

"Please. Think of it as my gift for trying to hurt you." She looked down to her feet.

"Alright." You straightened your back and took a step closer to Sirse. "Mark my words, there is going to be enough for you too."

You gave her your hand, she took it in her palm placing her other one on top of yours. She closed her eyes and you kept her stare on her in wonder.

The more she was focusing on you the more you felt yourself change.

And like magic you became human.

~ 

"I cant beleive you look my age" Druig’s voice brought you back from your thoughts, making you tare your eyes away from your image in the mirror.

"You know that we’ve always been the same age?" You raised an eyebrow, turning around so you could face him.

"You know you’ve always looked younger, it’s weird seeing you grow." He took a second to look at you again and to compose himself. "You look good." He pointed out.

"Nah that’s just the dress." You looked down and ran your hands along the white fabric.

"You look good in anything Y/n/n." You met his eyes and you swore you saw tears collect at the rim.

"Awww, don’t tell me you’re crying." You chuckled, pouting in aw as you opened your arms, closing him into a hug.

"M’not." He mumbled into your shoulder. "Just got something in my eye."

"Yeah sure." You rolled your eyes and heard him sniff, making you want to cry for yourself. Suddenly the hug became a little tighter. "Druig your going to crumple the dress"

"Sorry." He pulled away and scanned your figure again.

"It’s ok." You chuckled lightly as you looked down to your skirt, it still looked perfect. "Can I ask you something?" You squeezed Druig’s arm.

"Of course."

"Will you give me away?"

For a second you weren’t sure of his reply. He held your hand, looking at you as if he was assessing something. You stayed like this for a good 30 seconds, realising that his eyes were getting glossier and he was just trying to stay calm at your question.

"Yeah." He talked out but his voice was all shaky. "Of course I will." He quickly wiped his eyes, and you wanted to hug him again but-

"Y/n!" Wanda burst into the room accompanied by Thena. "How have you never introduced me to her!?" She turned to Thena who gave a small smile as well.

"Well I guess I never got the opportunity" You eyes Druig who was trying to recompose himself.

"Gosh Y/n, you look beautiful." Thena’s face brightened up, and your heart warmed at the sight.

"Thank you."

"You know what this reminds me of?" Thena approached you and placed a hand on the rim of your sleeve. "The dress that one Italian princess wore when she got married in Venice." You bit your lip - she saw right through you. "The same sleeves, same skirt, same cut" she turned to Druig who seemed to be pulling the memory out.

"I mean we attended so many weddings-"

"The one where you got mad at the groom and mind controlled him?"

"Oh! I remember. Yeah it does look alike."

"I did find the sketches in a museum and I did ask for it to be the main inspiration." You look down at the dress. "You caught me."

"I knew you had loved that wedding." Thena walked closer to you, placing a hand on your arm. "I remember you talking about it non stop."

"Wasn’t it the one where she got all depressed after because she knew she would never get a wedding or something." Druig wondered at loud and your heart did a little flip in your rib cage.

"Yeah." You toyed with your hands. "Look at me now."

"The most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen." Thena wipe the tear you didn’t even know had fallen.

"Y/n! Don’t ruin my make up!" Wanda grabbed something from the vanity on the other side of the room and fixed the little mascara that had gone loose.

"Sorry."

"Alright now c’mon!" Druig stretched his arm out so you could hang on to it.

"Peter is waiting for you."

The end

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