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redrydersrequiem · 1 year ago

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Golden eyed phantom ch 1

Pairing Druig x reader

Rating explicit 18+ only minors ageless blank and non unadapted blogs will be blocked.

Plot: phantom of the opera au

Warnings: Some smut (im still learning how so go easy on me) fingering, dream sex, mind control but not dark)

The opera de popular was one of the crown jewels of paris, a place where dreams and nightmares can become a reality. It’s also where young (y/n) (l/n) found themselves living after the untimely death of their only living relative, their father.With no living family and no prospective husband (y/n) would have been homeless if not for Madame Ajak,the kindly dance instructor of the opera and a dear friend to the girls late father.

Madame Ajak became the mother you never knew, kind, caring, always able to cure any physical ailment that seemed to bother her or anyone else, with Madame came Sersi. She was another girl that had grown up in the opera. Madame Ajak was unable to have children of her own so she adopted Sersi when she was just a baby. The young woman was only a few years older then (y/n) and the two became fast friends. Sersi showed you the ins and outs of the opera house, really the ins and outs of Paris. Many times she would take you out and about to learn about your new home and everything in it including the rest of the people that would make up your new family. The first members you met came in the form of Gilgamesh and Thena.

Gilgamesh was the chief of security for the opera house. He was a giant boulder of a man well built and very intimidating at first glance, that is until he smiles at you and turns into the giant teddy bear he is. Always making sure all of us are safe and sneaking in baked goods every now and then. You wouldn’t know just from looking at him but he was an amazing baker, especially his pies they were to die for. With Gilgamesh came his partner Thena,she was gorgeous a goddess without even trying. She was the stunt, fighting and weapons expert for the opera and many other production houses in Paris. Many people thought she was a model but the mere thought made her grimace, “Why would I want to be a model and have to care what everyone thought of me?” Even though she had a tough exterior she was also very kind in her ways. Thena was determined for all of us younger girls at the opera to be able to protect ourselves, teaching everyone basic self defense and warning signs and so on and so forth. She was truly a ferocious mama bear if she wanted to be, to you she just became a protective aunt.

Next up was, without a doubt, your favorite trio, Phastos,Sprite and Makkari. All three worked backstage, keeping the opera house running as fabulously as it does. Phastos was the head engineer/ prop master. If something needed to be built he was the guy, his creations awe inspiring, some looking as though they had come straight out of the future, but he was still humble enough to answer any questions you or anyone had about the devices. Alongside Phastos worked sprite. She was young that was undeniable but boy was she talented, A true artist she was the head set designer and painter. Everything she created was so stunning you couldn’t even tell it wasn’t real. While Phastos was somewhat humble, Sprite was spunky, quick witted and sharp tongue when wronged. She halted being looked down on because of how young she looked and would lay into anyone who belittled her.

Makkari was a completely different story, even though she was deaf that did not stop her. Always with a kind smile on her face she ran around helping pull everything together. She was the resident lighting and stage hand always in the right place at the right time, almost like there were seven of her. When she wasn’t working she would be in the shopping district, dragging (y/n) with her to oogle all the shiny and sparkly Knick knacks, all the beautifully colored fabrics and imports coming in. In fact that's how Kingo was introduced.

Kingo was a fashionista, a real eye for how to make everyone look their best with one look.he was the opera's resident costume designer / understudy. Kingo dreamed of being on stage; he knew all the words, all the songs, everything, but sadly his time in the spotlight had not yet come. Everyone always reassured him his time would come, in fact you would always run lines with him whenever he was feeling down, he was over the top dramatic for sure but so entertaining. Probably the only thing more entertaining was picking on him with sprite and makkari. His reaction to the twos joke always brought a smile to your face, and was almost a bonding experience with the other girl.

During the day there was enough to distract you from your sullen thoughts. In particular the formation of a new found family, always there to relieve you of your boredom and loneliness but at night it was a different story. About a month after you had arrived you sat in the opera's small chapel, lighting a candle for your fathers soul. You guess your gentle weeping is what brought forth the angel's song, but all you really remember is the gentle glowing gold of the candles or at least you think it was the candles but you didn't really care as the feelings of calm wash over you with the soft timber of the angel's voice. At night or really whenever you were alone the angel would speak to you. Teach you the ways of the opera house and the music that went along with it. He was a mystic presence, always there but never in reach.

He invaded your whole life, when not learning from him at night your dreams started turning to him.

It would start with his voice, hearing it in your head as you drifted to sleep, the scene would change to a candle lit backdrop, soft smells of vanilla fill the air, a dreamy feeling wanders around you, then you would feel hands wrap around you. They were strong, long fingers as they wandered up and down your frame. You dare not turn around not wanting the feelings he provokes from you to end too quickly.

You watch as those glorious hands gently slide up your leg taking your thin night shift with them until they reach your core. A branding iron of heat in eloping you as he probes you. Fingers lightly playing with your clit as his lips caressed your ear, words ringing through your very soul it felt

“My beautiful beautiful muse, I've waited so long for you. I’ll never forget the day I first heard your voice, it was like hearing a blessing.”

You couldn’t even articulate words to reply to him shivering as hard as you were from merrily his touch.

“I can not wait for the day you truly belong to me. Mind. Body. And soul”

You feel his fingers stroking in tune to his words. Marking his point deep within your walls, but before you are able to climb to the peak a loud ringing sounds from beside you

“Ignore it”

You try of course but the ringing doesn’t stop. With each ring the scene around you shakes, deteriorating back into the blackness that waits behind your rapidly opening eyes. You sit up in shock, eyes trying to adjust to your bedroom as your alarm rings beside you. Your body still shivering from the after effects of the dream you just had.

Five years had passed, under your teachers guidance your gift bloomed but the only people you would even attempt to try to sing for would be your new family, and that was only light humming. The dreams became normal as well. Usually they happened after working with your mysterious and gracious master. You never learned anything more about him. All you knew was his voice but the one in your dreams seemed to evolve.

First was his hands and then his arms then his legs,his back,even a head of dark brown hair. But never his face. It was starting to vex you honestly, every time waking up from the pure euphoria of those dreams too have reality slap you in the face of how lonely you felt. Not that your new family did not appease your heart, in fact being with them was as natural as breathing. To be honest you couldn't describe what was wrong with you, all you could summarize it as was that it felt like part of you was missing.

A week after your 24th birthday the new owners of the opera appeared and with them came someone familiar.

“Listen up everyone!” Mr Richard's the old owner calls to everyone, all of us currently gathered on the main stag rehearsing the latest show

“I would like to introduce the new owners of the opera Monsieur Nelson and Monsieur Murdock.”

Everyone claps all clambering around to get the best views of the two young owners. You had to admit neither were horrible looking, you thought it was interesting for a blind person to want to buy an opera but it made sense to, even if he couldn’t see the performances, listening to them was the next best thing.

‘Thank you all, thank you we are both very happy to start our adventures in the arts.” Mr Nelson started “We would also like to introduce our generous backer Count Ikaris de solar.” Finished Mr Murdock to when a handsome brunette stepped onto stage to everyone’s approval and applause.

“Ikaris?” You gasped out as everyone continued to clap and awe over the count

“Do you know him (y/n)?” Sersi asks confusingly

“Yes, we knew each other as children. We were somewhat close before his family moved away, I can’t believe that's truly him.”

Before you get another word in, a loud clearing of the throat silences everyone. Mademoiselle Ayesha and her pompous son Adam, step through the crowd in their fine costumes. The madame was the current lead soprano for the opera even though you thought she couldn't sing for shit. Her voice was almost as grating as her attitude towards everyone. Sprite assumed the only reason she was given any parts was because of her stupidly wealthy family and late husband. But you choose not to comment on that. The woman stands there covered in gold and signals to the maestro to start at the top of her aria once more

Oh no she's starting again Sersi says from beside you already getting ready to cover her ears. In fact you can even see the housekeeping staff in the audience stuffing Cotton in their ears. The woman doesn’t get but a few lines in the aria her screeching tone ringing through the stage before the rolled up backdrop above her comes crashing down. The light but sturdy fabric lands on top of the soprano pinning her belly flopped to the stage floor to the shocks and screams of everyone around.

They rush to help the woman up but the damage to her pride is too great. She starts screeching about all the previous accidents directed at her, of all the misfortune and indignity that has befallen her and how she will not stand for it any longer. Mr Murdock simply stands there letting the scene unfold as Mr Nelson loses his mind along the diva as she. Stomps her heel gathering all her things, her son and their people and promptly leaving

The new owners were in a tissy (mostly foggy) wondering how they are supposed to open tomorrow with no star. How this whole adventure is now wasted. Madame Ajak promptly interrupts, saving Mr Nelson from a full melt down, handing the duo a dark black envelope with a giant red wax seal on it.

“Where did that come from?” You ask Sersi

“That confirms it then, It must was the phantom”

“The phantom?”

“Have you honestly not heard the others talk about this?

“No?”

She just shakes her head at you before filling you in on the details

“He's a mysterious person, some say he’s a ghost, others a demon but no one knows for sure. They say he's been here forever always making his presence known. In fact the previous owner used to pay him a monthly wage just to appease him, that and that box number 5 be kept empty for him whenever he wishes. Everything was going well but this past couple years he has gotten a little more devious.

“Why?”

No one really knows, and everyone’s afraid to ask or look around afraid they’ll never be seen again.

Before you can ask sersi more your name is being called.

“(Y/n)(l/n) can do it.”

What?” You had missed the conversation between the two new owners and Madame Ajak

One of your dances can replace the star diva from the past 5 years.? Your sure about that?

“Foggy why don't we give the girl a chance”

“Matt this is doing nothing for. My nerves

You stand there like a deer in headlight hoping you could somehow slip to the back and out of sight but Sersi sees you growing anxiety and gently but firmly directs you towards Ajak.

Madame gently took you from her daughter and lead you to the center of the stage

“Madame what,,,,but,, I,,,”

“It will be alright dear. I've heard you practice these last couple of years when you sneak off at night, and i know your teacher has taught ypu well”

“My teacher?”

Ajak just gives you a knowing look before she turns towards the maestro and nods at him leaving you standing there as everyone watches.

You hear quiet cheer from stage left where your little opera family all stand giving you thumbs up and right smiles, trying to ease your nerves, though it doesn’t really help, it's not till you look up towards the grand chandler that that gentle calming glow envelops your senses once more.

“From the top of the aria mademoiselle”

The band picks up and the music begins to play

To be honest you don't remember much after that. It was a whirlwind of activity. Being swept off stage and quickly fitted into costumes, stage managers telling you where you need to stand, color spotting you with lights all the fixing basically to make it seem like you were always meant to be in the role.

You didn't know that while you sang your heart out on stage a certain young count had finally taken notice of you

“(Y/n)?”

“That’s the girl that used to follow you around?” Count Arishem Ikarus’s father ask begrudgingly

“Yes father that's the daughter of that famous violinist tha lived near our old summer home.”

“Well, well we may have found ourselves a diamond in the rough after all. The elder count scrutinizes the crowd all gawking at the peasant, like she's a princess. All he sees is an opportunity to boost his family further, the gears of his plan already forming in his mind.

Phantoms pov

There she is at last! Right where she belongs, my beautiful beautiful muse.

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hiramaris · 1 year ago

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Odd One

5000 BC

Summary: People used to say eleven is better than ten or was it two is better than one? Regardless, in the sea of tens and even, there is only one eleven. It doesn't matter, you've always loved to be the odd one anyway.

Pairing: Thena x reader (female implied)

Warnings: Violence, attempt humor?

Disclaimer: I do not own Eternals or any of the related characters. Eternals is owned by Marvel Studios. This fanfiction is intended for entertainment only. I am not making any profit from this story. All rights of the original Eternal story belong to Marvel Studios.

A/n: this series has been in my drafts for years. This is more like a self-insert reader movie version of The Eternals. As you may have noticed, I loved doing self-insert fics so if you're not fond of this kind of writing, you can just scroll ahead, but if you are, then enjoy, my loves. Who knows, I may suddenly find the inspiration to continue this.

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In the beginning...

...before the six Singularities and the dawn of creation, came the Celestials. Arishem, the Prime Celestial, created the first sun and brought light into the universe. Life began and thrived. All was in balance.

Until an unnatural species of predator emerged from deep space to feed on intelligent life— they were known as Deviants. The universe was plunged into chaos.

To restore the natural order, Arishem sent Eternals— immortal heroes from the planet Olympia, to eliminate the Deviants.

Eternals had unyielding faith in Arishem until one mission, led by the Prime Eternal, Ajak, changed everything...

*****

You weren't expecting much about this terrestrial planet you were sent to for a mission.

Earth.

From where you stand from space, this Earth appears to be a white-swirled blue marble, but you can still see a bit of white, yellow, green, and brown components.

You assume that water makes up the blue area as it is pretty much an essential requirement for a planet to be habitable, and judging from what you see, Earth is mostly covered in water. Meanwhile, the swirls of white you could see are probably clouds. The brown, yellow, and green portions visible from here are supposedly the land.

You also note that the north and south hemisphere of this planet has more white areas instead of the usual land color.

They must be filled with ice and snow, assuming from their location, that they must not have gotten enough direct sunlight.

You could practically feel your fingertips and palms tingling at the prospect of having all your elements available on this planet. With that fact, it will be easier for you to manipulate it against your opponents.

'I won't fail you, Arishem.' You thought, determined to finish your mission with utmost excellence.

"Your thoughts are loud."

You were startled at the new voice that joined you.

You tried to compose yourself before mentally reprimanding yourself for failing to notice a new presence in the room before turning to her.

It was the platinum blonde eternal from across the room earlier. You managed to catch the name of the others after that mission briefing, however, you never got the chance to know her name.

The only person you knew is Sersi. She's your sister after all. She's the epitome of kindness, you're not entirely sure but she has this aura around her that seemed to welcome everyone. She has always been kind and sweet that's why it was no surprise she was able to rub that attitude on you. It's just contagious that way.

You and she almost have similar powers, being siblings and all. Her powers are all about matter transmutation. She has the ability to reconfigure and change the chemical and physical makeup of any non-sentient being. While yours is more on element manipulation. It's already pretty much self-explanatory. You can control and create all available elements on a cosmic level with your mind. Though it's not only limited to fire, water, air, and earth. You also had control over its sub-elements.

If you can control and create fire, you can also manipulate a volcano. The same goes for air, having the ability to manipulate it means you can also change the weather or even take the oxygen someone is breathing; manipulating water also means that, by extension, you can control any bodies of water; whether it be their flow, pressure, phases or even buoyancy.

It's pretty much versatile, potent, and destructive.

No wonder Sersi was excited to gush with you about how both of you can help the people on Earth to advance faster than any other civilization.

Not long after, Makkari decided to join the conversation. You learned that she has superhuman speed and that is not only limited to moving, but she can also think, perceive and read just as fast. Due to her powers, she's unable to hear but she was still able to communicate with you via sign language. This is because the ability to hear would hinder the use of her super-speed, she had explained.

You had also met Sprite who's currently being teased by Kingo and Gilgamesh.

Sprite has this child-like appearance, which closely resembles a teenage girl yet you know better that she's probably the same age as you guys. She has this sarcasm in her that seemed to match Kingo's energy. He's funny and charismatic and loves to tease Sprite relentlessly along with Gilgamesh, who, despite his big physique, is actually seemed soft and kind. He was the one who approached everyone to introduce himself.

Nice guy.

The two Eternals only stopped the teasing when Arishem suddenly appeared behind them, and the whole room suddenly transformed into a vast space. Gil and Kingo went pale for a moment before Sprite stopped the illusion as she started laughing hysterically.

You got to be honest, you were about to pee yourself as well. You have never personally met Arishem, and the only thing you knew about him is based on what Ajak tells you. She's the only one who can talk to him. Not to mention there is a towering statue of Arishem the Judge standing stoically at the center of the chamber where all the Eternals communicate with Arishem and the Celestials.

Well, it was mostly Ajak who was doing all the talking, and she's repeating Arishem's words towards you all. It's mostly about your possible centuries-long mission on Earth.

What Sprite had shown you all is a big, and by big, you meant a huge version of Arishem. His size is so enormous that the sun looks like a pinball compared to him.

If that's what he actually looks like then you have more reason to fear him.

Ajak approached you all to reprimand Gil and Kingo for teasing Sprite, and Sprite for using Arishem in her illusions.

You fought back an amused grin as the three bowed their head down like a child being scolded by their mother. This is not all that far from the truth, Ajak's like the mother of the group which makes sense since she's the prime eternal.

You had also talked to Ikaris, and he seemed a bit robotic, perhaps distracted or something. He only told you a quick "it's a pleasure to fight alongside you" and all that. After that, he left the room.

Meanwhile, Phastos is sitting in his original place, tinkering with some tech hovering over his palms. He's friendly, but a bit neurotic.

You mentally noted that you shouldn't startle him in the middle of work.

After that, you found another fellow eternal munching an apple on the side of the room. Druig seemed aloof at first but it looks like it's actually a part of his personality. You and he talked a bit, and you're surprised about how many similarities you both have. You also noticed he's been eyeing Makkari from across the room but never made any motion to approach her.

After a while, you had excused yourself as you're determined to know all your fellow Eternals. Besides, you'll be working with each other for a long period of time. It would not be so bad to be acquainted with one another, right?

That's what you kept saying to yourself, and not because your eyes kept straying towards a particular eternal ever since you woke up inside the Domo.

Your eyes began to search for her around the room as she's the only one who hasn't been able to introduce herself yet but she was out of sight, and so are Ikaris and Sersi. You could have sworn Sersi followed Ikaris earlier when he left while you assumed that the blonde eternal has left the room as well not long ago.

You are protective of your sister, and being the good sibling that you are, it didn't take long for you to notice that Ikaris took an interest in Sersi. You don't trust that guy just yet, so you left the room and decided to seek her around the Domo. That's what you kept telling yourself, that you're searching for your sister and not a certain blonde eternal. You had come to a stop when you came across another huge, domed room, it was surrounded by a panoramic view of outer space.

From here, you can see Earth just below you. It's quite hard to not be drawn toward its beauty.

And now here you are in front of her. And it seemed like she was the one who found you, not the other way around.

"You can read minds?" You asked tentatively, turning your attention back to the view before you, and away from her scrutinizing gaze.

It's one thing you noticed immediately about her. She either has this blank look like she's reminiscing something from the past or she's like examining you with her eyes.

And it's not that easy to look away from it, for it was the color of new spring growth, brilliant and delicate at the same time. There were sparkles of vigor, some kind of green that only appears as summer approaches.

You caught yourself from treading this line of thought as you remembered she may have been able to read minds, and your cheeks burned slightly from the thought she might have read this as well.

You hoped the change of colors of your cheeks would not be that noticeable. However, the way her lips slowly curled upwards into a small smirk tells she might have noticed it or she might have read your mind already.

And you're not sure which one is worse.

"I was just kidding. I cannot read minds," she says in the closest tone of joking she could muster, though her face says otherwise.

You find yourself grinning slightly as well, "Now, that would have been embarrassing for me if it were." You bowed slightly, a form of greeting you had picked up from previous civilizations. "I'm Y/n."

"Thena." You love the way her eyes smiled as well at the gesture. She held out her hand and you took it as soon as she lend it. It was soft, delicate but firm.

Just like her.

5000 BC

MESOPOTAMIA

As the Domo began slowing down to land on Earth, all of you didn't hesitate to get offboard as you heard the screams of help from the civilization below you.

You had no time to admire the ocean as you expect, not when these monsters are staining it with their ugly jaws, and saliva.

"It is time."

The moment that word left Ajak's mouth, you all knew what must be done.

Ikaris, the ever impatient one, flew high and shot cosmic beams from his eyes, just in time to save a kid from being devoured by one.

However, it looks like these deviants are much stronger and more durable than you thought. And not to mention there's a greater number of them here than you guys.

But you weren't deterred, not when the elements of the Earth are on your side.

Ikaris flew in pursuit of the deviant he shot. It looks like it can fly as well.

Another bunch of deviants came swarming from the waters and almost attacked the kid again. Good thing Makkari was faster. From your place, she immediately sped past through and grabbed the kid away from harm. She does the same to the others being attacked.

Seeing that the others are doing their part already, you decided it's time to shine as well.

Feeling yourself being engulfed by fire, you propel yourself like a rocket towards your prey. You sure as hell don't have flying abilities like Ikaris does but this is the closest thing to flying you can do.

You collided with a deviant that almost tackled Makarri as she's too focused on saving the people. You stomped your foot towards the ground, creating a massive barrier made of rocks and soil, making their attention towards you and away from the people.

There are at least three deviants as huge as what Ikaris is currently fighting eyeing you like a dinner served on a silver platter.

Great.

The others are too occupied to help you, so it looks like you're on your own then, not that it's a problem.

One deviant decided to attack you, and you were able to circumvent its assault just in time. You used its own momentum and manipulated the air around you to fling him towards the other Deviant. That bought you some time at the very least.

The standing one is preparing to strike you now but you didn't offer it the satisfaction to do so as you stomped your feet again towards the ground, ice immediately disperses around you and formed enormous spikes at the last minute, impaling its body at numerous places.

Its high-pitched sound alerted not only the other Deviants but your fellow Eternals as well.

"Man, cool it down there!" You heard Gilgamesh laughing from afar before punching the deviant right on its face, giving Thena the chance to lacerate its limbs.

"Give me some enemies, Y/n!" Kingo calls, charging his powers before firing at one of the deviants you were facing.

You only chuckled at their antics. "I suggest getting out of the water though."

Right on time, using Makkari's sonic boom and Kingo's finger guns, two deviants were hurled towards the water; right where you wanted them to be.

Your fingers twitched ever so lightly as specs of electricity came out of your fingertips. Your hands barely even touched the water and yet the electricity came crawling over the waves and onto the two deviants. They tried to wriggle free and fly away, but before they could, you already froze the water from where they are.

Ice isn't exactly the best conductor of electricity, but due to the immense power you released, it cracked the ice you created and immediately traveled to their flesh, leaving them no choice but to wither in pain until they die.

"Good job, guys!" You signed towards Kingo and Makkari.

"Yeah," Kingo raised a thumbs up. "Great fighting."

Makkari smiled, clearly impressed before signing, "you two as well."

The two then decided to evacuate the civilians while you scanned the sea for any more predators lurking. But it seemed that's the last of them aside from the deviants Ikaris is fighting which seemed to be the pack leader, and the other one Thena and Gilgamesh are facing.

It looks like they can manage, so you decided to watch their fight from afar.

Gilgamesh is a mighty powerhouse. His raw strength alone can send a deviant flying away from him. Meanwhile, Thena is a graceful fighter.

And you wonder how can she release multiple attacks when she's changing every weapon she wields every second, making it difficult for the deviant to avoid her assaults.

You watched as Gil deals a powerful blow, making it stagger back. Thena came from behind it and began to slice its limbs. The deviant stumbled down a bit from lack of support from its legs. She didn't let it recover from that as she lacerated its face with numerous attacks.

The monster wasn't deterred by that attack. Thena decided to transform her daggers into longer swords. As the deviant tries to bite her head off, she fought back with a series of slashes on her own. In split seconds, she changed her weapons into a spear and shield. She didn't let the deviant back away as she uses the spear to stab it in its neck.

Gilgamesh then uses that opportunity to charge another punch, making the monster back away. Using that momentum, Thena propelled herself on the top head of the Deviant.

Using her spear again, she delivers the final blow by stabbing the spear onto its head.

You can only stare in awe as she executed a complete aerial cartwheel to get away from its head, and landed on the ground with a grace of a landing bird.

Now, it's only Ikaris and the pack leader left.

You debated if you'll fly there yourself or not. You knew he'll be pissed if you steal his spotlight. You are tempted to do so but as you looked up, looks like Ikaris is already delivering the final touches.

One powerful punch from him plummeted the deviant towards the water, or rather the ice you had created earlier that somehow made its way halfway in the middle of the sea.

You didn't flinch as the deviant landed on the ice with a sickening crack until it completely submerges into the water.

As it was a pretty large deviant, imagine a surge of harsh waves coming onto you, ready to swallow you.

You are particularly fond of the ocean, you really are. But you don't find it thrilling to be wet right now. And so, with a flick of your wrist, you divert the waves to the other side of the sea.

"Really, Ikaris?" You said, irritated.

You can see Ikaris smirking as he landed next to you. He almost slipped from the ice if he was not able to grab your shoulder in time. "I thought you loved the sea."

You only rolled your eyes at him. You regretted mentioning you were excited to see the waters of Earth. Plus, your initial thought about him being robotic? Scratch that. The guy is a complete competitive idiot.

You smirked, remembering what he whispered to you before you descended from the Domo. He wanted to bet who would be able to kill deviants more, you or him.

"I am afraid I was able to kill three deviants while you're struggling with one, my friend." Your lips curled up into a teasing smile.

He was about to retort when the Domo came materializing out of thin air. It was descending just above the shore. Without a word, Ikaris flew the both of you towards the shore to meet the others.

You met Thena's eyes when you settled down. You give her a small smile before turning your attention to the other five Eternals descending from the Domo.

If she returned the same, you never know. But you could feel someone's eyes on you for the rest of the day.

As expected, these people became hostile to your presence. When the eleven of you tried to approach them, they had raised their weapons, if you call a pair of brittle spears made of wood a weapon.

Druig, the actual mind reader and mind controller steps forward. His eyes shone, and the eyes of the people followed suit. A sign he already has control. They began to lower and drop their weapons.

Druig released them from the spell, and you can see the confusion drawn on these people.

Ajak approached Ikaris, and only then you notice he has a contusion on his left shoulder. Using her powers, Ajak was able to heal his wound within seconds.

After that, Ajak gave you all a look. She didn't have to say it but you know it's somewhere along the line of 'great work, everyone.' She stepped forward, and you all decided to follow suit. This must be where you need to introduce yourselves to these people.

The kid from earlier also stood forward, which is probably because his mother urged him. You can see he's skeptical but is willing to know who are these people who save them.

Ajak gave Sersi a nod, and she must have understood it, whatever Ajak wanted to say.

With cautious steps, Sersi walked toward the kid, but not before grabbing what you assumed was a knife made from flint. As she laid out her hand towards the kid, the flint knife suddenly turns into a much more durable blue and gold one, which you assumed was made from high carbon steel.

Reluctantly, but surely, the kid took the knife from her hands.

And you commend Sersi for doing this. As it's much, much better than just saying 'we're the Eternals and we are here to protect you from the deviants.'

As you stare at the horizon, you saw how exceptionally beautiful this world is. You're not sure if the other planets you had been to before could ever rival Earth.

Its beauty is exquisite. And you began to wonder if there's such thing that could ever rival such perfection.

As your eyes began to wander back to a pair of green orbs, for a moment you thought that maybe there is no such thing that could ever rival Earth's perfection but you're sure someone definitely can.

And you are graced with the ability to see that certain someone just right in front of you.

#eternals #the eternals #thena x reader #eternals thena #thena #ikaris #kingo #sersi #sprite #gilgamesh #ajak #druig #makkari #phastos #thena x you #eternals fanfiction

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cdragons · 2 years ago

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More Eternals Memes & Incorrect Quotes

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

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

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

Phastos: Oh you know, pretty uneventful.

*20 minutes earlier*

Phastos: I'M BREAKING THE WINDOW!

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

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

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

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

Ben: That's a man.

Operator: Really?

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

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Laurie: What are you in the mood for?

Mara: World Domination

Laurie: Seems a bit ambitious

Mara: Laurie, you are my world

Laurie: Awwww

Mara:

Laurie:

Mara:

Laurie: OH

*Bonus scene*

Ikaris: I sense a disturbance in the force

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No One:

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

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Arthur: I guess I’m too tough to cry

Agalia: 20 minutes ago you were crying about snakes

Arthur: THEY DON’T HAVE ANY ARMS

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Ikaris: Hey Gil, I brought Laurie for that playdate

Mara: *Snarling & Feral & Foaming*

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

Gilgamesh: She don’t bite

Ikaris: YES SHE DO

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I'm sorry, is this not what happened?

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

Aisling: You are not a burden!

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

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*Ikaris and Mara arguing about something*

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

Uriel *signing*: In the fridge!

Mara:

Uriel:

Ikaris:

Mara: Yeah! In the fridge

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

*Not even two minutes later*

Druig:

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*Coming up with the Unimind Title*

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*Kingo in his ho era*

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sempiternalmuze · 6 months ago

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smoking cigarettes on the roof

Druig x Makkari x Reader

description: a short blurb of reader and Druig having a sweet moment on the rooftops. honestly I wrote this in my journal and decided I wanted to have it here...enjoy :)

word count: 495

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Makkari would tell you to put it out, to stomp it into the ground below your feet.

"We don't know how these will affect us! You're just polluting your body, or maybe something worse and you don't even know it!" She'd angrily sign.

Smiling back, you would sign to her, "You worry too much darling. You've been saying that for nearly three thousand years now."

But not Druig. He didn't like the use of impure substances either but he understood the need for something imperfect in your life. Something that wasn't written in the stars for you to fulfill. He only wished you did it less, and farther away from the house.

"Darling..." You sighed, keeping your eyes shut as you accepted the sun's rays against your skin. The roof shook a bit as he made his way to the roof, the careful dance of his steps sounding closer until he stood over you.

The cigarette was removed from between your lips and taken between his own. You looked towards him in time to see the grimace run across his face as he inhaled, before flicking it over to the ground below.

"That was my last one." You sighed, annoyed but not upset.

"Good." He smiled at you. "Why are you up here alone, love?"

"It's quiet. I love our dear Makkari but I didn't want to argue about the cigarettes again, and I know the smoke bothers her." I bit my lip.

He offered a hum in response. You returned to your sunbathing, redirecting a small breeze to hit you. There was a slight shuffle from him, and you turned to face where he'd be.

This time you were met with Druigs grey eyes as they stared down at you with an intensity you'd come to love these past centuries. It was as if he was reading past the surface, trying to see the deeper picture.

"You're interrupting my alone time, which I never get when you two are around."

"Mm..." He smiled. "How come you don't want any time with me?"

You laughed at the pout he gave. "So dramatic.." You lifted yourself to your elbows refusing to break his cryptic eye contact. He pushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, tracing your cheek with his lingering hand. He was so soft and gentle with you and Makkari. So much so that it almost drove you insane sometimes.

You gave no hesitation as you placed a hand on his neck, pulling him into a kiss. It was slow, soft, delicate. You pulled away, looking between his eyes and his lips, desperate for more.

"Dinner's ready." You groaned, rolling off the roof, landing on the softened ground below. Druig followed, slipping his soft hand into yours.

Makkari was waiting at the door, arms crossed.

"What am I? Chopped liver?" She signed.

"Of course not baby! You're the cherry on top." You wrapped your arms around her, peppering kisses all over her face.

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#druig eternals #eternals blurb #eternals fanfic #eternals imagine #druig x reader #druig fanfiction #druig oneshot #druig imagine #druig fluff #druig x you #druig x makkari #druig fic #druig x makkari x reader #sempiternalmuze.txt #sempiternalmuze #song fic

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multi-fandom-enjoyer · 1 year ago

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Sersi: Are you sure this is a good idea?

Druid: Don't tell me you've never wondered who's faster.

Ajax: Even I'm curious.

Y/n and Makkari are side by side waiting for the race to begin. All the remaining Eternals are standing on the side, spectating the race.

Kingo: On your mark.

Makkari(signing): See you at the finish line.

Kingo: Get set.

Y/n(signing): Not if I see you first.

Kingo: Go!

He shoots a blast of energy into the air as Y/n and Makkari take off.

#x male reader #x reader #marvel #marvel mcu #mcu #makkari #eternals #makkari x reader #makkari x male reader #the flash #flash reader #lauren ridloff #lauren ridloff x reader #Lauren Ridloff x male reader

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veryberryjelly · 2 years ago

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Heyyy! First and foremost congratulations on graduating!! I saw your cafe event and wanted to join in on the fun! I don’t mind poly marauders or poly wolf star (I love them)

🥐

okay stuff about me: I’m female, 5ft 6, I LOVE reading like it’s an addiction haha I’m autistic and my personality is very introvert (hate social gatherings, talking to people I’m not comfortable with) which leads me to say I have severe anxiety. Like to read the occasional comic (marvel) love learning about Witch craft and the regency era (love watching tv shows/movies and books about these subjects) love broadway musicals and I’m apart of a musical theatre company as I want to be an actress/broadway star. Only have a small circle of friends but I prefer it that way and I have been told I’m very mature for my age and that I’m easy to talk too.

Can’t think of anything else lol but congratulations once again on graduating! ❤️

𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

i ship you with...

poly!drukkari !!!

you didnt specify a fandom but i saw that you liked poly and marvel and after reading you're description i am certain that you would suit both druig and makkari !!

i feel like they both have an incredibly calming energy

if you're ever feeling incredibly anxious druig can actually help with his powers to try and calm you down.

both druig and makkari are both happy to stay home from social gatherings with you.

and will both 100% go to see you at a show. front row so makkari can have less disturbing vibrations so she can focus on you !

ah! also, because they were literally around during the regency era they can answer any questions you have about it and point out inaccuracies and then go on little rants about the time with you <3

#🥐 - jelly cafe event #·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 #drukkari #poly!drukkari x reader #drukkari x reader #poly!drukkari #druig #druig x makkari #makkari x druig #druig x reader #druig imagine #druig x oc #lauren ridloff #makkari #makkari x reader #the eternals #barry keoghan

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bishopsbeloved · 1 year ago

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the art of falling in love (part two)

natasha romanoff x fem reader (high school au)

best friend!yelena belova, aroace!yelena belova, internalised homophobia, found family trope, coming of age, angst, fluff (eventual happy ending)

read this fic on ao3!

A good few months have passed, now, since that night in the laundry closet. The harsh Ohio winter begins to melt away to a much more gentle spring, and as the world around you blossoms, so do the relations between you and Natasha.

They remain secret, of course. The novelty of sneaking around has not yet worn off, and so for now whatever is blooming between the two of you remains concealed in a cloak of deceit. You can’t help but feel a little guilty for lying to Yelena, your best friend in the entire world, but the blonde doesn’t seem to notice anything amiss. Whenever Nat can tell it’s bugging you, she does her best to calm you down, pressing kisses to the places that she knows will make you forget everything except her. Pretending in front of others is hard, acting as though everything’s the same as it was before and as though the absolute love of your life doesn’t send you good morning and goodnight texts, but it’s made absolutely worth it by the attention she does give you when you’re alone.

It’s nearly four months in, now, and you’re still struggling to believe she’s choosing to do things with you. You — her gangly little sister’s scrawny best friend. There’s no doubt in the fact that she could have anyone at your school, senior or otherwise, and the fact that she has chosen you over everyone else in the world quite often makes your head spin, and you have to drop what you’re doing and go and touch her just to remind yourself that this is reality. You’ve wanted this for so long, since you were able to understand what loving someone in this capacity means, and her reciprocation is quite literally incomprehensible to you.

Well… maybe reciprocation is a slight leap. Even though she’s the one who kissed you first, who instigated this whole relationship, she becomes a little flighty whenever you bring up anything more serious — taking her out on a date, or talking about what will happen between the two of you after she graduates. It stings a little (a lot) to think that you might just be a secret for her, someone she would be embarrassed to be seen in public with. That’s been your number one fear since the moment you were sentient enough to comprehend your feelings for her; the crippling fear that you’re not good enough for her. Her, the perfect popular cheerleader and you, who’s decidedly not that. Every moment that you remain a secret is like a constant reminder that those fears are true. The fact that this might be true and that she is ashamed of her relations with you is something you’ve trained yourself to not think about because you start to get all twitchy if you do.

So that’s how it stays. You try to shut off your mind and keep sneaking around with Natasha, trying not to think of the future or of the day that she will inevitably toss you away like a toy she’s no longer interested in, and trying to enjoy the fact that she sees you as worthy enough of any attention at all.

Right now, it’s the last day of school before spring break — and to celebrate, the Starks are throwing a party tonight at their McMansion. It’s all anyone has been talking about since Tony stood up on a lunch table in the cafeteria and announced it himself last week. You were there for the announcement, sat at your usual table tucked away in the corner with your group of friends. It’s a small posse, but you’re very close-knit; consisting only of Darcy Lewis, Wanda Maximoff, Makkari Eternal, Yelena Belova (of course), and you by extension (you’re often teased by the others that you’re attached at the hip, and it’s true, in many ways). As soon as Tony stepped down from his makeshift podium, the whole cafeteria erupted into noise, and Darcy began to excitedly plan who she would ask to go with her.

Your stomach turned involuntarily at the thought of pretending that you’re available, and tolerating your friends’ (mostly Darcy’s) matchmaking attempts for the millionth time. Before you could even stop yourself, you found your gaze wandering to Natasha on the other side of the cafeteria, where she sat with her own (decidedly larger) group of friends. To your surprise you found her already looking at you wistfully. The two of you shared eye contact for a moment, something oddly intimate for such a public setting. At least you could take some form of comfort in the fact that you weren’t the only one in this relationship uncomfortable in pretending you aren’t accounted for.

“Earth to Y/N,” Darcy hums loudly, and you blink as she snaps her fingers in front of your face. “Welcome back, space cadet. We’re talking about —”

“The party,” you finish for her tiredly. You weren’t planning to go at all, but Darcy’s coerced you into it, promising you’ll only have to stay a couple hours. You didn’t have the energy to fight with her, lord knows how insistent she can be, so you ended up giving in — on the condition that she wouldn’t set you up with anyone tonight. She just grins at you though, seemingly amused by your determined lack of enthusiasm.

Darcy is trying to pair us all off with someone, Makkari informs you long-sufferingly. How unpredictable. (Sometimes you forget that most of the people your age haven’t been hopelessly in love for all of their lives, and actually enjoy putting themselves out there, while not feeling awfully guilty that they’re betraying someone.)

“And Makkari was next on the list!” Darcy signs and speaks, so that Wanda (whose nose is buried in a cloth-bound book) can still hear what’s going on. “You and Druig would be cute together, I think.”

The visceral disgust on Makkari’s face is so intense that Yelena bursts out laughing.

“Don’t laugh, I’m serious,” Darcy complains, even though she’s smiling too.

That is revolting, Makkari tells her with feeling . That man is… a brother to me. And I’ve been told he’s a shit kisser anyway.

“He can learn,” Darcy replies with confidence. Makkari performs a very rude and elaborate gesture. “Hmm, who next… Yelena, you got your eye on anyone?”

Yelena shakes her head vehemently. “No. No, thank you.”

That’s a lie, Makkari comments. I see you and — She fingerspells a name much too quickly for any of you to catch it, and you all lean forward in confusion. Makkari rolls her eyes and spells out the name again, slowly, and then even slower again at the blank looks on your faces. K—A—T—

“Kate Bishop,” supplies Wanda dryly, looking up from her book.

Thank you, Makkari says exasperatedly, while Darcy gasps, clapping her hands together in delight and Yelena’s jaw drops, her cheeks flooding with colour.

“Oh, that’s perfect, I totally see that,” Darcy gushes. “How long has that been going on?”

“Nothing is going on,” says Yelena defensively, “she is — we are partners in class, and she shares her snacks with me sometimes. We went to the mall once or twice. That is all.”

When Darcy stares back skeptically she presses her lips together tightly, leaning slightly into your shoulder. You slide a hand into your best friend’s hair, scratching at her scalp to calm her down, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. This isn’t the giddy behaviour of someone with a crush, you realise — this is genuine discomfort.

“Why are you just projecting onto us that you can’t find anyone to go to the party with, anyway,” you snort to Darcy, signing out the basics of that sentence with your one free hand (Makkari subtly nods to let you know she understood). Wanda snickers at that without even looking up from her book this time.

“Okay, ouch, not true,” Darcy narrows her eyes at you, “Thor Odinson asked me to save him a dance. Is that not the behaviour of someone who’s showing interest in me?”

Makkari snaps back with quick retort that you don’t catch, and Darcy gasps in faux insult, the two of them beginning a quick and fiery exchange. You look down at Yelena to see her already looking up at you, the corners of her eyes crinkled in silent gratitude. You wrinkle your nose at her, and brush the bangs out of her eyes before returning to your food. She stays nestled against your shoulder for the rest of lunch — the rest of which proceeds as normal.

Natasha has agreed to drive the both of you to the party, as naturally she will also be in attendance.

“On one condition,” she warns firmly, as you all sit down at the dinner table. “Neither of you get blackout drunk, okay? I won’t have too much since I’ve gotta drive you both back, but if either of you cannot support your own body weight I will literally leave you there. You can fend for yourselves.”

“Always so serious, Natasha,” Alexi chuckles as he folds rags covered in very pungent motor oil. “Loosen up, да? If the twins want to drink they can drink. Lord knows I did at their age.”

“Not at the dinner table, Alexi,” Melina scolds, slapping at his shoulder as she passes him on her way to the stove. “This is good wood, oil will ruin the varnish.”

“Also it smells like shit,” Yelena adds helpfully, promptly ducking to avoid the massive hand that attempts to cuff her reprimandingly round the back of the head. “What is it from? Don’t tell me you are working on that beast in the garage again.”

“The one and only,” Alexi says with glee, rubbing his hands together at everyone’s collective groans. “What is this about, ah? She will be beautiful once I have fixed her up. You will all love her, I know. I call her… Melina.” He says it in a hushed voice, full of wonder, which is promptly quashed when the real Melina just snorts in amusement.

“Very creative,” she quips dryly as she sets down a crockpot in the middle of the table.

“Oh, you laugh now,” Alexi grumbles, “but when we are in backseat you are never complaining.”

Melina laughs wholeheartedly at that, while you, Yelena and Natasha let out similarly horrified noises.

“I can’t eat,” Natasha announces, pushing her plate away dramatically, and you quickly follow suit.

By the time Natasha pulls up into Tony’s stadium-sized driveway, the sun is already dying in the sky, taking its last fiery breaths that paint the world a shadowy pink before dwindling below the horizon into nothingness.

“Remember what I said —” Nat starts.

“About drinking, yes, I remember,” Yelena finishes for her impatiently. “No throwing up on myself, promise. Can we go in now?”

“Well fuck you too,” Natasha retorts. “Be careful of drink spiking, don’t just take a drink that’s handed to you. There’ll be a lot of people here, Stark knows some… unsavoury individuals so just stick to people we know. And whenever you’re feeling like heading home, text me, or come find me, kay?”

“Okay,” says Yelena long-sufferingly, which earns her a twisted arm in response.

You’ve never actually been inside of the Stark household before — well, maybe household isn’t accurate, it’s a multi-million dollar property and easily the biggest building you’ve ever set foot in. Yelena looks around at the high ceilings and chandeliers with a similar element of awe, while Natasha gazes around bemusedly, what with this place being a regular sight for her.

“Romanoff and co, you made it,” Tony Stark himself cheers, swooping into the lobby with a box full of beers. “Drink, m’lady?”

“Driving,” Natasha grimaces.

“Ooh, unlucky. Probably for the best, though, I heard Barton conspiring to put something gross in the punch. He thinks he’s slick… I swear, that guy thinks everyone else is as deaf as he is.”

Nat snorts in amusement, sending you and Yelena one last glance before heading off to the kitchen with Stark. Yelena links her arm through yours, and the two of you head off into the thick mass of people, on a quest to find your friends.

This task proves difficult. Half an hour in, you’ve wandered quite a few of the Stark Mansion’s impressive number of halls without a single member joining your party. You return to the main area, choosing to settle in a corner near a table covered by very expensive-looking vases, and Yelena disappears briefly to fetch you both some drinks. You don’t notice much what it is, you’re just grateful for the cool relief it provides.

“Oh look, it’s Kate Bishop,” you say absently as you spot her over at the chocolate fountain (now is not the time to question the presence of a chocolate fountain, you decide) next to America Chavez. You made the remark without thinking, knowing that Kate is one of the people Yelena likes to see (“she is like a puppy,” Lena said to you once, “all squishy and bouncy and eager to please. Fun to spend time with”), but you remember what happened at lunch today and tense, looking at her to gauge a reaction. “Oh. Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Yelena plays it off well, sipping from her drink to avoid replying any further.

Your hand hovers tentatively for a moment before resting on her shoulder. “Y… you know that if, well, anything, you can tell me, right? I won’t… make fun of you. I like talking with you. Just, uh. Just so you know.”

She looks down at you for a moment, gaze darting from the hand on her shoulder to your eyes. You stare back to her with uncertainty, but a desperation to reassert that you care. She observes you for a moment, long and hard, and you daren’t look away.

Then she gives you a short, sharp, singular nod, and downs the rest of her drink in one.

“I know,” she says curtly. “I will go say hi to her. Come find me later.”

She pats your head with a gentleness that one wouldn’t expect from a tall threatening Russian, to let you know she’s not mad, and you watch her go serenely. You’ve known Yelena for all of your life. She doesn’t say things, she does things. Talking has never been her strong suit, especially in a language that isn’t her mothertongue; you have always been careful to respect her boundaries. You’d never expect her to do something she wasn’t ready for, you’ve always been patient with her and you’ll give her as much time as she needs on this one. You know with a calming certainty that she will talk to you when she’s ready, about whatever she’s feeling about Kate Bishop that’s confusing and hurting her. The fact that you can know your best friend, your twin flame with such assuredness (and she know your own behaviours in turn) is something that never fails to make you feel as though you’ve found your place in the world. You don’t know what you’d do without her. She is your family (and the thought of you betraying her so in sneaking around with your sister is like a knife through your guts, so you’ve very quickly learnt to simply not think about it at all).

But this feeling of otherworldly serenity is shattered as soon as you turn to leave and explore. Your eyes land upon the sight of Natasha dancing with Bucky Barnes, and it makes your blood run cold.

To be fair, it’s not as though they’re the only two on the dancefloor; most of their friendship group are stood in fairly close proximity to one another. But these two have clearly paired up for this song (Nelly Furtado, you think, but you don’t care enough to figure it out), with their arms around one another, and Barnes whirling her around when the beat drops. The way she’s smiling at him, as though she wants do the things with him that she does with you, makes you feel so ill that you have to look away for genuine fear of being sick right here on this dancefloor.

Feeling like this is an overreaction, you rationalise desperately to yourself, even as all the hairs on your arms begin to stand on end. The two of you aren’t exclusive — that much has been made clear by her insistence around avoiding the topic. And it’s just a dance, Bucky is a good friend of Natasha’s, it probably doesn’t even mean anything.

So why do you feel so gross?

You need a drink, you decide, stumbling off in the direction of the kitchen to overanalyse in peace.

You’re not sure how long has passed by the time Sam Wilson stumbles upon you, in a long dark narrow hall that weirdly reminds you of the Hogwarts bridge, one wall lined with gaping windows that look out on the rest of the house. You’re sat on the floor, wedged into a corner with your knees up to your chest and your back pressed against the wall, watching the party from a whole other dimension with a bottle beside you.

“Oh — hey, sorry, I was just on my way to the bathroom,” he laughs easily. “You gave me a fright there, all curled up in the dark like some horror movie shit.”

There’s a moment of silence, during which his eyes are presumably adjusting to the dark, before he speaks again. “You’re… Y/N, right? That kid Romanoff lives with?”

You press your lips together tightly at the mention of her name, but you nod. (Sam looks so funny where he’s stood in the distance, at the far end of this corridor, you think to yourself. Like a tiny matchstick guy you could put in a dollhouse.) Sam must see your response, because he continues, “thought so. Hey, what’re you doin up here all alone? Where’s Belova? You okay?”

You shrug. He dithers for a moment before slowly walking the hallway, approaching you as though you’re a wild animal that might scare at any moment. When you don’t, he slowly lowers himself onto the ground next to you.

“‘S loud down there,” he says after a moment. “Stark’s my bud and all, but his shit gets too much for me sometimes.”

You nod your agreement. You don’t know Sam well at all — you don’t recall ever speaking to him, he’s much more Natasha’s friend than your own — but there are definitely worse people who could choose to talk to you right now.

“That why you’re up there? All alone? Without your conjoined twin?” he adds, spirit light, a teasing smile on his face.

The corners of your lips twitch upward, and you speak at last, voice a little croaky from crying. “I guess. She went off with someone, I was trying to give them privacy.”

Sam hums, and nods in understanding. “Well if you’re not enjoying the party anymore we can get you home. I think Nat stayed sober tonight, or we can call you a taxi… put it on Stark’s card,” he adds mischievously, which earns a laugh from you.

“Yeah,” you rub at your eyes unceremoniously, “this party’s been a bust.”

“We’ll get you home, then,” he says gently. “Parties ain’t for everyone. Romanoff was looking for you, anyway.”

You freeze. “She was?”

“Yeah, think so. C’mon, let’s go.” He gets to his feet, offering you a hand, and very politely doesn’t comment when you have to lean on him a little on the journey back to the main hall.

“Alright. You sit tight, I’ll go find Romanoff.” He pats your shoulder before letting go of you, and wanders off.

You cast your vacant gaze around the party, simply looking rather than really seeing. With the state your brain is in it takes a few moments to process Yelena rushing across the dancefloor, head lowered and hair shrouding her face, with Kate hurrying after her, calling out. The haze that your somewhat intoxicated brain applies and the distance with which you’re watching from makes the scene look unreal, like something from a movie.

You bite the inside of your lip, hard, forcing yourself to pull it together, and discard the bottle you’re holding on a nearby table as you make your way over to Kate — who by this point has given up the fruitless chase and stands forlorn by the front door, staring out at Yelena’s quickly disappearing figure.

“Bishop,” you say, trying to keep your voice even, “what happened?”

She’s already nervous, you can tell, but when she sees you by her side her eyes go big as saucers. “Oh god. Hi. Hi, hi hi. Um, so, I don’t know.”

“I’m not gonna be mad at you, Bishop,” you say tiredly, “but I need to know what’s going on. She’s been acting weird all day, and when Makkari brought you up earlier I think she actually malfunctioned. What’s going on?”

Kate twitches instead of replying, and you groan, pinching the bridge of your nose between your forefingers. “Please just spit it out.”

“I don’t know what happened,” Kate maintains squeakily. “I thought we were good and we went to like some nice roses or something, I don’t know this place is massive it was like a garden I think, we sat on a bench and we were talking just normal talking it wasn’t even anything weird like we’ve talked about much weirder stuff! This was pretty tame! And she just like shut off and went all blank and marched out and I don’t know what I did,” she finishes lamely, with the trademark Bishop puppy dog eyes that Yelena has complained about to you.

You nod. “Okay. Uh, I’ll talk to her, you just… uh, get home safe. And text her, but don’t suffocate her, you know?”

Kate nods vigorously, stammering more than you’ve ever heard someone stammer before. “Y— uhh, yep, alright, cool, perfect, got it. No… no suffocation. Nope. That would not be good. Uh, is double texting suffocation?”

“Double texting is like the maximum you can go before it’s asphyxiation,” you advise sagely, and she nods like one of those little dolls with a spring for a neck that you see in trucker lorries before scurrying off (she really is like a puppy, you muse to yourself as you recall Yelena’s words; an oversized, long-legged puppy).

“Alright,” you mutter, “where have you gone, Belova?”

When you turn around, it’s not Yelena that you’re faced with, but her sister. Well, it’s a start, at least.

“Nat,” you say, and your voice sounds like it’s very very far away and it doesn’t belong to you, “come on, we have to find… Yelena.” You reach out to grab her hand but she shakes away your touch, and your cheeks burn at the rejection and the realisation you’re in public. Of course she doesn’t want to touch you in public, you think to yourself, and the doubts from the hallway before Sam came and found you start creeping back and your head starts to hurt again.

“What’s going on?” Natasha asks, daring to place a hand on your shoulder as she leads you through the front door and down the driveway. “What’s wrong with Yelena?” She pauses, taking in your appearance for the first time all night under the light of the street lamps that line the long, linear driveway. “What’s wrong with you?”

You open and close your mouth a few times without making any sound, like a fish, searching for the words. Suddenly it feels as though the whole night is catching up on you, and you can’t really explain it but you’re not really you or in your body — it’s like you’re watching from someone else’s perspective, or reading about this experience instead of living it, and all of the thoughts seep out of your head. (Shit, maybe it’s a good thing you don’t drink that often.) Nat’s face softens slightly, and in the solitude of the front yard she’s gracious enough to loop an arm round your waist and guide you gently to somewhere you can rest for a minute; the stone pillars, to the corner of the front of the house.

“Deep breaths,” she urges you quietly, pinning you between a pillar and her body, both of your hands in hers and her face nestled in close against your shoulder, lips by your ear, safely hidden from prying eyes by the shadows of the pillars. You comply, in, out, in, out, until your body is yours again, and you can feel her breath on your cheek.

“I told you not to get shitfaced,” she tells you as she pulls away again enough to be able to look at you, but there’s no real anger in her voice, and her eyes are so soft and warm as they look down at you. Her hands are still in yours, grounding you, and you grip onto them tightly. “What’s going on? Where’s Thing 2?”

“Kate Bishop upset her,” you relay blearily. “She ran off, I was gonna find her, n go home.”

“And what happened to you?” she adds more gently, cupping your face in her hands.

“You,” you mumble, and then realise what you’ve said. Her eyebrows furrow in confusion, and you quickly try to rectify, “no, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean. I just meant… I’m sorry, sorry, I can’t do words, I didn’t mean that. Wanna go home.”

“It’s okay,” she says quietly, “but can we talk about it? What did I do to upset you tonight, huh? To make you get like this?” She moves one hand to prod gently at your chest to emphasise her last two words.

You shake your head, normally at first, but the movement becomes more exaggerated as though you’re trying to clear your head of this fog. “N — nothing. God. Sorry. It was — me. Just, I just mis… misread the situation. Thought I was special. Was being dumb. Sorry. Can we,” you tug on her arm, “can we go home, I can’t think, my head really hurts.”

Her eyebrows are furrowed deeper than ever, glossy lips pushed together, but she nods — and then her head turns sharply in the direction of the bushes. You turn too, instinctively, and see Yelena walking toward you. Her eyes lock onto yours for a moment, and you are filled with the most paralysing, existential dread. This is it, you think to yourself, this is how my life ends. But Yelena makes no move towards you, and you realise quickly that even though she can see someone’s hands on you, she can’t see who they belong to. Natasha has picked a place to stop so perfect that Yelena can’t see her from where she’s stood, and this realisation has you weak-kneed with relief.

The two of you make eye contact for a moment, and despite your deep longing to have Natasha publicly be yours you’re overwhelmingly grateful in this moment that your tracks are somewhat covered . Lena’s gaze flits from yours to your hands, occupied by a shadow-faced stranger; her lips press into a thin line and her eyes fill with tears as she turns and trudges away again, disappearing into the night.

By the time you get home, she’s already there, in your bedroom getting ready for bed. Her tearstained face takes one look at yours, which is in a similar state after your car ride home with Natasha. While Yelena doesn’t say a word to you or Nat, she kisses your forehead before you both climb into your beds on the opposite sides of the room, so you know she’s not really mad. She just needs time, you know, and you’re very careful over the days that follow to give it to her.

Melina and Alexi are all too familiar with Yelena’s silent episodes. They come on whenever she’s processing something, and the only thing you can do to support her is wait patiently until she’s able to talk. Even though you’ve long since grown up, and nowadays can see the grey in a situation that was black and white when you were young, you still think of things in the very simple terms they had been presented to you in as a six-year-old.

“Why is Yelena quiet?” you asked Alexi. “I didn’t do anything.”

The giant man had sunk to his knees, wincing at the pop and crackle of his joints, to be on the same level as you, and took both of your tiny hands in one much larger one. “Uhh… ah. So you have to be very grown up, ah? да, смутьян? Yelena did not have same start in life as you, eh. Me and Melina are her parents, you know, we live here in Ohio with you,” he tickled your belly to punctuate your involvement in his story and you squirmed happily, “but we are not… giving birth to her, ah? Before we bring Yelena to Ohio, in fact before she is brought to orphanage, she is having another mom and dad. Who giving birth to her,” he explained to you in his usual broken English; he spoke with a level of thought and caution that you’d never seen before on the usually crude man.

“In Russia?” you queried.

“In Russia,” he confirmed. “The motherland, ey? So the mom and dad who giving birth to her, they aren’t very nice, ah. So Yelena’s… formative years, when she was baby and learned all the emotion things like cry when sad, smile when happy, she learned different, да? To protect herself. If cry, her old mom and dad get angry because of noise, so when sad she go all quiet and… spaced out and faraway instead. And even though now she is in place where we won’t be angry if she cry, it is still how she has learned things. So if something bad happen, she shut down. It is her way to cope. And you are probably thinking that it is strange, but we have to be gentle to her, okay?” he said encouragingly to you, and you nodded eagerly to this man who even then was like a father to you. “We are gentle, and show her we aren’t get angry when she sad, and when she ready she open up. Make clear we love her. It is big important task. We treat her with kindness when she go quiet, kay? Can you do that, trouble, eh?”

And of course you nodded seriously, because Yelena was your best friend, and you already knew you would do almost anything for her.

You understand a lot more, now, but you still think of it like that. It’s the way her brain works, it’s a result of her start in life — she can’t help it, it’s not her fault, and it would be beyond unfair to make her suffer for something so out of her control. So you barely leave her side in the days that follow, by her side in every mundane task she half-heartedly attempts, even clambering into her bed from your own on the dark drizzly morning where she can’t even peel herself from her own bed. You and Natasha haven’t spoken since that hellish car ride home, but for probably the first time ever the redhead is barely on your mind; you’d do anything for her, it’s true, but you’d do anything for her sister too. You knew it when you were six years old and seeing one of Lena’s silent episodes for the first time, and you know it more than ever now. This takes precedence.

Yelena doesn’t utter a word for six days, only nodding thanks and smiling at you with the corners of her eyes. On the morning of the seventh day, you wake up to her sat on your chest.

“Oh,” you wheeze, “good morning.”

And she smiles at you in reply, wheezy laughter bubbling in her chest at the way your limbs are splayed out awkwardly beneath her weight, and you can tell that she’s back.

She doesn’t tell you what had her spiralling until the evening, but you spend the whole day bouncing around the house with her as though you’re little kids again, and it fills you so wholeheartedly with joy to have your best friend back. She truly is like an extension of you, you don’t feel right when she’s not around, and you don’t feel right when she doesn’t, either. But she’s back, she’s talking and laughing again and it’s contagious. Whatever souls are made of, yours and hers are the same.

Right now the house is quiet, the lights are out and the two of you are sat on the windowsill, looking out at the stars.

“That one’s winking at us,” you whisper with a grin, pointing to a flickering star. You feel Yelena’s eyes on you, and turn to see her smiling softly at you, her eyes crinkling at the corners the way they only ever do when she’s trying to tell you that she’s grateful for something.

“There is a thing that is broken inside of me,” she tells you matter-of-factly. You blink, surprised, but nod encouragingly for her to keep going. “I don’t think I am like you or Darcy or Kate. And that doesn’t feel fair. I thought, it is always me, I just want to be normal. So I say okay, I will be normal, I ignore it and pretend it wasn’t there, and it only makes things go all funny and the world doesn’t make sense. It’s like one of those…”

She pauses for a moment to think. “Ah черт возьми, cannot find the words, you know those… visual — eye tricks? Illusions? At the museums, that are like art, and hurt your brain?”

“Optical illusions?” you offer.

“Yes. When I am pretending it is like looking at the world through optical illusions. Nothing is making sense, and it makes me so sick and sad and lonely. So I was pretending at the party, but it was like everything just…” She makes a boom noise with her mouth, and mimes an explosion. “I could not handle, no more, I thought why me, why don’t I have what everyone else has, what did I do wrong? And then I saw you, making kissy face with some girl —” your heart leaps, but she still doesn’t seem to know who it was, thank god “— and I just,” there are tears in her eyes that glisten with frustration, “and I just… wished it could be me. Not that I want to kiss you,” she adds hastily, “but I want to want it. It would make things so much easier.”

“You… wish you wanted to kiss me?” you ask carefully.

She nods furiously. “Maybe not you, we are Близнецы… that would be weird, probably. Just to… want any kissing. But I don’t. I don’t want to kiss you, or Kate Bishop, or anyone. There is none of that for me, it’s just not…” She gestures vaguely in the air, as though she is searching for something she does not have, and then shrugs. “Я потерян, I don’t know. Y/N, I am aroace,” she tells you proudly. “I did the research, it is me, it fits me perfectly. But I don’t… want to be. Not when everyone else, even you, is kissing people. You are my person, I don’t want to kiss you, but I want to… always be with you. But then I realised,” she gulps, and she’s fighting back tears again, “that’s not… how things work. And you are kissing other people — I don’t care who,” she adds as you open your mouth to interject, “I know it is not my business and you will say when you are ready, but we are growing up and I must do grownup things now and it’s scary. And Darcy is always asking me who I am crushing on and… it is hurting, a lot, to realise no one. Ever. And I’m okay with it, I don’t want it because I want it, I want it because if I don’t want it I’m wrong and it means there is something… wrong inside of me. And my brain is broken enough as it is,” she covers her face with her hands, “and I think I just lost the… hold on everything when the Kate Bishop kissed me.”

“She kissed you?”

“Mhm. And it was like the world ended, I could not handle it. Because I thought I was so good at pretending that I have this thing when I don’t, but I couldn’t tell that… she felt like that, when a normal person would have been able to tell. Darcy could. Makkari could. And I am just done pretending, I think, and I don’t know what to do anymore.”

Her hands still cover her face, but after a few moments you catch her peering through the gaps between her fingers, anxiously trying to gauge a reaction from you. For a split second you see a scared child watching apprehensively through the slats of a staircase bannister, younger than you ever knew her, fearing someone who in this moment she does not know. When the fear is this primal, it is timeless, and all-consuming. You see it in the way she closes the gaps between her fingers again, closes the blinds on the outside world, decides she’d rather not know what it is that you make of this for fear of it being negative; in the way that it has always ended for her, in the rare moment she’s been so fragile around someone. And you feel it, in this moment. It’s so heavy it’s almost tangible, and you fear if you speak or move or think wrong it might shatter irreparably.

So you are absolutely silent for a few moments. You don’t move, don’t blink — you’re not sure that you breathe, actually, while you process what’s just been said.

“I’ll talk to Darcy,” you say eventually. “I’ll tell her to stop. I’m sorry I didn’t see that it was upsetting you sooner.”

Yelena’s hands drop away in surprise, and she looks at you, her cheekbones shimmering a little in the starlight. “You — you aren’t? You don’t —?”

“No,” you say simply, but gently, a hand moving to rest on top of hers, which fiddles with the loose threads on her pyjama bottoms. Its movements cease instantly. “Why would I be? You are okay with me liking girls. Why wouldn’t I be okay with you not liking anyone?”

She crumples, then, in relief; as though it’s so all-consuming that she can’t support herself any longer, and you’re there to catch her. She cries even as you smooth her hair and pull her over to her bed.

“Я тебя люблю,” she chokes out quietly as you cocoon her in the mass of blankets she insists on keeping in her bed.

“Я тоже тебя люблю,” you whisper, “так много.”

A few moments of quiet, where your fingers continue to comb through her hair, and her eyelids begin to flutter.

“I don’t know what to do about Kate Bishop, though,” she admits sleepily. “Because I don’t… ah… not like her. I just don’t think I can be what she wants me to be, but I don’t want to… lose her.”

“It’s all about how you feel,” you remind her gently. “Kate’s cool. She will always respect you, remember. She’s like a puppy, you’re not getting rid of her if you try,” and Yelena giggles a little at that. “We’ll figure it out, Lena. We’ve got all the time in the world.”

She nods, and mumbled something about thinking, and slips into the first peaceful sleep she has had in seven days.

Your mind moves to Natasha, now that you know with certainty that Lena will be okay. You kiss her forehead before quietly leaving the room and heading downstairs, where you know Natasha will still be awake, watching old black and white reruns.

As you reach the bottom of the stairs, Liho pads up to you, meowing and tugging insistently at the bottom of your pants.

“Hiya, buddy,” you murmur, relenting at once and giving him what he wants. You scoop him up just the way he likes and he purrs happily, writhing around in your arms, rubbing his face against yours before eventually settling with his chin on your shoulder and you cradling him to your chest like a baby.

The two of you walk slowly into the living room, where just as you predicted, Natasha is curled up on the sofa beneath a blanket in front of the TV. What surprises you though is what she’s watching.

“I thought you hated this show,” you comment quietly, a smile fighting its way onto your face as you watch Kourtney and Kim fighting. You move to sit down in the armchair furthest from her but she makes a noise of displeasure and pats the spot next to her insistently, even lifting up the blanket for you and Liho to slide underneath.

Well, who are you to deny her?

“I wanted to see why you guys like it so much,” she replies after a few moments, once you’re half on top of her, head on her chest with Liho tucked into the warm gap between you, and you can feel every word that she says. “I’m not sure I really get it, to be honest.” Her fingers gently trace the outline of your face, your jawline, your cheekbones and you melt into the touch. “Are you still upset about the party?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” you murmur.

“But I do, you said that I upset you. You’ve been avoiding me all week, Y/N/N, I don’t even know what I did.”

“You didn’t upset me, I was just being dumb.”

“About?”

You groan, and press your face into her chest, sensing she’s not going to let this go. “Just seeing you, like, dance and flirt with other people. I just wish I could do that sometimes. Please, I don’t wanna think about this anymore,” it comes out as something of a whine, and you can feel the way she’s tensing against you.

“Y/N,” she sighs heavily, “you know we have to cover our tracks, if we both keep acting weird when someone flirts with me then people are gonna know that we’re together.”

“But we’re not even together, really,” you mumble. “Please, let’s forget about it. Please.”

“You can’t keep saying stuff like that and then tell me to forget about it,” she scolds half-seriously, and you break the eye contact for a moment to bury your face in her chest again so she won’t see your smile. “You know we can’t tell people about us. It would… it would be too much to handle.”

Whether that’s for you or for her she doesn’t explain, but she doesn’t have to. She might be protecting you, but she’s also protecting herself. She couldn’t handle it, if she held your hand in public. Stolen moments like this are all you’ll ever get, you think to yourself miserably, as she ever so gently lowers her lips to your neck. But even with this knowledge you would still let her do anything to you, in whatever way she wants, because her wanting to touch you in any capacity is going to have to be enough — even if she harbours you like this, her little late night secret, it’s surely better than the days that she barely looked at you at all. You might not ever have her in the way that you want to; every moment like this is precious beyond belief.

So you give yourself over to her completely, and pray that someday this lingering feeling of dirtiness will fade away, and only the gratitude remain.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x fem reader #natasha romanoff x female reader #natasha romanoff #natalia romanova #black widow #high school au #marvel high school au

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Merry Little Christmas

Druig x Reader

Fandom: MCU

Prompt: @the-sunflower-room “can’t stop thinking about druig and have yourself a merry little christmas- so cozy 😭🙏🏻”

Note: This was actually requested last year, I believe, but I’ve always wanted to write it. I’m sorry it took me so long to get around to it, but I hope you like it! Happy Holidays, everyone <3

Warnings: None! Just cozy Christmas celebrations <3

Word Count: 1.6k words

Reader Is: Gender Neutral!

Druig was never one for holidays. He wasn’t a scrooge, per se, but, as an Eternal, the seasons came and went so quickly. Years were mere blinks to a being who was thousands of years old. However, the look on your face as you put the ornaments on the tree made something stir around his heart, he had to admit.

He was sipping cocoa from a mug with a snowman on it, one from your vast collection. Kingo was in the kitchen, mixing up beverages, which was why he sensed a bit of liquor in the chocolatey beverage. It was still good, obviously, but he definitely blamed that for the rosy hue his cheeks had taken on.

Definitely not the cute little reindeer antlers you were wearing. Definitely not the way your laughter sounded from across the room.

All of the Eternals were there. A rare feat, but with the danger defeated, for now at least, it was cause for celebration, a time to be with family. It was your house you were all celebrating in, a large place tucked away in Northern Michigan, which, at this time of year, was absolutely covered in a thick layer of snow, more and more fluffy flakes coming down as the moments passed.

You spent your time as a writer. One of the most prolific of your time, the reviews said. But then again, you did have a thousand year head start on the rest of them.

Druig would never admit to it, but he had read them. All of them, every single one. He’d borrow them from libraries, read excerpts in bookstores, but Makkari had a collection of them, too. She was your most loyal beta reader. Therefore, when one went missing, she always had a pretty decent suspicion of who the culprit was.

And he wasn’t positive, but he was pretty sure most of your love interests shared a certain resemblance with…well, him. He didn’t like the way it stirred around in his chest, the way it made him feel so warm and…hopeful. But then again, he’d never asked you what you felt.

“(Y/N), where are your Christmas records?” Phastos asked, standing over with his husband, Ben, as they dug through a crate of records.

“Oh! I forgot to bring them down, I think. I’ll go grab them. I needed to get the topper anyway.” You stepped down from your stepladder and handed the ornament in your hand to Sprite, who was sitting on the floor under the tree, shaking gifts. Typical.

Druig watched as you left, eyes glued to you. Which was why he didn’t notice when Sersi had joined him, standing right beside him.

He gasped, mug rattled, but not to the point that he spilled any on his sweater. He cursed and looked over at her. “What?”

“You look rather festive, Druig. I thought you didn’t care for holidays.”

“I thought so too…” He muttered into his mug, taking a long sip.

“Right. Well, I think I saw some mistletoe in that box of decorations. I can put it up if you’d like?” She asked, that glimmer in her eyes that she got when she wanted to meddle.

Druig thought on it, as he heard your footsteps coming back down the stairs. He met her eyes and that was all that was needed. She nodded and set across the room, plucking it out of the box, along with a length of fishing line.

“I found it! The Muppets and John Denver!” You said excitedly, presenting another crate of records, this one all Christmas. “And some other stuff.”

“May I?” Phastos asked.

“Yeah, of course.” You handed them over and walked back over to the tub of ornaments, searching for a very special one. It was a large mug of cocoa with eleven marshmallows in it, each one etched with the name of an Eternal. You smiled softly and tucked it into the branches of your artificial tree, curling the fake pine to support its weight.

“Where did you find one with so many slots?” Druig found himself asking as he crossed the room to stand behind you.

“Had it custom made.” You replied, turning to face him.

“It’s beautiful, (Y/N).” Ajak complimented warmly from her seat by the fire.

“Thanks. Thought we needed something like that.”

“What are these?” Sprite asked, digging through the other box and pulling out a stocking with Thena’s name embroidered on it.

“Stockings.”

“You had those made, too?” Ajak asked, getting up to see for herself.

“Well, I did them. The embroidery, at least.” You admitted with a shrug, motioning to the hooks under the mantle. “We can put them up, if you want.”

Makkari nodded and grabbed the stockings, putting them all in one clean row in a blur of red and green. She stood next to Druig, elbowing him and tilting her head towards his stocking, which she’d put on the end.

Right next to yours.

He nearly choked on his cocoa. So did everyone know, then? Sersi, Makkari, who else? Kingo, no doubt.

“You alright there, Druig? Looking flushed.” Ikaris jabbed, that wicked gleam in his eyes.

Alright, then, yeah, it was everyone. Everyone but you, it seemed.

It was as if a stormcloud manifested above his head. He shook his head and stalked off towards the kitchen. He didn’t know much, but he did know a cookie would make him feel better. Snacks always seemed to. And there was no shortage of them, especially now, when you and Gilgamesh had baked nearly twelve dozen batches of them. Gingerbread, snickerdoodle, sugar cookies shaped like trees, chocolate chip, oatmeal no-bakes.

He reached for a sprinkle-covered tree and bit off the tip of it, the frosting sweet. The oven started beeping and you rushed in, arming yourself with an oven mitt before reaching in for what he assumed must be one of the last trays. Oatmeal raisin, it looked like.

“Do you need any help?” He asked, staring as you straightened up and brushed the hair out of your face.

“Oh! Thank you, Druig. I’m all set, though. Are they good?”

“Are what—” He looked down at the half-eaten tree in his hand. “Oh, yeah. They’re great.”

“Awesome.” You grinned. “New frosting recipe.”

“Well it’s perfect, whatever it is.” He leaned against the counter, that boyish smirk on his face. He wasn’t sure what came over him, then, but he had to get it out. “It’s great, by the way. That new book of yours.”

“You read it?”

“I read all of your books.” He confessed. “I think this one’s your best.”

Your heart raced as you met his eyes. Surely he knew, right? He had to. That you’d been writing about him for centuries. When he’d left all those years ago, hundreds of years ago, he’d taken a piece of your heart with him, a piece you’d only found in fiction, it seemed.

“Thank you. It…it means a lot to hear you say that.”

“Can’t wait for your next one.” He winked, plucking up a second cookie and leaving the kitchen before his tongue got him in any more trouble than it already had.

***

Later in the night, when almost everyone had gone to sleep, you were up, wrapping presents in front of the fireplace, folding the paper neatly, complete with name tags and perfect little bows.

You’d switched records. It was an older one, the Rat Pack.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas…Let your heart be light…

The words were smooth, glided right out of the speaker. Snow was still coming down in droves. It was good you had nowhere to go, otherwise you’d be snowed in. Well, if your family didn’t have every superpower known to man, you would be anyway. You were glad they were there.

You were glad they were home.

“Can’t sleep?” Druig’s voice startled you from your reverie and you turned around, grateful his present was already wrapped and under the tree.

“Not until I get these wrapped.” You told him.

“Christ, you really do go all out, don’t you?” He chuckled, crossing the room and sitting on the floor beside you, yet another cookie in his hand.

“I think I’d lose my mind if I didn’t. Keeps me…in synch. The routine of a year, you know?”

“Mmm.” He hummed, nodding, face alight in the warm oranges of the flames. “I didn’t see it that way until…recently.”

“Until right now?”

“Yeah, something like that.” He chuckled, watching as you carefully wrapped the last one, taping every edge perfectly and putting a tag on top, printing Sprite’s name with a pen. “What’d you get her?”

“You’ll have to find out tomorrow morning.” You told him, shifting to slide it under the tree with the others. “What did you get her?”

“It’s a surprise.” He grinned as you settled in next to him.

“Is it a surprise to you, too?”

He gasped, offended. “I got presents for everyone!”

“I believe you.”

“Sure you do.” He shook his head, laughing softly. “Say, ehm, (Y/N), I’ve been wondering…”

“Mistletoe!” You gasped, staring straight up at the ceiling where, sure enough, a string of mistletoe hung, glittering in the low light. “Who put that up?”

“Well I’ll be…” He breathed, staring up at it, too, heart racing faster than it had in any battle. “What…do you suppose we do about that?”

“I have a few ideas.” You slowly brought your gaze down, meeting his eyes.

He may have been the telepath, but you could tell the only thing on his mind was you as he leaned in, thick eyelashes fluttering shut as his lips met yours, pink and plush and warm. You kissed back, not leaving a single doubt in his mind that you wanted this, wanted him. Your hand rose to his flushed cheek, holding him close as his arm wound around your waist.

The grandfather clock struck midnight, and he pulled away to rest his forehead on yours, noses flush, eyes on you, glimmering with a million words unspoken. He did have a few, though. “Merry Christmas, (Y/N).”

“Merry Christmas, Druig.”

#druig #druig x reader #druig imagine #marvel #barry keoghan #christmas #fluff #eternals #eternals imagine #marvel imagine

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wlwloverwrites · 2 months ago

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wip folder

tagged by @logaenhowlett @cruel-as-sin

rules: in a new post, post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a snippet or tell us about it.

Know Better (old man logan x latina reader) juno fic

untitled bucky barnes juno fic

Present boyfriend (part 2 of Future boyfriend) theres six different versions of this fic

untitled fwb kate bishop drabble

untitled sub natasha drabble

untitled layla el-faouly fic

forget her (makkari x eternal reader)

mi amor, mi corazon (helmut zemo fic)

leaving tags open !

#tag game #nvm that i have 70 drafts here on tumblr #yeah…. we dont talk about them #i have like 7+ versions of the same fics.#we dont talk about fics ive started and never finished cause those are in the drafts too.#im scared to open those.

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keto-keyes · 10 months ago

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I Am You - Eternals Fanfic

Synopsis: 1,000 years after the Eternals split off, Deviants defeated, the unfortunate family comes back together to save humanity from its biggest threat. But they can't do that without talking, and if old rivalries still stand, that might be a little hard.

[This might be a two-parter or more] [Use of y/n, reader is nonbinary]

Let's GO!

"I will never leave you"

It had been about 500 years since Sprite had stopped believing those 5 words. And another 500 years on top of that since she'd last seen the person, Eternal, rather, who'd spoken them. But now she was following Ikaris and Sersi through a crowded Osaka airport towards the taxi port and bus terminal, trying to find the exact person who'd made that flaky promise - Y/N. "They're not gonna be here," Ikaris growled, "Why can't we just go get Kingo? He's agreeable at least."

"We need Y/N," Sersi reminded the Eternal of Flight, "Besides, if there's anyone who can get through to Druig, it's them."

"You just don't like that she's got more powers than you," Sprite teased, but secretly she was a little nervous. It hadn't just been a century since she'd last seen Y/N, it had been a century since Y/N told her where they were going to disappear off too. They'd specifically instructed her not to tell anyone, and now she'd broken that promise. "Uhh, hello, we need to get to Hyogo..?" Ikaris tried asking a taxi driver in english. Sersi covered for him with google translate.

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An hour and 45 minutes later, they had arrived in Hyogo prefecture. Sprite looked around nervously. "There isn't enough ... EARTH for this to be where the fearsome Eternal of nature lives!" Ikaris mocked, rolling his eyes as he got out of the taxi.

"IKARIS!" Sersi scolded.

They kept walking. Sprite led them through the small city to a modest house near the school down the road. Ikaris knocked sharply. Sprite knew it was wrong to lead him and Sersi to Y/N, but they really needed to get their family back together, or else everyone on Earth was going to die. After a moment, the door opened enough to see Y/N's silvery-blue hair surrounding their features, then it promptly shut again. Ikaris stuck a foot in the door and heaved it open despite Y/N's hearty attempts to close it using their nature-given strength. They shot him a dirty look as he shoved his way into their house. Sprite pushed past Sersi and wrapper her arms around the shocked and annoyed Y/N, gripping their waist tightly. A second later, Y/N was returning the hug, gripping the shorter Eternal's hair in their fingers and pulling her close. "We need to talk," Sersi said as she too stepped into the room, breaking off the hug.

Y/N rolled their eyes. "We," they indicated between themself, Sersi and Ikaris with a finger, "Don't have anything to talk about. Please leave."

Sprite pulled Y/N down to eye height and murmured, "I'm really sorry I had to bring both of them, believe me, but we really need you. Everything's changed, Deviants are back, and we need to save the world again. Please help us."

Y/N breathed for a moment, contemplating. Then they nodded. "Make yourselves at home, I guess," they said finally, "I'll..uhh, I'll make tea."

"I'll help!" Sprite offered, eager to get away from the two ex-lovers and to spend more time with Y/N, who had always been her favourite.

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The kitchen was silent except for the beeping of the oven and hiss of the kettle. Sprite didn't know what to say, or how to act around her sibling. They seemed so much more grown up than everyone else, especially Sersi. Maybe being apart had changed them. "Y/N... Ajak is dead," she said, internally cringing at the suddenness of the reveal.

Y/N didn't say anything. Then they did. "And the deviants are back and the emergence is happening," they added, finishing Sprite's thought, "I know. The question is, what are we doing about it?"

They glanced at Sprite, who was tearing up a little. "I'm sorry, I know it's hard for you. I wasn't as close to Ajak as the rest of you, that's all," they murmured, wrapping Sprite in a side hug.

The two Eternals stood like that, staring out the window into Y/N's small garden and watching the world go by together. Then the tea kettle started whistling and they were shocked back into the world. "We'd better get back to the two star-crossed lovers, hadn't we?" Y/N teased, nudging Sprite's shoulder, "I'll take the tea, you grab the cookies."

They walked back in to the dining room with the trays. "Break time's over lovebirds~" Sprite crowed, clanging the cookie platter down on the table and sitting loudly next to Ikaris. Y/N casually placed the four cups in front of the others sitting at the table like the leader of a parent's club setting up for a meeting, then took their own place. "So," Sersi started awkwardly, "The-world's-about-to-end-and-we-need-to-save-it-from-being-destroyed-in-the-emergence."

"And Ajak is dead," Ikaris added.

Y/N just stared at the two of them. Sprite couldn't help glancing in between Ikaris and Y/N like a child between fighting parents, and waited for someone to speak. "..I know," Y/N said finally, "What I was going to say was - how do we stop the birth of a celestial?"

Awkward laughter from Sersi faded into silence. "Ah... That's what we don't know. We were thinking maybe Druig could put the celestial to sleep, or Phastos could think of something," she murmured, pushing a useless strand of hair behind her ear.

"So why do you need me?"

"We need all of us to come up with a solution, Y/N!" Ikaris man-splained, "And Sprite said you were closer than Kingo."

"To Britain? Definitely not. To sanity, maybe," Y/N replied sassily, "But I would like to see Makkari or Kingo again. It's been too long since I spoke some decent slang. And, I can feel you wishing you were anywhere but here right now."

They pointed right at Ikaris' chest, causing everyone else to turn to them. "You can sense emotion?" Sprite asked incredulously, "Since when?"

"I can't. I can just tell cos the air soured around him."

Dull silence. Then Sersi pushed out from the table. She cleared her throat, dusted imaginary crumbs from her pants, and pushed her plate closer to the cookie platter. "Well, we'd better get going if we want to have saved the world this time next week."

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Part 1 - fin

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redheadspark · 2 years ago

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Can I request Druig(from Eternals) x Reader with August prompt no. 2? Thank you!!

A/N - I think this is rather cute for Druig! Thanks for requesting this!

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Summary - Druig tries something new,

Warnings - Just some fluff :)

“You ready to try this?”

“I’m not sure just yet,”

“Come on, Druig. You rang a cult for the last 500 years and you never learned?”

“I had other obligations to do!”

The horse next to you snorted, Druig jumping slightly as you chuckled and adjusted the saddle. He was near the opening to the corral, the warm Summer sun was barely beneath the mountains that were miles away. The ranch that you two were using for the last few days was out in rural Montana and a horse corral that was open for use. The owners of the ranch gave you and Druig access to the horses whenever you wanted, and thankfully you knew a thing or two when it came to riding from your time out traveling the world on your own.

So now you were teaching Druig how to ride a horse.

He never got to learn how to ride one, for as long as you were on Earth. Both because he never got around to learn how to ride, and he always avoided it. There was no real need for him to be on a horse anyways, as well as the rest of you since some of you could move a bit faster.

After stopping the Emergence from happening and saving the world, you and Druig decided to stick together and go out on your own on Earth. 500 years of being apart from one another, not to mention the pent up feelings you had for each other long before that and you never said a word, being together seemed like the most natural thing to do. Druig never wanted to leave your side ever again, kissing your along the waves of the beach right after Sersi stopped Tiamut, almost like an unleash of tensions that seemed to simmer under the surface from the both of you.

Of course, the others were just as relived when you two got together, even Phastos grumbled under his breath, “Finally!”

Now that Thena and Makkari took to space to find other Eternals and the rest of the group went back to their normal lives, you and Druig wanted to make up for lost time. One idea that you had was to stay on a ranch for a month or two, out in the open air, and simply enjoy one another. Druig found a massive ranch that had a separate guesthouse for you both to use and during your second night at the ranch, he let slip that he never learned how to ride a horse.

You nearly chocked on your wine, then deciding to make it your mission to teach him how to ride.

“Alright, come over here and grab onto the saddle here,” You instructed him, seeing him walk over with hesitance towards you and the horse. It was always this way with him, cautious and tentative. No matter if he was deciding on something simple like what kind of meal he was going to make himself, or massive and complex like humanity or mind control. Everything was precise to him, and yet now you were throwing a wrench with him in doing something out of his comfort zone.

Carefully he placed his hand on the horn of the saddle, looking rather squeamish and uneasy as the horse was towering over him. You were remaining calm though, not just for the sake of the horses not freaking out, but for Druig. He would never show he was uneasy with a task in front of him, but you knew him well enough to know that he was not liking this hobby.

“Okay, you’re doing great,” You reassured him as he was still clinging onto the saddle, “Now place your foot in the loop here…that foot….okay!”

Druig was a bit clumsy in getting his foot up, but of course you didn’t want to laugh to make it worse for him. But you only wished you had your camera to take a picture and share with the others, then again, you knew you would never hear the end of it.

“Now the fun part is pulling yourself up and straddling the saddle,” You explained, Druig hesitating for another moment with the thought of pulling himself up to sit on a horse. You merely kissed his cheek and rubbed his back.

“You got this, babe,” You soothed at him, “You’re the Mind Controlling Eternal who saved and ran a community for the last 500 years and helped saved the world from a Celestial. Surely you can ride a horse!”

Druig flushed from the praise you were giving him, never once to want to have the spotlight on him in any way. If he could he would rather hide away in the darkness and let others have the shine on them, to which you loved his humble heart all the more.

Before you knew it, Druig hoisted himself up and swung his leg over, getting onto the saddle with ease. You beamed up at him, seeing him cling into the saddle for dear life.

“Look at you on a horse!” You said in glee, fishing out your phone from your back pocket quickly, “Let me take a picture and show it Makkari—“

“Dont you dare,” Druig grumbled at you as you were about to take the picture. You sighed, showing your phone back in your pocket and then taking the reins in your hands.

“Let’s just walk around the corral and get used to being on a horse,” You explained, “Give the horse a gentle tap with your heels on his belly. It won’t hurt him, trust me,”

Druig did just that, the horse walking nice and slow in a good cadence. Druig was watching you walk along his horse, a small smirk on her lips as he was still holding onto the horn of the saddle and getting used to being in a saddle.

“Tell me again how you learned how to ride?” Druig asked as you were going along the corral fence gently.

“Backpacking in the Canadian Rockies and picking up a few trades from there,” You explained, “Those cowboys taught me everything I know.”

“Cowboys?” He asked you, almost in a jealous tone as you chuckled and patted the horses neck.

“They’re a bit more rugged than you,” You teased him as he rolled his eyes, “But you are far more handsome than any of them”

Seeing the blush on his cheeks, you kept walking along the inside of the corral ring a few more rounds. You both wanted this peace together for centuries, and now there was nothing else in your way. You wanted to let these new years together drag on, not going too fast or letting the other slip away.

Yet Druig was groaning and moaning from the sore muscles the following morning, you giggling as you iced his legs and thighs. You texted Makkari about it later, in which Makkari thought it was the funniest thing in the world and was sworn to secrecy

The End

August Prompt Session

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cdragons · 2 years ago

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...I made a gif

*Not Makkari and Kaet on their way back to the Domo after robbing Atlantis and accidentally sinking it*

tagging: @ethereal-athalia, @valeskafics, @jolixtreesunn, @aphroditesmoon,

#marvel eternals #marvel x reader #eternals x reader #eternals imagine #oc x character #reader x character #makkari x reader #makkari x oc #druig's favorite gals are both kleptomanics #this is canon to me #chloe zhao can you hear me?#eternals #eternals incorrect quotes #eternals marvel

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xoxo-mei · 1 year ago

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Missing Them - A Druig x Reader Oneshot

The Eternals have been my family for centuries. And I couldn't wish for a better one. Ajak was like a mom to me, Ikaris kept me strong, Sersi held my hand whenever I needed just someone by my side. But the one I loved most of all was Druig.

He was my beating heart. He was the life coursing through my veins. Without him, I was nothing.

So, when he decided to leave and live somewhere with a group he mind-controlled, I didn't tell him that it was a bad idea like the rest. No. I went along and joined him at his side.

What can I say, love makes you blind.

But as time flew by, the sensations of grief only grew stronger. I missed the rest of my family. I missed Ikaris's jokes to cheer me up, or Sersi's attempts at lame distraction, or Sprite teaching me new things every single day.

I didn't have that anymore.

I was sitting at the side of the lake, my bare feet flying back and forth in the water calmly.

My thoughts were consuming me whole. So much that I didn't even hear the footsteps approaching me.

The person sat down next to me and just by scent alone, I didn't even have to turn around to know it was Druig.

''What is going on in that head of yours?'' He questioned softly, making sure that the sound wasn't too big a contrast to the silence I was in, ''You have been stuck in your mind for months now. You know you can tell me anything, right?''

''I don't think you would understand this matter.'' I admitted gently.

I knew Druig was my listening ear, but I also knew that he would think it strange how bothered I was by such a trivial matter (in his eyes).

I turned to him and finally admitted the truth.

It was something I wanted to say for a long time now, and I think, it's time to let it fly between us freely.

''I miss them.''

''Who? You have your family here.'' Druig retorted matter-of-factly.

Sighing, I shook my head and turned back to the water, ''We both know it isn't my family.''

Druig stayed silent before speaking up once again, ''But I am your family.''

I thought for a second.

I never saw him as family. I never saw him as a sibling like Ikaris and Sersi, I saw him as someone I wanted to create a family with. But not the way he thinks.

I want kids with him. A home with a tiny garden for our own fruits. A cute dog to keep the little ones busy. Oh, and a terrace. One with fairylights strung all around it, making it light up in the dark.

I bit back the reply that I was longing to say. He wasn't ready to hear my feelings, not whilst Makkari is still on his mind.

''Yeah,'' I could taste the lie, ''you are.''

''What aren't you telling me?''

''Druig,'' I turned to him, but didn't dare to look him in the eyes at first, ''what would you say if I told you that I didn't look at you the same way as I do at Sersi, or Sprite, or Kingo?''

I could see the sadness in his eyes.

Shit, he wasn't understanding the clues I was trying to give.

''Do you-'' he took a deep breath, trying to hide the hurt behind a façade, ''Do you not care for me?''

''I do care for you. But not the way you think I do.''

It was silent for a minute. I watched him intently and saw the oblivion turn into realization. His mouth parted and he stared back at me with slightly widened eyes.

I waved it off, ''Don't worry about it, I know my place.''

The water was starting to reflect the sunset at the other end. Streaks of orange and yellow moved gently and collided to form this beautiful picturesque display before us.

All the thoughts once in my head found there way outside.

''I didn't hesitate to come with you, considering I have stronger feelings for you as I do for any of them. But, lately, the memories are surfacing. And,'' I took in the fresh air and let the previous words linger for a second longer, ''I just started to miss them.''

''So, what? Do you think it a mistake to come with me?''

His words stung. They left a blow to my heart and I flung my head to him instantly. I frowned, hurt in my eyes. ''I said I miss them. Not that I regret my decisions. But, Druig, they are family. I was going to miss them eventually.''

His eyes held mine in an intense gaze and he looked at his feet in the water, ''I guess it was bound to happen.''

The silence returned. We stayed there staring at the water. But then I felt this strange sensation in my head.

As if someone was trying to rip the memories out of my head.

I groaned when I realized what was happening.

''Druig.''

''What?''

He spoke so innocently, as if he wasn't doing anything. But there's no one else around us who could do this.

I took a deep breath and turned to him, just in time to see the yellow glow return to his normal eye color.

''Can you not?''

''I don't know what you're talking about.''

A chuckle escaped my lips, ''You can't just enter my head without warning, or permission, for that fact.''

Druig's head turned to me and there was this sheepish glint in his eyes, ''Honestly-''

''Druig, I saw your eyes.''

He sighed.

Guess he finally knew that he wasn't going to lie his way out of this one. His eyes met mine and I saw what he was really feeling. Frustration. Worry. Sadness.

It was all right there, swarming in his eyes before me.

All the time spent together really made him an open book before me.

''Why?''

''I don't like seeing you hurt, Y/N,'' his words were like a soft and gentle touch to my heart, ''somehow I was hoping that I could get your mind off of it for a minute. I would even settle for a second.''

My hand reached out for his and he wrapped his fingers around me immediately.

A smile came onto my face.

I squeezed his hand in reassurance, ''It's sweet, Druig, but this isn't the way it's meant to be. Sometimes, how painful or difficult it might be, we have to stick to the emotions were feeling. It's a part of life.''

''You're getting way too used to Earth,'' Druig joked, managing a laugh out of me, which made him smile, ''really. You're turning human.''

''And surprisingly,'' I met his gaze, ''I don't mind it one bit. It's difficult sometimes, but they have their appeal, I suppose.''

''Arishem won't be happy with this.''

The mention of the man whose rules we were following soured the whole mood.

And I wasn't the only one feeling that way. One look at Druig and I knew he shared the same sentiment as mine. I would always have someone at my side.

''I don't care about Arishem.''

''Me neither,'' he spoke back, a grin on his face, ''now, why don't we do something fun. Tomorrow, we can return to this spot and we can figure out how to make the suffering less.''

I nodded, a soft smile playing on my lips.

He wrapped an arm around me and kissed my forehead, pulling me into his side, ''And we have to talk about that confession of yours sooner or later.''

I suppose we did.

We stayed there for a few minutes. When we were satisfied with the sunset, we got back up and played some games with the kids at our camp.

It distracted me. But I knew the next day we would have to talk about everything.

For the ones who really needed to know what happened, here it goes:

Druig and I had a long talk. He said he needed time with the whole thing, but afterwards, he finally returned his feelings.

We saved the world from distruction with help from our family, and Druig and I went our merry way together.

We had the dream life. A house surrounded in nature. A few loving kids, a terrace with fairylights, a mini garden that we tended to as a family, and a handful of adorable pets.

It was the dream I was wishing for since I realized I loved Druig.

We stayed together for eternity, even got married, and I couldn't be happier.

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queen-of-the-avengers · 1 year ago

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CATFA: Part Two

Pairing: Ikaris x Female!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.7k

Warnings: canon violence, language, and angst

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

After five hundred years spent with the Eternals, the war with the deviants is put to an end. The team has split up in trying to take care of the last remaining deviants. You're in Mexico City watching the fall of the Aztec Empire. The past five hundred years have been amazing with Ikaris despite the constant threat of war over your heads.

"Where are the others?" Ajak asks.

"We had to split up," Makkari signs.

She's been teaching you Sign Language over the past five hundred years, and you've been fluent for the past four. You've mastered a lot of languages over those four years that you've been grateful to know.

There were more Deviants than you said," Thena says.

"Once the others kill these last Deviants, we will have eliminated them all from the planet."

You look back at the war happening. Everyone is fighting each other to the death because one side wants to be proven right while the other side is fighting to show them that they aren't. Druig has the power to mind control and he is about to mind control everyone to calm down, but Ajak prevents him from doing so.

"Don't. We don't interfere in their wars."

"This isn't war. It's genocide. Their weapons have become too deadly. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea helping them advance, Phastos," Druig accuses.

"Technology is a part of their evolutionary process, Druig. It's not exactly something that I can stop."

"No, you can't, but I can."

"Stay strong," Makkari signs.

You look back at the others when you notice something wrong with Thena. Gold lines shine over her face and her eyes gloss over in a milky white.

"It's too late," she mutters. "Everyone is going to die."

"Thena?"

Thena creates a gold sword from her powers but before she can hurt Sersi, Makkari rushes her away with her super speed.

"Thena? Thena, no!" you yell.

She stabs Phastos in the stomach, but Makkari moves him out of the way so that she only grazes her. You use your air powers to blast Thena away, but it doesn't work as much as you hoped it would. She tosses her sword at you, and it lodges itself in your shoulder. You cry out in pain and fall to the ground as Makkari rushes her away. Thena creates another sword and stabs Makkari in the gut, causing the both of them to crash to the ground. Thena stands up and swings her sword, but Ajak stands in the way so that the tip of her sword goes through her hand. It doesn't seem to affect Ajak, so Thena retracts her sword just as Ajak uses her powers. She holds her hand out with gold circles and lines connecting all of her fingers, and it seems to calm Thena down to where her eyes go back to their normal color.

"Don't listen to your head, Thena. Listen to my voice. You are safe. You are loved. You're our Thena."

Thena's eyes turn stark white again, and she creates more magical swords and shields to fight Ajak. She pushes Ajak away, spins a full circle, and stabs Ajak in the stomach with her sword from behind. Gilgamesh is quick to respond, and he wraps his arms around Thena from behind to stop her.

"Hey, Thena! Hey! Stop, stop, stop!"

Thena breaks away from Gilgamesh and fights him with the intent to kill. You know this is a situation better handled internally than with you getting involved, so you tend to your own wounds. Ajak starts to heal Makkari who is grateful for her help. Ikaris comes back from killing deviants on his side of the world, but he doesn't rush to you immediately.

He looks to his right and sees Sersi who is also injured from Thena and Gilgamesh fighting. It takes him two seconds to decide who to run to and it's you. It's only two seconds but it doesn't go unnoticed by you.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine," you wince and let your powers heal you slowly.

"Thena, please. Come back to us."

Thena isn't relenting, so Gilgamesh uses his powers and strikes Thena in the head, causing her to go unconscious. Ajak doesn't want to do this in the middle of the forest where anyone can walk up and see them, so she takes everyone into the sacred temple way above where everyone else is fighting. Thena is laid on the stone table in the middle of the room, but she doesn't wake up right away.

"I thought Mahd Wy'ry was a myth," Sersi sighs.

"What's Mahd Wy'ry?" you ask.

"It's what humans call PTSD or even dementia," Ajak explains. "It only seems to affect Eternals."

"There is no cure so no one talks about it," Phastos shrugs.

Thena gasps awake and looks at everyone in fear and confusion.

"What happened?"

"You attacked everyone. You wounded Sersi, Phastos, Y/N, and you nearly killed Makkari."

"I don't remember."

"You have Mahd Wy'ry. Your mind is fracturing under the weight of your memories. All I can do is erase them so you can start over. I will have to inform Arishem and take you back to the ship where we have the technology to help you."

Apparently, Arishem is their boss. They go to this otherworldly being for instruction and order. He's the one who put them on Earth, and only he can say when they get to leave.

"But she won't be Thena anymore," Makkari signs.

"What if it happens again? She could've killed you. She could have killed all of us."

"Please. Please, I... I want to remember. I want to remember my life." Thena whimpers.

"Thena, I love you, but listen to me. It's not important if you remember or not. Your spirit will remain. You will always be Thena deep inside. Trust me."

"Why should she trust you? You're asking her to let you erase who she is," Druig speaks up.

You stand off to the side and let them hash this out since this seems like an Eternal problem. You'd only make things worse if you were to add your input.

"Druig, I know you're upset, but--"

"Upset?!" he yells at her. "We've trusted you for seven thousand years, and look where you've gotten us. I've watched humans destroy each other when I could stop it all in a heartbeat. Do you know what that does to someone after centuries? Could our mission have been a mistake? Are we really helping these people build a better world? We're just like the soldiers down there. Pawns to their leaders. Blinded by loyalty. It ends now."

Druig turns to the battle happening down below and uses his powers on the soldiers. Immediately, they stop fighting and look at Druig with the same colored eyes as his powers. Ikaris yanks Druig back and slams him against the wall in anger.

"Let them go."

"You're gonna have to make me," he smirks. Ajak pulls Ikaris away to deal with Druig on her own, and Ikaris rejoins your side. "If you wanna stop me, you're gonna have to kill me."

He gives her two seconds to respond, and when she doesn't, he turns and leaves the group. He's going to go off on his own and prosper with the soldiers he's taken hostage.

"I'll watch over Thena," Gilgamesh offers. "Let her keep her memories."

"One day, when she attacks you, you might have to kill her."

"We'll take that chance."

Thena looks down emotionally at the compassion and kindness her friend gives her.

"You may all go. The Deviants are gone. There is no reason for you to stay with me."

"Shouldn't you ask Arishem first? We're a team, we should stay together," Ikaris says.

"I didn't ask you for your advice, Ikaris. Do not forget your place. This is where we say goodbye. You are free to go. I want you to go out there and live a life for yourselves. Find your own purpose, and one day, when we see each other again, I want you to tell me what you found."

With no one tethering you to the other Eternals, you and Ikaris are free to live your life as a couple rather than fighting comrades. It's been fun fighting alongside them, but you're ready to live your life with Ikaris. It took some time to get used to this new life, but you two adapted quickly.

It would be perfect if there wasn't one thing constantly on your mind, always poking at you to make sure you know it's there.

Ikaris and Sersi were in a relationship for five thousand years before he met you, and that kind of time with someone will always stick around no matter how much you declare you're moving on. You didn't see it at first, but Ikaris always chose places to live that were near Sersi. He didn't live right next door to her, but he made sure to always be close enough in case she needed him.

It got to a point where it started affecting your relationship with him. You tried to ignore it for the first few centuries, but it came to a point where you needed to either get out or become a slave to his charm. Ikaris is charming and gorgeous but he's manipulating you without even knowing it. He doesn't mean to do it, but his soulmate is Sersi, and it's time you find yours.

"Ikaris, can we talk?"

Ikaris knows this conversation is coming, he just refuses to believe it's here. He loves you, but he's in love with Sersi.

"I know what you're going to say."

"Then you know it's the right decision. I know you love me and I love you, but you're still in love with Sersi. She's great and another Eternal. I won't live forever, but you two will. It's best if we go our separate ways."

"I'm sorry. I never meant for things to end up like this."

"It's okay. I promise."

With that, you left to go find your soulmate. It's been nine hundred years since you first came to Earth, and you've been to virtually every corner of this planet. New York City will always have a place in your heart, so that's where you go. Technology had evolved immensely since the 1500s, but New York in the 1930s is something you wish everyone can experience. The 20s were truly a gem, and experiencing that by yourself was enlightening.

This is the first time in centuries that you don't have a plan. You can be whoever you want to be, live wherever you want to live, and do whatever you want to do. Maybe you'll open a clothing business and restart that passion of yours. New York may not rely on you to survive, but you could help a lot of people.

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