#and Thena says first of all don't say it like that

[softquietsteadylove]

Me again! Could I maybe request a follow up to the lawyer/Thena raising her sisters au? The first one was so good and I'd love to see what happens when Gil comes over to make the lasagna. Thank you :)

"Hey!"

Gil looked up from chopping, just barely catching two heads ducking down behind the back of the couch again to resume pretending to watch tv. He chuckled, glancing briefly to his right, "it's okay, I don't mind."

Thena shook her head though, focusing back on cutting parsley with needlessly forceful chops. "They're only lingering so they can ask you invasive questions, despite me debriefing them earlier."

It was funny that she called it 'debriefing' them. But she had warned him that she didn't have much in the way of friends, so don't be concerned by the endless questions of being her boyfriend, or at least liking her, if not being accused of having a long standing affair with her. That, he had blushed at.

He shrugged though, laughing to himself as he caught the odd eye glancing his way again. "They're kids, I don't blame them for being curious. I did kind of come over uninvited."

"Trust me, it's never gone well when I've attempted to tackle our mother's recipes before," Thena muttered, looking at the hand written notes lovingly propped open on a book stand for their reference. She looked down and pointed with the knife, "like this?"

Gil smiled; the parsley looked like it had been murdered and sawed. He nodded, "looks great. Honestly, even finer--the smaller the better when it goes in the ricotta."

Thena accepted the instruction, resuming hacking at it.

Gil winced for the poor cutting board. "May I?"

Thena just watched as he reached over gently. He moved one hand to the back of the blade and adjusted the wrist of her other, demonstrating the rocking motion of a cleaner cut. "Oh."

"It'll be easier on your hand," he suggested lightly, leaving his ears and the cutting board's longevity aside.

Thena eyed him and the mirepoix he was stirring in the pot with sizzling meat already in it. She continued his work, slower and clumsier, but following his demonstration. "Thanks--this is what I was talking about."

He shrugged, though, adding the garlic and tomato paste to the loudly sizzling pot. "Hey, you wouldn't know this stuff unless it was taught to you. I just happened to be in the kitchen with my grandma a lot as a kid."

Thena stared down at her parsley, looking more and more fine by the moment. "Mother knew I was terrible in the kitchen. Father would remind me ceaselessly that a wife who couldn't cook was like a car with no wheels."

Gil frowned, "that's a pretty messed up thing to say. And to your own daughter?"

She gave him a half a smile and a raise of her sharp eyebrow, "you can tell why Mother's keepsakes are all over the house, while I didn't even keep the car that was in Father's name."

He gave her a little laugh at her joke, no matter how dark. "I guess I don't blame you for that. Moms hold the family together most of the time anyway, right?--taste."

Thena blinked at the speed with which he transitioned from one subject back to their dinner. But she accepted the bite of carrot, blowing before popping it into her mouth. "Hm, still crunchy, but it tastes good."

"Adding the tomato paste and frying it a little first helps get that tinny, acidic taste out, and sweetens it." He reached for the wine, adding a healthy glug or two before reaching for the canned tomatoes. He nodded his head, "want a glass?"

Her eyes darted to the living room.

She was a dutiful guardian, mother or not. Gil smiled, though, nudging the bottle, "one glass won't hurt, right? We're not going anywhere for the rest of the night, and they're fine."

Thena eyed the bottle before sighing, "there are some glasses on the top shelf next to the fridge, I think."

She thought, as in she wasn't sure. But Gil wiped his hands off on the towel he had thrown over his shoulder and moved to the fridge. There were indeed wine glasses still in there, upside down and everything. He pulled two out, admiring the light feel and crystalline shine of them.

"Hey," he whispered, pouring them each a modest glass of a mere few ounces each. He clinked them lightly too, although the quality of the glass still made them ting loudly. "To the first lasagne of many, right?"

That made her smile, and his own smile brightened. Whether it was lasagne or anything else from their mother's hand written recipes, he was happy to help with it. She picked up her glass and gave him a gentle smile over the rim of it. "To the inaugural lasagne."

Her lips looked even more full against the rim of a glass, and when she pulled away he realised for the first time that she wore just a little lip colour when they were in the office.

He averted his eyes from the faint pink on the rim of her glass, looking into his own swirl of red wine. Moving back to the pot he smelled the bubbling mixture. "Usually I'd say to let it simmer for a while, but about fifteen minutes should be fine so we can get things in the oven."

Thena nodded after another sip of her own. "Is the parsley cut enough?"

It was now practically a fine paste it was so chopped. The cutting board was stained green, which of course meant a lot of its flavour was stuck in the wood grain as opposed to still in the leaves. But he grinned, "looks great."

Thena rolled her eyes.

"Hey, really," he laughed, reaching around her for the bowl of ricotta to mix the greens into. "And you said you were terrible at this."

She sighed again, letting her eyes drift back to the couch and to the tv playing some kind of reality show. "Just ask them about the first time I tried baking cookies for them. I'm forbidden from contributing to bake sales. I think they nearly called the CDC on me."

Gil laughed from his belly at that. The heads on the couch turned to watch them again but he was busy looking at Thena, who was laughing faintly at her own joke. Or maybe she was laughing because he was. Either way, she had a cute laugh. "Come on, it couldn't be that bad."

She shook her head though, "poor Sersi had to take over for me to get even one pan of edible merchandise. I had to write a note excusing my poor performance."

Gil caught two pairs of eyes fully spying on them, getting caught be damned. But he slid against the edge of the counter to lean closer. "I mean, I would think they could give you a bit of a break, all things considered."

Thena's expression turned gloomy again, staring into her wine. "I think they do. But everything they send home for them to do feels herculean after a long week, or a big case, or soccer, or-"

The oven beeped loudly at them, announcing its preheating.

Thena gave him a light smile again as she retrieved the casserole dish they had selected. "Ready?"

"I'd say so," he replied gently. He picked up a ladle, first putting in some sauce on the bottom. "This helps to steam the noodles and prevent burning on the bottom layer."

"Hm," Thena mused as she watched him layer the first set of lasagne sheets in. "I thought it was a meaningless old tradition. I never imagined there was a reason for it."

Gil looked back at the recipe, "it's one of those things that you only know if you know. I'm sure your mom never thought of adding in stuff like this."

"No, I suppose not."

He gulped, wondering if he should have brought it up at all. But Thena's smile, although wistful, wasn't really sad. He pointed, "it's your time to shine."

She laughed faintly, scooping out the mixture of ricotta and her pulverised parsley. "I'm lucky I have your expertise."

He blushed. She could have asked him for anything, after he had found out what kind of day she'd had when she texted. He would have fished the moon out of the sky if she asked.

She flicked the spoon for the last glob before he layered on more sauce. "I may have to call on you again the next time we open the book."

He grinned down at the noodles as he laid them. Thena's hands were long but slim, her fingers so delicate and pretty. His sleeves were rolled up for cooking, as were hers. She looked half his size, standing next to him. "Any time, you name it."

"Careful Gil," she murmured, and it almost sounded like she was teasing him playfully. "If this turns out well, they'll be demanding you cook for them all the time."

He was pretty sure he would agree to that, whether by the girls' demand or their sister's. "The defense rests, your honour."

Thena rolled her eyes again at his corny lawyer joke, but she was still smiling at least.

"Okay," he breathed as he ladled on the last layer of sauce. "Get some cheese on this and I believe we'll have a beautiful lasagne in about an hour."

"About an hour?" she asked firmly as she sprinkled on the cheese mixture from the bag. "Don't underestimate my ability to ruin an hour's worth of hard work in the last ten minutes."

"Okay, okay," he chuckled. Thena was adamant in everything she did, from her casework in court, to her determination that she was a blackhole of culinary ability. "Set a timer for 40 minutes, then we'll check it, and I like to broil it for the last five or so, just to get that leopard spotting on the cheese."

"Yes, Chef," she purred (definitely teasing him).

He buried his nose in his wine glass again. He was just about empty, but Thena definitely didn't drink regularly with two teenagers at home, and he didn't come over to get buzzed anyway.

"Here," she said gently, reaching for the glass with the bottle already in hand. He had a polite decline on his tongue when she pulled his hand with hers, topping him up. "I owe you far more than dinner and some wine, but I guess it's a start."

"You don't owe me anything Thena," he frowned even as she poured herself a little more too. He leaned forward again, "really."

She just looked at him, and she was back to being completely unreadable. He dreaded to think what it was like to go up against her in court; not only was her beauty intimidating, but that stare was cold enough to chill his wine to the touch.

"Are you done flirting?!"

Gil tugged at his shirt collar, only to remember that he had already taken off his tie and undone the first two buttons so he wouldn't sweat in the food.

Thena glared at her sister, "I beg your pardon?"

The head of auburn hair ducked down like a startled dog, but didn't retreat entirely. "When's dinner gonna be ready?"

"In an hour," Thena snapped again, but it wasn't her sharp tone that had the girl trembling. If anything, her sharpness seemed familiar and comforting to her sisters.

"Can I have a diet coke?"

"No."

"Come on!" Sprite whined at her, "you're having a fun drink!"

Gil slid his eyes over to his colleague. The evidence was right there, even if he was the one at fault for it.

Thena let out a loud sigh, matching the dramatic energy of her sister(s). "Fine, you can each have one. But if it's gone before dinner, that's it, it's water for the rest of the night."

"Fine," Sprite moaned as she slid off the couch to retrieve them.

Thena glared at her.

"She means thank you," Sersi offered much more sweetly and docilely, even if it was just to appease their sister's glaring. She crept behind her younger sister, holding onto her shoulders the whole way to the fridge. Her eyes darted between them, "it, um, smells nice."

Gil smiled; they were nice kids. Thena had done a great job with them, clearly. "Thanks, I hope I got everything right."

"You can't do worse than her, dude, trust me," Sprite pointed blatantly at their guardian. "She's, like, find a bone in your cereal--bad."

"It was one time."

It wasn't a joke? Where did the bone come from?

"If dinner isn't for an hour," Sersi swayed on the spot, like a child shyly twirling her dress (although she was actually in yoga pants with a green flannel tied around her waist). "Would you like to watch an episode of Ghost Files?"

"Ghost show, huh?" Gil grinned, putting his hand on his hips. He looked over at Thena, who looked maybe even a little sheepish.

"It's our fav," Sprite added, excited at the prospect of sharing their favourite program. "They find evidence, and then Thee tells us if it would be accepted in court."

"None of it would be," she stated outright, "but they still ask me every episode."

She made it sound tedious, but she was smiling just like the other two as they started to move back to the living room. Gil followed, "sounds like a fun family thing."

"If you two sit up properly, there'll be room for Gil to sit," Thena suggested not-so-subtly.

But Sersi and Sprite threw themselves back onto the couch. One side was clearly claimed by each, Sersi's with a fluffy blanket for her legs and Sprite's with a crumpled up throw pillow and snacks on her respective end table.

They pointed. "Or you can sit on the loveseat."

"Yeah, why else have two couches?" Sprite snickered with a mouthful of roasted peanuts.

"Animals," Thena admonished her sisters, and yet took a graceful seat on the smaller sofa adjacent to the tv. She had sat closer, giving Gil the better seat for viewing. She pulled one of her legs up, leaving the other down and her pencil skirt stretching to accommodate her.

He sat down on the other cushion, clutching his wine glass and trying to focus on the show, rather than how he could now smell that Thena also wore a little perfume when she was in the office too.

[moon-child-goddess]

When we say goodbye Pt 1

Pairings:  Druig X LightBender!Eternal!Reader (Fem) 

Summary: Druig and readers time together before he leaves the group. The beginning of her descent into darkness. 

Warnings: MCU Violence, Blood, Fighting, I used Fem pronouns, some fluff and angst. Time Jumps

Author's note: I watched Saltburn and then Eternals, got an Idea so here we are my first ever thingy thing. This is part one. I got carried away…. I hope you all enjoy it! 

Part Two Part Three

Intricate gold patterns trailed up Y/Ns arms as she used the sunlight around her to create a massive hawk. It took off, sinking its glowing talons into the deviant’s eyes. The creature let out a strangled shriek before biting the bird. The golden creature dissolved in its jaws. Y/N pulled more light together, throwing it at the ugly monster. The ground rumbled under her feet as it fell over.  It held the force of a mini earthquake. She used all the strength in her legs to keep from toppling over. Usually, Y/N had to have help from Thena or one of the other Eternals help her take the deviants down. She could wound them but hardly ever executed. 

A deviant that was hidden in the tree line focused on the Y/H/C-haired girl. She stood over its friend, a  wide victorious smile on her face. And did a small dance, proud of herself. It huffed out before taking off toward her. The creature now behind Y/N raised a clawed hand, slashing it through the air with the force of hurricane winds. An ear-splitting scream passed her lips while the deviant’s razor-sharp nails ripped through her flesh. Cutting right through her like a perfectly done steak. A searing heat of pain ran through her body. 

"Y/N!" Druig cried out. Within a heartbeat, he took off running to her. Leaving Kingo and Thena to fend for themselves. He knew they were more than capable of handling their situation.  After all, Thena could take three deviants down in the blink of an eye. 

Gilgamesh neutralized the deviant attacking the girl, effectively preventing it from killing Y/N. More deviants came out of the trees to defend their fallen, pulling him back to Thenas side. There were more of the creatures in this area than anywhere the group had been before. They were multiplying like bunnies in the spring.  

Druig knelt in Y/N's blood as it soaked in to the forest's floor and carefully pulled her head to his lap. His eyes flitted over the crimson wounds, muttering a sorry when a whimper escaped her. Through the blurry haze of pain, she could make out a deviant coming toward the two of them. No one besides Y/N seemed to notice the thing. Without another thought, she used the small patch of sunlight by her fingers directing the stream of light to blind the monster. Cerci took care of the rest.

"Saved my ass again, my sunshine." He smiled that breathtaking smile, pushing her hair out of her face. Druig took a deep breath wiping any emotions he showed off his face. He didn't want to worry his friend. 

"I think we are even now," she spoke, inhaling sharp breaths with each word.

Ajak got down by the two, placing her hands on Y/N. A numb, tingling feeling ran through her. It felt like her limbs were waking up after sleeping on them wrong. Even with how many times Ajak has used her abilities on her, it was a sensation she would never get used to. Once Ajak was finished,  Y/N thanked her.  Honestly, the group would have been dead if Arishem hadn't given them Ajak.  

Y/N got up to her knees and faced the black-haired menace she called her best friend. She bit her lip, not finding the words she wanted to say. ‘Thank you…I love you.’ Instead, she hugged him.  Druig buried his face in her neck, inhaling in her smell overwhelmed his senses.  A reminder she was still there.

“You’re still here,” he murmured against her neck, causing chills to run down her spine.

“You would miss me if I was gone. Who would accidentally hurt Ikaris for you." Y/N joked, pulling away to look into his beautiful blue eyes.

"You don't even know." He responded. Ruffling her hair before helping her up. 

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Thena dodged at Y/N. They were training in a secluded  area of a beach. The girl side stepped out of the way effectively blocking the blonde warrior. Thena tried a right hook and Y/N used her arm to block the hit. That was the fourth time in a row. Which was a major improvement. 

“See I can fight” Y/N giggled as Thena threw another punch at her. 

“You have some things to work on, for your safety.”  Thena responded. She was doing this for Y/N, but Druig had begged her to help. He never asked for anything so she gladly complied. 

Y/N managed to hook her leg over Thena’s. Effectively pulling  her down on the sand. She straddled the warrior with a victory smile. Sounds of claps met her ears from a distance. Looking up it was Makkari cheering her on. Thena used the distraction to flip over and pin Y/N down. She wore the victory smirk now. 

“You cheated” 

“You lost focus.” Thena pulled her up.  

“Did you want me to kill you?” Y/N asked exasperated. 

“No, but let's go again. This time I won't go easy”  

“Easy?” That was outrageous.

 Y/N made the first move this round of sparing. Thena effortlessly dodged the attack knocking Y/N down. She glared up at the women, more determined to win. She got up and tried again only to be knocked on her ass once again. Grains of sand fell into her clothes, and stuck  to her sweat. Her hair was all over the place too she knew she had to have looked crazy. Her chest heaved as she began to catch her breath. 

Thena put an arm out to help her up but dropped her halfway up. The blonde woman smiled down at her. Y/N  heard a laugh this time. She knew that laugh like it was the air she needed to breathe. He must have made his way over with Makkari. Those two were attached at the hip lately. 

“Shut up Dru.”  she called out to her dark haired friend, and bit down on her lip. 

Thena helped Y/N back up and got her to her feet this time. Nodding at the girl to go again. There was a moment of hesitation before she lunged back at her screaming. This time she grazed Thena with her fingers, and escaped the movement the warrior made to grab her. There was at least 7 feet between them now. They both waited for the other to make a move. Thena started to go for Y/N’s right but swerved for the left taking the girl for surprise and once again putting her on the sandy floor. 

Y/N huffed out, defeated and done for the day. She covered her face with her aching arms. This hit was going to bruise. Druig laughed again. 

“Once again, shut up Dru.” He apologized but his tone was joking. She knew he was too amused to mean it.  

“You are doing well. In another week you will be able to defend yourself flawlessly.” She pulled Y/N back up to her feet. Signing to Makkari to join her in the city. 

Druig was distracted by the sweat glinting off Y/N’s body as she made her way to sit next to him. She dug her bare feet into the warm sand resting her head on her knees. He rubbed her back watching the ocean's waves roll on to the shore. 

“You are improving sunshine.” She grunted at his words. 

‘Lies’ she thought leaning in to him. Her body hurt all over. 

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Y/N ran through the crowded town square knocking into some people. She ignored the glares thrown her way, too focussed on finding her friend. She wanted to show him something exciting. He was going to love it. It thrilled her to know she was going to see that soft smile of his.  

“Druig!” Y/N yelled when his head of hair came into view.  As soon as he heard her voice, he dropped what was in his hands, looking for her.  A small smile fought its way onto his face as she ran towards him. She quickly closed the remaining distance between them before he could even step forward.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

"Yes, my sunshine?" His smile widened as he watched her bounce on the balls of her feet. Obviously excited about something. 

"Come with me. I want to show you something." Y/N grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers together. She whisked him off toward the forest. He didn't have the opportunity to say no. Not that he would have denied her anything. He would have walked across hot coals if she so much as asked.

They came to a halt in the middle of a clearing of varying purple colored flowers. Y/N stood, so she was right in front of him, stealing his attention. He used their joined hands to pull her closer. A sparkle crossed his eyes as he rested his forehead against hers. He glanced down at her soft lips. Their lips were a breath away from what they both wanted, but they were too stubborn to do anything. 

"Ok, close your eyes, no peeking." she bit down on the inside of her cheek, untangled their fingers, and took a step back. Druig frowned. And reached out to her. She shook her head.  

"I swear, Y/N,  if this is a trick. I will not talk to you ever again." That was a lie. Even if it wasn't, she would wear him down. She knew all the right buttons to push to get his attention. A soft musical laugh escaped her before she responded. He yearned to bottle that sound up for a cloudy day. 

"Dru, it's not. Now place your hands over your eyes, and no using your powers." He poked her in the side, straightening up before complying with her demands. It earned him another laugh. 

Druig could sense her tongue sticking out. Y/N had always done that when she was concentrating. He knew her better than he knew himself. He paid attention to every detail for centuries and stored them in his memory. Druig could read her like an open book. Sometimes he wondered if she knew all her little quirks. How she tousled her hair when she was stressed or when her nose twitched when she wanted to yell.

After a couple minutes, Druig's hands were tugged away from his face. He kept his eyes closed, waiting for her to be truly ready. Afraid to ruin her surprise. Y/N once again laced their fingers together. Druig squeezed her palms, rubbing his thumb across her soft skin.  He could stay like this forever, just the two of them. Although, he would prefer to actually see her. 

"Open." It felt like an eternity before he did as she asked. 

The scene in front of him was ethereal. Thousands of gold butterflies fluttered around them. Y/N watched as Druigs sapphire blue eyes followed the movements of her creations. There was a lone black one that flew past his face. It looked more like a moth than a butterfly. It landed on a rock before vanishing. 

Druig’s whole body was relaxed for the first time in a while. He stared at the spectacle in front of him in utter disbelief. With an extended finger, he coaxed a butterfly to land on it. It spread its wings out as he pulled it up closer to examine. There were delicate patterns on the wings. They looked like any regular butterfly, just dipped in liquid gold. 

Druig set the thing on Y/Ns nose and dragged the finger past her lips pulling at her bottom lip and rested on her chin. Her nose scrunched up as the insect walked across her cheek. An affectionate smile took over his face, and his eyes dilated. His finger lingered on her chin a second longer, watching as the butterfly disappeared.  

She had butterflies; anytime he touched her or simply looked her way. With that look, he reserved for her alone. It was softer than he ever looked at Makkari. Butterflies were there at the thought of him.

"How is this possible? You can usually only create one thing at a time."  Druig pulled them both down. He sat on the cold ground and her on his lap. He snaked an arm around her waist, holding her close. He rested his chin on her soft hair, keeping his gaze on the moment playing out before him. 

"I'm not sure I was playing around, and bam. Butterflies." Y/N paused, making an exploding gesture with her hands. She looked like a kid on their birthday, giddy.

“Not the most frightening thing. But hey, I did it."

"This is wonderful. My beautiful, beautiful sunshine." Y/N leaned her head on his shoulder, watching the glittering butterflies disappear with the sunset. Druig played with her hair absentmindedly, placing a soft kiss on her temple.

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Y/N stood in the forest with everyone listening to Ajak lecture Druig about controlling the humans. Thena began to twitch and mumble inaudible things next to her. Y/N truly thought it was another insult toward Druig, but she couldn't hear anything as Phastos began yelling. Thena  started to speak a little louder this time. 

“Thena?” Sersi said, turning to us looking concerned. “Are you ok?” 

“Everyone is going to die” Thenas eyes went a foggy white, and she summoned a polearm ready to attack. 

“Sersi!” Y/N cried out trying to get in front of her before Thena could attack. Makkari reacted instantly before the rest of the group knew what was happening, and pulled Sersi out of the warrior's way. Druig focused on Y/N’s cries. 

Chaos broke out instantly. The golden weapon managed to hit Phastos. Y/N tried to summon something but there was no light available to pull from. The darkness moved slightly casting shadowy lines on the ground, but she couldn't gain control of them.  Druig yanked her out of the way as Makkari took off with Thena.  

Before Druig could even try to stop her, she went running after them.She ran as fast as she could trying to have half the speed Makkari had. He called out to stop her, but she was too far gone, trying to protect those she cared about.  

Makkari was hurt on the forest floor. Thena waved her weapon around frantically, nicking the girl in front of her. Drawing blood. Y/N let out a hiss. Was it dumb to run after someone when she can't fight? Absolutely, but she wanted to protect her family.  Thena was about to make a fatal blow, but Ajak stopped it with her hand. She showed no emotion as she stared the warrior down.  It was chilling.

 Y/N used the distractions as her opportunity to get to her friend who was laying still. She put pressure on Makkari’s wound to slow the blood loss.Throwing her whole weight on it, which caused the girl under her to flinch. 

“It's ok. We will fix this.”  Y/N spoke, trying to keep calm while waiting for Ajak to come. Hoping Makkari would understand her. 

Druig knelt next to her putting his hands on top of A/N’s. A worried look flashing through him as he caught sight of the cut on her arm. Ajak was over in no time working on healing them. Gilgamesh stood by looking absolutely guilty for what he had done to Thena. 

Druig pulled Y/N to a river washing her hands in the cool water. It was slowly grounding the girl back to reality. He murmured gentle affirmations to her as he scrubbed at her skin. 

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Once again, Druig and Ajak were arguing about the humans. They were all in the confines of a pyramid now. Ikaris involved himself always acting as if he was the one incharge. He threatened Druig. They frequently fought about something stupid and made empty threats. Normally Y/N would defend him. But she was overwhelmed with the dry blood that remained under her nails and Thena laying in front of her. Y/N had found it easy to tune them out through the centuries, turning them into background noise. Her second favorite person was hurting, and she couldn't fix it. This wasn't fair, she thought. Ajak couldn't even truly fix it. Her powers had limits, just like the rest of the group.

Intense words continued to be traded amongst the group. A malicious tone was hidden behind every spoken thought.  Ajak stayed calm; she was the only one with a level head. Y/N stood stark still in a corner, keeping quiet. She tried to become one with the wall behind her. Her eyes were glued to the colorful walls, begging internally for them to calm down and stop. 

Eventually,  a stark silence took over the room. Cries of the innocent outside seemed to disappear through the walls. Y/N glanced up,  examining the small space. Druig was rushing out. No one moved from their place to stop him. They just watched. 

Y/N began to hyperventilate; the air was thinning out. Dru wasn't going to say goodbye? Was our friendship a lie? Did he only put up with me for entertainment?  Poisonous thoughts raced through her head. Her feet had their own mind and made her take off after him.

"Druig!" Y/N Shouted, bolting down the stairs. She wanted to beg him to stop… to come back and say it was all a sick joke. She yearned for him to tell her he would never leave her behind. 

‘Stay with me, please.’ She begged him subconsciously.  Her thoughts were so loud that she was half convinced he could hear them when he flinched. Y/N knew it was selfish, but she needed him

A choked sob escaped her as her feet hit the flat ground. It felt as if her heart was making its way to her throat. The thing beat rapidly against her ribs like a stampede of gazelles being chased as prey. It was almost painful.

"Dru, please." He didn't respond, only walked at a faster pace. Y/N yelled out again. One last desperate attempt to get his attention. 

This time, he stopped surrounded by the people under his control. Y/N blinked back the tears, threatening to fall. She placed a hand over her mouth, smothering a sob. Druig’s hands clenched into tight fists. He watched the people in front of him, all unmoving not even a blink. 

 "Please- Please don't leave me."  Y/N’s voice cracked. Deep inside her soul, she knew this was goodbye. He turned to face her, eyes dilated. Instead of sapphire blue, she was met with black pools of obsidian. She stepped forward. The people were already on the defense with her movements towards the Eternal. Druig stopped them immediately she was no threat, and no harm would come to her at his hand. 

"My beautiful, beautiful sunshine. I have to go. Arishems plan is not for me.” Druig cautiously wiped away a stray tear from her cheek. He never wanted to be the reason for those tears, but this was what was best for her. She would regret leaving with him, and he couldn't ask her to leave the people she loved so much. Y/N closed her eyes. Tipping her head up to the starry sky, she let out a depleted laugh. 

“You are going to do wonderful things." He mumbled. Before he could stop it, he pulled her in for a hug. Druig held on tighter than usual. She wrapped herself around his frame, taking in the comfort of his hold. He buried his face in her neck. They fit together perfectly. As if they were sculpted for each other. They were two pieces of a puzzle meant to be lost. He pulled away slowly and tucked loose strands of Y/N's hair behind her ears. Then placed a gentle kiss on the tip of her nose before resting his forehead against hers.

"Please." she choked on her tears, reaching out to cup his face. She held on to him like one would hold an injured bird. Druigs eyes flashed through emotions before going blank.  Oh how he wanted to be selfish, but he couldn't ask her to leave. He wiped away another tear, yearning to stop her pain. Their lips were mere inches apart. He could take the one thing he's wanted since he met her on that ship.  But he couldn't do that to her. He was a selfish man, just not when it came to her. 

"You need them, and they need you." He took a step back and locked his jaw. It took everything in his soul to not reach out and grab her. He forced himself to walk away. 

"No." She whispered as she watched him retreat through the flaming city. Her heart shattered with each step he took with his new followers. A darkness began to fill in the cracks.

"I-I need you." she whispered to the air once he was gone.  

[hikarimiyanaga]

Healing A Broken Heart (Part 1)

Summary :

You and Wanda are in love. At least you thought so. During a particularly bad fight, she tells you that if she had a choice, she wouldn't be with you.

And that, in your thousands years of life, is the most painful thing you've ever heard that was said to you.

PS. This was inspired by that one reddit post and it snowballed from there.

-

You drink another shot. For the past few weeks and so, this is the only thing you've done during the nights. Drink.

As if it could make you forget. Forget the pain. Forget the memories. Forget Wanda.

But it couldn't, it was only for the night for you still remember everything the day after.

You really hated being a semi-eternal.

You were created to be with the other eternals but there was something wrong with you. You didn't have any powers.

Still, Arishem sent you along with Ajak and the others as a reporter.

You had the immortality and physique but nothing else.

Still, Sersei, Makkari, Sprite, Kingo, Phastos, Thena, Ajak, Druig and Gilgamesh were family.

So you did exactly what you were sent to do. Report. Until you and the others' rebellion years ago. Now THAT, that was a fun time.

But that? Being a hero? Something you're not? It was all in the past.

You just wanted peace. When the whole Westview happened. Ajak sent you, said something about knowledge in magic.

And so you helped. Both Wanda and Agatha.

Wanda stayed with you along with the darkhold and Agatha went with her coven.

You made sure that she made the first move. And if she never truly liked you then it was also fine. But she did. She kissed you that one night and you kissed her back.

You'd cook for her. Teach her more about her own magic. And she'd love you. She'd make you laugh. She'd make you feel peace.

It stayed like that. For Five years. You were both in love or so you thought.

She was getting impatient. You can tell. You knew that your method was slow. But it was also the safest. So that she can travel freely. Did you know that she would leave you for her boys? Of course, she will. And you'd understand. Those twins were her kids. Hers. And you-

Well, you didn't even know what you are to her.

And during the fight with her, you confirmed it. She was just with you because you knew the safest way. Because you had a way.

And so you left her. And left her notes, you weren't cruel as to leave her without knowledge on getting back with her kids.

And so here you were. In a random bar somewhere in the US. Where you stopped counting your drinks and stopped caring about yourself.

If anyone needed help then you would be there in a heartbeat, helping once again. But for now? You need to forget.

"Ah. Here you are. I knew it." You hear Sersei say as she sits besides you. She and Makkari have been trying to find you when they went to visit Wanda a week ago and you weren't there. Sersei quickly texted Makkari as you drink again.

"Why are you trying to find me, dear changer?" All of the eternals had nicknames from you.

"We were worried. What happened?" You chuckle at that.

"Just that-" You don't finish when someone hugs you from behind. You laugh as you turn and hug Makkari. "Hi, fast one. Sorry that you couldn't reach me."

"It's okay. Why are you here though?" Makkari asks and you sigh.

"Not here. Shall we go on a walk?" You pay for your tab and leave the bar with them.

You all get seated at a park and you look ahead.

"We got into a fight." Makkari raises an eyebrow at Sersei. A fight? That was it? "And she told me that if she had a choice then she wouldn't be with me." That made them both flinch. They knew your insecurities better than anyone else. The two of them were your closest confidants after all. "So I left. Don't worry about it, though, I made sure to leave her notes. And if she did become the Scarlet Witch and destroyed everything again then-" You inhale at that. "Then I'll help stop her."

"But Wanda was-" you shake your head at Sersei. Just hearing her name is enough to make you cry. You wipe away your tears.

"I need some time alone. Call me in the emergency phone if any of you need help." You stand then smile sadly at them. They both just watched as you leave.

-

6 months. It's been half a year since you saw Wanda. But by God did she get even more beautiful. You were helping Peter Parker's mess and making sure that Strange didn't do that fucking spell again. You really hated that spell, for fuck's sake.

You sigh in relief as everything ends and no one needed to forget him.

"This is why I don't mess with memories." Sersi, Druig and Makkari turns to you. "It's too messy."

"Really? I thought you of all people would want to do it." Druig says and you hum.

"It would make it easier, that's for sure." Wanda flinches at your statement. She was near enough to hear but far enough to not get spotted. Did you want to forget her? "But what the brain cannot remember, the heart and soul will surely do." Wanda was sure now. She approaches the eternals and you realize her presence, you quickly go to Makkari and tell her to take you home.

"But-" Makkari tries to argue but you shake her.

"Just this once! I swear, okay? Please, Makkari. I can't. My heart can't." You get teary eyed and Makkari turns to Sersei. They turn to Wanda who was going to call you.

"Just this once." You nod at her and Makkari quickly leaves the battlefield with you intact. She stops at your current house in New Zealand. You sigh in relief and hug her tight.

"Thank you." You kiss her forehead. "I owe you one." Makkari nods and leaves you alone. You get inside and start to pack. You just know that either Makkari or Sersei will snitch on you. You don't blame them, though, you know that Wanda has been persistent on seeing you and wanting to know where you are.

You didn't know why she wanted to see you.

You don't know want to know.

But if you had to take a guess then maybe she'll break it off for real. You wipe away your tears again. The partying and drinking for the past 6 months has done nothing good for you.

It just made you forget temporarily.

You look at your things. It was only one suitcase, the benefits of having too much money. You hum.

Time to go there then.

-

Another 6 months has passed by. This time, you knew it. You have peace.

Well, you did still have nightmares. Your insecurities are still there. But at least here, you were truly alone. No expectations. No betrayals. Just you.

Not even Sersei or Makkari knew where you were. You didn't want the risk. You just can't run into the source of your heartache.

Or so you thought. Because your phone rings. The emergency one.

"Hello?" You ask and it was Sersei who answers.

"We need help! Or rather your friend, Strange needs help!" You hum as you ready yourself.

-

"What do you mean?? She can travel the multiverse????? FREELY?????" You ask and Stephen nods. "Whoa. Holy shit. You do know this makes you like the singular only person in the multiverse that can do that. Like damn." Sersei raises an eyebrow at you.

"You're an eternal."

"Semi! But yeah, I might be the only one. Nice! The name's Y/N! We have no last names." America looks at Stephen who nods at her.

"I'm America. America Chavez."

"Nice to meet you! So why am I here?"

"She needs help."

"Some monsters have been chasing me all throughout the multiverse and-" You hum. You get your phone out and call Agatha. You stop America and they all look at you.

"Agatha. The darkhold is not being overused is it??"

"Nope. Wanda is learning it slowly. Just like you taught her. Why?"

"Just checking." You hang up and hum. "Has there been any portal sightings like the one from multiverses?" Stephen shakes his head at you.

"Through every universe, right?" America nods. "You don't need me. You need Wanda."

"You sure?"

"Yes. She can travel the multiverse too. Just not as freely as America. We should go to her."

"We? Are you ready to see her?" Sersei's question makes you flinch.

"Not really but-" you look at America. "A kid needs help so-"

"Got it. Let's go then." Stephen says and you nod.

-

'Oh. She hasn't moved. At all.' You thought to yourself as you look at the house you lived in a year ago. Stephen knocks on the door and you step back as Wanda opens the door.

"Oh. Strange. How unusual-"

"We need your help. Y/N says that you-"

"Y/N!? Have you been in contact with her?? Not even Makkari or Sers-"

"That's because they're snitches." You walk up the familiar steps and smile sadly at her. "Hi, Wanda."

"Y/N. Y-you're here." She says and becomes teary-eyed.

"Yeah. We need your help."

-

"I'll get us some teas." You nod absentmindedly as you look around, everything was the way you left it. It felt like you've never left at all. The books were in the arrangement you did. The pictures and decorations were never removed. You smile a little at the pictures.

There were five on display.

One with you and the eternals.

One with Wanda and her brother Pietro.

One with you, Wanda, and everyone, as many as the frame could fit.

One with you and Wanda just hugging and smiling at each other.

One with Wanda and Vision.

"Whoa! This is you, right, Y/N??" America asks as she looks closely at the pictures, you didn't even notice her standing from the couch.

"Yeah. It's her. She lived here before." Wanda answers for you as she serves the tea. You hum, agreeing with her as you get your cup.

"So you know magic??" America tilts her head at you as she sits besides you again.

"Know, yes. Use? No." America tilts her head again so you chuckle. "I only know spells, uses, and stuff like that. I couldn't do it even if my life depended on it. Ask Sersei sometime, she knows how many times I tried to see if I ever had some sort of power." America hums.

"And you never discovered any?" You shake your head.

"Nope." You smile at her as you sip your tea. Oh shit. Did she-? You look at Wanda and she smiles at you.

"It's your favorite." She confirms and you sigh. "So, what did you three come here for? What can I do to help?"

"First, of all are you halfway through the darkhold?" You ask and Stephen glares at you.

"Uh. Yes. I am. I think I am." You hum.

"Can you call it and I can check?" Wanda nods and calls the darkhold to her hand, Stephen scoffs at you and you glare at him.

"Look away, for fuck's sake. A child's safety is on the line!" He grumbles as he leaves the house and America was about to follow him when you stop her. "Stay here for a minute. I need to confirm-" You open the darkhold and hum. "Yep. Halfway through. You can travel with America now."

"What?" Wanda asks and you hum.

"So, the predicament is this. America is being chased around by monsters. Darkhold monsters and so I have reason to believe that one of your variations is chasing her. Possibly, to either get her power or use her. I am not sure. So I need you to travel with America. With Stephen too and solve this."

"What? How?"

"By defeating the other you."

"WHAT!? HOW!?" You hum at her question.

"Simply put, you'll need to introduce a variation of me."

"You?" You nod and grin at her.

"You know the phrase, 'every me loves every you'?" Wanda nods at you. "I have reason to believe that is happening between us. Not everyone gets their shit together or end up together or even meet but still. Every variation of me will love every variation of you."

"How are you so sure-"

"Phastos made a device. I used it like a thousand times. Trust me in this. I-" your phone rings, effectively cutting you off. You look at it and see Phastos's name. "Speak of the eternal." You answer it. "Wait. You caught one??????" You hum. "Okay. Okay. I got it." You nod. "Yeah. I still have it." You nod again. "Got it. We'll be there." You hang up and look at Wanda. "Change of plans. We're going somewhere." You hold out your hand to her and she accepts it. That makes you smile, at least she isn't allergic to your touch. "Come on, America. Time to meet my family." You grin then go outside where Stephen was waiting. "Stephen, open the portal to Wakanda!" Stephen nods and does as you say.

"It's a good thing that you have Thena, huh?" You grin at him, agreeing with him.

-

You look at the monster then at Phastos then at Thena and Gilgamesh.

"You guys are seriously amazing. Thank you." You took out a pair of glasses from your pocket and toss it to Phastos. "As I said."

"Have you used it at all for the past year?" Phastos asked and you blush.

"Only a thousand more times." You scratch your neck. "One of the reasons why I never get bored."

"I'm just relieved you haven't decided to get Phastos to make you a multiverse traveling machine." Ajak says and you smile sadly at her.

"I had what they had. Mine was just the saddest attempt." You look at the ground knowing that most of the people there are looking at you.

"Done!" Phastos exclaims and you smile, relieved that the attention is off you. "So, this will hopefully will let us know which universe this creature is from and the glasses will guide us there."

"You mean them?" You point to Stephen, America and Wanda.

"What? You're not coming??" America asks as she gets your hand.

"Sorry, kid. I'll only slow you guys down." You ruffle her hair. You look at Wanda then smile at her. "Try to keep this kid safe. She's pretty unique. And she'll be able to help you too."

"Got it! Universe 567. That's where the monsters are from."

"Good. Here's how the glasses work." You begin instructing the three of them and making sure they knew what to do.

Wanda is to make sure that the traveling of the group is safe and sound, she can fight off the multidimensional monsters.

Stephen is to make sure to locate your variant.

America is to make the group travel freely.

You wave them goodbye and smile as they leave. You collapse to the ground and Makkari is by your side immediately.

"I'm okay. Just really-" you let the tears out and sob.

The dam finally breaking through. You don't know if you'll ever get over Wanda.

-

It took them a week to find you.

Turns out you were a pretty badass Black Widow in Universe 567. You were trained alongside Natasha so the two of you were like siblings.

567 you tried to refuse first but when she saw the monster firsthand, she finally relented and agreed.

Meeting 567 Wanda was chaos. She tried and tried to resist both her variant, Stephen and 567 you but when the avengers arrived, it was a done deal. 567 Wanda was captured and stopped. 567 you fought for her rehabilitation though, stating that you won't ever forgive yourself if you let another one fall to that deep abyss. 567 You promised to help her, to take care of her and teach her how to be compassionate again. As they were leaving Universe 567, Wanda couldn't help but smile as 567 you helps 567 Wanda to her feet.

It looks like your and hers 567 variants will be okay.

-

You were back in your old tattered hut in the Philippines. The peaceful home you've been at for the past half a year.

You hear your phone rings and hum.

"Yeah?" You answer it.

"They're back! Should I tell Makkari to get you?" Phastos asks and you sigh.

"No need. I had my time here already. Do you think Sersei has room in her apartment? I'd rather just room with her and Sprite."

"I'll ask her. So you're done avoiding her?" You laugh at that.

"Never. I'll be there." You hang up and look around. "Goodbye, peace." You leave and never look back.

PS.

Posting this since it's sitting in my draft. Not finished yet but wanted to get it out.

[callsigndragon]

The Christmas Date | Chapter 6: My Sad Christmas Song

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Fem!Kerner!Reader

(Ron Kerner is Slider, Iceman’s backseater)

Wordcount: 2.4k

Summary: Y/n “Athena” Kerner and Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw hate each other. Everybody knows. What happens when they have to fake date for a whole week to avoid Iceman and Slider’s matchmaking plans?

(there won't be smut in this series)

Warnings: Solo being obsessed with Thena, ALMOST sexual assault, mentions of naked reader (no descriptions), body shaming, car accident, mentions of blood, injuries, scars, death...

A/N: this chapter wasn't supposed to be like that, but here we are. it's a much needed talk this two need to have before they turn into something else. i'm considering to write down ''emotional rollercoaster' as a trigger warning for this series.

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Rooster doesn’t enter the room until you go and open the door yourself. It’s the first time you’ve looked at him since the pub. 

“Are you gonna stand there all night?” 

“I wanted to give you some time alone,” he mutters, looking down. 

You feel like an asshole now. “Shit, Rooster… I’m sorry. Please, get in” 

“It’s okay. I wouldn’t have expected Grumpy to act any other way” 

You roll your eyes. He smiles. It seems like some things never change. 

You sit on the bed, waiting for him to get out of the bathroom in his pajamas. It’s hard to understand what has happened. How can someone say those things in front of everyone? How can someone be such a douchebag and act like that in front of your boyfriend? Well, he thinks he’s your boyfriend, and he didn’t seem to care about it. 

You don’t want to imagine how he would act if Bradley wasn’t there. 

“Hey, you’re sitting on my bed,” Rooster signals to the blanket under your legs. 

“Can I ask you for a favor?” he nods, and you inhale deeply. “Can you sleep on the bed? I will put pillows between us, it's just… I-I don't think I can sleep alone tonight." 

He sits down next to you, looking at the wall. "Want to talk about it?" 

You let out a shaky breath, moving further up the bed. You pull the covers away enough to slip underneath them, and make yourself comfortable. "Come here, and turn the lights off. Please" 

You're not sure if you're going to tell him everything, but you sure can't talk about it with the lights on. You don't want to see his face when he judges you. 

Following your request, Bradley turns the light switch, sending the room into a comfortable darkness. A faint blue light from the neighbors' Christmas lights keeps it from being completely dark. 

"This isn't your side, fly girl" he whispers, standing behind you. 

Your heart warms a bit every time he uses that name to address you. Stupid chicken, he needs to stop. 

You move to the other side, and he occupies your previous position in the blink of an eye, tossing a bit, trying to find the perfect posture. Your mind is going through all your history with Solo, carefully deciding which things you can share with Rooster. 

"You don't need to tell me anything if you don't want to" he states, probably having seen your troubled expression. 

You shake your head slightly. "You need to know. You almost got into a fight because of me" 

He scoffs. "I've been wanting to punch that idiot since the last day we saw him at the base" 

You lay on your back, your eyes fixed on the white ceiling above you. "We dated for a month" you finally confess, after seconds of silence. "He had been flirting with me for weeks, he was really nice, and... I thought he had a cute smile. So I gave him a chance." 

You tell him how easily Solo made you fall for him. How he seemed to know what to do and when to do it. The perfect words in the perfect moments. You never thought too much about it; why would you? He was like the perfect guy. He listened to you, he brought you flowers on your dates, and he even remembered your coffee order. He was what every girl looked for. 

Until it wasn't. 

As the song goes, he was a nightmare dressed like a daydream. 

He didn't listen to you because he cared. Solo was obsessed. He listened carefully to learn everything about you. That's why he knew which flowers were your favorites. Your coffee order. Your favorite food. 

Your size. 

Your address. 

You thought him getting you a dress in the right size was pure coincidence. But you never invited him to your house or told him where you lived. You've never been more scared in your life. 

"Did he go to your house?" Rooster asks. 

You shake your head. "I think he tried to come one night, but he saw Phoenix's car and left" 

"How do you know it was him? I'm not doubting you, just asking" 

"My favorite flowers were on the door" 

"Fucking bastard" he mutters. "Did he ever do something to you?" 

You open your mouth a few times to speak, closing it soon after as no sounds come out of it. It feels like the lump of emotions in your throat is getting bigger and is choking you with a strong grip. You want to tell him; you want to tell anyone, but it's so hard to talk about it. 

"Hey," he whispers, his finger whipping away a stray tear that fell from the corner of your eye to your temple. He must have been paying so much attention to you to see that small tear in the dimly lit room. "It's okay if I hug you?"

He waits until you nod and brings you closer to him and the warmth of his body. "I'm sorry."

"Y/n, don't. You have nothing to be sorry about. Try to sleep a little, okay? I'll be here. Nobody will hurt my Grouchy tonight." 

You nod, smiling a bit. You think he can't see you, but he's looking at you.

And he does keep looking at you, stroking your hair to help you fall asleep. Having you in his arms is the only thing stopping him from getting into his car and killing that son of a bitch with his bare hands. 

When you wake up the next morning, you are still in Rooster’s arms. It has been the first night without nightmares in a while. You don’t know how to feel about it. Glad? Surprised? Pissed off because the guy you hate is literally the perfect teddy bear? Big. Warm. And he smells like cinnamon. 

The first thing you see when you open your eyes is his neck. Well, the scar on his neck, to be more specific. That was the scariest wound of them all. If you close your eyes, you can still see it bleeding. 

Your hand moves on its own, your fingertips slowly tracing the mark. 

“That tickles,” he whispers, making you jump a bit. You didn’t realize he was awake. 

“Sorry” 

“It’s okay. Did you sleep well?” You nod, your eyes never leaving the scar. “Good” 

Something inside of you doesn’t want to leave the little bubble you two seem to be wrapped in. So you ask him something you’ve been wanting to know since yesterday. “Did you really buy the suit?” 

“Yeah. I didn’t want you to go to prom alone” he confesses, but you get the feeling that there’s something more there that he is not telling you. 

“Why?” you still don’t understand why someone would do such a thing for you. 

He swallows, one of his hands caressing your hair absentmindedly. “I liked you back then. I mean, wasn’t it obvious? I spent more time at your house than with any of my friends” 

“Wasn’t it because my dad almost adopted you as his own kid?” 

He scoffs. “Is it that hard for you to accept that people can like you?” 

You sigh, hugging him closer. “You have no idea” 

There’s a moment of silence only filled by your breathing. It’s not awkward, actually. Neither of you has anything else to add, and the comfort of each other’s arms is enough to make you stay in bed for a little while. 

“Is it because of him?” 

He doesn’t say the name, but you know who he is talking about. “The day I realized he was a creep, well... It was Halloween” 

“The Halloween party at that old pub?” he asks, trying to find the memory. “Didn’t you go home early that day?” 

“I didn’t want to leave. Solo took me to his house. He said he wanted to... be alone with me” you whisper the last part, not knowing why you’re opening that part of your heart to him. Only Natasha knows about this. 

“Did he…?” he doesn’t finish the sentence, and you know that his mind is filled with the worst ideas right now. 

“No. He tried, though. He tore up my dress… Then he saw the scar and thought I was horrendous. He called me a monster” 

“Thena” 

You can’t hear him. “He said nobody would ever want me” 

“Thena, stop,” he insists. But it’s too late. 

You’re in that living room again, late at night, trying to cover your body with the torn material of your costume. Everyone decided to dress up as their call signs or relate to them in some way. Yours was a good one, you liked it a lot. You never wanted to take it off. It made you feel like a real goddess.

But Solo didn’t ask for your opinion. He didn’t care if you didn’t want to take things to the next level. He didn’t care when you said no. Repeatedly. He didn’t care when you yelled at him to stop. It didn’t matter that you were trained to fight men taller than you. It didn’t matter how many self-defense moves your father and Iceman taught you when you were a teenager. 

Your first instinct wasn’t to defend yourself. Your first instinct was to run. But he knew his house better than you, there was no escape. 

He only shattered that dress, but it ripped you to pieces. 

And then he had the audacity to laugh at that scar on your belly. He pointed at it with his lewd fingers. He called you ugly. Hideous. Repulsive. He said that nobody would ever love you. No one other than him. 

You punched him in the throat, not caring how dangerous that was. It could kill him, but you didn’t care. He had killed a part of you that night. 

Phoenix didn’t go to the party. She had a cold and decided to stay at home. She lived a few blocks away, you ran to her house, hoping that she wasn’t already asleep. 

“Did she open the door?” 

“Yes. She stayed up with me all night. Later she drove me to my house, and spent the night with me. That’s when Solo left the flowers at my door.” 

"Wait, wasn't it the next day when Iceman kicked Solo out of the squad?” Rooster recalls, finally understanding what the pilot did to be pulled out of a mission like that. 

“Nat told him. Iceman wanted to kick him out of the Navy, but there was no physical evidence of what he did, so he kicked him out of the mission. At least, I could be three months away from him” 

“Does your father know?” 

You shake your head. “Only Phoenix and Iceman know. And you.” 

He kisses your head, his hand moving to your face to wipe the tear stain on your cheeks. “I’m sorry I made you be in the same room as him” 

“You didn’t know, Roos” 

“You won’t have to see him again. I promise” 

You thank him in a whisper, somehow relieved to finally tell the story to another person. Phoenix guessed it all by herself. Iceman learned the story through her. You never got the opportunity to get that weight off your chest. 

“Try to sleep a bit more; you deserve to rest,” he whispers, moving his face so that he can look you in the eye. It’s the first time that you’ve had those hazel eyes on you since last night.  You can see them lit up with rage. He doesn’t need to tell you all the things he would do if he had that man in front of him right now. “And I think that you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, fly girl” 

“Even with the scar?” you mutter, looking away. 

He grabs your chin between his fingers, preventing you from avoiding his eyes. “Specially with the scar”

You want to ask why he is being so nice to you now. Why now, after all of this constant bickering and teasing, after years of pranking him and him returning those pranks ten times worse. What made him change his mind? A part of you doesn’t want to know. You’re never going to admit it out loud, but you have never felt more secure than in this bed, with this stupid chicken that is proving to be more sufferable than you thought. 

And it seems like stupidity is contagious because you do something really dumb: you close the gap that separates his neck scar from your lips, pressing a soft kiss to the mark. “This isn’t a reminder of how you almost killed us, Bradley. It’s a reminder that we’re alive. You saved me” 

“I drove to your house. Drunk. And you tried to drive me back to mine, but we got into an accident. If I didn’t go there in the first place…” you can hear in his shaky voice how much he needs to close that chapter of his life. 

You pull away from his embrace, sitting on the bed and looking at him. “Were you driving?” 

“No, but-”

“No buts, nugget. We fell down that hill, the car rolled over several times, and you covered me with your body when you saw we were heading straight for that tree.” You remember him, tired of him blaming himself for something he didn't do. 

He seems confused, sitting on the bed, his eyes moving quickly. “Did I do that?” 

Now, you're the confused one. “Wait, you don’t remember?” 

“Not that part. I tried to save you?” he asks in a whisper, more to himself than to you. 

“You broke your arm, but that could have been my head. You saved me” 

He wipes a tear from his eye and lets out an airy chuckle. “It’s too early in the morning to fix each other’s traumas, isn’t it?” 

“If it makes you stop being all broody, then it’s worth it” you try to joke. 

He looks at you, squinting his eyes. “Did you call me nugget?” 

“As an insult” you say, trying to dodge the bullet. Did you do that?

“Oh, but I think it is cute. Say it again” 

“Never” you retort, laying down again, your back facing his way and pulling the cover over your head.

He moves closer, whispering in your ear. “I’m gonna touch you, if that’s okay” you don’t respond, giving him silent permission to do it. He circles your waist with his arm, pulling you closer. “Don��t even try to deny it, you love my cuddles” 

“Shut up, nugget” you snap.

He laughs happily, and you hate that hearing him laugh makes you smile. 

You better not fall for him again.

[pvnkesttt]

katipō: joel miller and spidey!thena hcs.

summary: just some cute and fun headcanons about spidey!thena and joel's relationship + some hcs regarding athena herself within the katipō-verse, hope y'all enjoy!

pairing: joel miller and athena kallis (OC).

warnings: FLUFF! some suggestive material if you squint but mostly fluff. mentions of death. age gap mention.

tlou-verse: a masterlist.

first thing's first: there is an age gap between these two with athena being around 24/25 and joel being 47, almost pushing his 50s.

athena is māori 

athena has an arm tattoo that represents her culture and where she's from. she also has a scar under her eye she got from a past enemy.

she's demisexual!

athena's favorite animal is the wrybill, a bird that's native within new zealand, where she was born. her spidey suit's colors actually represent the wrybill: white, black and gray.

the spiderling is 5'5, a short queen!

athena's spiderling name is "The Katipō".

she keeps a dagger with her at all times too, the handle carved in honor of her heritage. the dagger was her mother's before she died, one gifted to her by athena's uncle ari. the dagger, itself, has katipō venom laced into it as well

she also has a blind salamander named palo, she sometimes calls him matty too

speaking of animals, joel has a calico cat named franklin! athena ADORES franklin.

when joel comes to terms with athena being 'The Katipō", he steps up as her "medic" in sense. he'll stitch her up from time to time or clean any wounds she has, he's gentle with her too, all he wants is for her to be okay.

when she's not swinging around the city and saving the day, athena's is wildlife biologist, staying late if she needs to. as their relationship develops further, joel will usually be the one to pick her up. sometimes he'll even bring in late lunch/dinner for her, staying to eat with her as well. they'll talk about their day and just enjoy being in each other's presence.

their love language for one another is physical touch, sometimes words don't even need to be said between them, just touch.

speaking of touch, joel will pat or soothe athena's shoulder as a way of reassurance, basically saying "everything will be okay" without even having to say it.

athena does eventually move in with joel (when he finds himself a place within seattle) and when she does, she brings some goodies with her, more specifically a record player and polaroid camera. when joel isn't looking, athena will snap some pictures of him, she adores them! and when the record player is on, they'll sometimes dance in the middle of the living room, holding onto each other as the sounds of music fills in the room.

joel likes to press multiple neck kisses against athena, she loves it and sometimes those neck kisses result in something more within the bedroom....🤭

anxiety likes to creep up on joel at times so, there are moments where athena's hand will be pressed against his chest to calm him. feeling her soft hands against him makes him feel a lot better.

athena likes wearing joel's flannels and sweaters a lot, joel teases her about wearing them at times but he doesn't mind, they look good on her!

athena absolutely loves running her hands through joel's hair, she does it so much that she manages to make it all messy at times. she likes the fluffy hair look on him.

joel def gets touchy in bed, he lovesssss worshipping athena's body while also still being gentle with her. he'll whisper sweet affirmations in her ear as she clings on to him, feeling her up softly.

joel never thought he'd find love again. after sarah's mother left him behind to take care of sarah himself, he figured love wouldn't come back into his life again. plus, after sarah's death, everything was bleak for a while but, athena came into his life and he felt at peace. athena was his everything and he was hers.

notes: there you have it, some headcanons on these two that I had fun making! I really hope y'all enjoyed reading these if you did, please let me know, I'd love to know your thoughts! 💜

[redheadspark]

Number 9 and number 2 with Druig? I checked before I requested so hopefully you don't get a reapeat! If you don't end up having time that's totally okay! I adore your writing, so happy to see whenever you post! I hope you have a great day 💗

A/N - this is VERY cute and quite perfect for Druig! I hope you like this, and thanks for requesting this!

Serenity

Summary - Druig feels your exhaustion, along with your tenderness

Warnings - Just some cute fluff in this one shot!

Drug sensed it a first when he walked into the room.

It was the end of the day, and the rest of the village near The Domo getting ready for the evening activities which included a small gathering around the communal fire in the center of the marketplace and some storytelling, thanks to Sprite.  Some of you were going to be in attendance since it would build a better relationship with the humans, and although Druig was no social butterfly like some of the others, he knew you would love to go to Sprite's storytelling

But when he arrived in the Domo, you were nowhere to be found.

He closed his eyes, trying to channel you and your unique energy that Druig knew far too well.  Within a moment, he opened his eyes and saw through your own vision.  But you were asleep, a bit restless but asleep in the bed of your room.  Druig watched, almost like a ghost or a shadow as you were tossing a bit in your bed and your face contorted with concern even in deep sleep.  From your connecting as Soulmates, you could be with Druig through his mind and through his thoughts.  You could see what he sees, and he could do the same for you too.  It felt Druig to know what you were feeling so he could help you without asking, and it was the same for you to help him.

You both were in tune with one another, and it worked all these centuries.  

“I think she’s in her room,” Thena explained to Druig as she glided in the room, Gilgamesh behind her as she spoke again, “She came in earlier looking a bit tired.”

“Tired?” Druig asked, not wishing to sound concerned but it still came out as such.  

“She had a nasty run-in with a Deviant with Kingo earlier this morning,” Gilgamesh explained, Druig was about to panic and ask so many questions when Gilgamesh threw up his hands to stop Druig before he would start, “She didn’t want to tell you since it was a simple patrol, and they both handled it well.  She left earlier this morning with Kingo and they took care of it, but it did wipe her out good,”

“She’s alright, Druig,” Thena reassured him, seeing the look on his face and how he was already thinking of so many things quickly, “Go check her room before you go into another one of your frenzies”

“They’re not frenzies when it comes to her,’ Druig reminded Thena, then he passed seeing her give him a knowing look and he sighed, “I’ll check on her, thanks Thena, thanks Gil.” Druig thanked her as he walked over in the directions of the bedrooms.  Gilgamesh had to laugh.

“I’m sure they’re not frenzies,” Gilgamesh teased behind Druig, but Druig wasn’t paying attention to that.  He was more focused on you, wondering where you were and how you were doing.  He didn’t think of checking on you earlier that morning when he knew you were on patrol with Kingo, nor did he see you all day since he was doing his own chores in the marketplace with Makkari and Sersi.  There was never a good time to touch base with you, Druig felt bad he didn’t squeeze in time.

That’s when he felt it: Exhaustion. 

Being soulmates also meant that you two were tethered together, not just in souls combining but in emotions and feelings too.  Since you two found out you were soulmates, you both could sense the other's emotions without saying a word, 

So Druig paused, sensing and feeling all that exhaustion from you and how you could barely move. He felt terrible even more, wishing he could have known earlier to help you sooner.  But all he could do now was go into your room and tense to you.

Pushing open your door, he poked his head in and saw you blinking awake, rubbing your eyes to look at the ceiling and sighing in both tiredness and restlessness.

“Hello, darling,” He said to you as he entered the room and closed the door behind him.  You hummed, grinning as he moved to sit next to you on the bed. Once he was against the headboard, he rang his fingers in your hair, you curling into him like a cat would go with a scratch and he smiled, “Thena and Gilgamesh told me about your patrol earlier today,”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle, honey,” You replied with a yawn, “It was just a nastier Deviant than Kingo and I thought. I didn’t wish to worry you,”

“Well that comes with being your soulmate, doesn’t it?” Druig reminded you as you smiled and looked up at him from your spot with your head on your pillow.  Gently, you reached over to lace your fingers together, yanking him to lay down next to you and face you with his head on the other pillow.  Druig went willingly as if he couldn’t be tempted by you.  He would follow you anywhere you went, he knew it.  

“I feel your worry for me, Druig,” You advised him, reaching up to trace the lines on his face as you searched his eyes lovingly, “I’m not a flower to protect with one gust of wind,”

“You’re my flower,” Druig reminded you, “The most beautiful flower that has ever been.  I worry because I love you too much, and I feel bad for not helping you sooner—“

“Don’t,” You interrupted him gently, kissing his cheeks as he wrapped an arm around you, “My energy gets lost quickly with my ability, we all know that.  But that doesn’t mean all is lost with me, and that I can’t handle myself,”

“I know you can,” Druig reassured you.

“And I know where you’re coming from,” You agreed, “I saw you today, in my mind, helping those children today in the city and showing them how to harvest.”

You loved watching Druig through your mind too when you two were apart, and you did just that when you were showering off from the fight and resting in bed.  Seeing through his eyes, watching him show the children how to harvest berries in the forest nearby and which ones to pick and which to leave for the animals.  Those smaller moments that you got to bear witness, they seemed so organic and gentle.  The others would never Druig like that, nor did they wish to.  But you did, and it made your heart swell in love and pride to watch Druig love on those children.

“You did good with those kids, Druig.  And as much as you wish to keep me safe and care for me, I want to do the same for you.” You explained as you felt him trace some of your hair with your fingers, “Let’s rest together for a few more minutes, then we can get ready to go to the storytelling tonight with Sprite."

“Sounds perfect,” Druig hummed, pulling you close to kiss your head as you nestled your nose into his neck.  You both went quiet again, enjoying the joined emotions of peace and serenity you were sharing and mixing within you.  

The End.

Soulmate Prompt Session

[marksbear]

Hi I really like your writing! I was wondering if you could do druig x make reader. Maybe reader is very sunshine kinda person and when the eternals meet druig new boyfriend they are just shocked

Hey! Thank you for liking it! And have a good Christmas Anon!

DRUIG X MALE READER

"just don't mess this all up for me."

Druig says to his team while they all sit together at Phastos house to all spend time with each other for the holidays.

The Eternals all begged to meet Druig's significant other he was so smitten for. Even Ikrais showed a bit of interest in who this person is. So to get them off of Druig's back he invited them over to have dinner.

"You worry too much Druig!" Kingo says with a laugh. "Don't worry Druig we'll try to be on our best behavior." Gilgamesh adds trying to ease his friends worries.

The sound of the door bell rings makes the house all quiet. Druig gives his team one more spare glance before walking to the door.

Once he opens it he smiles brightly. "You came." Even though Druig's voice didn't sound he wasn't excited he was beyond ecstatic. His boyfriend wraps his arms around Druig as he does the same just standing in the middle of the doorway hugging and enjoying the others presence.

"Of course I came! I wouldn't miss it for the world!" His boyfriend was smiling ear to ear making Druig weak in the knees. Druig pulls Y/n inside taking his coat or jacket and hangs them up.

"Come on." Druig takes his boyfriend by the hand leading him in the dining room. The Eternals conversations got quiet and their attention all focused on Druig.

"Everyone..." Druig moves out of his boyfriend way while all the Eternals stare and study the boyfriend who has the brightest and gentle smile ever. "Meet my boyfriend. Y/n L/n the greatest man on earth." All of the Eternals stand up from their seats introducing themselves to Y/n and having small talk.

Everyone click with Y/n gentle and energetic personality. Kingo and Y/n ranted back and forth about movies, Phastos and him had a mutual agreement about liking building and kids being the best boyfriends ever, Makkair even taught him him some sign language.

Gilgamesh and him talked about cooking for a while, Y/n was complimenting Thena's beauty making her very blushy and smile hard, Him and Sprite were making playful remarks to each other.

Hell he even managed to make Ikaris break character and share some cool and funny stories with each other.

All of the Eternals were hooked for Y/n and his great personality loved him even more than. Kingo was first to think "How the hell did Dark Vader manage to pull a man like Y/n." Kingo eyes Druig up and down making sure he isn't using his powers to control Y/n.

After

Y/n spends hours talking and playing with his boyfriend. He decides it's time for he can go. "Bye everyone! It was a pleasure meeting you all and I hoped you liked me!" Y/n bows his head down a little before giving everyone a hug bye.

Lots of the Eternals try to convince and beg Y/n to stay but Y/n kindly declines the offers with a huge smile on his face. "Bye everyone have a Merry Christmas!" Druig pulls his boyfriend out and walks him to his car.

"What do you think of them?" Druig asks wrapping his arms around Y/n waist. "I think they're lovely. They are all one big happy family. I think they're good for you my love~" Y/n answers with fully honestly kissing Druig passionately before pulling away and opening his car taking out gifts.

"Can you give them these. I based off the gifts from your stories about them! And I got plenty for you at my house!" Y/n hands him the boxes of gifts. "You know you didn't have to." Druig says feeling himself smile.

"I know I know. It's just that I wanted to make a double good impression."

The two share one more kiss before departing in their own separate ways. But Druig stops in his tracks. And he turns around putting the gifts on the porch before jogging back to Y/n's car.

Y/n pokes his head out the window. "Yes?"

"I love ya sun." Druig says smiling to his boyfriend.

"I love you too moon~" Y/n says back.

THE END

[evilregal2002]

Hcs of how the eternals women would react to the reader making them flustered? I feel like this would be really cute!

So I just want to apologize for literally taking forever to answer this, I kinda forgot it was in my inbox cause I usually only use Tumblr on my phone and it didn't show up there. but anyway I'm really sorry and I haven't watched the movie in like forever so if this is kinda ooc I'm really sorry.

Ajak

So I feel like she would look kinda shocked at first

like she would look at you with this look of what did you just say/do

and then def blush

but not hard

just enough where you would notice

cause let's be honest you notice everything about this woman

and then of course she would mutter something in Spanish and gently smack you on the arm and tell you to stop

especially if you're around anybody else

cause we all know the other Eternals won't let her live it down

And I kinda feel like she would get payback somehow

like when you guys are eating and no one would notice she would put her hand on your thigh under the table

and you can't do a damn thing about it

or when you guys get home you try to ya know have some sexy times

but you're in the dog house

not for long though cause you both can't go that long without each other lol

Sersi

So I feel like she would get the most flustered tbh

like big blush

and maybe a little giggle

and she'll probably gently hit you like Ajak depending on the situation

though she probably won't retaliate as much as Ajak does

doesn't mean she won't try and make you flustered too

but it won't be in a sexual way I guess if that makes sense 🤷‍♀️

As we all know she loves her phone

and I can totally see her taking an embarrassing picture of you and showing people as payback

and she would totally have this like shit eating grin while doing it

I do kinda headcanon Sersi as a more in-charge personality

but when it comes to her s/o

she's a complete mess

Thena

Okay this woman doesn't get flustered

usually

and when it happens there is no what in hell is she admitting it

cause for some reason when she is flustered you can't really tell

she doesn't blush (in my opinion at least)

which is impressive

all you get is a small smirk and some side-eye

which you know means trouble

last time you tried to fluster her in front of the other Eternals she just smirked and gave you this look

when everyone left she tickled you for what felt like eternity

it wasn't but felt like it

she'll also probably say something in response that makes you even more flustered than you were trying to make her

you should really know better by now not to do it

it usually doesn't work out in your favor

Makkari

I headcanon her as someone who would totally look at you and immediately start planning her revenge

like non of these ladies aren't going to do something in retaliation

and Makkari is no different

honestly, I feel like she would be the most dangerous one to try and make flustered

I say this because I can see her pranking you and it being intense

and she'll wait

so you won't know when it's coming

But sometimes

if you say or do something slightly sexual to make her flustered

she'll speed you both off somewhere and make you go through with what you said

I don't know about this but I hope it's okay, I tried. But I think I need to work on Makkari's character a little bit more.

[fieldofdaisiies]

gwyn x balthazar | 4,3k words | warnings: childhood trauma | masterlist

'No'.

Balthazar's lower lip trembles, his chin quivering as he rocks back and forth, tears streaming down his cheeks. Thena keeps a protective arm wrapped around her little brother, as they sit, covered by the thin bedsheet, cowered together, hoping to drown out the noises. 

Another slap is audible and then, just a split second later, a bottle splinters as it hits the ground. 

'Marcius, please, the children.'

'What about them?' Marcius slurs. 'They can hear that their mother is a dumb slut who spreads her legs for half of Illyria.'

Thena moves both her hands over her brother's ears, but soon decides it is not enough. She pushes back the blanket, grabs Balthazar's arm, holding tightly onto it as she slides out of bed. 

'Come,' she whispers, pulling her little brother, only six years old, after her. Unbeknownst to their fighting parents, they slip out of the entrance door, bodies immediately embraced by the icy cold evening air. 

They are only in their old, worn pyjamas with the little holes, but they don't care.

'Spread you wings, little bat,' Thena whispers as she wipes at her face with the back of her hand. 'Let's hit the air and forget what we have heard!' 

She takes little Balthazar's hand into hers, as they start their ascend, taking off, their hearts slowly starting to beat steadier, their worries staying at the ground as the wind whips through their hair, carrying them over the war camp. 

Thena's wings, not like their mother's, did not get clipped anymore. She was safe, having been born too late to get clipped and she savours every moment in the air, and yet feels guilty that so many of the females will never experience this freedom. 

But in this very moment, all her focus is on Balthazar, on his well-being, on him being safe and for his tears to stop. She glances at him, her hand still holding his in a tight grasp, as they glide through the night. 

A small sad smile is on her lips, watching Balthazar's determined expression, how focused he is on flying, his technique still a little bumpy, but he is getting better and better. In this moment it is just the two of them. The two of them against the world. And Balthazar returns her smile, some single tears sliding out of his eyes, but the wind dries them. 

Flying has always helped him, has always calmed his heart, when he was a child, when he was a teen, after his father's death, after the Blood Rite. And also now. 

Even now, maybe only a little bit this time, but still it levels his rapidly beating heart heart. The nervousness is a heavy weight on his soul this day, but in this moment in the air he tries to just focus  on the freedom the sky provides him with. 

Self-doubt has plagued him all the way to Velaris. He is not good enough for this position. He is too young, too inexperienced. He is interested in politics, yes, of course, very much to say the least. But becoming camp lord at only twenty-four, that is too much. He is not ready for this, he knows this. 

He might be ready in fifty years or so, but not now. Never in the world is he ready now. 

Balthazar closes his eyes for a second, inhales a deep breath and then opens them again. 

The sun casts a beautiful, bright glow upon the city of Velaris. 

Balthazar's large wings are spread widely behind his back, he looks majestic as he glides through the air and once again becomes aware of how much he actually loves flying. This sort of freedom and happiness you can experience nowhere else. 

When he spots the building, Lord Cassian had described to him, he starts his descend, slowly lowering himself to the ground, his wings steadily beating behind his back. 

He does not know what is about to expect him, only that a big decision has been made without consulting him first. 

And he knows, he is inferior to both Lord Cassian and the High Lord, yet anger blooms inside of him at this decision. 

They could have asked him, could have talked to him, could have questioned if he even wants to become camp lord. There are hundreds of Illyrian's to choose from, why exactly take him?

This is a big mystery to Balthazar, and somehow, he thinks, he will never be able to make sense of it. He is not worthy of the title. He did nothing to earn it. Why should he take over this position if he did nothing to earn it. It does not make sense, not at all actually.

But he has no time to ponder any longer, the description was very clear — to land on a balcony of the building perfectly described to him. Apparently, as Cassian had stated, the letter had been sealed by magic, only making it possible for Balthazar to open it, so intruders could be avoided. 

His large wings cast shadows upon the house's walls, as he slowly lowers himself to the balcony, feet carefully touching the ground. He tucks in his wings, and fixes his jacket, brushing down the lapels, so everything looks good. It is an old jacket from his father, he did not have the money for a new one, so it had to do. 

Standing anxiously in front of the glass door, nervousness courses through his veins, making his palms feel damp. The world outside blurs as his attention fixates his reflection in the glass. He brings a hand up and brushes it through his ruffled hair, hoping to tame the unruly curls. 

Then he draws in a deep breath, hoping to calm his heart. Nervousness is not something Balthazar often feels, but now that he is about to meet the High Lord and Lord Cassian, it is definitely there. And strong. Just like his heart beat, hammering in his throat. 

His nerves tingle as his breaths come in shallow bursts. Mentally he goes over the prepared phrases again, getting himself for the encounter that awaits him. 

But it is all forgotten when the door is suddenly opened, catching Balthazar a little off guard. He hasn't noticed that someone was nearing. He wants to face-palm himself for it — it is a damn glass door!

The door is wide open in an instant and a female, he has met before, takes a step towards him. Her eyes are aglow, a radiant smile on her lips.

"It is so good to see you, Balthazar," Nesta says in a kind tone, eyes bright and clear as they scan over him, halting on his blue eye for a split second. 

"Good to see you, too, my lady," Balthazar greets and bows a little at the waist. 

A giggle at his formalities slips through the Valkyrie's lips, the boyish charm still etched upon his features. He is a good one, she knows this, and already knew so during the Blood Rite. He survived and she is very happy about it, now finally seeing his real self, not young warrior covered in dirt and blood.

"Thank you for the invi—," Balthazar then starts, but is cut of by a presence stepping into the room. Lord Cassian appears in the threshold. Balthazar's breath catches, his body going tense. 

This is Lord Cassian, the most powerful and skilled Illyrian warrior. 

Balthazar quickly bows anew, "—tation, Lord Cassian."

"Nothing to thank us for. You are here for a reason, Balthazar."

Yes, and the special reason. 

He will and can never be camp lord, Balthazar knows this. So, why does Lord Cassian not see that he clearly lacks experience and knowledge? Lord Cassian is a phenomenal and skilled warrior, but is he blind? Cassian must have seen the look on the young Illyrian's face as he chuckles lowly and then extends his hand. "Come, Balthazar, we are talking in the High Lord's office."

All life seems to whoosh out of the young, and normally so casual Illyrian, his face paling slightly. 

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

"I never said I wanted to become camp lord," Balthazar says, his voice level, but ire and irritation boils within his veins. It was a decision that has been taken from him and that isn't fair. And it makes him feel angry. 

Unbeknownst to young Illyrian, his power begins to stir inside his soul. His power surges and swells, an unyielding force that grows and fills every corner and nook of the High Lord's office. The air feels charged, as if everyone is holding their breath surprised over the strength that radiates from within Balthazar.

"I never agreed to this." His lips are pouted, once again making him seem younger than he is. But nevertheless less powerful. An invisible current of energy courses through his veins, igniting a flame that burns within his veins, making his skin prickle. 

Rhysand watches him closely, his expression stoic, his head slightly cocked. The walls of his once steadfast and robust office, slowly start to strain against the immense power that radiates from the young Illyrian. 

The others might not notice, but Rhysand does — he can feel Balthazar's strength, his power. Yet, it is not threatening, for more than one reason. He is the most powerful High Lord, and Balthazar still a young Illyrian, so beating him would still be easy, and secondly, Balthazar's power is not a cruel one. 

His power seems like a song, a melody that leaves his body in soft vibrations. 

To him, Balthazar seems like a male who will use his power and the enormous strength brewing inside of him for good things, no bad thought on his mind. Rhysand has read his mind, has seen every doubt and thought of self-consciousness. Balthazar is a good male, he knows this. He is like them, like him, like Cassian, like Azriel. There is no single bad bone within the young Illyrian. 

Their timbers creak and groan when Balthazar's fingers flex and he tries to steady his breathing. But the power within him yearns to be unleashed, to break free from the constraints that bind it. His eyes flash vividly, as his body starts to glow, his wings flexing behind his back. 

Over the buzzing in his ears, Balthazar does not even notice what is going on around him, his gaze trained on the High Lord. A whirlwind of energy rages around the young Illyrian, his presence commanding more space as his power manifests, a primal force taking root in his being.  

Rhysand is still not shocked, not scared, there is only a sense of awe and reverence that shines brightly in his deep violet eyes. 

Boundless possibilities are ahead of them, and deciding on Balthazar as the new camp lord, was without doubt been the best decision they had made.

The grandfather clock on the wall ticks steadily and Rhysand lightly taps his index finger on the table, mirroring its rhythm. The air is filled with a sense of caution, evident not only in Rhysand's demeanour but also in Cassian's silent observation of the young Illyrian standing before Rhys' desk. Even Azriel, known for his unreadable expressions, radiates a noticeable surprise.

Rhysand leans forward in his chair and now braces both his elbows on the desk. 

“Balthazar,” he starts. 

The young Illyrian, despite who he is facing, holds the High Lord’s gaze, not a single muscle in his jaw ticking. It feels like nervous has vanished from his bother, the moment his powers started to truly manifest. 

He keeps cool, returns to his casual and nonchalant self which is in no way arrogant but rather something to look up to. 

“Yes?” he asks, his voice a deep rumble in the room. 

The corner of Rhysand’s mouth tips up a little bit at the young Illyrian’s sudden confidence. He likes it. Likes how he stands his ground and does not back down. He values this honesty and bravery quite a lot and needs no convincing at all that this male will a great the new camp lord of Windhaven — no matter if he wants it or not, he is the best choice they could make. 

“Tell me, how many Siphons do you have?” Rhysand's voice is soft, curious. 

Balthazar looks confused for a split second, not having expected this question. His forehead furrows. “One. The one I got after the Blood Rite. Why are you asking, High Lord?” 

“I am asking because I think you need more.” Rhysand folds his hands on the table, Balthazar’s power stretching out and brushing his own. 

“I do?” Balthazar’s brows are drawn together as he flashes the High Lord an incredulous look. 

With a smile on his face, Rhys nods slowly. 

This young male standing there in front of him holds power and strength within him that Rhys’ has only seen from Azriel and Cassian. Whether he is favoured by the Mother or just naturally strong, one thing is clear and that is, that he needs more siphons. Rhysand tips his chin at Cassian, some mind-to-mind conversation passing between them.

"I will come visit you in Windhaven in the following days. I'll bring the new siphons for you, they need to be fitted." Cassian folds his hands behind his back, watching Balthazar closely. 

The young Illyrian's eyes only widen a bit more and he gives his head a little shake. "You really think that is necessary. One is not enough for me?" His shoulders cave in a little, and he hopes he can make himself seem a little smaller, as if he wants to show that he does not need more siphons. But suddenly then the interaction with Zave comes back to him, the bruises his hold has left on his companion's neck and Balthazar starts to think. Maybe he actually does need more…

It is Rhysand who speaks up again, getting up slowly. “No, one is not enough for you — is never enough for you. We will see how many you need, but I doubt that even four or five won’t suffice.” 

That surprises everyone in the room, safe for Cassian who has expected a similar thing. 

Balthazar's power if vibrant and strong, something Cassian only knows from his brothers and… himself. Balthazar's power truly reminds him of his own power…

"If you say so, High Lord." "Rhysand." "Hm?" Balthazar cocks his head, a questioning look spreading all over his face, normally graced with his boyish charm.

"It is Rhysand. You are soon to be the new camp lord of Windhaven. I think, with you in this position we can forgo the formalities."

Can we?! Balthazar asks himself, his mind racing, as utter disbelief stretches out inside of him. For a split second, a feeling he is not used to blooms inside of him. His head starts to spin and he is feeling dizzy — is he about to faint?

But he keeps his breathing steady, tries to level it, and also tries to keep his facial expressions at bay. He can't grin like an absolute dork, but he also can't avoid it. He grins. And it is a full toothy grin. But at least he can't control himself so much in order to not punch the air and jump around like crazy. 

"Thank you, High— Rhysand."

This makes laughter erupt all around him, a little bit of colour fills the Illyrian's cheeks. He lowers his gaze to the ground, slowly shaking it. "And you truly think I am capable of being a camp lord? I am only twenty-four…" "And I am twenty-two and I am the High Lady of the Night Court. Age doesn't matter, age doesn't define skill or power." Feyre smiles brightly, her mate's pride rippling through the room. 

Balthazar's lips part and close and then he presses them in a thin line and nods. 

"But why me?"

"Because you are an incredibly skilled warrior, with strength and power you don't even know of." Cassian pauses for a moment and cranes his neck, looking at Balthazar. "And you don't only have physical strength, you have a sharp mind. Probably you are one of the most intelligent Illyrians I have ever seen in my life."

"Thank you, Lord—" Cassian lifts his hand, shaking his head with the grin displayed on it. "Cassian, just Cassian."

Somehow this day feels a little like Solstice and his birthday, and at this point he doesn't even know yet what awaits him in a few minutes. All in all, everything just feels very surreal. 

"Think about it. You you have time and of course, you have the option to say no. But it would really be a shame. I don't think there is a better option for the position."

Although, everything they said pushed his ego massively, Balthazar still has doubts. 

Will the other Illyrian warriors listen to him? He does not know… But for now he nods his head, politely thanking them for the offer and also the chance to think about it. 

"We don't need the decision immediately, but rather soon, we can't leave Windhaven without a camp lord." 

Balthazar understands this. And he would be a fool if he declined. But what if it gets too much for him? What if he can't handle it? What if—? "Would you like to see our training pitch? Here also females are allowed train daily, it could be an inspiration for Windhaven?" 

Balthazar's eyes widen in silent surprise and he nods. 

"It would be the first thing I do if I got camp lord. I want the females to train. My sister for example, we often train together." Balthazar smiles at the memories and the thought of his sister getting actual training, with actual weapons and on a training pitch, not hidden in their backyard or their living room. 

'Get up loser!' Thena laughs wickedly, the tip of her wooden sword pointed at Balthazar's throat. 'You lost. Again.' 

She grins from one ear to the other, but Balthazar can't be mad at her. He is so happy to see her happy. So happy she can train here. In their living room, two vases already broken in a million pieces. He does not care about them — Thena is training and this is only what matters to him. She learns to defend herself, she will be able to protect herself. 

He can't understand why they prohibited it that females can train. Maybe he is too young to understand, but he sees nothing wrong in telling his sister about all the things he learned during training that day, and showing them to her as well. 

As Rhysand looks into his mind for a split second, wanting to know what the nostalgic look on the young Illyrian's face means, he gets the confirmation that they truly made the right decision — Balthazar is perfect for the position of the camp lord. 

The love the young male has for his sister makes a small crack appear in Rhysand's heart. Because just like Balthazar and Thena, he also once taught his sister how to fight. 

"Come on," Rhysand says, blinking a little rapidly as he sets out for the door. 

Balthazar follows suit. 

Nesta walks behind him, saying something to the High Lady of the Night Court who then parts from the group. 

"Have you been alright after the Blood Rite?" Nesta asks carefully as she falls in line with Balthazar. He weighs his head from one side to the other and then looks at her, and in his eyes she can see the pain. 

"I have," the young Illyrian says in a calm voice. "As alright as one can be after it." A tiny sad smile blooms on his face, but then he says, "You know, I was really hoping you win. You and your friends. I was praying to the Mother that you win. Not only for your pride, but also to see my companions' egos crumble. And you truly did it. You won the damn thing." He grins then, eyes flashing brightly and it draws a little laugh from Nesta. 

"How have you been?" They reach a staircase, that leads upstairs to the rooftop training pitch and Balthazar follows the two Illyrians, always glancing backwards at Nesta to hear her answer.

"As you said, as alright as one can be after the…damn thing." She draws in a deep inhale, her shoulders lifting and then slacking. 

They climb up the staircase, the air and dimness clearing with every step. 

As they step into the open, the afternoon sun's gentle touch embraces their skin, filling them with its warmth. Balthazar's eyes widen in awe as he takes in the stunning surroundings before him. His attention is drawn to the large training pitch in front of him and awe fills his soul. 

But his excitement comes to a sudden halt. His heart skips not just one, but two beats when his gaze lands upon a female standing in his path.

 It is as if all the air is sucked out of his lungs, leaving him momentarily breathless. She must have just climbed up onto the rooftop terrace just moments before their arrival, and now they truly meet again. Does she remember? 

She does!

Gwyn, too, wears an expression of absolute surprise. Her teal eyes are wide, and her mouth hangs slightly agape, lips parted in shock and surprise. 

Seeing him again was something she has never thought would be possible. And she finds herself admitting that even with the blue eye and the split lip he truly is the most beautiful male she has ever seen. But why does he always seem to be battered and bruised whenever they meet? 

For a brief moment, Balthazar's lips move, but no words escape. 

His arms hang at his sides as he stares at her, captivated by her beauty. She is the female who saved his life. 

"You!" he exclaims, his gaze unwavering, his voice strong despite the whirlwind in his mind. "There you are!"

Gwyn is flooded with a surge of emotions as her eyes lock with his. Her hands slacken, causing the dagger she had been holding to slip from her grasp. Seeing him again was the last thing she expected, and now he stands before her – injured once more – a sight that makes a small crack appear in her heart.

"It can't be a coincidence, can it?" Balthazar breathes. "But I guess it is." 

He keeps his gaze locked with hers and just blabbers. "And since we are lucky to meet again, are you finally going to share your name with me? Please." 

His lips curl slightly, and his hands find their way into his pockets as he leans casually, resting his weight on one leg, the sun casting a beautiful glow onto his bronze skin. His eyes shimmer with newfound brightness, and Gwyn draws in a deep breath, her own heart racing, beating so rapidly she threatens it will burst through her ribcage.

She wants to say her name, but Nesta beats her to it, suddenly stepping up beside Balthazar. "You two know each other?!" Her eyes are wide open and curious, ping-ponging between the priestess and the young Illyrian.

Balthazar grins, a mixture of gratitude and pride obvious in his expression. "We do! She saved my life during the Blood Rite," he says, his voice full of gratitude and a hint of joy. 

He found her again! He can't believe his luck.

 This female who has stolen his heart with one look into his eyes, and now she is here, right in front of him, even more beautiful than the first time he had seen her.

"You saved him, and you never mentioned it?" Nesta's surprise is evident, and Gwyn is caught off guard. She doesn't want to delve into this conversation now. She'll explain it to her best friend later. During the Blood Rite, it was all too overwhelming to share with her companions, and afterward, she struggled to find the right words. It's a complicated situation, and Balthazar's dashing looks and charming smile definitely don't make it any less complicated.

And yet, his smile stays on his handsome face, unfazed by her silence, and over the knowledge she did not tell her friends anything about him. 

He is not hurt or angered by her not telling anyone. It seems alright, like he understands. 

"It's Gwyn!" the priestess finally blurts out, her nerves getting the best of her. 

In his presence she is just so giddy, and this is definitely not caused, or not only caused, by her wariness of males. This is because he is…absolutely breathtaking and he makes her heart flutter and skip one or the other happy beat. And the tug…oh good Gods! It is back. This pull…

"I—"

Gwyn cuts him off, her voice more steady now. "It's good to see you alive!" Her words rush out, an attempt to cover her nerves. She can't stay here, she needs to order her thoughts and his unexpected arrival makes her head spin. "But I have to leave now. Azriel and I were planning on some dagger practice. Stay safe!"

A pang of disappointment tugs at Balthazar's chest. Is it just disappointment? Perhaps a hint of jealousy mingles with it too. 

Azriel must have understood the hint, as he quickly follows Gwyn. 

The priestess glances back once, and Balthazar raises his hand in a wave, a smile tugging at his lips. "It's good to see you alive too, Gwyn. Congratulations on your victory."

"Gwyn saved your life?" Cassian's astonishment matches that of his mate, Nesta. He looks at Balthazar with big eyes, like he has seen a ghost.

"She did. Shielded me from an arrow that came at me during the Blood Rite," Balthazar confirms, his expression a mix of gratitude and pride. And happiness. He found her again. It's almost unbelievable luck.

Nostalgia passes over his face, but Balthazar brushes them away. "But didn't you want to show me the pitch and some fighting techniques. Ones I could take to Windhaven and demonstrate to the females there?"

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[godsofhumanity]

Hey, I'm the Wonder Woman anon here

So apparently Modern Wonder Woman's origin story is the product of the Adultery between Zeus and her Mother and was told she was made of clay to trick a Jealous Hera

I fucking hate re-iterations when they're terrible

I like the old versions way better:

_ Diana was made of clay and given life by possibly Aphrodite since originally Aphrodite is the Mother of all Amazonians since she crafted them out of clay. One said there was a magical liquid that gave life to the clay baby Diana

_ Diana was the result of a literal virgin birth, her Mom crafted her out of clay and Zeus gave her life by striking a lightning bolt into her clay body. See the clip here:

https://youtu.be/9ogFRUg_dGA?feature=shared

(A woman literally said Hippolyta wanted a child not created out of unholy union. Which means she wanted to have a virgin birth. I think that's a beautiful cause since childbirth is a horror to women and it also brings out the femininity of the Amazon much more profoundly, it is also my fave version of Wonder Woman's origin story)

I don't think Hera would have anything against a baby who was given life to by her husband's power,it's not like he physically cheated with a Woman again, if anything she would give the child blessings, maybe that's why Wonder Woman is said to be better in some aspects than the Olympians

But the Modern version of Wonder Woman's origin is that she's an affair child and had a faked birth story so Hera won't get jealous

This is why I prefer the old ones, they're so better and not to basic

If Hera can be someone else other than a jealous, evil wife then I think Wonder Woman shouldn't be just an "affair child", considering how she's importantly known as a sacred being, almost reaching godhood

I'm not hating illegitimate children, but I can't see Queen Hippolyta having an affair with Zeus for so many reasons, cuz it literally ruins her character and the entire ideal of the Amazonians, which is to worship all the greatness of a Woman, I don't think they view unholy affair as one of the good things they have followed and preached for centuries

Also the Amazonians greatly worshipped the Olympians, Hera and Zeus ARE the rulers of Olympians, Queen Hippolyta must be willing to shame herself till the end of time if she would do something like sleeping with the God and tricking the Goddess she so greatly worshipped. It's literally Religion 101

I'm sorry but no matter what some might say, cheating with someone's spouse is never cool or it is a feminine/manly thing, it's not okay

first of all. amen to that last statement, i 100% agree with you.

honestly though. personally, the only situation where i can see Hera not going rage-mode over WW is if Zeus actually consulted her and was like, “hey theres this cool clay model of a woman and i think if i gave her life, she’d make a great hero,, if you blessed her also she’d do a lot of good..” he has to include her in it,, king and queen of Olympus creating heroes together. because then, in a sense, WW is a champion of Hera too.

but otherwise. Hera is a very vengeful, quick to anger goddess. so i think in any other situation, even if Zeus technically didn’t “biologically” make WW, she’d still be furious with both Zeus and WW. i say this because, if you look at the myths of Dionysus and Athena, even though Zeus did actually need a woman to create at least dio and thena’s foetuses, Hera sees their births as something Zeus managed on HIS OWN. and that pisses her off a LOT since he effectively renders her sacred role as a mother redundant. it’s a huge slight to her.

i am not familiar with Queen Hippolyta’s (DC) characterisation… however, in the myths, Theseus is usually portrayed as forcing himself on Hippolyta after he defeats the Amazons and they have a son, tragic Hippolytus. so, if that means anything. i’d imagine that Hippolyta (DC), in the spirit of the treatment of her namesake in myth, must also be rejecting relationships with men too. but then again, i do not remember the lore details of the WW films, i only remember that i liked the portrayal of WW herself specifically.

[sambucky4everlark]

WELL, FUCKING FINALLY!!!!

If we had one more non-white male character with no romantic plot or even a mention of a romantic partner/interest I'd be mad as hell.

And no, I'm not saying that every character needs to have romance in its story, but the way Marvel always stretch to give a white man a love interest while they rarely make the effort to do the same with most of the few poc characters drives me crazy.

No but seriously:

Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Thor, Scott Lang, Peter Quill, Stephen Strange, Peter Parker, Bucky Barnes, Loki, Ikaris, Druig, Dane Whitman, Clint Barton, Steven Grant(Marc Spector) and Matt Murdock.

These are all the white male main characters from the mcu. Now guess how many of them has/had a romantic interest. If you guessed ALL OF THEM you are absolutely correct!!

Now the poc:

T'Challa, Sam Wilson, Shang-Chi, Phastos, Gilgamesh, Kingo and now Nick Fury.

...

This list is so ridiculously short that makes me want to add Rhodes and M'baku on it, but it's supposed to be a main character list so it wouldn't be fair. Anyway, guess how many of those have a romantic interest!

Exactly 4 out of 7!! And in case you're wondering those four are T'Challa, Phastos, Fury and Gilgamesh (even though some people don't consider him because he and Thena weren't an "explicit" couple Angelina Jolie confirmed that it was a romantic relationship).

I know it's kinda unfair to ask for more romance when we need more poc characters first, but it really pisses me of that the only few times Marvel decided that a character didn't need a partner was when said character wasn't white.

Like, c'mon, they'd go out of their way to give us some weird-ass couple like this

or this,

and this,

but they can't even simply mention that Shang has a girlfriend or a crush or fucking something!!

I mean, ffs for them is easier to create a love story to Vision and Drax who are literally a robot and an alien!! And it's not that I don't like their stories, I actually love them, it's just that I can't believe thay can do that but they can't get Sam a date or something like that.

And it doesn't need to happen only with main characters, like, how much would have costed to put an extra on set when Rhodes fell during civil war and say it was his wife??

Of course I would prefer a relationship better developed than the examples I gave, but the fact that they don't even did this shallow shit it's pretty alarming to me. It just shows how they don't really see poc characters as true characters but simply as demands to be attended so they can claim they support diversity inclusion.

[softquietsteadylove]

Hey could I ask for a Thenamesh human au were Thena is raising her little sisters (Sersi and Sprite) after their parents die and Gilgamesh is her co-worker who finds her having a mini breakdown and comforts her? Kinda slow burn-ish and no smut if possible

"Sorry!"

Thena pressed even harder on her eyebrows, sure she would get bruises from it. Maybe then she might actually get medical clearance for time off. "It's fine."

"I didn't mean-"

"It's fine!" she snapped at him again, shifting to swipe at the corners of her eyes and wipe the tears onto her fingertips and then on the sleeves of her cardigan. "I was just...looking for something."

But all she heard was the door shutting gently.

Thena sighed, picking her head up and looking around the shelves. All that was in here was extra paper and printer ink. "Gil, I'm fine."

Gil was sweet, if a little too sweet. He went out of his way for people, which their firm really discouraged. But he was going into family law, which was easy to tell from the 'everything' about him.

"Yeah, I just, uh," she heard him shuffle around before finally turning to glare at him. Her glower was usually strong enough to scare away anyone else. He pointed at the shelf of toner. "Printer."

She closed her eyes, feeling the throbbing in her head from her coffee and the twitch in her eyes from her need for sleep. But they had a lot of contracts to examine, and Sersi was in the middle of the soccer season, which meant she didn't even get home until 6, which pushed dinner to 7 and that said nothing about homework and getting Sprite to bed at a decent hour.

"Um," Gilgamesh gulped, tugging at the suit he was wearing. It was standard attire for the firm, of course, but she always imagined he had a hard time finding suits to really fit him. Perhaps he needed shirts and Jackets in one fitting and trousers in a smaller one. "How was Sersi's game?"

She whipped her head up at him, and she must have looked ready for murder by the way he flinched. "What?"

He went stiff as a board, practically pressing his back to the door. "S-Sersi--your sister, you said she had a soccer game on friday. H-How did it go...if that's okay."

Right, friday; she had rushed home from work, still with half a day's work to complete, picked up Sprite, gotten her not to gripe all through grocery shopping, bundled her up for Sersi's game, which was a loss, and it was a hard loss, and Sersi got a few scrapes and bruises, so then they were both a little cranky for the start of the weekend, and of course that meant she didn't actually get any work done-

"Thena?"

She blinked, feeling as if she had gone somewhere else entirely. This was getting ridiculous. She just needed coffee, she reasoned. Even more coffee. She shook her head.

"Hey," he whispered, not moving from the door to let her out, despite her moving closer. "Are you okay? I know you're...I know you've got a lot on your plate."

A lot on her plate? She had that already with this job and the beginnings of her career. Her student debt alone would be more than a full plate.

That was before handling a joint funeral, and counselling for her sisters, and getting them back to school, and a full year of them not being themselves. And then, when they finally seem to be getting better, both of them start having the worst time with school in their lives.

Or maybe their mother was just better at dealing with it than Thena could say for herself. And while their father wasn't exactly her favourite person, let alone parent, her first year of filing her taxes with two dependants was enough for her to look into a decent accountant for this year.

"Listen, I know you've got this under control," Gil continued, visibly worried about saying the wrong thing. "I know you're tougher than I could ever imagine."

She really didn't know about that.

"But if you need--I mean, if you ever want a hand with anything, or even just logistics, or carpooling or something," he suggested, losing confidence with every new idea. His massive shoulders drooped and he gave her those big, sad puppy dog eyes that always got him the best desk and the best cases and the best lunch, "just let me know, y'know?"

Thena gulped. Heat rose up in her as the horror of her tears resurfaced. She was done crying. It was the middle of the work day. She didn't have time for this. This had never been an issue before.

Can we have lasagne?

Just that simple text from Sprite had set her off. Because Sprite loved lasagne--she loved their mother's lasagne. And for an entire year Sprite couldn't even stand hearing the word, let alone the sight of it. And to have her ask for it, when they all knew that Thena was somehow the worst cook of all three of them.

Gil blinked as Thena dropped her head, squeezing her eyes shut and pressing her hand over her eyebrows again. His hands hovered around her, never crossing the last few inches of boundary she held.

Thena was just as shocked as she leaned froward and her forehead met something firm. But she couldn't choke it all back, a squeak escaping her as her tears dropped to the musty old storage closet carpet below.

"Hey," he whispered soothingly. Of course the bastard was great at comforting people too. Why wouldn't he be? Why wouldn't he be so completely perfect? "It'll be okay."

She usually hated when people spoke so certainly. Because what did they know? What assurance did they have? But Gil meant well. He only ever meant well. Her breathing slowed and she realised she was truly letting him embrace her. What an unfortunate turn this had taken. But he was warm, and he smelled nice. And it felt nice when he rubbed her back.

Gil let her pull away, not making a grand affair out of the whole thing. He brushed away a few more tears of hers, "you okay?"

She nodded. She was far, far from it. But she could probably get through the rest of the work day without humiliating herself further. Her throat felt dry as a bone. "Thank you."

Gil tilted his head at her. He did give off the first impression that he would be some meathead, into his own looks and loud and brash and hypermasculine. But he was kind, he was considerate of others and his good nature only made him more sensitive to those around him. "I mean it, Thena, if there's anything you need at all."

He was one of only a few who even knew about her sisters. She didn't really go around announcing her past, and she wasn't one for keeping precious personal keepsakes on her desk either. But Gil had once seen her phone light up with a notification and asked who the girls on her lockscreen were.

And as much as she could have told him to mind his own business - and he would have, knowing him - it seemed worse to ignore it. So she had told him about her sisters, and how she had basically acquired them as children, as far as the state was concerned.

The biggest advantage to Gilgamesh knowing about her duties outside the office was that he was her biggest defender whenever she couldn't make events outside of work. Of course a lot of deals happened out of the office as well as in, and being able to seal those deals came with the job. But Gil always had an excuse ready for her when she couldn't join them for drinks after work, or make a round of golf or two on sunday morning.

He smiled as she finally picked her head up. "There she is."

She chose to ignore that. She sniffled, dabbing at her eyes again. If anyone asked her if she was okay once she stepped out of this closet, she might commit an act worthy of termination. "Thanks."

"Any time," he shrugged. He still didn't leave. "I saw you get up from your desk. I thought-"

Silence came over him, perhaps at the admission that he had all but followed her here. Any other coworker and she would have her keys in her hand and a knife with his car's name on it. But only Gilgamesh could say something like that and have it be just as innocent as he meant it.

"Sorry," he concluded, having discouraged himself yet again. He blushed.

She truly was a bitch of epic proportions to inspire this level of fear from the sweetest man alive, she gathered. Usually that wasn't a problem, of course, but just this once: it was undeserved. "That's nice of you, Gil."

That seemed to surprise him even more than walking in on her crying in the closet.

She finally reached for the doorknob, and Gil nearly leapt out of her way. She headed back to her desk, with the same papers in hand as when she had first gone in. At least at her desk, she could take a breath. Her computer was still open on emails, she set the papers beside her.

Of course

She replied to Sprite, although if she got more texts she was just going to tell her not to text in class.

If her sister wanted lasagne, then she would find a way to make it happen. Affection was not her most polished skill, but love needed no polishing. If her baby sister wanted lasagne, she would have it.

If only she weren't a horrendously bad cook.

Sersi was decent, but she only ever let her help when Sersi herself seemed eager to do so, and that was usually on weekends. And Ajak was an excellent cook. Her handwritten recipes alone would not help Thena actually produce the promised product.

Thena picked up her phone again. She scrolled until she could select the contact in her phone. Perhaps it was silly to text him when his desk was in sight of hers. She was just in a closet with the man. But she selected his name and typed.

Can you make lasagne?

[healingagoddess]

When no one listens

Request: Maybe something thenamesh?? I don't know something cute and fluffy and the other eternals are so done with them - by anon, thank you so so much 🖤

Warnings: English is not my first language.

Pairing: Thena/Gilgamesh

Words: 792

It is not an everyday thing to find Gilgamesh and Thena so close resting against each other. So, it is hard to pay attention to Ajak’s instructions as two very tired warriors snuggle in the back.

“Stop.” Thena threatens Kingo from afar with her stare.

“I should say the same thing,” he replies back, body fully turning towards them. “What is this that’s going on?”

She looks away and back to Ajak, ignoring him.

At some point during Ajak’s speech Thena rests her head against Gil’s shoulder earning the attention of Druig and Phastos, who just stare at each other like they are in the office.

“You see it too, right?” Asked Kingo.

“Uh,” Phastos takes a moment to think, but is cut off by Ajak.

“Are you guys even listening?” She speaks directly to everyone in the left corner which consist of Kingo, Phastos, and Druig. “What was I talking about?” She asks at their silence.

Kingo and Druig look at each other waiting for the other to talk as Phastos stutters to form an answer to no veil.

“You are talking about the re-distribution of the teams to travel overseas in the search of deviants.” Thena replies from her place attached to Gil’s rib.

Makkari frowns at her with a discerting look, and Sersi just looks marveled.

“Thank you, Thena; but I was talking to the corner on the left.” She gives them a stern look.

It is enough to make them stop, but it has now gained the attention of Sprite. She uses an illusion of herself sitting at the front listening to Ajak, while she walks invisible in the direction of Gilgamesh and Thena. She takes note of how they are holding hands, and how Gil’s thumb is brushing against Thena’s. Just when she is about to prank Gil tickling him with an invisible feather she hears Ajak calling out her name.

“Sprite, I hope you are not using an illusion again to escape. This is a very important matter.” Ajak talks like a mother with a warning tone.

Sprite hurries back to her place. “Sorry, Ajak.” She knows Ajak can detect her better than anyone, a special ability of the prime eternal.

At some point Gil starts to snooze nodding his head not fully asleep, and Thena wraps her arms around him to support him against her own shoulder like a mother would hold a child close. This has now caused distress between the eternals, even Ikaris is looking at them every now and then. Even Ajak blinked a few times in their direction, like trying to see if she was seeing right or it was one of Sprite’s illusions to stop her speech.

Kingo is fully turned towards them, ignoring Ajak right in front of her salad. The salad being a very cozy Gilgamesh and Thena. Phastos’ jaw has almost dropped to the floor, he keeps looking back and forth between Ajak and them. Druig is seeking comfort with Makkari, trying to ignore the scene, but it doesn’t help when the speedster is also occasionally looking at them and trying to gossip with Phastos and Kingo from afar. Sprite joined the corner on the left trying to get a more discreet glimpse of the two strong eternals in the other corner. At this point Sersi is just completely distracted by Ikaris standing next to her at the right side of the hall.

“I’m going to do it.” Mumbles Druig.

“I-” Phastos stutters. “It would be better if-” He struggles to find the right words. “You know what? Do as you please.”

“Don’t mind control them in front of Ajak.” Sprite intervenes.

“Gil?” They all hear Thena’s whispers. “My feet are cold.”

Gil soon takes her feet into his hands and between them to warm them up.

“Okay!” Kingo declares loudly as everyone else starts to complain, disrupting Ajak’s speech. They all get up shaking their head as Ajak looks at them confused.

“And where do you all think you are going?” She asks as they start to leave.

“We don’t even get cold.” Complains Phastos on their way out.

“Nice talk, Ajak. I might throw up.” Druig says.

“This has been the weirdest experience ever.” Sprite says. “I hope it never repeats.”

“What is going on?” Sersi asks as she follows them out.

Ajak shakes her head as she takes a deep breath trying to keep her cool. Her eyes fall on two very exhausted eternals on the right corner that stare right back at her not even one bit of guilt in their faces.

“So, are we dismissed?” Asks Gil.

“Just go.” Ajak says so done for the day.

But she can’t help but smile as she sees them walk out together; hand in hand.

[sortofanobsession]

To Cry for the Moon Part 13 (Moon Knight x Female Eternal!Reader)

Author's note: This is the longest part so far but I think you will like it. @jupitersmoon167 did and she started the whole thing! So I hope you all enjoy it. There will be a few more parts, so don't think it is over just yet. Stay tuned.

Please do not take, copy, or translate without talking to me first. Reblogs, likes, and comments are encouraged. But anything else please message me first.

Y/N = Your Name. Y/N/N = Your Nickname. Reader pronouns She/Her. Story is 3rd person POV. 

Italic text is the reflected alter talking. Bold Italic text is sign language for Makkari.

Tag Requests are Open just message me.

Tagged: @rosaren2498, @yuugenmomo, @faefanatic,  @urlocallsimp  @assassinsasha23, @queenariesofnarnia, @rmoonstoner,  @crypticruler, @animelover18, @philiasoul, @distinguishedmakerpandapatrol, @22carolina08, @preciousbabypeter, @sleepyamaya, @so-done-with-bullshit

Primary Pairing: Steven Grant x Eternal!Reader, Marc Spector x Eternal!Reader, Khonshu x Ma'at!Reader

Content Warning: Mental Illness, Manipulation, Mind control, Death, Violence, Verbal Fighting, Physical Violence, Anger.

Word Count: 4K+

WIP Series Masterlist

Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 14

Part 13: The Battle Begins

Temple of the Gods

The gods had pinpointed the emergence point as soon as the volcano began to rumble. The eye of Horus could see all, making it easy.

"You look better than ever," Osiris told Y/N. Instead of her usual armor, since she hadn't been wearing it when she died, the gods had granted her a brand new set.

"You just want me to show off for you," Y/N grins. She runs her finger along the feather of truth as it is secured in a band around her head, as it often was before they created the scales. "But the feather's a nice touch."

“You are whole again, Ma’at,” Osiris tells her. “And use it to punish those who would condemn so many innocent souls. Show them we gods are not to be underestimated.”

“Oh, I will,” Y/N nods. 

Aboard the Domo

Sersi had given Marc and Layla all the details she knew about everything they might be facing as the Eternals get their armor and the UniMind bracelets set. She also tells them as much as she can about Ikaris and his fighting style. Marc had seen it in action once. Thena told them what she knew as well. Druig told them the easiest ways to get Ikaris angry. Only after everyone was suited up did they split into two groups. Sersi, Druig, and Makkari would head to the exact point of emergence and put Tiamut to sleep. Phastos stays to pilot the Domo. Thena would wait at the entrance of the Domo for Ikaris. Marc and Layla would too, but they would stick to the shadows until after the fight began. They were to keep Ikaris distracted at the Domo for as long as possible. 

It didn’t take long for Ikaris to show up.

“Where’s Druig?” Ikaris asks. 

“He’s busy,” Thena replies, her blade appearing as she does. 

“Thena, play nice,” Ikaris warns. “You’ve never had to fight me.” He takes hold of the blade as she swings it. 

“But I’ve always wanted to,” Thena says, transforming the blade into an ax to knock his grip loose and back into a sword. She summons her shield, and the two begin to fight. She uses her powers as a shield to block Ikaris’ eye beams. When it seems Ikaris is getting the upper hand, the Moon Knight begins to attack—throwing crescent dart after crescent dart to get Ikaris’ attention off of Thena. Scarlet Scarab makes her way towards the entrance of the Domo, joining in only as it becomes a more hand-to-hand fight.

When none of the other Eternals show up to fight him, and Thena’s armor begins to glow, signaling the use of the UniMind, does Ikaris realize he is wasting time and outnumbered. He resorts to using his eye beams to force them to shield themselves, putting enough space between them that he can get away. He flies from the Domo. Moon Knight and Scarlet Scarab follow suit. Unfortunately, Thena’s connection shows him exactly where the others are, and right as Druig begins to use his powers, Ikaris shoots him down with his eye beams. There are little the others can do as Ikaris flies Druig up and throws him full force down to Earth. Ikaris then uses his eye beams to force Druig deep into the ground. Plan A has failed.  

Makkari lets out a heartbreaking wail. 

Ikaris then turns his attention to the Domo and uses his eye beams to send it crashing towards the others. Makkari has just enough time to get Sersi out of the way before the Domo crashes. She then goes to retrieve Thena and Phastos from the downed ship. Moon Knight and Scarlet Scarab keep Ikaris occupied as she does.

“Funny, Moon Knight, whatever god gave your ex those wings ripped her technique straight from Y/N’s playbook. No wonder you went back to her so soon after Y/N’s death. Who knew gods were so replaceable,” Ikaris taunts. Again, he uses his eye beams to force them back. He turns his attention back to the other Eternals.

“Druig’s gone,” Ikaris says as he hovers just above the ground, “It’s over.”

Makkari takes advantage of him being at their level and takes out her pain and anger at having watched Druig taken down in an unrelenting attack using her speed to pummel Ikaris. The pair of avatars are awestruck. The speed and force makes them realize Makkari had truly taken it easy on them in Egypt. Makkari could have easily hurt them, but as angry as she was at Marc for breaking Y/N’s heart, her heart was shattered now. Makkari had lost both Y/N and Druig. It filled her with rage and made her virtually unstoppable, especially given that her speed gives her the advantage of avoiding most of the beams from Ikaris’ eyes. As the volcano begins to erupt they all begin having to dodge lava bombs and debris. The try to refocus as best they can. Sersi decides she has to stop the emergence while the others keep Ikaris out of the way. It’s not until Ikaris manages to catch Makkari in the chest with his hand and get a hand around her throat does he get the upper hand. He hits her square in the chest with an eye beam sending her onto her back across the sand. They miss the way Sprite tricks and stabs Sersi. They also fail to notice Druig take Sprite out with a rock and tell Sersi that it is her fight now. The others begin a full assault on Ikaris. Crescent darts, energy blasts, and every projectile the group can summon are sent at Ikaris. They fail to notice Kro emerging from the water intent on revenge. Makkari gets back on her feet to help. They seem to have the advantage until Kro attacks Ikaris. The evolved deviant quickly draws the attention and anger of Thena and Moon Knight. Pastos reminds them that they can’t let Kro absorb any of their powers, even Ikaris’. They all turn their focus on Kro. The onslaught overpowers him and Kro is thrown into a cave. Thena is right behind him. Marc goes to follow but is slowed by Layla. 

“Do you really think Y/N would want you to pick fighting that monster over finishing her mission?” Layla asks. 

“Killing that thing is my mission,” Marc tells her. “Help me or don’t. I’m going in there.” Marc makes his way into the cave. Layla begrudgingly follows. The Moon Knight mask gives Marc an advantage in the dark. He sticks to the shadows, Layla close behind him. 

Temple of the Gods

"Show them who you really are," Osiris says as the path before her opens to the emergence point. Y/N spins the glowing dagger in her grip and nods before taking a running leap and taking to the sky.

Point of Emergence

 Again, Ikaris realizes they aren’t all there. He notices Sersi isn’t with them. He goes to find her, but is stopped in his tracks by an unexpected round of projectiles. He turns to see Y/N clad in golden Egyptian armor. Wings glowing as she watches him. The shocked look on his face made her grin. 

"You underestimate the gods, Ikaris. You always have," she says, gripping her daggers tight. "Such a pity you never had much faith outside your mission." She sent another wave at him, but he dodged it. "I don't need to feel your heart to condemn you. You never loved humanity. It was always just the mission. No wonder you forgot how to love." His anger hits her in the form of his eye beams in the side. Her new armor was helpful, but she didn't know how long it would hold. He tries to take advantage of her being hit to go stop Sersi, but Phastos traps him midair and drags him to the ground using several anchor points.  

The new arrival and fight on the beach remain unnoticed by the group in the cave. Layla and Marc join the fight to help Thena when combat begins. The avatars’ attacks are mostly fended off by Kro’s tentacles and the occasional hit or kick. The pair are hesitant to do much else to keep from harming Thena. They attack full force when the evolved deviant begins to drain her powers. Thena manages to summon blades into her bound hands and uses them to sever the deviants tentacles before attacking Kro’s head and face, killing him. Thena and Marc take satisfaction in watching the glowing remains of the slain deviant fall to the ground.  

As Sersi begins to transform Tiamut, Ikaris manages to break free of the trap Phastos had kept him in and goes after Sersi. But Sersi having touched Tiamut makes a connection with the celestial that causes the armor of all the Eternals to glow, not just those with the UniMind bracelets. Even Y/N can feel it. They all are connected to Tiamut. It gives Sersi the power she needs to transform Tiamut. The celestial’s partially exposed head and hand have risen out of the water, but where the celestial’s gold once was is replaced by stone. An unearthly noise can be heard, as Tiamut’s glowing eyes go dark and the massive figure turns to stone, its movement ceasing. The Earth stops shaking as the emergence has officially been stopped. Sersi did it. Tiamut is dead. The planet is saved. They won.

The others can’t see Ikaris crying and apologizing to Sersi, but they do see him fly off into the sky.

As soon as Y/N feet touch the sand, Makkari speeds over and pulls her into a hug. Makkari's hands go to Y/N face before she pulls away.

"You're here. I can't believe you are here. I missed you so much, and they said you were dead, and I couldn't-”

"Kari," Y/N laughs, holding Makkari's hands in her own for a moment before she pulls away to sign. "You are going too fast. I missed you too. Heard you have some precious artifacts that some humans couldn't be trusted with. You'll have to show me."

"I have so many for you," Makkari smiles, but it turns sad when she remembers what happened to Druig. Y/N hugs her and smiles against Makkari’s shoulder when she sees Sersi returning with Druig and Sprite.

She knows when Makkari feels them approaching by the shift in her grip. Y/N carefully extracts herself from Makkari’s grip and smiles. “Go,” Y/N signs. Makkari hurries over to Druig. Their reunion is almost too adorable to watch. 

Sersi comes over, and despite the pain in her side, she pulls Y/N into a hug. "You really are here. I was worried it was just an illusion," Sersi says when she pulls back to grip Y/N's face like she had before she died. "What happened? We couldn't find you."

"Hey, don't I get a hug?" Druig says as he and Makkari join them. 

"Of course," Y/N moves from Sersi to hug Druig. Groaning and wincing at the pain in her side. 

"That bastard got you good too, yeah?" Druig asks.

“Yeah, got me in the same spot the deviant did. I don’t know if he was trying to or if it was dumb luck, but he did.” And before Druig can even look at it, Makkari is already shifting Y/N's armor to get a look. Makkari's eyes go wide, and she disappears only to reappear with something Y/N can barely see, and in rapid-fire succession, she feels the armor give way, the wound wrapped and armor replaced.

"Wow, Thanks, Makkari," Y/N signs. Makkari dusts her hands off and seems proud of her work. 

"Better?" Druig asks.

"Much," she says, hugging him again and pulling Makkari in too, earning a few laughs.

"So, do I get my answer now?" Sersi asks. Y/N pulled away, but Makkari drapes her arm around her shoulders, and her hand falls to feel the vibrating beat of Y/N’s heart. She pulls Druig in and does the same. Y/N grins but turns her head to answer Sersi. She was sure they all wanted to know.

"The eye of Horus sees all, everything under the sun and moon. The gods had been set to keep an extra close eye on everything. With the emergence, the Ennead was on high alert. Horus was watching, and Osiris used the feather of truth," Y/N answers. She gestures at the feather in her headband. "It's connected to me, and the god of the Dead knew something was very wrong when the scales began to fail. So instead of just letting whatever happens when we die happen, they stepped in. He used what was still there to bring me back. Granted, he needed help. Anubis always had a role in the transition between worlds, so they patched me up and returned what power the feather still had to me. Took a bit to recover. And we decided not to risk me only having partial powers, so they decided a little touch of my old style was needed. Full power helped get me here in time to help. Though I'm sure you'd have pulled it off without me."

"But we didn't need to," Sersi says. “You’re here.”

"True," she laughs but groans again at the pain. Makkari goes to move, but Y/N puts her hand over hers and squeezes it. 

"You good?" Phastos asks. "Took a few nasty hits, and your armor is a bit…"

"Archaic? Ancient?" Y/N grins. 

"I was going to say it’s not yours, but that works too."

"Not like I could make a stop at the Domo and change. Time was already a bit limited. And I couldn't let you all save the world without me. I have people I care about here too." 

Sersi sees movement behind the others. She was happy to see the trio survived the battle with Kro. She also realized that Y/N had no idea the gods’ avatars were there, and she might not be happy about it. 

"What? What's happening?" Y/N saw the shift in Sersi's features.

"Just don't be mad at me, okay?" Sersi says and points past them. Y/N turns around and cannot believe what she is seeing.

"Marc?" Y/N says as she sees Thena leading Moon Knight and another armor-clad individual towards the group. "MARC!" 

Marc's pretty sure his heart stops when he hears his name called by a voice he thought he'd never hear again.

"Y/N/N?" He is almost scared to ask. He looks back at Layla to make sure he hasn't lost his mind completely. 

"What the hell are you looking at me for?" Layla tells him. "GO!"

Marc takes off in a sprint. Y/N does the same. They practically crash into a desperate bone-crushing hug. Marc pulls back to get a look at her. 

"What are you doing here?" She asks, Sersi's request suddenly makes a lot more sense, and she feels a bit angry at her family for letting them join in on the fight.

"What I should have done in London, helping kill that deviant,” Marc states.

"But-" 

"They took you from us, did you really think-" but he was cut off as she felt him shift and the familiar feeling of Steven's heart beat before her. She smiles as he grips her face. "You're really here. We haven't died again."

Y/N let out a laugh, ignoring the twinge of pain in her side. "I'm here, Steven," she says as she grips his hands. 

"How?" He asks and then takes in her armor. "What are you wearing? Is that-" he is cut off by another laugh. He lets that sound settle deep in his heart and soul. He had missed it.

"The gods. Osiris used the feather of truth to bring me back. It was in the underworld, so it was too far away for me to draw enough power off to help me during the fight. It meant I was a bit weaker, but it also meant when my family thought I was gone for good, the avatars of Osiris and Anubis took me back to the temple and brought me back. Horus' avatar told me I had to focus on healing and wasn't allowed to call anyone. He didn't want them, or you, to have to suffer me possibly dying again. But I'm here. I made it and managed to stab that backstabber Ikaris. But you know if Khonshu had asked Osiris, he would have told him. Even…" She looked at Layla and the armor clicked. "Even Taweret knew." She looked at him, confused. "Steven is…that's Taweret's avatar. I recognize the armor." Steven looked between Y/N and Layla. He shook his head before leaning in and giving Y/N a kiss. He pulled away with some regret. He muttered to Marc, "Sorry, mate. This one is on you." 

Y/N looks confused again when they shift, and Marc is back. "Yes, it is, and that's Layla." He knew better than to lie. He'd learned that lesson. 

"Layla, as in your ex-wife, Layla?" Y/N goes to take a step back, but he just holds her tighter. 

"She insisted on coming to keep me from doing anything stupid like getting myself killed again trying to avenge you. I told you, she and I split on good terms. The initial split wasn't, but we worked it out over saving the world from Ammit. And she watched me die then, but Osiris, Taweret, and Khonshu brought me back. And she became Taweret's avatar."

"Marc I don't…"

"She knows I love you. She knows Steven does too. She's been keeping me busy with missions and telling me I'm not allowed to just self-destruct because that would have pissed you off. She didn't know you, but she knew how we were with you. She-"

He was cut off by her lips meeting his, and he practically melted into it. 

"I love you too," Y/N says against his lips, "Both of you."

Marc let out a breathy laugh. "I know. Dane only shouted it at us loudly in our flat, and Sersi kept saying it, but we never thought we'd get to hear you say or that we would get to say it to you." 

"Well, you did,�� she smiles. “And I will say it every day, for as long as we have."

"You aren't the only one." He kissed her this time. A day or two ago he didn't think he'd get the chance to do this again, so he wasn't going to waste it. He pulled her closer with an arm around her waist. Unfortunately, it put pressure on the spot that Ikaris had hit her. She let out a hiss of pain against his lips.

"What? What happened? Are you hurt?" Marc finally asks. And puts enough space between them that he could look her over. "Shit," he says when he sees the scorched and dented armor.

"It's fine," she says, trying to redirect his gaze back up to her face.

"It really isn't," he says as he tries to get a better look. He starts to move the armor aside, and when that didn't work, he tried to remove it, but she swats his hands away. 

"It really is, for two reasons. One, Makkari already patched me up. She is much faster than you. Two, You do not get to undress me in front of my family and your ex-wife. Not happening."

"But Makkari can?" He questioned with a smirk.

"She is a literal blur when she moves. Druig was there, and even he didn't see anything. I barely saw anything." 

"Why do I feel like I should be worried about how close you guys are."

"Says the guy running around a tropical island with his ex-wife."

"That's fair," he laughs.

"And once we get back to the Domo, you can check over every scratch and bump the deviant and then Ikaris gave me. Makkari already took care of the worst of what Ikaris did."

"Ikaris," Marc spat the name. "We will tear him apart," he says, looking for said eternal.

"He took the coward's way out," she tells him. "As far as we could tell, he flew towards the sun. Don't know if he's dead or not, but he isn't here."

"Well, if he isn't dead and I see him again, I'm jamming a dart through his stupid laser eye and into his brain for trying to take you away from us again."

"Aww, all for me? Aren't you sweet," she laughs. 

"We missed you so damn much," he says, leaning his forehead against hers.

"I missed you too,” she assures him. “Both of you."

"About that, your buddy Druig managed to bring out the other guy. He said his name's Jake Lockley and he's dark."

"How'd he manage that?" 

"Doesn't matter," Marc says, but she could feel him hesitate. It wasn't a lie per se, but she felt it. 

"Wait, did he drag you into this?" She asked.

"What?" Marc asks before what she asked sinks in. "Oh, no, that was Makkari, but he did get into our head a few times, and he wasn't very happy Layla was around." She looks confused for a moment before she turns around as best she can while Marc refuses to let go.

"Druig!” She shouts as loud as she can. “What the hell did you do that brought out the alter that only comes out if the other two are in mortal danger." 

"Nothing!" Druig shouts back. 

"Oh, that is a lie!" She yells before softening her tone to address Marc. "Marc, sweetie, can you let me go? I have to go punch Druig."

"Nope," Marc tells her. He just moves closer and carefully pulls her back against his chest and buries his face in her neck. She frowns in confusion.

"Marc…" she starts.

"He showed your lover your death for breaking your heart," Thena tells her.

"He what?!" She shouts. "Druig, I am going to drop you off the top of the Domo! Why would you show him that!" 

Druig looks at Makkari and signs, "Run!" 

"Don't you run away from me!" She goes to go after him, but Marc pulls her back. 

"I don't think so," he chuckles. "I just got you back and there is still the issue if a very angry bird beaked god that is going to demand an explanation. He took it almost as bad as we did. Though I will admit, the silent treatment from Steven was a lot worse than the bird wanting to take over being your justice. He said, 'They will pay for what they have done. I will be her justice'." Marc mocks Khonshu's tone.

"Aww, the big bird said that,” She says, her demeanor softening. “That's probably the sweetest thing he had ever said, and I mean ever."

"Yeah, well, why else do you think he insists on arguing with you,” Marc points out. “He's a manipulative bird brain, but he only sticks around to argue if he thinks it's worth his time to get you to see his point. If he doesn’t respect your opinion he just does it. The fact he fights you means your opinion is important to him. Or do you think he just stalks anyone? You think after centuries you would know that by now." She could feel his smirk against her skin.

"Well, I thought about all three of you when I was dying. You, Steven, and Khonshu. I wanted to see the moon one last time. I even tried to call out for him, but I couldn't. I…"

She felt him shift, and Steven's hand gripped her tighter. "Ok, I won't go into details, but I did feel better knowing you guys were still out there. And that Sersi and the others weren't giving up." She turned back around in his arms and ran her fingers through his hair. "Think we'll still have jobs when we get back?" 

Steven shrugs. "Doesn't matter, because I wasn't going to go back again without you. It didn't feel right."

"Oh, Steven, I never wanted to leave you," she tells him. 

"I know," Steven states.

"Hey, love birds! We are heading to the ship!" Phastos shouts. "Hurry up!"

"Be right there," she tells him. 

"Love birds, is that a bad pun or just a coincidence?" Sersi grins. 

"Both."

"We still get to look you over for more injuries, right?" Steven asks.

"Every single inch," she smirks as she pulls away. "You coming or what?"

"Absolutely," Steven grins, hurrying after her and taking her hand in his. "We go where you go."

[callsigndragon]

The Christmas Date | Chapter 9: You make it feel like Christmas

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Fem!Kerner!Reader

(Ron Kerner is Slider, Iceman’s backseater)

Wordcount: 2.2k

Summary: Y/n “Athena” Kerner and Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw hate each other. Everybody knows. What happens when they have to fake date for a whole week to avoid Iceman and Slider’s matchmaking plans?

(there won’t be smut in this series)

Warnings: fluff, fluff, FLUFF, and..ANGST. SOLO’S BACK. I don't know how to write the warn... Solo tries to breaking in and harm Thena.

A/N: You're so gonna hate me for this I'm so SO sorry. Hope you can FORGIVE ME.

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Once the camera is secured in a bag, you look around the jewelry section a bit more, hoping to find the ring you’ve been searching for the past fifteen years. 

When you were younger, your family decided to go on a cruise in the summer. You were just a week away, but it was enough for some thieves to enter your house in hopes of finding money, jewelry, or other valuable things that they could sell. 

One thing they took, the most important thing to you, was your grandma’s wedding ring. The thieves were caught a few weeks later, but all your stuff was gone. You have been looking at every antique shop or pawn shop in the vicinity ever since, hoping that somehow, the ring would have magically been placed there for you. 

But this time, like always, the ring isn’t there. 

You exit the store, looking for Rooster who is still talking to someone from the base. He winks at you when he sees you, rushing to end the conversation. “We’ll talk about this when I get back, okay? Just hold onto it for a while. Okay, bye” he hangs up and walks towards you. “You bought something?” 

“Yeah, I found the perfect gift,” you smile when he leans over to kiss your head. “You should stop doing that.” 

He chuckles, grabbing the bag so you don’t have to carry it around. “Why? I thought you liked it”

"That's exactly the problem," your confession causes him to burst out laughing, the sound warming your heart. 

“My, my, grouchy. And you were supposed to keep hating me”

“Oh, I still hate you.”

“No, you don’t” 

You sigh, letting your head fall in defeat. “No, I don’t” 

“So, lunch or dress? What are we doing first?” 

You think carefully before answering. “As much as I want something warm and sugary right now, we need to look for a dress. I’ll be all bloated later.” 

“Okay, but we’re getting pizza later,” he announces, opening his hand for you to take it. 

“Deal"

"What about this one?" You say, showing Rooster the dress. It's strapless, and glittery. 

"You don't need all that glitter to shine, fly girl," he says, looking for the perfect dress. 

You can feel your cheeks heat up at his comments. He needs to stop being so casual with his flirting. 

Rooster grabs a red dress from the hanger. Is a spaghetti-strapped dark red dress; the skirt goes a few inches below the knees. "I like this one. What do you think?"

You look at it and are not so sure about the length. "I'll have to wear heels with that" 

"You don't want to wear heels?" he asks, looking at the dress. 

"They hurt like a bitch," you complain, knowing that you'll have to wear them one way or another.  

"We can have some flats in the car, and you change them when the heels become too much," he offers.

"Where have you been all my life?" You laugh, grabbing the dress to try it on. 

"Right in front of you, love" he smirks. 

"Do you practice in front of the mirror or something?" 

"Oh, no. It's all natural" 

You grab him by the collar of his jacket, pulling him down to kiss him. It doesn't matter how many times you do it; it still gives you a warm feeling inside. 

"You keep doing that, and I'll have to start practicing some new lines," he whispers while leaning down to kiss you again. 

"Stop! I don't want to get kicked out of the shop," you say, taking the dress. "Where are the changing rooms?" 

He points out where they are when his phone pings. "Wait a sec," he checks the message and smiles. "It's Jesse's toy." 

"The Paw Patrol lookout tower we couldn't buy because it was sold out everywhere?"

"Yeah, I asked the woman at the toy shop to send me a message if they happened to get more of them"

"What are you waiting for? If you don't go buy it now, someone else will!"

"But," he mumbles with a pout, "I want to see you try on the dress.." 

You chuckle. He's such a big baby. "The toy shop is only ten minutes away, I'll grab a few more dresses to try on, and I'll wait for you in the changing room, okay?" 

He nods and kisses your cheek before almost sprinting out of the shop. You shake your head while laughing at his antics, looking for more dresses. You're sure you're going to end up buying the one Rooster showed you, not because it's his choice or something. It's a really cute dress. 

Having found three more cute dresses, you head to the changing room. You lock the door and try them on, one by one. You leave the red one for last, so that Rooster can be here to see it. 

The green one is a big no. It doesn't look good on you. The black one looks good, but maybe isn't appropriate for a Christmas party. You take a second look at that blue one, and it's not even worth a try. It's really horrible. 

You put on the dark red velvet gown that Roos had chosen. Yes, that's the dress. really Christmassy and adorable 

There's a soft knock on the door, and you make sure you're not showing anything before opening the door a few inches, just enough to see who is knocking. Just in case it isn't Rooster but the salesperson. Rooster's face is not the one you see on the other side, nor is it the salesperson's. 

It's Solo’s. 

Before he can even say anything, you close the door and lock it, panic rushing through your body. You know you’re safe as long as you’re inside the changing room. There’s no way Solo can burst in without alerting the other people in the shop. That doesn’t mean you can stay there forever. Should you call the police? Not an option. The police station is too far away; it’ll take them forever to come. That only leaves you an option, but you don’t want to. 

"Come on, Thena, open the door," Solo says to you as you watch the doorknob turn. He’s trying to enter. “You’re being overdramatic, honey. I just want to talk” 

His voice makes you feel nauseous. You look around the room, grabbing the hanger of one of the dresses you had tried on. Maybe you could use it as a weapon. No, it’s impossible. The moment you try to open that door, he’s going to attack you. You feel the hanger slip from your hands as you grab your bag, rummaging through it until you find your phone. 

“Please don’t be driving.” You search for Rooster’s phone and call him. “Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up,” you whisper to yourself, almost screaming, when Solo bangs on the door a few times. 

“Open the damn door, Y/n!” 

You start shaking, fearing that he might get inside the small room at any moment. 

"Grouchy, I’m driving. Can you wait?” Rooster’s sweet voice makes you start crying. It's as if he's standing right next to you, but you know he isn't. “Are you crying?” 

The only thing next to you is a monster banging on the door and trying to break it down. 

“He’s here, Roos,” you let out between sobs. You can hear him slam on the brakes, and cars behind him are honking at him. 

“Who’s there?” 

“Solo”

“Are you safe?” 

Solo keeps talking. Rooster is talking too; everybody is talking. The banging, their voices. Everything is too much. You just want it to stop. You just want the world to become silent for a second. 

“Thena, answer me!” Rooster exclaims. 

“He’s trying to enter. I don't know how much the door is gonna resist!” 

“Don’t hang up, you hear me? Do not hang up.” You focus on his labored breathing and the sound of his steps. It seems like he’s running to get you. He keeps saying things, but you cannot hear them. Is he saying sweet things? Is he talking about how close he is to the shop? Is he telling you that everything’s going to be okay? You can’t know. 

You only hear the ringing in your ears, your own heartbeat, and your loud breathing. 

Suddenly, the doorknob stops twisting. Is he gone? You stare at it for a minute. Two. A whole eternity. 

It doesn’t move anymore. But you’re afraid he’s waiting outside for you. You're afraid of opening that door to flee this shop and finding his disgusting face in front of you, his figure hidden in one of the other two changing rooms. 

When the doorknob twists again, you scream. 

“Thena, it’s me. Can you open the door for me?” His voice comes softly from the phone and from the other side of the door. You get up from the floor, moving away from the corner where you have been all the time. Unlocking a door shouldn’t scare you like this. 

“Is he gone?” you whimper. 

“He’s gone” 

The door opens, and as he said, Rooster is the only person standing in front of you. His eyes scan your body, looking for any sign of discomfort or pain. He’s making sure that you’re not hurt. He slowly raises his hands, moving them toward your arms. When you step back, not wanting to be touched at the moment, you swear you can see his heart breaking into a million pieces.

“Are you okay?” 

“Physically, yes. Mentally… I don’t think I’m gonna walk into a shop in years,” you whisper, goosebumps running down your spine now that the adrenaline is leaving your body. 

Rooster takes off his jacket, offering it to you. “Cover yourself, let’s get out of here.” 

“I need to get out of this dress” 

“The dress… Just you wait to know what the salesman has done” 

You need to know how you got into this situation. “Tell me”

He shakes his head, grabbing the clothes you were wearing before. “Not now.” 

“Rooster, please” 

He sighs, leaning against the mirror. “Solo payed him to close the store for an hour so he could be alone with you” 

You blink several times, the information seeming to be unable to register in your brain, “He did what?” 

“The guy thought you were his girlfriend. And Solo told him that he just came back from a deployment and wanted to surprise you”

“How do you know?” you ask, moving closer to him. A part of your body doesn’t want to be touched, but another part needs the comfort and the warmth of Bradley’s body. It's like your body needs to know he’s there, even though you’re seeing him. Your body needs to feel him close to stop shaking. 

“That idiot didn’t want me to enter the shop until ‘the happy couple had finished with their reunion’. When i got in here, Solo was gone.” 

“You didn’t punch the salesman, right?” for some reason, the idea of him hitting that dumb guy makes you chuckle.

“I’m saving myself for that son of a bitch” 

You nod, taking a deep breath and closing your eyes. “I need to get out of this dress. Can you stay outside?”

He nods, handing you the clothes. “Do you want me to clos-”

“No!” you reply quickly, you don’t want to be alone in there. 

“Okay, I’ll let the door wide open. I’ll look away” 

New fear unlocked: red velvet dresses and changing rooms. 

When you get home, you thank God that the house is empty. Maybe they have gone to buy the Secret Santa gifts, like you did. You’re so glad you bought the camera before everything happened. Your head is not in the right mindset now to care about gifts. 

"Where do you wanna spend the rest of the day?" Rooster asks, not wanting to leave you out of his sight again. 

"Honestly, I just want to change my clothes and get into bed" 

He sighs, nodding. "You need to eat something, though." 

"Maybe later… Do you have that Polaroid album you talked about before?" 

"In my bag. Wanna see it?" 

"Yes, please" you say, moving upstairs. 

Once in the room, Rooster offers you one of his hoodies. "I can't hug you right now, but maybe the hoodie can?" 

How can this be the same guy that flies an F-18? How is he the same guy that…almost took everything away from you so many years ago. Why did he ever do that? You need to know. Now. 

"Bradley"

He hums, waiting for your question. 

"Why did you try to pull my papers for the Naval Academy?" 

[pvnkesttt]

poly!katipō au: joel/spidey!thena/javier headcanons. (pt1)

summary: some hcs regarding the poly relationship between joel, spidey!athena and javier. hope y'all enjoy!

pairing: joel miller/spidey!athena kallis/javier peña . (OC)

warnings: minors dni. poly relationships/healthy poly dynamic. mfm relationships. age gap. fluff. praise kinks. other kinks mentioned. allusions/mentions to sex, kinda smutty. if any of these things isn't your cup of tea, that's fine!

notes: got a kick of this pair and thought why not make a side au for this AU within the katipō-verse! so, here we are, some hcs for this poly pair and....yeah! hope y'all enjoy. :))

part 2 here.

tlou-verse: a masterlist.

first things first, the age gap with these three! athena is a couple years out of college while balancing life as a wildlife biologist and The Katipō which makes her around 25/26. Joel is around his late 40s, early 50s, I'd say 47/48 and Javier is 37!

In this AU, Joel and Athena have an already established relationship, Joel knows that Athena is The Katipō and the two live with one another, all in love and happy!

pre poly-relationship, Javier is downstairs apartment neighbors with Joel and Athena AND also works as a police detective.

once the relationships starts setting in, however, he finds himself moving in with the both of them.

The first time both Joel and Athena meet Javier is on their way back from dinner, the two have heard of the detective himself and his reputation but never properly met him before.

Athena is the first to speak up when meeting him, her voice being familiar to Javier which, it is! Because she had saved him from an attack before....as The Katipō but, he didn't know it at the time.

Joel is a bit of a grump during the whole meeting, making sure to keep Athena close against him, Javier notices and keeps his distance the whole time.

The meeting is what really kicks off the future of these three.

When the relationship first begins, though, all three make sure to ease into things slowly, they don't want to rush anything or do something that'd make the other feel uncomfortable.

The relationship is especially new for Javier, not only because he's entering the life of an already established relationship but he's also never been in a steady relationship such as the one he has now. He's always slept around and never really felt worthy of love before but, this relationship changed that.

In the relationship, it's Joel who's the most dominant in the relationship when it comes to Athena. Even before Javier entered the picture, Joel was quite dominant already although, he's a gentle dom too.

As for Javier? He's a bit of a playful dom with Athena though, he doesn't mind being a switch either.

Athena starts off as a bottom in the relationship but, overtime, gains the confidence to become a switch. The guys help with that confidence but are patient with Athena, they want to make sure she's comfortable enough.

PDA wise, it's a bit complicated in the beginning because Joel never minded showing affection with Athena in general but also likes to make most of the intimacy private. It's a different story with Javier because he really doesn't mind the PDA one bit. as time goes on, though, Joel starts feeling more comfortable about the PDA and realizes that it doesn't matter what people think, he's just happy to have Athena in his life.

Both Javier and Joel always manage to see eye to eye when it comes to Athena, their love for her is equal and respect one another when it comes to that. They're both protective and worship her immensely, always wanting to keep Athena safe even if she handle her own as a hero of Seattle. They make her feel safe and that proves just how utterly devoted and in love they are with her, how healthy it makes their relationship with her.

There are different forms of kisses that Joel and Javier love to give Athena. For Joel, he mostly loves giving her the forehead kisses, always cradles her head when doing so, lovessss giving her good morning kisses as well. Javier gives Athena lots of cheek kisses, sometimes belly kisses too. Both give her hand kisses a lot and she gives them back.

During sex, they give her plenty of kisses all over her body, showing how much they worship her.

Because Athena had saved Javier as "The Katipō" once before, both she, him and Joel jokingly talk about how he was her "Damsel in Distress" in that moment whenever it's brought up in conversation.

Speaking of, while it did interfere with a few things such as his job and how it affected his relationship with Athena, he winded up being okay with the fact Athena was out saving the world. All he wants is for her to be safe.

end notes: okay! so this turned out longer than I expected and had to be split into two parts so, you can find part two here! hope you enjoyed the first part. :))