#Thena is the fighter

[sunshinethena]

made a new oc with a tragic background >:3

[mer-acle]

2nd Gen Olympian nicknames

(I know we kinda always use nicknames when we write about the sillies, but these are what I think would actually be used by the characters. Obv just headcanon, sorted by age lol)

Athena

Doesn't like nicknames, which makes her siblings use them all the more, particularly when they're younger.

Ath (on occasion, by Artemis, Apollo, or Hephaestus), Thena (that one kinda sticks after God Games), Attie (by Ares when he was a kid without self-preservation instinct, now sometimes by Hermes who has a deathwish), Thea (by Ody and Fam)

Hephaestus

Doesn't mind, doesn't care.

Heph (by everyone, even Athena surprisingly), Phaestus (rarer but it happens), Hephie (by Hermes, naturally)

Aphrodite

Actually loves nicknames, but loves terms of endearment even more. Ares hasn't used her name to her face in centuries, if he didn't call her my love, my darling, or my little dove, she would literally cry bc she would think he was breaking up with her.

Dite (The casual one most of her siblings use), Aph (Apollo, serious), Dovie (Somebody please contain Hermes)

Ares

His name has two syllables. One might argue for ARES (Athena, annoyed). Otherwise just endearment from Aphrodite, and descriptors like The Angry One. Please be nicer to Ares everyone he deserves better.

Artemis

Doesn't mind nicknames per se, but is particular about which ones.

Artie is out of the question (not even Hermes, Artemis is a ranged fighter), Temi or Ari is fine (Apollo, her girls, and on occasion some of the others)

Apollo

Is genuinely sad that Pollo is the only variant of his name that's halfway reasonable. Yes, people call him "Sunshine" (Okay, Hermes does, and his bf/gf do too), Pollo... honestly most of the siblings have used it but it doesn't really stick.

Hermes

Literally nobody shortens his name, but I guarantee every god and goddess has called him "little shit" at least once.

Dionysus

Honestly if the drugs kick in he answers to no variant of his name lol. It's Dio, by pretty much everyone, always (apart from Athena pre-God Games who stubbornly uses his full name)

[redheadspark]

Can you write that Druig x Fem!eternal!reader have a fighting training moment, he tease her little bit during that so...😏 just fluff

A/N - Hey! Sorry for taking so long, I had to finish my prompt session! This was amazing to write, thanks for requesting this, anon!

Soft

Summary - Druig knows how to talk, but you know how to fight.

Warnings - Some teasing and some fluff :)

“Again.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes, do it again,”

You eyed him as he was making fists at his sides, his icy blue eyes were watching you like a predator who was eyeing his game.  To him, he probably thought this was a game, which made sense since he was the one who wanted to spar with you and learn how to fight.  Properly fight, in his words.  

But for him to ask you?  That threw you off since you knew you weren’t the best fighter amongst all the Eternals.  That was left to Thena, she made fighting look so easy and almost like a dance.  Even Gilgamesh was better at fighting than you were, with his brute strength he would knock a boulder back as if it were a flower petal.

Druig was no fighter, being the mind reader of you all he stayed out of the physical fights against the Deviants.  He could control a crowd of humans instantly with a simple gaze, so there was no real need for him to get his hands dirty.  

But he was intrigued and wanted to learn, which is what brought him to you one afternoon on the Domo before you were going to go on patrol with Gilgamesh.

“You just wanna….learn?” You asked him, seeing him fold his hands behind his back and simply give you his signature smirk and a shrug.

“Better to prepare myself in case it’s needed,” He replied smoothly, you giving him a suspicious look.  Druig was always mysterious to those around him, whether he tried to be or not.  There was always something hidden within him that no one could pinpoint, and this was one of those instances.  You looked from him to Gilgamesh, who simply shrugged and chuckled as you looked back at Druig.

“Why me?” You asked, seeing him smirk at you as his eyes drilled into yours.

“I heard you’re an excellent teacher,” he smoothly replied.  Gilgamesh snickered behind you, and you felt the tips of your ears burning.  Something in your mind was telling you that he was playing games with you, wanting to get a rise out of you and make you sweat.  He was always like this with the others, with you, when it came to his own amusement.  Snide remarks, and jokes under the breath, but they were all harmless in a way.  Yet this time, just in the way he said it and in how he was observing you for your reaction, you didn’t feel like giving him the light of day.

“Fine,” You replied shortly, seeing him grin widely in return.  

“Fine,” he echoed.  But you were already thinking of a great way to teach him how to fight.

By breaking him.

“Druig, I’m not gonna keep going if you’re on the verge of breaking an arm,” you advised him as he was souring off again, his feet planted on the ground and the adrenaline still seeping through his skin.  You could see it, his energy draining him with every round you two were doing.  It was making you want to ease and pull back a bit, but the other times you tried he was pushing you to not hold back with him.  From the very start, he wanted you to be hard with him, which surprised you when you both met up together in one of the smaller rooms in the Domo that was turned into a makeshift training room.

“I don’t want easy, understand?”

“You sure you wanna request that?”

“Yes. Don’t hold back with me,”

“I can do It,” he said to you, but even his voice sounded out of breath with his hair plastered to his head.  You rolled your shoulders, feeling some of the strain yourself since you both were sparring rather hard this day.  It was getting hard for you to find a good spot to pin him down, he was a faster learner and was picking up on questions and punches quickly.  Compared to the very beginning, you would be throwing him over your shoulder within two moves or knocking him off his feet with a swipe of your leg.  He wasn’t quick or light on his feet, he mostly had lead feet and slow hands.  

But if there was one thing Druig would never do, was quit.  

He took every beating and every defeat, his skin would be covered in bruises and his muscles would scream out in strain as the days rolled by.  But he would always show up, you think that he would fold after the first week or two.  Not that you had no faith in him, you did to a certain point.  But Druig was never a fighter by nature, and for him to go against his nature didn’t seem like him at all.  

“I’m not saying you can’t, I’m saying I won’t.” You changed your wording, though now he was giving you an inquisitive look while you placed your hands on your hips.

“Sounds like you’re going soft on me,” he teased to which you raised a brow.

“This coming from you who is about to collapse in exhaustion,” You countered back, though he cracked a big grin.  You knew this was part of his game, using his words as a weapon to try his opponent off.  He did it with Ikaris so many times, along with Sprite when those two would get in a spat.  But now he was trying it with you, and you were trying your best to not let it show.

“You would like to see that, wouldn’t you?” He hummed, maybe hoping that you would smile.  But it was only giving your more adrenaline, to wipe the smirk off his face and to make him eat his words.  He saw your fists at your sides getting tighter and tighter, your legs locking in, and your eyes training in on him.

“Fine, we’ll go one more round,” You replied shortly, Druig’s smirk getting a bit bigger.  Perhaps he thought he got the best rise out of you and was going to win this little game he liked to play. But then again, he must not have known the side of you that you rarely showed the others, only in the heat of battle.  

“You know, softness does look good on you,” He said lightly.  You felt the lick of adrenaline come back over you again from his words, which were trying to shoot you like darts and trying to penetrate you.  But all you wanted to do at this point was shut him up, to somewhat put him in his place with how he was treating you.  There was no doubt you two were friends, but he also knew how to use his words to make himself feel superior.  It worked on Ikaris, on Sprite, and now he was trying to work it on you.

No. Not gonna happen

You made it across the room in a few strides, dodging the first punch he threw out with ease, and threw one back.  The sparring was brutal now, both of you going swiftly and with ease as punches and kicks were being thrown left and right.  Neither one of you were holding back, some cheap shots to the jaw or to the ribs and you dodging everything he gave you.  You did the same with him, noticing how quick he was now and simply not just trying to avoid a punch. 

But he got you in a good enough hold with both of your arms, his own arms wrapped around yours tightly as he was pressed against your side.  You tried to shrug it off one or twice, but he had some strength against him now as he chuckled right against you, almost in your ear.  His body heat longing for yours, his sweat mingling with yours, and simply being this close was enough to make you almost forget the position you were in.  The kind of intimacy that you had with the others being on the ship for so long together, you all had a connection of family and of leaning on one another.  

But this, this was different, this felt like a different kind of intimacy that you never felt before. The kind to make your heart beat a bit faster, to make your head a bit lighter, and that sense of safety being close to him.  But it was odd since he was always there, from the moment you all came to Earth.  Yet now, it felt like a shift.

“I like seeing this side of you, you know,” he said against your ear, making you almost shiver as you were still trapped in his hold, “And to think I got you all soft too,”

You glared.  That did it.

Pivoting with your leg, you pushed it up to be parallel to your body, then pushed Druig a bit to have your foot hit him square in the head as a distract him.  It worked, his grip on your arms loosening slightly but enough to have you move.  Throwing your leg back down as he stumbled from being kicked between the eyes, you know him back with your body and turn to back him.  You knocked him off his feet with your leg within a millisecond, seeing him fall on his back and you perched over him.  Grabbing his arm to pin it down with one hand and the other hand on his neck, right on a pulse point where you knew was his weak spot.

It all happened so quickly, one minute he had you pinned against him and the next he was pinned beneath you on the ground.  But something inside of you snapped, something animalistic and that wanted to prove that you weren’t going to be swayed by him.  You knew your own strength, your own worth when it came to being in a fight, and your ability.  But the way Druig was looking up at you, pinned to the ground and having no way of getting out of it, you saw something in his eyes.  There wasn’t hate, nor was there rage that you won at his own game.

Shock?  Astonishment?  What was it?

“Am I soft now?” You asked, your hand on his neck still soft enough to let him breathe but there was still a grip to keep him in control.  He gulped, you feeling it along your fingers as his blue eyes were searching yours.  Now he was hard to read, which was bothering you now since you felt like you went too far in both kicking him in the head and slamming him to the ground.  But then again, he was keeping his eyes on you.  No longer was he looking at you like some prize, there was another way he was looking at you.  Yet you couldn’t pinpoint it.

“No,” He gasped, not in pain, but out of breath.  Slowly, you were moving your hand away from his neck, right where you were feeling his pulse dancing against his skin and along your fingers.  This was a new sense of intimacy neither of you ever experienced with one another before, and it was fresh and raw and new.  Something inside of you was frightened by this, but it also felt….right. 

You released his arm and his neck, moving quickly to go back up on your feet and holding your hand out for him to grasp.  He was still sprawled on the floor, frozen like he was stuck against the ground, and had his eyes still on you in amazement.  You surprised him plenty of times in sparring sessions, yet this didn’t look like a surprise.  It looked like he was….having an out-of-body movement.

“We’re done for the today, okay?” You asked gently, seeing him finally move his arm up to grasp your hand.  You hoisted him up, seeing him nod his head and still silent as you smiled.  The mood was still tense amongst the pair of you, but it was better than how it was a moment before when you two were tangled in each other’s arms.  

“Come on, let’s get some food,” You said to him, seeing him smile in return for the first time.  It made you feel better to see him smile, not to see him scowl or seem angry with how you handled him. But then again he did ask for you not to hold back, to not reserve your strength to him.  You walked on, thinking he was behind you as you were feeling rather flushed from what just occurred.

You didn’t realize that you left Druig there, speechless with one of his hands reaching up to touch his neck where your fingers were.  You didn’t realize that his mind was turning and wandering to new thoughts, and new feelings.  

You especially didn’t realize that he was suddenly enraptured with you.

The End.

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[softquietsteadylove]

Okay I have two heracles prompts bc I am obsessed and you’ve created an idea monster!!! (I love them so much, mama bear Thena is soooo good and you write it flawlessly) first one is this: what if there’s terrible weather (a storm or blizzard or something idk whatever makes sense lol) and as usual heracles is stressing them out bc they can’t find him! turns out he’s curled up in a corner somewhere trying to brave the weather, so obviously mama Thena and papa Gil have to bring him home with them to save him from the elements. Cue: fam snug time

The storm was like nothing Athens had felt before.

It was a hurricane, although those born and raised called it a cyclone, and attributed it to the gods' displeasure. But now the gods were there in Athens, and could clarify, no: this was not their divine wrath.

Sailors pulled their ships in, the whole city headed to its highest point to avoid flooding. Although they mostly left the citizens to their own devices, Sersi and Phastos did quietly fortify what structures they could, sealing cracks subtly and turning the occasional limestone into a more water resistant granite, just for the storm.

Ajak counted heads. "Is this everyone?"

"For the most part," Ikaris grumbled as he unloaded some of the more stubborn Athenians who hadn't wanted to take the advice of evacuating their homes. "You told us not to do too much."

He had clearly been kidnapping people from their homes to bring them here.

"The orphanage is the furthest structure in town, and they're all here now," Sersi added, gesturing to the women who were tending to the children and their fright. "I think we can seal the doors."

"Wait."

Ajak frowned as Thena - most unusually - raised her voice. The Goddess of War was visibly searching for something, her eyes narrowed. "What is it?"

The blonde lioness huffed, pacing the room in her search. "He's not here."

"Who?"

"That stray?" Ikaris asked, and was swiftly punched right in the jaw for it. He snarled at his passing teammate. "If he didn't come with the others then maybe he was already swept out to sea."

"Ikaris!" Sersi hissed at him.

"Heracles?" Thena even called out, which was above and beyond for her. Plenty turned and looked, bewildered by the Goddess of War mingling in their presence. But she continued stomping through the great hall, her head swivelling. "Heracles!"

"You don't see him either?" Gilgamesh frowned. He was also counting heads, his finger poised and physically pinpointing people as he went. "I saw the rest of the kids come in but I thought maybe he had run straight to you."

Thena's brows were so knotted they weren't likely to come undone until the storm passed. "I had hoped the same of you."

Both Eternals sighed heavily, their chests tight; that meant he was out there in the storm.

"You two are seriously going out there for that kid?" Phastos felt the need to ask, but wisely stepped out of their way as the two Fighters approached the open entryway.

"Don't do anything rash," Ajak advised, which really meant that they were not to bend the natural order of things too drastically. And that included defying the laws of nature for one life, even if it was that of a child.

But Thena looked at Sersi over her shoulder, "seal the walls behind us. If we find him we'll go back to the Domo."

"If you're certain," Sersi replied, and received a nod with such sureness only the Goddess of War could manage it. So, the Elemental Eternal raised her hands to the pillars of the Parthenon. Its open steps shifted and a wall of gnarled coral stood in its place. there was enough to let in air but not so much that the rain could make it past the threshold.

Thena stepped into the rain and wind, already having to squint her eyes against it. "Where could he have gone?"

Gilgamesh held his hand up against the elements, standing by her side. "He couldn't have gotten far."

They set out, doing their best to look around the darkened streets, already rushing with water. It wasn't so much that every road was a river, but they had to wonder what it looked like further downhill. How accurate could Ikaris' snide remark have been?

"We'll find him," Gilgamesh promised, practically having to shout over the force of the winds around them.

Thena's dress and robes whipped in the wind behind her. It took mere seconds for them both to be soaked to the bone, the white clinging to her skin. But she stalked forward, hunting for her prey, or in this case, a cub.

"Heracles!" she belted aloud. Despite it being louder than her usual low, roiling tone, the storm swallowed it up. The clouds blanketed the city with their own rumbling, far louder than one or even two voices.

"Come on out, bud!" Gilgamesh also attempted to shout into the ether. "We'll get you somewhere safe!"

It felt as if they were going fishing for a minnow in the great reefs. It was simply too daunting, too overwhelming to consider searching the whole city.

Gilgamesh turned to Thena. "You should go to the Domo, see if you can see a sign of life or something."

She made a face, which ended up being a weary kind of smile. Because of course he was offering to brave the storm in her place. But she declined his chivalrous offer. "I have to see him with my own eyes."

Gil chuckled, grasping her hand and winding their fingers together. "Don't let go of me. I can't be looking for both of you in this."

Thena squeezed back, communicating through touch that she had no intention of straying from him.

"Heracles!" Gilgamesh called out again. "Wait."

She heard it too. It wasn't the child for whom they were searching, but it was a clear whining--a whimpering. She looked at him. "It's a dog."

Humans liked dogs. And Heracles was always trying to defend the honour of anything that would let him, from a field mouse to complete stranger.

Thena took off running. The rain felt like needles in her skin, heavy and sharp and freezing cold. "Heracles, where are you?!"

"Here!"

It was a tiny little squeak from a whelp of a voice. But she turned a corner, ducking between buildings, away from the main roads. Although the wind became worse, the building facades offered somewhat of a shield against the rain. She shuffled between them, no longer concerned with the water pouring down on her from the roofs and gutters. "Where?"

He needn't have answered. She turned a corner and there he was, huddled under a roof with a mangy stray trembling in his arms. They were both positively sodden and shaking, even seated on the ground where a shallow river was flowing around them.

Thena sighed. The ache in her chest lightened, although his appearance left a different kind of problem to address. She plodded over to him, equally sodden, splashing with every stop.

The boy had his biggest, saddest eyes at the ready for her. "I'm-m s-s-sorry, Th-Th-Th-"

She spared him the attempt, crouching down to him. The dog crouched out of her way as she picked him up and held him against her. He was cold to the touch, but the longer she held him, the more she could feel that warm core that all humans possessed. She rubbed his back regardless of the soaked tunic he wore. "I am here."

He clung to her. "Everyone l-l-left h-him. I t-t-tried to get ins-side with him, b-but all the houses-"

They were all sealed to some extent in preparation for the great rains, leaving two strays outside just trying to get somewhere safe. Thena looked down at the mutt.

The dog yelped as she kicked in the door to the house lending them part of its roof. The animal quickly darted inside away from the thunder and rain.

"He will be fine," she murmured as she turned with Heracles bundled against her. "You are coming with us."

"It's c-c-cold, m-m-m-"

"I know," she sufficed to say. She was also cold, and wet, and wished to be inside. But she tucked the child's head under her chin. "Endure just a little longer."

"Thank all the stars in the sky you two are okay!"

Heracles' trembling lessened somewhat as Gilgamesh wrapped his arms around them both. He was also wet, and also cold, but still warmer than both of them combined. The weight of his mere presence was assuring, like a heavy blanket, or a roof overhead.

Thena closed her eyes, letting both life forms warm her frozen core. She hated the rain, she didn't like being cold, and she had sworn she would never go so out of her way for a human. To protect one's life, certainly. But to search the streets for a little boy's comfort and general well being? That was something she would have left to Ajak or Sersi under any other circumstances.

Gil pressed his lips to her cheek, "are you?--okay, I mean."

"I am," she affirmed for him, relishing his closeness. They parted just enough for Heracles to breathe again, repositioning his face against Thena's shoulder. "He must be warmed."

"Let's go."

For however long it felt it took them to search for him, the walk back with Heracles in hand felt endless. Thena kept her eyes closed, curled around the small form she was carrying as much as she could manage. Gilgamesh walked in front of her, shielding her when the wind felt brave enough to face them head on. He acted as her eyes.

"Almost there," he announced, not that she had any frame of reference.

But she looked down. She had wrapped the sodden cape of her dress around herself and the boy in some form of attempt for warmth. She pulled it away from his face. "Just a little more."

His hair was now the colour of wheat at the end of its life, it was so wet. But the head nodded, choosing not to emerge to look at her. For that, she could not blame him.

Only once aboard the Domo did Heracles emerge. They were all exhausted, watching as the door to the ship closed behind them. The wind and rain drifted away, leaving only the sound of their breathing and the water dripping off them. "Where are we?"

Thena smiled. Humans were never supposed to see the Domo for themselves. To think them gods and deities was one thing, but to truly understand their alien origins was another. There were already hieroglyphics of the Domo in a few of the tombs in Egypt, they didn't need more evidence.

But she walked with Heracles still in hand from the hull of the ship and towards her quarters. "This is how we came to Athens."

The boy offered no notes. He merely took it all in, bewildered and exhausted. He looked at Gilgamesh behind them over her shoulder. "I thought the gods were always in Athens."

"Uh," Gilgamesh tried to think of how he would keep from dispelling the kid's idea of the world. But he patted his head, immediately noting that they all needed towels. "This is how we...came down from the stars."

"Oh," Heracles nodded, completely willing to accept the answer as it was. He wilted against Thena again. "Are you angry?"

"No," she said more softly than even she expected. But in truth, she wasn't, no matter how agitated she had been upon discovering his absence back in the great hall. She adjusted him on her hip. "I am relieved you are safe. That is all."

The Goddess of War had spoken, and that was that.

Heracles found himself set down upon a bed. It was large enough for a grown up but small enough that it didn't seem befitting of a goddess. But he accept the cloth Gilgamesh tossed over his head and rustled his hair with. "Hey!"

Gilgamesh soaked up the child's laughter. "Get dry, pipsqueak. Can't go to bed all damp."

Although, with a mere touch, the Domo was able to warm their room and suck out any excess moisture it detected. Perhaps returning to the comforts of their mothership more often would be in order.

Thena inhaled as Gilgamesh draped a towel around her shoulders, between her hair and her chilled skin. She leaned into him. She preferred him lukewarm and damp to not having him at all.

He pressed a kiss to her cheek, "he's okay. We all are."

"Hm," she acknowledged. She remained close to him, laughing as he angled her behind his form and purring as he unclipped the gold lining her toga, allowing it to drag away from her body. "You thought of everything."

"Told you, can't go to bed like this," he whispered to her as he pulled a dry shirt of his on over her head, even pulling out her hair and braiding it over her shoulder.

She inhaled. The scent of him and the Domo fogged over her senses and made the storm seem like a distant memory. She languished in the feeling of it, pressing her lips to his. He was happy to oblige.

"Now this is all wet too!"

Thena made a face as Gil pulled back. The child was back to being an agitation.

He left her with a final kiss. "You two get warm, I'll find some more towels and change into dry clothes."

"Hm," she offered as a means of telling him he better not dawdle in his mission.

He gave her a grin; he wouldn't dare. He took the towel form Heracles, who was thoroughly mussed but indeed dryer than he had been. "Go on, kid, get all warmed up. I'll be back."

Thena took the liberty of bundling him up in most of the blankets, cocooning him and his dampness in warmth and away from her. Although, once he was properly swaddled, she brought the ball close to her as she laid on her side.

Heracles fussed in his cocoon of blankets. "I want more room."

Thena ruffled his hair, her eyes already closed, head already on her pillow. "Gilgamesh will need room once he returns."

"Hmph," Heracles sufficed, but he did find a position comfortable for himself. Her arm laid over him and he let the warmth of the bed and the scent of the room lull him to sleep. "Will Papa be here when I wake up?"

Thena looked down at the boy. He had always been an orphan, as far as she knew. He had no concept of what having a family was like. Not that she knew what having a family was supposed to be like for a child his age. But perhaps this was a comfort all humans craved, familial or not. She pressed her hand to his hair. "Yes, he will."

[cdragons]

Truce Part 1

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

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

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

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

No matter what Druig implied.

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

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

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

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

No…that was putting it lightly…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Taking a deep breath, he turned to find Druig.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just answer the damn question Druig.”

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

“…It doesn’t make any sense to me.”

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

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

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

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

Druig’s blank stare was almost terrifying.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The silence between the two powerful immortals was stifling.

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

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

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

…What?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck.”

Tagging: @its-actually-minicika, @spacetalbot, @siempre-bucky, @beananacake, @ethereal-athalia

[mvltisstuff]

for whom the bell tolls - p.p

summary: y/n can’t help but take revenge on the person who ruined her childhood. as hard as peter tries, he nor the avengers can stop her.

peter parker x reader

a/n: i rewatched infinity war today so i was in an mcu mood yk :)) i also used a villain name generator so that’s why his names a little funky 😭 ALSO i kinda imagined y/n’s powers kinda like thenas cosmic energy weapons in eternals!!

y/n has had nothing but fury for one man her whole life. the man who lay her mothers body in front of her as she watched her life crumble before her eyes. her home was destroyed, along with her regular childhood.

she was just a normal kid. she played outside with friends on the playground. she talked to them during lunch in school. she came home and spent time with her parents. she hadn’t even hit the third grade before it was turned upside down.

y/n hadn’t seen this excuse of a person since her parents were murdered before her. he never produced the fighters himself, leaving it to his own workers. she remembers the exact face summoning her away and placing her into doom. the experiments were run, and she was forced into isolation from her peers in the world.

nightsiege had been behind the whole matter, the mastermind. he was able to capture y/n at the perfect time, training her to become one of his own army with combat skills and using her own powers.

y/n was fully aware of the life she was missing. she watched the world around her as she could never escape the nightmare. she was supposed to be top of her class, but she was top product of the nightsiege’s manipulation instead.

it wasn’t until the base was invaded by the avengers when receiving their own threat, easily being able to demolish the sources. y/n stood out immensely. she wasn’t running for cover, she was fighting for herself. the team knew she needed help, but they also knew she had too much potential to be a hero. so, they took her back to the compound. they trained her properly in new york, trying to undo some of the trauma impended on her from the siege corporations. pretty soon, she was enrolled into school, easily meshing in educationally but socially was another story.

being completely shut out from the world sets you back. she was awkward, but a sweet soul. she just wanted friends, and the adorable boy came over to her with his friend to sit with her. peter knew what it was like to be an outcast. of course, not the same way y/n was, but he was a friend. yeah, tony had told him to be nice to her, but it meshed into more. she became a true functioning person in society because of peter. he guided her through life, teaching her about things she missed when she was being experimented on. she held him dearly, having nothing but admiration for him. he never once stepped away from her side. he listened to all of her stories, and spent time with her out of school. he became her person, her safe space. peter knows what it’s like to have a responsibility that you didn’t ask for.

peter was completely mesmerized by her abilities, making swords and shields from her bare hands. her defense was incredible, and peter became better from her. y/n opened peters eyes more than by just training. he came to terms that you can do a lot with a little. it doesn’t matter what your background is, because anyone has to power to rescue someone else.

peter vividly remembers the day he asked her out. he was shaking like a leaf all day, may almost having to sedate him. he didn’t want to overstep on her growth, taking note on how far she’s come. he couldn’t hold it in anymore. it felt like something was holding them apart from growing up together, and he needed to say something before it all turned to rust. she eased him quickly, calming all his anxieties with just one kiss.

they spent every day together. weekends and weekdays were filled with school and training and missions. this was one of the days, after school in the training rooms of the compound. they had it all alone, and y/n stood holding pads for peter to punch.

“c’mon, y/n!” he shouts, happily. “stop going easy on me!”

“i’m not going easy on you!” she replies. “trust me, you’d be begging me to stop if i went any further.”

“…that’s what she said,” peter whispers as y/n smacks the pad against his head.

“grow up, spider-boy,” she beams, continuing to let him practice.

the rest of the avengers were in the other room, discussing an upcoming debacle. tony, steve, natasha, and bruce stood around the table, connecting with thor in asgard. “if he hasn’t been to asgard, tony, he’s back to earth.”

“didn’t we go to that department the other day?” nat adds. “y/n was there for that, he could’ve somehow heard she’s with us.”

“because he wants her back. she’s only getting more powerful and he wants to manipulate her more,” steve speaks next, starting to put the puzzle pieces together.

“well, why didn’t the creep come sooner if he knew she was out? he’s only coming because he knows she’s with us,” tony questions.

“nightsiege wanted her to get to her highest level of skill before he started to utilize her. besides, he’s been anti-avenger since the day we formed so we’re the last people he wants her with,” nat tells him. “it’s similar to the red-room. you were used until you were perfect. he wouldn’t even kill her, he’d just torture her further.”

“do we tell her, i mean, i think she has a right to know-“

“no,” steve tells bruce. “she could get hurt or killed if she tries to intervene. it’s best if we handle this on our own, without her and peter.”

“handle what?” peter asks, his soft voice ringing through the room as y/n stands behind him, looking fearfully at the superheroes in the room.

“so he’s only coming back to take me away?”

“basically, yes,” tony says.

“what about the other ones? why doesn’t he want them?”

“they’re not with the avengers, and none of them have the skill set that you have with the powers,” bruce tells her, looking into her frightened eyes, trying to cover up her worry. “and your parents, probably have something to do with it.”

“he killed them, that’s the deal with them,” y/n sits in the chair, thinking heavily about the situation in her hands. “i’m finding him.”

“no,” peter murmurs. “i don’t think that’s a good idea, like at all.”

“the kids right,” tony says. “you’re one of the strongest forces on this planet but you don’t have the capabilities to fully take this guy down.”

a switch flips in y/n, a side of her that she tried to bury away is released. she’s craved revenge and shooting karma his way, but she’s held it in. its been on the tip of her tongue since she watched her parents take their last breath and now it’s right in front of her. peter saw her eyes darken at the mention of him. he watched the bright smile on her face disintegrate away at the thought. a naïve part of him hoped they were past it. the young, innocent parts of themselves prayed that he was gone, never to return. unfortunately, it’s never that simple.

the second y/n ran out of that room and left the compound, they knew they were in for a ride of hell. y/n became like a daughter to them, and friend. they treated her like royalty since they say they found her, often forgetting that she capable on her own since she was so young.

when y/n found herself taking the jet, she knew she could never go back. just leaving the compound meant she was in too deep, and she just hoped she wouldn’t regret it. she was able to track down a secret management base that nightsiege would be most likely to go to. that’s where the all the information is, different from the actually training site.

“y/n’s gone,” tony alerts. “she’s trying to find nightsiege alone, which she can’t do.”

“i’ll check the tracking status on the missing jet,” bruce moves to one of the computers, seeing the new site on the map. “she’s at the info base.”

“damn it, kid,” tony shakes his head, rubbing his eyes. “well, suit up, what are we waiting for?”

peter glances as him anxiously, knowing y/n wants to do it alone. peters always tried to please everyone. if y/n gets mad at him, he’ll get mad at himself and he can’t handle her people being mad at him. peter knows there’s a right and a wrong here, and he senses full jeopardy coming toward y/n. he’s loved her for years, and peter is y/n’s favorite person. so, he goes along with avengers, going to find y/n and her vengeance.

when y/n climbed through the back entrances, she was confronted with pure darkness. the only thing that she could hear was the light whirring of the air and machinery above her. the room was filled with metal pipes and tanks. there were small offices, pitch black with nothing but a white shade in front of the windows. she illuminated her path by using a golden defense baton that was formed from her hands. her footsteps from the thick boots on her feet echoed through the tall ceilings.

when she stepped forward, she felt a bench of buttons and switches in front of her. she pressed the power key, causing a screen to shine in front of her. it contained files and sections of confidential information at the tip of her fingers. as she was preoccupied looking at the words on the massive screen, the noises behind her did not go unnoticed.

“i thought that i’d find you here,” he speaks strongly, chills rushing down y/n’s spine. she never knew that the sound of someone’s voice could make her feel sick to her stomach. “what’s brought you to me, child?”

“i’m ending all of this,” y/n turns, making eye contact with the monster in front of her. he had his own protection on, covered in armor and his own weapons. she points to the screen in front of her, all of the crucial files, including her own.

“you’ll never get those files, y/n. you are not nearly as strong as you need to be. i came to save you.”

“i don’t need any more saving, not from you.”

“you’ve been poisoned by the avengers. they’ve brainwashed you and completely put you in a box. i made you the strongest version of yourself.”

“the worst version of myself was when i was under your control. you’re a weak, weak man who has nothing going for him but a bunch of lame excuses of experiments. you ripped my life to pieces with no remorse.”

his feet slam closer to y/n, his figure coming more into sight as she takes another step backwards. “you’ll never learn, y/n. your parents were never good for you. i saved you.”

flashes of the people who really saved y/n go through her mind. memories of her and peter together are flooding her. every touch, every word, every moment with him. the life she has now is only because of peter. every single part of her wishes he were there to fight this battle with her, but she had to do it alone.

“you’re psychotic,” y/n whispers as he shakes his head with a manic smirk on his face.

“you’re never getting what you want from me.”

“then i’ll get it from your corpse,” y/n spits out at him, shooting out swords from her wrists in milliseconds. she charges toward him, releasing bursts of energy onto his body, forcing him back before he gets up. he runs toward her, grabbing her much smaller body and throwing it against the wall with his strength. she slides down with the shattered glass, picking herself up as he walks over with his knives.

her hand meets his forearm, her leg smashing into his waist, making him buckle over. his grip remained on the weapon, leaving a slash over y/n’s thigh. she grunts out, but is able to form a ring of energy over her hand, connecting it with his throat as she kicks in the back of his knees.

his hand is in defense on his neck, but the power from him brings down chunks of the metal ceilings, falling around y/n and collapsing on top of her.

she forces a shield out of her, shoving the debris off her body and swiftly acting back on the villain. she somehow manages to land an aggressive punch on his face, temporarily disorienting him. his own fist connects with hers, covered in rough metal. her nose dripped of blood, leaving smears along with the cuts and bruises on her face from earlier impacts. her body’s tired, wanting to just leave and give up but never being able to let him win. he would kill her because he’s scared of her. somehow, the thought of him being scared pushed her even further.

the next time she blinked, she saw nightsiege being swept away, a long string of webbing dragging him backward. he was confused by the sticky substance on his back, slicing it off with his smaller knife. when he tried stepping forward again, one of the arrows from clint had exploded, forcing him onto his back before he could even think.

y/n brought herself up, landing toward him as she pushed herself up with the energy. her indestructible knife was no match for his, the two having it out in the middle of the ground. caps shield had come between the two, slicing the blade in half as y/n’s was faded back into her powerful hands. the force from the shield had sent nightsiege back onto the ground on his back. when he leaned up, his knife sliced cleanly across y/n’s stomach, leaving a deep gash into her body. she gasped out in pain, holding her abdomen with her free hand as she wobbled.

another forcefield was spread around them, blocking off the rest of the avengers from them. it was only y/n and nightsiege in the area now. it was up to her to kill him and his plans.

peter banged on the forcefield, pounding his fists while screaming y/n’s name. “mr. stark! we have to get this down! please, y/n!”

“kid, calm down,” he tries to ease the boy in front of him, but also battling his own worries. peters were unmatched. his eyes were glued on his girlfriends injured figure, in agony as she continued to move this guy further into the ground. peter tried to break down the barrier, but it was impossible.

y/n glanced at peter again, and maybe for the last time. she took a shaky breath, smashing more power into him to keep him down. the eye contact with peter was excruciating. she barely wanted to look at him, wanting to just fall into his arms and run away with him. however, just like she knew, there was no turning back.

she formed restraints around nightsieges wrists, tying them to the ground as she stepped over him. a circular weapon with sharp, serrated edges as she moved herself closer to him.

“you’ll nev-never be… a hero,” his raspy voice comes out, leaving a sour taste in y/n’s mouth. she tries to ignore the burning pain throughout her body before she retorts back at him.

“rot,” she says. “in hell,” with severe grit in her voice, she lands the weapon into his chest, robbing his lungs of oxygen and watching his frail body gasp for air. she watched his eyes unfocus, and the sinfulness in his eyes turns to death.

as the barrier disintegrates around her, peter is sprinting toward her. her eyes are staying on the dead body of the man who destroyed her, before they slowly adjust to peter.

“hey!” he says, softly. “y/n, we have to get you help!”

“peter,” she whines, letting herself fall into him as the rest of the avengers move to catch her. peter has her, though, and he doesn’t ever want to let go. “i have to end this.”

“you did, baby,” his hand lands on the side of her face. “it’s over.” she shakes her head no, limping over to the screen and the controls in front of her. with the clicks of a few buttons and the blur in her eyes, every last file is wiped from existence. she can finally say it’s over, and she can believe it at last. before she knows it, her body can’t withstand the pressure of her injuries, letting herself fall to the floor of the building.

next time she is awake, the bright lights of the recovery unit of the compound make her squint. no amount of lights could conceal the beautiful face in front of her, gripping her hand as peter looks like be might doze off himself. she looks around at her body on the bed, covered in thick bandages and wires.

“pete?” she asks, vulnerably.

“yeah, i’m here, you’re ok,” he tells her, sweet as ever in her mind. she smiles at him lightly, his hand brushing the sides of her hair. “you did it, y/n/n.”

“it’s done, peter.”

“mhm, all because of you. you saved more people than i can think of. you’ve always been a hero, y/n. you’re so much more than that too.”

she tries to lean up, wiping the tears off her face to give him a kiss. he realizes her attempt, then standing up to land a soft kiss on her lips. “i love you, peter.”

peter blinks, his heart moving a million miles an hour. they’ve been dating for a while, but somehow this one feels different. watching her inch closer to her deathbed made the three words meaningful than he thought they could get. he loved her too, more than anything in the world. “i love you too,” he replies, almost embarrassingly fast. his hand covers his mouth, causing giggles to leave y/n’s mouth.

“c’mon! she just got out of surgery and they’re making out in the recovery wing!” tony complains, making natasha shake her head with a grin.

“leave them be, tony,” she laughs. “she’s finally free, let him kiss the girl.”

“fine, but,” tony presses the loudspeaker button, his voice coming through the room. “i have my eye on you fools!”

[avengergreekbitch]

Name: Aurora 'Rory' Joyce Byers-Rogers-Barton 

Age: Unknown Chronologically and Physically 

Gender: Female 

Sexaulity: Bisexual 

Pronouns: She/They

Birthday: 21th of March 1997 

Nicknames: 

FlameHawk (Superhero)

Aurora Rogers-Barton (Most Commonly Known As)

Aurora Rogers 

Aurora Barton

Rory (Preferred Name)

Ro 

Arie 

Aura 

Katniss Everdeen 

Sunshine 

Sunny Junior (Mainly by Bucky)

Love,Darling,Sweetheart,Dear,Princess,Cutie,Sleeping Beauty (by Mindy)

The Fighter (by Mike,Lucas,Dustin,El,Will B and Max) 

Nothing (by Troy Walsh,James Dante and their Friends + The Hawkins High School Basketball Team) 

Daddy's Little Girl,Apollo's Songbird,Apollo's Little Brat (by Commodus)

Princess (by Mysterio,Commodus,Caligula and afew others) 

Godly Parent: Apollo 

Legacy of: Poseidon,Bellona,Hestia and Jupiter

Fatal Flaw: Loyalty 

Years at Camp: Same as Annabeth 

Greek or Roman: Technically Both but Mainly Greek 

Camp:  Both but Mainly Camp Half-Blood 

Cohort: Fifth Cohort 

Species: Demigod and Super Soldier Hybrid

Ethnicity: Half-American and Half-Greek

Nationally: Half-American and Half-Greek,Roman

Birthplace: Hawkins,Indiana (Currently Live in Brooklyn,New York,USA) 

Personality: 

Confident,Brave,Charming,Funny,Independent,Compassionate,Mischievous,Sarcastic,Outgoing,Sassy,Creative,Ambitious,Determined,Feminist,Stubborn,Kind,Loyal,Dangerous,Witty,Can Be Violence when She needs to be,Smart,Rebellious,Adventureous,Witty,Sensitive,Dirty Minded,Flirtatious,Tease,Mysterious,Unpredictable,Charismatic,Reckless,Badass,Fierce,Feisty,Bold,Dramatic,Rude anyone who mean to Her Friends or Family 

Positive Traits: Loyal,Confident,Brave,Funny,Outgoing,Creative,Kind,Witty and Smart 

Affiliations: The Scopps Troops,Hellfire Club (Stranger Things),The  Party,The Seven (Making Them The 8),The Core Four (Making Them The Five),The Avengers,X-Men,Thunderbolts (Clint's Version),West Coast Avengers

and The Vent Crew.

Family:  

Apollo (Father)

Joyce Byers (Nee Rogers) (Mother)

Jonathan Byers (Older Brother)

Will Byers (Twin Brother) 

Lonnie Byers (Step-Father #1)

Jim Hopper (Step-Father #2)

Eleven Hopper (Foster Sister/Step Sister) 

Clint Barton (Adopted Father)

Asclepius, Halcyon Green, Lee Fletcher, Michael Yew, William Solace, Austin Lake, Jerry,Austin Swift,David Kushner,Pete Davidson,Jake Antonoff,Timothée Chalamet (Half-Brothers)

Eurydice, Melite, Victoria, Kayla Knowles,Gracie,Taylor Swift,Lana Del Rey,Selena Gomez,Yan,Georgina,Rachel Zegler,Sabrina Carpenter,Jennifer Lawrence,Freya Stark and Kiara Lantsov (Half-Sisters)

Steve Rogers (Maternal Uncle) 

Joseph Rogers (Maternal Grandfather) ✝️

Sarah Rogers (Maternal Grandmother) ✝️

Artemis (Paternal Aunt)

Leto (Paternal Grandmother)

Zeus (Paternal Grandfather)

Love Interest: Mindy Meeks-Martin 

Friends: Mindy Meeks-Martin,Chad Meeks-Martin,Dahila Romanova @thebetterromanova,Nadia Van Dyne,Mike Wheeler,Lucas Sinclair,Dustin Henderson,Eleven,Max Mayfield,Jean Grey,Scott Summers,Ororo Munroe,Taylor Xavier, Hank McCoy,Logan Howlett,Bobby Drake,Marie D'Ancanto,Laura Kinney,Druig,Sersi,Sprite,Kingo,Makkari,Thena,Phastos,Travis Stoll,Jason Grace,Leo Valdez,Piper McLean,Percy Jackson,Hazel Levesque,Frank Zhang,Annabeth Chase,Peter Quill,Wes Hicks,Sam Carpenter,Tara Carpenter,Sam Wilson,Peter Parker,Nico Di Angelo,Kate Bishop,Connor Stoll,Kirby Reed,Liv McKenzie,Kayla Knowless,Will Solace,Austin Lake,Michael Yew,Lee Fletcher,Thalia Grace,Charles Beckendrof,Silena Beauregard,Clint Barton,Mangus Chase,Sadie Kane,Carter Kane,Grover Underwood,Tony Stark,Eddie Munson,Gareth Emerson,Jeff,Steve Harrington,Robin Buckley,Nancy Wheeler,Thor,Hulk/Bruce Banner,Scott Lang,Erica Sinclair,Suzie Bingham,Clarisse La Rue,Ned Leeds,MJ Jones-Watson,Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano,Valkyrie,Calypso,Cassie Lang,Hank Pym,Wanda Maximoff,Pietro Maximoff,Anika Kayoko,Danny Brackett, Amber Freeman (Eventually Enmeies),Ethan Landry (Eventually Enmeies),Quinn Bailey (Eventually Enmeies) and Your Oc?

Parental Figures: 

Steve Rogers 

Jim Hopper 

Murray Baunman 

Clint Barton 

Dewey Riley 

Bucky Barnes

 Natalia Romanova

Janet Van Dyne 

Hank Pym 

Enemies: Luke Castellan (Formally Best Friends) ,Zemo,Hydra,Titans,Monsters,Gaia,Giants,Octavian,Ultron,Chitauri Army,Quentin Beck/Mysterio,Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto,John Allerdyce/Pyro,Josephine Allerdyce/Firehawk,Zemo,Ikaris,Cassandra Nova,Amora/Enchantress,Ava Starr/Ghost,Agatha Harkness,Kang The Conqueror,Nero,Commodus,Caligula,Geta,Caracalla,Lityerses,The Triumvirate Tarquin,Amber Freeman,Ethan Landry,Quinn Bailey,Richie Kirsch,Wayne Bailey,Vecna,Creatures from the upside-down,Loki,Flag Smashers,John Walker,Alexander Pierce,Troy Walsh,James Dante,Jason Carver,Andy,Chance,Other Basketball Team Members expect Lucus and Billy Hargrove. (Probably More)

Weapons: Bow and Arrow,Sword,Dagger,Firelighter,A Gun,Nailed Bat,Fireworks,Switch Blades,Blow Gun a and Kneives Hobbies:D&D,Riding My Bike,Listening Music,Archery,Playing Guitar (Acoustic and Electric) and Ukulele),Watching Moives and TV Shows,Reading,Painting,Drawing and Hanging Out

Languages: English,French,Russian,Greek,Latin,Pig Latin,ASL,Wakandan,Spanish,Turkish,Sovakian,German,Swedish,Arabic,Danish,Icelandic,Hawaiian and Italian

Illnesses: Depression  

Disorders: Anxiety,ADHD and PTSD   

Disabilities: Dyslexia and Dyspraxia

Issues: Trust Issues and Abandonment Issues 

Powers: 

Vitakinesis - is the ability to control and manipulate the healing process.

Injury Sense- Can see the damage the Injury others are in. 

Audiokinesis - is the ability to control the sound waves and music. 

Ultrasonic Whistle - can make a painful ultrasonic whistle that can temporarily stun my opponents, making them clutch their ears in confusion.

Sunburn Immunity - Can't get a sunburn.

Couplets Curse - curse others to only speak in rhyming couplets that can take days or even weeks to wear off. 

Photokinesis- is the mental and/or physical ability to control light. To a greater extent, one could become invisible, concentrate light particles into lasers, and manipulate any part of the light spectrum (ultraviolet, infrared, etc.).

Power Channeling - Can Channel My Power into a object or another demigod by humming even without physical contact. 

Light Rays - Ability generate rays of sunlight.

Seasons Alteration - is the ability to control one or all of the seasons.

Nosokinesis - is the ability to create and control diseases.

Musical Aptitude - is having a natural skill for music.

 Injury Manipulation - Can Transfer Injury's to Others or Monsters.

Understanding Prophecy's - Can Easily decipher and translate the oracles prophecy. 

 Pyrokinesis - is ability to control Fire.

Truth Sense - knows when people are telling the truth or lying. 

Music Manipulation - type of hypnotism or persuasion in which it allows the speaker to convince someone else to do or get whatever they want though Songs/Music. 

Light Travel - to travel to any desired place on Earth although it makes the user extremely fatigued.

Blood Bending - Can bend other’s bloods 

The Curse of Achilles- is a power and a curse that a person can acquire when they bathe in the River Styx.

Legacy Abilities: 

Shapeshifting - is the magical ability that one has to change their age, size, sex, species, facial features and so on. 

Telumkinesis - is the ability to manipulate weaponry

Fire Immunity - immune to any amount of fire and heat. 

Electrokinesis is the ability to mentally and/or physically manipulate and control electric currents and static electricity.

Theme Song: Who's Afraid Of Little Old Me by Taylor Swift 

Other: A Huge Swiftie. Co-Head Councillor of Cabin 7 with Lee Fletcher or Michael Yew or Will Solace (Depends On The Timeline) Acts Emotionless Sometimes. An Anti-Hero with A Dark Side. She is One of The Praetors of the Twelfth Legion with Frank Zhang and Reyna Ramírez-Arellano (There's 3 in Roleplay) (Depends On Timeline) Her Achilles Heel is the small of Her back Her and Percy are The Two Most Powerful and Dangerous Demigods. She share past with Annabeth,Grover,Thalia and Luke . She is on Team Cap in Civil War. She loves riding her motorbike. She got the Scar recently during a fight with Magneto.

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1132: Cuddly Date Night (King of Fighters)

9:45 p.m. at Yabuki's Residence's Living Room........

Leona: Unbelievable~ (Cuddling Under a Blanket With Shingo on the Loving Room's Sofa While Smirking Seductive at Him) Cuddling with the Colonel's daughter at the comforts of your own home?~ (Starts Snuggling Up on Him) How very scandalous of you indeed!~

Shingo: (Chuckles Lightly and Ticklishly by his Girlfriend's Snuggles) Easy for you to say!~ Snuggling up with your cute boyfriend in his own home is a pretty rebellious move on your end, ma'am~

Leona: (Raises an Eyebrow While her Smirk Starts Getting a Little More Wider) You're cute you say?~

Shingo: (Eyes Begins to Widened at the Realization of What He Just Said) Cute? H-Handsome! Handsome. W-What I meant to say that you're snuggling up with handsome, cute- Ah dang it! (Starts Pouting a Little While Twiddling his Fingers) Can we start over? I messed up on a few lines......

Leona: (Giggles Softly) Shingo!~ There's nothing wrong with being labeled as "cute". It's one of many traits I love about you~

Shingo: ('Sigh') I know, but I wanted to sound more cool and rebellious like you did a second ago.

Leona: Well, I'm flattered you think highly of me amd performance~ (Smiles Sheepishly) Though, to be honest, I don't think I have what it takes be an actual rebel.....

Shingo: Same. I'm too chicken to cause trouble on purpose for the life of me....

Leona: (Shrugs) It's seems we're both too pure for this troublesome world I suppose.

Shingo: I don't mind the sound of that. As long as we're in this together.

Leona: (Smiles Softly) Of course~

Shingo: (Gives his Girlfriend a Kiss on The Lips Before Sighing in a Relaxed Manner) I'm so glad I have the day off tomorrow......

Leona: (Frowns a Bit in Worry) I take it your day at work today was stressful this time around.

Shingo: ('Sighs a Bit Heavily') Yeah....Something like that. Rude customers constantly rushing us to get their orders done, I had to break up a fist fight shortly after while having a cup of coffee thrown at my face.

Leona: Oh no. Was it hot and scolding?

Shingo: No, it wasn't fortunately, but it wasn't any less annoying that's for sure. Then after that, some big guy with glasses starts barging into the shop, and rather than order his drink like any sane person here, he instead starts going around demanding us to bring Athena out and give him a Psycho Ball across the face!

Leona: (Genuinely Couldn't Believe What She's Hearing Right Now) Why....couldn't he asked for an autograph instead? That would've clearly been more safer.

Shingo: THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN SAYING!! But when i tried to tell him that and Athena's busy at the moment, he started yelling at me about how I'm just some common slave worker who doesn't deserve to breathe the same air as her, let alone be associated with her establishment to begin with!

Leona: (Forms a Darken Glare on her Face) You don't say......

Shingo: (Quickly Calms Leona Down) N-N-Now hold on, Leona-san! There's no need for you to worry! Really!

Leona: (Slowly Calms Herself Down) Are you sure?

Shingo: Positive! I mean, sure, what he said was upsetting and it almost made me wanna punch the guy, but lucky for him, Malin and Hinako were able to kick him out before another fight happened. 'Thena even went out of her way to make caramel tea to help calm my nerves before it was finally time for me to clock out for the day.

Leona: ('Sighs in Relief') That's good to hear. I'm happy we have to day to ourselves tomorrow.

Shingo: You're off too, Leona-san?

Leona: (Simply Nodded) That's right. Father insisted I take the a day or two off to a change.....(Smiles Softly) And luckily for you, I'm more than willing to spend every moment of with you, darling~ (Starts Snuggling Up on Shingo Some More)

Shingo: (Smiles Back While Blushing) Yeah~ How was your day, Leona-san? I hope it wasn't as bad as mines.

Leona: (Giggles Softly) Don't worry, it wasn't. It went a lot better than I expected it would go actually.

Shingo: Nice! Did anything exciting?

Leona: Not really? I was tasked to train and instruct some of the new recruits in the lower ranks while Ralf and Clark were away to their mission.

Shingo: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise) You did? That's so cool! What did you taught them?

Leona: Only the basics: How to prepare themselves in the battlefield, how to aim and shoot at the target precisely, how to blend in with their surroundings without begin seen by the enemy, and so fourth.

Shingo: Were you nervous?

Leona: A little, but it didn't take too long for me to work up the courage to the take the lead fortunately. It also helps that the recruits were all cooperative throughout the whole ordeal.

Shingo: That's good. Does it feel like something you wanna do again sometime in the near future?

Leona: I suppose, but only when I'm ordered to do so again. I don't think I have the capabilites become a full fledged leader just yet.

Shingo: That's understandable. Leadership takes a lot of work from what I've heard.

Leona: You've heard right. It takes years of building trust and forming a strong connection with your fellow comrades into becoming one. Both qualities I must learn if I were to ever lead again.

Shingo: (Gives Leona a Reassuring Smile on his Face) Don't be afraid to give it your all. I know you'll become a great leader one of these days.

Leona: (Heart Begins to Melt in Genuine Happiness) And I know you'll become even more a stronger fighter than you are now. Which is why we are going to the gym and train first thing tomorrow morning.

Shingo: (Eyes Widened Again) On our day off!?

Leona: (Gives Shingo a Stern, Yet Cute Looking Pout on her Face) Don't act suprise, mister. You know as well as I do that we've been falling behind in our training sessions as of late, thanks to our work schedules.

Shingo: ('Sigh') True. And I have been wanting to try out a few new moves I've came up recently.....Can we go to gym at 10am instead at least?

Leona: I suppose we can do that. But ONLY if you give me more of your loving for the reminder of the night. That's am order

Shingo: (Chuckles Lightly) Yes, ma'am~ (Starts Kissing on Leona's Cheeks)

Leona: (Giggles Ticklishly by her Boyfriend's Kisses) Shingo-Kun, you adorable dummy! Slow down a bit, will ya?~

Shingo: (Stops Kissing Leona For a Second Before Chuckling Some More) What?~ You said it was an order.

Leona: (Starts Calming Herself Down From all the Giggling) I did, I did. But you haven't given me the time to prepare myself yet.

Shingo: Right. Sorry about that. Take as much time as you need, 'hon.

Leona: Thank you. (Takes a Deep Breath Before Smiling Brightly Again) Okay! Now I'm ready~

Shingo: One kissing session coming right up!~

And so Shingo resumes back to kissing Leona on the cheeks, causing her giggle amd smiling even more ticklishly than she did originally under his embrace as the movie they were previously watching, continues to play the whole time.

@tampire

@cyber-wildcat

@albion-93

@theweebmaster31

@thelexhex

[the-firebird69]

Thena Vs Kro - Eternals Final Fight Scene | Sprite stabs Sersi | Ikaris ...

Good I get to hit him several times he's such a blaspheme and a loser remember is the Gods and they're the ones doing it and all this other s*** it's just Billy Hicks and a little boy.. we can see it in his face no surprise and it's about to use surprised he's about to say how does it feel to know you're going to die and I use a split second and he goes away for a little bit and I'm kind of get one this is when this is I think it's after the whole he is possessed he's a loser and ruins everything and very quickly and our friend here doesn't like him in any way and says when he's lizard man he won't be allowed here other mutants are kept off. What do you see that we do see that Camilla comes in occasionally but people have to be here so we don't know how that happens but let's all say goodbye to Trump it's ruined our people I'm kind of the same race and he's a massive fool we had a chance to win completely any fluid

Angelina Jolie

I'm not Julie Williams that's a stupid idiot Trump good God is he dumb

..

We have heard enough from Trump and he's a spaz and idiot a loser and his lizard Man and he's possessed with something else and it's his crew of idiots probably from Avatar and their junkies and they're ruining our day there's a whole bunch of them fighting us and we're using suits and stuff and he won't stop bothering us or trying to do something and it seems to find out exactly where and when all the time with aspire to and it ruins everything we're not going to get anywhere and the max aren't getting anywhere and the guy has to go you couldn't control himself if he wanted to he's always this idiot hack in the movies ruining everybody's stuff it's really strange I look at the movies I do and I'm kind of a jerk and I play things wrong a little but I'm human and I'm doing a character and he says he can't see anything that massively drastically awful but this guy blows his lines are so heavy and he says he's saying things that he said when is really pissed off and trying to use it as an excuse and it's just really raunchy and moronic it makes you mad and now I see what he's saying this guy is a piece of s*** it needs to flushed a long time ago he's Billy Hicks and boy what a Wonder okay you should see him with this guy's like you watch him when he's not near our friend he's just as bad but he's so clueless and he's such a stupid person and he's wired to respond like some sort of half-assed fighter and I've seen it before and clones they do it sometimes but he's just as complete geek and f** and he's terrible who says the closest thing to it is cork when he's squished and really it is something interesting not to be desired they're they're horrible but he's like it all the time he's just complete maniac I will tell you one thing he exposed with an accident but that a huge price and we knew about it and we're ready and we need to figure out what happened for real and it's supposed to divvy it up he wouldn't negotiate so something went wrong and he says he went after people to keep it all and it didn't work and it just was hurting people and making them stupid and but what triggered him to do it in the first place is probably the max cuz they thought they'd take it all and it turns out that having this guy blab the whole time ruined it it goes back to us getting something I'll be amazed that this is a plan he says it's not his in whole but it's part of it cuz he figured out these guys will never let him have anything and they'll just continue pilfering Us in this the max I come in like the tide and go out and nobody will notice that will softly go out into the night like Michelle Pfeiffer says and instead we have a rank as fight and we fight each other and you turn into some kind of dragon mutant kind of weird thing your second fighting but he says you're not as fast as the creature and you're not juiced up and you can't handle the juice so I do understand that and it's still wicked but still I mean you got teeth and claws you don't do anything well we're in suits so it did pretty good considering they're in suits but he says usually a dragon with the just breathe fire and the suit would be gone not gone but the guy would be charbroiled like a what do you call those things corn dog. That's really gross that they don't they don't use the fire that much and he says it probably eats their brain up and I said this wow that's stupid but really gross okay I mean that's way over the top and we don't want to do that but he says the max might be forcing it and who the hell cares as far as we know you have to find out what the damn status is before we come superheroes and screw around forever to see

Brad pitt

So he says to Angelina my wife stay away from me ogler cuz she's looking at him staring at him and he's going with the hell is that and I think you're Angelina near the co-star and Dune 2 and she says no I'm not that small and it wasn't me so I'm wrong again and good she gets the point you can take her out to dinner and your Lambo

And he's expressing Lambo very strongly it's going to lambeau project nobody's interested not even Lamborghini they say they might be if I can't touch it he says that's because it's her company kind of her inventions looks like a spaceship all right we're getting out of here

Yeah you do that you little boy Angelina Jolie

I'm going to tell you something you're cracking the web Brad

I'm running out of paper so we have to print

Zues Hera

Olympus

[bridgetserdocksketches]

possibly my favorite interaction in the whole movie

[impliedstorm]

Thena: Ikaris is on his way.

Kingo: Good, he’ll know what to do.

Makkari: What if he doesn’t? We could get killed.

Gilgamesh: Or even worse, Ajak might give us a lecture on responsibility again.

[jacensolodjo]

Druig's costume design is inspired. Every chaotic neutral (not quite good but not really evil either) person deserves a leather jacket.

[ayjak]

the         crazies        /       crazed       ;       ajak   had  served  in  the  miltiary  as  a  medic  for  fifteen   years  ,   during   that   time   she  met  her  husband   thanatos   and   they   had   their   first   child.     transitioning  into  civilian  life  ,  ajak  worked  at   a  local  hospital.   during  her  shift ,  they  had  brought  in  a  patient  with  a  severe  fever  and  they  were  wild  . . .  acting  crazy.    this  was  the  start  of   the  end  of  the  world.          (     COMMUNITY  IS  CALLED  WORLD  FORGE   )

ajak  is  a  medic  who  is  a  master   tatctician ,  expert  combatant ,  expert  marksman and  polyglot  (  thanks  to  her  years  in  the  military  )

she  leads  a  rather  sizable  community  that  works  together  to  keep  them  sustainable. 

the  only  community  that  has  a   small  plane  with  a  pilot  (  ikaris  )  and  egineer  (  phastos  )  

druig  had  branched  off  on  his  own ,  a  compound   that  works  with  them  @mahdena    * credit  idea  *

there   is  a  rumor  where  a  place  called  ‘  olympia  ‘  has  no  infected.   its  hard  to  believe  but  some  had  left  and  came  back  . .  those  who  did  leave ?  it’s  hard  to  say  if  there  alive  or  dead.

husband   +   daughter   (  status:   unknown   )

celestials  are  some  religious group  =   twd   the saviors 

[redheadspark]

Ascend

A/N - I got an idea for this one shot from a TikTok I saw that showed, drones flying through beauty oceans and scenery. I hope you like it!

I was inspired to write this to the song Runaway by AURORA. I highly advise you listen to the song as your read this!

Summary - Druig's curiosity leads him to something that would change his life forever.

Warnings - A small hint of Angst but mostly fluff!

If there is one thing Druig loves, it's a good mystery.  

The mystery of the human race, for example.  He was always curious about the fragile and yet ever-evolving species, from the moment his eyes opened in the Domo so long ago.  The humans were always intriguing, infuriating when it came to conflict, filled with joy and soul that would stretch out and be boundless like the sea, and yet there was always more to learn from them.  It seemed to be like he was peeling back layer, after later, and finding more and more things about the humans that entranced him.

But it wasn't just the humans that were a mystery to him: his fellow Eternals were also.

No matter the years they spent together, Druig would find things to question about each of his Eternal Family.  From their Leader Ajak and her blinding allegiance to Arishem to Ikaris and his cockiness in needing to be second in command constantly.  Even Sprite and her moods and the sarcasm that was laced in her rants, Druig kept learning new things from each of them.  Some of them are shocking, like learning of Kingo's favorite snack. Or memorable, like how Gilgamesh was light on his feet and knew how to dance well.

But with you, you were a genuine mystery to the Mind Controller. 

You were someone who could fly, just like Ikaris, thanks to the use of the element of wind on your side.  Being able to bend the wind to your will to have you fly amongst the clouds and cut through the sky above you.  You were just as fast as Ikaris, if not faster, and with the Eternal's strength on your side, you were a fierce fighter against the Deviants.   

Off the battlefield, you were more secluded than anything.  Not that you were a loner, but you weren't a social butterfly either. Druig would see you sneak off on your own from time to time after a meeting or during a feast that the humans would hold for the Eternals, slipping out the door without anyone else noticing your absence.  Perhaps you were no fan of feasts, much to Druig's amusement since most of the others were fans.  Or maybe you didn't like a massive social gathering, which could make sense to Druig since they were mostly rowdy to begin with.  

Druig was kind to you, he made sure to be kind to you.  He could tell you had a good heart for the humans and cared for the planet.  You reciprocated that kindness back to him, you two would chat every once in a while and were courteous to one another. There was always mutual respect, and Druig's curiosity and intrigue with would only grow over time. 

"She likes to be alone," Then explained to Druig once when he asked casually, seeing you once again make your way out of the Domo right after another meeting that Ajak conducted.  Druig has been puzzled where you were going off on your own, it was festering in his mind for the past month or two.  Ajak never reprimanded you when you exited, which made his curiosity spike even more.  So Druig went to the only other Eternal that you would talk to: Thena.  

"Some of us strive to be in the spotlight," Then explained, gesturing to Kingo across the way in the Meeting Room who was conducting a story with some of the others who were listening on batted breath, "And there are others who need a moment of peace,"

"I take it you're the latter these days?" Druig asked with a smirk, Thena quietly laughing as she shoved her shoulder against his own.

"As of late, yes.  But with her," She explained, mentioning you to Druig, "She prefers to have some peace and wait sometimes.  Especially with us all together," 

Makkari was in the same boat as Thena when Druig asked her the same thing about you.  Druig and Makkari were close, very close, but Druig also knew you were close to Makkari as well.  Makkari was close to everyone on the ship.  There wasn't a being on The Domo that would rub Makkari the wrong way, including you.  So Druig had to ask the Speedster about you. Who gave him an amused look and huffed at him as she popped some fruit in her mouth while sitting Indian Style on top of Phastos's lab table.

"Leave her alone," She warned him with her fingers as Druig cocked a row at her, "The last thing anyone needs is a moody Mind Controller spying on them,"

"I'm not going to spy!" Druig rebuked and signed, Makkari raising a brow at him unconvinced as Druig kept going, "Haven't you ever wondered where she would wander off to?"

Makkari paused, her face seemed unchanged as she held up three fingers to sign the word "No". Before she could sign anything else, Phastos walked into his lab and saw the speedster sitting on top of his chest.

"Off of my desk, NOW!" He yelled, Makkari spewing off within a mili-second with a laugh on her lips as the papers flew in different directions.  

You were still on his mind, the possibilities of locations you would sneak off to would flood Druig's mind, even late in the night when he would try to sleep.  It was itching at his brain, the need to know a pinch more about the mysterious Eternal was gnawing at the back of his mind and it was growing by the day.  He knew enough about it, up until this point.

He wanted to know more about you.  Plain and simple.

He finally went with his gut one summer afternoon, the Eternals were sharing a meal at the Domo. The day was already busy, taking on at least 2 Deviants that were out in the North.  You went to fight beasts with Ikaris and Thena, leaving the others behind in the city in case the Deviants would come near the humans. But you all were sitting together for dinner, chatting together about the events of the day.

Drug was seeing you sitting across from him, talking to Sersi and Thena at the same time about the Deviant fights.  Although he couldn't hear the entire conversation arm his spot near Gilgamesh and Kingo, he could tell from the look on your face you were showing in how you were re-telling the story.  He had no idea if it was the glimmer of light that shined over your head to highlight your hair, how the fluid motions of your fingers almost made it look like a dance as you were recounting every moment with your friends who wrestle listening on bated breath. 

But something shifted inside of Druig that scared the shit out of him.

No one has ever made him feel like this, not even Makkari.  You were the very first being to make Druig second guess his feelings.  He was always sure in all his choices, never needing to pause and rethink something concrete in his mind.  Whether it was his own beliefs and Arishem and the outlandish philosophy the Celestial had, or the ever-evolving human race that seemed to be more important to Druig than ever before.  His foundation was never moved or never once shifted, until now.

Until you.

Druig saw you walk out of the Meeting Room a month later, making that his opportunity to follow you since there would never be a better time.  He moved before anyone else in the room noticed, though Druig was not fast enough to be avoided by Makkari, who grinned at the sight of the Mind Controller chasing after you.  Although she warned him about giving you space and not chase after you, she still thought of it as cute.  

Something she could use against her best friend down the road whenever he would get cheeky on her. 

Druig kept his ongoing distance behind you as he was watching you walk along the dirt path, your eyes were dead head with no signs or indications that you knew you were being followed.  You had a pep in your step while you strolled along the path, something that was new for Druig to see.  Not that you were. A killjoy, you did smile and you enjoyed yourself from time to time.  But this,  seeing you almost glide as you went through the forest, your hair swaying in the wind and your limbs loose, Druig was taken aback by the view.  The last thing he wished to do was break that spell as he kept his distance and remained on your tail.  

The walk itself was a good 15 minutes, cutting right through the thick trees and amongst the pristine foliage.  Druig caught on that you were heading to the cliffs that overlooked the sea, a gorgeous view that was far enough away from the city but still close enough by walk. He's gone to the cliffs only a few times, not being able to go constantly since he was busy helping the humans.  But seeing the bright blue ocean in front of you, past the tall pine trees and the sweet smell of the ocean mist coming through the branches. 

Finally, you broke through the last line of trees into the opening that was in front of the cliffs, massive cliffs that were towering over the beach below and casting a shadow over some of the rock formations that were in the ocean waves.  It was such a view to see, Druig losing his breath himself as you were walking along the grassy ground before standing a few feet away from the edge of the cliff.  You were still then, though your hair was dancing in the wind as your backside was to Druig. He stayed along the tree line, his eyes on you to see what you were going to do next. 

He saw your shoulders droop and relax within seconds, no longer hunched up or stiff like they would be most of the time.  Your entire body was loose and calm, nothing making you stiff or rigid.  The way you stood even was calm and relaxed, and Druig could see you take a few deep breaths to perhaps breathe in the ocean air.  He watched on bated breath as you took another step towards the edge. 

Druig started to feel a hint of concern then, knowing full well you were an Eternal who could take care of herself.  But then again, being that close to the edge, it was sending off warning alarms in his mind.  Why was he panicking over you?  You knew how to fly and the last thing you would ever do was fall from a slip.

But your toes were on the edge, and you simply leaned forward and you fell.

Druig bolted out from the forest, his mind going on overdrive and his heart falling to the stomach.  There was no way he was imagining what he just saw, it could not be a trick of the mind.  You simply fell over the edge, almost like you were in a trance of sorts and you were no longer in sight.  What drove you to do that?  Why would you do something as insane as this?

But as soon as he slid to a halt in front of the very spot where you descended, he was shocked at the sight in front of him.

You were actually flying, but in a way he's never seen before.  Your arms were along your sides, out barely like they were a small pair of wings as you were weaving in and out of the massive rock formations, making it look so smooth like a dance or even water.  Like the very water that you were flying over, almost like you re morphed into a bird.  Druig was speechless, watching in fascination and awe as you were flying all around the coast.  Zipping through the holes in the rock formations, hovering over the top of the ocean with the water barely touching your armor, and with a massive smile on your face.

He saw you fly in combat, you were swift and smooth in how you would soar and dip and gain speed.  But you had to be quick.  Here, amongst the water and rocks, you were slower and almost at ease.  A rolling sensation as you were ascending and descending, like the waves themselves.  Druig could only watch with wide eyes how you were both embracing the wind around you to guide you and carry you, and drink in the very notion of nature to shut everything else out around you.  

The sun danced in your hair, along with some of the spray of the ocean along your skin to make it glisten, your armor shined from the light and the reflection of the water as you were making your flight patterns with your eyes closed.  You must have flown out here so many times you knew when to turn or where to shoot up or down with no need to look.  

Druig realized what it was: you were free.  Utterly free.

He was never free with his mind-controlling, he never felt like he was.  He would always use his powers on the humans to help him or make them safe, also sensing and reading the minds of others.  But he had to use them for others, not for himself.  Not that he would complain about it, he would do it in a heartbeat for the fragile species that they swore to protect.  But there was never a moment that he could simply turn his mind off, let it be at rest.  He wanted it, so badly he wanted to rest his mind and rest what was crawling in the part of his brain.

Seeing you free, beyond free, he was envious.  

Minutes came and went, you clearly had no idea Druig was watching you, nor was Druig caring he was out in the open and watched you in adoration and utter amazement.  It seemed like time stood still for the both of you, nothing else mattered and nothing else needed your attention.  Druig finally sat down on the edge of the cliff, his feet dangling and his hair flicking in the ocean air as his eyes were trained on you intensely and with love laced there as well. 

Druig suddenly realized that he could watch you fly for hours on end and not lose focus or have any boredom. His heart flickered against his chest and his pulse quickened, a sensation he never had before on Earth.  Nothing else excited him or made him smile, he would turn away any kind of earth possession or substance that could substitute.  What he was feeling, and experiencing, seemed more organic and pure.  All from watching you be free in your skin, being free and sensationally beautiful in his eyes.

It hit him sideways, he was in love with you.

You flew up along the cliffs, up in his direction and you finally saw him. Gasping, you flew past him, the force enough to make him fall on his back onto the grassy floor and look up in the pink and purple sky with a gasp on his lips and his eyes wide.  You landed instantly, standing right above his head and perching over him with your head tilted at him and your hands handed at your side.  Druig saw the look on your face, shocked mixed in embarrassment.  Your hair surrounded your head like a halo, hiding you from the world as Druig blinked at you.

"What are you doing?" You asked out of breath, some anger in your tone as Druig found his voice.

"I was—" he was about to say when you huffed.

"Watching me?  When I wanted to be alone?!" You asked, interrupting him as you clenched a fist at your side.  Druig could see how hurt you must have been, needing this time alone and it was taken because of him.  Seeing that anger with a mix of pain in your eyes as you spoke again, "I wanted to be alone, Druig,"

"I...I know," he replied, sitting up and turning to face you thought you were on your feet and he was still sitting on the ground, "I was curious as to where you were going every night,"

"You were looking to pry," You countered, Druig hearing the bite in your tone as he flinched as you glared, "I don't want anyone to pry with me and follow me here!"

You turned on your heel and walked away from him to head back on the worn that would go back into the forest.  Druig's heart dropped, the spell you were once under that was free and open was long gone and was filled with bitterness.  He knew it was his doing, and he wished to fix it as he scrambled to his feet to go after you.

"I didn't mean to pry, you know!" He called out to you as you were still walking, "I was merely curious is all since you go off on your own every night,"

"It's for a good reason," You replied over your shoulder, "Not that you need to know the reason,"

"You're right, I don't," he agreed, "I don't need to know the reason at all.  But you should know that what I saw just now was beautiful.  Beyond beautiful….and you looked like—"

You whirled around, eyes wide at him with some anger flickered in your eyes as you stared into his blue eyes, "Like what?!"

"An Angel,"

You stood still, looking at him with softer eyes now as you both were standing in front of each other mere feet away from one another at the very edge of the forest.  Never once in your time on Earth did you hear something like that about your Eternal Ability.  It touched deep, in the darkest corner inside of you that you never shared or rarely showed.  It made you release all of your breath as Druig kept his eyes on you.  His bright blue eyes you always admired and wished you had.  The same eyes that saw through the flaws and pain of others and never once judged them.  

"I know Angels are a thing amongst humans and their religions," Druig explained, taking another step towards you since he saw you were not walking away from him anymore, "Angels are pure beings, filled with happiness, and are rare beauties.  I…I think that's you when you fly,"

Your heart swelled from what he proclaimed, your ear burning red at the tips.  Druig was always truthful in what he would say, maybe sarcastic or aloof, but he would never lie.  You hearing that from him, in such a truthful manner and with softness laced there too, it made you look at new in a new way as well.  

"I…I fly like Ikaris," You tried to reason with him since it felt like your flying was nothing really special to be praised for.  Druig shook his head at the mention of Ikaris, almost disgusted by the comparison as you were still gazing at him in disbelief.

"He flies like a machine," Druig explained, taking another step to him as he searched your eyes.  He was finally close enough for you to see the blue specks in his eyes and for him to see the freckles on your nose, his fingers reaching down to lace yours with his with gentleness like you were made of glass, "You fly like an Angel,"

You both watched each other for a few seconds, not letting each other go.  You drank in what he said, never once hearing something like this or any of the others, or anyone in that general.  It moved you, truly moved you, since you felt like you had to hide how you wished to fly all this time. But for Druig to see it, and admire you in how you wished to soar and glide with no sign of negativity, you finally smiled.  Druig smiled in return, then cleared his throat and looked down for a moment at his boots.

"I won't tell anyone else where you go, I won't do that to ya," he explained, you watched as he shifted on his feet and still looked at the ground, "And…I won't come back out here if you don't want me to—"

"Druig," You hummed, Druig's eyes going to yours instantly and you saw the smile still etched on your lips.  This close, he saw so much warmth on your face, heard it in your tone, and felt it in your hand that was still holding this.  You looked like an Angel then, the sun setting though still radiating off your face and armor as he felt like his heart skipped another beat.  

"I…I don't mind you watching me," You reasoned, Druig's eyes widened as you kept going, "You're beyond kind to say such things about me—"

"Truthful things," he interrupted as you nodded.

"You wouldn't lie, and I know you won't say anything, to anyone," You went on, Druig nodding in agreement as you spoke again, "And….I don't mind sharing this place with you if you wish to come out here.  As long as it's between us, just us.  Deal?"

For you to offer him your sacred place, a place no one knew or wouldn't never dare to find, it moved Druig in more ways than he could ever imagine.  He knew what it was like to have a place to be at peace, to not be guarded in, and he felt honored that you were willing to share that small piece of yourself with him. 

"Just us," he repeated, your smiled growing, and he felt his heart burst all over again from your smile.

That cliff would be sacred to both yourself and Druig from then on out for the next 2 years you were there.  

You both would escape there almost every night, walking side by side and talking about the day and all that happened.  It was nice to have another person to talk to, at least for you, and Druig would sit on the cliff's edge as you flew.  Knowing that he as kept an eye on you as you were soaring and gliding, weaving in and out and dancing amongst the wind, your little world was a pint bigger now.  Druig loved watching you fly, fly in such a way that seemed so open and bare.  

It moved him the most that you were flying that just for him, no other audience present.  He would watch you for hours and hours on end, some days were joyous and you were speeding with ease.  Other days were hard, you were still with grief or stress.  You would escape to that place and simply fly to be out of your mind so to speak.  

Druig would feel the same, needing to be out of his head or cry from not being able to help the humans.  One night, months later, you stopped flying to see him weeping on the cliff with his head in his hands.  It scared you, wounded you even since you never saw him cry in such a way before.  This was not the Druig you knew, who would make you laugh or smile from his jokes or make you think about the humans so highly.  

So you flew to hover in front of him, gathering him in your arms as he cried in your embrace.  

You both fell in love with time, centuries coming and going but your love was never fleeting.  You found new places to fly when you would move to another part of the planet to hunt Deviants, Druig right behind you to watch you be free.  Having that time with Druig, away from others, was what you craved every day.  Even sharing your first kiss with you hovering in the air and Druig on his tiptoes to try and kiss you a bit bolder and for a pinch longer.  The first kiss, his hand on your jawline and a smile against yours was just as thrilling as flying in itself.  You pulled away as he tried to chase your lips, you laughing as you flew up in the sky in bliss and Druig watching with adoration and affection in his eyes.  

You both grew to accept one another and never let the other go, even when he fled from the family in the Amazon after witnessing a Genocide.  You went with him, realizing he was the other half of your soul and you couldn't survive without him.  Those first few years were hard for the pair of you, being away from the family you've been with for centuries and attempting to protect a village of humans.  Wars and famines, life and death, it was all wrapped in one for you two to navigate.  Especially Druig, who would fight tooth and nail to keep those humans alive.  But he did, and you loved him all the more for it.  

Just like before, he would watch you fly and dance amongst the tops of the jungle trees, considering himself lucky to have someone like you love someone like him.  

And now, years and years later in South Dakota, right after the near Emergence and with the world safe you were sitting on the rooftop of Ajak's farmhouse, watching the scattered stars on the black sky in silence.  You were thinking of Ajak and Gilgamesh and how you missed them, you were thinking of Ikaris and his betrayal against the family, and you were thinking about your husband and how he was almost taken away from you.  

Druig found you there on the rooftop, after discussing with Phastos and Thena with what would come next.  He knew you needed time away from all that happened, that time alone.  Everything within the last several hours seemed so fragile and frazzled, all over the place, and for you to have your alone time was essential.   He crawled out of the open window and sat next to you, wrapping you in his arms You tucked your head against his own as he rubbed your arms.

"Don't ever scare me like that again," you muttered to him as he kissed your hair, "I can't be in this world without you,"

"I would never dare," He vowed into your locks, "We are meant to be together in this life. You're my Angel, remember?"

His pet name for you ever since he used that term on you centuries ago.  He would use it casually during his day to say actives or chores just to make you smile, or privately when you would be in bed and he would bring you to the brink of pleasure. To him, it was more just a pet name.  It was who you were to him: pure, filled with happiness, and a rare beauty.

"I'll always be your Angel," You vowed in return.  And as he let you go flying amongst the stars high above him, Druig was inwardly glad that he followed you that day.  His curiosity led him to years of blissful happiness and joy.  His intrigue led him into the arms of someone who saw him as more than a Mind Controller.

He watched his Angel fly with ease, a big smile on his face.

The End.

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[thunderomanoff]

love how thenamesh is both

favorite ship dynamics:

1) soft, sweet, basically married, just haven’t admitted to themselves or each other yet.

2) Person A is emotionally a skittish feral cat and person B has to gently “pst pst” them into a relationship

[lebhetyse]

There's something about The Eternals credit scene that has me flying every time - every. time. - I think about it and it's --

We all know Druig has learn how to fight for himself, after 7000+ years and five centuries on his own in the Amazon rainforest, but. Put him in a room with Thena and Makkari and he will automatically fold back into 'fighting skills? I don't know her.'

My man was happily eating, blissfully unaware of their ship being boarded because he probably knew perfectly well that his beautiful beautiful Makkari and the goddes of war that conveniently is his sister could and would take care of whatever idiot thought it a good idea to attack them.

Like. Thena and Makkari felt something wrong even before Harry Styles made his Drammatic Entrance™ while Druig was just standing there, confused, because he didn't need to be on high allert when the fighters of the family are with him.

All in all, I think it's really sexy of them.